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.
Duke's plane was finally flying over Brazil, it had taken several days and nights but now he had arrived. As the plane flew over the airport, Duke wondered if he had made the right decision, heading towards a country that had a language that he was not aware of how to speak. Nevertheless, he was now here and there was nothing he could do about it.
"ALL PASSANGERS, WE ARE NOW ARRIVING IN BRAZIL!"
The intercom rang throughout the plane as it landed, finally making its way back to the side of the airport after slowing itself down. The passengers all pulled themselves up, grabbing their belongings as they did so. Duke stood up, opening the above compartment that lay above where he sat. Several people hustled through, passing Duke with pushes.
"What am I doing...?" Duke thought to himself. What's in BRAZIL?! Why didn't he go Europe or something? "I am such an idiot..."
There was no point in beating himself up over his trip, there was no gain, no loss, nothing. He would do this for himself, he would do this to carry himself further than he currently was. With his ability.... his mutation, he could hurt people. Why not live in solitude for a little bit, people would feel indifferent about his absence anyways. Even with others he felt alone, he didn't know what others thought about him, he couldn't read minds.
The plane landed, and with his luggage in his hands, he carried himself with a translator book. The scenery here was different, much different than he was used to. The birds that perched on the trees outside the windows were far different, far more colorful than those than those in New York.
...New York...
Something caught his eye as he exited the airport. A lizard that lay dead on the ground. It was a harsh sight, but there was nothing he could do about it. He took a taxi to a motel where he would stay for a while until he thought about what he would do. It was funny, he hadn't even thought about what he was going to do in Brazil. What was there even to do in Brazil?! Perhaps this was a mistake...
Setting his bags on the bed of his motel bed, he wondered whether those he knew or even met as acquaintances would forget him...
OOC: The last post was directly after he arrived, this post is supposed to be the several weeks or month or whatever that I was absent from this site. Sorry about the absence btw, RL stuff and I had no idea what to write.
IC: It had almost been a month since he arrived, but he needed to go home, he had to, wanted to, he felt as though the creature inside had forced his mind to remember the things he had done. Nothing, as long as he was here, trying to control what lay inside him, he couldn't. Control was obviously something he didn't have. New York was calling.
The memory of others lay beating in his mind... The memory of things that were absent from this realm were resting on the front of his mind, the things that had hid from him in the back prior.
The plane set off with Duke and his belongings inside. He was on his way home...
