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.
Once Lenna reassured Domingo that it wouldn't be too long until he heard back from her, it allowed him to relax about the situation a bit. It'd give him a chance to get to know New York a little better. And also, he'd be able to see for himself exactly what this Institute was like, see what all the fuss was about.
"Thanks, my family are pretty cool. Apart from my brother, Raul. He's my twin brother, actually. But since a few years ago he's been more like my worst enemy than my brother. Long story though..." Domingo trailed off from talking about Raul, and what had happened between them. It truly affected him how their relationship had deteriorated. Domingo had once considered Raul to be his closest friend, aswell as his brother. Now though, Raul hated Domingo. And back home in London, he wanted Domingo to fail in his pursuit of self-discovery.
As Lenna reached for her iPhone and began pressing away at the little machine, Domingo smiled and uttered his answer. "Its called Xavier's Institute, or something like that." He looked on as she worked her investigative magic on her phone. "The wonder of modern technology, eh?!" Domingo grinned.
The 'School for Gifted Youngsters' had been the guiding light in his journey to the States. But Domingo believed that sometimes the places you need to go aren't the ones you set out to find. And with this in mind, and after hearing what Lenna had to say, he thought that maybe the Institute wasn't the be-all and end-all. Maybe it was the reason he came to New York, but it wasn't where he was supposed to be.
"Wow, you're good. You're very good!" Domingo reached for the pen and paper, and jotted down the address. "I s'pose I've gotta see what the place is like, after all, I am here. And if I've got a few weeks until I hear anything, then I might as well go and talk to the people there." He then looked sternly at Lenna, speaking with a serious and almost formal tone in his voice. "But I gotta tell you, first choice on my wishlist is for this thing to work out. I'll sit tight and wait, no problem. I think we've already said this, but I'm glad I met you, Lenna." He reached into his bag beneath the table and pulled out his bright red embroidered underwear from the bag rescued by Lenna earlier. "I wouldn't have these if I hadn't!"
"You... show those again, and they'll arrest you." Lenna teased. Her finger wagged at the red underpants. Again with the underpants, geez. She couldn't hide a subtle smirk. This guy... he made her laugh. She hadn't even been planning to, but Lenna laughed. A real one. "Heheh."
"Your receipt," the waitress from before interrupted. A faint blush hinted at her cheeks as she glanced down at the piece of paper. No where else. Definitely not at the embroidered name, that was for sure.
"You may want to hide those." The brunette kicked Domingo's foot lightly under the table, then turned to smile at the waitress. "Thank you. We'll be up to the front desk to pay shortly. Give my compliments to the chef."
"Sure..." The waitress nodded, and left. Lenna turned to examine the receipt. Hmm... they'd marked them up as one group, rather than two different parties. That made it a tiny bit harder to decipher whose meal was whose. It didn't matter. At least the meals were cheap.
"Here," Lenna set the receipt down in front of Domingo with a chuckle. He could see his total. She plucked the iPhone up off the table, and retrieved the pen from him as Domingo finished jotting the address down. "I'll pay my half. You pay yours. I think... I had the General Tso’s." She glanced back at the meal ticket again. “And the pork-fried rice.”
She slid out of the booth and grabbed her baggage from beneath the table, then led the way to the front counter to pay.
Upon the sensing of Lenna's gentle warning kick under the table, the young Spanish adventurer realised the scene of which he was the centre. In one swift movement, Domingo had gone from holding his attention-grabbing lucky red pants aside the widely grinning expression on his face to hiding them under his jacket and bowing his head close to the table, his face down and blushing. The air in his mouth slowly filled until it was too much for his pursed lips to hold, and the air burst them open, the air racing out with his laughter.
"Yeah, the tea was really good. I'm pretty sure the food was too!" Domingo joked, remembering that he'd forced it down his throat like a starving wild animal feasting on its prey. As the waitress left the table, he turned to Lenna. "Well, this has been really nice. We'll definitely have to eat here again." Lenna was inspecting the bill. She passed it to Domingo, who began reading it, not realising that his new friend had already got up and was heading off to the front desk to settle the bill.
Domingo quickly jumped up, grabbed his own luggage, taking special care not to forget the renegade bag that had brought the two together in the first place. He smiled as he picked it up, and he shook his head at the twist of fate that possibly could result in Domingo's meeting with and working alongside other mutants. He headed off to catch up to Lenna, who had set her bags down on the floor to pay her half.
"Here." Domingo was ready with cash, and handed it to the waitress at the desk. "Keep the change. The food... mucho bueno!" The money was more than enough to pay for the meal for both Lenna and Domingo, and he looked at her standing next to him. "Lets just say its an insurance payout, a reward, for saving my bag. Just not quite my blushes, too!" The pair said goodbye to the staff, and turned to head off into the cool evening outside.
"Okay, well make sure you call me, Lenna. And thanks again." Domingo held out his hand, to which Lenna's met his, and with a smile, they shook. "I'll be seeing you soon then." Domingo turned, his bags safely secured over is shoulders, and began to head off down the street. He turned back, to wave at Lenna, but she was already gone. Feeling positive and still smiling, the eighteen year old Spaniard carried on down the street, towards the hotel his father had pre-booked for him. The air was cool, and filled with the sounds of the town. New York City. He liked it already.