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.
As Circe replied Slade kneeled there, open mouthed, his fist's clenched slightly as he realised all of this sh*t had been for nothing. He simply stared at her, too shocked to reply. All of that pain and effort for nothing... He saw her solemn expression break into a broad smile, weary but full of laughter nontheless. Realising he'd been the butt of a practical joke Slade moaned and replied, "Ah very funny, you're lucky you saved my ass or i'd throw you back in there gal!" Slade joked back, his voice low and quiet. He wanted nothing more than to sleep right now, whether or not Slate let him would be another question. "Look Circe, not now but another time we need to catch up. If we're gonna be working together after all..." Slade's voice trailed off as he tried to stand back up. It wouldn't do for Slate to debrief them with Slade half collapsed, He groaned with a mixture of pain and exhaustion apparent as he returned to his feet. Today had been hell.
Slade laughed, his voice low and uneven. Just like her, Slade seemed to only want to crash somewhere and rest for the rest of the day... oh wait, make that a week. In this moment, even the unappealing bed of the infirmary seemed to be the sweetest thing in the whole world.
"Look Circe, not now but another time we need to catch up. If we're gonna be working together after all..." he added his voice trailing off as he forced himself to straighten up.
Circe could simply nod. Right now, words were unecessary to the two of them. Circe looked up as the doors opened at the skinny figure dressed in a white pajama entered the training room.
This was a training session in more ways than one.
The brown haired teenager had removed himself to the control room overlooking the Training Room below, to monitor the pair's progress. If Slate was the type of person who visibly winced, he would have done so as Slade was set upon by the programmers' versions of the X-Men. He was learning many things from watching all this, and not just about Circe and Slade.
For one thing, he had learned that briefing his employees upon the general capabilities of their opponents would perhaps be advisable. The silver blades of Silver Streak, the adrenaline powered strength of Nika, the wraiths of Luke--things which Slate himself took fore granted as common knowledg--were clearly a surprise to the car mutant. The programming of the Danger Room, and its quaint tendencies to attack, were likewise something of which Circe had clearly been unaware.
For a training session, neither of these were large issues: they were easily written off as part of the training; dealing with the unexpected, and such. On a mission, he could have easily gotten the pair of them seriously injured, captured, or killed. Slate had much to learn about resource management. This is why training was a good idea: it was training for him, as well. His task, as the new leader of the Kabal, was to appear as if he knew what he was doing. It had been working surprisingly well, so far. This was a glaring lesson in all of the basics he had not thought of, however.
Like talking to the programmers about making the Training Room simulations non-lethal. Again, he was not the type to wince. He was the type to prepare himself to give the 'end simulation' command if things went too far, however. Fortunately, after succeeding in placing the bull's eye, Circe returned to aid Slade with an intriguingly morbid display of her powers. Somewhere, he expected, the real Silver Streak felt the chill of someone walking on his grave.
Then it was over: they actually managed the trick of escaping. Which was rather impressive, given their respective conditions and the gathering number of X-Men. Another thing that had occurred to the brown haired teenager: sending two Kabal members against the entire X-Mansion was not a good idea, numerically speaking, even if he trusted these two to more than hold their own against any given X-Man. If he had truly been planning a Mansion strike, he would have to find some way to lure most--if not all--of the team away.
A curious idea, that.
He re-entered the training room, white Judo outfit and all: as he came to a stop in front of them, his head moved in a simple nod. "Well done," he said. And that was that. They should know that their teamwork had been well coordinated, as had their solo endeavors: they had formulated their own plan, carried it out, then improvised the ending to perfect effect without sustaining any life-threatening injuries. Which was, given Hunter's old programming of this room, a notable feat. Since these things were obvious, he left them unstated. The way the two had been bantering clearly showed that they knew these things already.
It was time for other matters, then.
"Circe," he addressed the young woman first. "After you have rested, you may begin your first mission for me at your convenience. Melissa Rivers will brief you when you are ready." The mission was rather classic: spying. Circe was about to become the Mansion's latest new resident. Her cover would be quite near to truth. Her mission would be to further document the X-Men and Mansion capabilities in attack and defense; particularly those defenses around the real Cerebra. There was another curious idea: a machine that could locate mutants. It was rather wasted, sitting in the basement of a Mansion without any psychics to use it. ((ooc: No need for us to RP that briefing, me thinks. Enjoy, Circe!))
"Slade," he turned his attentions to the car shifter, "I will have a mission for you shortly. For now, please continue your duties as Head Mechanic." Slate blinked briefly at the metallic mutant's injuries: in all honesty, he did not think that his own healing would work tremendously well, there. Since the man had an entire staff of skilled mechanics at his command, however, he suspected it would not be a problem.
They were both dismissed. This much was clear from the fact that he had finished speaking.
The young mutant Slate nodded at the two tired mutants. "Well done." he said with a thoughtful look on his face. His eyes turned to Alexandra, as he immediately got to business.
"Circe, after you have rested, you may begin your first mission for me at your convenience. Melissa Rivers will brief you when you are ready."
She nodded, curiosity building up and Alexandra didn't wait for too long to find out what her mission would be. To be exact, she paid a visit to Melissa Rivers as soon as she left the training room.
And she was more than thrilled to find out that her latest assignment was to spy on the X-Men. In her opinion, Slate was moving quite fast. The last day she barely awoke, and now, he had her mission ready.
As she found out, she was already signed up as a mansion resident, a story not far from the truth ready to be said to the naive X-Men, and good excuses in case she would be caught snooping around with a camera.
As soon as she was briefed, Alexandra's mind was already working on improving the story, adding realistic details or spice them up a bit. She decided to rest for this day, pay a visit to her apartment to pack up, maybe have a shopping trip, and tomorrow, well, tomorrow, she would make an entrance at the mansion.
