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.
"Maybe i am wrong, but this is my path and the way to save our people" She said back to him. She did believe it to be the right path, though their was a chance she might be wrong. "The appearance of Mutants itself ensures that Humans are to be eradicated like a plague" she said showing her love of Humans. She was enjoying the fight, Juka though obviously lacking in skill had found a way to harm her even with her Aura. he was smart, it was just to bad he seemed slated to play the hero, the order could have used a smart person like him. Given some proper combat training their next fight could be quite invigorated,
Aura smiled as her blade struck home, she shifted it aside trying her best to avoid any major organs, though she could not be sure she had missed. Killing Juka would be simple murder and Aura did not want that on her hands, unless she was ordered to of course. His screams sang a song of vistory to Aura, and she was relieved he was atleast able to keep his Bubble up, it meant at least she assumed that he still had some strength in him, though from the looks of it, the fight was over. "You did well for your first dance, had i been serious i would have aimed to killed you" she said not quite sure she had not mortally wounded him. Their was no blood though from what she could see.
Aura shrugged looking up at Juka, concerned she climbed up a fire escape trying to get closer to see if he really needed her help or if he could. "Do you need help my friend, their is no need for you to die here if you can be saved" she asked concerned about his wound. he may have been a fool but he was a fellow mutant, pulling out her cellphone she hesitated to call the mansion, their general number had been lifted from a pamphlet at one point or another. nearing a level plane with juka stop to try and get a better look. She could already see blue and red light comming down the street and so she made her way onto the roof, unsure of what would happon next. Hopefully the mansion and their new police freinds would help Juka.
Juka couldn't think straight. The pain was everything, encompassing his entire being. He could barely remember a time when his body hadn't been scoured by it, could harldly remember a time when he had been whole and well, though he knew that the pain had only just begun. How could he still be alive and how could one remain conscious through so much agony? And the small portion of his mind that was not entrapped by the piercing fire radiating from his chest knew only despair and betrayal. Aura was his friend, or so he had thought, and yet she had tried to kill him; may very well have succeeded in killing him. How could she do such a thing? How could he trust anyone again?
"Why?" Juka finally managed to ask her. He wasn't sure that she would even understand the question, wasn't sure of much at the moment except that he might rather die than be forced to endure this never ending torment of the flesh. He had always thought the best of people, mutants and humans alike, never thought them actually capable of such evil and such calousness. And yet, was not Aura a product of her history? Had she not faced evil in her life and then become tainted by that evil? Perhaps the world was evil and callous and horrible and he just hadn't seen it before. Perhaps she was right in her views and he was just a niave and gullable boy.
Juka's head spun and reality took on a distant and hazy appearance. He was no longer certain which way was which and whether or not he was even still floating at a safe distance from his enemy, though somehow he could still feel his bubble. "Yes, a hospital," Juka responded distantly. "I think I need a hospital." He balanced on the brink of unconsciousness and yet couldn't seem to actually all across that brink. And he so dearly wanted oblivian and an escape from the horrible unbearable pain.
"It was fun and you wanted to lock me up, back in a cage! I should have aimed for your heart Still you are a mutant, a moron on how this world really runs, but you are a mutant" she said with a sigh. Aura was pretty sure she had missed anything vitel but she could not know how deep the blade went in. Unable to get a clear enough look, Aura made her way back down to the street level and she picked up one the dead humans cellphones then opened hers as well, she certainly was not going to use her own to make this call.
"Hello human scum, i just killed two humans and im pretty sure this mutant guy is on his way, so you might want to send a cleanup crew" she said into the cellphone, and quickly gave the street address. Aura did not wait for the woman to respond, instead she formed a blade and cut the phone in half, dropping into onto the ground. "Help should be here soon, let this is be a lesson to you, the pain you feel now is what hundreds of mutant children feel every day, ans a faction of what they took from me" she said walking deeper into the alley looking back at Juka one last time. "Live, Juka" she said before moving out of sight.
Aura could hear the sirens behnd her as the cop that had just passed the alley was likely back. She did not like the idea of leaving juka, but she could not carrey him, and it was much to late now that she had made that phone call. It was always sad when fellow mutants betryaed their own kind, worse still when that person had no ide aof the situation. With any luck he would live and learn from his mistake in protecting the Humans. Pushing Juka's condition aside Aura selcted a few back alleys she knew well heading back home. Aura had to admit the fight had put her ina good mood, which botherd her, after all she had nearly killed a mutant without orders. It had to happon every now and then it had with water bag, the stickman and frog legs to, and now poor bubbles had tried his luck. She knew why she felt better then, as she realized it was simply becuse she ahd won.
Juka heard everything that Aura said to him and everything that she said over the phone but it was in a distant hazy sort of way, as if he were floating not only in a bubble but also in a distant fog. He didn't understand how she could be so callous and so murderous and yet implore him to live. He didn't understand how she it was possible for her to hate him so much that she had tried to kill him and yet she was calling for help so that he might continue to exist. There were so many things he didn't understand anymore, so many things that he had always taken for granted that simply weren't true any longer. His life had changed. He was no longer the innocent child he had always been; his haze of pain and the unique state of barely being conscious lent him that weird sort of clarity that one could never achieve while in their normal state of mind. And he had been a great naive child, spoiled and self righteos with a sense of entitlement and a far too trusting and gullible mind. Well, no longer. He would never again trust, never again feel joy in the world because he knew now that it wasn't the happy shining place he had always believed it to be, but rather a place filled with pain and suffering and betrayal. It was a place of darkness and horror, so much horror that he could not even begin to imagine the depths that it must surely go.
Abruptly Juka came back to himself to find Aura gone and he floating a mere foot above the ground. There were paramedics around and they were talking to him, trying to get inside his bubble. No, that wasn't quite right, they were able to get into his bubble but they couldn't work their instruments with it obscuring them. What were they saying? They wanted him to remove it? But no, he knew that if he lowered his bubble he would start bleeding and if he started bleeding he would die. He wasn't sure how he knew this, perhaps it was just another affect of his mind floating between the world of dreams and oblivion and the torturous world of reality. Juka shook his head at the paramedic. "Can't," he stated softly. Why couldn't he just fall into unconsciousness and end his torment? Didn't people as injured as he usual slip from consciousness? Then it occurred to him, a moment of great epiphany: if his bubble was stopping him from bleeding perhaps it was also keeping him consious. Well, that was easy to fix now wasn't it? He tried to dismiss his bubble, which should have been no more than a simple thought, but it wouldn't obey his command. Why woudlnt' it obey his command? It had never betrayed him before.
Once again Juka's mind was forced back to the reality of the world around him. One of the paramedics was now on the phone. He only caught a few words, something about The Mansion and mutants and bubble. Then, unable to resist, Juka, still floating in his bubble, was pushed into the ambulance and strapped down, as best as he could be with the bubble still being in the way. Then they were moving and, and indeterminate amount of time later, they stopped. The paramedics did not unstrap Juka, perhaps knowing that he would just bob up and not remain on the gourney, instead simply unloading him from the ambulance. Juka didn't catch much except for a glimpse of The Mansion before being wheeled inside.
