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.
At the beginning, Katrina had been excited for it. She had been certain that this year was going to be the best school year yet.
Why? Because she had the best class schedule ever. In addition to Math, English, and Geography, this year she had Pilot Training 201, Driver's Ed, and Geology. Labs were scratching rocks together rather than dissecting cute creatures and she got to learn how to drive. Though, at the rate she was going with her private lessons with Sam, she was pretty sure she'd have her pilot's license first.
It was a good schedule, but a busy one. It took awhile to get used to it, but eventually it became a routine: classes, chores, practice oboe, study with Slate, fly, repeat.
She liked it, but there were things that she wished were different. She didn't have as much time to spend just hanging out with friends, for example. There weren't very many distractions, either.
Day after day, she just kept doing the same things.
And all of a sudden, tenth grade was half over.
Half over, and nothing had really even happened yet. Some walking trees, sure, and a short jaunt to Denmark, but really, in the end, the cycle just kept on turning.
Katrina sighed and set her book down on the table between herself and her tutor, Slate.
“So.” Then, because it seemed like that should be followed by something else, she added, “Any big plans coming up?” She hadn't gotten the sense that the Labs were very busy these days, but one never knew, maybe Slate had something exciting up his sleeve that could shake up the monotony of the current school year. She could always hope.
A society that had thrown off the burdens of European history would naturally give birth to a nation that saw itself as exceptional—
Under the edge of the book, Slate’s goatee could be seen. It was acute today, its longer sides tapering down to a refined point that disappeared into his gray turtleneck. If it had an opinion on American history, as presented by the textbook he’d gotten from the American embassy the last time he was passing through Europe, it made no comment. Slate himself thought that an eyebrow raise would be appropriate. Seeing as he could not be seen behind his book, however, he declined to do so. He simply turned the page. Then another. Ah: the Civil War. That sounded more... something. Yes.
>> “So.”
Katrina seemed just as engaged in her own studies as Slate was in his.
>> “Any big plans coming up?”
“What, exactly,” the technically-twenty-year-old asked, “do you define as ‘big’?”
Bigger than boring old classes and studying. Bigger than boring old New York City.
“You know, big!” Katrina held her arms as far apart as they could go to indicate the approximate size she meant when she said 'big'. She raised her eyebrows meaningfully, checking for comprehension. She couldn't read his expression.
Who was she kidding?
“I mean, two years ago you were planning a company trip. One year ago, another company trip. And each time after you come back, that area of the world miraculously finds a way to become suddenly peaceful? That's what I mean by big. Where are you going this year?”
Katrina pulled the blanket that was draped around her shoulders just a little tighter, then gave Slate the best kitten eyes she could.
A smile quirked at Slate’s lips as Katrina bombarded him with a stereo rendition. Plus hand motions. Though she was no longer twelve, she was still—
>> “I mean, two years ago you were planning a company trip. One year ago, another company trip. And each time after you come back, that area of the world miraculously finds a way to become suddenly peaceful? That's what I mean by big. Where are you going this year?”
--A highly intuitive guesser. Who seemed to have practiced her kitten eyes more than her polynomial long division.
“There are such things as coincidences,” the Kabal Leader stated, in a suitably boring adult-like manner. “Now. How did your Geography final go? The last time we studied that, you did not know Denmark from Luxemburg. Let us review... Africa.”
Not to hint, or anything. Slate was not yet sure where the Kabal would go next: the last few months had been spent stabilizing his bases of power. Before he had quite realized it, the months had become a year. It likely was time for the Kabal to move again. And he had once had a dream about China, with a girl from Sudan in it.
Katrina rolled her eyes. She couldn't help it: teenager instinct.
That sounds like something Zephyr would say.
“My Geography final went fine. I got an A- on it.” She may have scored a few extra points on the Denmark section, due to a very detailed essay. It may or may not have made up for some vague answers on some of the other European countries. “All my finals went pretty well this semester, actually.”
Fewer exciting things happening this year.
At Slate's bidding, Katrina reached for her atlas and turned to the page that displayed the continent of Africa.
“In the 1800s a lot of the European countries colonized most Africa. In the 50s a bunch of countries started winning their independence. Since then, there have been a lot of struggles for power. A lot of civil wars,” her teacher had just introduced Africa this week, so his speech was still fresh in her mind.
She continued reciting the last bit she remembered off the top of her head, “Africa is also where the bloodiest war since world war two was fought: the Second Congo War, which hasn't really been resolved.” Katrina pointed to various places on the map, each word a different country. “Civil war, guerrilla warfare, starvation, poverty, the AIDS epidemic, and genocide.”
Her finger was still hovering over Darfur, Sudan when she looked up at Slate, “You didn't answer my question. Do you have any plans?”
Behind the big grey kitten eyes was a look of concern that normally didn't grace the visage of a child.
