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.
"Well, I just don't know where they took Jaguar and why. It just doesn't make sense, what are they doing to him?" She said, another tear rolled down her cheek when she began thinking of why they would need him. It was a puzzling question for why didn't they just kill him?
"There's a thousand reasons... and unfortunately, just as many places." He said quietly, he knew he was not really helping much by saying such things. "And hopefully they're jus' holding him captive and in a couple days we'll get a ransom for him..." He continued, though he certainly did not believe that last bit himself. He knew if he were in Whitmore's shoes, or whoever was pulling the strings, he would want Jaguar for some black ops... He would want to use Jaguar for his own ends... but then again, he was not Whitmore, or whoever was pulling the strings.
"Ya, but I'm going to find out where and why. He's my friend and I'll be damned if I'm gonna just leave him there to be subject to whatever whoever's got him is doing." She said, her teeth grinded in anger and frustation overwhelmed her. *Breathe Fade, just breathe, you can make it through this* she thought.
"As a good friend should Jenny." He states. "But you shouldn't do things rashly" who was he to say such things... he had cut apart three men, and crushed two wind pipes, less than thirty feet from where they stood. And such rash actions had not helped him keep Victoria safe in the end. "caution is likely needed here... rushing head long into this might end up with you hurt beyond repair... which I" he stopped himself for a moment "no one wants."
She paused after hearing his stammer, but then continued on. "Ya, but I don't want anything to happen to Jaguar, I'm not going to sit back and just hope he's ok." She said, she was speaking rashly and wasn't thinking things through, but that was her fault. No one was going to stop her from that. Yet, they were welcome to join her.
"Alright." He stated calmly. "The promise me somethin' Jenny." He waited a moment for effect. "You'll sleep on it... and you'll get your arm treated by DocProf." He stated, loosening his hug on her finally, and moving back and holding her shoulders and almost arms length. "Then... We can set off on this mission you're running through your head... set off rested and on the mend... Okay? can you promise me those?"
Her gaze now rested on his eyes as she was about to promise that she would sleep on it. How could she sleep when he could be in danger? Never-the-less, there was nothing she could do at that current moment. So she opened her lips and said, "I promise." And with that, she promised to sleep on it, to get her arm checked out by DocProf, and she realized that he said "We", meaning that he was going to help her find him. This brought a warm sensation through her body, it wasn't enough to make her smile, but it still made her feel comforted and like she was not alone for now she wasn't, she had a new friend that was there to help her on her quest.
He nodded, listening to her make the promise, and placing his faith that she would keep her word. He patted her left shoulder and said quietly. "I think it'd be about time for you to get that rest... right after you visit DocProf... or atleast clean your arm up." He nodded once more. It was time for her to get to bed, and for him to do his self-imposed chore, he had put it off long enough... even it it were for a good cause. "It's beena long day... I hope you rest well... I'll be 'round tomorrow, promise." He offered a smile that looked a whee bit forced, as it was. Then turned to go off to his task, lest she stopped him once more.
"Thank you" She said as he walked off. Then she realized that her arm did in fact hurt, but she didn't really wish to go to DocProf, she had never been to an infirmary unless she'd walk in on accident, so she slowly made her way to one of the bathrooms. She turned the water on warm and grabbed a towel to help her gently wash off all of the blood. It was deep, but not too deep. She probably needed stitches, but she did not want any and as she took off her Guns 'n' Roses shirt to cover up the wound, but Raphael's voice rang in her ears and her promise to see Doc Prof. So she put back on her blood stained shirt and made her way back down to the infirmary to see if she needed stitches.
He rounded the corner and set to his grim task. First time he had cleaned up bodies before, but... there is a first for everything. He made quick work of it, asking some of the older mutants where to obtain body-bags... and where to put them afterwards. The hardest bit though was cleaning the blood from the walls, though some how he managed to do so. Solitarily and methodically.
During the entire ordeal he beat himself up for failing to protect Victoria. And other things that he considered his failings, though he came out of it with a strong resolve not to allow such things to befall those he called 'friends' again.
He found himself in his room, but only for a moment, long enough to get a change of clothes. And after a brisk shower in the boy's domitory shower-room, and a quick inspection of the pinkish scar tissue that was the bullet wound he had received, he dressed, threw away his bloody soaked clothing, and returned to the infirmary. He hoped he had not missed being there when Victoria woke.
