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.
>>> “Yeah, yeah you can keep telling yourself that…I will admit that this was a genius idea, though, using your power like that.”
“Tell me about it. Managed to rake up a decent profit doing absolutely nothing. Easier than trying to sell them.” Though it wasn't as satisfying as seeing people fall in love with his creations, it certainly had been less work.
>>> “This is nice handiwork, not gonna lie. So I take it this is your thing? Making these stone minions? How do you make them move?”
“Pretty much. I can make my sculptures from more that just stone. Metal, glass, ceramic. Bunch of different stuff, Mat answered. “As far as I know, I can leave a mental imprint whatever material I'm using. That's how I can control them.” Not being bothered with a demonstration or full explanation, Mat gave her the condensed version. The fact that this girl had skipped the obligatory inquiries as to whether Mat was a mutant told him all he needed to know.
She was either a mutant herself, or had some dealings with them.
He watched as the girl approached his sculpture, inspecting it with her eyes and hands. A proud grin tugged at his lips, and Mat felt his ego inflate. He couldn't help it. It was a natural reaction to anyone taking an interest in his creations.
“Name's Mat. He gave his money filled hat a shake, coins jingling cheerfully inside. “Wanna go get something to eat, or drink? I kinda owe you for making you slip over, and making you spill your drink, and all.” Even though it'd been her own damn fault. Still, she was cute.
Lydia kept her smirk on her face, waiting for the change to travel up and down the rest of her body. The man would probably notice in oh say, three or so more minutes, when the skin on her neck above the collar of her coat started shifting? Until then she’d skirt around the question of her mutation, if he ever asked her. Hidden by her coat sleeves, her arms were already a concrete gray color, and rubbed roughly against the fabric. Maybe she’d pretend to be a street performer or something too, not that she’d make a good one. The girl would never stay still long enough for anyone to even consider the notion.
>> “Pretty much. I can make my sculptures from more that just stone. Metal, glass, ceramic. Bunch of different stuff. As far as I know, I can leave a mental imprint whatever material I'm using. That's how I can control them.”
Ah, so he could create statues from anything. That was certainly useful. “Very interesting. How many can you make at a time?” And how strong were they? Lyd had to assume they could do more than stand there and pretend to be…er, what they were, sculptures. Perhaps this man was even powerful enough to create a lot of them, almost like his own private army? That certainly blew her mutation out of the water.
That reminded her, around two minutes and counting?
>> “Name's Mat. Wanna go get something to eat, or drink? I kinda owe you for making you slip over, and making you spill your drink, and all.”
Mat…cute name for a cute guy. Even though he kind of looks like he might have just crawled off the street. Some guys seriously need to go shopping. Maybe I’ll take him shopping, but her mind was going off on a tangent. She hadn’t even told him her name yet. “Nice to meet you Mat, she replied with a bright smile, “I’m Lydia, but I give you permission to call me Lyd or Dia.” Right, like she’d ever said that before. Sometimes, the teenager could be a real dork. A really confident one, but a dork nonetheless.
“Did you have anything in mind?” Oh dear, look at Dia. She was going to go hang out with another stranger, another person she’d randomly met on the street. Had she any sense of caution, any second thoughts about going with this man she’d just met? Of course not. Nothing bad had happened last time. And any mutant was good in her book until they proved themselves bad, and so far Mat had only shown good humor.
>>> “Very interesting. How many can you make at a time?”
“Depends. I can make a whole bunch if I break the connection and don’t control them. If I want to control them, then it depends on size. Sculptures the same size as a person, about four. Anything bigger than that, two. Anything smaller, well then I can make a few.” Mat’s eyes flicked towards the girl, then down to the ground. “And I can’t control different sizes at the same time.
>>> “Nice to meet you Mat. I’m Lydia, but I give you permission to call me Lyd or Dia.”
Lydia. A cute name. Cute girl, too. Too young for Mat’s liking, but beauty was beauty, there was no denying that. More than likely, this girl had broken the hearts of numerous teenage boys. She had that air about her, like someone who knew they were good looking, and made no apologies for it. Confident and headstrong.
In a way, she reminded him of his friend Downpour, when he had first met her.
>>> ““Did you have anything in mind?”
Truthfully, he didn’t. He didn’t know this area all that well, nor did he know where a good place to eat and/or drink was nearby. Still, when in doubt, wing it.
“Well Lyd or Dia, not really,” he grinned. “I’m, uh, not really familiar with this place. You know anywhere good?”
>> “Depends. I can make a whole bunch if I break the connection and don’t control them. If I want to control them, then it depends on size. Sculptures the same size as a person, about four. Anything bigger than that, two. Anything smaller, well then I can make a few. And I can’t control different sizes at the same time.”
Lydia tried to nod along and pretend she understood, but she honestly stopped following at somewhere between “depends” and “break.” He could make sculptures, that much she knew. He could makes lots if he did something with and er… She just shook her head up and down and tried not to look too ditzy.
So Mat was not from around the area. Well, it was obvious from his accent but still, it seemed he was newer than Lyd. But she had no idea where to go either. She’d only been in town for about two months, and she was still having trouble with the areas around the Sanctuary. Hm… She had walked quite a bit, at least ten or so blocks, but she was sure she could retrace her steps back to the golden doors. She’d practically travelled in a straight line. “I live at the Sanctuary, which is sort of far from here, but we could go back there if you’d like,” Lydia said, shrugging, “It’s a…giant house for mutants.” Great description.
“Do ya kind of get what I mean? Like this boarding school for mutants minus the school part.” Truth be told, she wasn’t really sure if she wanted to go back to the Sanctuary just yet. The reason she had come out was to get some air, get away from the confining walls, her boring room. Sure there tons of interesting people there, but some of them were downright creepy too. And a lot of them were older than her, adults. She hadn’t met too many residents her age.
“Or we could just point at random and hope for the best.”
