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.
"Glad you enjoyed it. Dough I think I top you with the drinking capacity."
Sara smirked and shrugged. “I don’t drink much normally. It’s eating contests that I excel in.” Ok yeah the not drinking much line was a excuse, but also partially true. She didn’t think she drank much, compared to everyone else, but she blamed that on her feline mutation. It was the healing mutation that she could blame the eating thing on. She had do doubt that she could consume a thanks giving feast in one sitting. Sara wasn’t the type of girl that you could take to a restraint and expect to be full on the salad bar and bread. Thanks to her healing factor, her body had an accelerated metabolism. She burned through her food even faster, when she was injured.
"So, did you forget stuff up dere or is there somethin' I'm jus' not seein'"
Sara shrugged again. The corners of her mouth twitched up. Apparently when my body decided to roll over and fall, my bag didn’t. she could see the handle of her back pack, strap, hanging under the branch. Like it was mocking her less elevated position. “I’ll be right back.” She hopped up and grabbed the lowest, thick, branch, pulled herself up, then continued to the next.
“I don’t drink much normally. It’s eating contests that I excel in.”
Nash chuckled a little tiny bit. "Were exact opposites den, cause I drink a lot and eat little." It was the truth. With her body changed to maintain a colony of leeches it basically meant she was very much like a large leech. In needs not appearance, of course. Things could be ugly if her source of water was restricted. It had never come down to that yet but she had once gone more then the normal hour or so with out water and had thought she would dry up and blow away. Food was another matter entirely. She rarely ate more then a week or so at a time but when she was hungry it was far more then just peckish.
"Apparently when my body decided to roll over and fall, my bag didn’t."
"Well you know 'ow tricky dose bags can be." She patted her own bag which for the most part was 50% kept around to carry her water bottles. The other half was whatever she felt like throwing in there. This meant she had to clean it out quit a bit more then she really enjoyed too.
“I’ll be right back.”
Nash watched her climb up the tree. "No rush 'ere. Take your time. Don't want you fallin' cause I ain't gonna be able to catch you." She wasn't going to even bother to try to assure Sara that she would try to catch her. Nash was a slight person small of stature and frame. If anyone fell on her she would die. There was no doubt about. Her leeches would get splatted and so would she.
"No rush 'ere. Take your time. Don't want you fallin' cause I ain't gonna be able to catch you."
“Well at least I bounce right back.” Sara smiled a she answered back. Moving from one branch to the next, with the ease that most had, taking the stairs. About twice as fast as well. If she fell this time, she was awake enough she’d land on her feet… probably.
Her bag was quickly scooped up, then secured over her shoulder. She took a few seconds to look around, from the elevated view. Seeing a cop strolling down the side walk, her tail twitched. Crud, someone probably called them after the first time she descended from the tree.
Coming down, she moved almost as fast. Landing low to let her knees act like cushions. “I’ve got to start walking. You can follow if you want but I doubt you’ll want to.” Sara said. A little hurried, and tight lipped, as she spoke.
Nash watched her scale the tree and envied the ease with which Sara did it. Nash was only ever that graceful in the water. Never had to climb anything in the water. She watched until she couldn't see Sara anymore. There was a moment of pause when Nash wondered if maybe she had been ditched before Sara reappeared.
“I’ve got to start walking. You can follow if you want but I doubt you’ll want to.”
Nash rushed to collect her things. Sara seemed almost as though something was wrong. Was someone coming? Well, whatever it was she didn't want to be around to find out who or what it was. "Comin', comin'. I don't deter that easily." With her stuff collected she stood and proceeded to stand on the path running along side the bench. Looking one way then the other she asked her next question with out looking at the other women. "Which way?"
“Well it’s just the cops.” Sara said sheepishly. She motioned to the right either way. Then offered a hand to help with the bags, if this lady wished for help. If she wa going to follow, it wasn’t fair for her to have to carry all that.
“I’m not exactly liked by authority figures.” She shrugged. “I find them useful in their own way, but they just look at me, and pull a gun, most of the time.” That and Sara was getting to be known as a little thief. They hadn’t caught her in the big crimes yet, but on a bad day, she was caught red handed, leaving a store out the back. No one cared that she left pick pocketed money by the back door.
Cops. Well that made perfect sense now. She could understand why Sara didn't want to stick around. Nash was surprised at the offered help to carry her bags but took it. Handing over four of the eight bags she switched the others so that she had two on each arm. She was instantly lighter. She knew her feet would thank her later but it would be rude not to thank Sara now. "Ta."
“I’m not exactly liked by authority figures. I find them useful in their own way, but they just look at me, and pull a gun, most of the time.”
"I don't think authority figures like me either. I've been kicked out of eight boarding schools in three years." Nothing to do with Nash doing anything bad, but defending was not something normal people liked a person with power to do. If being disruptive because she stopped someone from trying to kick in her ribs, then fine she didn't want to go to their schools either. She turned away from the direction she had come which led towards the entrance to the park and began moving in that direction. She didn't think the cop would have been in the park already, so the most logical direction was further into the park.
Sara took the bags. Keeping them all in one arm so her other was free th steady the right strap on her back pack. The extra wight didn’t hinder her, and with her metabolism spead up, her body refused to tire, with the extra weight. No harm to her.
"I don't think authority figures like me either. I've been kicked out of eight boarding schools in three years."
Sara glanced back. “lets just say I was home schooled. Though you’ll never find records of my grades, or anything like that.” Sara had been tought by the first place she was held captive at. Even their experiments needed to learn to read and write, it seemed. Maybe that was also part of their experiment. Humans could be sick that way.
So deeper into the park they went. If nothing else, Sara could easily take a couple of officers. However this wasn’t something she wanted to do. They had guns and getting shot hurt. There were also trees. Trees were easy to disappear in.
“lets just say I was home schooled. Though you’ll never find records of my grades, or anything like that.”
Nash knew nothing about homeschooling. Absolutely nothing. She couldn't help but wonder at how it was done. Still though she could understand why Sara would have been home schooled. So she simply said the first right sounding thing that popped into her mind. "Okay." It was a word Nash used often and more likely then not meant it every time too.
She matched her pace with Sara easily. Nash was a trained swimmer and had been doing it for years. Even if she was a bit out of shape she still had the body of one. She trotted with Sara in silence for sometime trying to think of something that she could say. She settled on the one she could ask with little to no rudeness intended. "So where are you from? I mean were you born 'ere in the city or are you only 'ere for the week or did you move 'ere?" Nash didn't like repeating 'here' over and over but it was the only thing she could think to use. Back home she wouldn't have had to try so hard to keep her accent out of her voice but in American cities and towns she knew her accent when too thick would only confuse others.