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.
Sarah watched him sit down across from her. She messed with the pen in her hands for a moment before he said anything.
>>“I’m Sam by the way… and I suppose I’m pleased to meet you although I would rather it have happened under better circumstances.”
Her weak smile grew a little. "I'm Sarah. And I wish it had been a better meeting myself."
She set the pen down and tried to keep from fidgeting. Her knees were bouncing a little under the table, even though she had her now empty hands on them. Her eyes were downcast slightly, keeping her from maintaining eye contact.
>>“Sorry the adrenaline rush is coming to an end and I’m paying for it. What happened here while I was gone?”
The brunette moved a piece of her hair behind her ears before she started the abridged version of what she told the cop who had taken her statement. "Well, I went looking for a phone. Instead I found the other waitresses in the changing room; the guys were in their room. Everyone was untied, though I have no idea how they were tied up in the first place. The police were called. It's been a zoo actually. People trying not to step on toes. Oh, and the cook was found in the back alley, knocked out."
She wanted to ask about what happened after he ran out, but she was afraid one of the cops might hear something to put them back under the spotlight. She'd do anything to have the restaurant the way it had been before the whole event.
"I, uh, finished the survey," she told him quietly. "Do you want me to get a first aid kit?"
Once she had looked up at his face fully she felt bad. She had left him to distract the guy and he had been beaten. It looked like it hurt and with adrenaline leaving he would start to feel the pain.
As Sarah explained what had happened to her after he left, Sam could not help but notice that she looked uncomfortable. Whether it was the after affects of the traumatic afternoon they had just lived through or him, he couldn’t quite work out. He wondered for a minute where she had been when he had when he used his powers on their assailant because he had not seen her in the kitchen at that time. Which did not mean she had not been there… The implications of her having witnessed that bizarre scene were too complex for Sam to handle right now, so if she did not bring it up he wouldn’t either.
"I, uh, finished the survey; do you want me to get a first aid kit?"
He smiled a strained smile through his cracked lip at her offer, she was kind but he was not sure there that their first aid kit had what was needed to make him feel better. What he really wanted were some painkillers but he knew that they would not help the doc diagnose him properly, masking the pain often lead to things being missed and with a head wound he would take no risks.
“No thank you. I’m going to try and get myself home and see the doctor there.”
The awkwardness of the situation seemed to stretch somewhat. He did not know what to say to her anymore and the silence was dragging. He let his eyes rest of the pile of papers on the table. That was right he had started today being ignored by strangers who did not want to fill in his surveys. At the time he had been annoyed by that but now he decided that being ignored was not a bad thing sometimes. It certainly beat having crazy strangers paying attention to you.
He reached across and started slowly straightening the piles and stacking them up. He decided that he would call a cab to get him home; even though it would be expensive it was the only way he was sure to get home in one piece.
“I’m going to call a cab to take me home; because I’m not sure I’d survive the subway like this. Do you have someone to take you home? You shouldn’t go on your own, not today…”
He was more than happy to share his cab with her if she wanted but he had a feeling that maybe she would prefer to go home with someone that did not remind her of the horrible events of that afternoon.
Sarah understood the want to go home. She herself wanted out of the circus the restaurant had become. She kept fidgeting during the silence that hung between the two. If was so strange to think that she had come int early because she was bored. Now she wished she had stayed at home.
>>“I’m going to call a cab to take me home; because I’m not sure I’d survive the subway like this. Do you have someone to take you home? You shouldn’t go on your own, not today…”
The offer was nice, but it really wasn't necessary. She didn't live too far and one of the waiters lived a block away from her. She was certain she could get the waiter to agree to walking with her. If not she could always get a police officer to walk with her, though she hoped it didn't come to that.
"I'll be fine," she stated finally. "I don't live far away and I'm sure someone will walk with me. Thank you for the offer though."
With her mind made up, she rose to her feet, though a little shaky. When she was standing she smiled at Sam before heading to the group of co-workers. She'd ask them first. They would most likely make sure she got home safely. She promised herself a long nap when she reached her apartment.
