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.
It had happened so fast. One minute, they were fighting and then the next, it was over. Xavia watched on, face drained of color as she felt like she was about to faint. She watched as Jupiter went up the next set of stairs after coming up and reassuring her that she was safe. She stood up then, and quickly went downstairs to tie the unconscious men up with the duct tape they had brought.
While Jupiter was busy upstairs though, another figure crept out from the kitchen where he had been looking for her. It was the scarred man. He came up behind her with a syringe full of tranquilizer, then grabbed for her and plunged the needle into her leg while his hand smacked over her mouth to keep her from screaming.
Xavia struggled against him, even bit into his hand, but to no avail. Her head started to feel light, and everything started to blur as the drugs pumped through her veins. He turned them both around, pulling out his Glock and pressing it against the side of her neck while he started to back toward the window, ignoring his fallen comrades so he could just get the hell out of there with his intended target.
She went limp against the man, her head lolling forward as her eyes began to roll and she gave in to the sleep that claimed her. Her entire form became like a ragdoll, and she grew heavier than he had anticipated from the dead weight. Hopefully he would get himself, and his captive out before the bastard upstairs had any inkling he had been there. Let him think she had ran off on him, she was good at running away. He had to give her mad props for her stealth.
He was a patient man. His lackeys were disposable, and as long as the money kept coming at him, he would keep chasing the bull’s eye, being Xavia. He was a merciless mercenary who would do anything to get ahead in the world, and he enjoyed watching his victims squirm like a worm on a hook, he enjoyed the whole chase, honestly.
His current benefactor wanted the girl alive, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t get revenge on her. She looked so beautiful, even now, pale, limp, and unconscious against him that he felt a surge of triumph. What his boss didn’t know wouldn’t hurt. He loved the thought of what he would do before taking her to the man who was paying him… Yes, the thought spurred him on as he silently propped her against the wall and began to climb out the window.
Jupiter took mere second to rectify the man on the roof, and was thus hurriedly coming back down the stairs to comfort the Dryad, when he saw the woman wasn’t there he rounded the stairs in time to see the man lean an unconscious Xavia up against the wall and he himself was climbing out the window… the head scum’s concentration on the window meant two things, one his hands and gun were occupied and two, Jupiter hadn’t seen the gun at all. He did however see that Dryad was unconscious….He had just told her she was safe damn it! Here was a man making a liar of him, He took two steps back and then took a running leap down the stair way landing like an ape at the bottom floor with a boom. He rushed the man who was half way out the window.
The blood pumped through his veins pushing the testosterone and adrenaline through him making a typically easy to anger man, lose his cool beyond a simple fury. If the man was unfortunate enough to face him, then the paper should start printing up his obituary now. Without a hostage, he had no chips to reason with Jupiter. He would have done better to wait it out. keep his hostage awake and agreeable, and his foe at his gun’s mercy.
He was in such a hurry to get out that he had been sloppy. Damn! He had planned for his minion on the roof to distract the demon dude so he could make a clean get away. He had not anticipated, however, a naked red guerilla of a man fly through the air and into the main storey of the house, sheet flapping around his midsection. He didn’t have time to get the girl out of the house and leapt the rest of the way out of the window, then pointed a gun toward the man’s head and yelled, “You can’t watch her forever!”
Miffed, the ugly goon started to back away and took off running. A door slammed somewhere, not long after, and the peel of tires screeched in the morning air.
Meanwhile, Xavia lay slumped against the wall, blood welled up on her bottom lip from the man’s hand grinding into it a certain way. Now, maybe Jupiter understood what had her so on edge that she had went after him in the Ramble, why she had taken off running and was desperate enough to try and cross the icy cold river. Why she may seem to have a screw or two loose.
She had been scared. This house was her haven, and they ad chased her out before. If he looked around him, he would see the tell-tale signs of the prior break in. There was still wood splintered on the floor from where they had bashed the front door in, and if he had seen in the attic, there was still the bullet lodged in the wall, and chunks of the window pane missing.
When he had come up on her in the park, she must have been so on edge that she did what she could to keep herself safe, more than anything. While he hadn’t gone looking for trouble with her, she was frightened for her life and took it out on him, before he had a chance to attack her.
Now that there was a steady stream of sunlight, he would be able to see what the dimness of dawn had left out. There were smudges beneath her eyes that bespoke of lack of sleep, her face was slightly pinched from fatigue, even as she was rendered unconscious. There were also bruises, still somewhat fresh, visible across the part of her chest that the dress did not cover, from her having tried to leap to another building and smacking against it. Even her legs bore some marks of the misadventure.
She wasn’t safe in New York, she wasn’t safe anywhere she could be followed.
“I will tear your limbs off and feed them to you, you sorry piece of ***** **** ***** **** ***** **** ***. You better run and not stop. You want to test it , turn around and fight you ****** ***** ******* ***** ***.”
The fury that flowed from his lips might have surprised even him at the moment if he wasn’t to busy grabbing up the goons on the ground and kicking open the front door. The car Flew down the street. Jupiter encouraged to act wickedly by the lack of Xavia watching launched both of the thugs into the street in front of the car. That would serve as a warning to the man. One of the men thudded too far up the street, but was enough for the car to hit the breaks…the second body hit the trunk of the car falling way to short. Upon the impact the car tore out of the neighborhood with reckless abandon.
He turned around and scooped up Xavia, resting her form over his shoulder once more. He climbed the stairs and rested her on the bed, he looked around the room and started gathering up her possessions in a cover, from the sopping wet dress to any other object that looked remotely important…the bundle grew to santa claus sized proportions.. he dawned his pants and boots once more. His cell phone still wouldn’t turn on due to his dip in the river.
He placed Xavia back on his shoulder and pulled the bundle that was meek compared to what he was willing to carry for her. He went down the stairs and eyed the piano…he wanted to take it but he was pretty sure that it would have fell apart if he moved it…he’d have to replace it with a new one at the sanctuary. He walked out the door and began his trek home.
