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.
>>“I’d say that curiosity killed the cat, but seeing as you’re apparently already dead....”
Krisz nodded sagely. "Indeed I am. I am a dead cat." he glanced at the monitor, but the train of thought was getting out of hand and he just had to go with it "I am a dead cat who is alive. I am the ghost of a live cat. I am Schrödiger's cat. Except for, you know, the box. Ghosts can escape the box. Thus proving that they are dead."
Nope not crazy at all.
Krisz looked at the screen and scrolled, taking a few moments here and there to read and then mutter. Finally, he sat back.
"Nope, still not famous." he sighed "It looks like I will need a job after all..."
Allison laughed as Krisz talked about his existence, or lack thereof, and species. “The philosophers will be delighted to know, I’m sure. ...Well, no, they’d probably be furious, but still. They must be told! Do you know any?”
Allison, had she been a normal, functional person, would probably have looked and acted (maybe even been) vaguely sympathetic about Krisz’s job requirement. As it was, she shrugged. “I can call Shannon if you want.”
Allison grinned, a bit more mischievously than she should have, as she absently dialed Shannon’s phone number and set the phone on the counter on speaker. “I thought you objected to the sex appeal bit, but sure, I can include that.”
Shannon answered the phone with a half sleepy, half exasperated, “hello, what is it now?” and Allison allowed the mischievous grin to spread.
“Hello Shannon. There’s someone here you need to hire.”
There was a slight pause before Shannon answered. “We’re not unusually short on workers....”
Allison continued just as if she hadn’t said anything. “Formerly Naked Boy is the ghost of a Hungarian writer who is also Schrödinger’s cat. Dead, by the way, do you know any philosophers? And he both has a wheelchair and needs another one, and is a sick Sting song. Well, except not English. Also, I hate alliteration.”
Shannon groaned. “How much have you traumatized the poor boy coming up with that?”
Allison huffed and frowned down at the phone. “I didn’t! He told me himself.”
There was another slight pause. “...Oh dear God. You’ve finally found someone as crazy as you are.”
>>“I thought you objected to the sex appeal bit, but sure, I can include that.”
Oh god. Shannon picked up. Krisz did not really expect her to actually do this. But she did. She called the boss.
>>“Formerly Naked Boy is the ghost of a Hungarian writer who is also Schrödinger’s cat. Dead, by the way, do you know any philosophers? And he both has a wheelchair and needs another one, and is a sick Sting song. Well, except not English. Also, I hate alliteration.”
That. Was worse than he'd expected. Krisz found himself shaking his head in disbelief. And smiling at the same time.
>>“...Oh dear God. You’ve finally found someone as crazy as you are.”
Damage control.
"With all due respect, ma'am, I am not crazy. But most of those things is true. I mean. Relatively true. I am not naked." he glanced at Alli "I was, but I am not, I mean, at some point or another we are all naked, right? But I am not. I am fully dressed. Also. I am not dead. I mean, officially I am, but biologically, I am not. I am just a mutant. Who can turn into a ghost. And back. But back is not really advisable, because then I can't move. Wheelchair. Anyhow. We just had the idea how a helpful ghost would make this shop.... um. Unique. And yes I am a Hungarian writer. Bright side: I know everything about books. Dark side: I am not exactly... in the system. But a ghost does not have to be, right?"
Allison’s grin very quickly turned into what was not at all a pout, it only had a lot of things in common with a pout, except that Allison did not pout. At least, not when she wasn’t trying to guilt trip someone, which didn’t count because she was pouting deliberately in that case, so it was more of a fake pout and not a real one. So it was something else. “I said formerly,” she complained half under her breath as Krisz talked.
Shannon listened quietly to Krisz’s rambling before answering. “What, so you’re not crazy at all? What happened to writers being eccentric, then? It’s always been such a convenient excuse for why I never published anything. I’m sane.” Her tone was slightly sulky, but mostly amused.
>> “What, so you’re not crazy at all? What happened to writers being eccentric, then? It’s always been such a convenient excuse for why I never published anything. I’m sane.”
"I am decidedly not eccentric" Krisz pouted, just because Alli was pouting "I might be slightly crazy, but that kind of comes with the job. And the mutation. In fact, it might be just the mutation. Living without a body does things to a person. But also, it is such a great opportunity, I think I was meant to do something with it. Even if I am not a real ghost. I can't throw books, or move tables, or stuff like that. But at least I speak in complete sentences. And languages."
There were simultaneous sighs from Shannon and Allison, and, “Damn. There goes that excuse,” from Shannon while Allison added that “at least you’re talkative enough to seem eccentric.”
Shannon hummed for a moment before speaking. “I’ll be there in...” there were fumbling sounds as she checked the time “about twenty five minutes, but most likely you’re hired. Welcome to the lunacy.”