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.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 17, 2014 16:32:54 GMT -6
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Emily had to do something. It was times like this she wished she had a useful mutation. There were bodies everywhere and it looked like just one assailant. He had to be super-human somehow. But Emily didn’t know what his power was, so she wasn’t sure how she should intervene, or if she could.
By the way the younger man spoke, the silent man was involved in maybe the mafia or some other nefarious organization. So maybe the brown-haired man wasn’t the bad guy? Maybe he was just another mutant vigilante, ridding the streets of organized crime. But if he was, killing all these people was wrong.
Yes, they were diabolical people that destroyed families, killed innocence, and distributed sin onto the streets. But murder wasn’t the answer. That was what the law was for. But then bosses would probably get off because of a “technicality” or the help of a crooked cop. What was right? Surely all this wasn’t.
All these bodies.
All this blood.
“This isn’t right!” What was she doing? “Stop this…stop this madness!” Emily stood up from behind the trash bin and moved a little closer. She was crazy. Emily was crazy.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 16, 2014 20:15:53 GMT -6
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Emily couldn’t stay inside the house. Dying of smoke inhalation wasn’t the problem. Well, death by any means was never a problem. It was her flesh cooking that frightened the girl. It would turn black and fall off her bones. Emily didn’t want to be just bones. She would take the risk of minor skin loss than cooking in an oven.
A blonde woman in a mask grabbed the turtle. Who in the world was she? How long had she been there? As the masked woman grabbed the turtle, her hand grazed the undead girl’s. Emily suddenly felt different. All feelings the southern girl felt were emotional. She no longer felt pain, adrenaline, itchiness, or pleasure. She never felt tired or extra energized. When you hit her knee, it did not jump up as a reflex.
Emily couldn’t put her finger on this feeling. Was it happiness? It seemed like a kind of happiness. Why was she happy in such a dire situation? Did she have a crush on the blonde girl and when they touched it made her happy? No, that couldn’t be.
The bedroom was on fire. The hallway was on fire. Emily didn’t notice, but half of her clothes had burned away. As she walked through the back doorway, the beams gave in. A large wooden beam landed on Emily, pinning her to the ground. “Help! Get this thing off of me!”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 15, 2014 19:30:47 GMT -6
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“Yes. I believe the clinical term would be diseased, or whatever doctors say. My head and arms were cut off, but an old friend thought I died before that. My heart doesn’t beat, I don’t bleed, and don’t sleep or eat. But I exist…somehow.” It had been awhile since she had explained her mutation. Emily had spoken about it, but not with much detail. She felt that maybe this monstrous figure in front of her would be more understanding than some other people.
“I can’t smell anything. Or taste. So I apologize if my odor bothers you. But if you don’t like it so much, you should leave.” Emily put her hands on her hips and leaned forward just slightly. “You shouldn’t be here anyway, robbing and such. It…it’s wrong.” Emily knew that some people, mutants especially, might have to resort to stealing. Some statistics say that the largest homeless demographic were mutants. It was hard for them to find jobs and their own family would abandon them.
“If you need food or clothing, they have places for mutants to go. Why do you need jewelry anyway? Do you have a girlfriend or something? Are you selling them on the black market..or pawn shops?”
The sounds of sirens could be heard several blocks away. “I think that’s the police.” Emily was enjoying her conversation with the scaly, clawed mutant. Maybe she would follow him when he ran. She hoped he ran. If there was a standoff with the police, she would have to try to defuse the situation.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 13, 2014 13:12:03 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily wasn’t sure what to think of this man. His quick reflexes frightened her. He could gobble her up before she could even think of escape. But he was rude. Extremely rude. Even if you are a hideous monster, part human part black, scaly alien thing, doesn’t mean you can be obnoxious and…rude. She wanted to give him a piece of her mind. But he could shred her to pieces. And that was a horrible thought.
She had heard faint whispers of a monster that lived in the sewers. It fed on the alligator people that resided underneath New York City. It would steal children from their cribs. It would climb up to your window and watch you while you slept. It would hide in the shadows, waiting for you to make one..wrong…step. It would rip off your libs and eat them while you watched. And as you struggled for life, it would burrow into your chest and eat your still beating heart. “Er…I might have heard of you…”
Emily shrugged her shoulders. She thought of running, but had a feeling he could outrun her with a few long strides. “I am a mutant, thank you very much. And I have been dead for…awhile. A real lady doesn’t reveal her age.” She crossed her arms. “Some people have…mentioned that I have a slight odor. But I don’t smell.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 13, 2014 12:28:52 GMT -6
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The sound of sirens could be heard several blocks away. The fire could consume the whole block if it wasn’t contained. Other families were evacuating their homes. A crowd had gathered outside.
Hector didn’t like to be told what to do, especially by some white stranger. But the fire had become too hot. His precious turtle would have to lose its life. He helped usher his mom down the fire escape. The woman screamed at the blonde lady as she was whisked away. “My amiga! My friend is still in there!”
The fire extinguisher was empty. The house was lost. New memories would have to be made. Emily heard the fire trucks getting closer. They would be able to stop this chaos. The girl attempted to get out through the front door, but the ceiling had caved in, blocking the entrance. The back door was in flames. If Emily walked through fire, her skin would cook in seconds, never to heal. Emily may have no choice. She went through the rooms, hoping to find a window with no bars.
A large box turtle sat in his tank, seemingly unaware of what was happening around him. The mutant grabbed him and tucked him under her arm. She thrust the turtle through the back bars. “Someone take the turtle! I’m gonna go through the back door!”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 8, 2014 12:21:21 GMT -6
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If Emily did such things, she would have gasped as the massive shape came out into the moonlight. Well, it wasn’t really massive. The thing in front of her was the same height as the girl with her heels. It seemed that the thing couldn’t see Emily, which took any fear that the girl had away. She took a few steps back. “Well looky here, bless your heart! You’re like a….well I don’t know what your like…”
The girl was aware the man in front of him could eviscerate her with the swipe of his claws. She moved back a few more feet. “What exactly are you, anyway?” She knew he was a mutant and that she was being rather rude. But hey, this guy was robbing a jewelry store. AND had called her a human. He was being rude first.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 7, 2014 19:54:13 GMT -6
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
It was another lonely night for Emily. She wasn’t complaining. She had spent decades alone, but still had a cat or coon to talk to, even if they didn’t talk back. New York was a huge city. She had just left a spoken word performance and was headed in no particular direction. It was about three in the morning and the sleepless girl wondered where to go. Maybe she would go to one of the parks. But there had been a number of muggings in the one she was closest to. Did thugs scare Emily?
A clash and clatter shook her out of her thoughts. It seemed someone was trying to rob the jewelry store in front of her. Why hadn’t any alarms gone off? Maybe they were silent. Emily decided to investigate the situation. The girl would be the first to die in a horror movie.
“What are you doing in my store?!” She yelled at the gaping hole in front of the building. “I have a gun! The police are on their way! You better git!” So everything she said was a lie. Maybe the burglar would scurry off and Emily would have saved the day. Go Emily!
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 7, 2014 19:11:16 GMT -6
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The two Dominicans rushed through the back door, grateful this blonde woman was helping them. Emily continued to try to put out the fire. If it spread too far, the whole building would go up in flames.
The gang members had decided it was time to leave. They had done what they came to do, which was intimidate the family. Maybe Hector would think twice before hitting on one of their girls. They made a few obscene gestures and packed into their car. Emily did not notice their leaving, her focus was fully on the fire. She had succeeded in putting out the kitchen, but the living room could be called an inferno.
The mother motioned her son to get down the fire escape first, but the boy turned back. “Mi tortuga!!” The boy may have been fourteen, but he already toward over his mother. He attempted to rush back into the back door, but the heat was too much for him.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 7, 2014 17:36:05 GMT -6
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily hadn’t realized the boy was having trouble keeping up with her words until his own began to stumble. She stopped in her tracks right outside the museum. The girl looked the boy in the eye. “Look. I have a feeling your confused. That you’ve been out here a little longer than you have wanted to be. Let’s just sit down, have a decent meal, and make small talk.”
The woman climbed the stairs to the front door. She waited for the other mutant to hold the door open for her. It was a force of habit. “So what is your name?” Emily had given hers. Maybe he wanted to stay anonymous or didn’t know the polite thing to do was give your name when someone gave theirs.
The café was a sit down place where a lovely woman in black and white sat them in a booth. The undead girl ordered a water with lemon. “You can order whatever you like, shuga.” She smiled at the boy in front of her.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 6, 2014 11:43:53 GMT -6
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Jose made his way to the back of the building. The shots that rang out and hit him in his shoulder were a complete surprise. He threw his glass bottle at the back door, setting it ablaze. Jose hid to avoid being shot again and made his way to the front where his companions were. The others decided to take cover to avoid the blonde’s bullets.
Emily frantically tried to put out the flames. “We have to get out of here.”
Nalia shot once more out the window. “We can’t go out the front.” She ran to the back and began to place her had on the backdoor knob. “It’s hot! The back door is blocked.”
The smoke was beginning to get overwhelming. Hector began to cough. Emily gave him a wet rag to put over his face. They couldn’t get out through the windows because of the iron bars. Emily broke the rest of the windows, hoping to let in more fresh air. “Help! Ayudame!” She screamed out each window.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 4, 2014 13:07:53 GMT -6
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
“This is a date, shuga.” Emily said with a wink. “And I asked you out first and I don’t go dutch. You can pay on our next date. I love the disheveled look by-the-way. Very hipster.” Emily didn’t want the young man to feel bad. She had a feeling he was a run-away or had been kicked out of his home for being a mutant. That was more of an epidemic than people realized.
She took the mutant by the hand, wondering if he would noticed how cool it was compared to the sweltering heat. “I’m Emily. You’re what: 16? 17? I just turned eighteen about a week ago so don’t think I’m some old woman hitting on you.” She gave a sweet smile. “Are you from around here? You talk like a native New Yorker. I’m from Nawlins, if you couldn’t tell by the accent.”
Emily had a tendency to talk people’s ears off and she knew it. She hoped this young man wouldn’t be too freaked out over Emily’s forwardness.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 3, 2014 18:00:51 GMT -6
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A well-dressed man walking in her direction had quite blatantly stared at the young man with a look of disgust. She was about to give him a piece of her mind, preaching how not all people had the same advantages as others. But the boy on the bench raised his hand. Then the man fell forward, dropping is papers all over the ground. Emily had found it quite humorous, but helped the obnoxious man pick up his work. One: she hated litter. Two: Even if the guy was a jerk, didn’t mean he should lose his work. The man didn’t even give her a thank you, ugh.
She sat on the bench next to the young-man and watched the embarrassed man hurriedly walk away. Emily gave a small chuckle and looked at her bench-companion. “Nice job there with the push. You hungry? The café in the museum over there has great sandwiches.” She motioned to the north where the Brooklyn Museum was still in view.
