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.
Abandoned dog food factory, South of New York City.
There were plenty of mirrors to go around.
There must have been more, back in the day, since most rooms and hallways were tiled, floor and walls alike, but the tiles were dulled and cracked now, and covered in dust. That left the mirrors, and the few reflecting surfaces that survived the past quiet years and the dirt.
Still, there were quite a few of them.
Gawain spent long hours wandering around. It would have been easier to get out of the mirror and walk straight down the hallways instead of circling till he found some place to look through. But he was not willing to give up the safety of the mirrors just yet. That would have meant being in the physical reality, and sharing that reality with a monster that lurked in the abandoned building somewhere. Gawain knew he would be there. It was the perfect hiding place.
And he found Him.
Still in the mirrors, not giving the predator a chance to catch his scent, the Trickster went to work.
There was no Big Plan. There was no Heroic Attack, or Sneaky Vengeance. No blood, no poison, no BOOM.
There was, however, a neat little series of tiny plans, like a swarm of mosquitoes. Getting under the skin of their prey, no matter how strong he was.
One. By. One.
The Trickster Way.
So next time the monster known as Bloodfang woke up, he would find the same message scribbled over all the mirrors and windows of his secret hideout; scribbled on the inside, in red paint, over and over again.
Maya was standing face to face with Bloodfang, staring him down.
Of course he didn't know that. All he saw was a mirror, and his own reflection, the black hair, the red eyes, and the wild expression.
God knows why he looks at himself like that. It creeps me the heck out.
She had been doing it for the past two-and-a-half minutes, and she was quite proud of herself. Mirroring his movements, his expression. Watching him. Observing him. For once, he was not the one doing the stalking.
The trickster's heart pumped fast with excitement. Being high on adrenaline was one of the fun parts of many pranks; this one, however, was much, much more than a prank. Bloodfang stared. Maya stared back.
More seconds ticked away in silence, when finally the monster sighed, and relaxed his stance. His reflecion didn't. Instead, it bared his fangs, in a snarl that might have been a cheeky, yet menacing grin.
Bloodfang tensed, growled, and shook his head; by the time he looked at his reflection again, he had completely missed the shadow that left the mirror just a moment ago. His reflection stared back at him, blank and normal.
Stealing, for all the right reasons. Robin Hood's got nothin' on me.
It took her several turns to pack everything out; she had to work fast, in and out of mirrors. As far as she could tell, the monster was asleep, or out somewhere; either way she did not have much time to waste.
Stealing blood. Maya's stomach turned, as she carried the jugs across mirrors, and the 'what the heck am I doing' feeling crossed her mind again. It took her all night and most of the morning to get rid of all the ugly stuff without a trace, far away from the abandoned factory.
She made sure to clear the storage room out, including first aid kits, food, and the blood. She found a dog collar that looked familiar. She took that too. It was not her place to decide what to do with it. Good thing, too; just looking at it made her feel sick.
Funny how I am not even afraid anymore. I should be. I really, really should be.
It was the first time she sneaked out of the mirrors' safety, into Bloodfang's lair. She knew she would leave a scent he coud catch; she was prepared for it. They sell all kinds of foul smelling stuff in pet stores. And drug stores. And they keep some of them in chemistry labs. One can sort through awful smells for days without finding the same one twice. If she has the stomach for it, that is. Maya didn't bother to sort through them, though. To find the worst. She just poured all of them together.
So next time when Bloodfang returned to his secret hideout, the smell would be the first one to hit him, and hit him hard. And then, there would be the fact that his supplies were gone. The only thing left was a bottle of mineral water, and a note.
NAME YOUR POISON.
Maya, once again, was very proud of herself. Even though she smelled like a skunk for two days straight.
It had been going on for a few days now. Mirror was in non-stop Trickster mode; when she was not out messing with Bloodfang, s/he was brainstorming about new and creative ways of pissing him off.
And as far as she could tell, it was going quite well. She never stuck around long enough to see how Bloodfang reacted to her pranks, for obvious reasons; but she noticed a few smashed mirrors and other pieces of furniture that spoke loudly about his mood.
Good.
And now she was at it again. It was late in the evening, with a good chance the monster would be asleep; Maya sneaked in and out of mirrors, as usual. She had narrowed down her search in the past few days, and found the room he had been sleeping in. There were no mirrors in there, but she could see through the door, when it was open.
It was now. And the room was empty.
Maya pouted, and settled down to wait, in a smaller mirror that was out of the way enough for hiding. Tonight, she had a special plan, another tiny sting to put the fear of God into the monster. It included a note, and an arrow with a silver head.
It was the first of her plans that failed.
When the door opened, and the floorboards creaked, Maya tensed up, ready to move; but those were not the only sounds she could hear. There was also growling, low and menacing... and a voice.
A girl's voice.
Maya saw a flash of her as she tore through the mirrors, as fast as she could run; she was young, about the same age as her, and fragile, with colorful marks over her skin. She was not saying anything, she was way too frightened for that; she just whimpered in fear, as she was tossed into a room.
Dammit dammit dammit
Maya felt like a teleporter for the first time in her life; jumping from mirror to mirror, making her way to the highway and using the cars' rearviews to go faster, scaring half a dozen drivers within inches of their lives. She ran record time to Sapphire's apartment, and she still felt it was NOT freakin' fast enough.
Gawain burst through the mirror of Sapphire's bedroom, tripped, and landed on the bed, gasping for air.
"Saph... we need to go, now..." he said, already sitting up "He's... got a victim."
