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.
Alexandra looked at Gawain's feet, as they both touched the ground now. Well, he did a good job in managing not to get himself kicked.
"Playin' with the floor again? I thought ya weren't gonna use the same trick twice."
She smirked in response. "I haven't trapped your feet in the floor, haven't I?"
"Guess I'll need to find a different way to sweep you off your feet then..."
Alexandra took a step back, wiggling her eyebrows at Gawain. "How about a serenade?" Grin. "Cause I think you should sing at the top of your lungs during the next attack." The grin became wider. "And because I'm such a generous person I'll let you pick the song."
Meanwhile, she picked her trick. This time, she had metal spheres and Gawain's knees in mind.
>>"How about a serenade? Cause I think you should sing at the top of your lungs during the next attack. And because I'm such a generous person I'll let you pick the song."
Gawain blinked.
Are you effing kidding me?!
Gawain had good balance and good rhythm; he was a dancer, so one could assume he was not a total stranger to music. Maya probably could have sung a song without any trouble; but Gawain, that was a different thing.
"Lady, if you want me to sing I don't even have to attack you" he grinned "Are you sure that's what you want?..."
Apparently, it was, judging from the grin she was wearing. Oh well.
Gawain took a moment do decide what he wanted to do next. He knew that classic fighting styles will give him no advantage; she was better, and more experienced, and she controlled their surroundings. Gawain knew his only chance was to keep moving all the time, preferably very fast, and move in a way that can't be predicted. So he did exactly that.
"Soft kitty, warm kitty..."
He moved around her, throwing a few punches, some fake and some not, and trying to surprise her in some way. He spun, he kicked, he rolled.
"... little ball of furrr...."
He danced around her to keep her occupied; he was hoping to distract her form concentrating on her powers.
Alexandra motioned molecules of metal away from the floor. Under her spell, they danced their way to her hand, moving at amazing speeds to obey the command of their goddess. Moments later, a metal staff, about six feet long, rested in her right hand. Still wearing the grin from before, she let her body assume a fighting stance, one of the staff’s end pointed at Gawain.
Gawain moved.
Gawain sang.
The grin widened with each word, with each punch thrown her way. Alexandra didn’t do much, she just made sure to block his hits. And she was good at blocking hits, for when she had chosen to train her body, she never assumed she would use any fighting style to take down an opponent. No. Block. Push away. Until her powers could do the job.
Gawain attempted a leg sweep.
Gawain purred.
Alexandra moved the staff to take the hit.
“If you have or will have a girlfriend Gawain,” She moved again, forcing air out of her lungs as she blocked another hit. “take my advice.” Alexandra jumped back, pointing the staff at Gawain, increasing the frequency of her breathing as if she was tired in order to distract him. “Don’t ever try to serenade her.”
Her attention was shifted for a brief moment, from Gawain to the floor. Three metal spheres emerged from the ground, their target – the young knight. One headed for his knee, one for his stomach, one for his face.
>>“If you have or will have a girlfriend Gawain, take my advice. Don’t ever try to serenade her.”
"I don't need to" Gawain grinned, taking a moment to regain his balance after Alex blocked his last sweep; she was panting, she looked tired. Well well well. "I've got other skills she enjoys much more than singing."
Like... dancing. And... planning dates. And his incredible sense of humor. Other than that... well. Patience was always a virtue, right?
Gawain frowned to himself; the frown just deepened when the three metal orbs sprung out of nowhere and flew straight at him.
He ducked from the one aimed at his face - one always protects the face first... well, second... duh - and spun around, kicking the one aimed at his knee like a soccer ball. It bounced off the far wall of the danger room; it was a good kick. It also distracted Gawain from dodging the third ball.
"Ow" he yelped as the metal orb hit him on the ribs, knocking the air out of his lungs. He fell, but caught himself on his hands, and soon he was on his feet again, gasping for air, but ready for the next attack.
"If ya've got a boyfriend, take my advice" he smirked, glancing at the metal orbs "Careful with those balls."