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.
Though the snow had yet fallen, the air was cold and gray. Winter had come full force in the city and its residents acted accordingly. People walked quicker than usual down the streets which, for a New Yorker, is quite fast. Julian attempted to keep up with them, but more times than not, he was bumped quite hard by others. His gloved hands were tucked into his pockets and the hood of his coat was up covering his face from the wind.
It had been only a week since he finally mustered up the courage to leave Cambridge behind and attempt to rebuild his life in New York, but a mixture of poor planning and no money left him with little options. After trying his 'haunting' routine for a couple days, he felt that it was too risky with all the recent mutant laws put in place and was forced to move onto the streets. He found an alley with a small cluster of homeless people who were somewhat decent to him.
After a couple nights in this cold however, he soon caught a pretty nasty cold. Now for a normal human that is all well and good, but for a mutant that could transform his body into a ghost-like figure with a moment of concentration, it was bad news. The sneezing brought on by the cold began to trigger his Wraith Form.
Now, as Julian kept up with the crowd in the bustling city, he could feel another sneezing fit coming on. He covered his face as he pushed through people and ducked into the first abandoned alley he found.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you seem to be a little out of place?" The other man seemed to appear out of nowhere. "Don't answer me out loud. No one else on this street can see me. Here... come in here."
Cassiel walked up to an abandoned building, ushering the other young mutant inside. "Here... away from prying eyes. Now, get yourself together. This isn't the best time for mutants to be found on the streets."
Cassiel, though obviously incorporial, appeared to be wearing his uniform, with the X-Men insignia clearly visible on the arm. "Now just relax. No one's going to find you in here, at least not for a while."
Julian quickly got to his feet, his hand still covering his mouth, and followed the man into the dark building. Once inside, he lowered his hand so he could properly thank the stranger, but another coughing fit sent his body into his Wraith form once again.
"T-thanks for the help," Julian said as he wiped his nose on his sleeve. "I'm Julian."
Finally taking a second to take in the whole situation, Julian gave his rescuer a quick up-and-down. Strange outfit...he thought to himself.
"Who are you.. exactly..?" he finally said, sniffling as he spoke.
"Someone who's very busy," Cassiel chuckled. "I'm a mutant, like you. I live... or rather, lived at a school for mutants upstate... that is, until business took me away for a while, and I came back to find the building smashed up and all the students gone, thanks to our wonderful government deciding to place this registration act in effect."
"Registered? The hell with that." Mike grimaced, though obviously not at Julian. "The school is... well, pretty wrecked. I've gotten some of the underground facilities up and running again, though. I'm hiding out there right now with a few of the kids who've been trapped there and another member of my team. Everyone else that I've been able to find got sent to a camp. And trust me... you don't want to go there."
"Like I said... this isn't the greatest time for mutants."
Julian knew all too well that this was not the time for mutants. The few times he used his powers publicly, accidental or otherwise, he was chased down the street until the mob lost sight of him... literally. It was times like that that he was thankful he could become invisible.
"Is your school still a safe place for mutants? I mean...not that it could be much worse than the streets. Are you accepting new recruits?" His eyes widened in hopeful anticipation.
"All right, listen and listen carefully. In a couple hours, as odd as this sounds, a robot with a speech impediment named Elvis will show up here. It'll have food for you while I make the arrangements. When Elvis shows up next, it'll be to get you out of here, most likely in a taxi. He'll tell you where to tell the cabbie to take you, and when you get there he'll tell you where to go after that. You might need to use your powers to get into the grounds... but once you're there, we can send someone topside to come get you. Understand?"
