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.
*Kilala went into the back room and pulled open the closet, pulling down a couple wool blankets from the top shelf and two feather pillows. She placed them on the floor bed and looked around for the unused cots.*
*Meanwhile Hitaki stood and walked over to Ruben.* sensei: "You saved my student's life I hear, Ruben? You are a mutant...troubled as well. Might I hear what happened from you?"
“It was nothing sir.” Ruben said as he looked at the old man with timid eyes. “She was hurt, I took care of her. It’s what I do… I’m a doctor… well, sort of.” He finished trailing off towards the door feeling his anger rise slightly as he recalled being dismissed from the hospital.
Looking back to the old man, he continued. “Setsuna was attacked by people who fear our kind… they chased her to a homeless shelter where many of us were staying. I was able to convince them no one wanted anyone to get hurt and they should just leave before someone did. They were outnumbered… they always run when they’re outnumbered. Fear makes ignorant cowards of them… it’s sad, but that’s your average hick for you…” he closed with a bit of a joke he already knew the sensei wouldn’t even react to.
hitaki: "Well, she's lucky you were there then. She gets lucky a lot." *Hitaki offered him a seat, which was really the several pillows on the floor for people to sit on who weren't used to the asian matting. The sensei sat on the floor and put a candle in front of him for more light.* hitaki: "You may stay as long as you'd like, Ruben." *Kilala came back into the room, ignoring the look her sensei was giving her. She walked over to one side of the room and assembled the small cot, placing the blankets and pillows on it after making the bed.* "Hitaki-sama. I..." hitaki: "Not tonight. We'll speak tomorrow." *He stood and went up the very narrow staircase to the living quarters upstairs where a few other members of the dojo were living. After he was gone, Kilala sighed.* "I hope the bed is alright."
“Its fine, thank you.” Ruben said as he dropped his backpack next to the cot. “Are you alright?” he asked as he sat down near Setsuna and fished out an mp3 player from his pocket for some bedtime listening. Setting the small device down next to the pillows, he looked at her for the first time for more than a moment. His eyes studied her coyly, finding himself attracted. Ruben quickly looked away before he could set off any alarms inside this strange young woman’s mind…
"I'll be alright..." *She watched him unpack and then leaned her back against the wall of the dojo for better comfortability. The fall from the rooftop and onto the fire escape was still painful on her lower back. But with all her training, Kilala was used to the various pains she endured.* "What you did at the shelter was amazing. What is your mutation, exactly? When I tried to touch you, you were like a ghost."
Ruben froze as she asked him about his mutation. He stared off with batting eyes. “Life… all life… has this energy about it. As people grow older, their energy begins to diminish. Believe me, I’ve seen it.” He said with a glance over at her. “I can manipulate and even become this energy… people think I just look like a ghost and act like one… but really its as if I’m existing on another level of reality. The human senses are actually quite limited, giving us a very narrow perception of what’s there…Cat’s for example have a wider field of perception… that’s why they act like they’re seeing things. They’re not acting… they see things normal people can’t. So do I.”
Pausing for a moment, he lay back onto the pillows and stared at the ceiling. “When I heal someone… I take their pain into me.” He said in an almost whisper. “All of it.”
After a few silent moments, he looked to Setsuna. "You?"
"Then I'm sorry you had to experience what I was going through." *Kilala replied, as she finally took her bodice off which revealed her sports bra underneath. She untied the arm guards and removed them as well as her shin plates.* "I can create a frosted forcefield that slows whatever object is inside of it. Sometimes I can even stop the object inside of the field...but I usually use too much energy and pass out." *After pulling the strap of the sheath over her head and placing her katana on the matting, Kilala stood and began to stretch her body out.* "You sound a lot like my sensei."
Smiling slightly to himself at her comment, Ruben pulled the sheets over himself and did his best not to watch the woman stretching her body. “Maybe that’s not a bad thing…” he said quietly.
“What’s the story with you two anyway? Are you his daughter? Grand daughter? He has that parental way about him… but its obvious he worries about you… for whatever it is that you do.”
"He's not blood. He's just someone who took me in when I had nowhere else to go." *Kilala replied shortly. She wasn't one to share information openly with anyone. She stood with her legs 5 feet apart and bent forward to stretch her back out as she placed her palms on the floor.* "Are you hungry?"
Setsuna went about her stretches as if they were nothing while Ruben did his best not to let the movement of her form knock him back into a primate on the evolutionary chain. He hadn’t even realized his mouth had fallen open as he watched her and then suddenly his mind registered the question.
“No.” He lied quickly without thought as he turned away, feeling embarrassed. He was certain she had caught him practically salivating over her. ‘Good one, idiot.’ He thought to himself as he closed his eyes and breathed a little heavier than usual. “Sorry.” He said still facing away as mentally kicked himself.
*Kilala looked up from her stretch at him.* "Why are you apologizing?" *She walked into the next room and opened the refridgerator where a pot of rice was covered on the top shelf. Kilala pulled it out and scooped some of the rice into a bowl for Ruben.* "You can talk. I can hear you." *The walls were thin in the building. Plus, they were in a dojo. Everything was peacefully quiet except for the noise on the streets.*
‘She’s gotta be joking.’ He thought to himself as she asked why he was apologizing. Either way he wasn’t going to talk anymore about it.
“Why were those men chasing you?” Ruben asked curiously. She wasn’t one of the ‘obvious’ mutants which led him to believe she had dome something to gather their unwanted attention. “It’s probably not the best idea to get you in trouble with people like them. Their fear makes them even stupider than they are to begin with, and stupidity is a dangerous thing… you got lucky to stumble into the shelter when you did. A few more minutes of bleeding like you were and you’d be dead…” he said with a sad tone. “And from what your Sensei said, you get lucky a lot…”
*She walked through the beads hanging from the doorway and walked over to him with the bowl of rice, bread, and soda.* "My sensei doesn't know what I go through." *Kilala interrupted, handing him the food on a wooden tray.* "And the reason they were chasing me, doesn't concern you. And trust me, it's better you didn't know the reason anyway." *She sat Indian style on the mat in front of him.* "I figured the food here is better than the shelter. Eat."
Her tone felt like a sharp blade as he felt as if he had disrespected her. It was obvious to Ruben she wasn’t used to company. He quietly took the food, ate and drank his soda. At the end of his meal he simply said “Thank you. Goodnight.” As he lay back down and prepared his Mp3 player. “Sorry if I spoke out of place.” Ruben said just loud enough for her to hear. After a few moments of awkward silence, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and spoke once more before preparing to fall asleep.
“Thank you for the hospitality. I’ll be leaving tomorrow.”
"You apologize too much and for no reason." *She took the tray from the floor and stood up.* "Where will you go? I thought you had nowhere to stay?" *Kilala asked, bending over and removing one of the headphones from Ruben's ear.*