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.
Desperate times came for desperate measures, so much so that Hokee found himself staring down at a bicycle with a carry cart on the back of it. Never in his life did he ever expect to be riding a bike again, yet let alone the fact the bike had an attachment for a small child to hitch a free ride. Back in the day, you wanted to hitch a ride on a bike, you sat on the handlebars or pegs on the back. In a perfect world, he wouldn't even need the bike today, but after his crash into the car holding Chase, well it wasn't exactly easy trying to convince him to ride in the car with him. The bike was the back up plan. Mikey was small enough he could handle him on the handlebars and Chase could ride on pegs on the back, but life wasn't easy. Mikey did not seemed to look thrilled at all about sitting on the bars.
The choice wasn't easy, and his rep on the streets was sure to drop after today. Even the desperate attempts seemed a bit too desperate. One thing for sure, there better be some mighty fine good looking babes at the pool after this whole fiasco. Hopefully his legs would last through not only the bike ride, but be able to handle a bit of flirting in the pool.
In his defiant ways, he did spend enough time in parks and such to notice how guys with kids seem to attract the girls. So what if they were older, if it worked for them it had to work for him. Plus being his age and taking care of kids, that had to be a huge turn on....as long as they didn't catch the kid trailer.
Taking two younger guys out to the public pool, this was going to be interesting. Last time he was near a pool with Chase, he had to dive through the ice and yank him back to safety again. Not knowing the swimming abilities of either one, he went to play it safe for a change. Wingies. They were in the drug store, plastic yellow smiling faces begging to crawl under his finger tips. Between the packages he got with a five finger discount, and supplies from the school, there wasn't a possible chance for anyone to drown on him. Picking up girls with a dead drowned kid was sure to be a major turn off.
Swinging a leg over the bike, Hokee's head turned back to check for the status of Mikey. The boy was quiet, not much of a talker, but he certainly could make a point in his own distracted way. It was a bit strange, the kid never really looked at you in the face at all. At first he couldn't help but check his reflection to make sure he personally didn't turn into some super hideous mutation. With a head full of dreadlocks, he didn't need much more to turn people off, though he wasn't about to shave off his awesome hair.
Swimming. Such a thing was a terrifying thought. Sure, he’d grown up in Maine, he’d even been in the water once or twice, but that was always like...on accident. Both times he went in the water were in fact accidents. The first time, he’d moved a bit close to the water, and he was pushed in. Luckily, it was right up near shore, so he was fine. The second time, he just stepped in ankle deep and got his pants wet. Of course, both were before his father decided to confine the little boy to his room and create a hole for him to escape with. Needless to say, he hadn’t been thrilled about the idea of swimming.
Then, he was posed with a counter-option. Instead of going out swimming with Hokee and with Chase, Michael would have to go to a class at the mansion, because chase and hokee wouldn’t be there to tell him when the teacher was coming to his room, so he could properly lock the door. Michael chose swimming, and knew that it might not be so bad. Hokee was taking him. Mikey liked Hokee, and Chase was really good too. So he got a pair of makeshift swim trunks on, and a plain white t-shirt. Well, the swim trunks weren’t exactly meant for swimming. He was wearing a pair of shorts, and made sure they would stay on by tying a rope around them. Yes. It wouldn’t be good if his swimming outfit came off.
Hokee wasn’t allowed to drive a car, since he had to go to the hospital when his car did something bad, so they were going to bike. Mikey thought this was obviously a joke. Why would he get on a bike, and try to use the peddles to make it go forward. Everything about how that worked did not make sense. He was essentially making himself open to everything that might...look at him. Michael didn’t like being looked at.
As he carefully went through his fanny pack, Michael made sure he had everything he needed. A pencil, paper, his game-player, band-aids, and disinfectant. Right. Hokee was bringing towels, probably, and that would be good. Michael was really really skinny, so he probably was going to freeze to death in a matter of time unless the pool was really really warm. He thought once again about the arrangement he made with Hokee, while he went through his things, and looked up at the little vynal roof that covered this contraption.
Generally it would be a bit small for a fully grown nine year old, but Mikey was used to...no. He loved small spaces. This was all made perfect for him. Unknown to him, the cushiony feeling inside was due to a few extra blankets and warm things, just because the person who’d lent them the item for Michael’s usage, knew that he might be cold on the way back. Michael played with the zipper a bit when he heard Hokee’s call out to the both of them, and he poked his head out after a moment of sorting out which zippers belonged to which thing.
“Th...the thing is attatched.”
His way, kind of, that he would convey the fact that he was feeling comfortable enough to go. No way he was sitting on the handlebars.
