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.
“Uno” Johnny said. A smug grin on his face. Sara still had eight cards in her hand. Johnny could beat her at chess, and his victory in Uno would be…
“Draw Two.” Sara replied as she laid down her card. The corners of her eyes crinkled. Johnny’s smug look melted slightly, but he drew the cards.
Two turns later. “Uno.” Chimed up, again.
“Reveres, draw four, and the color changes to blue, and draw two, and a skip. Uno.” Cued Sara as she tapped her last card with the tip of her claw.
“you’re cheating.”
“Am not.”
“Are to.” Johnny leaned across the small card table to try and see Sara’s last card. She was too quick though, and smoothly turned it face down, under her palm.
“Just play the game.” Sara chuckled.
Johnny pressed his lips together. His eyes glanced down at his cards, then back at Sara. “Tell me how you do it, first. How you keep winning this game. You can’t see everything I have, so how do you plan?”
“I don’t.” Sara bent the corner of her card off of the table, and peaked at what she could see.
“No really.” Johnny pushed.
“Really.” Sara pushed the corner of her card back down with the side of her thumb. Her amber eyes straightened so she could look into Johnny’s. “when I’ve got something good, I save what I’ve got. Sure, if you run out of cards before me, I get more points counted against my score, but I don’t have to concentrate on running out of cards. I just have to keep you from running out first. The rest is chance.”
“Oh…” Johnny he leaned back in his seat, and glanced down at his new cards. Looking at the top card on the pile, then back at his hand, then back up, at Sara. his eyes narrowed, and his mouth pulled at his cheeks as he tried to hide his smile. He was terrible at holding a good poker face. He sat tall on his side of the table, and smacked his next card down.
Sara flicked her fingers so her card flopped down on top of his. “I’m out.”
We call them cool Those hearts that have no scars to show The ones that never do let go And risk the tables being turned
We call them fools Who have to dance within the flame Who chance the sorrow and the shame That always comes with getting burned
But you've got to be tough when consumed by desire 'Cause it's not enough just to stand outside the fire
Johnny had slowly grown into the part of being one of Sara’s friends. Johnny were from China, and he spoke both, Chinese, and English. Johnny was 16. He was short for his age. He was skinny for his age, and his bowl cut had too much hair for his age. Though his hair did help hide the fact that his ears stuck out a little bit.
They first met when Sara came to New York. His family owned a Chinese Restaurant, named Dragon Inn, and Sara considered herself owner of their food. They just didn’t know it yet, back then. Sara started out stealing take out bags, as they were on their way out the door, and some how, she graduated to having her own table set up, next to the back door. The table was set in a sort of mud room, separate from the rest of the kitchen, to be sure no cat fur reached the rest of the food. As Johnny’s mother put it.
“Is that what you’re wearing tomorrow?”
Sara sat at the table with Johnny’s laptop in front of her but when he asked the question, she turned away from the screen. Johnny had been leaning against the wall, with his history book cradled in one arm, and a Babe Ruth stuck in the fist of the other.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Sara asked. She scooted her chair away from the table with the laptop. She had on jeans, and there were holes in the knees but they were comfortable. Her top was tight to her upper body, and gave her a sleek look without pulling at the hairs on her arms every time she wanted to move. “I like what I’ve got on.”
“But it’s a job.” Johnny said. Pointing the side of the BabeRuth, that he had been chewing on, towards Sara. “I thought you paid attention to people, out there. People dress differently for different ocations. Especially work.”
“You wear blue jeans to work in.” Sara scoffed. She clicked on one of the cell phone adds and almost as instantly as it loaded went back to the mane page.
“yeah. I’m also a kid who works In my family’s restaurant. I wear a red apron too.” He took a big bite out of his candy bar, as if this emphasized his point. Moving the peanuts around so they pushed at the side of his mouth while he talked. “Jacob’s and Jacob’s is a bigger business, and you said you were going to the office. Don’t you have office cloths?”
“I have leather pants.” Sara stated. Though her leather pants looked more scraped up than her comfy blue jeans. The pants had been acquired in hopes that when she was in the middle of one of her heists, and had to run or slide, she’d skin those, instead of having to grow skin back, for herself. Healing was nice, but it hurt.
“Leather pants aren’t office wear.” Johnny laughed. “At least your new coat looks presentable. We’ll work with that for now.” He swallowed his big bite of the BabeRuth, and set the book, and candy bar, down on the table. Then he started rummaging through his book bag. “I found this hat rolling around on the street last week. The wind was really kicking it around.” He said pulling out a piece of crumpled fabric, then working to push it back into shape. It was a dark grey fedora. “Here, try it on with your coat.” The boy said pulling Sara up by her under arm, draping the coat around her shoulders, and then standing on his tip toes to place the hat on her head. “You can look like a professional PI. I bet professional PIs get called in to consult security all the time.”
Sara stood there, with her tail twitching under the hem of her coat. There weren’t any mirrors in the small room, but she could sort of make out her reflection in the window, that separated the mud room, from the kitchen. “I look like a furry ninja turtle.”
Johnny stood back, Hand resting on his chin. “You look fine.” Sara glanced back at him. Yeah, right. “Well what else do you think you need?”
“A cell phone.” Sara flipped the coat off of her shoulders, dropping it, with the hat, on her chair. She then pointed to Johnny’s computer screen. “Can you get me this one? I’ll need a phone card too.”
It felt so odd actually asking someone for help.
We call them strong Those who can face this world alone Who seem to get by on their own Those who will never take the fall
We call them weak Who are unable to resist The slightest chance love might exist And for that forsake it all
They're so hell-bent on giving ,walking a wire Convinced it's not living if you stand outside the fire