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.
That word was all he needed to hear to be completely turned off of the whole idea: School. That’s what the girl who’d brought him there the first time had referred to the building as. That ‘DocProf’ had managed to use his power to look into Shane’s past, and he hadn’t liked what he’d seen. Sure, he’d healed the broken bones as well, and he was thankful for that, but he’d left on terrible terms with the man, and he had no interest in going to make amends with him. Not today, not ever.
He finally stood up, clutching his shoulder and wincing at the pain. “No schools!” He growled at the boy, though the growls to his voice had just as much to do with the pain as it did with his frustration.
He tried to lean in to the boy again, but now that he was standing, he suddenly didn’t feel as confident in his balance as he was when he was still on the ground. His legs wobbled and swayed, and Shane almost toppled over before shifting some of his weight down to his legs to give them a bit more stability, More blood bubbled out of the wound as a result of his mass moving out of that area. He grabbed his head and rubbed it; a migraine was setting in.
For the first time since he’d plopped down in the alley, he was feeling truly sick, and his vision seemed be getting blurry. Suddenly he wasn’t so picky any longer. It was clear that he wasn’t going to be fine on his own out there. Better to take a risk on help then die in the street.
He leaned back against the wall, still standing but dependent on the brick for support. “Whatever.” He mumbled out, reluctantly. “Let’s just go wherever you want.”
>> “So you have two choices: sit here and bleed to death on your own or come with me and we can try and figure out somewhere we can take you to get you patched up.”
Shane wanted to be mad at this statement. In his mind, it was pretty close to a threat, telling him he’d be bleeding out in this alley. Before he could lash out about it though, the stinging pain in his shoulder once again kicked in to high gear, dampening his jacket. He really did need some help.
He wasn’t jumping at the opportunity to get some aid though. He continued to remain skeptical of every word the boy said. Shane was certain there was a prank happening in this meeting, he just couldn’t tell what it was, and going along with what ever the boy said seemed like an easy way to fall in to some kind of trap. He started weighting the pros and cons of the situation in his head. On the one hand, he had the potential to be the victim of some kind of attack/prank, though the longer this whole ordeal went on the less likely it was becoming. On the other, he was in a lot of pain, and fixing that seemed like a plan worth pursuing.
“Fine…” he reluctantly mumbled, avoiding eye contact as best he could. “But no strange doctors.” He’d had a bad experience with the DocProf at that school almost a year ago, and now the idea of doctors was uncomfortable to him. He didn’t trust them, and since he felt he was already being asked enough to trust this stranger in front of him, letting someone else who was a mystery to them both was more then he was willing to step out of his comfort zone.
“Only someone you trust.” He said, very sternly, looking directly into the boy’s eyes. It was important that this point drove home.
In all honesty, I think adding more categories just muddles the whole process up. I like the idea of awarding people for various and specific subjects, but as a monthly thing, I could see that becoming a little too much. I haven't been on any other sites, so I have no idea how other people handle it else where, but I personally like the simplicity of one award, one winner.
I wouldn't mind seeing a year end awards type thing though. Something where you could use all of those other categories and do a 'best thread,' or 'best mini plot' type thing from a larger pool. Makes it a little more prestigious.
Shane didn’t really know if he was physically capable of screaming at the moment. He was only just starting to get the hang of the speaking thing again, and keeping his mouth from filling in was just starting to become a background activity from his brain. Screaming, or even just yelling loudly, was a bit more of a physical reaction then other noises he could make. He was pretty sure if he tried for a scream, it’d probably come out as gurgling noises, much like his first attempts at speech that morning.
All of this was running through his head at the moment while he stood in the hallway; hand over mouth staring at the limp girl unconscious on the ground, trying not to scream. He was in complete shock after seeing an outburst like that.
While it was true that he wasn’t exactly a sight for sore eyes himself, he had to admit that Hank was a pretty scary looking kid. He’d jumped when they first ran in to each other, and at the time he’d felt guilty about it. But now, after watching him just explode like that, now Shane was back to being scared of him. His immediate reaction was to hop behind Kyle as some kind of protection. He was bigger then Shane was, and was currently the least threatening person to hide behind. The only other option was the now shouting Isabel, but he thought it was better if he didn't give her a reason to be agitated with him. He’d never felt this vulnerable before.
The group slowly made its way down the hallway in the direction the girl had just approached from, peeking in to one of the rooms. Kyle motioned for Isabel, who was currently moving the unconscious victim, to place her in the room. The two of them brought her in to the very plain living quarters, leaving Shane alone out in the hallway with Hank.
He wasn’t looking so good at the moment. Clearly the attack had been some kind of reflex, or something like that. The lizard kid didn’t look too proud of his action, that was for sure. Even with all that in mind though, Shane still couldn’t look him right in the eye at the moment. If he could snap just like that, what was to stop him from doing the same to him?
In his attempt to avert his gaze, he focused down the hall, trying to see what else was awaiting them in this strange place. Much to his displeasure, the sound of more footsteps was that something.
“Guys…” he whispered back in to the room after gesturing down the hall to Hank. “I think we have more company!”
Shane let it all sink in, and it was certainly quite a bit on information to stomach. He never let the boy leave his peripheral vision, but his attention definitely drifted away from him as he let the words sink in. It seemed as though it was all just some kind of sick mutant joke, messing with his head, making him see his mother. Must be a good laugh for someone. He couldn’t see the punch line though, so he was still skeptical of the whole thing, but based on the kid’s demeanor, it was quite possible it wasn’t a joke (or at least that he wasn’t all that funny). Regardless of which it was, the threat level in the alleyway certainly seemed to have gone down. He was back in control of the situation again. At least there was a silver lining.
>> “Look you really need to get those wounds seen to.”
The notion of getting his wounds looked after seemed so obvious when it was coming from his mother’s lips, he was tentative with the stranger though. He did agree, it was a bloody mess and something needed to be done about it, but he wasn’t about to go letting some lying trickster anywhere near it.
“Nothing personal, but I have absolutely no interest in letting you touch my cut.”
He spoke with clear pain in his voice as he readjusted his position against the wall, switching into a more forward posture. It hurt a bit more, and he groaned as he moved, but he figured it was time he leaned in to the conversation. He was just starting to have control and he felt it was important for him to maintain that dominance.
>> “The person you’re looking at is just a stranger trying to help. You really should let him help.”
Eyebrows shot out in different directions when Shane heard these words. He didn’t really understand, which was in part because it didn’t make any sense. His mother was now speaking in the 3rd person, and referring to herself as a ‘him?’ This was a pretty drastic deviation from her personality just moments earlier.
He opened his mouth to call it in to question, but before he could make a sound, he could see the image of his mother fading away right in front of him. His first reaction was panic. He wasn’t ready for her to go yet. He hadn’t really learned much of anything from her being here. There must have been a point to her visit.
Then the second face appeared. A young boy’s features started to appear as his mother’s melted away. The panic disappeared along with it, leaving Shane with a feeling of betrayal. He had no memory of the boy from earlier (most of the night’s events prior to the ghost’s arrival were a bit of a blur) so he didn’t recognize him. He was aware enough to know when he’d been conned though, and he wasn’t happy about it. But there was one thing that didn’t really make sense to him.
“Who are you?” He shouted at the boy. “And how do you know what my mother looks like?” He didn’t get up. In fact, he barely moved at all. The kid was right up in his face, he could grab him if he tried to run, but he was in no shape for a scrap if he could avoid it.
