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.
Ira looked up to find himself in front of an abandoned building with the strange boy in his arms. He put the boy down and looked around at the abandoned area. All the buildings looked kind of unused but the building right before him was in appearance the perfect picture of an abandoned building. He looked down at the strange boy, wondering why the hell he'd helped him. The boy looked at him and he felt a tugging on his mind that he hadn't noticed before. So thats his trick, thought Ira before his thoughts became all fuzzy and insubstantial. New thoughts formed. What a nice young man. I wonder whats inside that big ole' building? I shall investigate. Those thoughts were of course implanted ones.
Ira took two steps forward then collapsed without warning. His body tumbled down to the sidewalk, ending with a loud clang of his head hitting the concrete. Ira felt very strange, and could tell he was starting to lose his hold on the body. His vision blurred in and out of focus and the young man leaned down to look at him, intrigued. Finally he lost his hold on the body and blue light emerged from within it, floating up then arcing over to the ground next to the adamantium body. The light condensed, and Ira in his flesh body materialised from it. Ira opened his eyes and looked at the boy/young man. He didn't seem to know anything about what had just happened to him, and now that Ira had his flesh body back, he realised that it was the problem. His stomach bellowed out and twisted and churned horribly, and its contents surged up through him, gushing out of his mouth, splashing all over the sidewalk. The boy took a step back in disgust. Ira muscles shook, and he felt his strength draining, escaping him along with his digestive liquids. He hurled again, and stared at a large chunk that had come out that time. Isn’t that part of… aw man I knew I shouldn’t have trusted eating that hobo. Damn it, what an idiot! No more hobos for me, from now on its prime meat only. He hurled again.
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Later… The young man handed him a cup of chicken noodle soup. Ira gratefully took it and began to scoff it. He’d waited until he was sure that he’d gotten the entire hobo out of his system before he started eating, and now he was feeling a lot better. Unfortunately he doubted that he’d get his old strength back any time soon, but he was feeling about as normal as he was going to get so he finished the chicken noodles and stood up to go. The young man stopped him and told him to wait there. He went into the abandoned building and came back with a short, round, old man. The old man held out his hand to Ira, who took it and shook. ”I’m Mr Ferg. I assume you are the one called Iratio?” Ira nodded. ”I have a job proposition for you. I heard that you had a little health problem recently but I think you’ll do fine. I am looking for a bounty hunter. Interested?” Ira thought for a moment. ”Maybe. Who am I going to kill, and what’s the pay?” ”The pay is whatever you want. The target is a mutant known as Zeke, we have some data on him-” he hands Ira a small notebook ”that should explain all you need to know about him. What pay do you require?” asked the round man. Ira looked over the notebook briefly and thought about this. He pocketed the notebook and said ”I’ll take the job. As for the pay, I want 2 million and this property - ” he gestured to the abandoned building “ – with a decent house on it. And, I’ll need a decent car to do the job.” The round man nodded and shook Ira’s hand, sealing the deal. He took a cell phone out of his pocket and sent someone a txt. ”Your multi-terrain vehicle will arrive soon. When you are done, contact us to collect payment.” he handed Ira a business card, then got a taxi and left. Ira turned to talk to the young man, but he was gone too. Ira straightened up his trench coat and waited for his vehicle to arrive.
A few minutes passed, and the vehicle had not yet arrived. Ira glanced around and noticed that his adamantium golem body was still lying face-down on the sidewalk. It was too heavy for him to move, he decided, with or without telekinesis. He couldn't just leave it there, or someone would nick off with it. Instead of moving it, he concluded, he'd just move the sidewalk up and hide the body underneath. He closed his eyes and the ground rumbled and the sidewalk, split and seemed to swallow up the body, closing up afterward, leaving no more evidence than a few more cracks in the concrete. Ira turned his attention back to the streets and back to waiting.
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More time passed. Finally, Ira saw a large truck turning a corner towards him. It pulled up over next to him and stopped. A man got out and asked if he was Ira, he said yes and the man went to the back of the truck and opened it. Ira followed him around and looked inside. Ira whistled in awe. Inside the truck was a very stylish looking black sports car. The truck driver handed him a manual which he flicked through, and whistled again. The car wasn't just a car, it was also a low altitude jet and boat. The man who hired him must REALLY want Zeke dead. Ira signed the delivery form for the driver, then climbed into the MTV (multi-terrain-vehicle) and drove it out of the truck. It handled very smoothly.
