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.
Allison burst out laughing again, if not for nearly that long. “I figured that out the first time. Terms like that have never made sense to me, though. Like candy hearts. Who would want to eat a heart, especially the heart of someone they loved... well, cared about? Or eat anything out of a heart? And it doesn’t even look like a heart anyway, it looks like a couple teardrops stuck together and flipped upside down. But teardrops aren’t even shaped like teardrops anyway, liquid drops are generally more orblike, or at least a hemisphere, so where the hell did hearts come from?”
Once she caught herself rambling and returned to the conversation, Allison nodded. “No problem. You have a phone?”
Stephen rolled his eyes, before smiling at an apparently forgetful Allison. "Yes, I actually do. If you recall, it was what I was looking at when I tripped over you in the first place." He pulled the phone out of his pocket to find his new number, reading it to her. "Just call if you need me and I'll try to set up an easel for you."
Allison was definitely rambling a bit, but he decided to ease her by returning the favor. "Actually, a raindrop, like pretty much any water drop, when it's falling shifts its shape due to gravity, with the bottom retaining most of the volume leading up to a point at the top. Though hearts really just came out of nowhere from what I know; they probably just thought real hearts looked too weird to put on greeting cards."
“I was thinking about iPods and sugar, not your phone.” Allison dug her own phone out of her pocket and typed his number in. ...Huh. I never did get his last name.... She listed her own phone number as she slid her phone back into her pocket. “Thanks. Should I call you Nate Shadow? Nate Painter? ...Painter of Nates?”
“No, see, you’d think that, I did too, but actually the surface tension--I think it’s the surface tension anyway, been a while since I read it--is stronger than the friction, so the water stays in a roughly spherical shape. Maybe slightly elongated, particularly as it gets larger, but definitely not pointed.” She’d paused about half a run on sentence back as they reached her apartment door, and lingered with one hand unlocking and resting on the knob, the other gesturing nonsensically as she talked. “And, they weren’t allowed to know what real hearts looked like, desecrating the dead or something. Though they might have dissected animals and guessed, and certainly not everyone listened to the laws....”
"Well, if I was a painter of Nates, I'd have to know other Nates, and that would be inconvenient. You can put me in as Nate Masters." He stuffed his phone back in his pocket. "Just send me a message later and I'll add you to my phone."
Stephen tried to recall where his random fact had come from; maybe not a reputable source, in retrospect. "You might be right. I might be thinking about raindrops, or a myth about raindrops. Disregard that, I guess." He opted to steer away from the heart conversation.
Realizing Allison could very well be the type to space out and walk right past her own home, he asked, "So is your apartment nearby?"
So it appeared the pair had reached the end of their evening stroll. "Well look at that, we came all this way and those guys from the bar didn't even have the courtesy to pick a fight and entertain us. What a shame."
Stephen looked up at the building; another tall, nondescript structure like so many around the city. "Well, it's getting late so I figure you should head up. It was nice meeting such a... quirky mutant! I'm just sorry it was at the cost of your iPod." Life's funny coincidences.
“How rude of them.” Allison managed to suppress the outright laughter that wanted to appear into just a grin. “If they were going to be obnoxious the least they could do is continue to do so.”
She waved the iPod off. “I’ve got another” two “and it’s not like I had any music on that one that isn’t on the other. I’ll just have to pay more attention to whether it’s charged now.” She grinned as she opened the door. “It was nice meeting you too, much more fun than most nights I go wandering from boredom.” She waved, and ducked inside quickly before her grin became too obvious; she’d decided on a text.
A few minutes later, Allison was up in her apartment, and sent two texts, one immediately after the other. “Tag, you’re it!” and “No tagbacks! (That’d be too easy.)”
Stephen smiled, waving back to Allison as she vanished into her apartment building. This was one of the few times in his life it made way more sense not to be invited up after the walk home. After all, had he come up, they probably would have played Scrabble or made sculptures with ink and shadows or some other random thing.
As he entered his apartment, tossing aside his shirt and throwing his phone on the bed, he heard a buzzing. Curious, he grabbed the phone to see two new messages.
"Tag, you're it!"
"No tagbacks! (That'd be too easy.)"
Stephen started laughing, loudly now that he was in the privacy of his own place. He would find a way around this. As Sherlock Holmes would say, "The game is afoot!"
