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.
And that really was it. From there, it was a quick multi-block walk through the Park and across the street, to the amazingly inconspicuous black jeep with the tinted windows. Inside, the driver--a large, hulking man with one a paperback copy of The Screwtape Letters in his hand--barely even glanced at his unexpected passenger.
A bit later, the jeep pulled past the security gate of a research laboratory complex, and rolled to a neat stop in its expansive parking garage.
"Welcome to Mondragon Labs," Calley intoned merrily; "Home to just about every mutant in New York who dodged registration, secret base from which we plan our dastardly schemes to free the concentration camps and overturn the law, and, ah, a place with free room and board." Calley nodded in agreement with himself, and munched on the last of his burgers. What could he say? The food in the canteen wasn't fattening enough. "Any questions?" He asked lightly, as he popped open the jeep's door and hopped onto the polished concrete floor of the garage.
"Uh. Yeah. Just a couple. First of all, where do I go from here, and what do I do? And secondly, is there someone that I have to notify that I'm here or something? This is just...all so sudden." Giles was beginning to suspect something odd, but he didn't want his paranoia to screw with him. This might well be a good thing. But could he really trust Calley? Was he making the right decision?
Calley lounged back against the side of the jeep, bumping his head against a tinted window. He answered through half-slitted eyes, and with a slight grin. This was for two reasons: one, he was thinking--for the second time in as many weeks--just how amazingly easy it would be to kill someone. Or at least, to kidnap them. Especially if they were afraid of something, and you were able to offer them something they wanted. Second: Mister Giles here was already paranoid, and Calley was very interested in seeing the effect half-slitted eyes and a smile would have on him.
"Second question first: nope, no notification necessary. Or more accurately, someone already got notified the second you and me and Frank here--" he briefly tilted his head towards the hulking man who was wordlessly stepping out of the driver's side. Frank didn't acknowledge the use of his name. He simply walked away, deeper into the building, on Frank-like business. "--drove onto Lab grounds. Oh! Actually, one thing: what's your power?" Calley stood up a little straighter as he asked, and opened his eyes back up all the way. He was still leaning against the jeep, though. "We sorta need to know, so that we can figure out what sort of other mutants you'd work well with. Umm, power-wise." Not so much personality-wise. They were having some interesting little abrasions from that: cooping three distinctly different organizations, and a couple of no-affiliation strays, into the same building wasn't good for tension levels.
"As to what to do... That really depends on you." Calley yawned. Hey, he'd missed his nap, and it was night, and... and yeah. The best greeter of new members ever, he was not. But he certainly did seem to be recruiting in new people a lot lately. "I guess I should ask... besides your power, umm, what are you 'like', I guess?" That was a stupid way to phrase things, and he knew it. It showed in his crinkled-together eyebrows that he knew it. "Which is to say, I guess, do you like fighting? Or would you rather do things the peaceful route? Most people around here are preparing for a full-out assault to free the camps, but some of us--" himself included, oddly enough, and mostly out of sheer boredom "--are thinking of doing things less violently. I'm not quite sure what we'll do yet... maybe try and rally a bunch of college students together for a march down to city hall and a hunger strike, or something." He gave a half-shrug, and looked to his fellow teen.
"So, in conclusion, what's your power, and do you want to 'Hulk smash!' or 'give peace a chance'?"
Giles looked at Calley, his feet firmly on the ground of the garage. He thought about it for a second. Then, "Well, I guess you'd call it force fields. My powers, I mean. It sounds so cheesy saying force fields, but that's what it is essentially. And second, I want to fight. Peace has never gotten anyone anywhere. Well, it has, but that's boring." He laughed at his stupidity, but he didn't care. He looked around. "First of all, before I ask another question, I want to thank you. I'm glad I ran into you in the park. I'd probably be dead, or walking around starving and freezing right now."
Giles walked closer to Calley and put out his hand, an offer for him to shake it.
"Secondly, where do I go from here? Or would you rather me just figure things out for myself? Heh."
Calley listened intently to Giles’ descriptions of his powers. Not that he really needed to: he could have zoned that part out completely, if he’d wanted to. Between all of the various security cameras and recording devices at the Labs (including the more portable ones), that pretty little sound bite was probably available for playback in seventeen formats by now, and translated into at least three languages plus brail. To the man’s comments about peace never getting anyone anywhere, Calley made a face, but nodded. It would be nice if peace could do jack squat for anyone, but—
It can.
—it really couldn’t. Despite what anyone said, Calley had seen things first hand: power was what got things done. There wasn’t anything that said ‘power’ more clearly than getting slammed against a wall. Or getting forced into a concentration camp.
As far as the man’s thanks were concerned, he was just beginning an awkward shrug when Giles closed in on him, and started moving his arm. Calley had stood bolt-upright away from the jeep before he realized the teen’s hand was shaped for a handshake. ...Right. Attempting to cover his charming moment of paranoid over-reaction, he took the hand with far more enthusiasm than he felt, and gave it a vigorous shake. “What can I say?” He grinned with a modest shrug. “We’ve got to stick together. If mutants don’t help mutants, who will, right? I’m not so great with the fighting, so the Resistance has me on the outside, trying to find people like you. People who could use our help, and who might want to help us, too.” Now he was just getting flowery. He shut up, and let the nice new member speak.
"Secondly, where do I go from here? Or would you rather me just figure things out for myself? Heh."
Calley laughed backed. “Well, you’ll be figuring things out a lot from here on out... One of the things you’ll notice is that we’re still getting ourselves prepared. Everyone’s got to find their place; what role they fit. Right now the fighters are mostly doing a lot of training. I think there are plans in the works to bring one of those Stalkers in to dissect, and to figure out how the cuffs work, and how the Camps are run... We’re going to bust everyone out. I’ve probably already mentioned that.” He gave a sheepish grin. “Umm, the actual building is kind of confusing... a little maze-like, especially since all the halls have that ‘hey! I’m a white-washed-wally conformist!’ look to them. If you get lost, just ask one of the guards. There’s a lot of guards.” He nodded in agreement with himself.
((ooc: If you’d like to get in on the Hide-and-Seek training threads, you can PM Iris. Otherwise, you’re good to start and/or join in on any thread at Mondragon Labs, or anywhere else. Err, except for at the Camps. Well, you could... it just wouldn’t be such a hot idea for you remaining free. ))