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.
It hadn't been long before Isabel had been moved out of her temporary care facility and into one that could more properly house and care for her until a family decided to adopt her, particularly after the temper tantrum she had thrown after she'd been shown to a room. The woman in charge, Ms. Roberts had personally told her that she'd never seen so much destruction in all her years at the job.
The police and the fire department had been called when she'd barred the door. They'd needed to use the fire department's axe in order to get into the room. Isabel's screaming had alarmed everyone that could hear it, along with the accompanying cashes. She could hear some kids crying in all the commotion.
They had found her sitting on her bed, crying and trying to repair a candycane that she'd accidentally stepped on during her tantrum. They couldn't find anything physically wrong with her except for some glass in her feet from the broken lamp. It was removed and she was bandaged. One of the men seemed to be unnerved by how intently she watched the process and the individual involved in it. She wasn't a girl that was used to extensive human contact.
Once the commotion had died down and the responding officers had cleared out, she was very quiet. She hadn't moved from her spot on the bed, but she had ceased trying to fix the broken candy. It couldn't be done, and she would just have to live with that.
Within a week she had been placed in the new facility under the care of Mrs. Jenkins. She was younger than Ms. Roberts, but not by very many years. Isabel had the suspicion that everyone that ran these kind of places were old and crotchety. Maybe it was so the kids wouldn't want to stay and would be happy to leave with the parent that picked them out like a new puppy. She had already decided that she didn't want any new parents. She didn't want any parents at all. They were a terrible breed of people.
She hadn't made any friend at the temporary facility, and it took a while before she even spoke to anyone in the new one. If she wanted something, she made a royal pest of herself, but normal conversation had become an oddity to her.
However, there was one individual that she took a particular interest in. She made up her mind that she'd get his attention one way or another.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
His name was Aaron, and he as seventeen. He was also blue.
Isabel had heard the expression that someone might be blue if they were sad. Aaron wasn't sad. He also wasn't blue in the figurative sense. Every bit of him was a vibrant, deep hue of blue intermingled with lighter shades that swirled across his skin. His eyes were entirely black. The only break in the color were the black spots that mottles the backs of his hands and arms, as well as his legs to match those eyes. He also had a very long tongue. She'd heard him tell others that he took after poison dart frogs.
She had asked one of the social workers in the building if he also worked there and had been told no. He was another individual that was looking for foster parents, and had been for a long time. She was also told that he would be out on his own in a few months' time when he turned eighteen. It was his skin, someone explained, that made it difficult to place him. Mutant children had a harder time finding homes than normal kids.
Mutant was a word she'd heard before, though not so often as some less kind variations of it. She had tried to get onto her fath-, onto Mr. Duskmoor's computer to look up the word before, but it had been password protected and she'd been unable to do her research. She was able to understand it meant someone with special abilities, though.
"You're very lucky," she'd been told. "No one would ever know you're a mutant if you didn't have such a temper." Tsk, tsk, reproachful look. "You'd find a family so much more easily if you'd just behave."
But she didn't want to behave. She didn't want to find a family. She's much rather stay at the facility until she was eighteen and could do whatever she wanted to, just like Aaron. He was always talking about what he'd do when he was on his own. She'd heard him telling some of the other kids that he wanted to work as a city official or something, pushing for mutant rights and general acceptance.
She was always very quiet when he was speaking with the older children, mostly because he allowed her to follow him around if she didn't bother him too much. The staff sometimes even called him to their aid in order to deal with her while she was in the midst of one of her increasingly famous tempers. She would concede to quiet down if he asked her to, even if it simply meant quietly seething about whatever was bothering her at the moment.
Isabel allowed this because she admired the young man. Even though he was so different, almost everyone in the facility liked him. He got along with the older kids and was very patient with the younger ones. Some of the kids teased him about Isabel following after him so often, and she was teased about having a crush on the older boy. She wasn't so sure that was true. A crush sounded unpleasant and reminded her of her broken candycane.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Once Aaron had left the facility, after it had been ensured that he'd have somewhere to live and would be able to find a job and support himself, Isabel began reading the newspaper. She had learned to read while she was still in school, but some words still gave her trouble. She hadn't been keeping up on her reading while she was in the Duskmoor household. Her energy had been put into gradually destroying every room in the house in some way and tormenting the residents. There was always something new to break, as they were always trying to repair the damage.
At first she just started reading the funnies. The pictures helped with piecing the words together, though some of the jokes went right over her head. From there she graduated to shorter articles, often accompanied by pictures and eventually was proficient enough at reading he headlines that she was able to discern which articles would be of interest to her.
Mutant related articles were at the top of the list. There was always something controversial to find in the paper, and she was fortunate enough to be able to read a paper that supported both sides of mutant issues from at least two different writers. Certain offices in the facility often found their papers missing as she cultivated an interest in certain ones, particularly those that carried a lot of mutant news.
It was in the facility's best interest to keep up with that sort of news, seeing as they were housing mutant kids. It was always a good idea to see where people stood on the issue so they would be able to adjust for a proper adoption prompt for certain children. Children with non-visible mutations, such as Isabel, were found to be in much higher demand for the families that were willing to consider mutant adoption.
Of course Isabel hated that fact. She made it a point to use her mutation whenever possible, even when a situation didn't necessitate it. Why should she have to hide her abilities just because she looked like a normal kid? That wasn't fair. If they had a problem with that, it just made avoiding the adoption process all that much easier.
She liked to think of herself as a sort of role model, like Aaron had been. She wanted the other mutant kids to embrace their abilities like the young man had and like he'd encouraged her to do to an extent. He never had approved of her destructive tendencies, though.
Isabel began to gravitate toward the other mutant children, particularly those with the visible oddities. They were interesting, and then tended not to become skittish around each other. The normal children interested her less and less, and eventually she stopped speaking with them all together.
The staff noticed such changes in attitude that the children underwent. Unlike the other children, however, they didn't waste too much energy trying to convince Isabel to play nice and act civilly. Those chats never ended very well and only seemed to encourage her bad behavior.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Isabel was eleven going on twelve when she found the newspaper article that would push her beliefs on mutant issues to the extreme and cement them in her mind.
The colors on the front page were what had initially caught her attention. There was a very familiar shade of blue monopolizing the page with large print text running down one side of it. She eagerly snatched the paper from Mrs. Jenkins' desk and hurried off to her room to read it, not bothering to take a look at what the words on the front were announcing. She was busy grinning over the fact that her old friend Aaron had made the front page.
He must have made it as a city official, as he'd often announced that he would. He always had been a very loud advocate for mutant rights and wasn't above preaching equality when the kids got into fights over such things. Isabel had always listened eagerly, her sense of personal pride flourishing with those speeches.
By the time she'd settled down on her somewhat tattered bedspread, her smile was already fading. The picture was a cut-out of the young man smiling. It was hard to tell where he was looking because of his eye color. He had on a uniform that communicated his job as an employee at the zoo. As it turned out, they had hired him because they thought he'd fit in with the atmosphere without causing too much commotion. He worked in the reptile and amphibian house.
The headlines were at odds with the image if the smiling young man. They read: "Mutant Slain: Criminal or Justified?"
She very nearly tore the paper in two as she quickly flipped through to find the indicated page the story would be on and devoured the words with increasing dismay. Her sleeve as harshly brushed passed her face as the words occasionally blurred.
Aaron had been murdered. A small group of young men had attacked him after hours while he was attending to the exhibit he worked in, making sure the animals were safely in the habitats and that the floors were clean. There was no motive other than the fact that the young man had been different and the group of individuals didn't approve of that difference.
The paper announced that the three young men had been found and taken into custody and that a trial was set to take place within the week. Some people were saying it was a hate crime, others that it was cold-blooded murder. And then there was the group that blindly supported the young men and their actions, saying that they were in the right, that Aaron could have proven to be dangerous at any time and the young men had simply nipped the potential problem in the bud.
There were other smaller articles in the paper, some advocating the young men while others condemned them. Isabel ripped the pro-murder articles to shreds and tossed them out the window. How could those people be so stupid? Aaron wouldn't have ever hurt a fly. He had never been prejudiced against a soul, and anyone would have been able to tell that he was harmless within five minutes of meeting him. Those kids just wanted to hurt someone, and Aaron had ended up falling into their line of fire.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Throughout the following week, Isabel stole every newspaper she could get her hands on in the facility. She had long since learned how to pick locks, and as such no office was safe from her ransacking.
The trial had become very controversial. There were protesters outside the courthouse all day and night holding picket signs and shouting at each other. Police had to be posted outside to monitor the situation as fights began to break out more frequently. She wanted to join them, but she knew being as young as she was she'd ever be allowed out. Sneaking out wasn't much of any option, either, as she was always monitored a little more closely than the other kids and locks had been installed on the doors that she hadn't been able to pick.
The judge that was presiding over the case was a well known anti-mutant advocate. Knowing this he had still been assigned to the case. The jury of peers probably wasn't much better. He put on a great show of hearing both sides of the story from the young men, from the zoo employer and from some of the facility's staff, as they had known the young man growing up.
In the end the young men had been found justified in their crime and were sentenced to no more than a handful of hours of community service and each fined a sum of $1000. It was as if they'd been caught abusing an animal, rather than killing an individual. To them Aaron wasn't even human.
Isabel's view of the word had always been largely grey. However, after this incident her mind firmly set everything into black and white where such issues were concerned. Mutants were white and humans were black.
She no longer believed that hoping for mutant equality would make any sort of change in the world. There were too many people in it that were able to stop and even set back such advancements. If they were allowed to treat mutants as if they were a separate species all together, then why couldn't she?
She had made up her mind as whatever hopes she had for the future were destroyed. Humans and mutants couldn't coexist peacefully. If these people were so set on believing that mutants were a different species all together, then she would do the same. However, instead of treating the mutants as the lower link on the evolutionary chain, she believed just the opposite.
Mutants were the next step in evolution. They had been gifted with amazing abilities which humans would flounder beneath if the chance presented itself. Aaron had been better than all of those people, and now she believed that she was as well. She would no longer speak to any of the human children in the facility, nor the staff if it could be helped. She'd allow a family to cart her to their home if they desired, but only so she could tear it apart and return to where she was. If the humans wanted to act like animals, she would treat them accordingly.
Isabel had resolved to make a name for herself in the mutant community, just as Aaron had. However, she was going to go about it much differently. She wasn't going to play nice with the humans. She was going to do her best to step on them on her way to the top.
No one was ever going to tell her to be normal again. No one was going to be able to ignore her because she was different. If she had gone out of her way before to show off her abilities, her efforts would be doubled.
She was ready to throw a tantrum that no one was soon to forget. She wouldn't ever be forgotten again.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.