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.
The delivery people were impossible. Maya was very close to yelling at them when finally Gemma made an appearance, and took matters into her own hand. She was a practical woman. Also, she knew there was an inspection going on. Maya headed back into the building, hoping Jason did not venture far... Wandering inspectors were not great. But Jason was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she saw Lotte walking down to the lobby, curious about the noise outside.
"Hey! Lotte? Where's Iris? Did she run away again?"
Lotte shook her head.
"No, Becca came back and let me go."
"Oh?" Becca was not due back for a few more hours. If she was... something could have gone wrong. "Thanks. Hey, if you see the inspector wandering around, tell him I'll be here in a second, okay?."
Deciding to leave the inspector issue for a few more minutes, Maya skipped into a mirror and made a short trip upstairs.
While Maya was struggling with the onslaught of mysteriously appearing delivery people downstairs, drawing more attention from staff and students, Iris was back in the Grey-Morris apartment upstairs, trying to build unrealistic towers from building blocks. Her new babysitter was a young woman named Lotte, recently hired at the Mansion as a temp teacher after extensive background checks and some power-based testing. She had a mutant ability to change the color of things, and turn objects sparkly, which turned out to be very popular with smaller kids. Since she had ambitions to be a kindergarten teacher, she was more than happy to watch Iris whenever her two parents needed a break. Or had work to attend to.
Lotte was in the process of making "MOVE BWUE!" blocks, when the door opened to reveal Becca. "Oh. Hello there! Didn't think you would be back yet..."
"Technically it's both. Many of our students stay during their college studies..."
DING!
Maya groaned. What the hell. She nodded to the inspector. "Bathroom here just around the corner. I'll be back in a minute."
Leave it to the Mansion to have something weird going on just when there was this guy around. Maya grumbled, heading to the front gates... to be faced with an entire horde of... assorted delivery people. Her half-foggy brain tried to find out if it was a significant day she didn't know about. Or a celebration. Or... if this was just a very, very bad joke.
Maya masked a sigh of relief. The last thing they would have needed was to mess up on the inspection and have some sort of fine to pay. Or getting their licence questions. They had enough on their plate as is. With Becca away on mystic business, they already had a newer staff member currently watching Iris.
"It has to be." she smiled at the inspector, finishing her coffee. "One never knows when something around here..."
DING!
Front door. Maya tilted her head, but trusted whoever was on greeting duty to take care of whatever was at the front door.
DONG!
What the... "Impatient people. Kids need to stop ordering pizza." She rolled her eyes, leading the inspector out of the lab.
Maya nodded. "Yeah, we have a science lab. Down this way. Reinforced it during the rebuild with some more safety protocols... when you mix science classes with supwerpowers, gotta be prepared for everything." At leas the rebuild had been a chance to fix some things no one had gotten around to in a very long time. Classes were not in session at the moment, so she showed the way to the lab. "Tools and chemicals locked up in the storage room. It works with a faculty code."
"Nah, feel free" Maya raised her own mug as they left the kitchen. She managed not to make a quip about the place being stable. Stability was a relative term when one had mutant kids around. And bigots at the gates. "Down this hallway are the staff offices... Dorms this way" she pointed out as they walked. "Above us are the staff apartments for those who live here. Classrooms this way, training rooms and infirmary in the basement."
"A lot of the staff lives here" Maya admitted, getting started on the coffee as the guy checked whatever needed to be checked. The pantry needed some restocking, honestly. Carrick must have been around again. "I do too. Been here since I was a teen... for many of us, it's the only home we have." And now she was raising a family here too. A family of mutants and mystics. Maya poured a mug of coffee and handed it to Jason. "It's like feeding an army around here, around the clock."
"Do all of those things have to be true at the same time?" Maya deadpanned, too tired to have a filter. She soon recovered, shaking her head. "Sorry. Bad sense of humor. Ignore it. We are doing our level best here." As teachers, as parents, and as a fighting force. That had to be graded on a curve. Maya headed down to the living room. "How about we start in the common room and the kitchen? I can get you a coffee or tea if you like."
"Well, you are entering the student bathrooms at your own risk" Maya snorted. "But I'll give you the tour." As exhausted as she was, she was not going to let an inspector wander around unaccompanied. The school always had some shenanigans going on. And she didn't trust strangers that much, especially if they showed up in an official capacity. Especially if they came from places that had never been too friendly to the Mansion before. "So... what are you looking for, exactly? Hygiene standards? Delinquent behavior?"
Maya blinked. Scheduled inspection. "Riiiiight." Dammit. Where was Gemma and Sam when they were needed? Maya was not even sure she could keep up with the class schedule anymore, let alone anything else that didn't involve potty training and naptime. Dammit. "Yeah, sure. Come on in." She let the man in, closing the door. "The one recent issue being that an interdimensional hate cult leveled the school?" She asked, too tired to be tactful.
Gawain frowned. The mystic was either more powerful than they knew, or he had leveled up since. Laying out Sam was no small feat. And neither was disappearing in plain sight, not with clones and Svetalana present. Gawain swore under his breath, watching Sam get up.
Maya made a beeline for the snacks and coffee before sinking into a bean bag. She was glad Liz was here. It was easier to be here with a friend. Not that she had anything against the man who joined them. She sighed, shrugging.
"Feeling like I'm parenting a traumatized toddler." she summed it up; the circles under her eyes spoke of the rest. She looked at Rex (?) with an apologetic half smile. "I'm sorry. I remember you but... my brain is mush."
Maya opened the door with one hand, holding a large mug of coffee in the other. She felt like she had not gotten any sleep since the battle. The crisis with Iris, the hunt for the mystic, the rebuilding of the Mansion, the cousneling sessions, all just piled on top of the baseline exhaustion of parenting a three-year-old. Who was now acting out because she didn't have powers and knew something was wrong. And then there were the inspections at the Mansion, because being leveled in a traumatic interdimensional battle meant spotlights were being shown on the school.
Frankly, Maya forgot about all the inspections.
She opened the door and blinked, trying to place the man in the suit. "Hello. Can I help you?"
"Yeah well I didn't ask to be the best of us!" Gawain snapped before he could stop himself. He sighed, rubbing his forehead. Clearly the therapy was not working fast enough. "And I'm not sure that fits, after the battle..." He had put a mystic in a mirror, knowing full well it was deadly. Another thing to process. He sighed again, looking up at Sam. "What the f*** actually happened to you out there?... Seizure?"
If there was anything that Maya dreaded more than therapy, it was group therapy. And yet, Gemma seemed to think it would help, so here she was. True to her promise to Becca, Mirror had been visiting the counselor for the past few months. Dealing with the destruction of the Mansion, the craziness around rebuilding, the losses and goodbyes, was only compounded by the ongoing man hunt for the mystic who had hurt Iris. That had brought a whole lot of sh*t to the surface, about Mirror's relationship to her own powers, as well as to the mystics in her family. Therapy was sorely needed. Some days, it didn't feel like it was doing any good.
Maya gave Liz a tired smile as she showed up at the office door. The man - Rex? - was familiar from the battle. Just his presence was a jolt again, bringing back memories. Maya sighed. "Let's do this."
