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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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 was storming outside today, which had ended up being just perfect for what she needed. Andrea had plans, big plans in her opinion. Staring down at the small bird before her, her frown deepened. This was sure to be a disaster... but she had to try. Testing the waters of her powers was the only thing she could do if she was a way for her to get control over herself... And she would find it, through practice.
“Sorry I have to do this to you little guy,” She kept her voice low, cautious of alerting others to what she was up to. It was sure to look weird to outside eyes. “ but this is truly the only way.”
Well, actually... that was a lie. This wasn’t the only way. She had tried the other way, and had found that one couldn’t get much progress when one kept knocking one’s self out every thirty minutes. Plus, the alternate way has caused her eyes to dry out, her muscles to cramp, and the last time she had awoken she had been ravenously hungry.
Sadly, the little bird would have to ‘nap’ a little for her to begin to understand her own powers and she was more than willing to sacrifice it. Crossing her legs under her, she settled the small bird cage- with its fluttering occupant- before her. Her eyes drifted to the ceiling as she removed her glasses. Some precautions had been set in place for this.. training session... As she had locked the door to prevent anyone from wandering in without informing her first and removed all of the mirrors from the immediate vicinity....
She had locked the door, right? Yes. Yes she remembered quite clearly locking that door. No time for paranoia... Deep breaths; calm down. Inhale... Exhale.... Inside she quieted. Her eyes rose to the ceiling again, watching. Staring. She needed to concentrate.
Her first glance down at the bird proved to be a complete failure. As soon as its dark little bird eyes caught sight of hers, it froze- wings out stretched but stiff and unmoving, and she had noticed nothing. Not one thing had stood out. A sigh escaped her and she sat and waited for twenty minutes until the bird awoke. It became alert and confused instantly, and began again to beat its wings against the bars of its cage. Her eyes were on the ceiling already by that time, burning holes while she concentrated.
She needed to figure out what it was about her eyes that caused people to lapse into such a state. Her small pinch of logic told her that there must be something she could do to alter it in some way.... turn it off maybe? Well... so to speak anyway. She clung to that hope desperately, for without it she was doomed to a life with thick glasses and much avoiding of being tripped... After a few minutes she had relaxed enough to try again.
She glanced down; the bird froze upon eye contact just like before. Another failure. Five minutes later, she tried again, and failed and failed again the next time.... and the time after that as well. Each try failed instantaneously, and she had been going at it for a good hour and a half now... With nothing to show for her efforts. Groaning from the ache in her back, she glanced down at the chirping bird before her quickly, uncaring if it looked at her this time or not. Nothing was going to show itself, she would never find a remedy for her power. It was utterly hopeless.
The bird tilted its head at her as she shifted, its eyes drawn to the only bright color on her; her eyes, and it froze yet again. Stupid bird. It would be blacked out for quite some time, blind to the world around it even though its eyes looked wide and alert... Andrea had little time to think on this however, for she had just stumbled across something; She paused. Something big had just happened, possibly. Rubbing her tired eyes with a thumb and two fingers, she recapped inwardly on what had just happened. Had she felt something? Had she truly just felt something on the inside shift- even just the tiniest bit? Maybe her eyes were twitching because of being tired... over possible over use. Either way, she had never felt that before...
Blinking a few times, she threw her legs over the side of the bed and stood. Pacing about the room would help her think; help her figure out what had just happened. Okay, first thing: She looked at the bird. Second: The bird had looked back at her. Third: The bird had frozen... No, no wait. She had missed it. There was a small, nearly insignificant thing that had happened only seconds before the bird froze. She had felt something, a really faint twitch of sorts, behind her eyes. Her mind likened it to the shutters of a camera snapping shut to take a picture. A soft, uncomfortable chirping alerted her to the bird awakening.
Andrea squatted by the side of her bed, peering over the top of her comforter at the bottom of the cage. She waiting for a few minutes, letting her self calm down, before her gaze rose to meet that of the terrified birds. It froze, of course, but not before she felt that small, insignificant twitch again. She was onto something... A few hours passed by quickly, filled with stop and go staring contests between herself and her little feathered friend; And almost every single time, she noticed the twitch. Excitement burst to life in her chest and she almost felt like hugging the wee creature tweeting at her.
She had stumbled upon something! Not much, mind you, but something more than she had had previously. It was vastly exciting to the sheltered, green woman. Now that she had discovered something about herself, she needed to test the waters and find out more about this reaction. If her power was activated by something shifting into place behind her eyes, then maybe there was a way she could prevent that reaction from occurring? Bypassing the squeal she knew was coming, she dropped back into her sitting position in front of the bird cage and took a few deep breaths. Just one more time...
She felt relaxed again, all traces of jitter and twitch out of her system. Slowly, she opened her eyes, straining to see past the bird. To see the bird, but not see the bird. She felt the twitch behind her eyes, the bird cocked its head at her, locked its beady eyes with her own, and froze. Yes... she had defiantly felt it this time.
Now all she needed was to track down someone who could help her... someone who knew more about mutations than she did. First on her lest was a certain greeter she knew... But, work was for later. She was due to celebrate! First she would need to gather some friends... maybe go out to dinner, or maybe bowling? She had heard of bowling and was rather excited to see what all of the hype was about. Without a second, thought, she dabbled a handful of birdseed into her feathery companions cage, he needed to be well fed if she was to return him to the pet store in the morning, and snatched her coat off of her bed. She left the room, locked the door, and neglected to think about what her roommate would think of the lack of reflective surfaces in her room...
