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.
Nathan smiled. That was a kind offer. This guy clearly knew New York better than he did, and Nathan was glad to be thrown a bone. He hadn’t been looking for one, but jumped at it hungrily. He’d be glad of the company and he could get to meet his new roomie better.
>> “Wait. You mean to tell me, you haven’t signed any school registration documents yet?”
Nathan slapped his hand to his head. He was making a hash of explaining things. As normal. Go him. “No, no I’ve signed up. I’ve registered and all that, I just haven’t got a timetable. I’m not sure what classes I’m doing, but I am a student here. Fully signed up and everything.” he smiled to waylay any suspicions of strange people sleeping in the same room as him that Lance might have had. “And I’d love it if you’d come shopping with me. I need to buy…quite a lot” Nathan realised, as he thought about how little he actually owned.
>> “No, you did not ask me if I was a mutant last night and yes, I am a mutant too. And your power has something to do with metals, I take it? You mumbled something about not touching you with it.”
Clearly his job at explaining had been as lousy as he’d thought. He continued to speak with lance while he was in the shower, calling through the door, and getting dressed at the same time. “Yeah. I’m a…I turn into any metal I touch.” he began. He thought about a demonstration, but wasn’t certain that the second floor bedroom could take the weight, so he simply waited for Lance to come out and dress before he said “C’mon, let’s go downstairs and I’ll show you. You can tell me about your power on the way”
>>> “No, no I’ve signed up. I’ve registered and all that, I just haven’t got a timetable. I’m not sure what classes I’m doing, but I am a student here. Fully signed up and everything.”
”Oh... Sorry. I thought you haven’t registered yet,” Lance apologized as Nathan explained his situation. ”Let’s check the bulletin boards later. They might have already posted schedules for the coming school term.”
Nathan continued speaking even after Lance had turned on the shower. To better understand what his roommate was saying from beyond the bathroom door, Lance did not turn the shower to full. He allowed the cold shower to wash away all the sleepiness from his body.
Lance took about half-an-hour to complete his bathroom routine. He stepped out and rummaged through his cabinet for something to wear, finally settling for a pair of faded jeans and a navy blue polo shirt. While looking for something to wear, Lance realized that he needed to stock-up on clothing, as he did not want to be wearing the same set of clothes for the entire school year. After he had dressed, Nathan invited him downstairs for a demonstration of his powers.
>>> “You can tell me about your power on the way.”
Stepping out of the room and into the corridor, pulling the door closed behind him, Lance began telling Nathan about his power. ”I can generate infrasonic waves... I’d offer to demonstrate it to you, but I don’t want to leave a crater in the mansion’s lawn.” he explained as the two of them descended the stairs to the ground floor.
>> “Let’s check the bulletin boards later. They might have already posted schedules for the coming school term.”
Nathan nodded. This was a good plan, and something he could have, wait, should have…okay fine would never have thought of on his lonesome. At least one of them could keep a level head and work things through. Good to know. He didn’t intend to be sleeping at the Mansion all that often, but it was useful to know that he had a younger roommate that he could get on with, if nothing else. That meant that it would not be an unwelcoming place to live. That was hugely important. “Good plan” agreed Nathan heading downstairs with his new Roommate, listening to him talking openly about his power.
>> “I can generate infrasonic waves... I’d offer to demonstrate it to you, but I don’t want to leave a crater in the mansion’s lawn.”
Nathan laughed. Infrasonic waves? That sounded pretty sci-fi. He wasn’t sure exactly how sound waves worked, science not being a specialty of his. Apparently these could leave craters, which sounded pretty dangerous. Nathan was reminded again just how dangerous mutants were. Or had the potential to be. Obviously, people like Lance were really nice, and he could never see a mutant as anything less than a human being. He was fortunate in that respect. He could well understand the hatred and fear humanity had for mutantkind, and resolved to do something about it.
He and Lance stopped off at the bulletin board and checked to see if a timetable of classes was available. There were signup sheets for all sorts of programs, adverts and flyers, some mutant and some mundane. Amongst them all, but centrally located, was a large timetable. Since there were mutants of all school ages in residence, it looked like there were classes composed of all school ages at once. That ought to be interesting. He looked forwards to finding out just how normal a ‘school’ could be if it was populated almost exclusively by mutants.
After looking over the bulletin board for the fall term schedule of classes, Lance and Nathan headed off to the kitchen for a quick breakfast.
The two left the mansion premises en route to down town Manhattan, after 9:00 AM. The subway ride was fast as it was uneventful, though a little crowded.
Lance took Nathan to all the stores he had been to the previous day during his own quest for school supplies. The two of them spent the day roaming the shopping district of Manhattan. Occasionally, Lance would enter a clothing store and look at the merchandises on display for anything that he would like. He did need to populate his clothes cabinet.
By the end of the day, the two were carrying several paper and plastic bags containing school supplies and various articles of clothing.
Lance hoped that he was of help to Nathan in his pursuit of acquiring needed school supplies.
The trip back to the mansion proved to be quite uneventful.
By the time they reached the mansion, Lance could literally fall asleep where he stood and judging by the looks on Nathan, his roommate was not far off as well.
Lance headed towards the kitchen for a quick dinner, with Nathan following behind. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough ingredients for a decent sandwich in the mansion’s refrigerator... Looks like they forgot to do the grocery today... Lance thought with a shrug.
Rummaging through several of the cupboards, Lance looked for the jar of cookies that the other students had a habit hiding behind cereal boxes.
He eventually found the jar in question and extracted several cookies, offering a number of them to Nathan. That would most probably be their dinner for the evening. Unless either of them muster enough strength to go down to the dining room when the dinner bell sounds.
After the quick dinner, the two headed upstairs to their room.
Lance changed into his sleepwear and went about the business of sorting out the clothes he had purchased earlier. His tired body was egging him to get some sleep but his mind told him to take a quick shower first.
