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.
Shane just wanted this night to be over. As he sat on the cold, hard cement, back up against the brick wall of the alley, he played the events of the evening over in his head. There was the wonderful feeling of seeing his mother for the first time in years; he couldn’t think of a time when he’d been happier in recent years. Then there was the strange man wandering through the house, gun in hand. He hardly even noticed a shot had been fired when he knocked the man down, but the image of his mother lying on the kitchen floor holding her bleeding wound was engraved in his mind, and it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
He’d spent the whole night blaming everyone else for the tragedy. He’d even managed to get into a fight with a kid who happened to get in his way, but sitting here with his thoughts there was one thing that was clear to him. It was his fault. If he hadn’t been there, nothing would have happened. He knew this was true, but he wasn’t quite ready to admit to it to himself just yet.
All he wanted to do right now was get some shut-eye in peace and solitude. It’d been well over 24 hours since the last time he’d slept, and he was exhausted. Of course, none of that was helping him actually pass out. He leaned up against the wall, wriggling himself around trying to get comfortable. He couldn’t seem to calm his mind at all, and his heart was still racing after all this time. He’d managed to lose a fair bit of his mass and weight, so perhaps eating soon would be his best option, but he couldn’t even comprehend doing that until he’d managed at least a few hours of sleep.
He wasn’t having much more luck getting comfortable now then he had been since he first decided this was the place to collapse, but suddenly another person happened to wander in where he was resting. Finally, someone else he could blame for his troubles. He was starting to get good at it.
“Piss off!” he shouted before he’d even managed to lay eyes on the stranger. He tossed a box in the direction of their footsteps, which bounced harmlessly several feet from where boy was standing. Had he been more awake, he may have taken to a much more aggressive approach, but he was almost too tired to move.
I really like the idea of a nuke (or anything else that could threaten another apocalypse in a post apocalyptic world). It gives us something to build up to/something to fight over.
And I think I'll be having Shane join Roach in the 'pro-apocalypse' group. I'm not sure about the pit fighting, but he's definitely going to fit right in with this setting, at least more so then he does when things are normal.
I think the other downside to doing a mass teleport instead of a dream is that you lose the gradual change of the characters over the next few years. Essentially we'd just be playing the same people, unchanged, with the only difference being more destroyed buildings in the city. I just don't see things like amazons happening if everyone gets teleported in.
I'm looking for a thread or two myself. I'm not particularly sure what Shane and Sam could get up to together, but I just had Shane's mother die in a solo, so it's likely that's what he'd be seeing with Sam's mutation. I think a fighting thread is the only thing I'm not interested in doing (already have one of those on the go). Got any fun ideas for messing with grieving son who's seeing a ghost?
Shane decided to bite his tongue. He really didn’t think it was a good idea to go off on their own. Grown ups were smart, they’d know how to fix this and make things normal again. But he could tell he was the only one in the group that felt this way, and he didn’t want to make the only other kids around think he was a loser, so he reluctantly played along.
>> “We can find our own way… Besides, it’s more fun this way.”
“OK.” He said. He did have to admit, going on a bit of an adventure certainly sounded like it could be fun. Plus most of these kids seemed to be older then he was anyways, so they were almost like adults.
The group seemed uneasy about the direction to take for the start of their adventure. Shane didn’t really remember very much of what was back down the hallway where he came from, but he felt pretty confident that he didn’t want to head back there again; he wanted to continue moving forward, so he spoke up.
“I don’t think there was much of anything back in that direction.” He announced to the group, pointing back towards his room. He was starting to get pretty good at the whole ‘limb’ thing now. His hand looked pretty hand-like now, 5 fingers and all!
“I think we should head that way.” He again gestured with his hands in the opposite direction that he’d come in. “I just have a feeling.” He added on. He didn't have any facts to back up his idea, so he crossed his fingers that no one asked him why.
Shane was practically galloping the distance between himself and the tube girl. He was only one stride in to his charge when he started to realize that it wasn’t going to end favorably for him, or at least not how he planned it to go. The tube launching up to a nearby window was the first sign of trouble for him. He watched it latch on to the window’s barred covers as his second stride made contact with the ground.
Then his attention switched the costumed kid with the stupid shield, and he’d suddenly forgotten about the woman. While his third stride came down to the pavement he saw the boy pull a gun out from concealment. He’d seen guns before, but after the events of the evening earlier, he was feeling far less comfortable with them then ever before.
His fourth stride brought him within just a couple of feet of the woman, but his unblinking gaze was fixed on the gun, which was now aimed right at him. The boy squeezed the trigger and Shane could swear he heard the popping sound of the bullet firing out. Instead, the cool splash of water hit him in the face, square between the eyes.
His gaze switched forward again where the shadowy figure of the girl was now grappling out of his field of vision. His fifth stride was the first with an active effort put into slowing down, now that the only thing between him and a brick wall was an ever shrinking empty space. He could feel a second splash of water hit him in the arm; an irrelevant attack. The first shot - despite his relief that it wasn’t fatal - did indeed blur his sight slightly.
His sixth stride of the charge was his last, trying again to slow down, but catching on a crack and sending him flying shoulder first into the brick that awaited him. He lay there motionless for a moment. His breathing was heavier then ever, and he’d winded himself in the collision. He winced at the pain, but did manage to climb to his feet.
Shane took a moment to try and clear his head. He was still seeing red, but he was attentive enough to note that his combatants weren’t in the best shape themselves, at least as far as he was concerned.
He wasn’t anxious to jump back into full on raging bull mode again, but he had no interest in playing it defensively either. Now that it was clear that the kid’s gun was just a toy, he dropped pretty low on the threat chart in his mind. So Shane decided to deal with him first.
Tossing out an elongated arm in a similar fashion to a whip, he launched his tentacle attack at the shield wielding boy as hard as he could.
Cool. I'm among the ranks of young blood who wish they were here for the future plot the first time around, so this sounds like a brilliant idea to me! I really like the "Age of Sebastian" idea as well.
Shane’s foot was throbbing with pain. He hadn’t noticed the shield the costumed idiot had with him, and the shock of ramming his foot into something other then what he’d expected had only amplified the pain he was feeling. He was absolutely livid now, in a state where everything anyone said was likely to come across as antagonizing to him. And he really didn’t like this boy’s tone.
He moved some of the mass in his legs into one of his arms. The moving flesh lessened some of the tingling from the kick earlier, which felt good, but was certainly not his primary reason for doing it. He approached the ‘hero’ and raised his enlarged fist.
“I asked you a question,” he shouted before swinging the fist down on the boy again, not holding anything back. He was already starting to tire himself out from those two attacks, and his breathing reflected that. The adrenaline was the only thing keeping him going.
Then suddenly a woman dropped down from the rooftops between the two of them. She was mildly intimidating, pointed tubes she seemed to have control over aimed at him. She looked ready to defend the boy. Not quite what Shane had envisioned for this little encounter.
>> "Don't you know it’s not nice to hurt people?"
He’d likely have had a similar reaction to anything that came out of her mouth, but coming across as an actual taunt to him boiled his blood. At this point in the evening, Shane was nothing more then a bull in a matador fight. He showed off his horns in a form of mimicry, shifting his mass into tentacles reminiscent of this woman’s tubes and lock his gaze of the new addition to their little group.
“You should probably mind your own business.” He growled the words out, jaw clenched. It came out mostly as gibberish, only a few words really distinguishable. He lowered himself down into a familiar football position, as if he was on the line of scrimmage about to pounce, or a sprinter waiting for the gun. All that was missing was the triggering sound to send him into motion.
No such sound came, but a glimmer of light off of the boy on the ground’s shield caught his eye, and it was good enough. The hulking body of tentacles dove at the tube girl with the intention of throwing his weight into a body check. He was too tired for anything but the hail mary play.
Shane was running, sprinting as fast as he could go. He was determined to put as much ground between himself and that house as possible, and as far as he was concerned, it wasn’t happening fast enough. At first he’d stuck to the rooftops – his usual domain – but hopping from building to building wasn’t the most efficient route, so a few blocks back he’d switched to moving down the sidewalks.
It was very late now, long after midnight and everything was closed and dark. There were very few people around, and the few that were loitering here and there couldn’t have cared less about him. He was pretty sure the police weren’t after him either. If they were, he’d still be hearing the sirens, or at least see the occasional cruiser rolling around, looking for someone. Instead there wasn’t anyone that seemed to know where he was, or even have any idea that he could be involved.
He was panting loudly at this point. He’d been running, climbing and jumping for at least the last half hour, and he still felt like he hadn’t put enough ground between himself and his mother’s house. He was beginning to stumble here and there. Occasionally he’d make room for someone or something that got in his way, only to realize he hadn’t moved enough. He’d bounced off a dumpster, ripped his jacket on a fence and nearly tripped over a homeless person. The fatigue was really starting to wear him out.
He turned another corner, flying out from an alleyway. A boy dressed up in some kind of costume happened to be walking down the sidewalk at that point. Shane did see him, but had very little time to react. Perhaps earlier in the night he might have been able to move out of the way in time, but at this point he was just too tired. He crashed head first into the kid knocking both of them to the ground.
It took Shane a moment to get back to his feet, but he was still the first of the two of them to do so. He advanced on the young man glaring. He’d just had a bad night made worse, and his adrenaline was running the show now. His breathing was extremely heavy, almost wheezing, but he was still moving fine. He shifted a sizable chunk of his mass to his legs.
“You think you’re funny running in to people like that?” Shane snapped at the boy. Before he could answer, he threw a kick out towards him as hard as he could. Maybe letting off a little steam on this kid would help him keep his mind off his own problems.
