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.
Opening his eyes and letting the sounds of My Chemical Romance blare into the air, Ruben looked up at Setsuna. “I don’t know.” He said frankly. “Wherever life takes me… wherever I’m supposed to be.”
Laying on his back and looking up at Setsuna he bit his bottom lip for a moment as if contemplating whether or not to speak more, he took a breath and decided for it. “I apologize so much because I’m in someone else’s element and it’s only respectful but it seems like I have to tiptoe around you, cuz honestly I can’t read you. And that’s alright I mean we barely know each other right? Just seems I end up with one foot in my mouth every time I say or do something around you…” he finished, staring her in the eyes.
*She smirked at him and stood erect.* "Ah, so I make you nervous, is it?" *Kilala began walking toward the back room, but turned around to say one last thing before leaving him to sleep.* "At least stay for breakfast. You won't regret it, trust me..."
*The next morning Kilala came downstairs and saw Ruben still asleep in his cot. She was dressed in her gi as she went over to the window and saw the faces of many young ones, eager to come inside. Before Kilala opened the door though, she put a finger to her lips to signal them for quiet. She unlocked the door and let them inside. Of course the first thing they noticed was the stranger in the cot. Kilala had cleaned up the pillows and candles so she could place the low tables on the mat for eating before lessons. The children crowded around the sleeping Ruben until she managed to get in front of them all, bending down to their level. Kilala lightly touched his shoulder to wake him.* "Hey sunshine. Time for breakfast."
The smile on Ruben’s face as he opened his eyes and saw Setsuna was quickly replaced by a look of confusion as he found the many faces of children glaring at him. “Hello.” He said quietly as he cleared his throat. “How’s everyone this morning?” He asked with a confused smile as he quickly rolled off the cot and grabbed his backpack, standing up. Leaning over to whisper in Setsuna’s ear.
“Hey thanks for that ‘children of the corn’ awakening, but exactly what part of this am I not going to regret.” He asked with a smile half jokingly.
*Kilala smiled and took the backpack off his shoulder.* "Everything." *She stood up and clapped her hands together.* "Alright everyone! Let's eat!!" *The 12 children scrambled to the back of the dojo and appeared within seconds holding plates, cups, utensils and food for breakfast. On the menu was eggs, toast, rice, and bacon with juices and fruit for dessert. Kilala helped them place the heavy pans on the table and they all scrambled to sit down. She sat at the head of the table and patted the ground, informing Ruben to sit next to her at the head. There wasn't much room, but they would be able to manage. The dojo was small.* "These children are from broken homes, the streets, and other unmentionable places that no child should experience. Sensei, a few others, and myself train them for free and we provide them with breakfast every morning before we practice doing our katas. It's a wonder how we always manage to pay the bills. We don't have many other students. A couple night classes for adults is all." *Kilala took a plate and put eggs and toast on it before pouring herself some orange juice. She took an empty plate and placed it in Ruben's lap.* "Come on, eat."
“Thanks.” Ruben said quietly as he took the plate, obviously in thought about what this dojo is all about. “That’s a very noble cause. I wish I could help out, but you know… kind of low in the cash department myself.” He spoke softly as he took a little bit of food, keeping most for the children.
“If there’s anyone … you know sick or anything… I could see what I can do before I leave if you’d like.” He asked looking to her for an answer before beginning his meal.
There was a sense of appreciation and respect in his eyes when he looked at her, realizing what she does here. He wondered for a moment if she had resorted to criminal activity in order to help with the bills… he wouldn’t and couldn’t judge her…
"Most of them only need a place to stay. Their defensive training has kept them from harm." *Kilala responded with a saddened look. After a moment she took a drink from her glass of orange juice. The wooden stairs began to creak and the sensei along with the three other male trainers came down for breakfast. Kilala and the students bowed as he came to the table, sitting at the other head.* hitaki: "Good morning, everyone." "Good morning." *Kilala responded in chorus with the rest of the students. They continued breakfast as they were and the other three trainers sat near the sensei, eyeing Ruben and Kilala closely.* "Problem, Eric?" *She asked, looking at her food while she ate. His eyes seemed to be burning through her and she hated when someone stared at her with a rude questioning. The other children minded themselves as they chatted away loudly.* sensei: "Let's have a peaceful breakfast, please." *Kilala glared back at the trainer and then continued eating.*
Ruben had been completely minding his own business eating quietly until he heard Setsuna question one of the trainers. He took a moment to study the situation but it was obvious this ‘Eric’ was disapproving of Setsuna’s guest, Ruben. ‘What’s this guy’s problem?’ Ruben thought to himself as he slowly chewed the last bit of his food.
For all he knew, Setsuna and this man could have had some sort of history or perhaps he had feelings for her she didn’t reciprocate. Either way, he was the outsider causing the tremor at the breakfast table. Looking over to Setsuna he smiled lightly and whispered. “Perhaps this was a bad idea; I’ve obviously overstayed my welcome.”
Slowly, Ruben stood up and bowed deeply towards the sensei. “Thank you sir for your hospitality.” He said right before he looked ‘Eric’ in the eyes, almost as if he were having a staring match. Finally he looked away and back to Setsuna, putting his right hand on her shoulder. “Take care Setsuna, stay out of trouble.” He said with a lighthearted smile as he turned to leave…
"No! Please..." *She tugged his sleeve for him to sit.* hitaki: "Yes, please sit, Ruben. You are a guest." *The sensei said sternly, motioning him to sit down again.* "Ignore him. He has no table manners." *Kilala said loud enough for Eric to hear. After she finished eating, Kilala stood up and went to the kitchen to begin washing the dishes. As she was about to come back into the room, Eric walked in blocking her path.* "What is your problem?" eric: "You let a stranger into the dojo?" "He saved my life, Eric. Back off. I don't want to do this..." eric: "Where were you last night?" "It's not your business." *Kilala answered, pushing her way around him. As she was about to leave the room, Eric grabbed her wrist.* eric: "It is my business. You shouldn't be leaving off on your missions in the middle of the night. Hitaki-sama gave you direct orders to stop doing..." *She pulled her wrist away from him.* "Don't touch me." *Kilala said angrily, pushing the beads aside to go back upstairs to her room. After changing into some fitted, hip-hugger jeans, a midnight blue halter, her short leather jacket, and her high-heeled boots, she came back downstairs and motioned for Ruben to follow. Kilala bowed to her sensei.* "Hitaki-sama, we'll return later." *She opened the door for Ruben so they could leave.*
As Setsuna came angrily through the beads, Ruben’s eyes narrowed looking past her. As soon as she was near him enough to hear his quiet words, he spoke. “Are you alright? What’s that guy’s deal?” Ruben asked, still seeming reserved. “I don’t like the way he touches you.” He let out in a moment of blunt honesty.
“I know I shouldn’t interfere, it’s not my place to… but he and I are not gonna be friendly if I stay.” He told her looking right into her eyes making sure she understood that he had to leave before he’d ‘put his foot in his mouth’ once again…
*Kilala adjusted her leather jacket as she stormed out of the dojo. She took her wallet from her back pocket and began walking down the street swiftly.* "Eric thinks he owns me and that dojo. He's waiting for the day Hitaki-sama dies so he can take over the business. If he had his way, he'd kick all the children out now and only teach paying customers." *She abruptly stopped to look at him.* "I'm sorry he was such an asshole. Honestly, I want you to stay. I won't take no for an answer either." *Kilala said quite seriously.* "If he gives you any shit, let me know."
As she went on to describe Eric, he seemed more and more like the kind of jerk even Ruben wouldn’t mind throwing fists at. He shook his head to himself. “Sounds like a pretty pompous guy… believe me if I were to stay I’d only cause problems. Don’t worry about me I’ll find my way… my place in the world. There’s… gotta be something more to this life… some PURPOSE, for me…”
Giving her a look of confusion with a smile, Ruben had to ask. “Why do you want me to stay so much?”
*She stepped closer to him so they were only a few inches apart, looking Ruben directly in the eyes.* "You saved my life and stood up for me when you could've died. With the background I grew up in, that's one of the ultimate sacrifices. My life is forfeit to you...till I can repay the debt at least."
Putting his hands on her shoulders, Ruben suddenly froze for a moment as he realized how much he liked being this close to the strange Setsuna. He was so set to tell her ‘no’ and suddenly here he was and he didn’t want to leave…
“Alright… I’ll stay… but I don’t know for how long and I’m not even sure why.” He told her with a smile. “All I know is, this life-debt thing of yours, if it means that much to you that you can’t relinquish it even at my request, then I guess I’ve got no choice but to have you near… not like that’s such a bad thing right?” he asked with a widening smile of pearly whites.
“But …” suddenly Ruben did a double take. “I think we’re being watched…” he said looking confused.
*Kilala was so busy into him, that she completely missed the signs of someone following them.* "That's usually my line..." *She said, whispering. Kilala was looking passed his shoulder and through the crowds of people on the busy sidewalks of New York. She didn't see anyone behind him, but that didn't mean they weren't there. Still whispering, Kilala spoke again.* "Where do you see them?"
“Across the street… two of them, black leather jackets. I’m not sure though they may just be…” Suddenly Ruben’s eyes widened as he threw himself against Setsuna, knocking her down behind a car as a few shots flew by. The men had used silencers which barely called any attention to them at all.
Lying atop of Setsuna mere centimeters from her, Ruben’s eyes were filled with confusion and fear. “I think they noticed me noticing!!!” He yelled as he rolled off her to the left. “Why the hell are people trying to shoot us!?” he said as he looked under the car, watching the two pairs of feet moving closer to them.