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 a normal weekend afternoon, in the coldness of the later months a young man stepped through the shadows the clouds above set down on the streets of New York. There wasn't anything special about today to say the least, just a normal day in this big apple. There were crowds of people that Duke waded through in order to get even just several feet ahead, and this was very irritating. He didn't mind too much though.
The streets were too crowded with cars for him to drive his stolen vehicle that he had recently "borrowed" from the front of an unsuspecting apartment complex. Plus, he didn't need to drive anyways, he practically called the streets his home, and you should never abandon your home.
Duke moved through the streets, perfectly aware of what he wanted. He was bored and he needed something to do. "Why not do a little shopping..." he said to himself with a small smile. He could use some more irrelevant stuff anyways. He would wait until nightfall in order to allow himself time to plan something out. He knew that he was going to need his car later, there was no point in going "shopping" in a city that never sleeps if all the stores are packed so he decided on heading over into a more quiet part of the city.
Duke waited in a quiet diner, ordering only coffee and a burger with some fries. Sundown would be in a few hours and then he could do what he wanted. Plus, if he ever got caught, he could escape, he would make sure he did, no matter the cost.
An hour and more later, Duke left the quiet diner and moved toward a pawn shop as the owner began to close up for the night. The man whistled, playing a tune that trickled Duke's ears as he waited nearby in the shadows. The owner then got into his car, revving up the vehicle and departing. Several minutes passed as Duke waited, he wanted to make sure that the owner didn't come back around. Though he didn't, Duke still felt safer by this decision.
"Time to mellow down a little." Duke said to himself as he played his music player onto a mellow indie rock band. His adrenaline was beginning to pump, too much in fact. He needed to calm down just a little, the last thing he wanted was an inappropriate transformation at the wrong time. He approached the entrance and looked around.
There seemed to be an alarm sort of device scaling the top of the door connected with a cable that went around the building. It was typical for pawn shops to have alarm systems, and by the looks of it, this one had a pretty basic one. It probably wouldn't take more than a few minutes for Duke to disarm and break in.
Duke reached up and pulled the lid off the box. He had used his lock pick to remove the lock that sealed the case shut. He looked at the wiring that went around itself and computer chips and the sort. He knew how to disarm this sort of alarm years ago, it was how he stayed alive. He needed to do this,if he didn't, he could starve or something.
The alarm was disabled and Duke then used his pick to tamper with the lock that held the door shut. After opening the door, he then walked into the building and looked around. He picked the locks behind the counters that held glass cases shut with valuable firearms such as rifles and pistols. They were beautiful, and after taking two pistols and a rifle from their case, Duke passed a guitar. It was a brown Gibson with a cream stripe down the middle. He picked it off its stand and put it in a nearby case. Crossing by some jewelery, Duke then decided on taking some for himself, he could probably pawn them off somewhere else for money... Money, where was the money hidden? Intrigue struck Duke as he could hear sirens in the back of his head. Another alarm system? Most likely. He was quiet and calm, but now he needed to leave.
Duke Spent most of his time packing up supplies before finally leaving the shop. The sound of sirens was frightening, but he knew that panicking was useless. Grabbing the firearms, jewelery, and guitar, Duke smashed open the register, taking out the money and stuffing it into his pocket. It was a shame that he couldn't stay longer, but hey, better he get some and get out than to stay, get everything and get caught.
"Shame, shame." Duke said as he left the building. The sounds of police vehicles were off, far off, so Duke had enough time to leave the scene of the crime. As he walked a quiet street lit only by luminous sounds, Duke placed his hands on the back of his head, the items in a large carrying case on his back. He made his way into the more bustling part of the city where people talked more, and even though it was the middle of the night, the city was still chock-full of night goers.
Duke made his way into a cafe where he sat down on a bench like seat, placing his bag on the ground beside him. A waiter approached and looked at the bag, then at Duke.
"What would you like?" The waiter person said. He carried a smile on his face but his tone was that of someone lethargic and tiresome.
