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.
The mansion lawn bustled with activity. People from all over New York City had seen the fliers stapled to telephone polls in the park and people from all New York City's mutant factions had found similar fliers taped ceremoniously to their refrigerators. Some arrived as curious spectators, while others, in more flamboyant outfits, were clearly participants. The mansion lawn was a rainbow sea of flowery kimonos, short skirts and tall socks, dyed (and natural) brightly colored hair, brilliant scarves, backwards facing baseball caps, and, here and there, a bug catchers net floating through it all.
At the mansion gates (and hidden at intervals around the mansion walls) were official looking security guards, complete with intimidating spy sunglasses. A tall black man with bleached blond hair carried an official clipboard, which, in addition to the sunglasses, marked him as the Head of Tournament Security. Those that were daring enough to approach him (or unfortunate enough to be approached by him) would note that his official badge confirmed this in a font much too small to be read at a safe distance.
Just inside the gates, a very professional nine fingered secretary sat at a red checkered picnic table. With utmost efficiency, she checked in participants, gave them each a trainer's registration card, a map of the grounds and arenas, and a schedule of the days' events and matches. The wait in line at her table did not take long, and no matter how many people poured through the front gates none passed her without receiving a schedule.
To one side of the registration table, just past the Pokémon Center where two healers were at the ready to attend to any injuries, a large stage was set up. The stage would have looke dstartlingly similar to the one that Corrosive Revolution had played on in the same spot approximately a year prior, but it was well disguised under bright decorations revolving around the different pokémon elemental types. The plants were real, carted out from their habitual abodes on the mansion windowsills. The flames that danced around the edges of the platform, though, were only tissue paper.
At promptly 12:15 a little blonde fourteen year old, wearing a black zip up tank top, a pleated grey skirt, and thigh high red and white socks took the stage. She adjusted the microphone to make it short enough, then adjusted the aviator goggles atop her head. She frowned at an ice cream truck that she didn't remember ordering, but straightening her red ninja scarf, put it out of her mind; there had been so many details to organize that she very well could have ordered ice cream and forgotten about it. Moving on, there were welcome speeches to be spoken.
“Welcome ladies and gentlemen of New York to the Ultimate Pokémon Tournament. Today we celebrate what mutants can do when come together to use their powers creatively in the spirit of friendly competition. Thank you everyone for coming! Good luck and remember to have fun. Let the games begin!”
The little blonde stepped back from the microphone and looked up expectantly at the sky for the special effects someone had promised her.
In the interest of keeping things moving, combatants that haven't posted within three days of the last post will be considered unable to continue the battle, and therefore forfeit the match.
Each match will be overseen by an official judge who will determine when a pokémon is unable to continue participating in a battle, therefore ending the match. The official judges are: Melissa Rivers, DocProfessor Oak, Percy Ferretly, and Frank Newton.
Anyone can participate in any of the threads having to do with the tournament as spectators (or kidnappers, thieves, and other do-no-gooders, too). Anyone participating in the actual battles do not have to wait for spectators in the turn order of their threads. You may also start your own threads that take place at the same time as the tournament.
Any injuries will be healed by one of our two healers at the Pokémon Center; Sebastian or Slate.
