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.
She was not pleased, that much was clear. Well, she's a mutant too, apparently. It's probably helpful for me that her mutation seems useless. How was he going to remedy this situation? Besides outing himself as a mutant, he was also quite rude using his powers in a match.
He sighed, fumbling over his thoughts. "Well, I was not expecting you to punch me and I'm sorta rusty and it was sort of an instinct." He had to slow down; he was all over the place. "It was my shadow."
"Who are you? Peter Pan?" Sarcasm abounded. The flavor of her words confused her and sapped her anger. Her name wasn't Wendy was it? She actually thought about that. Nope. Wendy didn't feel right.
She sighed. "I said anything goes. I suppose it counts." Which meant if she didn't get her gear back in hand, she was forfeiting the fight.
Noel fumbled with her helmet and realized she was just too sore to lift her arms above her head without some serious shaking. "Think I'm gonna have to let you have this one." Noel walked over for the sword and grabbed it back up off the ground. She felt like rubber and apparently was shouting at strangers now. Yeah. Totally time to go home.
Ha, Peter Pan. Disregarding everything about the situation, that was clever. All things considered, she was taking the situation in stride; it took a big person to say that a shadowy amorphous mutant shape was within the rules of their fencing match.
She was conceding; maybe it was because of his powers? That was such a downer... he came here to get some practice in. "Are you sure? I can keep from using my powers." It would take some time to find a new sparring partner, and that would be a hassle. He'd prefer to keep this pretty opponent.
He sounded a little desperate. They had not gotten very far once the kid gloves were off and it did feel like she was quitting just because she lost. "Mmm. Maybe one more." The more tired she was, the more prone to injury she would be but... well, she did have a unicorn at home.
Noel tossed the helmet aside rather than mess with it. "Use your power. It'll be good practice." She flicked her braid behind her shoulder, switched which hand was holding the epée in and lifted her shaking arm. When she got back to the gym, she would need to work out her legs to get some sort of balance in how sore her body was.
She tossed aside her helm and switched to her other hand which, unless she started herself off with a disadvantage, was her weak side. This woman's behavior was peculiar. Maybe there's something that I don't know? Whatever, it did not matter right now; this woman gave him the impression that she would was proud enough for him not to question her.
He would, however, do just that when she invited him to use his powers. "Are you sure about that? I can't think of a way that would be anything close to fair." He objected, but he did prepare himself regardless. He removed his helmet as well; it did not feel fair otherwise. He returned to his stance, but now he was allowing his shadow to be ready, emerging from the ground in two shapes almost like waves flanking him on each side. If she wanted him to use his power, he was sure going to give her a good workout. He assumed they would work within the rules like his body rather than his sword; not counting as a qualified strike, but certainly "physical contact."
"Life isn't fair." At least his power wasn't to fling lightning or combust on command. These shadows were just extra obstacles... and extra targets. Just as in a real fight, she wanted to find his limits. And then stab them.
Life never was fair.
She advanced in a measured way. Less eépe style sword play this time. Instead she went with something more Germanic that usually went with a bigger, broader blade. The eépe wasn't built for the relentless pounding rhythm of swings meant to crush an enemy rather than cut them, but metals were sturdier now. The thin blade whipped back and and forth after her every swing, but only after a block did it fluctuate most wildly.
If Noel had a dominant hand, it didn't show. She'd trained with both and this side was fresher than the last.
His opponent was much more aggressive now. If he tried to peek into her mind, he would expect that she was done fencing; she was battling now. His swings were becoming more defensive, which was not usually a good sign.
If he was gonna be allotted use of his shadow, he might as well take advantage. He commanded both waves to assault her like bolts of shadows. He coordinated them; one came straight on at her left shoulder and the other swept around to flank her right side.
She caught the sweeping movement of the... whatever that was to her right and brought her foot up to kick it. It was instinct. If she'd remembered it was shadow her brain would have laughed at her for trying to kick a shadow. Imagine her surprise when her foot connected with something. Even worse, something else connected with her left shoulder like a shove and put her off balance.
She didn't fall, but she did have to start taking a less aggressive tactic to this fight. If she was fighting three solid things, three things that could hit her... she needed to defend against three things. THat really did put her at a severe disadvantage. Next chance she got, she tried slashing through a shadow just to see what affect it had on the shadow and the man. With her mind engaged in the fight, she didn't feel the fatigue as severely.
One shadow was deflected, but the other made contact. Nate expected as much, watching his opponent shoved back a few steps. It was not a typical instinct to watch from all angels when fighting one person, and she was doing admirably, to be fair.
Her next strike was on the shadow, which showed curiosity on her part. To be honest, he wanted to see how well his shadow could handle the blade as well. The answer was "moderately well;" the blade sunk into the shadow, leaving a dent in it. He felt the impact as a light pressure that indicated contact, but thankfully he did not share pain with the form.
He reformed the shadow around the blade, grabbing it and pushing it away. (Debatably legal, but the rules were hazy in this situation.) He took the opportunity to lunge forward and hope for the best, his second shadow ready to shield him in a worst case scenario.
Her blade caught in the shadow. It had texture and substance like nothing she had ever sliced before, but it was sliceable. Really that was all she needed to know.
Then it yanked on her blade. Okay. So maybe she needed to know that the thing with no discernible shape or hands or definite boundaries could actually grab things too. Why did she even bother being surprised anymore?
It yanked her forward and so the most logical thing to do was to step into it. She could then keep her balance, be too close for a planned attack to land where planned. Also, when leading with her elbow, it had the added benefit of potentially connecting said elbow to the closest face (or shadow).
Of course, she didn't expect him to lunge too. This was going to be an epic collision.
Well, he was not prepared for an incoming elbow. He withdrew a shadow between himself and the assault, but his timing was off. The shadow still caught the impact, but it carried enough weight that the shadow and elbow pushed into his face, hitting him in the cheekbone. He staggered back, thankful that he did not take the full strength of the blow to the face; Quin would be less than happy to hear his explanation for a busted face.
Before he withdrew, the tip of his blade caught something, but he was preoccupied. For all he knew, he could have hit her sword or it could have been some part of her body. It did not matter to him.
There was distance between the two for a moment, and he was going to take advantage of that. He grinned, tossing both shadows at her. It was not until they closed the gap that he reminded her that an amorphous shadow should not be trusted to stay in two places at once. He split the shadows into four bolts apiece, approaching from various angles.
Throwing elbows was good and everything. Less good when noses didn't break under them also less good when met with unexpected forward momentum, but still good. The blunted point of his epée dug in just under her ribs. Holy cow. If this had been the real thing, she would be dead.
Noel took a few vigorous steps back and her opponent did the same. The space didn't last long, but it was long enough for her to get her sword between them again. And when there were two shadows coming for her, she launched herself backward again and lashed out with the sword in a quick mix of defensive kendo and fencing. She used precise, blunt strikes meant to keep such things at bay.
Which was good because where there were two, there now were four. Defending against two that were in a simple arc was alright, defending against four when she was surrounded? Impossible.
The brunette dropped low and tried to dive between two of them. Also, she tried not to stab herself in the meantime.
It was good for Nate that the room they were fighting in was well lit; it was easier to make strong, solid shadows in the proper conditions. The brunette changed her tactic after the split, trying to depend on agility to avoid his attack.
He considered moving in to join the attack, but he was enjoying his chasing game. He branched the shadow off into several directions, thinning out the shadow, creating an ever-shifting web. This feels a lot like fighting a human... I wonder what her mutation even is. Maybe that was a question for later. For the moment, he undid some of his shadows and formed arms that pursued her, aiming to grab her arms, (or whatever they could get with their subpar reaction time, really.)
She dove between two shadows but there were more. Thinner, grabbier, everywhere. It seemed they were unavoidable. Last ditch time. Noel hurled her sword at him javelin style as the wispy strands wrapped around her arms and pulled her down. She couldn't help but make a frustrated "Augh!" on the way down. She just couldn't win.
The hands grabbed her, just as he intended, each finding an arm to wrap around.
Unfortunately, she thought outside of the box well. The blade came wobbling through the air, aimed particularly well at his head. He did his best to test his reflexes, trying to get his unmasked, defenseless face out of the line of fire. He was able to avoid getting a piercing through the nose, but the blade did cut him with a glancing blow on the forehead.
His shadow web regrouped into the arms holding her, lifting her up off the ground in front of him. He had her! He approached the captured opponent. Unfortunately... "You landed a clean hit on me. I guess that means you win. Good show!" He decided to play the gracious loser, smiling and offering a hand, (releasing hers, of course.) "You certainly surprised me. Thanks for the fight; my name is Nate."