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.
"Yes." He began his head nodding slightly affirming the statement, "I love you." It was easier to say now that he had already said it once, but no less true.
Again, she faltered. Why? Why was it dangerous!? But she knew the answer. She knew...
It was because the last person she'd loved had constantly put himself in danger, and made her worry. Because, in her line of work, if someone had something on you, they could use it. It opened one up to being exploited, to stupid options like loyalty and sacrifice. It opened her up to weakness. Opened her up to change. Because there was some sort of dependency on the other person, wasn't there? A psychological dependency. A need? A want? And because if you lost them, it was hard to go on.
There were other things. So many other things. But she couldn't say them. She just floundered. Her eyes were mad, but not at him. Okay. Maybe at him. Because.
Because.
"Because I'm scared." She said it. "And nothing scares me." Hardly anything.
Hardly anything, short of the complete and utter powerlessness she'd felt at the hands of Cortez. And babies.
"How can you possibly want to be connected to me?" Her eyes pleaded. "You know how dangerous our lines of work are..." How painful it was to lose.
"When I'm with you, the mundane is excitin' an' I can see more t' life than jumpin' from planes and hailin' down lead." He closed the gap between them. "I know our lives're dangerous, but love gives people a reason t' fight. Fightin' fer God an' country 'r money are one thaing, but fightin' t' make it back t' someone ya love is a stronger drive."
A fierce determination flashed across his eyes, "An' if someone were to try an' hurt you 'r use you they'd be callin' upon themselves a new hell tha'd make the devil himself cower. Yes, I'd take a bullet for ya but I'll be damned if some sorry sonovabitch brings me down like that! An' if it does get me I'll be damn sure it's with my hands squeezing the life from their throat."
He was an idiot... but dammit, she believed him. And what with the sweet talk about squeezing throats and taking bullets and scaring the devil, she couldn't help it. She smiled.
Something was in her throat. And, she found, her arms. To her surprise, it was him. When had that happened?
As she buried her face against his shoulder, tears were wiped away.
When had that happened!?
And... as the lump in her throat cleared and she found words, she found herself saying them. And believed those, too.
"I love you."
Hold. The. Phone! When. Had all of that. Happened?
She sure as hell didn't know. But she wasn't second-guessing it. Who was it that had reminded her that loving was dangerous, again? Oh yeah. That assassin lady she hated. Cosmina. And why had she agreed and valued the woman's opinion again? Man, !&@* Cosmina. Sure, loving him might have been a risk. But who the hell was she to listen to anyone preaching the odds from up on some pedestal they placed themselves on, when they weren't even willing to share the evidence that led to their conclusion and supported their thesis?
And what the hell? She was a gambler at heart. She could take the risk.
He put his arms around her, she buried face in his shoulder and she too said it. He brought a hand up to the side of her face, brushed hair back from her face, and kissed her.
