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.
As Iara entered the house, Merc got out of his vehicle, looked both ways down the street and crossed it to lean against Iara's bike, arms folded over his chest. He waited patiently for her to exit the building, and when she did, he spoke up. "Where are you going from here?"
"You need my help is why. And I don't want anything from you, outside of the mere entertainment seeing you flounder and fail might bring me, but then again, I could merely step away from your bike and see that. Revenge and vengefulness are the two easiest emotions to read, outside of sadness, and you're exhibiting more than your fair share of both."
"I said you needed my help, not I was going to help you. As I stated before, nothing is free, and my services certainly are not nothing." he said and stepped away from her bike, to allow her to leave without his intrusion, but also to have the opportunity to inquire further.
"My going rate is two grand, for something simple and easy. This, however, will be neither, as I can tell you now, two grand will be the upfront fee. And given this is concerning Mick, who was a half-decent human-being, I'll give you a discount of 25%."
She went to a secret compartment on her bike and it scanned her fingerprint. An opening in the bike appeared and she reached in and pulled out a wad of cash.
"i do belieive this is the rainy day I've been preparing for." she handed him the wad. "Thats 5k."
"Preferably, other forms leave a paper trail," he stated and watched her dig out the cash from her bike. He looked at the wad for a moment, then back to her. "I don't do business out in the open. A quiet place away from prying eyes where we can discuss this properly so you know what it is you are getting yourself into. And besides, I said the down payment was two thousand, not a penny more."
He glanced back to his car and then once more to her. "Have you a preferred private place?"
Merc rolled his shoulders. Public library, not exactly private, and the occasional mother wandering by did not help much. It was, however, away from the prying eyes that could have been watching Mick's home. "You must understand that entering into such an agreement is a very final endeavor." He started off, waiting for a note of confirmation or disproval.
Merc shrugged to her first comment, and verbally answered her second one. "I know not, I'm not a psychic. I can, however, tell you that if certain authorities come looking, she would likely be the first suspect, as would anyone directly connected to those involved. I am, however, uncertain if not doing something would be worse than doing something. Sloven rarely does something just for the sheer hell of it, and while the hit on Mick today was sloppy, I would be surprised if he did not have something in the works for Angela as well."
Merc nodded, deposited the twenty hundreds into his wallet, knowing full well that anyone who chose to try to pick his pocket would have to worry about a lot more than a possible fine and jail sentence, and rose from his seat at the library table. "I take it you will be at Mick's home?"
Merc asked the question out of politeness mostly, it did not matter to him where she was, as he would find her regardless once his job was complete, and there were very few places she could go that he could not find her. He made his living over finding people, and usually ending their existence, and this instance would be no different. "Or should I come looking for you somewhere else?"