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.
The rumor that a wolf could smell fear was...sort of a myth. While she wasn't as good in her human form, she could vaguely catch a scent of nervousness, or the perspiration that came with it. Not only that but his body language, at least by wolf standards showed a whole new world of nervousness, even if she couldn't get a good scent. It wasn't like she was actively trying to get a scent ether, she was just trying to figure out what was up with the younger man when he went quite for a spell. Not many people did that, so it was normal to be a little concerned on that note.
The young man complimented her again and she would shrug her shoulders a little, leaning back into the couch that she sat on. She would never openly call herself a hero, nor would she call herself a bringer of justice, even though she knew that technically what she was considered. Emerald just always tried to do what was right by her standards, even if it wasn't how others felt. After all she had been through in her short twenty years on this planet, she knew a little more about human and mutant nature than she really wanted to.
The young man seemed to be besides himself once he mentioned the camps should have never happened. He looked to be lost in his own memories, a look that the werewolf knew all to well, she had never been that deeply lost in one is public. The wolf girl saw the tear and found it best not to address it, and figured he wouldn't want her to mention it in the first place.
"I had mentioned the camps and you kinda zoned out for a bit. You alright?" Emerald asked.
When Emerald asked if he was alright since he had zoned out for a little bit, Alex didn't answer at first, then sighed sadly and nodded. "I'm alright... I'm just remembering one of the biggest cover ups of my home state's history, and it has to do with the mutant camps." Alex stated, then looked down at his hands, which were now laying down in his lap.
"Before I became a mutant, my sister-in-law was the only mutant in our family and we loved her dearly. Her teleporting abilities always made the children smile, but almost everyone in Topeka knew about her because she would be teleporting all over the city to help those in need, such as entering a burning building and pulling out people that were trapped one by one and teleporting them next to the ambulance. She was considered a heroine, but when the mutant camp was set up in the small town of Wamego, she was taken there at gun point." Alex said as he started to tell Emerald about the situation that had happened. He didn't even consider that she might not want to hear it, but he had to get it off of his chest. "My entire family and I went there in an attempt to get her out legally, but the people in charge of that camp wouldn't give in. We were about to try bribery when there was a loud explosion within the camp. The mutants had started to riot..." Alex stated as he continued. "The military responded by opening fire on the mutants. No warnings, no attempts to calm the situation, no nothing... they just fired. I can still hear the mutants screaming for mercy... the smell of the all that blood that started flow out from under doors because there was too much for the ground to absorb... the sight of so many bodies riddled with holes..." Alex stated, then his voice trailed off as he wiped another tear away.
With a sniffle, he finally finished. "My sister-in-law survived by teleporting into my vehicle and the entire family fled. She was the only survivor of that massive slaughter. She never smiled or used her mutation ever again after that. All of those people... dead... just because they were born with unique gifts that humans don't have." Alex finished and looked away from Emerald, unable to look into her eyes now because several more tears were flowing away from his eyes. Just talking about it made him feel like he was right back there.
Some things were better left unsaid, especially to someone you just met a few days ago. It was always awkward when someone opens up their feelings to someone who didn’t know them that well, but what makes it worse was when the person started crying in front of someone they didn’t know that well. This seemed to be the situation Emerald found herself in at the moment, the redhead currently had a grown man crying in front of her and she had no idea what to do. She didn’t know Rook very well, hell she didn’t even know if she liked him that much, he seemed like an okay guy when she first met him, but she ever would have pegged him to be the motional type.
It was hard enough to get someone like Emerald to open up in front of someone, due to her naturally introverted personality. It was even harder to get her to talk about her past unless she trusted the other person or felt a connection to them as a friend or a pack mate, Emerald felt no such connection with Rook,not that she didn’t care for other people, but it was hard for her to form a connection with someone she had just met.
Not only that but Rook was talking, in depth about the mutant camps, something that Emerald would rather forget about. The poor Alpha, had only mentioned it in passing to give herself a better timeline at how long she had been on Hiatus from the X-men, not to hear this guy’s entire story about his own experiences with it. She felt sorry for him, yes, but she didn’t really know what to do about it. With Agnes, she was able to protect her and let her talk to her when she was needed most and with Gina the young girl reminded her of her baby sister so much that she felt the need to protect her. Rook though, he was just a guy that was telling her his sorrows, not even his sorrows really but a story of what happened in his family. Really and truly, he didn’t know anything about the camps and in Emerald’s mind, even if he had an experience with them by helping his sister in-law he wasn’t in them.
The wolf girl slid her sneakers on her feet and stood up, brushing herself off a little. She was not in the mood to hear about this, in fact, she wasn’t in a good mood at all now. He had no business talking about the camps, yes he had seen something terrible, but he wasn’t in the camps. Nor did he try hard enough to save his sister in-law.
“Don’t talk about things you don’t fully understand, there’s a difference between hearing those screams and smelling the blood from far away then being among those who are bleeding and dying,” Emerald told him coldly, “I’m not trying to be cruel, but when someone brings up the camps, unless you were in them, you don’t talk about them.”
With that, Emerald left the room, knowing that she possibly just lost a potential friend but she didn’t really care. People shouldn’t talk about the camps, they shouldn’t be forgotten completely but they shouldn’t be talked about by people that didn’t know a damn thing about them.
