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.
"I am fine." The Russian said, nodding. She sat up on the bench and smoothed down her skirt and blouse. "You are a mutant." She raised her hand almost to a handshake. "My name is Efimia. People call me Effie."
Max looked her up and down. Long blond hair, piercing blue eyes, fantastic figure. Reaching out and shaking her hand lightly, Max said, "Ah naw ya faine, but I asked if yew were alright?" Smirking, Max ended the shake quickly. "Call me Max luv, and yes, I am a mutant. Should be sayin the same bout youse as well, aye?"
"Er...." Effie blinked at him over the handshake, then sighed, gathering all her knowledge of the English language. "Could you speak more slow, please?" she asked, turning pink in the cheeks "I... not understand English too well. Yet."
There. At least she could fish out his name. Max. Or, at least, she hoped that was his name.
"I am mutant too. My gift is to... make other gifts stronger."
She never managed to learn the proper explanation. Properly. Also.
"Um. You are wearing a skirt."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Max sighed. He understood that she wanted him to slow down, and that was fine. But...she called his kilt a skirt. A skirt. A SKIRT! Taking a few deep breaths, Max calmed down. She was only a pretty russian girl, not some snood American tourist. He forgave her. Just
"Alright Ms. Effie, I'll slow dawn me speakin." Max said at a much slower pace. He thought about what she said about her powers. "Stronger eh? Bloody hell, that explains it aye?" Max took out his rusty lighter and a pack of cigarettes. Sitting down next to Effie, he offered one to her. "Smoke?"
>>"Stronger eh? Bloody hell, that explains it aye?"
Effie nodded hesitantly. "I hope I did not, hurt you. Sometimes, when I touch someone, it... goes bad."
>>"Smoke?"
"Hell yes." Effie took the cigarette from him, and smiled, for the first time since he started punching people in the pub. She ran out of smokes a couple of days before, and didn't really miss it... but there were times when one could not pass up an offer like that. Like, for example, off the school grounds, after a bar fight.
"So. You a superhero or someting?"
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
"Superhero? Naw, not me lass. I'm just a bloke that hates seen choobs like that drunkard back there take advantage of a pretty girl lake yaself. Ain't right."
Max took a deep drag and thought about his past. He was in high school, back from his escapade in the streets. His parents had moved into an apartment complex. The walls where paper thin, so things could be heard between the apartments. Sometimes, you could hear the couple next door yell at each other. It wasn't pleasant.
One day, Max came home late from the movies to find his mother tending to his injured father. His nose was broken, and he had nasty cuts over his right hand. Apparently, the husband from next door had come home drunk, and tried to attack his wife. Max's father Gary promptly went next door and stopped him without a second's thought. Max learned that day that real men never hurt a lady as long as that lady didn't try and hurt you back. Ever.
Max smiled, and turned to Effie, "Just call me a chivalrous stubborn bastard." He looked out over the wooded area of the park. "I guess you've had experience in the past with mutants eh?"
>>"Superhero? Naw, not me lass. I'm just a bloke that hates seen choobs like that drunkard back there take advantage of a pretty girl lake yaself. Ain't right."
Pretty girl. Effie got 'pretty girl' out of the whole sentence. She was very proud of herself.
>>"Just call me a chivalrous stubborn bastard."
Now that's a friggin' mouthful. "I tink Max is fine."
>>"I guess you've had experience in the past with mutants eh?"
Effie scoffed, and took a drag from the cigarette, breathing smoke out before she answered. "I live in school full of mutants. I can't not touch anyone without making something freak to happen."
She smirked at Max.
"But it is useful, sometimes."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Effie scoffed, and took a drag from the cigarette, breathing smoke out before she answered. "I live in school full of mutants. I can't not touch anyone without making something freak to happen."
She smirked at Max.
"But it is useful, sometimes."
Max froze, his hand stopping halfway as it tried to bring the cigarette to his lips.
"WOT? Yew laive in the Mansion? Bloody hell, why didn't ya tell me? I just moved in a few daiys agah!" Max turned to her, looking her up and down again. "Yew don't plain on taking classes there do ya?"
That would be odd if I end up getting the job, Max thought to himself.
Shaking his head, he leaned back, his arm resuming its motion. Taking a drag, Max said, "I hope the blokes up at the Mansion dan't heerd 'bout this liddle in-so-dent, aye? I won't teel dem if ya don't."
>>"WOT? Yew laive in the Mansion? Bloody hell, why didn't ya tell me? I just moved in a few daiys agah!"
Effie blinked. Was he saying what she thought he was saying? Great. She gets away from the Mansion for a night, and she ends up running into one of the... ... no, Max didn't look like a student.
>>"Yew don't plain on taking classes there do ya?"
Effie scoffed, and shook her head with a smirk.
"No, I finish with school."
I'm sooo done with it.
>>"I hope the blokes up at the Mansion dan't heerd 'bout this liddle in-so-dent, aye? I won't teel dem if ya don't."
She only managed to catch the tail end of that sentence, but she could easily guess the rest.
"I don't tell. People want to protect me, they be pissed if they knew I sneak out." she chuckled, winking at him "So. You do classes?"
I'll be damned if this guy's a teacher.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!