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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
As all her friends knew, Mr. Bourdette´s class had become her favorite class between all her other classes. Her friends also knew why. Since she was over with her piano lessons and after she got her certificate, now she had a day off. And also, the art class ascended a position to reach the coveted summit. Any of her friends knew that, because Celeste kept repeating it over and over. Simply because there was no way to get tired of those two things. Showing off the new title that crowned her great skill with the piano, and talking about the kind of art that had become her favorite was something her friends needed to hear.. Almost without realizing it, she had become the favorite of the teacher. Not only she was clever, very skilled with the brush and very beautiful, but also she was the youngest of the class. The best. That explosive cocktail had made her presence in that class, filled with people around their twenties, became a real insult to everyone else. All her classmates hated her for not one but all of her features. That only made that class more interesting. Celeste greatly enjoyed watching their faces when she was the first to finish, and the best while comparing scores. Not for a particular reason, but for all of those reasons, that class had become her favorite.
There were two things that the whole class was in full agreement. The first, visible to the naked eye and nearly impossible to ignore, was the fact that the teacher seemed to be the saddest person on the planet. It was not just the fact that he rarely smiled but his face, that was always wrapped in a kind of invisible mask of unhappiness. Fortunately his misfortune did not seem to be contagious, but still was hard to see a man so punished and suffering so much. Because it was clear that the man was suffering, whether it was for love, for a disease or some sad memory that haunted him, nobody knew. And asking only caused one of his terrifying smiles. Sure, the smiles were normal for him, but for any other mortal, those smiles were a bleak vision capable of pushing people to mourn. Mourn for the poor man and his smile full of sorrow. It was a magical smile and cruel at the same time. Slightly crooked down on the left side of his lip. A smile that swept the rest of his face down in a grimace of utter and complete sadness. The worst of that sadness was the resignation in his eyes. The man had surrendered completely, and because of that he was unhappy. Somehow his bad luck had not yet taken the last thing he loved. His art class. Despite that, Bourdette was a good man and very knowledgeable in his field. Otherwise, she would not be there.
The second thing in which the whole class agreed was that the subject of their painting for the past months was totally depressing. She did not need to be a genius to understand the basics, not to achieve skills enough to capture the "movement" of something static, but still the teacher insisted that they had to spend so long on inanimate objects. As if they were deaf, he repeated the same thing over and over again. The basics. Master the basics. He always said. So much time they passed with objects. Now the whole class knew how to draw any shapes, effects of depth, how to play with light and shadow. Not all were great at drawing, but most had mastered very well all those basic things that the teacher insisted that they should learn. Empty vessels full of water, half-filled, half empty. Even in different shapes and designs. Fruits. Many fruits. Alone or grouped by color. They spent several weeks painting single object at different stages or forms, then switched to another. It was really gloomy. All said it. They all agreed that so much repetition was not good, but deep down they had probably discovered the same thing Celeste found. They were becoming very good despite only knowing the basics. And all recognized techniques, and pronounced their names without fear. They saw the color palettes, even without trying and also knew how to create them. So one day, they all asked for a test to prove they all learned the basics. They all approved. "We will have a living model next week." The professor said without changing his classic melancholic tone.
