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.
"Greece huh" Maya smiled. Greece was cool. It sounded cool. And at least now she knew where the accent came from. Europe was an awful long way to come for a school, but then again, Xavier's was a special place. For special people.
>>"Well, as for my mutations, I guess you could say I can knock people out with my eyes, and turn things to stone with my hands."
Maya blinked. Wow.
"Sooo... ya're like Medusa or something?" she asked curiously, then in the next moment resisted the urge to slap herself "Sorry, I didn' mean to... um. I think it's a cool power. And it's not like most people around here don't need help with their powers, me included" she added with a smile.
Turn things to stone with her hands?! That explained the gloves. Maya wondered if it was permanent. That would make things a lot more crazy...
She froze for a moment, and blinked, her food hovering scant centimeters from her teeth. Medusa... a name she was unhappily familiar with, due to her own superstitions. She slid her eyes Maya's way, and adopted a small smile.
"Well... not really like Medusa. She was a monster, with bronze claws for hands and wings. Not to mention a snake body..." She nodded, more to herself than to the mirror walker, and too a bite of her hovering food. Was she like the oh so famous Gorgon?.... No. She was not.
...Right?
"Medusa had snake hair as well. Clearly, I do not." She pointed at her wriggling hair, willing it to lay still if even just for a moment, and chewed another large bite thoughtfully. Snake hair, snake body.... things she lacked, and was quite happy to be without. It was bad enough that she had been cursed with green flesh and the inability to look at, or touch things. The last straw would be losing her legs, and the ability to wear proper pants.
The girls words made her feel a little better, just a smidge, and she smiled a little wider. While it was a double edged sword to think about how others struggled with their afflictions as well, she had to admit it didn't hurt. "You have trouble with your own mutation?" She questioned, tilting her head as she gulped down the rest of her food, and reached for yet another helping of something.
Maya nodded. Andrea was not like Medusa. Fair point, the snake hair and all. The green skin must have been enough for her. Although, Maya knew, there was more to Medusa's story than people usually knew...
>>"You have trouble with your own mutation?"
Maya smirked mysteriously.
"Sometimes..."
She decided to keep the gender shifting part for later
"... sometimes I get into trouble."
Pulling up the sleeve of her shirt, she showed Andrea the think white scars crisscrossing her shoulder and upper arm in the pattern of broken glass.
"Walking in glass has its dangers." she chuckled "So yeah, I have a lot to learn."
She turned back to the girl who was still eating. Amazing.
Her eyes widened, and her eyebrows arched. The scars were... frightening. Especially since the girl seemed so nice. She couldn't even fathom what could have happened to make the scars... though... Recalling the nice little gash she had on her own forehead, she wasn't about to go asking. She didn't want to have to explain her ice cream ventures, and she didn't want to press the girl in case her's was an equally embarrassing story.
"Ouch... it looks like it was a very painful wound..." Andrea blinked, frowning just a little, and resisted the urge to mother the girl she had just met. It was an old wound, already scarred over as she had seen, but none the less, she hated seeing people in pain- or the results of their pain.
The question her fellow midnight snacker brought up next though, caused her to choke on her current mouthful of food. She coughed, snatched up her glass of juice, and downed the whole thing in order to clear her throat. How had she ended up in New York? Immediately she thought back to her not quite legal trip across the sea, all of the dishes she made along the way, and the nice little bed she had occupied in the cook's cabin.
But.... surely that was not what the girl meant... "I... uh..." She felt her throat seize up, and fidgeted nervously in her seat. "I came here because there was not a proper form of help for someone with my issues back home." Her eyes shifted to the door, then down to her food, then back to the door. She could take it with her upstairs... before any other awkward questions popped up... or, she could shove it back into the fridge and wait until morning. "I was lucky, I guess, to have stumbled upon information about this place... and the help it offers..."
"Nah, it wasn't that bad. Scratches, really. Plus, school's got a healer." she added. Where would we be without Doc?... Not here. Very far from here, actually...
She nodded as she listened to Andrea's story; somehow she got the impression that she was not telling the entire truth. Few students ever did. Not at first anyway. Everyone had dark spots in their past.
"Well, 'tis good ya ended up here." she smiled at the girl "As far as New York goes, 'tis the safest you could be. And the more comfortable too." she grinned, sitting back in her chair and folding her arms. "And we've got plenty of food."
Maya looked around for the clock. Almost midnight. Oops. Kicking the chair out from under herself with probably more force than she needed to, the mirrorwalker stood.
"Well, I guess I'll leave you to your... um, dinner. Time to go to bed for me." she announced with an apoligetic smile "Nice meetin' you, Andrea. See you around..."
"As far as New York goes, 'tis the safest you could be. And the more comfortable too. And we've got plenty of food."
She twitched, ever so slightly. Safe was the last word she would have used to describe New York. Mutant haters, monsters, and many hazardous things and places hid around every corner. She was very sure that back home in the safety of her room, she was much safer.
"Yeah... I am glad to be here as well." Not to mention how good the food was sometimes, and how freely she was allowed to use the kitchen... She smiled, and watched curiously as the girl stood and excused herself.
"Goodnight Maya, Sleep well." She waved, stuffing her mouth with what had to a fist full of chips, and turned back to her late night dinner as the girl left. At least something good had come from it... Meeting new people, especially nice ones, was always a pleasure.