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.
Showers were not something that were enjoyable with the mass flux in the mornings nor at evening before bed. With a place this large and so many people living there, a mid day shower was the best way to go if one didn't want to be bothered. The dreadlocks upon his head were still dripping water as the teen pushed the door open to leave the restrooms. Black basketball shorts hung from his hips and drizzles of water ran down his bare chest with each droplet from his hair. Draped over his left shoulder was a worn out damp towel, to faded to be considered any particular color in general.
The feet stuck to the floor slightly while behind him a trail of foot prints could be found. It didn't take long at all for the squinted eyes to spot a figure lugging their way down the hall. Pulling the towel off from him shoulder, the teen started to roll it up. "Sup." There he was friendly. That would keep Ms Taylor off his back for a bit. The guy looked pretty normal, as normal as one could get living in a place like this.
Kid didn't look to far from his age either. That was a miracle in its own. Not many guys around there that were actually his age. Sad enough, it seemed like he had been spending guy time with the occupants who weren't even in the double digits yet. Pathetic revelation. He wasn't one to go around surrounding himself with tons of people, but a dude his age could be rather useful. Who knows, maybe the guy enjoyed doing a little 'late night artwork'. It was hard to say from appearance.
Leaning against the wall, Hokee continued to wind up the towel. "Wednesdays are three sock day." Okay, maybe it wasn't, but it was always funny to see what people's responses were to that one. It was the Guy side, they were allowed to be disgusting, rude and expel gas with no reprimands. Also it was that age range for him personally where the mind did tend to wander in directions that required soap to clean out lustful thoughts. Teens, beautiful age of knowing everything and making sure the world knew it.
After having his parents leave him to the hands and teachings of this school. Jacob was simply hauling his luggage full of some clothes and personal items with him down the hall, wandering a bit aimlessly. He didn't actually know if he was to be assigned a room or if he was to choose one for himself.
It would seem that out of no where another teenager had popped out of nowhere and said "Sup" It was casual, but Jacob wasn't expecting it and flinched. He turned his head to see an adolescent male who looked just about his age, but slightly shorter. Before he noticed this, he realized that the guy was only wearing shorts with a rag of some sort over his shoulder; which made Jacob feel rather uncomfortable.
Still, he wised to make a good impression on the guy and replied with a meek "Hello." Jacob inclined his head down wards in respect to the other teenager. "I'm uh, new here." He continues his sentence.
The other guy leaned against the wall, winding up his towel. "Wednesdaysare three sock day."
Confused, Jacob though over what he meant by that statement and replied "Uh- three sock day?" He honestly didn't know what the other kid meant by that. Perhaps some things where done differently at this school then what he was used to back home. Jacob simply looked at the other person, making minimal eye-contact.
The school seemed to have a lot of that type, unless if you were a girl and then they didn't shut up for the sake of anyone's sanity. So far, the guy was saying more then he could ever get Mikey to say, though his eyes seemed to do the same thing as the rather young mutant. Normally he wasn't one of talking much, more of driving his car around and avoiding on getting into accidents and such. Flexing his arm, Hokee snapped the towel out at the ceiling for self entertainment. He did get a rather confused response about the socks, which gave plenty of information on what kind of guy this was. He was either sheltered or just hadn't mentally fallen into the dark land of pubescent humor.
His lip curled slightly with the verbal answers. "After your done with classes, and if you are chilling up in the dorms...well you wear only three socks." Unwinding the snapped towel, Hokee carefully gathered his long locks and started to tie up his drizzling dreads into the worn out fabric. If it was a good twenty degrees warmer out, then the dripping water wouldn't be that bad, but the lingering feel and meteorological experience from diving into a frozen pool made the dripping on his body a bit unwanted. Since his cool hat for holding his dreadlocks wasn't on him, the towel had to do.
"I see....looks like you're staying for the long haul." Dude had more bags then he personally had. Then again, his own personal entrance to the place consisted of holding Mama T hostage with a snow brush for some McDonalds in her own car. Still with all the stuff the guy was carrying, or dragging, it looked like there was no chance he'd be busting free from the place anytime soon. From the age, he certainly wasn't going to be staff meaning only one thing, he was a mutant. "Dumped?"
Jacob heard the description and still didn't understand the black humor of the joke. He really didn't think in a perverted way at all. After hearing the explanation, Jacob only tilted his head sideways with an oblivious look on him. Clearly, a large part of his innocence remained intact.
The other teenager dried his hair before speaking. "I see....looks like you're staying for the long haul." the guy was referring to the fact that Jacob held his personal items in a luggage bag. It was filled with his clothes and some small things that relate to his interests.
Jacob gave a short nod before verbalizing his response "Yeah. Uh- I just transferred here from Ottawa." the adolescent's voice wasn't too loud, but enough for the person he was talking to, to hear. After a second or two of silence, Jacob tried to speak up again because he knew that in this place he would have to make normal conversations with people on a daily basis. "-Oh uh, my name is Jacob. By the way." He gave a meek smile to the person who he introduced himself to. This socializing skill would definitely be one he had to develop more, but now he was interested in what the other person had to say.
