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.
The engine clatters hard, and smoke begins to pour out of the hood of the car. Next, the brakes vanish. And with the screeching of worn-down tires and the clug of a machines death, the vehicle stops moving. Its occupant, to say the least, is quite frustrated.
Force staggers out of the vehicle, and fans smoke away violently with his hands, muttering expletives under his breath.
The Ford Pinto is cheap, gets good mileage, and runs decently. Why the hell did I believe that crap?!
He hesitantly opens the hood, peeks under, and groans, slamming it shut once more.
I am in some serious trouble...
He perks up.
I was really close...
Reaching into his pocket, Force retrieves a sheet of notebook paper. He reads it, and grins.
"I'm here!...Almost!"
He pumps his fist, temporarily losing focus. Unfortunately, thats all it takes, as the scrap sheet is broken to shreds by a crimson beam of concussive energy that emits from Force's arm and fires into the air at a steep angle. Force mutters another expletive, and brings his arm down.
Goddamn it! Chalk up one more mistake! Sheesh...
He leans on his car...hunk of metal. Someone will have seen that, surely. Besides, he's tired. Not having slept in days, Force shuts his eyes. Just a rest...
*Tricity was walking along the hallway when one of the children came bursting through the front doors and began tugging at the sleeve of her black, satin top.* child: "Ms. Tipper, me and Brian were playing on the tennis court and we saw a beam of light shoot into the sky. From my mutated hearing, I don't think it was far from the school. Sounded like a car broke down." *She looked down at the little boy with confusion, but then nodded and smiled.* "Ok, hun. Go back outside and play. Thank you." *Tricity walked down the hall toward the security desk, seeing Johnathon at his post doing homework.* "Johnathon, I have an appointment today right?" *The teenage boy removed his earphones and looked at the schedule he had in front of him.* john: "Uuugh, yea...Yea in about 15 minutes. Why?" "Well, the prospective resident might have broken down near by. I'm gonna take the car and go see what's up."
*Tricity left to the garage and started up her mustang, pulling out of the driveway. After only some few miles, she saw a broken down car on the side of the raod with an occupant sleeping against it. She smirked with a raised eyebrow and mentally used her powers to start the car and hopefully abruptly waken the stranger.*
Great, and I've been out for a long time. Watch me be robbed blind.
He looks up, and see's a rather amused looking women doing something to be congrued to staring. He gives a sarcastc wave, and the car begins to sputter again. Force closes his eyes.
Its just a machine...Not a person...You're not angry at the machine...Yes, I am angry at the machine!
With that, he smiles, and points his finger at the hood, cutting loose a beam and caving the front of the crap piece of machinery in.
"It seems a lot better than you." *She replied smiling. Tricity stepped out of her mustang and walked over to the man, leaning against his car.* "I see you're having a bit of car trouble. Are you heading to Xavier's place??"
*Tricity smiled. She liked him already. Sarcastic people were right up her alley.* "Both, but let me know which one you would prefer to be called. Come on, let's have your life story while we head back to the mansion. I'll have someone come for you car. I'd guide it with my mutation, but being pregnant and all, I'm supposed to not overdo myself." *She got into the driver's side and opened the door for him.*
(OOC: I have to sign off for a bit. I should be back in a little while.)
"Don't do anything tough if you're pregnant, doll. I'll just come back later and total it or something. I could use the workout."
He walks over and gets in. Shutting the door behind him, he turns back to her, extends his hand, and lifts his ruby shades off of his eyes. He makes eye contact, something he only reserves for important circumstances, revealing stark red pupils almost crackling with unseen force. As far as he was concerned, meeting a woman who was actually friendly, and not screaming her head off and throwing heavy objects at his head, was a welcome occasion.
"My names Dylan Schmeyer the those who call me friend. Force Oblivion to those about to get a splitting headache, or, if I'm really pissed, people who are about to contemplate every meaning of the word 'Coma'."
He grins, and flips the shades back down. Best not cut loose an accidental blast, focusing too hard on one spot. Last time that happened, he found himself in quite a hard place...
*She nodded and turned the car around, heading back for the mansion.* "Well, I need to know your mutation exactly and whether or not it's dangerous to anyone else or yourself. If you plan on living with other people, it's kind of important that you don't accidently harm them."
"I dunno. Are there words? I lose mental control, or focus to hard on something, red comes from me and that somethings gets seriously wounded."
He really didn't know what it was. All he knew, is he had broken his leg on a train track in Mississippi, and faced with death by freight train, or power usage, he fired a red beam. Against a train. And the beam won.
"I really dunno what else to say. I can control it okay. As long as I keep sense of self."
*Tricity looked at him with suspicion for a moment and then turned back to face the road.* "You don't sound too convinced. Are you sure you can control it? I can't take risks, ya know. We have a doctor in our infirmary who may be able to help you better control your mutation."
"I made a mistake once. Lost control, badly, just once. When my powers manifested themselves, I knew my family, my friends, would abandon me. I worked hard, on control. Achieved absolute control, I thought. Then, in my senior year of highschool, on a stupid field trip for my government class, I saw my girlfriend making out with my best friend. I felt something coming, and aimed my whole being upwards, and the roof of city hall disappeared."
He laughs bitterly.
"I'll speak to the doctor. I would hate to do that to your establishment, Ms...?"
"Oh, Tricity is fine. My real name is Delilah Rose Tipper, but most call me Tricity. We're almost there." *She turned into the driveway and the gates opened for them. After parking the car, she stepped out and leaned on the roof of the car.* "Well, this is it. Home sweet home. You may pick any room you'd like on the second floor. *She took her bag out of the bar and slid the registration forms across the hood of the car for him.* "Just fill these out and hand them back to me when you get a chance."