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.
Heeheehee... the bipedal vehicle for petting followed the tom cat. Therefore, the tom cat purred. Allowed itself to be petted, for a moment. Then, with a grin in its deep blue eyes, it took another few steps away. The goal of every feline: not simply to be petted, but to make humans work to pet them.
>> "A lot of questions there?"
“A few,” the cat agreed, with a purr, purr, purrrr.
>> "I've been here for a few days and I don't have a lot of classes since I've nearly finished them, I just need to take the exams and I'll be done. ...No, I'm not madly in love with anyone at the moment. ...So erm, what about you?...I mean how long have you been here and what do you do?"
If the teen had moved forward to pet him by now, the cycle would repeat: the ginger-striped tom would purr contentedly for a moment, then move back juuuust out of reach. Calley wasn’t leading Sunny anywhere in particular: it was the simple act of leading him anywhere that was so very satisfying. If the teen hadn’t followed, then there would be a rather demanding ‘Mwrack’ being voiced before Calley’s other answers.
“You’re rather lucky,” the tom said. “You’ve been here days, and are nearly finished with classes. I’ve been here months, and I’m nearly... not.” ‘Flunking’ was the appropriate word, here. Yes. The ginger-stripped tomcat was, quite distinctly, in almost every subject, flunking. “As for what I do: I surprise unwary rodents in the hallways at night, and cheerful birds near their nests. There was a dove family living in an oak tree behind the Mansion...” the cat trailed off, its eyes half-lidded with contentment. “Well, there was.” It was not his fault that he’d missed lunch in the dining hall that, and all that was left in the fridge was cold macaroni. Whether his missing of lunch had occurred before or after his acquaintance with the late dove family was a curious question. Cats are, by nature, curious creatures.
Sunny seemed to follow the cat and stroke it where ever it would go. Sunny was just happy to be in a conversation that he was moderately relaxed in that he didn't notice a lot of things which would have stroke him as odd on recollection. Sunny always noticed things since his eyes and mind always did due to his photographic mind and rather keen eyesight. Sunny listened into what Calley had to say and did wonder how old the cat was. So many weird things about this cat I have no idea about. Gender, age and if...the cat can turn into a real person or not. Could be a figment of my imagination for all I know With that thought Sunny looked at the cat oddly and looked him up and down at quite a few angles wondering if it was a figment of his imagination. Well he was stroking the cat at the time and so deduced that maybe it wasn't after all and shook his head little.I guess not...that was a weird thing to do, I hope Calley didn't notice that would have been weird, so very weird. OH NO I bet Calley did and all just to confirm that it wasn't a figment of imagination This is where Sunny went quite red in the face. He blushed easily on practically anything that he might do wrong or think he did something wrong and down to his anxiety. He decided to move onto a conversation very quickly so that he might not have to explain himself. "So erm...your not doing well in classes. I'm sure you'll be able to catch up with it all, its not that hard when you put your head down." and then Sunny thought that obviously that was a stupid thing to say since he was a cat. He just implied that all he did was do his own things, that was rather a stupid comment to make. Calley is a Cat and they never really keep to one thing for long...and poor dove family...I hope it wasn't a rare species of dove...that would have been unfair.
And lo, there was staring. And the staring was rather unexplained. But a cat, being a creature not placing much stock in shyness, generally thinks not much about such starings: starings being, of course, a matter of attentions, and attentions being, primarily, the true and proper lot of a cat. He fawned—with great dignity—in the momentary spotlight.
And then he moved a few steps away, and began grooming indifferently.
>> "So erm...your not doing well in classes. I'm sure you'll be able to catch up with it all, its not that hard when you put your head down."
Facial. Twitch. In the form of an ear flick. Not that hard, was it? Just put your head down, eh? Now wouldn’t it be nice if that was true. Clearly, this biped was a scholastically inclined one. Calley generally wasn’t, even when he wasn’t in fur.
“I suppose,” he agreed in an ambiguous manner. He licked the back of one paw, and rubbed it behind his ear. The ticking of a clock caught his attention. More specifically: the chiming. Urk. The next period was starting soon. And he’d actually done his homework for that one. If he turned it in, he might be able to squeak by with a passing grade. Maybe.
Not that a cat concerned himself with such things. The ginger tom stretched out one hind leg, then the other: yawned, discretely. Blinked up at Sunny. “I fear I must go kill something, now.” Namely, his own attention span. “I bid you good day, Sir Sunny. If you ever require my felinious services, mine’s the third room in on the boy’s hall.” And with that, the tom cat walked off with great dignity.
He waited until he was around the corner to bolt. He had to get to his room, get more human and less naked, find where he put that essay—