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.
((well, if you insist... )) Odd choice of surroundings I give myself... either a school filled with the usual teenage angst, or New York City, filled with... well, New Yorkers. Mike thought as he walked down the street, his hands in the pockets of his black trenchcoat. He smiled slightly, amused by some of the emotions around him... the people mentally cursing their cabbies, the cabbies mentally ridiculing their 'idiot customers', the happy couples walking down the street, the not-so-happy couples trying to sneak around on each other in the buildings around him... thankfully there was nothing more sinister in this part of town. At least, not that he could feel yet.
He stopped a moment when he saw the girl emerge from the alley. He didn't have a good look before she pulled up her hood, but something didn't look right. Her emotions seemed familiar, the same sort as he'd had back home. When someone's hiding something outwardly, they usually scream it inwardly, so it barely took a mental glance to confirm that she was a mutant.
He picked up his pace enough to close the distance. "Quite a nice night," he commented as he caught up to her. He kept his eyes ahead, for now, already feeling slightly guilty for following her, and not wanting to be caught staring on top of that.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Mike smiled slightly at her, then looked back ahead of him. He shrugged as he continued, "To be honest, I'm not entirely sure what I meant to do. I just thought you might not be opposed to some company, if we happened to be going in the same direction."
He spoke with an easy tone that only slightly betrayed how nervous he was. Still, as he spoke, his eyes picked up the faint blue glow they got whenever he felt some sort of strong emotion. At first he uncomfortably reached for the pocket holding his sunglasses, but he stopped before he'd even reached into it. THere was no reason to hide it, not in the present company.
"And here I thought people finished their errands much earlier in the day than this," Mike commented, with more than a touch of amusement in his voice. It was a weak comment, and he knew it, but it couldn't be helped. He was still nervous, and starting to feel rather foolish. The glow blossomed out from his pupils, growing increasingly noticable to the rest of the world and increasingly annoying to him as the world took on the strange saphire hue that he always tried to hide. He had to do something to distract himself, and perhaps if he concentrated on being witty (or attempting to, at least), it would calm him.
He studied her, as well, as they walked, trying to get a feel for her without using his powers. He did notice that she seemed much calmer about this walk than he was, which likely marked her as a bit braver than he.
Mike turned to Dia and offered his hand, the glow in his eyes subsiding slowly. "I'm Mike," he said. Ever since his falling out with his father, and becoming unwelcome at home, he hadn't been particularly eager to use his surname. He looked around, prompted by the passing emotions, and saw that he was still rather conspicuous to those passing by. "And I seem to be attracting quite a bit of undue attention to us," he added ruefully, "Perhaps we should keep walking for the moment."
"True, but it's dark out, you might be a little less conspicuous without me. Still, attention's no problem." As they walked again, Mike reached out with his mind. "Now watch them, I don't get a chance to show off much."
Just for show, Mike snapped his fingers as he touched each mind that was focused on them with a feeling of overwhelming apathy. Instantly, each person couldn't care less about the two mutants, they were so far beneath notice that the onlookers, and there were quite a few of them by now, didn't even shrug as they turned and continued about their business.
"The night time is a good time to be out anyway. People aren't looking for trouble, everything's quiet... Well more than usual, at least." He thought for a minute. "Where do you go during the day?"
"There's a school for people like me... like us, really, unless I'm wrong. I just moved there after... well, let's just say that it was a little less pleasant living with my family." He got silent with that... not really uncomfortable, just obviously not keen to dwell on his own family life.
Michael smirked slightly. "To be completely honest, I just got there today. From what I'm told, though, they teach everything a normal school would, plus anything else our special interests might require. It doesn't cost anything, though, I know that. Lord knows, I wouldn't be able to be there if it did." Michael's expression darkened for a moment, as a host of irritated thoughts about his family's lack of support flooded his mind, but he pushed that all aside.
"Would you like me to take you there? No hurry, of course, I'm rather enjoying the night away from all the chaos, but..." Mike didn't quite know how to put this lightly. On one hand, he knew all too well how irritating it was to be treated like you couldn't take care of yourself, which Dia obviously could, since she didn't seem to be new to the streets. On the other, he didn't feel like he could, in good conscience, leave her on the streets when there was a very good, viable alternative. In the end, he shrugged, "It has to be better than the alleys, at least."
God, that sounded stupid... smooth, Mike, really smooth.
Michael shook his head at himself. The misunderstandings were obvious, even if he wasn't a telepath, but at least his abilities gave him the hints to what he was telling her incorrectly. "I forgot to mention, with the free classes come free room and board. I don't go there, I live there." He sighed, almost unnoticeably. "From what I understand- remember, like I said, I just moved in there- there's a lot of people who live there who don't have anywhere else to go. Which is good for me, and can be good for you."
He added, almost as an afterthought, "And you wouldn't really find it chaotic, I think. That's really just my problem." He smiled slightly at that.
"Honestly, I don't know what they get out of it in return. I think that it's a case of the teachers helping us like they were helped. After all..." He looked around, and saw that no, no one was listening. "It's not like being a mutant has ever been easy."
He shrugged. "Someone back there would probably be able to answer better than I can. All I needed to hear was that I could stay there and that I wouldn't have to hide what I can do. That was enough for me to sign up."
Mike couldn't help but smile at that. "Well, you can see for yourself when we get there." He looked around, frowning. "Which can be whenever I find a cab, really. How the hell can there be a shortage of taxis in New York?" he mused, not finding any cabs to flag down.
"I... ah... it's kind of a long way away. If you're up for it, though, I suppose it wouldn't take us more than a day or so to walk there." Mike raised an eyebrow. He was hoping she wouldn't really be keen on that idea. "And if it's the drivers you're worried about, I can make sure they won't try anything stupid. I... ah..." This obviously tended to be a little bit of a sticky subject. Even among mutants, Mike had met some people who were a little dubious around psychics. Still, if it would save them a very long walk, or a long fly... "I can control emotions. Even if a cabby wants to do something untoward to us, I can make him not want to the minute the idea comes into his head."
Mike nodded. "The bridge is... let's see... that way." Mike picked out the direction they needed to go and they struck out again. "So, if you don't mind me asking, what is it you do? You know... as a mutant?" He felt awkward asking, but he was trying to get used to being around mutants instead of humans all the time.
Mike nodded, impressed, but not quite knowing what else to say about it. "Sounds a lot less complicated than mine. I can read and project emotions and surface thoughts, and I can do some deeper subconscious tweaking if I set my mind to it. Problem is, it's hard to turn off, so whenever there's a lot of people around, like at a school, things get pretty loud up here," he said, tapping his head. "I'm telekinetic, too, but at least that part doesn't cause me many problems."
Mike nodded evenly. "It's not so bad anymore, now that I have a reasonable handle on it. At first, though... I couldn't tell what I was feeling apart from what other people were feeling. And, of course, it doesn't help build optimism toward the human race when you can know, without a doubt, what kind of person someone is. Plus, people don't appreciate me knowing what I know sometimes, but what can I do?" He shrugged.