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.
Allison rolled her eyes. Anyone who said ‘if you say so’ never meant anything but ‘I don’t believe anything you’re saying, but don’t feel like arguing now, so whatever.’ You’d think people would come up with slightly more believable variants at some point. She stayed quiet anyway; no one that convinced would ever be willing to listen anyway.
Allison squirmed and sat up as her phone rung, managing to vibrate at the same time. I am quite sure one of those two was turned off last I checked... when did I check anyway? She dug the phone out of her pocket, checked the text, and giggled. ‘P.S: I smell like your hair now ’ “Here.” She shoved the phone over toward the boy. “This is the kind of thing to focus on. Funny stuff.”
Allison grinned at the boy, shifting to her knees and then toes to stand up. “Interesting’s good.” Better than freaky, weird, get away before you contaminate me....
She nodded at his question, then grinned. “I’ve got another.” Or two? Maybe? Well, the cracked one and the undamaged one. “I am.” She tilted her head, thinking. Strange guy probably not from here who wants to buy me alcohol. That doesn’t trigger every awkward alarm ever. Buuuut he does have an excuse to ask, so. Whatever. Awkward’s not impossible to deal with. “Sure, thanks. You know where you’re going?”
“Er....” Allison blinked for a moment, as her mind attempted to catch up with her sudden relocation to the ground, and the equally sudden appearance of someone in front of her. “That one? Um....” She grabbed for it, and dug her luckily uncrushed phone out of her pocket to acquire enough light to check the color. “No, I don’t think so.” It was her oldest iPod; a gift from her parents some Christmas or birthday three or four years ago, when they were trying not to be outdone by the computer her aunt had gotten her. She felt significantly more regret at the lack of pain from losing the gift than from its actual loss. “Thanks, but I’ve got another, that’s okay.”
At about that point Allison’s mind stopped frantically catching up, backed up, and went over the sort of conversation enough to note something. She blinked again, raised her hand, and licked her palm around the phone she was still holding. No luck. She tried her opposite arm, and got no more. “But I don’t taste like sugar.”
Allison hummed and shrugged. “Yeah, it seems like it, but if your arm’s broken, do you spend all your time thinking about it until it’s healed? Bad stuff happens, regardless of... well, anything. Who you are or what you did or your friends did or if you deserve it or whatever. But if you hate a group because some of that group hates you because you’re in a group that has some members that hurt them, all you’re going to do is hurt someone who didn’t do anything to you, or anyone else, but that’ll make them hate your group because you hurt them, and it’ll just continue the cycle until everyone hates everyone.”
She dropped her arm back to catch more water and flick it into the air again. “It’s harder to think about good things, but focusing on the bad things just creates more of them. Wouldn’t being happy be worth the effort to be happy? You can’t stop bad things that have already happened, but you can stop them from happening in the future.” She paused, then grinned. "Besides. Do you have any idea how infuriating it is for people who hate you when you just forgive them? It's hilarious."
Allison had known, as long as she could remember, that wandering large cities at night was not the best choice ever. It put her in danger, if not of being attacked, at least of being catcalled. A loose jacket toned those down a bit, though, and a turned up iPod drowned the rest of those out. And any potential attackers would probably be too drunk to catch her, seeing as she was in an area with a very high density of bars. She’d already picked up a very entertaining amount of loose change and other various bits of things... and another--shiny, even--something was in front of her. She vaguely considered not bothering, it was probably much more in line with a broken piece of glass than anything useful... but why not.
Leaning over made her even harder to see, since she was wearing dark colors and small to begin with, and left her iPod sticking out of her not quite big enough pocket to a somewhat precarious degree. Which was promptly demonstrated, as--presumably a leg--bumped into her shoulder at the same time as a foot landed on the loose cord from the headphones, sending her falling the last few inches to sit on the sidewalk, a bit harder than she’d prefer but not particularly painfully, and her iPod and headphones out of her pocket and ears and onto the sidewalk.
“Probably changed the entire governmental staff since anyone’s been here, yeah,” Allison agreed. She leaned down to stick her fingers in the water; it was a bit shallower than it looked. Maybe an inch and a half. “That, or someone has some special moss-growing and stone-cracking mutation. A team of environmental mutants that go around, breaking down human creations to return the world to their proper natural state.”
Allison grinned and rolled onto her back, letting one leg dangle off the wall and one stretch out across it. “Of course. The apple gods are ultimate. Nothing can defeat them.” She hummed and let her arms drop off the sides of the wall; one ended up in the water so she pulled it back out and flicked some of the drops up into the air. “It’s better to focus on good things.”
Allison giggled at the unripe champion’s growl as well as she could while running, then laughed at his attempts to yell at her, deliberately making the laughter louder than it would be. “You can’t even breath! Catch me if you can!”
A bit more running took Allison into a surprise clearing, paved with stone squares--mostly broken, with moss growing in the cracks--that surrounded an old probable fountain; a fairy holding up a dove with its wings spread and beak open, on a pedestal in the center of a basin surrounded by foot-high cement walls. The walls were cracked, too, and half covered in moss, and no water was flowing, but there were a few inches of collected rainwater in the bottom, and some leaves; most sunken but a few floating. She slowed down automatically for a few steps, taking the place in, then leapt for the fountain and sat on the wall, breathing harder than she’d like but not panting, and twisting to peer into the leafy rainwater. “Base!” she called slightly too cheerfully back at the unripe champion.
Allison was thoroughly unhappy with the situation. Everyone who worked with her--or ever had--knew she should not be left to interact with customers if at all possible. And certainly not when she knew it was unnecessary. But, no, some idiot had scheduled her to be working with Mark and some new kid, who needed to be taught what to do. Between customer idiocy and new probably high school kid idiocy, Allison had picked the customers.
Despite the fearful expression Mark had worn when she said it.
And anyway, she wasn’t being that bad. She was ignoring a few people she could possibly be offering to help, but none of them were that near the counter or giving any obvious signs they wanted help. And she’d only death glared one customer--well, two--so far; some college kid’s stuck up parents who clearly thought they were far too good for a store that--gasp--only had a low, waist-level wall between the books and the tables, instead of full separate rooms for each. And for the counter. And each section of books. Perhaps a shelf for each author, a room for each table, and a future-predicting mutant to have every book they wanted ordered, stocked, rung up, and ready to hand to them the instant the walked in the door. Without paying, of course, as their presence was enough of an honor.
Allison had not been the only one glaring at that pair while their son quickly slunk off in search of textbooks, receiving pitying glances from the few people not wishing for the ability to stab his parents with sight alone.
So Allison sat at a counter, tapping her fingers, reading a worn book Mark had unintelligently left within her reach--Kushiel’s Dart, she was going to tease him about this one--and overall causing far less catastrophe than everyone expected.
The lack of customers willing to approach her helped.
Allison’s already-in-place plan to go past the unripe champion, fortunately, allowed her to avoid his next attack, and aim a stick jab at his back. “You’re it! Unripe demons always lose!” She dropped the stick, sprinted around him to get her backpack, and took off at right angles--she thought--to the direction they’d run into the area from. “You’re evil because you’re weak, you inherently can’t win!”
Turning around to stick her tongue out at the unripe champion was so very, very tempting, but unfortunately there were tree roots coming up and sprinting to be done, so that impulse would have to wait for later.
Allison tried to deflect the unripe champion’s jab. Tried, unfortunately, was the key word: doing so would have required spinning her stick more than a full half circle before his stick reached her. So instead she managed to shift it a bit, and squeaked as it poked her side. At least it hadn't hit exactly where he'd aimed....
Allison scowled at the boy’s offer. Rewarded, ha. As if she’d ever give up the true apple gods for fakes that didn’t even taste good. “Rewarded with blood, maybe. The true apple gods will always prevail! Ha!” She lunged, aiming to hit near the base of his stick and get past him.
Allison paused to blink in confusion at the stick that had been thrown at the ground in front of her, then grabbed for it at the unripe champion’s challenge. There was certainly no way she could turn that down.
Allison jumped back a few feet, grabbed the stick with both hands, and posed. “Then you will fail! The unripe demons can never defeat the true apple gods! ...Wait.”
Allison ran back a few more steps, slid her backpack off, dropped it at the base of a tree, then ran back to where she’d been and posed again. “Now! You shall be defeated, evil unripe one!”
Allison hummed happily as she finally got to snuggle. Apparently, killing lights and creating indoor storms was a good thing; she’d have to remember that next time she was around Maxine.
Allison peered down at the uniform people from where she was still determinedly snuggling Maxine. No potential snuggles would be abandoned if she could help it. She pouted at Maxine’s assessment, but didn’t give up snuggling. “I don’t. Maybe. I have a headache but I don’t think so.” She peered at the uniformed people again. “Look out for the paper. And everything else. The paper already recruited the paperclips and water, it might recruit something else.”
Allison blinked for a moment at the unripe apple champion. His proclamation was... very dramatic. Almost too dramatic. Actually, probably too dramatic.
The came the evil laugh. Definitely too dramatic. Not to mention not evil enough.
The sneaky ninja tag, however, was more than evil enough, and not in the least what Allison had been expecting.
“Wha... but.... Hey! Get back here!” She sprinted after the boy. “Unripe champion! I will avenge the true apple gods!”
Pay no mind to the traumatized-looking mother clutching her laughing six-year-old’s hand as Allison sprinted past....
Allison’s eyes widened at the boy’s threat and she nearly tripped over a tree root as she spun and stopped. “What? Evil! Don’t you know how evil the unripe apple gods are? Well technically they’re not gods, that’s why they’re evil, but still!” She let her arms wave dramatically around; they added emphasis to the drama. “How could you do something that evil?”
Allison laughed at the boy’s shout and kept running. You are finally starting to learn, congratulations. “Catch me if you can!”
Allison swung around a tree and glanced not nearly as far back as she’d have liked to find the boy behind her. Evil tall people. Why can’t running away from them be easier?
’ “Here.” She shoved the phone over toward the boy. “This is the kind of thing to focus on. Funny stuff.”