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 grimaced as she finished with meal she had been cooking. They had run out of regular meat and were down to the fish they bred. That meant the now twenty-six year old had a limited supply of meals she could produce. This was what felt like the longest period of time she had ever gone with eating the same thing over and over. It was worse than her ramen days.
With another grimace she wondered if there was a way for them to get fresh meat. She then shook her head. There was no way they would be able to get radiation off the animal.
"Guess we're stuck with fish for a long time." Sarah sighed one last time before putting the final touches to the meal. It wasn't five star, but it would do for the time. She was silently happy she had been able to create what she had.
She walked around the kitchen and set the table with what she had cooked. The others weren't in the kitchen, but she figured a quick yell would bring them to the warm food.
Juka walked from his room into the kitchen. He didn't typically eat given how scarce food often was and the fact that he didn't really need to eat. However, meal time was the best time to compare notes with the others. He roamed the world more than any of his fellow bunker inhabitants and he took it as his responsibility to keep them updated in his happenings. In return, Celeste would send him out on trading expeditions, bringing those articles with him they happened to have in plenty at the moment and returning with articles they had a shortage of. With how often he was traveling, that made it even more important that the join the others for their meal.
Here in the bunker, he knew they had it better than almost anyone else in the desolated world they were now forced to live in. If the food his fellow inhabitants ate was usually on the bland and uninteresting side, at least it didn't smell or taste rotten. If their clothing wasn't the most luxurious, at least they never had to worry about not having proper clothing to wear. Their bunker had tall walls, was heated and even had generators and batteries for some basic electrical needs. In this new world, their bunker was the closest thing to a castle around. Perhaps that made them the closest thing to nobility around.
"Sarah, my dear, the food smells lovely as always." Just because the world had ended was no reason not to remain polite, especially towards one of the few he trusted. Juka had a very specific philosophy: treat him fairly and he'd treat you the same. Try and screw him over and he'd do his best to ruin you. Which, more often than not, involved making sure his enemies ended up in Roach's fighting arena as a fitting end to dishonest business. Sarah, however, had never treated him with anything but fairness and respect.
Sarah smiled at Juka's comment of the food. She honestly didn't think the smell was as good as her friend said, but she had been the one cooking so she just smiled.
"Thank you, Juka. Help yourself, if you're hungry," she told him. She set a stack of plates on the table and sat down. "I honestly didn't know you were back. How was this trip?"
The young woman wouldn't say it, but she always listened carefully to where Juka had been and who he had seen. She was always listening for information about the other side of the country. She missed her family dearly.
Living with her mutant friends was amazing, but even after all this time it was strange. Often times she felt like they were hiding in the bunker they took shelter in. Juka was the only one who really left. The others and herself stayed hidden, besides when people came to trade. The idea was unsettling, but Sarah knew it was how it would be.
"Anything interesting?" she asked as she put food on her plate.
Like every night when the solar panels ceased to produce energy, the machines began to run with the electricity stored in the batteries. There were a lot of them in the machinery room, and all were connected indirectly to each solar panel. Thus, whenever there was a surplus, it was accumulated in them. Even with so many batteries, they needed to manage the electricity wisely.
A small lamp shone on the desk shyly, producing long shadows across the lobby whose furniture was sparse. Occasionally, she left the reading to make some notation. Each word or sign represented the entrance or exit of all the items. The other source of light was in the kitchen where her cook was preparing dinner.
Sarah's announcement was met with a fatal indifference by the teenager, who did not have any desire to eat fish again. When they did not eat fish from their ponds, they were eating canned tuna and other relatives. "At least our fish is fresh." Without enthusiasm, Celeste headed toward the kitchen with a slow and heavy pace. Once she reached the table, she offered a tired smile to her cook Sarah and her most valuable trader Juka, and then be dropped into the chair. Exhausted by the short walk. "I have news, today arrived some new DVDs." Said the girl, trying to forget the long day of work. "The same guy from last week brought a few more." She watched most of these movies before the attack, but it had been so long she could swear they were new. Maybe that night they could watch them together.
