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.
With the spring comes the rain, and lots of it. David stood under the protective awning, umbrella in hand he debated whether to leave. He could stay a little dry, but the rain was coming down pretty heavy, and he wasn't in a hurry after all. "I guess I can wait, no hurry." He muttered to himself. He didn't have anywhere to go, he had spent his day simply wandering, a few errands here and there. Really boring.
He watched as the card worked their way through the traffic, kicking up water on any poor person too close to the street, David tried not to laugh at them, but it was kind of funny. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cellphone, he had a few new numbers placed in it, but had no intention to call anyone. He simply fiddled with the functions, in and out of the calculator, playing with the menus and ringtones, doing whatever it took to entertain himself.
Rain, the best way to stay under the radar. The little sensors that go off in the night can't detect a runaway mental when they are drenched. As the infected of the disgusting, slimey, squirming, dying city ran to the nearest shelters to keep themselves visible to the government's radars, a cloaked figure sauntered through the rain, nearly dancing. For once, her hood was down, if there were any chips in her brain, hopefully she could drown them and override the system with a bit of nature's help. Everyone stayed out of her way when it rained, the street sidewalk was her ravine and she was a rushing rapid, no one would touch her. She was safe.
The night was perfectly dark, a mystery that would not reveal itself to the masked woman. As she stepped lightly through the streets, quickly changing the direction she was staring in as if a malfunctioning robot, she came across a man with a cell phone, debating a venture out into the rain. Sounds were jingling from the handheld device, possibly scrambling the system...or rebooting it. Her perfect night was foiled by this seeming-to-be-a-man and his little handheld device.
It could be possible that this man was against her and out to harm her. Or an innocent bystandard. Or a man who was really infested with worms, writhing and squirming through his veins. The thought sent a chill up her spine, but he remained visibly average. No hallucinations yet. Fearing that by standing in front of him, completely drenched and robotic, she would give away her position, she had to excuse her appearance. Thinking straight up on her toes, she quoted in a raspy voice, "If love is a shelter, I'm going to walk in the rain."
As David toyed with the buttons he noticed someone walk up in front of him, and at first disregarded it, plenty of people would be trying to get to cover. Whoever it as didn't move though, stayed put. "Hmm" He looked up to see who it was, and didn't recognize her. Not that he expected to, it was New york City after all. He gave her a strange look as she quoted something. "Odd way to greet someone" He thought.
He decided to do a quick internet search, but it didn't help, no sources were found. "Was she talking to me?" He thought. She was staring at him after all. That was the point he realized, he had been staring back at her, not saying a word. "uhmm, hey." He said with a friendly smile. "If you stay out in the rain though you will catch a cold." He said giving some helpful advice to the odd lady. She was thoroughly soaked, probably freezing cold. It may be spring, but winter hadn't ended long ago, so the nights were still a bit chilly. "My name's David by the way." He said, giving a proper introduction.
He wasn't speaking, just standing and staring back at her. Did she have something wrong with her? Maybe she had an eyebooger that he was looking at. With the thought of the gooey, slimey eyeboogers, she immediately began rubbing at her eyes. Since she was wearing gloves, she couldn't feel the slimey excretion, but she saw the wipe marks on her gloves and freaked out. Dropping to her knees, she began to wipe the concrete ground, trying to scrape it off of her gloves.
After standing back up, she analyzed her gloves, making sure they were clean...and wet. Apparently the...person...had spoken to her while she was busy, but she caught what he said. Something about catching a cold and his name being...uh...David. A human name. Was he human? He may be a wizard! In response to his input on the rain, she quoted again "Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet, I'm Jacqueline," she lied. Ahorta was the name the government knew her by, it was the name the cops knew her by, all humans knew Ahorta. Jack fell in a vat of corrosive liquid in Batman, so she feminized the name and refered to herself as Jacqueline.
David stared blankly at the girl, not quite sure of what to make of her. She had apparently freaked a bit a bit about her gloves, maybe their was just something on it. Her response was also pretty odd. "Ehrm ok, not a normal response." he muttered, "Nice to meet you Ms. Jacqueline." He said, ignoring the oddness. "This? it's my cell phone." He said holding it up.
"I'm just messing with it." He said moving next to her and showing her the screen of the phone in a very enthusiastic way. "I just got it, it has all these little functions and stuff, games, calculator, GPS." As he told her he jumped to the different functions on the phone. He really didn't need all of it, his power could handle it, but it was still pretty cool.
Cell phones were hardly used where she came from. Technology these days was much too expensive and her 'family' could never afford it. To put the cherry upon her melted sundae called 'life', the mental institution never allowed cell phones, only the occassional TV show after group therapy. "Well why are you on it right now? Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it." Ah, good ol' Ferris Bueller.
Strange how the only time Ahorta managed to say something philosophical can be credited to the picture of Matthew Broderick going crazy in a city that just wasn't big enough for him. "About this device: does it send out signals? Can it tap into people's brains? Manipulate them? I bet the Russians made them. You don't happen to be Russian do you?" Suddenly, she felt the urge to bombard him with questions. What if he was Russian!? And he was out to scramble her brain with this thing called a 'cell phone', must be code talk. The 'phone' must have holding 'cells', maybe these are meant to trap mutants!
