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.
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Geist smirked a bit "Nice, but it doesnt matter what language it is, geist is geist, ever heard of a poltergeist? noisy little buggers if you ask me." chuckling a bit. "Well as long as Jaya suits you as a name to others your soul is your own empower and control." Sitting down on the other end of the couch he stared at the TV and gave a displeased look. He looked around feet at the base of the couch for anything to throw. picking up a heavy ball bearing he tossed it at the TV, surprisingly hitting the on button. He gave an arm thrust in a gesture of victory, but then composed himself and began watching whatever was on the tube. "Y'know you still havent told me why your on the street, living how you are. you cant tell me you choose to live like that.."
Jaya looked at the TV with disinterest. "Actually, I kind of did." She looked over at him. "Well, I didn't really expect it to be like this when I left home, but I had something for awhile here, I just chose not to hang on to it." She got up on her own finally, shaking a little bit and steadying herself on the couch before taking her empty glass over to the sink and setting it down upside-down. "When I was growing up, I was the perfect child. My parents loved me, everyone in the town loved me. I went with the flow, I did things well, I was smart, and I worked hard. I had etiquette that made the other mothers jealous." She came back and sat down in the couch rather bouncily now. "Then it all went down the drain. When my hair turned green everyone thought I was trying to be rebelious, that I'd gotten in with the wrong crowd. My parents ordered me to wash it out, but no matter what I tried, it wouldn't go away. Then my grades started going down, I started having difficulty in school, I was always getting yelled at for not keeping quiet, for not sitting still. After awhile I heard about a 'better place'. I was sick of all the disappointment, of not being able to feel loved anymore, so I took my chances on the road." She sighed. "After I left, others started leaving too, they saw through the false love their parents were showing, we weren't a good little town anymore, we were a town full of parents who only loved their kids if they were good. I tried to keep track of it since I left, I think about nineteen people, from ages thirteen to twenty-three, have left town since I did."
"Touching," staring dazily into the glow of the tv as he slouched a bit. "So you gave up workn it out with your parents, and left home hopeing for a better place?.." Sitting up he folded his arms behind his head smiling gently, "Sounds like a carmival, nothing but good times.. So, if you dont mind me asking, what was so great about this place that you'd leave your terrible home and stay here?... cant be the accomidations."
Jaya laughed. Geist had a fair sense of humor that worked well for her. "I didn't come here to start with. I first went to Chicago, it's closer to Colorado. I figured there'd be more people like me in a big city. I hitchiked my way, but I never made it. I was picked up by this guy who talked me into thinking that he could help, he just had to do a few tests and figure out what needed to be done. I was desparate, I wanted to get my life back together." She stared blankly at the TV for a few moments, biting down the pain that the memory brought to her. "I was committed, treated like a lab rat, and abused to no end. But I was smart. I was able to talk with one of the other mutants they had in custody, he'd been there for a lot longer and he gave me some tips on how to get around. Before I knew it I'd cracked their computers and we were both out. I asked him where he was headed. He said he was going to get as far from civilization as possible, maybe build a cabin in Canada somewhere or something. I asked him where I should go. He told me that since I'd been trying to get to Chicago before, I shouldn't go there or they might come looking for me. He said that if I still wanted to see the big city, I ought to head here. I did what any lost teen would do, I listened."
Leaning his head towards her direction as he laughed and exclaimed on, "Well ya think you would've learned your lesson about people offering help, huh?.. well at least ya made it out in one piece, but i guess we never do, do we?.. we always leave a piece of us behind on such 'beautiful occassions'. Ah whatever.. Hmm, ya'know i feel like playing a game.. lets pretend for a moment that i at all care for your well being.. now lets say ive got people to see and things to do.. what can i trust you'll be doing by your lonesome as the fork thats appearing between our paths sends me on my own?.. in other words, if i really gave a damn, are you going to be ok?" gazing into the crappy tv thats now losing the picture.
Jaya saw an opportunity. "I could stay here," she put in hopefully. "I'm great at keeping house. I can cook, I can clean, I can do the laundry, I know how and where to buy the cheapest food. I could even get a better tv signal for you. I'm great at things like that," she was going out on a limb, but it had worked once, why not try again. "If you cared, anyway," she added.
Raising an eyebrow to the 'If you cared' remark he stood up too retrieve his now dry jacket. "Well cleaning isnt necessary, i dont eat much, and I only own one suit. So if ya do the math your prospects of staying are in two shapes: slim and fat." rolling up the cuffs on his jacket he looks over his shoulder at the obviously desperate young woman and finds his heart beating through all the coldness. With a slight change of pace he walks up to her regretfully, "But.. if you can get that tv to stop fussing about, ill.. consider.. working something out. we'll see what we can do" rubbing his neck as if to release some stress.
Jaya got up without a word, walking past Geist and over to the tv. She looked at it quizically, fiddled with the antenna a little bit, then picked up the entire thing, unplugged it, and walked toward the door. "I'll be back in about ten minutes," she said. She walked outside and down the steps to the main road, noting some decapitated mailboxes as she made her way through the town. She knew where she was, she knew wear just about everything was in this city. She carried the tv through street after street until she came to a little pawn shop. She walked in and talked up the man inside. Within a few minutes she walked out with a much newer, much nicer tv. She thanked the man and walked back up the city streets to the safe house. She found it fine and she made it back inside with a minute to spare. She hooked up the new tv, adjusted the antena a little bit, and turned it on. It wasn't crystal clear, but it was much better than the previous tv. "Better?"
"Hmm a Toshiba?.." Walking over to the newer and more improved piece of junk he puts one hand on the top of it giving it a lil chill in affect clearing up whatever was making the picture sucky. "It'll have to do i guess" turning his full attention to his patiently waiting new roomie "alright, rule wise there are none, just dont step up on my space and we'll be just fine, understand?" tilting his head to the the left.
Jaya nodded, trying not to look too eager. "Sounds good to me," she said. She looked around, there wasn't much to do. She plopped down on the couch and watched the tv. "So, uh, where are you from?" she asked, a little sheepishly.
Sitting down on the other end of the couch he felt a small pry at his past which made him a bit uncomfortable, the room temperture dropping 5 degrees. "Germany, raised in Berlin" remarking coldly.
Jaya felt the drop in temperature, she could tell that it was coming from him, but she was known for not paying attention, so she kept on. "Berlin, so did you get to see the wall? When I learned about the wall I always thought it would be fun to put grafiti on the wall, add myself to the last page of a long and dark history."
Geist was caught off guard a lil by her probing questions, having memories return that he thought he left back in those same streets. "I guess.. ive walked over a line in the ground that they say.. once was a wall, never thought much about it" slumping into the couch as he heard the sound of footsteps running, running.. running through his memories. He felt it within himself, the suffering, the cold nights, wanton brutality.. Though the sun shined its warmth through the safe house windows, he felt all too much more colder than any ice age.
As Geist talked the air around him seemed to get colder and colder. He had a very distant look on his face. Does he know what he's doing? she wondered. He didn't seem to, because the room was getting so cold that she was almost set to shiver. Then a very odd thing happenned, her hair got completely iced over. She watched as it turned a dreary flaxen color underneath the frost. She stopped moving, she actually was able to stop moving. There was no great energy welling up inside her, trying to break free, it was like she was a normal person again. Her breath caught in a mixture of shock and awe.
He stared blankly into the tv as a pointless and awfully brain numbing comercial appeared on it. The silence of the room broke his concentration, lookn off to his side he noticed the fogging up of the windows. Sitting up straight he turned his attention to the ever weakening Jaya "Hey.. hey!! you ok?? say something.. HEY!" reaching over to her but retracting his arm once he figured out what was wrong.