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.
Ashley stuck her hands into her back pockets and walked into the garage, looking curiously around at the various vehicles. Cars and SUVs...they were foreign to her. But motorcycles...they were a love both Ashley and Whistler could appreciate. She never had much experience riding one, but she knew how to stay on and that, Whistler had once told her, was what counted. Of course there were a dozen other things he had burned into her mind about the delicate machine but she got the point.
She sighed as she looked down at her attire. It was different from what she was used to, mostly because she was clean. Her usual wear of white wife beater was replaced with a tight white t-shirt that Bentley had gotten her that said “I scowl and sneer.” on it, something the little ballerina had found incredibly funny for reasons beyond Ashley. Her pants were now leather and rather form fitting, something that had taken her a bit of getting used too but she found...appealing. Certainly Bentley liked it and had her spin around while wearing it. Ashley still didn’t know why.
Ashley also wondered how Bentley knew what sizes to get. Even Ashley didn't know her own size.
This whole arrangement with the brunette made Ashley a bit cautious She was a gracious guest, she knew that much. She wasn't a barbarian in the terms of manners, she knew how to be polite and use common sense while in other people's homes. The girl was just so bubbly and friendly that Ashley felt like...like maybe there were certain feelings that were developing that maybe she shouldn't. Feeling that Isabel had unlocked, and Bentley was making hard to ignore.
Ashley cocked a hip and pulled her hair out of the ponytail Bentley had put it in (she even brushed it) and shook it out, her long fire red locks spilling out onto her shoulders. Her normally flat hair was now fluffy and “agreeable” as Bentley put it, whatever that meant. All Ashley knew was, to get it to this “agreeable” status Bentley had to wash it four times. In the end Ashley was about to burst because of how much her scalp hurt, but she couldn't argue with the results.
The full on combat boots weren't coming off, though, and Ashley suffered through the ballerina pouting. It was a hard fought battle, but Ashley won out. She loved those boots, damn it. They had kicked in many a head and were reliable as hell. How could she just get rid of them?! Such a thing would be blasphemous.
The garage was classic, one of the walk in types where you can see the people working on the cars and various other things like engines and such. It was odd as it wasn't that bit but it still maintained an aura of professionalism, and Ashley had to be impressed even though she really didn't know why, which wasn't odd really since 'Geo's Garage' was known for it's professional courtesy, great prices and excellent workmanship. The owner was suppose to be a very handsome and charming man by the name of Geo (go figure) but Ashley didn't know what he looked like, and all she needed was info on a motorcycle anyways.
“Ummm...hello?” Ashley called out, wondering why such a place would be so empty. “Anybody?”
He didn't like this. He didn't like this one bit. The fact that Geo felt uncomfortable at Geo's Auto-garage was completely ridiculous. Due to his absence Geo had built up a hefty dept to his landlord and was ordered to cease and desist business operations until the dept could be paid. Until then Geo had to find a way to make money so here he was, picking up a few odds and ends he was going to need to work out of the Order's vehicle bay until he could amass enough money to open his shop once more.
The young mutant had showed up early that morning in his Roadrunner and parked inside the garage, parking all the cars he was working on off to the side so that he had room to move his car all the way to the back so he could have his trunk as close as possible to the workbench in the back of the shop. The shop seemed cold and lonely to Geo without it being being open, he was even used to wearing oil covered clothes whenever in the garage unlike the black and gray plaid button up shirt over his black muscle shirt.
He began collecting everything he could fit into his trunk. Wrenches, sockets, jacks, scooters, braces, a blow torch, some old rags, a few knee pads and an oil pan or two. Geo was leaning against the car trying to decide what exactly else he was going to need to take to last him until he got back when he heard a voice echoing through the garage. Instinctively Geo jumped slightly. The sand on the floor shifted slightly as to it's own will before he noticed the source of the voice walking through the overhead door. A good looking red head who looked as though she was a bit out of place. Geo straightened his shirt out slightly and relaxed his nerves before stepping around the car.
”Sorry Miss but the shop isn't currently up and running.” Geo said in an apologetic tone and an equally apologetic smile on his face. As he walked up to the woman he glanced out the open door but didn't see a car, perhaps she was broken down a bit down the road and needed emergency help or something of the sort. If so Geo was never one to leave a damsel in distress be it human or mutant. ”Look, even though we're not technically open at the moment I'd be more than happy to help you if you are broken down.” He held out his hand to the woman with a friendly smile on his face.
”My name's Geo miss, owner and head mechanic of this place. And you might be?”
Ashley looked the man up and down, then nodded. Yeah, the guy was good looking enough, and was polite enough as well. At least he didn't exude slime like most of the guys she's met in her life, and that was a huge plus. Also, he looked like he showered. And while this was a practice Ashley was now getting used to thanks to Bentley, it was something she tried her hardest to do before even when she was homeless...something most of her fellow bums considered less then necessary.
>>”Sorry Miss but the shop isn't currently up and running. Look, even though we're not technically open at the moment I'd be more than happy to help you if you are broken down.”
Ashley looked at the outstretched hand for a moment before taking it. It was a solid handshake, and Ashley returned with her own strength. It wasn't what it could be without her music, but it was firm enough. She wanted to make sure this guy knew she was serious, and not some stupid girl that was just waiting to be scammed.
>>”My name's Geo miss, owner and head mechanic of this place. And you might be?”
“Need a bike.” Ashley said shortly, completely ignoring the question as to her identity and pulling out a picture of exactly what she wanted. A Ducati, if Ashley was right, one of Whistler's favorites. “Do you have? Or...can you build?”
She didn't have the cash, of course, and planned on stealing the thing at the first possible opportunity. Modifying it to how she wanted wouldn't be TOO hard, but making it look different and such would be simple. She'd have to ask Bentley on how to get it registered...or whatever it took to make it hers, legally. Last thing she wanted was to outrun the poilce for whatever reason. Not again, anyways.
