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.
Jude couldn't seem to shake physical mutation traits. His mutation collected them like the bag lady on 23rd collected fast food wrappers. It didn't do either of them any good.
So far, he had met a triangular eyeballed man, a boy with shark teeth, a gargoyle girl and some sort of fire lizard man who was stuck half shifted. That left Jude with a running total of red snake-like skin, a tail, sharp teeth, horns, a forked tongue, bird-like feet, wings and a French accent.
People crossed themselves and called him Satan.
He didn't dare go back to Future Sight until he got this matter straightened out. Without the mutation that gave him wings actually active, they folded uselessly on his back. He didn't have the necessary muscles developed to keep them unfurled let alone to flap them enough to keep him aloft.
Maybe if he climbed up something and jumped off, he could glide? It was worth trying. Especially since the ground level didn't seem to appreciate his current, delicate mental state.
Big Satans don't cry.
Out of spite, he used his sharpened fingers to help him climb a church bell tower. From up high, he could see more of the city. It was a shame that he could not see what people's mutations were. If he could, then he would find someone that could change their shape or maybe someone that shifted into looking like someone else… then he could turn back into himself. Or at least he could turn back into looking like a person. That would be a step in the right direction.
He opened his wings. It was like holding a rubber band at full tension. His back muscles just were not used to that particular motion and strain. He let the wings close again.
At the very least, he wanted to find a way to grow up. An aging man or a time mutant. Ghost once told him about a man that had magical mutant bubbles that could turn back time. Didn't that mean they could turn time forward as well? He needed to keep his triangle eyes out for the right kinds of mutants.
In the end, he didn't have the courage to jump from the bell tower. He ended up curling up against a guard rail to sleep. He woke with the bells that called petitioners out for morning prayers.
He tried the wings again. After a night of folding and un-folding they were sore. But maybe, just maybe it was a little easier.
Hungry, he realized that he didn't have anywhere to go. He didn't even know where to begin looking for the mutants he needed to be the Jude he wanted to be. He took his time thinking on it and decided that churches were for charity. He could ask them to point him in the right direction. Maybe for some food too. He took the stairs down from the tower top to the inside of the church.
It was pretty empty this early. A worried looking man sat in the front row so absorbed in his prayers and so disheveled that Jude thought he might have been there from last night.
There was the distinct sound of someone settling into one side of the wooden confessional booths.
Jude stepped into the one that just been opened for business.
"I'm not really Cathsolic. Can I ask you sings anyway?"
"How old are you, son?"
He stopped to consider this and decided that the best answer was the physical answer. "Twelve, sir."
"There is no better time to learn. Our Lord Jesus entered the temple at 12 as well. Ask your questions."
"I…" Didn't know where to start. So he looked at his red, clawed hands and started with the first thing that popped into his head. "Am I being punished? Does God punish people for being bad?"
"We are taught that vengeance is the Lord's." The priest recited. "But His is also a message of forgiveness. Why do you think you are being punished?"
"I lived my life selfishly. I used my psychic power for my own gain as much as I used it to benefit others. Then, one day I woke up a child. No power. No position. No…" He searched for the word. This would have been a simpler conversation to hold in French. "autonomy."
"I see." That wasn't enough to tell the man's opinion on Jude's story so he continued.
"I thought maybe that being a child again is my punishment?"
"How did you come to be young for the second time?"
By never actually growing up in the first place. That was the real answer, but it wasn't one that Jude enjoyed particularly. "This time, when I have my power, I am not a psychic. I am a kid with no power. I only copy someone else's."
"And you copied someone who ages in reverse, maybe?"
Jude made an uneasy noise. It wasn't a lie if it was something the priest came to believe on his own, was it? Or maybe that became a lie of omission. He promised Svetlana that he would not turn into a villain. Lying might take him down that path so Jude had to amend. "I don't sink so. Non."
"You believe that you are being punished by God."
"It sounded less silly when I said it." He grumbled.
"Have you ever considered that this is perhaps a chance for redemption? You can start again, be a less selfish person this time."
"I am already trying zis. For a year I am trying zis."
"And you are tired of being a child?"
"I miss being able to take care of myself."
A short pause. "And?"
"And zere is a woman I love…"
The man behind the divider chuckled. "Isn't there always? I believe He sent you to me for a reason. If you go in peace and walk a path of righteousness, I think you'll find your prayers have been answered."
Satan peeked out of his confessional booth, looked around as if guilty and took off toward the back exit.
With each step, he gradually grew. His bones hurt with every step, but he thought his legs might just be asleep from sitting. By the time Jude was down the street and seeking a hot dog breakfast, his pant legs split.
He stopped and looked down at them.
It was hard to tell between the scales, but… was that hair peeking out underneath his high water jeans? His jeans had been too long at confession. Now they were much too small and too tight. The cuffs had all but shredded.
Jude's wings stretched nervously, cutting a business man off mid power-walk.
"Hey, Man! Watch it with those things!"
Man. He called Jude a man.
His excited sharkey smile made the businessman side step rather than stay for a fight. Jude caught his reflection in a window behind the escaping business man.
He was taller. His shoulders were broader and his hair was longer.
Jude appeared to be in his late teens.
If you go in peace and walk a path of righteousness, I think you'll find your prayers have been answered.
The priest... was a mutant? And being non-violent and walking made him older?
"Three dogs? I mean, they're pretty big, man." Jude felt absolutely ravenous. He could probably eat the whole cart's worth, but only had enough in his pocket for three. He nodded once and admired his growing beard in the shiny cart's reflective siding.
"Don' say I dinnit warn you."
By now, his pockets were so tight that he had to use his claws to shred the bottom of the pocket out of the denim in order for the coins to fall out. While he was at it, he slit the sides to keep from shredding the jeans entirely.
The frenchman counted the coins over to the vendor's open palm with dainty precision. After watching him slice up his own clothes, the man seemed to appreciate the effort it took for Jude not to cut him.
"Hey-a. If Mickey York is still down there when ya get back, tell 'im I told 'im so."
"Oh? Does he live in Manhattan?" Jude's voice cracked, but was far more concerned with eating. He practically inhaled the first hot dog.
Staaaaaaaaaaarving. If he weren't already red from being part lizard boy man, Jude was sure he would be sun burned. He had been out all day walking around and looking for a shifter mutant. He needed someone to get him normal again. At one point, Jude had gotten so old that his beard hard started to turn gray. He had passed the point of feeling strong and started feeling weak as when he was a child. Only now he had some serious aches to add on.
Apparently he had walked too much.
So he tried walking backwards.
The priest in the booth was not old. He had to be able to walk around somehow and not die of old age. Jude, in his excitement, had just walked a little too much today.
Backwards didn't do it. He tried sitting.
It took him a while to figure out that probably nothing was happening there either. How did he do it?
Cartwheels?
Jumping jacks?
He tried just about everything he could think of before flopping down horizontally on a city bench, exhausted.
Resting made him feel better.
A lot better actually.
He walked to his reflection and voila! His beard was brown again. All he needed was a good nap and he could be young again, though... to be safe he didn't close his eyes. He didn't want to wake up as a child ever again.