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.
A girl with straight short blond hair and a tanktop and jeans made her way to the training room. It was Deja! She just got a call, telling her to go. None, the less she was ready to get this thing done with. Deja quickly stood by the door and started to rub her hands together. Deja knew someone was coming, so she just sat down and waited patiently, even though she had goosebumps. "Deja, you can do this... no big deal." Deja kept repeating that in her head.
After his session with Ted Charles had been told about another student here who needed control of their powers. Agreeing to help he headed for the lower levels. As the elevator doors opened he nudged the joystick of his wheel chair forward and rolled out into the corridor of the mansion’s underground facilities.
He quickly spotted the student who he was to help. A young girl was sitting in front of the danger room doors. Directing his wheelchair towards her he greeted her with a smile. “Hello, you must be Deja. My name is Professor Charles Xavier. I hear you’ve been having some trouble with controlling your gift.”
as Deja began waiting, she heard tire screeches. She turned around and realized, it was Proffesor Xavier. "Wow, it's so cool , to finally meet you. Too bad its because of this." Deja then heard the Proffesor, talk about powers. Deja then sighed and began to speak.
"You see, my powers really suck! I hate them, so much because all they ever do, is hurt others, and the funny part is, I dont know when I'm dangering them." Deja then took another deep breath.
"I guess your wondering what the abilitie is, huh? Well it's not all that exciting, but I can make my dreams or nightmares become reality, when I sleep. I know, it's not that fascinating, huh. So what are you just gonna get rid of them for me, do some Psychic moja and erase them?" Deja then sat back down, and started shivering.
Charles didn’t need to be a psychic to tell that Deja didn’t like her powers. Rather than answer her questions he opened the danger room and motioned her inside. As he rolled into the large room he explained what he intended to do.
“I would never lock someone’s powers away from them,” he began, “what I will do is help you control them. If it proves too much to control at once I’ll lock some of it away, but never all. Your mutation is a gift, one you should be able to enjoy. Now you have a fascinating power, at a guess I’d say your subconscious can create psychic beings, and it utilises your dreams to do so.”
“To allow you control what I am going to do is link your conscious mind to your dreams much more than it is in most people. That way you’ll have direct control over your dreams, and can prevent anything bad from happening.” He paused to let what he had said sink in.
Deja quickly entered the danger room. She noticed it was like a huge mansion or a big house. She could hear her voice echo. She then smiled. "That connection thing, sounds wicked. Let's do it." Deja then started looking around and smiled at the Proffesor. "so before we start, why'd you start a sisteer school, I thought I was headed to your mansion." Deja then glanced around.
(OOC: I don’t know the actual answer, so I’m gonna guess. If someone wants to correct me feel free)
Charles smiled at the question. “I started the sister school because the number of mutants was becoming too big for one to handle,” he explained, “I couldn’t run something as large as a single campus would be, so I founded this place. Now I just stop by for certain cases, such as yourself, who require my unique talents.”
He motioned to a couch like you’d find in a psychiatrists office. “Please lie down. Before I can begin to work on your abilities I need to put you to sleep. Then once you’re asleep I will enter your mind and link your conscious mind with your dreams.”
Dream glanced. "Good answer." She then notied him tell her to sit down. She was alittle skeptical but decided why not. DEja then sat on the couch, and tried to relax. She then waited for the Proffesor for more instructions. "I wonder if Geo went through this." She didnt mean to say that outloud. She then glanced at the Prof and spoke gentley.
"This doesnt involve, needles, right?" Deja then took a big gulp. She knew how this worked, she was in many psychiraists chair's before, plus she saw thishorror movie, where the doctor killed their patients, on purpose.
Charles gave the girl a reassuring smile as he held a hand on either side of her head. “No needles, I promise. Just relax.” As he spoke he gently seeped into her mind, working his way into it gradually so as to cause her no discomfort. It was unlikely that she would feel a thing. Finding what he was looking for he tripped the switch, sending the girl into a deep sleep.
(OOC: I’ll let you start dreaming before I delve into your mind)
Dream suddenly fell into a sleep. In the dream, there was her father, her mom and her. She was smiling at her father and mom, as she was dancing for them. 'Dad what do you think?''
A man with blonde hair, tall and thin smiled. "It was great dear, I guess." Deja then sighed.
"Whatever Dad, what about you mom." Deja's mom tried to hold back her smile, as she was about to chuckle. "It was very good, in your own way." Deja then smiled. 'Whatever you say." Deja then started walking up to her room, noticing many pictures of her father, her mom and her together. But then she tripped and noticed a picture of a man, very tall, in caging others, and torturing them. "No!" deja said as she landed in a hospital.
Before Charles had began to process of linking Deja’s conscious mind with her dreams something happened. A man appeared, dressed as a doctor and wielding various implements of torture. She must be having a nightmare. Charles needed to get into her mind to help her control it, but he couldn’t do that if he was attacked by her dreams.
“Computer,” he commanded, “cage target.” At once a cage rose up around the man, holding him in place. When he delved into her mind he would lose his focus on what was happening around them. He wouldn’t know what was happening until too late. Time to set up some precautions.
“Computer, initiate defensive program epsilon five twelve. Target, Charles Xavier.” Now the danger room would deal with her dreams he could focus on helping her. He delved into her mind and found himself in a small room. In the room Deja was sitting on a chair and watching a television. On it a doctor was capturing and torturing people. “Deja,” he said calmly, hoping to attract her attention.
Deja quickly started tearing up. "Please, someone help me!" All of a sudden, she ntoiced the Proffesor, beside her. "Prroofessor!" Deja quickly held the Proffesor up, enabling him to walk. Deja then pointed, to the doctor. "Hee'ss trying to get me. I cant face him. He's the one who sent my father to the mental hospital!" Deja quickly sat back down on the chair,almost frozen. She quickly, began biting her lips.
Meanwhile, A big Doctor, zombie looking, cameout and tried to get to the Proffesor, unable to because of a cage. He quickly tried, to break the cage door. "Professor, let me out!!" The doctor like zombie, started banging fircely on the cage door.
Charles gave Deja a reassuring smile. He was standing under his own power, as he was in her mind and his psychic manifestation could walk. Taking Deja’s hands in his he knelt in front of her and looked directly into her eyes. “Deja,” he said in a reassuring voice, “look at me. This is just a dream, it’s not real. That is the first thing you have to accept.”
Deja quickly glanced at the Proffesor. "It's not real." Deja then teared up, but... it looks so real." Deja then started standing up. She quickly glared at the Proffesor. "Someone is coming, someone bad! He will do bad things to Mutants!" Deja then snapped out of her trance like state anmd glared at the dream doctor. "You've haunted me forever, but now I know your nto real, your an illusion and I dont BELIEVE IN YOU!" Deja then started glowing white.
Charles was glad that he succeeded in making the link, her conscious mind now was in control. Unfortunately Deja was now gathering an enormous amount of psychic energy, and without the control to use it she could cause untold damage to both herself and others.
Grabbing one of her wrists he put up a psychic shield, suppressing the dream so she could not perceive it. Spinning her round to face him he said, “Deja, your gathering too much power. You’re anger is causing you to lose control. I need you to calm down of you could hurt someone.”
He hoped that she would calm down on her own, but if she didn’t he would do it forcibly. She had more power than she could control, and if left to her own devices could be devastating, just like Jean. Unless she could exhibit enough control here and now hw knew that he would have to seal a portion of her power away from her.
Deja eyess, started turning white. "Proffesor! I want to stop it, I want this guy dead. I want him dead." Deja then started crying, coming back down. "Profeesor, I want him dead." Deja then started crying,, In proffesor's arms. "Deja then looked at the doctor. "Your History!" All of a sudden, he vanished without a trace. In reality, he did the same.
Deja then took a deep breath. 'Thanks,for that I had you there, and it kept me at bay. "Hopefully, I stay that way, once this connection is done with. "Deja then smiled and looked at Prof. "You know, you could stay not wheel chaired. If I concentrate, I can make it happen, I know I can!'' Deja then gave the Proffesor, another hug.