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.
Footsteps padded across a rooftop's tarry surface. Breathing was rapid, adrenaline pushing hard, sweat affixing the mask to his face. The edge was coming closer. So close. TOO CLOSE! The man fell short, falling and catching himself on the edge of the roof, the dizzying heights between the two buildings making his stomach quiver.
--Two days earlier--
The multipierced man strung a measure of tape along Garrett's inseam. " Yeah, those Ren Faire guys can be d**** for sure. I would have just made up some story about the Marquis De Sade. They love that bit." The older man stood up and took a measurement across Garrett's chest. " Don't slouch, please." Garrett stood up straight, looking beyond the freakish tailor into the full length mirror. Even in the quasi darkness of the shop, he could see himself clearly.
It had been a long time coming. He wondered what might have happened if he had gone through with this the first time. Would it have changed anything? Time travel and alternate universes shook their respective heads, though they were grinning all the while. The other man stood back, his painted pinkie nail under his chin. " So let me get this straight. Well, ..yeah, anyway, you do want it to hang loose? You are really going to lose some sensation if I do that.' Garrett chuckled at the sentiment. " Sensation, Sir, is something I will always have at my disposal. I have to be able to fight in it."
The tattooed head turned slightly in a bird-like tilt. "Fight? Like what kind of fight?" Garrett could only shrug. " Just give me plenty of room for maneuverability.' He could see the pieces appearing over his body as he spoke to the tailor. " How's the mask coming along?"
A slow breath exhaled into the night. It had rained recently and there were puddles dotted here and there over the dark surface of the rooftop. The back light of streetlamps below gave the man something to reflect on at his feet. Looking into the natural mirror, his eyes saw what was standing above it. There was a reason he was wearing that mask. Countless reasons across the city. Countless reasons throughout time. Perhaps Garrett didn't have it in him. Good thing Seizure did. The countenance rose from the moment of quiet introspection, gazing at the gap before him with a fresh perspective. Breaths came evenly now, muscles tightened a second before the burst of motion. Feet padded across the rooftop, each one hitting the surface with a solid sureness. The edge came and it went as he flew through the air.
-----Last night----
Before tackling real opponents, ones with gifts like his own, Garrett thought it best to try regular drug dealers first. He had picked up the info from headquarters. These were third cousins, twice removed from the ones he really wanted to track. So if he failed, it would be painful, but not unforgivable. he had watched their routines, knew their patterns. He knew that they came here to this warehouse each night to distribute their toxins. Four to six gun handlers, two henchman and a well dressed man, passing out the daily rations. Just before distribution, it was collection of the last night's take. Occasionally there were brief squabbles. Then four to six became three to five. The suit was ready. So was he.
