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.
((OOC: This is...could become a solo of Aurion's past, from when he left the hospital to when he left his parents, maybe even a bit after.))
Hank heard the sound of the solid metal door unlocking, the heavy bolts that locked it in place sliding back with the awful sound of metal grating against metal. His hearing hadn't gotten any better, but being in such a soundless room, where almost nothing from outside leaked in, every noise was loud. So loud in fact that he could hear the orderly grunt a few times as he pried the door open, bit by bit. Hank had, in a fit, slammed and rammed the door, denting and bending it, warping the metal with every hit. It had started out as a nice, white, padded room that he couldn't hurt himself in, not now though. The padding had been shredded and ripped, torn apart over the weeks and months.
When the door creaked open a few inches he nearly bolted. No, not nearly, he tried. His large, muscular shoulder, and his plated head hit the once padded door with enough force to send the orderly on the other side, a large burly man, to the floor after hitting the opposite wall. If it hadn't been for the barrier that they had set in place so it couldn't open far enough to let him leave, Hank would have been tearing through the halls to freedom, to go home.
"OUT!" He screamed, hammering on the door with one hand as his other arm quested through the opening to try and reach the barrier. "I want out!"
"F***ing mutant!" The words were barely audible, the venom in them was enough to cause the doctor with him to suck in a shocked gasp. "Charles! Even if Hank is a mutant he's still a patient. We're sworn to help and heal everyone, human or not." The doctor, Dr. Emerich, gave the orderly a hard, stern gaze. Charles knew his job was on the line, this wasn't the first such comments he had made, and he was on his last leg as it were. Dr. Emerich could dismiss him for the comment, but wouldn't, if only because Charles had just been dashed to the floor by a child less than half his age, even if that child was a mutant.
Hank's little tantrum had ended as he slumped to the floor, spent for the moment. Small rivulets of scarlet fell from his eyes onto floor between his feet. Soft sobs escaped him, a gurgling rumble weaved with every hitch of breath. 'Mommy...Daddy.' He said over and over to himself, silently. 'I wanna go home...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be bad. I'll be good, I promise. Please.' This was not the first time the words were thought. It was almost a daily routine, this silent mantra.
He heard a voice in his head, a deep, resonant voice, as far from melodic as anything could be, laughing at him. Hank could see, in his mind's eye, the face of the thing laughing. It wasn't his face, not his human face, but the face he wore now. It was his face, but at the same time, it wasn't. It was the face he saw in his nightmares, that he had seen for over a year now, the twisted, hateful, dangerously vicious of his inner self.
As if reading his mind Dr. Emerich spoke, "Hank." He heard the sobs of the child on the other side of the door and his heart broke a bit more every time he heard it.
His own daughter had shown signs of an awakened Xgene many years ago, but life hadn't been as cruel to her as it had been to this boy. After talking to his wife, they had decided to enroll her in the Xavier's school, and move to NYC to be close to her. They visited her from time to time, mostly when she was free from school work. She was a young woman after his own heart. She was able to ease the pain of others with just the touch of her hand.
It was that connection that made Emerich to get close to the opening once before, many months earlier. It cost him a trip to the ER when Hank had lashed out and scored three, deep gashes to his upper arm. Sometimes he could still feel the flaming pain from those claws had caused him. He stayed away from the opening when he dealt with the young mutant.
Dropping his voice a bit, he spoke in a way that he used to calm down other patients. "Hank, shhhh. It's okay." He waiting for the boy's sobbing to subside a bit more. "I've got some news for you. Good news." He nearly whispered his next words, "You're going home."
Hank made a sniffling sound, trying to clear his sinus of mucus, without much success, his breath hitching with every intake or exhale. Turning his head to look at the door opening, even though he knew no one was there to see. "Home?" He asked weakly, not trusting himself or his ears.
"Yes, home. Your parents will be here to pick you up later."
"Mom! Dad! When?! When!?"
"I'm not sure exactly, but there are papers to fill out before we can let you go." Emerich trailed off. He couldn't quite put his finger on why he felt he needed to explain to the child, especially one who seemed to have been stunted mentally, even regressed.
"Ooh. Okay." Hank deflated and his words sounded flat. It didn't really matter when, he couldn't tell time in his room anyway. He had long since stopped trying to figure out what time it was or how many days had passed.
"Hank, I've got to shut the door now, I'll be back later, with your parents."
Instead of getting up and moving, he just flopped onto the floor and rolled a bit so he was flat on his back. His arms his the ground with a thud. Emerich chanced a quick glance into the room before nodding to Charles, who with Emerich, shut and locked the door again.
Heading back to his office Emerich couldn't help wonder how Hank's parents would react when they saw him. They hadn't come back to see him, not even once, since Hank's mutation really started to assert itself on the boy. He had kept them informed, had told them he had gotten better, that he was safe, from himself and to others. He had tried to inform them of his...physical condition, the full extent of his changes. They hadn't wanted to hear about it. Emerich thought, hoped, that it was because they would still feel the same love for him as they had when they brought him.