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.
It was day three of cleaning and fixing the mansion, and Katrina was feeling a little useless compared to the strapping lads and lasses who could wield entire wheelbarrows full of bricks. She was finding ways to help out here and there whenever she could. She was learning all sorts of new things, like the difference between a flathead and a Philip's screwdriver, and she was meeting new people left and right.
She had even come to the conclusion that the mansion was probably not going to tumble down around her like a house of cards in the wind. It had, after all, managed to remain standing the entire winter, despite the damage it had taken from machines, men, and mutants last Fall.
No longer afraid of being inside the Swiss cheese building, or at least determined to prove herself otherwise, Katrina had spent the entire morning inside cleaning out the refrigerator. Even after three days, it seemed no one had been brave enough to tackle the smelly task, as Katrina had so unfortunately discovered that morning when she had inadvertantly opened the icebox in search of something that resembled breakfast. To say that it smelled like something had died inside it would have been too kind.
Katrina had armed herself with two large trash bags, two yellow rubber gloves, a red apron, and a clothes pin that had previously been trying in vain to keep a bag of chips from getting stale. Breathing through her mouth and imagining that she couldn't smell anything at all, Katrina had been able to halfway convince herself that the fridge didn't smell so bad after all, but only halfway. She still wished that she had super speed as she shoveled the entire contents of the refrigerator into the garbage bags. As she carried the bags out to the growing pile of garbage near the end of the drive, she gulped in as much fresh air as possible before returning to the kitchen armed, this time, with a bucket of soapy water and and a scrub brush she had found under the sink.
Finally, she finished the odious task and headed outside to rinse out the bucket with the hose. Just as she was bending to turn on the water, she heard a familiar voice from behind her calling out her name. She turned.
“Mom!” Katrina couldn't believe it. After all these months of thinking that her mother had given up on her or had chosen to keep her secret about being a mutant in order to stay with Katrina's father and all the time spent waiting for her to return the cell phone message she had left for her, Katrina couldn't believe her mother was back. She barely had a chance to open her arms and leap forward before she was scooped up.
“Katrina!” Claire ran toward her daughter and scooped her up into her arms. Her precious daughter. Claire was relieved and overjoyed. Everything seemed right with the world again, now that she had her daughter back in her arms.
“I thought I'd never see you again! Why didn't you come find me sooner?” Katrina's emotions got the better of her and the last words came out more as sobs than words. She clung to her mother's neck, afraid that if she let go, it would turn out not to be real.
Mrs. Dumonde's own tears ran down her cheeks and alighted in Katrina's hair, “Believe me, I was trying so hard to find you.”
Katrina hugged her tighter and Claire squeezed back.
“Are you alright, sweety?” Claire asked at the same time Katrina asked, “Where's Dad?”
“I'm fine,” Katrina's answer was the easier of the two.
Claire responded after a brief hesitation, “I supposed he's still in Virginia. I left on Christmas to come search for you, and I haven't gone back.” She stroked Katrina's hair, a comforting motion for both of them.
“Oh,” Katrina accepted the news more quickly than perhaps she would have a year ago. “You can stay here with us then,” she added matter-of-factly, pulling away to look her mother in the eye. “There's lots to do around here. I cleaned out the fridge this morning, come see! Then I'll show you my room- I should be getting a bed soon. And I'll introduce you to everyone, too! Well, everyone who is here at the mansion.” Some of the people she had met in the past year were not at the mansion, including Geo, Hunter, Kaz, Iris, Abyss, and the many others she had met in the Resistance. In her head, Katrina promised herself that she would have to go visit them all soon; she was missing them already.
“This way!” Katrina pulled her mother enthusiastically toward the kitchen. “You should have smelled it! Like rotten eggs plus sour milk plus moldy meat plus skunk all in one!”
Claire could only laugh as she was pulled along by one hand. With her other she wiped away the last of the tears from her eyes. Her daughter had certainly grown in her long absence, but she hadn't grown up completely and Claire was glad that she hadn't missed it.