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 the usual morning routine for Cameron. The dirty laundry was piled up in the hampers next to the unmade beds and the breakfast dishes were still on the table. Flowers had been watered and cared for and the TV was blaring in the background, but not at the normal station. It was the news and he had actually been paying attention. The mutant law crap had finally been abolished and mutants were now free from those freaking camps. Now the newscaster was spewing crap about "Did Congress make the right decision" and crime waves and stuff like that.
With a harrumph of displeasure, Cameron downed the last of his coffee, scalded his tongue, swore and stomped upstairs. In the comforts of his own bathroom, he calmed down and began examining his one meager whisker that was protruding from his chin. He leaned in a bit closer... YES! It had grown in a bit since yesterday and it was getting a buddy. Ha! Take that Kai! The competition to get the best facial hair was still in place and now Cameron had a shot at winning.
Satisfied, Cameron turned on the shower and prepared for some serious cleaning. He needed it.
Kai opened his eyes groggily and turned off the alarm that was blaring in his ear. He stretched, yawned, and for good measure rubbed his chin. It felt... kind of stubbly. He smirked a satisfied smirk, though Cam was older, Kai was beating him in the beard department. The contest had begun a few days earlier during one of their typical arguments. As usual, it came back to the fact that Cameron was older, wiser, and therefore right, blah blah blah. Kai stung back with an "older, ha!You look like a little boy of twelve. You couldn't even grow facial hair to save your life." It was always dicey insulting the looks of your identical twin, but this particular insult worked. And now they were racing to grow whatever hair they could. Kai was hoping for a nice mustache.
He sighed and dragged himself to his feet. Hmm... a nice warm shower would wake me up... he thought, stumbling towards the bathroom, towel in tow.
Then the water started.
He pounded on the bathroom door. "Cameron! I was going to take a shower! You better not steal all the hot water!"
The warm water felt good on Cameron's skin and the soap removed all the caked on grit. He sighed in satisfaction. Then there was a pound on the door that shattered the peace and harmony and a whiny shout of: >"Cameron! I was going to take a shower! You better not steal all the hot water!"
Cameron groaned and shouted back: "Go away! And don't worry, I will." Maybe that was a bit fickle, but he didn't care. He was there first and Kai wasn't even awake yet. He deserved it.
Well, he couldn't put it off any longer. Cameron turned the faucet off and changed into a pair of boxers. Then he squeezed a bit of toothpaste on his brush and began to remove all traces of breakfast from his teeth. Ah... there was the facial hair again...
After what felt like an eternity, Kai entered the bathroom, his eyes focusing only on the shower until... He stopped. Stared. Slowly, like a bear stretching to its fullest height, Kai channeled his rage. Cameron was standing there, oh-so-innocently brushing his teeth.
He exploded. "CAMERON! THOSE ARE MY BOXERS!!"
He grabbed the bottoms of each leg and pulled. "Take them off right NOW! Before you defile them any further!"
Okay, so his reaction was a bit irrational, perhaps. But those were his favorite pair. They were iridescent blue and so-very-shiny. Why did his brother have to ruin everything that was good or sacred in his life?
"What the heck?!?" Suddenly Kai was in the bathroom yelling in a very high squeaky voice that was increasing in volume and pitch and tugging on the bottom legs of his boxers. Cameron's toothbrush went flying, spraying the mirror with paste and spit as he lunged for the boxers and struggled to keep them on properly. Why were these boxers so slippery? It was hard to keep a firm grip on them.
"What are you doing?" Cameron yelled furiously. Why was Kai so childish? This was getting ridiculous! "Let go you idiot!"
The flowers downstairs were not pleased. They could sense the anger between the brothers and felt the need to help. They were practically crawling up the stairs.
"NO!" Cameron shouted out loud and with his mind. This is between me and him. They immediately fell back but not before Cameron lost his grip slightly on the boxers. He quickly snatched them back and pulled up. They had now flailed around the bathroom and had knocked over several things. And yet the struggle continued.
"Those are mine! Mine-mine-mine-mine-mine!" Kai screeched at his brother, continuing to tug on the boxers to no avail. "What, first you steal my face, and now my... intimate apparel. What's next, my tooth brush?!" Tug. Tug. He desperately hoped that the elastic wouldn't get too stretched out.
He let go with one hand and balled his fist. If he couldn't win this tug of war, maybe he could distract his opponent enough to make him let go. Cheating had never been against their brotherly code of honor. At least, that was what Cameron always said. It was time for the 'rules' (or lack thereof) to work for him!
"TAKE THIS!" And with a fearsome war cry... Kai began tickling Cam mercilessly.
Cameron saw the fist and was prepared to fend off an onslaught of punches... but tickles? He bit his lip to suppress his laughter and failed.
"Kai... heehee...STOP... haha... IT!!!" He bellowed between very manly and dignified "giggles." Also one-handed, Cameron reached down and slapped Kai's hand. "Back off!"
Suddenly, Cameron felt something in the pit of his stomach. It was... bubbly and it was heading south. Then there was an explosion of noxious fumes emitting from his rear end. He should probably feel bad about that, but Cameron couldn't help but grin evilly.
Kai was holding his own in the fight until the Cameron's digestive system intervened in a rather explosive way.
"Ohhhhhh!" He let go of Cameron immediately. "I can't believe that you just did that?! You... you...!" Kai couldn't think of a word bad enough to describe his brother. He turned and stomped the two feet to the shower and jumped in, pajamas on and everything. "You better wash those." He snarled as he closed the curtain.
It took a few moments to relax. He felt bad about losing his temper. He and Cameron seemed to get into a small argument once a day or so. Usually, though, they didn't make him feel as young as he did at this moment.
Now that he was more calm, he could hear his plants rustling unhappily. They didn't like it when the two fought. Except for a single cold voice in his head. Should have crushed each other... grumbled a lone marijuana plant from in the back room.
It was the only plant that not only enjoyed, but promoted violence among the two. Usually the plants were protective of the twins and eager to protect them from danger, though they were kind of at a loss when the danger came from the other twin. Most of the older plants had gotten used to it, but they had just received a small shipment of tulips and the new plants were extremely confused and upset about the violence. He would have to spend some time with them to calm them down again. Customers wouldn't buy them if there were upset. And they wouldn't grow well on their own.
Mentally, Kai reached for Sprout. Sprout? Would you tell Cam that I'm sorry?
Now that the whole boxer tug-o-war was over, Cameron felt a little childish. Farting in your brother's underwear was not exactly the most mature of ways to solve a problem. He was not very pleased with himself at the moment. Now all the plants were nervous, except that stupid one in the back room.
I heard that, it grumbled maliciously.
Then Cameron heard another voice come into his consciousness. It was Sprout.
Kai says he's sorry and ya know, you should forgive him and stuff. He IS your brother, after all. And...
Okay, Sprout, I get it. Is it your goal in life to annoy me to death?
Yep!
Great. Thanks. Well can you tell Kai that he doesn't have anything to apologize for and I'm sorry. It was really rude and pig-ish if me. I'll hand wash them for him if it makes him feel better.
Okey-Dokey! I'll tell him.
Thank you Sprout.
With that said, or, thought, Cameron straitened up and went into his bedroom. It was time to have another chat with another friend. Are you alright? Rose asked. It didn't sound pleasant.
It wasn't. Cameron sighed. He grabbed the watering can and moved over to the sill where Rose's now large form was taking over the side of the building.
Are you alright? She repeated stubbornly as Cameron gave her a nice refreshing drink of cold water.
No. I feel pretty disgusted with myself right now. He muttered gloomily. It'll be alright. It was an accident. It wasn't entirely your fault.
Cameron snorted and moved to stick his head out the window.
Hey! You're blooming!
Don't change the subject! Now stop feeling sorry for yourself and go open the shop. You're already half an hour past opening time.
What!?! Cameron screeched and sprinted out of sight.