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.
Fear and blood loss continued to reduce her strength, leaving her body empty and unable to fight. Soon her mind surrendered too, making her fall under the influence of his words. Her whole body was a victim of those illusions to the point that her mind was beginning to believe in every word and every external sensation even more than in the sensations produced by her own body. Her feelings started to look almost weak in contrast, almost distant. The pain of her wounds, the warmth of her blood on her skin, the cold air on the blood... everything was overcome by his hunger, desire and excitement.
"Watching you bleed..." She thought, before realizing that she wished to watch her blood. The wound in her neck exerted an enormous magnetism over her but since the injured in her wrist was easier to observe, the girl fixed her gaze on that bleeding wound. Her blood was so red, even dark at times... as black as chocolate. As the description of strawberries and chocolates continued advancing until it reached the last "juicy bite", the desires to lick her blood grew wildly until the point where the rest of the world disappeared momentarily.
The knife hit the ground while she grabbed her twin's hair, pulling hard to bring the girl toward her. Then her right hand closed over her exposed neck to sink her teeth on her soft skin moments later. The blood she had tasted in her mind for so long started to bathe her hand dyeing it red and once again the world turned black. As chocolate.
Lennox tightened his grip around her throat. That mouth sinking its teeth back into that spot on her neck, the tongue working wildly as it lapped up any blood that tried to escape.
*Child you are a delightful treat.* The sinister voice echoed through in their minds. *It will take all of Lennox’s control to keep from draining you of your sweet life, I on the other hand hope he milks you dry…*it concluded before erupting into mocking laughter.
Lennox merely stared into her fading eyes, as his fore arm started to swell with her blood, focusing all his strength not to get lost in the euphoria.
*Let her die in your hands child, watch as the light leaves her body and enjoy the taste of her flesh.*
He could feel his grip grow tighter, his hand no longer under his own control. “Stop it!” He yelled to himself, those fangs seeming to lock into her neck deeper.
*I have no intentions of letting her go Lennox! And you don’t want me to do you girl….tell him you want to die sweetheart*
She was losing consciousness quickly, snatched from her body along with her senses that became weaker each moment. She had become a doll in the hands of that supernatural monster and now she could not even move to save her life. The taste of blood disappeared from her mouth, the pain of the wounds and the teeth on her skin decreased almost in the limit to disappear, she even began to lose her sight behind a curtain of tears and sweat. The only thing that informed her that she was still alive was the persistent voice in her head that mocked his weakness but admired her taste as if she were a gourmet meal.
The man's voice reached her ears; he was commanding the voice in their heads to stop, as if that voice was the one in control of his body.
"...Tell him you want to die sweetheart." The voice continued speaking inside her head. Compared to the effort to speak, death seemed so simple. All she had to do was to stay still and quiet and since she felt no pain and had no way to escape it will come quite easily... however, she needed to try, even if it means to do a superhuman effort. As she tried to answer, her vocal cords vibrated in disorder producing a simple meaningless growl. Her tongue felt as if her mouth was full of wet cotton making it impossible for her to produce words. So after several failed attempts, the girl decided to remain silent. It was simpler.
Then a third voice shout "Stop it!" from somewhere far away in the universe, followed by two explosions barely audible because of her state of almost unconsciousness.
The man stood there, watching the scene with an unnatural calm in his eyes while he waited for his order to provoke some changes in the behavior of that wild animal. His big hands clutched the gun tightly while pointing at the feet of the monster. When he was sure the man was not going to react, he shot two new bullets toward his feet.
The shot shook Lennox from his murderous high. His hands releasing the girl as he stared in the direction of the rounds.
*You fool why did you stop, that would kill the girl before he realized it! I demand you to finish her Lennox!*
“No! I won’t do it!” Lennox responded to the voice aloud, the gun man mistaking his cry as an act of non-compliance, firing another two rounds at Lennox’ feet. His eyes cut from the female to the man shooter at him before he turned to duck into the tree line.
*Why are you running away we could easily kill both of them..* The voice blared in his head deeply obviously upset with Lennox’s pro-life choice. “We got what we came for she no one needed to die…” He spoke as he ran. *… your weakness will not be tolerated.*
As the sound of the sirens grew closer, the monster ran away from the scene. Was he afraid of that eerie sound? Or was his gun what drove him away? Was he human enough to feel scare? He had so many questions and so few answers, it was pointless to dwell on that matter anymore, since there was something more important he needed to do, he just ran toward the body. He kneel over the almost unconscious girl, whispered some promises in her ear. Why would she believe his promises when he failed to protect her? All the courage it took to stand against that psycho vanished when he had a closer look at Celeste. There was a lot of blood at her neck; the sundress was stained with her own blood as well as her hands. Everywhere he looked, there was red. But the worst part was her expression, her gaze that usually displayed defiantness and confidence, now looked lifeless at every moment as her mind moved closer to unconsciousness. He was scared for what could happen to her, for what could happen to him but also feeling very guilty for what happened. It was his fault.
