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.
Raven took a hold of the two plates that were covered with his dinner. "Have a seat, By the way, never cool red wine my dear, that's not good for it" he smiled an blinked. He opened a cabin where he had stored his wines. Red, white everything from expensive to cheap he had stored there. He took a hold of a cheap one since his unexpected company was pretty much low life trash in his eye's.
A cabinet next to whine he pulled out 2 whine glasses and walked it over the table. The wine glasses were set on the table and the cork was being unscrewed. Wine was being poured into the glasses while Raven put on a song with a remote devise he had slipped in his hands during the whine exploration. A smooth song was playing on the background and Raven sat down, "Bon appetite" The gas was raised and he took a zip from his wine. "Interested in sharing a life story?"
Interesting. Again the thought about the fact he had tried to kill her, and still held a death threat to her should he find her working the way she was again. Yet they were sharing a meal now. How F***** up was that?
She finished scooping out mashed potatoes then the green bean that she had left long, taking in the hopeful leftovers. One plate wouldn’t fill her up nearly enough, thanks to the recent healing her body had done. She hated her mutation.
The dishes were set, the wine was poured, and through all the movements of getting the food, Sara hadn’t once turned her back fully on her companion. Huhh. She didn’t even know what to call him. Ok so she had a few choice names floating around in her head, but he hadn’t given his preferred name.
"Bon appetite. Interested in sharing a life story?"
“Maybe, but I don’t tend to hold long conversations with people I don’t know the names of yet.” She replied as she removed her work vest, so that the red tank top was in full view, and hung it on the back of her chair. On the back of her, right, shoulder blade, there was the numbers 0623 branded into her. Most of the time, she forgot about that scare. Old times when she was called a number. “Most call me Sara, that is when they aren’t using other choice fraises.”
Raven sat back and was enjoying his meal. So the woman was called Sara, but funny enough he was more interested in those other fraises the woman could be called. "Then I guess it will be polite enough to introduce myself too, Raven Lario. If you wish to call me different so be it". He wanted to finish his meal up as fast as possible since he actually had some more stuff to do, like cleaning up the mess they made. Polishing his guns and testing out his new grappling gadget were also on the to do list.
The wine was tasting good, he poured the glasses full again and took the glass to his nose to smell the beautiful cent of it. Followed by taking a zip of the wine, Raven took his lat bite of the meat and cleaned his mouth with a napkin. "Since we have introduced our selfs, care to explain more about yourself?" He put down his wine glass and stood up taking his empty plate over to the counter. He looked back around to check if the woman had interest in what Raven asked, if not he hoped she would leave him to peace. All that went threw Raven's head was how spectacular it would be if out of nowhere a bullet went threw Sara's head. Shame that would never happen....
Sara raised an eye brow at how fast the man ate. Sipping the wine she wrinkled her nose at the thought. Hurrying through the meal. Meals are something pleasurable. Why rush? Even if the company could use improvement.
She had only taken a few bites out of her mashed potatoes. The green beans were still on her plate, and he still had most her steak. “With me, what you see is what you get.” She sipped her wine, then followed that with a piece of steak. “I’m part cat and I heal. I mean a living through theft.” Not that Sara was proud of that. Still keeping her attention on Raven, she slumped in her chair, chewing her meat. At the new angle, he might be able to see the numbers on the back of her shoulder now.
Raven listened to what Sara had to say, healing factor, shame he didn't have that.... He took a good look to something he saw flashing by at her shoulder, some sort of number was branded into her shoulder. "Why don't you learn a real profession, you've got enough qualities for some jobs, but if you don't try you will always be looked at as filth, like I see you" Raven was not really being nice to her, most of that was because she trashed his place and he is the one to clean up this mess. "That brand, the registration act I presume? Or something older?"
Getting to know a bit more background about his suspect was always nice, could be handy if he came across her another time. "I myself was against the act, not that you would care I think, but still Mutants and Humans should live in peace, no hatred nor discrimination. Clean streets is the future". Something he could never stop to do, squeeze in a little of his faith, his cause, his own goal. Raven thought back for a second to his past where a criminal was send to release, and murdered several people, that criminal was a mutant indeed, with hatred for mankind. In the end, all that the criminal could feel, was the pain he put others threw and death came short after.
Sara turned her glass with the rest of her wine making little waves in her glass. Sipping that, then eating some more.
"Why don't you learn a real profession, you've got enough qualities for some jobs, but if you don't try you will always be looked at as filth, like I see you"
“Yeah, well. You’d think so. I’ve tried and no one will hire someone like me. I’d go through life wanting to know the differences between myself and those standing behind the cash registers, at the supermarket but that difference is sort of obvious.” She waved her free hand as she finished her wine, and emptied her plate. “I do what I have enough qualities for.” Even if the qualities weren’t her choice.
"That brand, the registration act I presume? Or something older?"
“Much older.” Sara stood up from the table and moved, with her plate, to the sink. “I’ve had it since I was little. The place where I was at wanted me to have a number but that turned into a game of seeing if they could leave a legible scar. It took over 57 tries and two weeks before the brand even began to stick.”
"I myself was against the act, not that you would care I think, but still Mutants and Humans should live in peace, no hatred nor discrimination. Clean streets is the future"
“Well the streets hill have to get worst before someone really will get people’ attention to change it. Even then, things can still go down hill. Look how people still discriminate against those with darker skin.” She refilled her glass for a second helping of his wine before she completely packed up her food, and left. “Look, I want peace too, but I just can’t see it happening. There’s too much fear already. So I figure I’ll just make sure I’ll survive. I’ve watched what happens when you stick your neck out for those that already fear you. You get beaten up by them while sacrificing part of yourself to save them. I’ve bleed enough.”
The woman was right in the eye's of many other people, but Raven didn't wanna hear anymore. "You speak if your the only one getting hurt for this matter. Bleeding is a part of healing, and that's what's going to happen in these streets. If you're not a part of the solution, your part of the problem. 57 times must have hurt, but why go down the wrong path? That will only prove them right".
Raven had it with this woman, she made him dinner, he poured her wine, but that was all. His feelings for her were hatred, but out of discretion he did not act. "I'm sorry but I'm going to have you to ask to give up the bag of diamonds you took back earlier. He winked and opened his hand waiting for her to reply or just throw the bag.
Sara hated admitting when someone was right. So that wasn’t something she would do for this moment. Not even in her own mind. He didn’t know her. He didn’t live on the street. She knew that, because he had a stove. And he didn’t need to tell her how to work.
Ok yeah. Maybe a few of her actions weren’t the bet lately. She still had to eat, and if she listened to him, completely, she’d starve. She downed her second glass of wine in one gulp as she listened, and grabbed two more of the steaks, Wrapping them up for the road and leaving her dinner companion with the rest. Mashed potatoes and green beans didn’t exactly travel well when you didn’t have the right containers. “I’ll compromise.” Sara said after having packed her share of leftovers. She hefted the bag of her stash. Digging in the top and pulling out a necklace of large pearls. This was the order she had to fill, the rest were for her own pocket. Plus it wasn’t a jewel. He said bag of jewels. “I get the bag of pearls, you get the jewels.”
With the pearls in one hand, she flung the open bag out to the side. All the jewels, rings, necklaces, and pins flew across, straight at Raven, and scattered around the room. Sara turned to leave the room. Dropping the pearls into her little black Sack, and securing that to her belt.
Raven watched as he saw all the jewels scatter around the ground, if it wasn't a mess already. "Don't let me catch you again" Raven waved once while his eye's saw the thief going for the door. He gave a look around the room, all sorts of valuables could be seen throughout the mess he and Sara made this day. "What a day, all thats left to do is some cleaning up" He put on some music and started piking up the valuables to return to the shop owner.