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.
The power of the ape flooded his his body and raising an arm, Dominic prepared to give the demon a nice heavy smash to it's skull. Then he saw the girl with the pink aura weapons coming towards him. He paused in his attack and attempted to evade only to get struck in his shoulder. Well, he never did enjoy the pricks of a needle whenever he had to go to the doctor for check ups, but you better believe that he'd rather feel a needle poke than an drill shredding the flesh on his shoulder. Adrenaline kicked in and he swapped gorilla strength for the spider again. The teen leaped backwards removing his shoulder off of Aura's drill, chunks of flesh and ribbons of his blood spraying through the air. He landed 20ft backwards, falling to his knee, eyes widened as the hole in his shoulder and the cascade of red falling from it. The pain had finally registered in his mind causing him to his grit his teeth to keep from crying out, and the pain caused his eyes to water up.
"You need help, sister! SERIOUS HELP!!!!" he screamed pointing a finger at the girl. She really was serious in trying to kill him...and for what? Because of orders? Well points for her since she managed that lucky shot with her drill. Now he had to consider his options. He didn't have a fatal injury, but it was gushing red like some popped a cap in the Kool Aid man. He could stay and fight...and potentially be drilled to death. He could stay and fight...and beat the living snot out this chick. He could flee and go get his wound tended to so that he would see another day. He could flee and still get chased by this crazy girl and still be drilled to death. The foolish boy and his pride...
"I don't like you!" Dominic screamed as he picked up a rock and chuckled it at Aura. "I'm so done. No more holding back. Tell your friend and her mutts to stay out of this. Just me and you, woman. I've got enough left to put you out." he said standing back up to his feet. His left arm was pretty much out of commission, but he was sure all he needed to do was land one good blow to this girl and knock her out and her ego down a few pegs.
Having been invisible for a while now, Hyde took it all in. His shots hadn't fazed the giant, but the officer now beating him had somehow affected a change on him, shrinking the ogre down to a size more manageable. He didn't get too close fearing the police might think him one of the same. He turned back around and tried to focus on some shred of sanity amongst the cacophony of destructive force rearing it's ugly head. There was none, he decided.
Ranger was still looking a bit out of it, coming to grips with what Hyde thought could only be some sort of mind control. Flynn would have to keep an eye on his partner, having brought him into this mess to begin with...it was only fair. He circled back around toward his pal. On the way he noticed the guy that had engaged the pinkish glowing girl from earlier. He looked like he had been given a really bad wound from all the blood. Hyde had to cross them so he figured he would give this fella a hand. Hyde ran right toward her and threw out his arm to clothesline her. He figured it would seriously stun her since she shouldn't see it coming while he was invisible.
Flynn felt right bad about hitting a girl that looked so young, especially in such a manner that felt so 'dishonorable'; but she seemed almost in a glee like, donut glazed state when it came to fighting people. No matter his feelings, he needed to take this fighting machine down, and hard. He gritted his teeth and continued toward her. Unbeknownst to Hyde though, his subconscious slowed him down enough that it would be doubtful he would knock the girl out if he hit her. The mutant would have to ponder 'that' if he ever realized it though.
As fun as it was to hold on to a less than attached piece of railing and as fun as it was to be afraid for her very dear life, Ghost figured it was time for Elvis to leave the building.
A sharp intake of breath meant that the world went foggy. A little less foggy than herself, but that wasn't important. A loud echo resounded as something broke and rather large pieces of concrete started falling through her person. It wasn't an unpleasant experience, just a little mentally stressing to get her self back together.
Somewhere nearer to the bottom floors of the building, a white mist seeped out from the wreckage. It roiled across the battlefield, across bodies and debris, and more falling debris. It rolled and rolled out and rather stretched like a carpet across the ground until Ghost thought she could spread herself no further. If she stayed like this... no one would know she had no pants on.
But... could she help like this?
The begrudging answer was "probably not." And so the stage effects went in search of a face that she could recognize. She recognized plenty. So she went on from there to find a non-unconscious face that might loan her some pants. The answer came in the form of a teen Ghost knew to have brown hair and no particular attachment to his own pants.
"Calley!" It was a little hiss and lots of plucking at the pants she wanted before Ghost rumbled her way behind the jeep he was standing near and let herself condense a bit. Not too much though. Just enough to know she was a person-like cloud and not just a talking special effect.
"Calley, I wouldn't ask if it weren't important, but a bad man took my pants... and.. uhm.. can I have yours?" Her voice seemed to raise in pitch along with the perceived ludicrousness of her request. Yes. It wasn't every day that you asked for your pal's pants, but ... a bad man stole hers! "Please?" She added a little belatedly. There was no reason to forgo politeness just because she was in her skivvies on the battle field.
...The Kabal’s Leader did the only rational thing. He looked back at the cloud. Blinked. Then, politely turning his back to its presumably pantsless particles, removed his own trousers. First went the button; then, with great dignity, the zipper. The rest followed quite naturally. At the end, a neatly folded pair of pants was being offered to the maiden-voiced mist, while a pair of baby blue eyes was averting itself to somewhere overhead with the greatest of respect.
“I am Slate, actually.” He said simply. “Calley is my brother. I believe he is unconscious, over there.” The trivial matter of names, however, was not an important point to make, when a lady is in need of a gentleman’s pants.
Really, she expected him to put up a little bit more of a fight and as a result, she hadn't expected to be offered pants so readily. She hadn't even actually thought that far ahead about how a pants transfer might take place. There was only one thing to do then. Be solid and be a big girl and put on the pants.
As she was condensing behind the jeep Calley let slip and interesting fact. He wasn't Calley. Blink. Blink.
"He never told me he had a brother..." She was already feeling a bit shell shocked and now she had to add on the feeling of being a pretty slummy friend. Taking not her friend's pants, but her friend's brother's pants. "I uh... thanks. No shirt needed. He actually only took my skirt." Because that mattered. There shouldn't be too much disrobing in the midst of battle.
Ghost hopped on one leg, slipped one foot in and then the other. They were still warm. Blink. Blink. She zipped the fly and then did the button and offered her hand. Stepping around the jeep it was easy to see that the pants fit surprisingly well. It helped that Ghost had as many curves as a 19 year old/3 year old boy. "I'm Ghost. Thank you. Again. For the pants." She bit her lip and noticed Calley. The two of them had to be twins.
"I'll wash and return them." Provided that the green eyed man could be avoided. "Be safe." And with that she inhaled, became incorporeal again, and a great wind blew her misty form away and back toward the fray. She had to find someone to stop the building from falling on all the people down here. And then... stop Sam... and then... stop the crazy stop sign lady.
