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.
Her eyes were red. Not albino red, though she did have white hair. They were the unattractive and puffy kind of red.
"You need to take responsibility for the babies at least. If you're keeping us here, please, you need to check on them. I need vitamins. And healthy food."
She was snubbing the brown paper bag they'd stuffed through the slot. Admittedly, the grease from the cheeseburger inside was turning the brown paper clear…
"S-somebody? Surely somebody can hear me…"
Aw crap. The fire in the girl's voice was getting watered down. She was going to start crying again. Lori hated that. It was downright annoying.
Initial orders were to kill the girl to warp the unicorn. Upon learning she was pregnant… well, plans change. Lori couldn't possibly pass up this genetic opportunity. The union of two mutants had produced twins. Twins! A fantastic little genetic anomaly all on it's own even if they weren't 75% guaranteed to be mutant twins.
Lori was hoping they'd be identical and both carry the gene. How would it affect a baby to have an active gene? Would they have identical powers? What about activating them in the uterus? What would that do to the mother? Would it be bad to activate the gene before the fetuses were fully developed?
Ugh. And there went the water works. Lori wandered off to go get a lab coat and see if there was anyone who could teach her about pre-natal care. The girl did have one thing right, Lori wanted those babies healthy.
When she'd agreed to not use her ability, Maya never expected a situation like this.
At what point did she dare risk the children's lives to escape? They were feeding her. Not what she would be eating, but it was food. No one had done anything horrible to her beyond her initial capture. In fact, she hadn't seen anyone in days.
She decided that if the children were at risk, if they were in more danger than her own power would put them in, that was when she would try to leave.
Sebastian was probably worried out of his head.
Why her? Why now? Maya wrapped her arms around the swell of her stomach and tried for the millionth time not to stress herself out. Stress was bad for the babies. Stress was bad for her mutation.
Maybe she should ask for a shock collar. Maya was terrified of ghosting in her sleep.
She didn't understand the thinking, but Lori agreed to the shock collar. Well, shock bracelet. She didn't want to jeopardize the buns by shocking the oven too bad in the neck.
"You're sure this won't bother you too much?" Lori attached the bracelet to the girl's skinny right wrist. The girl was right handed so it would get in the way, but the left wrist made too direct a line to the heart.
Today, she'd brought in a three bean salad, an apple, a cup of pretzels and a vanilla milkshake to go along with a deep purple prescription strength pre-natal vitamin. Maya seemed happiest when the meals didn't have any kind of meat, but that meant juggling around the nutrition. Funny, the things you learn when taking care of a pregnant lady.
"Makes me feel better to have it, actually. This way I can't slip up."
"You can't escape now. You know that, right?"
"Lily, why do you work for these people?"
Why did she work for these people? Because she was these people. "If I didn't, who'd be looking out for you?" The blonde's sappy smile earned her a hug from the baby momma. Sometimes, Lori felt the tiniest twinge of guilt. Usually in moments like these. The blonde grunted instead of just plain shoving her affection off.
"Come on, I've got to take your blood pressure and then we'll see if we can hear those baby heart beats." Nothing got cooperation out of a baby momma like a promise of hearing the heart beat. Lori only checked in personally as often as a practitioner would. As her pretend practitioner, it was only right and besides… it meant that she got to do all the fun stuff like monitoring the heart beats. Unfortunately, her magnetic field was likely to throw off the ultrasound. Someone else would have to do that.
Maya fidgeted as she passed the mirrored window at the front of her cell. Her hair was growing out and it looked like she had a bad dye job. Since she'd stopped ghosting, her roots were growing brown again. No doubt Dr. Ingram would be fascinated. Dr. Lily seemed interested enough.
She decided to knock at the mirror. "Uhm… is somebody out there?"
These walls were boring. The space was small. The ledge that doubled as a bed was uncomfortable. She couldn't even practice with her mutation. For exercise and sanity, she'd taken to pacing. And counting her paces. And telling her babies stories about their father and brother and uncle. She left their grandparents out of it. That was just too confusing for little minds to understand.
"I-uh, hate to be ungrateful but could I get a book? Maybe? Or some yarn?"