The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
> “Something to drink would be nice, thanks, whatever is fine.”
Sonya nods and heads to the cafeteria line, vaguely aware of the snarky exchange between Syn and the redhead, who have apparently met. A few minutes later she returns to Abyss’ table with a 2-liter bottle of Mountain Dew, a cup of coffee, and a primarily-roast-beef sandwich only slightly smaller than her own head.
She hands the Dew to Abyss and starts to sit down next to the redhead when a small spark flies off of his body. So instead she takes the next chair over and listens in on the conversation.
"We were having a discussion not long ago about wild mutan powers. I was merely toying with him, but he apparently doesn't have a sense of humor."
"Maybe it's your sense of humor that isn't as favored as you think" He replied to her. "Toying with people might get you hurt too, remind me of that when it happens" He said because he started to dislike her even more. He turned his head away from her and started drinking his tea again.
Laughing at Voltaires comments Syn continues to direct herself at the edgey man. "So you do have a sense of humor. Oh you're fun." She watched 'Teresa' come back with some food and drinks. The other woman was just in time for Voltaires nervous spark which made her change her seating arrangement. Again Syn giggled softly as she walked away to get herself something to drink.
Sonya/Teresa gets a chuckle out of Abyss’s reaction to the soda. "Well, I figured it was better to err on the side of Big. Besides, you don’t have to finish it."
Listening to Syn trade barbs with the redhead turns out to be less entertaining than she’d expected, so she takes the opportunity to concentrate on making inroads into her sandwich until Syn leaves. "Hey. So, what with all the trading of veiled insults and subtle threats I never did catch your name. I’m Teresa." She extends a hand, then pauses. "Will I regret it if I shake your hand?"
"a friendly warning of course, so I guess Hades didn't get you the rubber suit?"
"Don't worry about me, i can handle myself" He replied. "As for the suit, i don't trust a goverment experiment to give me a suit that "controls" my power." he continued. "I rather be untoucheble then to be at the mercy of some invention." He drank the remainder of his tea and put the glas down.
"Hey. So, what with all the trading of veiled insults and subtle threats I never did catch your name. I’m Teresa." She extends a hand, then pauses. "Will I regret it if I shake your hand?"
"She gets on my nerves with her arrogant behavior and her the way that she thinks that everybody is a toy." he gripped his hands together and leaned with his elbow's on the table. "They call me Voltaire." He said. "And yes, we beter not shake hands." he continued as he pulled up a faint smile on his face.
> "She gets on my nerves with her arrogant behavior and the way she thinks that everybody is a toy."
Sonya shrugs at that. It’s true enough, but there seems little point in talking about it… especially in front of Syn’s brother.
That said, the more time she spends around the Syn and Abyss, the less certain she is of what’s really going on between them. Syn is nominally in charge, and she’s pretty sure Abyss would never actively mutiny or anything, but Abyss is a lot smarter than he lets on and Sonya’s pretty sure he’s got his own game going. Or, on the other hand, she contemplates with an amused grin, maybe they’ve just got a good cop/bad cop thing going on.
She raises an eyebrow at Voltaire’s introduction. "Heh. So, judging from the name and the sparks flying, I’m guessing you’re some kind of telepath, right?" She keeps an entirely deadpan expression at that, though not an especially sincere-looking one. "Anyway, nice to meet you. You a local here at the Home for Wayward Mutants, or a fellow new arrival?"
She raises an eyebrow at Voltaire’s introduction. "Heh. So, judging from the name and the sparks flying, I’m guessing you’re some kind of telepath, right?" She keeps an entirely deadpan expression at that, though not an especially sincere-looking one. "Anyway, nice to meet you. You a local here at the Home for Wayward Mutants, or a fellow new arrival?"
"I am not a telepath, or atleast i think not." he replied and looked down at the table. "The way i figure it, my body saves energy and unleashes it in the for of these sparks when people come to close, or under stress." "It isn't exactly the most usefull powers you can get." He continued as he took a deep breath. "Nice to meet you too, by the way." He said as he turned his head towards Sonya. "I am one of the new arrivals, first time for me to be among my own kind."
> "I am not a telepath, or at least I think not. The way I figure it, my body saves energy and unleashes it in the for of these sparks when people come to close, or under stress. It isn't exactly the most useful power you can get."
Sonya/Teresa smiles. She’s not entirely sure whether Voltaire missed the joke or is playing along, but decides to keep the rhythm going."I’ve seen worse. There was the guy whose power was to talk to squirrels, for example… wouldn’t have been so bad, except New York squirrels really don’t have anything to say besides ‘Get away from my tree!’ and ‘Got any nuts?’ Gets tedious. Besides, if you’re still new to your abilities you never know what you might be able to train them into… hell, with enough energy you might be able to short out one of those Stalker things, which is about as useful as it gets these days."
> "I am one of the new arrivals, first time for me to be among my own kind."
She nods. "Yeah, we don’t get many redheads around here. Well, there’s Abyss, of course, but in his case it’s not just his head, which hardly counts." She adds a friendly smile to make it clear that she’s just goofing. "Seriously, though, welcome. It’s nice to fit in somewhere, isn’t it? "
She finishes her sandwich with a victorious swallow and adds "So, where were you before you came here?"
She nods. "Yeah, we don’t get many redheads around here. Well, there’s Abyss, of course, but in his case it’s not just his head, which hardly counts." She adds a friendly smile to make it clear that she’s just goofing. "Seriously, though, welcome. It’s nice to fit in somewhere, isn’t it? "
"It is, though the mood is depressing." he replied as he hung a bit backwards on his chair."Everybody is tensed up because of the current situation." "And ofcourse there are a few of them who don't look very nice to me."
She finishes her sandwich with a victorious swallow and adds "So, where were you before you came here?"
"Around." He said. "Since my father found out what i was he kicked me out and ever since i've been traveling around to find my place." He went and sit normaly on his chair leaning with his elbows one the table. He placed his head in his hands and looked down at the table. "And to think your own father doesn't even understand what you are, tss." He said. He used his hands to wave his hair backwards again as he sat up straight now. "So, where are you guys from."
Not wanting to miss too much of the conversation Syn returned with a twenty ounce Sprite bottle. The girl sat next to her brother and smiled to Voltaire. She was sure he was hoping Syn wouldn't return. Alas, it was a lost hope. Sipping some of her soda Syn remained silent for now.
> "Everybody is tensed up because of the current situation. > And of course there are a few of them who don't look very nice to me."
Sonya/Teresa chuckles at that. "Observant of you. The Resistance is full of folks who aren’t very nice." She thinks about for a second and adds, with a grin in Abyss’ direction, "Present company excepted, of course. Actually, I’m going to guess that most of the nice mutants are currently in the Camps… and probably not nearly as nice as they were two months ago. So are you the exception, Voltaire? It would be lovely to meet another nice guy around here."
> "So, where are you guys from."
"The Bronx, originally, but I’m living in the city now. Same deal as you, I guess… when I turned out to be a mutant, it turned out I wasn’t the same girl my family thought they’d known." She smiles a thin, private smile at how literally true that turns out to be.
> "Talk to squirrels?"
She almost chokes on her sandwich at the tone of Abyss’ voice. "OK, you got me: I made that part up. But I bet that’s what it would be like."
Sonya/Teresa chuckles at that. "Observant of you. The Resistance is full of folks who aren’t very nice." She thinks about for a second and adds, with a grin in Abyss’ direction, "Present company excepted, of course. Actually, I’m going to guess that most of the nice mutants are currently in the Camps… and probably not nearly as nice as they were two months ago. So are you the exception, Voltaire? It would be lovely to meet another nice guy around here
"From the people i've seen so far, I think i'm one of the kinder ones." He replied to the question. He wasn't exactly the most social person in the world, so he didn't know what how to continue this conversation. "The Bronx, originally, but I’m living in the city now. Same deal as you, I guess… when I turned out to be a mutant, it turned out I wasn’t the same girl my family thought they’d known." She smiles a thin, private smile at how literally true that turns out to be.
"Hmm, i think i've been there before" He replied. "Didn't like it" He continued. He didn't want to say that but he just blurted that out. He hoped that he didn't hurt her feelings or anything but he was looking down at the table again.
The conversation was starting to bore Syn. This was part of her reason for being silent. She was also hoping Voltaire might devulge something about himself or things he knew to Abyss or Sonya/Teresa. She was letting her sibling and her new comrade do the talking for now.
Speaking of her sibling. Syn felt her side get poked. The only culprit she knew that was close enough was her brother, but why would he do something like that now? She responded with a strong backhand to his shoulder. It wasn't anything that would hurt him but she still put enough force behind it that it would get his attention.
> "From the people I’ve seen so far, I think I'm one of the kinder ones."
Sonya/Teresa interprets Voltaire’s comment as a sly dig at Syn, but she doesn’t seem to take it that way… which is just as well, really. In fact, Syn doesn’t really seem to be paying much attention to the conversation at all, which is, again, just as well.
She is curious as to what exactly happened between Syn and Voltaire, beyond what she can infer from Syn’s arrogance and Voltaire’s sensitivity, but raising that subject in Syn’s presence seems guaranteed to turn their thus-far harmless mutual sniping into a more active confrontation. So instead she confines herself to a private little grin in Voltaire’s direction in response.
> “The Bronx, originally” > "Hmm, I think I've been there before. Didn't like it" > "The Bronx can be fun you just have to know where to look. It’s not to kind to tourists, but if you get to know it, it can be well worth the trouble."
"Well, it’s not exactly kind to residents, either," she replies to Abyss. "Though a lot depends on what sorts of ‘kindness’ you’re in a position to demand. Which I guess is a lot like this place, now that I think about it."
Turning back to Voltaire with a firm 'changing the subject' air, she adds "Regardless… so, now that you’re here, any thoughts on what you want to do? Just hiding out from the law, or joining in on the Big Raid Any Day Now, or something else?"
Syn's phone buzzed for her attention. Pulling the device out of her pocket she checked the incoming message. 'A new recruit is waiting in the Infirmary. His name is Shade.' Shade, she had seen that name before. Scrolling through her other messages Syn came across one sent from Lisa that spoke of a man named Shade.
Standing up she directed herself to her brother and Sonya/Teresa. "I need to check on something. If you need me you know how to get ahold of me." As she finished her sentence Syn flashed her phone to them then left the canteen.