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.
Mike sighed, picking Tricity up from the lawn. "I'm only saying this because you're unconscious and can't hear me... but I told you so," he said quietly. He hoped there wouldn't be a third time that he had to carry her to the infirmary like this.
Davon was leaning against a tree in the shade, rubbing his neck. His tail could be seen twisting the grass at his feet. He pulled out a cigarrette from his jacket and lit it with a puff from his own breath. He took a drag, and tried to calm down.
"Yeah, she just overexerted herself. Again. Just hang out for a while, I'll be back once I make sure she's listening to the doctors and staying the hell off her feet. And... thanks."
After instrucing some of the older students and staff members to haul Eliza down to the holding cells, he carried Tricity off to the infirmary.
Well, they don't seem to care about how I look. Guess I'll just sit here and try not to do anything stupid, he thought to himself as he settled down against the shady side of the tree.
He stretched his legs out, playing in the grass with his toes. He took off his hat and undid his ponytail. He scratched at his scalp with the cigarrette chomped between his teeth. I so need to wash this mop. He retied his ponytail, but didn't put his hat back on. Instead, he rubbed at the base of his horns, almost worriedly.
Flicking ashes, he tried to take a better look at the institute. His sunglasses helped a bit, but things far away still blurred. Sighing, he looded down at his feet... adjusting his position to keep himself in the shade.
Nothing to do but wait I guess. Still have no clue why I'm here. He muddled over the last few days in his head to pass the time.
Mike crouched in the front yard, blue energy leaking out through his closed eyelids. His powers were stretched in every direction, amplified by his frustration and leftover anger from the events of the past two days. Though the sun was setting and the campus was getting darker, the psychic energy radiating from Cassiel kept the area immediately around him quite bright.
It was a rather complicated plan that he'd come up with. If he stretched his thoughts and tried to gather all of the latent emotions lingering throughout the mansion, he would get a picture of the past and present events. If he touched them just right, amplified his powers enough, then he might be able to get a glimpse of what was coming, instead of what had already come to pass.
It was a plan that was based more on wishful thinking than actual theory and practice, but it was still a plan, and at the moment the only one he had. Even if it didn't do more than occupy his time, it'd still hold him over until he thought of a more... practical plan.
*Tricity came down the spiral staircase and saw the sky turning darker. The Doctor once again said she was ok, along with the baby, but to be careful as always. As she was halfway down the long stairs, a bright glow from the front yard made her turn her head to look outside.* "What the...?" *Janice came running upstairs; a tall, 18 year old girl who could suspend things in air for a few moments, sometimes stopping time. Tricity grabbed the girl's arm to stop her.* "Hey, Janice. Who is that outside?" Janice: "Huh?" *She too looked out the large windows and then smiled and nodded.* Janice: "Oh, that's Mike. Uh, Mike Asters. He's been out there for a little while after the kids just came in for dinner." "Right, thanks hun." Janice: "No prob." *The girl continued upstairs and Tricity went down and out the front doors to meet with Mike. He seemed to almost be in a meditative state and she didn't want to disturb him as she walked across the grass quietly and stood some 10 feet away.*
Mike didn't turn to see her, nor did he move at all to acknowledge in any way in response to her presence. Still, he obviously knew she was there. He was feeling everything on the campus, and while he obviously couldn't focus on everything at once, Tricity's mind was familiar, and stood out like a bright light.
"You can come closer, there's nothing to worry about."
"Should've figured you would notice me here..." *Tricity sat down on the grass next to him, wrapping her wool shall around her shoulders.* "I figured we could go talk to Siren. He'll know about Gorgon."
There was a minute of silence before anything happened. Then there was a brief surge, then a spike of psychic energy bolting straight into the sky, and then the lawn was dark. Mike held his head, shaking it for a moment, before standing.
"Sorry about that... it's easier to think when I'm not powered up like that. Yeah, I'm game, a-hunting snakey lunatics we go," he thought to her as he regained his bearings.
*Tricity felt Mike's power and the ora of energy pushed her backward a bit to where she had to put a hand behind her as she was pushed off balance. She quickly touched his shoulders, ignoring the apology he had just made.* "Are you alright? That was amazing! I've never seen you do anything like that before."
Mike was still a little off balance. "I've never really tried to do that before. This," he gestured around them, "is exactly where Whitmore and that assassin attacked us. Add to that that it's where everyone was panicked when Kage was attacking, and a few other events that don't really bear mentioning, and this is one of the most emotionally charged areas in the school right now. I've been soaking it in for the past hour and... expanding." He glanced back over his shoulder at her, "On a side note, some of the middle-school students on the third floor are planning something for tonight involving a case of toilet paper, vinegar, and..." He closed his eyes, trying to remember, "A duck? I don't know... it's a little foggy. Like I said it's hard to do narrow thinking when I'm like that."
*Tricity smirked at his last comment and then nodded in agreement at the state on what these grounds had encountered for the past several years, but more recently of the mansion being destroyed, rebuilt, and then the couple major fights including Orion, Gorgon, Chaos, Ire, Siren, Delphi, Johnathon, and herself as well as the Whitmore incidents. She quickly stood and put a hand down for him.* "Shall we try and find Siren? I saw his wife upstairs, so we can talk to her."