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.
No matter how many times Isabel tugged the hem of the dress down or pulled the frilled top up, the damn dress refused to adjust the way she wanted it to. Realistically it was impossible to try to make a short garment longer by simply fussing with the fabric, but she'd be damned if she didn't try anyway. She'd have killed for a pair of pants. And she knew exactly who would be at the top of the list for targets.
Speaking of potential murder victims, the gunshot that suddenly rang out signaled that he was still within the vicinity of the van, rather than opting to take any one of the other numerous vehicles in the immediate area and leaving her to her own devices. It was strange to think such an individual was worthy of trusting insofar as keeping up his end of their bargain, up until that point in time at least. She hoped she'd end up at the Sanctuary, and not dumped in the city somewhere while he continued his little joy ride. With any luck the idea of getting his arm fixed up by more professional healers than herself would be enough to keep him on course.
Carefully she settled herself in one corner of the van, as far away from the back doors as she could manage to squeeze while she idly watched windshields shatter and bodies jerk this way and that while more gunshots echoed through the air. Guns were so uninventive. Though it was somewhat amusing to see how much a body jerked when shot. She personally preferred a more hands-on approach. Plus, the ringing shots did nothing for her headache, which only seemed to continue to increase as time passed.
Thankfully the firing ceased rather quickly, whether due to lack of remaining ammo or boredom from the one wielding the weapon was unclear, and frankly she didn't really care. She just wanted to get home, and they weren't going anywhere as long as that maniac was having fun blowing holes in peoples' bodies.
While she should have expected it, a startled yelp still escaped her as the van launched itself into movement once again, little clawed spikes jutting from her fingertips as she scrambled to dig them into any available surface and keep herself from sliding out the back doors. She was never getting a vehicle with this psycho ever again.
The next stop the van came to occurred sooner than she'd expected. They weren't quite near the Sanctuary yet judging from what she could see out of the swinging doors, and she didn't think the driver would be obeying the rules of the road for something like red lights or stop signs. It was only after they rammed something that her sluggish mind registered the fact that they could run into traffic en route to their destination. But really, was it necessary to make a battering ram out of their van? All that starting and stopping had the van swaying violently, and her stomach trying to churn with equal intensity because of it.
It took everything she had not to lose her lunch as things finally smoothed out and the other drivers on the road got the message to back off and let the maniac through. She could have sworn the jackass was making the ride as miserable for her as he could just to spite her. She'd pay him back at some point, when she was a little more herself. And in a decent outfit.
Finally the vehicle seemed to begin slowing down ad she took the opportunity to focus as best she could on the surroundings outside the swinging back doors. Finally things were starting to look more familiar as they progressed closer to her intended destination. However, she wasn't going to give him the chance to screw anything else up. She could get herself to the Sanctuary without such an escort.
As soon as they were as close to the building as she dared trust the man to get, and when the van had sowed to a more reasonable speed, she all but vaulted out of her enclosure through the open doors. Tucking and rolling was difficult when everything already hurt and movements were sluggish. But somehow she managed to land in the street with minimal damage. The pavement was extremely unkind to her exposed areas of flesh and some patches of the new outfit, but she managed to get away without any broken bones or seriously deep gashes.
Slowly and shakily she got to her feet, finding standing to be more difficult than she could remember it ever being. Walking even more so. But she managed to make it to the sidewalk in one piece, traffic having obediently seemed to avoid taking the same route as the SWAT van. Clearing her head as best she could, she kept an eye out for the crazy driver in case he made a U-turn, if for nothing else than to run her over, and proceeded to close the rest of the distance home as quickly as she could.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Many people, if offered a heavily armoured vehicle with which to navigate the multiple lanes of New York will, for some inexplicable reason, refuse the offer. They will state that it is too large, ungainly, inefficient and aesthetically displeasing for their own personal tastes. In short the question they are asking is 'what could anyone possibly do with such a machine?'
This is, of course, the wrong question.
When one is bestowed with the god fortune to direct one such a automobile it should not be limitations which spring to mind, but possibilities. In essence, 'what can't you do with a heavily armored vehicle in the middle of New York?' For the imaginative individual at least a dozen different ideas should make themselves known in but a short few moments; hit and run, drive-by's, multi-car pile ups, playing chicken with opposing traffic , shunting others into fire hydrants and leading the civil authority on a merry chase are but a few of the possibilities.
As Hull was swiftly discovering though, one the element of surprise was lost other drivers and pedestrians tended to give you a rather wide birth which made things rather difficult if you were, say, attempting to play an impromptu game of snooker and couldn't quite manage to line up the white beetle with the blue corvette for a calculated ramming and a handy five points.
Truly, it only went to show how inconsiderate people in this city were.
Still there was a minor upside to the situation; namely that such a wide birth gave the sinister anarchist a clear run to build the van's velocity to its maximum which, when one considered the machines bulk, was actually quite impressive but depressingly was not even close to what the police cruiser had been capable of achieving. It was not a complete loss though, after all open road could not last long in such a bustling urban jungle, eventually the twisted traveler would catch up with another van, car or, if he were lucky, a motorcycle. All he needed was a little patience...
Hull's thoughts paused at this point and then rapidly backtracked as they re-examined the requirements associated with this latest idea, almost immediately locating the inherent flaw before then swiftly seeking an alternative. Vicious viridian eyes abandoned the road as the macabre menace twisted his head and glanced down nearby side streets and into contiguous establishments when, abruptly, a flicker of jade crossed the outer edge of his vision, prompting him to twist his head yet further.
It is important to note that the purpose of a windshield, aside from shielding one from the wind, is to provide a transparent zone through which the driver may observe their surroundings and thus be able to react as necessary to ongoing events. Logically, if a driver were to ignore the view directly before them in favour of another sight, one would expect the aforementioned driver to encounter certain... difficulties.
Logic however, was rarely capable of applying itself properly to Hull, and so the most it could manage was to urge a small newborn kitten out into the road where it was promptly turned into an interesting new form of pâté guaranteed to rapidly circulate throughout the city, garnering considerable attention from those who experienced it.
Five seconds later, Hull collided with a mini cooper.
Given the disproportion in size between the two vehicles it is little wonder that the newly warped form of conglomerated metal retained an impressive amount of kinetic force which allowed it to slide a dozen feet before impacting against store front and enacting immediate renovations to the establishments entrance, much to the misfortune of those who had been residing within at the time. All in all though Hull considered as he gradually pulled his aching body out of the debris, he could have done better; he'd come just shy of collapsing a main support pillar and a handful of potential customers had managed to cluster in a far corner of store.
No, it certainly wasn't his best performance especially since he seemed to have momentarily lost the buxom bonemancer, however amelioration was always possible. A sinister grin snaked across the Canadian killers features as an NYPD pistol materialized in his good hand and was leveled towards the civilians.