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.
He kissed her. Just a peck but t let her know that if he could spring a surprise kiss on her then she was entirely too close. She scooted back until her arms went from dangling around his neck to her lap. It was also a good excuse to take moment to comb through some of what she'd gotten.
"Jim... uhm... I don't think you remember his last name. Carvey? Maybe?" It sort of felt at the tip of her brain. She hoped it was as equally hard for him to recall as it was for her.
As for Ahab, "His arm." She remembered seeing a presentation at school, well Aedus did... "Remember that kid who dressed up as Ahab to do his book report? He taped his arm behind his back and thought it was so cool he left it all day?" What a nerd. "Hey, did you actually read any of that book or just skim the good stuff during his presentation?"
“Carvey sounds right to me.” he should have asked her questions he remembered the answers to.
“Oh yeah! He was so goofy.” he exclaimed, she was looking at memories he left in the dusty boxes of high school info. “And mmm, I read some of them. I don’t know something about being required to read, it takes some of the fun out of it. Wait. I know.” He snatched the Dr. Seuss book of the coffee table.
“Lets see what you got Noel.” Before he let her dive into his brain again, they should see how well it worked. She retreated and so he drew his hands back as well, let’s not get carried away you two. He watched her eyes in excitement, he knew she could remember him reading stuff, but could she do it?
Now it was the real test. The one they'd all been waiting for. She was nervous.
"I remember seeing this book. You don't remember all the words. It's been a while..." And it was weird acknowledging that these memories were both his and hers now. She remembered a father's embrace and his thick man's finger running along the words.
Noel accepted the book with complete seriousness. She understood the nostalgia now.
"If I Ran the Circus by Dr. Seuss." She read it, a little blocky around the edges, but she didn't have to stop and sound out each letter as she had before. She had the memory of experience behind her to tell her that Dr. Seuss was so not pronounced as it looked like she thought it should be said.
"In all the whole town, the most wonderful spot," The more she read, the more natural it felt. She'd done this before. Or, rather, Aedus had done this before. Many times in fact. "Is behind Sneelock's Store in the big vacant lot." What the heck? Sneelock? "I don't think Dr. Seuss is a very good first book. He makes up words and stuff."
Nodding encouragingly Aedus clamped his mouth shut and let her do it, " It has been awhile." he echoed. He moved to a more comfortable position on the couch, they weren't making out so he didn't quite need to be crowding her as much as he was.
"Good job." He confirmed quietly, though with the confidence she said the title and author, he knew she had it. he fought the urge to try to get her to jump up and down with him.
" Nah, that's why its perfect, because you are going to come across words that you haven't seen before, and it forces you to figure out how to read something you haven't read." He simply loved the book.
"but if you'd rather we could go ahead and skip to a movie with subtitles and see how well you can follow along, every so often the words don't match what they say perfectly, but its a good movie.
"Movie. Sure." Her head was feeling rather full and when she stood up to stretch, Noel saw the time.
"Oh crap. I have to get to work. Short shift, but... uh, can I leave my stuff here? I still gotta take you to the shooting range anyway." Had she over stepped her bounds and stayed over too long? It was far past breakfast and fast approaching lunch and her shift time now. "Doesn't have to be today. Don't want to monopolize you or anything."
Again Noel checked to see if she'd left anything behind. Her phone was on the coffee table since she'd gotten it out earlier. She replaced it in her pocket and grabbed one last bite of waffle which was by now soggy and cold. Also, still better than anything she'd ever managed to cook up. "You should say hi' to your mom for me."
Aedus glanced at the clock, time had flown by. “Yeah, you can leave your stuff, and whenever you want to go we can. No worries. I’ve got the day so, no big plans here, give me call and we can figure it out.”
He watched her search the room for her things, Aedus hopped up from the coach and grabbed a large baggy of mixed fruit, from the fridge and a diet coke. And put it in a plastic bag. “I can make you something for lunch if you have more time but it seems like you’re going to be late and this should get you threw a short shift.” He handed her the plastic shopping bag.
He grinned at the thought that Noel was a friend that now knew him as well or better than most. “I will. You want company to the subway?” He walked to the door.
Noel was halfway out the door when suddenly there was a Dt. Coke there. Ready for her. And a baggy of fruit.
She looked up at Aedus. "You are a saint." He was the best person ever. Seriously. She wasn't getting misty-eyed. There was just uh something in her eye. That was it, yeah.
Noel took the snack. "You can come if you want. Just gotta run." She jogged down the stairs and took a brisk pace toward the subway. Really. He could follow if he wanted, but she wasn't much for talking. She was on a mission. Get to work!
Saint Aedus. he could get used to that. Aedus. Pushed his feet into his shoes grabbed his key and locked his door behind him and waited for Noel to make it a bit ahead. He put his but on the rail and started to slide down the rail. they told him not to free run in the building but sometimes he couldn't resist. at the bottom of the rail he started to gain on her again and was soon right next to her keeping pace.
There wasn't much conversation to be had other than warning others that they were coming threw. It was fun, moving like a pack threw a herd of pedestrians, They closed on the point where they split up last time.
Aedus put his hands to his knees in a huff. "Have a good day!" he called as he watched her go.
She did have a good day. Noel blamed it on the Dt. Coke and her new found habit of chewing on pen caps in the slow hours of the day. Pen caps had a lot to tell her about people and things. She saw many signatures and many, many more documents. Now that she could read, these things were infinitely more interesting. She still didn't understand it all. Biology and genes and stuff. But some things were easier than others to piece together.
By the end of the day, her head was so full she had to text Aedus. "Rain check. I'll have to take you to the shooting range another time." Falling into bed had never been so satisfying.