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.
Garrett was pleasantly surprised at the ease of obtaining funds at the Sanctuary. Back at the Mansion, it had been bag lunches and Kool-Aid. Here, he simply made some requisitions through Lisa and the next thing he knew he was on a plane. He decided it was the good part about all of the forms and bureaucracy he had suffered as the Public Relations man for the Sanctuary. Some kind of perk should come from such a thankless job.
Now the ocean was open and shining beneath him as the jet sailed around the world. He did take it upon himself to do some paperwork on the plane. It made little sense not to, considering the length of the flight. No one else would be filling his shoes while he was gone and the mountain of red tape would only be higher on his return to New York. His cell rang, the number reading as that of Richard Simchek, a private investigator that Garrett had hired a week ago.
The man was making good time, having been chartered over to Japan prior to Garrett's arrival. He didn't have much to give the P.I. to run with, but the tracker's experience and reputation spoke for itself. " I believe I have found it. The voice on the other end spoke the names and dates aloud as he read them himself. Garrett smiled widely and thanked Mr. Simchek.' That would definitely be the site in question. Consider yourself paid in full. I should be arriving at 7:00 pm Tokyo time. Would you mind meeting me there? Excellent. Thank you again."
In normal cases, Garrett would have snubbed the idea of using a human. This human , however, was the best in his field and his results were stellar. It didn't mean they had to go have a beer and talk about their childhoods later. The phone was returned to its place and Garrett felt alive with excitement. Now he could enjoy the trip. Every sunrise an every moment of wonder would not compare with the smile he would receive when the gift was delivered.
The great light show that was Tokyo was quite amazing. Garrett felt like he should stop and enjoy some of the sights, but the date was looming and he could come back again. He would need a guide who had been here before and he hoped she would accompany him when the time came. For now, it was just a living postcard, zipping by the window of his company car. The driver was following the instructions of Mr. Simchek, who sat across from Garrett.
" It's beautiful, isn't it?" Garrett's mind was on the honey brown eyes of the recipient of the gift. He snapped out of it long enough to give the human an answer. " Yes, it is. It's a pity that I cannot linger and take it in, but I am on a strict timetable, as you well know." Simcheck nodded, seemingly put off by Garrett's dismissal. That was just too damned bad. The human would surely not turn down the large retainer he was receiving, so anything else was irrelevant.
The ride would involve vehicle changes as the roads gave ways to trails. Simchek suggested that they stop at some point and rest overnight, but Garrett would have nothing of it. Both the tracker and the driver were so greedy, he thought. They were being paid handsomely to take him to the site and while they needed good light for pictures and collection, a nap in the car would suffice. Garrett drifted off to sleep in the car, her face lighting his dreams.
The Mansion and the Sanctuary sat across a small street from one another, each a more gothic and looming representation of their real structures. Storm clouds gathered overhead and a hard rain began to fall, washing various pieces of detritus down the sides of the street. At once, the clouds broke in a dramatic fashion and the sun shone down into the gap between the faction houses. Garrett stepped from the Sanctuary's golden doors in a tux, tails and tophat as a waltz began to play for some unseen symphony. Maya stepped from the Mansion's gates in a lovely periwinkle dress and heels. Heels on Maya? This must be a dream. The two met in the center of the street and began to dance the lovers' waltz, oblivious to the factions. What a lovely id---
"Mister Wills. Mister Wills? We are here, Sir." Groggy eyelids fluttered open as Garrett crawled from the wrinkled mess of the back seat. Standing in the rising sunlight, he stretched and inhaled the sweet air. They seemed to be in some sort of rural area, as no signs of houses were present. A small trail began from the side of the road that stretched up and into the hills before them. Simchek had loaded the gear and was already standing before Garrett. " If we hurry, we can get an excellent shot with the sunlight." Garrett nodded and smiled sleepily, joining him as they disappeared into the foliage.
The trek was thankfully short, as Garrett noticed that he was indeed out of shape. A small stitch in his side was forming due to the apparent elevation. The trail was beautiful though, with spring wildflowers of every sort greeting them as they ascended. It finally flattened out to a small plateau, surrounded by a small iron fence and solid masonry. The photograph seemed to frame itself as Garrett's eyes were drawn to the spot in question. The two graves he had traveled around the world to visit stood before him as they had in the small picture Maya had once shown him. As Simchek began to assemble the tripod, he handed Garrett a small pair of shears. " Mind the graves. No disrespect will be tolerated."