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.
What a night! Nik had just only arrived in this country and already he's made quite an impression, as well as an enemy. He had stopped running a while ago, seeing as the blonde was not in pursuit. But now there seemed to be a succession of issues plagueing his mind. One, here was a youg girl, unconscious, hanging under his left arm who needs somewhere to rest and heal. Two, its fackn raining! And four, Nik's shoes are soaking wet and making that sloshing sound everytime he steps. In Nik's life the mayem never stops -_-.
Luckily Nik caught a break for once. While climbing up on to a nearby roof so that he could get his bearings, girl on his shoulder, he was able to get directions from a friendly neighborhood arachnid. The man in tights said that the place he was looking for was nowhere near here, just like the green haired one had said, But that if Nik took the rout he gave him he'd be there in no time. After thanking the looney in the spider suit and explaining why Nik had a passed out teen on his shoulder he was off. Even more lucky for him was that thanks to his running from earlier, he was actually closer than before.
The night seemed to go on and on, just like this insidious rain. As it looked like the green teen had begun to stir, Nik carefully placed her on his back holding her like a piggy. He did his best to control the cold emmiting from his body, though he had never tried for this long, let alone with a person on him "Hold on mein frau" hearing her steady breaths in his ear. He could only thank that he had a jacket on, to further protect her from his touch. Sooner than never, Nik and his stole-way had arrived at an old storage werehouse. Didnt look like much from the outside but once he had gone in and got'n in the over-sized elevator he was amazed at how nice this place actually was.
Arriving on the second floor he stepped out from the elevator into a single mans paradise. It was "one big room.. wow", couch and TV in the middle, kitchen and a table to the side, and what appeared to be one door leading to a bathroom. Along with other things like a box or two and a few over sized windows, the place seemed like a perfect home. Walking towards the couch he set the girl down gently, propping her head up with a pillow. he found and old dusty blanket and after shaking it out placed it over her to keep her warm "You'll be ok, get some rest" whispering into her ear. After checking her over for anything serious, he looked around and began making himself at home.
Grabbing a wire he taught it from one wall to another and began laying his water drenched clothes over it. It was amazing for him everytime seeing a mist gently resinate from him and soon settle as he took off his shirt. Then, spotting something he didnt notice before, he walked to a corner of the room which relinquished his old bass guitar, obviously sent over by "the boss" as a gift. Nik smiled and took his old instrument and sat up on a box that he had placed not to far from the couch. Playing a view notes here and there as he watched over his "extra good deed" for the night.
Savannah noticed the man and the girl before he climbed up. She decided to just leave a warning,she ran over to a corner where he couldent see her and then blew up a near by mailbox.
While he plucked at his bass guitar Nik thought back to his trek around the city. He wondered about that one explosion nearby which so happened to be a mail box. "Could it.. nah" dismissing the incident as a random mailbox malfunction.. /fetish. (( rofl ))
"Come to think of it.. nah, must be tired or somethn" Nik thought as he quickly decided that he didnt hear a second mailbox massacre but instead must be over thinkn things. I mean why would the blonde woman have even done such a thing without her usual entrance and snappy comebacks. Nik continued his subtle musical prowess, looking over at the green haired girl and thinking about the terrible jokes life can play on a person. It was get'n closer to morning now, the morning sun peaking through the safehouse windows.. finally.. a new day.
Jaya awoke slowly. She breathed in and let it out as her senses came to life. She could hear music, strumming, it was a guitar. She squirmed, she was under a blanket, on top of a couch, a very comfy couch. Jaya would've gone back to sleep, but she wasn't sleepy. She wondered how long she'd been out. She opened her eyes and scooched up against the arm of the couch until she was is an upright position. She rubbed her eyes and blinked a bit, bringing into focus a shirtless man playing a guitar. She was confused for a moment, then she recognized him. She rolled her tongue inside her dry mouth to wet it before speaking. "Where are we?"
Nik's concentration broke now for a third time, as he sigh'd and looked over at his guest for the night. "Somewhere in the bronx i suppose." putting his hand up to the head of his bass, ready to tune it a bit, he continued with his inquiery "How ya feeln" slightly looking over at the un-named green haired girl.
With a another sigh he stood up from his nights post, and walked over to the mickshaped kitchen in the corner of the room. Opening an old cubberd he pulled out a dusty glass, rinsing it out in the old style industrial sink he filled it up and strolled his way back towards the coach and lightly handed her the glass "Here". Sitting back down he picked up his bass and began again, looking over at his clothes drying on the line that seemed to be getting less soaked. "So.. what's a girl like yourself doing sleeping under staircases and taking handouts from stranger than life strangers?.. You have a home dontchu?"
"How are you doing,pretty huge blast you made there.."Savannah shouted then smirked and started to walk away."I know who you are. Both of you. Don`t expect me to forget this.Btw, im Razaranje,my slavename is Savannah. Feel threatened."
She drank the water down in big gulps. It made her feel better, apparently she was more thirsty than she thought. She laughed a little as she set the glass down. "Do I look like the kind of girl who would have a home?" she said, running her hand through her hair. She sighed and began to tap her fingers on the glass she had returned to her hands. "I used to have a home. I lived in Monarch, Colorado. It's a small town, I wouldn't be surprised if you've never heard of it."
Nik chuckled lightly "I suppose i wouldnt mein frau, seeing as U.S. geography isnt really my forte. As for how you look.." inching his sunglasses down to take a better look, "Ya seem house broken to me." Getting up he decided to refill the girls glass. While at the sink he asked her something that had been bugging him for a bit now, "I dont believe i caught your name, mind enlightening me?.. Or should i stick with green-haired homeless girl" walking back and handing the glass back to her.
"Mein frau," she murmured. The words were familiar to her, but she wasn't sure why. She looked up and readily accepted the refilled glass. She drank about half of it before talking again. "My name's Jaya, Jaya O'Riley." She laughed now. "I'm afraid I'm at a loss for your name as well. Or should I stick to shirtless man in shades?"
"Jaya?.. nice name, rolls of the tongue pretty easily." Walking over to the clothes line that he had set up earlier he began checking his jacket and shirt for damp spots and padding them down to remove any wrinkles. "You can call me Dances with Wolves for all i care; i dont give out my name, by knowing a persons name you are giving power over him by merely invokeing the name aloud." Taking his shirt off the line he put it on, slowly buttoning up the center and tying his tie. "However if you'd like to label something you can refer to my alias, Geist."
"Geist? Das ist deutsch, korrigiert?" she asked. He gave her a funny look. "I took German classes once, a long time ago." She finished her water again and returned to tapping the glass with her fingers. "Judging by your little theory there, it's a good thing Jaya isn't my real name, well, at least not exactly."