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.
Nail watched as the bus that had brought him to the city slowely lumbered out of site. his eyes scanned the ever moving crowds of people with places to go and things to do.
"... Now what do I do..."
The past two weeks seemed like a faded and redundant dream. A dream of faceless people aboard the same bus as him, with the same scenery passing by over and over. Now he had made his way to New York, never really realising this was his overall destination.
Unsure of what to even begin to do, he found himself swept away in the current of moving bodies in the street. He moved along with them without really caring. He figured the current of people would most likely drift him someplace. A place he could figure out what to do, or find someone who might help him...
Eventually he found himself in a less buisy part of the city, and also in front of a cheap looking resturant.
"I think I deserve to blow a few bucks..."
He was planning on eating the place out of buisness. If he did that, he would be able to go longer without having to waste as much money on food later on.
He stepped inside and was almost greeted immediately by a cute waitress. They went through the usuall chit-chat as she led him to a booth. He was good at making small talk, mostely because he grew up in a very friendly nieghborhood as a child.
It didn't take long for he to pick up on his canadian accent... He always hated it when people laughed whenever he said "about". He laughed with her though, and quickly changed the subject, asking for some buttered rolls and a coke before be decided on his main course.
It was about the time that the waitress walked away that a few shady looking punks walked in. They where all dressed in leather jackets, all with the same haircut. And they were loud too... which you could tell pissed almost everyone else in the place off.
They didn't wait to be seated, but just sat down. The place was pretty much empty, so it didn't make much of a difference. What they did next however was uncalled for.
The waitress who he had been talking to earlier, was apparently the only one on staff and found herself trying to take their order. The punks on the other hand had something else in mind.
"Damn girl. Whats a fine woman like yourself doin here?"
"Ahaha...now boys I... I'm not supposed to..."
"Loosen up baby. We just want to show you a good time."
One of the jerks actually reached out and started touching her, Thats what sent Nail jumping out of his seat. He wasn't the only person. The manager, who was apparently italian, came out barking at them from the back room. The waitress had by now tried to back off, bu the assholes had jumped up to pin her against the wall. The brave manager tried to get them off of her, but one of the other males had pulled out a knife, and gutted him without a second thought.
Nail was the only other customer other than two other men, who were completely ignoring the injustice taking place. It was about now that one of the four punks spotted him, and it was the one with the knife.
"You looking to bleed too boy..."
Nail was too filled with hate for these lowlives to be in any way fightened for his own life.
"I'm more of a man than any of you. Now let her go..."
Nail wasn;t sur exactly how he was going to deal with this. He didn't want to hurt anyone, even if they diserved too. He was completely alone, without anyone or anything to fall back on. He truely didn't want what happened last time to happen again.
The punks were serious. They didn't give him much time to think about what he was going to do. The one who had pulled a knife rushed him quickly, leaving him little time to dodge. He was successful in avoiding a horizontal slash by his chest, but he was not able to avoid the stab that came shortly after.
As he watched in horror as the sharp blade came rushing in, all he could do was cringe in fear of the inevitable. This was far to simmalar to what happened last time.
However, instead of the blade ripping through his stomach quickly silently, he instead felt nothing, and heard only the chime of mettle scratching along something hard. Looking down, Nail realised it had happened again. He had been saved by his "gift".
The attacker was stunned for a moment by what he saw. Instead of flesh, he blade instead ripped through his shirt exposing glimering crystal, and harmlessly bouncing off of it. It was during this moment that Nail, now pumped with addrenaline, took up a neaby chair, and slammed it across the punches head.
The kid fell to the ground in pain, relatively uninjured, but no doubt having one hell of a head ache. The rest of the puks stepped back alittle, both from Nail, and from the waitress. Nail knew it wasn't because he was just took one of them down, but because of what he was.
"What the hell are you dude! F^$#in freak!"
The boy on the ground stammered back the the others before they all ran out of the resturant together like a pack of scared dogs. Nail was left in there with the heavily injured manager an the waitress.
He couldn't stand how she seemed so confused. How she was grateful to him, yet how she was frightened of him. He couldn't stand it.
"Call the ambulence already!" He told her.
She jumped at this, and verting her eyes from him, she quickly ran to the phone in the back room to call for help. He took this oppurtunity to leave to scene. He wasn't good at dealing with authorities, espiecially when theres a chance you could be locked up simply for being different... like he was.
