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.
Site adaptation by Sen, Lix, and Tempest. <3
Whacking at Things Makes Everything Better (Hunte)
Man, again? Kai didn’t know how much more his arms could take. I guess we’ll find out… He picked up the pace, his arms groaning at the first swing, but then, as he worked through the initial burn he found that it was actually getting a little easier. As the tempo of his strikes increased, keeping the accuracy he was starting to achieve at the slower pace became more difficult. His mind wanted to wander after such an intense time of thinking.
He completed the last strike with more excitement and force the all the others, finally hearing the same whack that Hunter had achieved when he’d hit the dummy. Panting, he turned to his teacher once again. “How was that?”
The boy was a quick study. He wasn’t over eager and losing accuracy to gain power. Kai’s expressions and movements back to the start after each technique betrayed the ache in his muscles but he was working through the pain. This was good, he wasn’t giving up just because it was starting to hurt a little bit.
“Good,” Hunter praised, “You’re starting to get it. Now ten more. Keep uping the pace but don’t compromise your accuracy and technique.” Hunter kept his face neutral as he asked for another ten. He was intrigued as to how far the boy could be pushed. What would they reach first, his mental or physical limit?
Kai sighed, but resigned himself to another ten strikes and picked up the pace yet again. Maybe if he got these ones perfect he could stop? The praise from Hunter also went a long way towards encouraging him to keep going.
Strike! Ow. Strike!Strike!Strike!
Kai was starting to make mistakes. His hands slipped along the staff, trying to regain the proper hold and keep up the right technique along with the rhythm. His feet shifted and he moved them back in time for the next strike. Sweat poured into his eyes. He was lucky just to finish those ten. He let his staff drop down to his side, limp in his hands. He was exhausted after the mock fight and now the grueling drills.
He glanced up at Hunter, “Let me guess, another ten?” He would do it if asked, but it might kill him.
And so Hunter had his answer. Body first. The boy was exhausted with sweat pouring off him and his limbs beginning to tremble but still prepared to try again. “That’s alright,” Hunter told Kai with a smile as he passed him a water bottle, “Just take a seat. We’ll have a break.” The boy had sparred with Hunter in which he’d gone flat out at him for almost a minute than started drills straight after. His fitness wasn’t bad. Not as good as Hunter’s but the immortal was fairly sure that he was still slightly beyond the human maximum in most areas.
“So you got somewhere at yours where you could set up something similar to this?” Hunter asked the boy, “Because if so I want you to do at least three sets of ten a day. They don’t have to be all at once but try not to slack off. You’ll soon start to build the muscle memory.”
He was soooo happy to have both rest and some water, he almost wanted to give Hunter a hug. But that would have required lifting his arms. An impossible feat at the moment, as they were shaking and could barely hold up the staff still dangling from his right hand.
“I think I could clear out some space, yeah.” He actually had a whole room at the moment that could be cleared out and made into a martial arts studio practice room. Putting Cam’s things away might tug at his heart strings, but if he had a reason to do it, it might actually get done.
“Do I just practice this one attack for now? Or do we go through all six? And when should I come back? In a week? Or two?” Kai was certain that he could improve on his own for a while, but he wasn’t sure how long he should wait between lessons. How much time was needed to see improvement v. how much time was too much, that if he made mistakes they would be developed into bad habits?
“We’ll stick to the temple strike four now,” Hunter told Kai, “But we will move on to the others soon enough. If possible I’ll see if Ellie can arrange for a weekly session so I can check on your progress and move things along at the right pace.” He could almost see Kai bursting with questions. Hopefully this would soon teach him the value of not over thinking a fight.
“Next broomstick battle you get into you’ll probably knock the other guy for a loop,” Hunter assured him with a smile. Kai’s basic knowledge was a good base for Hunter to build on. He felt confident that the boy would become a very competent staff fighter.
“Thanks, Hunter!” Kai positively beamed. Or maybe it was just because he was over tired. He was genuinely happy that Hunter thought he had some potential. But now all he really wanted to do was go take a shower to sooth his aching muscles.
He drew himself up to his feet, slowly. “I’d shake your hand and thank you for the lesson, but I don’t think I’m physically capable right now,” he poked fun at his state of exhaustion, then nodded and walked out of the studio. He settled things with Ellie and made it outside before visions of pillows danced in his head.
Hunter couldn’t resist gently clapping Kai on the back as he made his way unsteadily to his feet. The boy had worked hard and was most likely now going to go home to a well earned rest. Hunter watched as Kai made a appointment with Ellie for next week and then dragged himself home.
While Kai might have been tired Hunter had barely broken a sweat. He’d used a lot less effort in the sparring and hadn’t done any drills. So he picked up his staff and stood opposite the dummy. Taking a deep breath he started running through all six moves he would teach Kai one after the other. He’d be at this for at least half an hour and would try and push himself to go an hour. After that a shower and a relaxing meditation to unwind.