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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
It was getting late and Zodiac was hungry. After picking up a burger from McDonalds, he proceded down an alley as a shortcut to get to the park. Halfway down the alley, Z hears a trashcan get knocked over. He turns around to see 3 men, two with pipes and one with Beretta 9mm. "Just hand over your money punk and we will let you keep breathing." Z takes another bite of his burger and then proceeds to turn around and walk away from the men. "Hey are you &$*%ing deaf. Hand over the money in 3......." Z stuffs the rest of the burger in his mouth. "2............." He stops walking, turns around and mumbles "One" before releasing his exoskeleton and starting a full sprint towards his assailants. "He's a *#&%ing mutie. Kill his @$$." The two men with pipes rush toward him. Z pops his stingers and goes for the one on the left. The man swings twice before having Zodiac disarms him and then stabs him with one stinger, puncturing his lung. The other man swings but Z is able to duck below it and kick out the man's knees. As the man falls letting out a painful yell, Z jumps up and lands a heel stomp to the man's gut. The lone gunman, cowering in fear, starts firing off rounds. Z goes to jump behind a dumpster but catches a round in the chest before he gets behind it. He looks at his chest and then feels the dent in his exoskeleton. After hearing the man reload his gun, Z grabs a wooden flat that was by the dumpster, and chunks it at the man. The flat catches the man straight in the gut, knocking him unconscious. Brushing himself off and retracting his exoskeleton, Z gets up and starts on his original path to the park, but not before he calls 911 to attend to the three men who just assaulted him. It is truely irony at its best. Z then hears someone else in the alley. *clap**clap**clap*"Not a bad job. Not a bad job at all. The resistance could use a man like you."Z pauses and then says, "I was wondering when I was gonna get recruited for the resistance." "So you in?" Z smiles and then responds, "Yea......hell yea." Z walks with the man to his car, where they leave to go to the resistance base. A base the man referred to as "The Labs".
Kitra had just showered so she looked more respectable for the meeting....in black leggings, a dark green short skirt with slits on the sides and a cream colored flowing shirt, her pouch with her sketchpads and pencils hung by her side....heading past the vehicle bay to go to the meeting...and noted with interest as a vehicle pulled in. A young male, he looked just a few years younger then her, got out. He had short brown hair and wore a double set of earrings.....she walked over and stuck out her hand...."Hello, I'm Kitra. Are you here for the Resistance?"
Grasping the girls hand, Zodiac replies, "Yea, the names Joshua. I guess I'd go by Zodiac around here though. Are you gonna show me where I need to go?"
Z glances down looking at his new acquintance but quickly reajust his eyes and responds, "Haha yea. It's kinda hard to explain though, seeing as a I barely understand it yet myself." He smiles. "So is there a Mr. Kitra I need to be looking out for?"
She blinked and blinked again.....'Had he really just asked her that???' "Um, no. And thats fine we have training exercises here that can help you figure out your abilities better if you choose to use them." A grin appeared on her face and she spoke in a teasing voice, "Why, were you trying to become Mr. Kitra??"
Z's grin got a little bit wider. "Sounds like fun. I might go get myself a workout later if you wanna help." He paused for a second to collect himself and then replied to her last question. "Naw I dont wanna be Mr. Kitra............but you can be Mrs. Zodiac."
Kitra couldn't help but laugh a bit, "Perhaps....perhaps....For both questions by the way." She collected herself for a moment, "We need to get to the meeting however. I'll bring you there but I won't be going in right away I have something I need to take care of first." She had just realized that she had brought her sketchpads....but they were all full of sketches......
Z let out a little laugh himself, "Sounds good, but im not gonna hold back on ya. Girl or no girl, I cant let my future wife rub in my face how she best'd me in a fight." He laughs. "And that's cool. I save you a seat for when you decide to head in."
Kitra laughed, "I won't hold back either." She motioned for him to follow her and they soon arrived at the War Room.....Kitra pointed to the door, "There ya go. I'll be back in a few minutes. Go in and take a seat." With those words she quickly headed back to her room to grab a few blank sketchpads......