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.
Archery was quite the soothing activity after a long day's work. The young knight stood in the range he pestered Sam into setting up on the Mansion grounds, well away from the walking path of any reasonable student. The Danger Room had more possibilities for training, but nothing matched the fresh air, the sunset, and the quiet of the nearby woods.
The evening quiet was occasionally interrupted by the swooshing sound of arrows as Gawain let one loose after another, hitting one of the three targets set up for practice. He was currently perched on a nearby tree, one leg hooked around a branch for balance, taking his time adjusting to the light of the setting sun. After training newbies, filing paperwork and other everyday things like that, this was his quiet time.
Arianwen had spent the day looking for a place to shoot and after some eventual asking around she'd been pointed over here. Her sharp ears picked up the whir of an arrow speeding through the air and the soft thump of it landing in the target. Her keen eyes tracked the trajectory of the arrow and picked out the form of the shooter. She was carrying her collapsible recurve bow with a slim, homemade quiver for her arrows slung over over one shoulder. When she was close enough she drew an arrow, nocked it, pulled back the string and then released. It landed dead-center in the target and a small smirk curved her lips.
Between two arrows, a third one came in and hit the target. Bullseye. Gawain blinked and pulled his hand back from reaching for the next arrow, turning his head to pick out the shooter. What do you know. There was a new archer in town.
Letting go of the branches, he swung down upside down with his legs still wrapped around a lower branch. It gave him a better viewpoint of the girl that walked up to the range.
"Nice shot" he noted, eyes already on her archery gear. She was clearly not a beginner at this. "Visitin', stayin', or just messin' with me?"
"Thanks. I just moved in yesterday. Asked around for a place to shoot and they pointed me out here." She replied honestly with a shrug. She knew she was good, but to be able to shoot upside down like that was beyond her skill set. Not that she'd go advertising that to someone she didn't yet know.
"My name is Arianwen, and that was some pretty good shooting yourself." She added after a moment, giving the boy one of her small, mysterious smiles. Then again, everything was mysterious when all a person could see of you was your mouth and nose.
>>"Thanks. I just moved in yesterday. Asked around for a place to shoot and they pointed me out here. My name is Arianwen, and that was some pretty good shooting yourself."
He looked her over. Was she kidding? She had goggles and earphones on, and she still shot like that. Interesting.
"Welcome to the Mansion, then" he smirked, swinging back up momentarily to unhook his legs and then drop quietly to the ground. "Name's Gawain. Mansion greeter, responsible for training new students."
She took his hand briefly, for the sake of being polite, before quickly withdrawing her own. His question caused a more bitter smile to cross her lips as she shrugged.
"Not much. Just my senses of hearing, sight, and touch being increased to the point of being painful." She said dismissively, though the bitter tone of her voice was obvious. But she shook it off and gestured at the range.
"Nice set up you have here. Anyone else use it?" She asked to take attention from her little break of character. She didn't often let her bitterness show, so whenever she did she did her best to cover it up quickly.
She smiled slightly at that, watching him step back.
"It's alright, the goggles block light and the headphones dull sounds. So you don't have to quiet yourself on my account." She assured him, a little touched by his attempts to help her out. At his question she shrugged, but she did think his rather specified list of popular weapons was sort of specific.
"About five years or so." She replied, walking with him. When they reached the target she carefully removed her arrow, studying how deeply it had embedded into the target before putting it away with her others.
"Ya've got two on me then" he noted, pulling out arrows too, not missing how hers was right in the middle "I picked it up when I moved in here. Before that it was knives an' punches. Hard to get a good archery gear on the streets."
She nodded in understanding, remembering her trip out here.
"Yeah, I was lucky to have grabbed my gear before I left home." She replied, not revealing why she'd left home. Though his next question would get him some small part of that answer.
"My parents wanted me to come here, before they died." She explained with a shrug.
>>"Yeah, I was lucky to have grabbed my gear before I left home. My parents wanted me to come here, before they died."
Gawain frowned, slipping the arrows back into the quiver.
"I'm sorry" he said, quite honest about it; there were way too many similar stories within the school, including his own. Even though both his parents were technically still alive, he had experienced loss very similar to many other students'.
She shook her head, a sad smile on her pale lips as she remembered her loving, affectionate parents. But invariably her mind turned to their deaths and her smile fell with the change of thoughts.
"No, they were all too human." She replied, the sorrow tinging her voice though she did her best to hide it. Then she looked at him with another, different smile.
"You up for a little friendly competition?" She asked this playfully, lips pulled up in a challenging smile and eyes sparkling behind her goggles.
Even with the goggles on, he could see the sadness. Losing both parents must have been horrible; as someone who had gone through that himself, Gawain knew when not to pry. Fortunately, the girl herself offered a graceful way out of the conversation.
>>"You up for a little friendly competition?"
"Sure" he grinned, walking back with her away from the targets "What do you have in mind?"
Arianwen flashed him a grin as they headed away from the targets.
"Fast draw and shoot?" She suggested, turning to face the targets with her quiver still slung over her shoulder. What she was suggesting was a test of skill under pressure in some ways. No taking time to prepare the shot or get your bearings. As soon as they started they would have to whip out an arrow, nock it, draw it, and shoot. The winner would be the one who shot fastest and most accurately.
"Good enough" the young knight grinned, adjusting the quiver on his hip "I've got ten. Right target is yours, left is mine. Ready?"
They got back behind the standard line for shooting and took their positions. Gawian held his bos pointing to the ground, his hand hovering over the feathers sticking out of the quiver.
