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.
Andrea blinked and shifted from foot to foot. Once again she was standing outside on the sidewalk, staring up at the building her upcoming appointment resided in. She was early, by about five minutes or so. She was also pretty nervous... more so because this time she was without the familiar comfort her coat provided, than anything else... Something about having arms and legs exposed in just a t-shirt and shorts left her feeling more than a little anxious... but she had done it on purpose this time, in hopes of forcing herself to be a little more open and less guarded while out an about other people.
Of course, she had sort of cheated by wearing her scarf. She refused to acknowledge that fact however... Her fingers found their way to her neck, where she adjusted the red and black fabric she had been given as a gift. It was comforting to wear it while trying something new for the first time. Juka had done well to take her to that clothing store... She was suddenly reminded that she still needed to repay him for the kindness he had shown her...
She snorted, this was ridiculous.. standing out on the sidewalk talking to herself. She dropped her hand from her scarf to the dish she had brought with her as a sort of thank you for the time he had allotted her, and ushered herself up and into the building. She paused by the door briefly before stepping in fully and shutting the door quietly behind herself. She waved at Ellie, and before she had the chance to ask if she should go inside, she was waved in again with a smile. "Thank you!" Andrea returned the smile and deposited a baggy of cookies on the secretary's desk, before turning to make her way to the room.
On top of all the things she deemed wrong with herself, she felt that knocking complete klutz off the top of the list was a good first step... right up there with walking out in public without a coat of any sort. So she would keep her wits about her this time, to avoid running into anyone- lest another Molly incident occur. "Hello?" She questioned, peeking around the corner of the doorway cautiously. "Mr. Antonescu?"
Hunter was sitting in the middle of the meditation room legs crossed and ands palm up on his knees with his eyes closed. He often took a moment to clear his mind before he started a session. Andrea, the Gorgon who he met on Monday, was coming here to work on her own self-confidence. Hunter had been thinking of a few things that could help Andrea.
But first of all he just wanted to talk to her and get a sense of how she felt about herself and why she had no confidence. When she opened the door the silence was broken by the gentle background noise followed by her inquiry. “Please,” he said opening his eyes and smiling at Andrea, “Call me Hunter.” She was wearing more revealing clothes today he noticed. Showing more of her uniquely coloured skin.
“Come and sit down,” he suggested motioning for her to come and sit in front of him. “First of all I want to ask you why you have come here. Don’t tell me the answer you think I want to hear, instead just tell me the first reason that comes to mind.”
Andrea followed his directions and sat before him, about an arms length away or so. Having tucked her feet under her, she set the snacks she had brought at her side and folded her hands in her lap while she contemplated what he had said. Why was she here? She thought back to things that had occurred in her life, all of the other questions that went without answers. Why had she been the only mutant in her family? Why had they been so ashamed of her? She frowned slightly, focusing her gaze on her knees. Why had she proven to be nothing but useless since she had left Rhodes?
"I need help..." She stated quietly. Whether it was the answer he wanted to hear or not, she didn't know. She decided to elaborate a little, "I want to be stronger, so I can take care of myself, and stop having to push my problems off onto everyone else..." She thought back to the first few days she had been in new york, when a giant creature had appeared in the park. She had been useless then... Better off staying home seeing as she hadn't been able to help with the problem at all. She also thought back to the boy she had failed to save from Aura. Cameron...
Wincing slightly, she tried to bury the images again. Scenes from that day that played over and over when she thought about it. "I am not properly equipped you see, for life here... It is-" She forced a small smile, ignoring the fact that her voice carried her uncertainty, and searched for the proper word. "- It is much more...Turbulent, than I had expected." What was it that she had heard, a saying... The grass is always greener... She had admitted to herself the first few nights after stepping foot in the city, that she had been mistaken to believe that everything would change for the better once she was in New York.
Hunter listened as Andrea told him why she was here. The story was similar to Shana’s in that she’d come to New York and had hoped that everything would get better. Instead she had just discovered it was just a case of same s**t, different day. “The problem is not that you aren’t properly equipped for life here,” he explained with a smile, “But that you believe that you aren’t equipped for life here.”
“I’m going to help you realise that you are more than capable of dealing with things yourself. But first there’s an exercise I want you to do so I know where to begin,” he explained. He’d done the cube test with Shana and it had revealed pretty much all he had needed to know without having to coax it out with hours of questioning.
“I want you to close your eyes,” he instructed, “Now imagine you are in a vast white room. It is big, open and empty with nothing in it. What I want you to put in this room is a cube. Tell me where it is, how big it is, what colour is it, is it see through?”
(OOC: This is a real psychological test so just get into character for Andrea and answer as her )
The Greek nodded slowly, though she felt the urge to argue. She felt handicapped when it came to the skills she would need to survive without others constantly being near... and inwardly held resentment at her parents for being the cause of it all. But now was not the time to argue, and she would be damned if she was going to open her mouth and try and explain- It always ended up feeling like a complaint anyway... Instead, she nodded again and let her eyes slip closed, listening to his instructions the best she could while trying to form the pictures in her mind.
Her nose wrinkled, and she saw a white room. Very large... very empty. Then she imagined a cube. It popped up in the middle of the room, maybe a little off to the side. Her brow furrowed as she tried to place a color on it; the cube shifted quickly through a rainbow of colors before sinking into one... Deep blue. "My cube is in the middle of the room... sort of...." She was uncertain as to how to properly explain it, and hoped she was doing it right. " and it is blue, like the ocean..." She explained, matching the color up to deep water. "...It is solid."
Hunter listened as Andrea described her cube. She wasn’t as easy to read as Shana had been so he wasn’t guessing her answers. “How big is the cube?” he asked. The colour made him think for a little while before he settled on its meaning.
“Now I want you to add flowers to the room. Tell me where they are and how many there are,” he instructed. This test still surprised him with its accuracy and he was glad he learned it as it helped him get a sense of people quickly and in a way that was normally interesting for them as well. He’d been spot on with Shana and wondered how he’d be with Andrea.
How big it was.. Ah, she had forgotten. Dipping her chin in an embarrassed manner, she added. "...It is... about the size of a beach ball." She imagined wrapping her arms around it to judge its size and smiled faintly. She would have to get Saph to take her to the beach again soon, before she started missing it again. Hunter asked her to add flowers, and immediately large red blooms sprouted up around the perimeter of the room, as if they were bunched together in planters. She could almost smell them, they looked so real in her mind...
"I see poppies... Lots and lots of big red ones. All gathered around the edges of the room. Like a frame." They were the same kind of poppies her mother had planted every summer, right along side her iris and lavender plants. Andrea had been particularly happy that the window box garden had been below her upstairs window. She got to watch the bees and butterflies visit every summer and her room had always smelled very sweet.
Hunter couldn’t help but smile at her embarrassment. It wasn’t mocking but a sympathetic reassurance that it was fine. “Good, very good,” he praised, “Now I want you to add a ladder. Tell me where the ladder is, what type of ladder it is and how big it is.”
He was well aware as he gave Andrea the instructions that what he was asking would seem random and irrelevant. However it was actually a very useful tool. As there was only a subconscious link between the objects and what they represented it meant that you often got more honest answers than just from questions as the person didn’t even know what they were being asked.
A ladder.... Her nose wrinkled again and she brought to life a ladder in her big, white room. When it appeared, she was rather disappointed though. The ladder was small, as if made for a child.... Made of knotted wood, its didn't look very sturdy. Andrea doubted she would ever willingly use such a ladder in real life, least she fall and break her neck.
It was placed next to the cube, standing without anything there to seemingly support it. Strange to her, but then again the room was also over taken by giant poppies and a single lonely looking cube. "There is a ladder next to the cube... It is rather small though. Like a miniature. Its wooden... and knotted."
She wanted desperately to open her eyes and gauge his reaction, but also didn't want to cut short what he was trying to do. Did imagining all of these things pinpoint what was wrong with her?... Perhaps she was crazy, and had never realized. Her mind paused for a moment, contemplating what had just been thought. Crazy was a little extreme, to be fair to herself....
That wasn’t too unsurprising. People who visualised large and sturdy ladders reaching upwards weren’t people who would come for sessions like this. It was still fascinating how despite the conscious disconnect between the objects and what they were to represent it was surprisingly accurate.
“Very good,” he praised, “Now you need to add a horse to the room. I want you to tell me where in the room it is. Also what it is like, is it playful or standoffish, angry or calm?” The exercise was almost complete. After the horse there was only one more thing to add and then Hunter could explain what this was all for.
She smiled faintly, and thought up a horse. A white stallion (totally not something she had gotten stuck in her head from too many romance novels...) appeared in one of the corners. "I see a white horse.... with a dark mane." Her smile widened, as she was suddenly distracted by thoughts of actually going on a horse ride- which would be another first for her... She shook herself of the thought and returned to concentrating on the horse.
"... It is in one of the corners, and seems to be rather calm..." She paused, watching as the animal turned its head and bent to start nibbling at the poppies. Her smile dropped into a frown, and she adopted an expression very much akin to one her mother had worn on many occasions. "...The horse is eating my flowers."
White stallion, not an uncommon choice. Eating her flowers was interesting though, especially the expression that went along with it. One more piece to the puzzle and Hunter could reveal what this room of random items was really for.
“Finally I want you to add storm clouds,” he said, “Where in the room are they and how much of the room do they cover?” This would be very interesting and would probably be of a big help. He wasn’t sure where she’d place the storm but had a feeling it would be surprisingly insightful. After all the horse had more layers to it than it first appeared.
"Storm clouds?" She questioned, resisting the urge to crack an eye open and blink at him. With an inward shrug, the gorgon concentrated... A small patch of white clouds appeared in the room above the cube. They darkened and slowly started to spread outwards until they engulfed the entire roof of her white room.
She imagined being inside that room, standing beside the cube to catch the rain in her palms and was reminded of the years she had spent at home, watching coastal storms from behind the shield of her window. Thunder crackled softly, there... but not really there, and the clouds let loose a torrent of rain.
"I see clouds..." She muttered, and her features relaxed enough to seem rather expressionless, as if she were sleeping while sitting up. "They started in the middle... but now cover the whole ceiling. It is raining..." She exhaled slowly, and reached up to toss a braid over her shoulder, before awaiting further instruction.
And there it was. Andrea had placed everything in the room. He was going to start explaining and analysing everything when something stopped him. There was something about the storm, something more that Andrea had felt but not said.
“How does the storm make you feel?” Hunter asked. It wasn’t the ominous doom that Shana’s had been. There was something different about Andrea’s storm but he didn’t know what. Whatever it was it was important and he needed to know before he could properly analyse.
Andreas eyes slipped open, and focused on her knees again. How did the storm make her feel? ...blank... The room and all of its combined items faded to the back of her mind, and yet... the feeling stayed. "It makes me feel..." She could see her mother and father, her cat... her room. She could see the view from her window, and taste all of the sandwiches she had eaten on late afternoons while her parents were at work. "...like I am home." She stated slowly, shutting her eyes again as she flashed back to the last home cooked dinner she had eaten.
It had always been so quiet... A silence only broken by the occasional comment about someones day, or the polite request for something to be passed over. Andrea studied her gloved hands, her expression not budging an inch until she raised her chin finally and placed a small smile on her lips. "I brought cookies you know, as a thank you." Picking up the small container covered in plastic wrap, she held them out for him to take. "They are Butter cookies, a Greek recipe." She doubted her attempt to change the subject would work, and felt more than a little silly as the exercise he had put her through had most likely been geared towards bringing up personal issues... but it was almost a habit now... as a certain scruffy man probably knew quite well.