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.
There was nothing truly special going on at the 18th Precinct, MRC Offices, then Detective Ryan Doyle's cell phone rang, an utterly boring ringtone coupled with a vibrate. Setting down his pen, Ryan blew the smoke from his cigarette into his desk fan. As the smoke was carried from the fan and through the open window several feet away, Ryan opened and answered his phone.
"Doyle." Flat, plain, simple. The mutant never bothered with any polite greetings. Or polite anything usually, but that was beside the point.
"Hello to you little brother." The voice on the other end was an almost laughing hiss of a voice, one Ryan knew all too well. It was his sister, Fiona Doyle. One royally weird-as-hell b**** if you asked him, but she was family nonetheless. Ryan didn't immediately hang up.
"Fiona. What do you want, and don't say just to talk." Ryan loved his sister, in his own way, but was always wary about her. She believed in the occult, heavily, as in he added an accent to the "cult" part of the occult. He figured a lot her actions weren't terribly legal, but again... she was family. Made things rough.
"Such a charmer as always. You're almost like good ole Da more and more these days Ryan." Fiona's toned grew a bit more darker as she said this. She knew how much Ryan hated his "Da." With a pang of emotion in his chest and a flushed face, Ryan turned away from the rest of the room slightly and whispered in a harsh tone,
"Dammit Fiona, just hurry up, I got f***ing paper work to do."
"Meet me at your place around 8:00. Not the pub. I need you fully sober. Or as sober as you can possibly be, the way you drink." Fiona must have hung up, since the line went dead. Ryan didn't mind, he was about to anyway. It was redundant to ask her why she wanted to meet. She'd have told him if she wanted him to know.
Such was the family exchange. Ever pleasant as before. -------
Fiona entered Ryan's apartment to the sound of tiny barks almost equal to the mewings of a cat. Apparently the puppies within the place had remembered her scent since she was last here, taking care of them for a week when they were only newborns. Ryan muttered as he poured the some food out into six bowls, five small ones and one bigger one.
"Great, they like her." He said to himself, and stepped over the barrier between the dining room (which he'd converted into the dog room) and clicked the wooden frame into place. The dogs were staying there tonight, no sudden attacks with tongues. He wasn't in the mood whatsoever.
"They're so cute! And bigger too!" Fiona said, skritching the one puppy that had stayed behind to investigate while the others followed their Ma back to the bedding. "Especially this one."
The female Doyle decided to carry the rebellious puppy back to her Ma herself, grinning. But as she saw the pup curl back in with it's siblings, she frowned. Deeply. Ryan knew something was very wrong with her as the detective sat down on his couch.
"What's wrong sis?" Ryan said in an almost comforting tone. He brushed off the small stack of Chinese take-out boxes from the cushion next to him, implying Fiona should sit there. She complied, and asked Ryan to take notes while she spoke....
Over an hour passed as Fiona spoke to her younger brother with tears in her eyes. As it turned out, the young daughter of one of Fiona's fellow cultists had gone missing. They were going to file a missing person's report, but Fiona wanted her brother involved personally. Finally, Ryan offered his sister a rather grungy napkin to wipe her eyes as he replied.
"Fiona, I can't. I'm MRC, Mutant Related Crimes division. This is a job for the SVU." Ryan quite honestly hated the SVU unit, so not being able to help rather pissed him off.
Fiona shook her head. "I know, I know... but..." Her tone became hushed, as if she shouldn't be speaking at all. Her logic got the better of her however, and she went on with a large gulp to clear her throat.
"Ryan, the little girl was a mutant. I KNOW she was. All the members in the cult thought she was magic. I knew better. This wasn't magic Ryan, it was something else. Please, can you PLEASE do something?"
Ryan was taken aback. He'd never heard his sister admit something wasn't magic, when others like her said it was. He considered pinching himself. Was this a dream? Should he even wake up? The fact that he didn't have any booze convinced him he wasn't in a dream. In a dream, a good dream, there would be booze?.... Nightmare perhaps?
"Yeah. Yeah, I'll see what I can do Fiona." Ryan paused, and hesitantly reached out to her with a hand. Pat. Pat. Pat... the motion was awkward but meaningful in it's own right.
It looked like Ryan had a new case. A missing little girl by the name of Annie Magnuson.
