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.
"Good," she nodded. With her chin still in his hand. Blushing slightly. Then, her chin got freed. Mirror helped her to her feet.
They went. Side-by-side, her clinging to his arm. Some people in the hallway even saw. Good.
This made time 3 she'd been in the Danger room, didn't it? This time, there would be no power practicing or archery.
Amelia looked to Gawain, and crossed her arms expectantly. "So. What do you know? Aikido? Karate? Turtle Style? Janken Fist? Teach, Sensei. Teach." A small smirk teased at the corner of her mouth. Haha. Sensei. Good one. She was feeling better already.
>>Ya're just looking for na excuse to punch me aren't you."
The teasing smirk became smirkier. "Maaaaaaybeee."
>>"I don't really have a martial arts style... Sam pretty much trains us to kick ass and stay alive. The less fancy it is the more effective. So."
>>"Hit me."
And now they were done with the smirky banter.
The start of a fight can often be the toughest. The first punch. Before you know how your opponent is going to react. Or at least, this is often the case when you haven't had any real practice in fighting, and you want to kick ass and look good. Do you rush forward for a jab? Feign a fierce right hook? Kick them in the groin? Out of all the different target areas, Amelia saw four as good options. Face, chest, gut, and groin. Face was out of the question. She'd gotten him too many black eyes already. Groin too, for obvious reasons. That left chest or gut. Hm. This was a toughie.
She contemplated her choices seriously for half a second, like she seriously thought any of her punches would land, and then. Amelia rushed forward with an insanely obvious punch at his face. One she didn't even throw right, or have her fist in the right position for. Slapping was easier than punching. Go-figure.
Well, it looked like he was going to get slapped. Ami rushed forward, but she did not seem entirely sure about it. First it looked like she was going for a punch, that turned into a slap half-way, at the wrong angle. Gawain didn't move to stop her.
The slap landed somewhere on his neck and cheek; it stung, but it didn't feel half as bad as the ones he expected to get from her after the whole Maxine thing. Shaking his head, he smirked at her.
"All right, first lesson: if you're gonna hit someone, make sure you really wanna hit them. And if you do, ya're gonna have to do better than that."
Okay, so she could hit strong enough if she wanted. The punch caught him square in the nose, and resulted in a bright red trickle of blood. Gawain took a step back, like a man. And winced. Like a man.
"Umpf... I guess I deserved that..."
Wiping his face, he looked at Ami, trying to see if she was in training mode, or actually pissed off. Probably both. Why else would she want to spend their first meeting since the 'incident' down here?
Okay. So. She drew first blood. ... Good? She didn't know. Hadn't she been wanting to keep that cute face cute? Welp. She wasn't apologizing. This was training, after all. And he'd told her to punch him. Maybe next time, he'd block it like she expected a little?
The first punch had been difficult and a miss mainly because she didn't know what to expect. Or what she wanted him to expect. A predictable punch would have been easily rebuffed.
Now that he was expecting a punch, she kicked him in the shin. Maybe they should have been wearing padding?
She was going to kick him. Sneaky. But this time, he was ready; she wanted to train, she will train, and he was not going to be an easy target.
Stepping aside, he avoided the kick, then in one quick move he swept her other foot from under her. She was determined to hit him now, but her balance could use a little more work. He did feel bad for making her fall on her butt, but... well. She was the one who wanted to train...
You know that moment when you whiff a kick in soccer? Miss the ball completely, but your leg hangs in the air where it would have been kicking, had you actually hit something? And then you feel like you should be flying off into the distance Charlie Brown style, for missing the football? Yeah. She had that. Except Gawain politely raised her a leg sweep, and brought her down to her tush.
"Ack!"
She winced at the painful landing, and rubbed her backside.
"Freaking finally." She muttered, through the pain. "I was worried you were letting me hit you because I'm your girlfriend." Or that she was some super lord awesome of pwn fighter, and invincible in a fist fight. The last one seemed unlikely. "Do you have some tissue for that nose?" She added, squeezing one eye open to squint at him. "I didn't mean to make you bleed." That had been more the effect of Maxine's face being imagined plastered all over his.
>>"Ack! Freaking finally. I was worried you were letting me hit you because I'm your girlfriend."
Gawain smirked and did not tell her it was not because she was his girlfriend, it was because he hoped to make her feel better by blowing off all that steam.
>>"Do you have some tissue for that nose? I didn't mean to make you bleed."
"It's fine" he sniffed, blood still dripping from his nose. He raised a hand to wipe it away, and managed to make a bigger mess than he started with.
"Could have been better." She muttered. Brought up her hand in front of her face, and grimaced at the red. "Even if you don't need one. I think I do. Gross."
Gawain bled more than anyone should when he was around her. Why was this even a thing?
Another thought. She didn't like falling on her butt. At all. "I don't want to quit training, though. I think I need this. And." She held up a hand for Gawain to help her back to her feet. She smirked at him frankly. "I think I should probably get some more power training in too. At some point." She was just piling things onto the list, now.
"What. That makes archery. And fighting. And power training. I think you're booked."
>>"Could have been better. Even if you don't need one. I think I do. Gross."
"Yeah, try bein' on the receiving end" he smirked, not even trying to wipe anything on anything anymore. It was just a lot of mess.
Ami held out a hand, and he pulled her back up.
>>"I don't want to quit training, though. I think I need this. And. I think I should probably get some more power training in too. At some point. What. That makes archery. And fighting. And power training. I think you're booked."
He smiled, and pressed a kiss on her knuckles. The ones she had just punched him with. That's how much of a knight he was. And they were both bloody anyway.
Oh ew. Bloody knuckle kiss. When she was on her feet again, and steady, she slugged him. Lightly, on the chest, with her clean hand. And shook her head.
"Don't kiss my bloody knuckles. That's gross." She laughed. Eyebrows, arched.
Plus, if he was acting all brave and tough in the face of this sort of thing, that totally got in the way of her babying him. Or did it?
Amelia latched onto his arm, and didn't let go. She started moving them. "Let's get you to Doc Prof." She said. "And then." Adamantly, she insisted. "We need to figure out my birthday gift. Because I am not accepting a broken nose. Or bloody kisses. That's about as romantic as Fight Club." And they didn't talk about Fight Club. It was just a rule.
All right, so that sounded kind of vampire-y. But hey.
>>"Let's get you to Doc Prof. And then. We need to figure out my birthday gift. Because I am not accepting a broken nose. Or bloody kisses. That's about as romantic as Fight Club."
"Oh no, no DocProf" he protested, being dragged along "He hates my ass and he told me he ain't fixin' any more black eyes for me. And don't talk about Fight Club! You never talk about Fight Club."
Also. Pulling her closer, he leaned in, just to freak her out.
"And what's wrong with the kisses? Hm? C'mon, just a little one..."