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.
>>”Thaur was naethin' she coods hae dain. Th' zones those lasses created waur tay wide tae rin awa' frae.”
So, it was mutant activity, not the world ending. Again. Maya tried to piece her memories together, but none of them made any sense. Most of it, she remembered upside-down for some reason, and then there were people, and colors, and a storm... Maya groaned as thinking got too much, and rubbed her forehead. What a damn mess...
>>”Ah dinnae think Celeste coods hae ran anyway. Afair she went nuclear, somethin' in thaur caught 'er. She has a pretty nasty stab woond frae a dagger...”
So Celeste did not only not get away, did not only go nuclear, but she had been hurt too. With a...
"Oh sh*t" Maya's eyes opened wide this time. She remembered stabbing the witch, or what she thought was the witch, after the X-girl flung him around some monster and there were mirrors and... "I stabbed Celeste?!"
>>"Maya is a beautiful name. As is Gawain is a handsome name."
Gawai chuckled at that. He liked his names. Mom had chosen them well, and he never regretted having to explain them to anyone. Gwen, on her part, took the whole gender shifting thing in stride. Now Gawain was curious about what her own powers were, and how they might have worked in the historical situation she used to live in...
>>"Sure. I can see through others eyes and hear, but not as well. I can also whisper into their minds. So, I can see what they see, what they hear, and I can talk to them. However, the whispering kind of makes people freak out. Most of the time they know that the voice is not right in their mind."
"Whoa." Gawain blinked, impressed by her abilities "Yeah, I can see how that would freak people out."
Seeing what you saw, hearing what you heard, and talking directly into your head? The woman was a perfect spy. People who found out about what she could do would no doubt trip over themselves to recruit her for all kinds of jobs...
There had been other people in that parking garage. Others that were stuck there, fighting for their lives, trying and failing not to be affected by whatever psychic storm had been conjured up. One of them was a girl from Impact's team. The dude with the wind powers... and Celeste. While Maya liked to make sure people were okay, especially in messed up situations like this, Celeste had been her primary focus. Celeste was not a fighter, she was a Mansion student, and she had very dangerous powers. And Maya, in the end, failed to protect her.
>>”Celeste is… alive. She’s alive, but she’s in bad shape. Celeste is in a coma.”
Maya groaned again. "Dammit..." she muttered, rolling over and reaching up to run her eyes. Everything hurt still. "Told 'er to run..."
Every once in a while, after a very stressful day, Mirror would have nightmares. And every once in a while, but definitely more often than s/he would have liked, those nightmares featured Aura. Mirror had seen Aura fight and kill before, and it horrified her; not because of the blood and the gore, although that was pretty bad too, but because of the sheer difference between the attitude of most people Mirror knew, and Aura's naive, unapologetic attitude towards murder. In short, Aura confused and terrified the mirrorwalker. So, when she ran across her fighting again, this time in the Other New York, Maya could not help but watch.
The aura was different. It was blue, not pink. The situation was the same, though, a girl outmatched by people attacking her for whatever reason, and not being bothered by that fact at all. Something, however, was definitely off.
>>"You are clearly outmatched, please withdraw"
Maya, watching from a nearby window (she had been on her way to visit the Other X-men), blinked in shock. Did Aura just say please?... She watched, even more stunned, as the woman took the three men down, without killing, or even cutting, a single one of them. They gave up, in the end. She still didn't kill them.
"I would run while you can" Maya noted, stepping out of the window to aim an arrow at the men. They did not need to be told twice. But at least they lived?...
Jesse smiled as she repeated the news, a little clearer this time. It was fun to say, and definitely fun to share with someone that she considered a friend. Sheer luck there, having doppelgangers that actually liked them enough to be friends, rather than some messed up evil twin type situation. Once she got over the shock, and coughed up the Pad Thai, Becca seemed equally excited about the news.
>>”Jesse, tha’s fantastic! Congratulations! Mah word, ye tois ur gonna hae a wee baby! Astrid’s gonna gie a sister!”
"She is" Jesse smiled. The idea of a baby scared her, but she was willing to face down the scary part. "It was, um... definitely a surprise, but we are all happy with it."
>>”Woah. There’s a universe where Gawain an’ Ah hae a baby. Ah mean. Wow. Crazy…”
"Yeah. I know, right?" Jesse chuckled, leaning against the frame of the mirror "I mean, to me, it's crazy that Becca and I are not married in your world" she grinned "But at least you two get along well, huh."
Okay, so after a few moments of observation, being awake sucked worse than being halfway dead. Maya was not a fan of it. She was keenly aware of the pain from all the bruises and injuries, as well as the cramps in her stomach, and she felt like she had a very bad sunburn all over. The one thing hez hazy mnd was glad for was that she had not been awake for the shifting.
>> ”Ur ye awake? Yer in th’ infirmary. Ah’m here wi’ ye, it’s November first, an’ yer safe.”
The voice, and the hand, were definitely Becca's. Maya whimpered again as she tried to open her eyes. Looking made things worse. Go figure. At least the basic information of what Becca was saying went through: Halloween was over, and she was safe.
>>”Hoo dae ye feel?”
That would have been hard to put into words, so Maya groaned and made some miserable noises, before she attempted to blink her eyes open again. Halloween. Monsters. Utter craziness...
>>”That certainly sounds like it could keep people up at night,”
Ravi sounded... marginally excited. Not excited, really. He had either already seen another universe, bought the t-shirt, and was done with the hype now, or (much more likely) he was just not all that much interested in the conversation he had to carry while also making art. Which, ultimately, Gawain was okay with. He was getting a cool, personal tattoo, and he really did not expect the guy pulling the late night shift to be nice about it.
>>”Alright, so what colours do you want me to use?”
"Umm... well, the coat of arms is red and gold" Gawain noted "Red, like in... heraldic red." How many red options did a tattoo parlor have, anyway?... Heraldic red was basic red, because colors needed to be basic and easily distinguishable on a battlefield. Nobody cared about matching shades in the middle ages. Not that Gawain was going to explain that to Ravi. "The pentagram is gold, originally, but..." people did not get gold tattoos, did they "Something close to that is fine."
Gawain was shoved by Ami out of the mirror and into... Ami? The world tilted, and it felt like he had run into another mirror without taking a break, expect he was definitely not in the mirrorworld now. The rhino mutant thundered past behind him as Gawain shoved Ami (or whoever she was) out of its way, tripped, and stumbled together with her. It was not graceful, heroic, or even acceptable at all. Gawain swore, and looked up just in time to watch the rhino faceplant with force enough to make him stay down for the foreseeable future.
"Wha..." Gawain finally found his footing. And stared at Ami, who had managed to get out the other way and trip the rhino. And then he turned and stared at other Ami. Both of them were there, both of them were real, and both had the same less than appreciative expression on their face as they looked back at him. Gawain deflated with a sigh. "C'mon, this is not fair..."
>>"A million people would not fit!... Ohhhh. You mean the USA. There have 9 or 10 million of people in the whole USA." That was better. That made a lot more sense.
Maya chuckled at the misunderstanding. A million people would not have fit into the mall... even though sometimes it felt like there were that many in it. The number was low for the US, obviously, but there was no way Kalos would have known that. It probably sounded like an incredible number to the little Atlantean.
"New York City." she corrected herself "There are that many people in New York City. In the whole of the USA... about three hundred million?... It's a big continent, you know."
>>"Where would the travelling be?"
"Ummm... any place you want?" Maya ventured, but she knew that was not much to go on. "I'll show you some pictures, and you can pick, how is that? I told you, the USA is a big country... we have mountains, and forests, and rivers, and beaches and... um, all kinds of cities."
Maya was floating in some strange neverland that sucked in very creative ways. Sometimes it was the parking garage hellscape filled with all kinds of twisted figures; sometimes it was just pain all over and cramps that made her throw up even way after she had run out of things to throw up at all. Sometimes it was a numb, silent thing, a form of sleep paralysis, where she struggled to either wake up or pass out, but could do neither. Am I in a coma?... Boy, that **** would *** suck.
She lost her sense of time a while ago. She was vaguely aware that she was Maya, but which Maya day it was, she did not know. She hurt everywhere, inside and out, and felt like she was going to be nauseous for ever.
When the cramps came again, Maya made a small whimpering noise, curling up as she lay on her side. There was really nothing in her to throw up, but that only made the feeling worse, in a way, with no chance of relief. She sniffled as someone placed a cool hand on her forehead.
>>”Dammit, Maya…”
Becca?
"Sgoo" Maya muttered, with her eyes closed. She liked the cool hand. It brought a shred of clarity. She was somewhere in a bed, and Becca was there too. Infirmary?... Likely. "Sgoinon..."
Jese was generally a good person, and had left her roguish ways behind a long time ago... but that did not mean she did not enjoy delivering the news to Becca somewhat. Maybe she was less of a good person than she'd thought. The look on Becca's face was pretty priceless, although for a moment Jesse worried she might choke on her Thai food.
>>”Wanna rin 'at by me again?”
"Well, um..." Jesse smirked sheepishly, waiting for Becca to catch her breath "I know it's probably strange, hearing it like this, but... yeah, Becca's pregnant." Jesse could not really keep the happiness and excitement off her face. She really was close to beaming about it. The baby was a surprise she had given up on a long time ago, and now that it was a reality, Jesse was very, very happy about it.
>>"I can save things for later, at usual. Pockets are good for hiding food and it's good to hide things away for later, but sometimes that makes the dogs more interested."
Maya blinked, in the way she usually did when Kalos talked about how her life had been so far. Hiding food, running from dogs, eating too fast... those habits were going to die hard, even if she knew, consciously, that she did not need them anymore. It was going to be a process for sure. Maya munched on her pizza, slowly, mainly not to freak Kalos out.
>>"How many people live here?"
"Umm... honestly, I am not sure. Somewhere between eight to ten million?" Maya ventured. She was not sure if that would be a high or low number in Kalos' eyes... in fact, it was hard to guess how many people Atlantis had, since they lived separated into two very distinct worlds. "It's a very busy place... not all of the USA is like this. Maybe I'll take you traveling a little, hm? See other places that are less crowded..."
>>"Yes. Too fast. It was so good and sometimes food is taken away. I didn't think. It was my own doing. It was a very big piece."
Maya scooted over to pat Kalos gently on the back. She had eaten too fast, basically without chewing, and the supreme was a hard pizza to defeat, even under the best of circumstances. No wonder the kid was not feeling well. Once upon a time Maya had made similar mistakes. Usually with alcohol and candy, but the principle was the same.
"No one's gonna take food away from you, I promise." she said, rubbing Kalos' back.
>>"I will not be sick on you unless you make me run. Please eat and enjoy, but much more slow."
Maya took a bite of her own pizza, keeping an eye on Kalos as she did so.
"I'm definitely not gonna make you run" she promised "but if you feel like you're gonna throw up anyway, let me know, and I'll find you a garbage can..."
Sentences she had only ever said to adults before.
Becca jumped and made a very satisfying squeaky noise of surprise. Jesse laughed as she moved over to stand in a smaller frame that her wife had set up on the desk for conversations.
>>”Th’ sprin' roll shoods know better. If Ah maunt tae emotionally commit tae it, Ah wooldnae hae booght th' Pad Thai, tay.”
"Fair point. Gotta keep your options open." Jesse grinned. Becca was much like her Becca, but also different in some ways; one seemed to be that she was not really committed to anyone at the moment. Except for Pad Thai. She really seemed committed to that one. Jesse sighed. She really missed food sometimes.
>>”Nice tae see ye, Jesse. Is Rebecca it oan a lunch run ay her own?”
"Nah" Jesse shook her head "I sent her home for a nap. She should not be running around all day, with... um." Jesse realized that they had never actually, officially broken the news of the baby to their other-world alter-egos. They talked about it, and decided to do it a while ago, they just... never got around to it. And then they figured when Becca started showing, they would notice anyway. "She's still not quite over the morning sickness yet."
Maya was not sure if Kalos was going to accept her pizza slice. She could always just go get another one, but Kalos still had some issues about asking and accepting, especially if Maya was giving away something that was considered her own. Like food. She was not entirely surprised when the coral child rejected it.
>>"For all the respect in my heart I cannot accept any more. Also... my body is very too much full."
Okay, so she was a tiny person, and that slice had been pretty large, and full of... stuff. For someone having their first encounter with pizza, it had to be an overwhelming experience. However, Maya was worried by the groaning.
>>"Please enjoy your food with more care. I have regrets."
"Did you eat too fast?" Maya ventured an understatement "Do you... um, need to drink some water? Or go to the bathroom?..."
Atlantean mutant coral kids. Why did they not come with manuals?...
