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.
Carrick blinked at the woman and smiled, she sure was nice, offering to pay for his ride back to the mansion, he hadn’t met a lot of nice people like her yet in NYC, most of the people were to busy stopping and starting at him uttering curses or prayer in his wake. She on the other hand, she was different. As Noel rushed Carrick into the cap he frowned and crawled in his tail next and his wings sooner yet. He never did like his wings when it came to car rides, it made sitting like this difficult.
His wings extended quickly after he shut the door behind him. One hit the inside of the door closest to him as the other nudged Noel in the shoulder. ”Sorry” Carrick said quickly as he reached out and grabbed the wing that nudged Noel and then pulled it close to his body. Eventually the muscles in the wings started to relax to the point where he didn’t have to hold them with them shooting back out in some sort of defense against enclosed spaces.
”I’m reluctantly a student there, if I knew you had to actually go to school to live there I would have stayed at the circus.” Carrick said pouting slightly as he thought of the idea of school and worst yet homework. ”School is boring anyways lots of other stuff I could be doing.” he paused and looked up to Noel as his tail twitched to the side under his but, ”What do you do? Doubt you're a student.”
He was a small kid, yeah, but he had so many... extras. A little whap here, a tickle there--Noel scratched at her itching bandages. This was going to be a loooong car ride.
"I work for Uncle Sam." Well, she had a badge anyway. She knew that she worked for the government and that involved bagging and tagging mutants. The exact specifics were often lost on her. It was possible that she knew those specifics sometimes, but not now.
"What did you do at the circus?" Was this boy another orphan/runaway/thief child? At least he was at the Mansion where they seemed to wrangle their young properly --She shot him a look for another wing nudge-- usually.
As the car rolled, Noel used her meager space (Carrick seemed to take up at least 3/4 of the back seat) to rub her hands together. Stupid winter. Stupid, slushy cold.
The Cab was far too small for comfort between accidentally nudging Miss Noel and pinning himself against the door Carrick continuously shifted uncomfortably in the seat. Looking out the window trying to ease his claustrophobia Carrick started to breath a little heavier than usual, ”One of those I’d kill ya if I told ya, jobs?” he asked curiously trying his best not to be too nosey, but somehow failing miserably.
”I was actually the main attraction!” he said happily turning to a subject that he enjoyed. ”I was the “Fallen” and also the Mythical Gryphon.” he smiled and then pointed to his wings, ”I can do a lot more than fly around and swish my tail about, they weren’t too happy when I told them I was staying at the mansion, Ma and Da approve however, why the sent me in America in the first place.” he smiled, and then continued, ”Nether were happy when I ditched the boarding school they sent me to to join the circus but,” he shrugged his wings hitting Noel, ”The Circus was so much fun!”
”You should wear gloves…” Carrick said simply as he eyed Noel rubbing her hands together. His hands were contently placed under his flannel, one of god’s greatest gifts, it was appropriate for all seasons. ”Thanks for the ride though… if it was lighter or I knew the city better I could have got home on my own…” he turned his head and looked out the window as his tail managed to escape from under himself and start brush up and down the seat, brushing across Noel’s leg in the process.
"Yes." Though it wasn't really. The one word cost her in flavor, but was so worth it. The kid went on to a far easier topic to talk about: him working for a circus.
Aaand it sounded like the kid had enjoyed it so hopefully it wasn't a situation where he'd been exploited or something. Seemed 1 out of every 10 mutant kids got the grand idea in their heads to go join a circus. It didn't usually work out so great now that people knew that the unusual was becoming more and more normal.
Noel got bumped with a wing and she fended it off with a not entirely polite whomp. And the tail feeling it's way up her thigh? "How old are you?" She brushed it away. And then brushed it away HARDER when it slithered back over the roundness of her leg.
And then the cab was slowing. Noel shoved a wing aside to make sure it wasn't just traffic. No there were gates ahead.
"Uh. Yeah. Couldn't just leave you out in the cold now could I?" Dang. Why hadn't she thought to grab her coat? "You take care now. Tell your teachers to keep a tighter leash on you or send you out with a flying buddy."
Carrick smirked as he looked out the window when she said she couldn’t tell him what she did for a living. That was cool first few days in New York City and he already met a secret agent. Not a lot of people could say the met someone like that not to mention getting a free taxi ride in the process. His attention turned to her when she brushed Carrick’s wandering tail off her leg, ”Fourteen, but I’ll be fifteen on Christmas.” he smiled slightly and took control of his tail and grabbed a hold of it before placing it under his own leg. ”Sorry again, not really built for cars, a little out of my comfort zone.”
His wing being forced down he cringed slightly and looked to Noel moving his wing to look ahead to see why they were slowing, lowering his wing more and pulling it closer to his body so he didn’t invade Noel’s space any more than he already was doing. Looking out ahead of them he smiled to see the headlights on the large mansion gates, which meant he was now back to the place he was attempting to call home.
As the cab slowed to a stop Carrick grinned slightly and looked back to Noel who was lecturing him on getting the teachers to get a tighter leash on him. He laughed and shook his head, ”They can try, I’m not one to stick around any where for long… sides I got to ride in my first cab today… not the best ride ever but,” Carrick shrugged slightly and then opened the car door, ”I’m grateful, hopefully I’ll see you again sometime soon!” he flashed her a grin before opening the door and stepping out.
”Thank you for the ride Miss Noel, Bye!” Carrick closed the door behind him and then waved before turning around and heading to the gates only to stretch his wings out and flap them a few times till he was airborne. Making sure his delicate wings didn’t crap up in the ride Carrick flew over the main gates and towards the main door, glad he met someone new today.