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.
"Jimmy, no playing with food please." *tricity said as she walked in on the scene and sat back down, pouring herself more orange juice. she sighed and gulped the whole thing. after tricity put more pancakes on her plate, janie ran up and plopped on her lap.* "OW! I think you must weigh a hundred pounds!" janie: "NAHUH! I'm just a little girl!" *tricity smiled and poured some syrup on her pancakes.* janie: "You've been eating a lot Ms. Tipper!" "Yes well, it's cause you kids stress me out!" *she answered, tickling janie. trcity looked over at mike since he also knew why she was eating more than usual.*
*the kids began looking at cassiel.* dave: "Cool..." "Oh I remember! He was...terrorizing people. I saw a story on the news about it." *tricity realized she was not saying this mentally and in fact was talking outloud. the kids now looked at tricity.* "Keep eating everyone. Everything is ok, don't worry. I have to make a couple phone calls." *tricity got up from the table and hurried out of the kitchen to make a phone call to xavier.*
"Oh yea, I can't remember where's he's from though...his name sounds so familiar to me, OH NO!!" *a glass fell and orange juice fell everywhere.* "DAVE, be more careful...this is why you sit down when you eat!" *tricity reached across the table and picked the glass up, taking her napkin and cleaning up the juice.*
*tricity came downstairs and heard the many normal screams of all the kids making breakfast in the kitchen. as she walked in she sighed and put her clipboard down.* "HEEEEEEEEEY!! Alright everyone, look at the list to see your job for today PLEASE!" *they all scrambled toward the refridgerator to see what task they were assigned to. tricity began cleaning up and setting the tables in the kitchen and dining room to eat.*
alright come on... *tricity took her keys from her purse and they headed for the garage. after hopping into her black mustang, they headed back to the city again.*
*she could tell his hesitation so she didnt push it any further. he was a stranger after all.* ok, kage hunter...well i'm tricity. i need to go back to the city. do you want me to drop you back off there?
*tricity walked into the kitchen and saw the new mutant sitting down with the kids clearly staring at him; being curious as always.* ok everyone, time to make lunch. we're having tuna or peanut butter and jelly. everyone has their duties so get going!! *she instructed and they all got busy to work. tricity took this moment to sit next to the guy from city hall.* so...what's your name?
"Believe me I do. It's the only thing that keeps me going...well, that and the baby...having a family." *Tricity had to stop herself from the thoughts because tears began to swell in her eyes, one gracing her cheek as it fell from her face. She took her napkin and quickly dabbed her eyes.* "Sorry...Let's just finish eating."
"I'm guessing that ACE is Orion. Orion built this place for the ground up after being destroyed. He knows this place inside out, along with the security systems. It's the main reason why I think Whitmore really does have Orion at his facility."*She was playing with her food, pushing the veggies in the salad back and forth while thinking of it.*
"I've thought of that also...But Orion is just so clever. He would have somehow let me know or escaped, but who knows. This bluff could be just like the one he may be pulling about knowing where the red stone is and us leading him to it like jackasses." *She decided the conversation was best suited privately.*
*Tricity thought it ironic that Mike used the term armour to describe something about Orion.* "Orion is older than he appears...hundreds, possibly even a thousand years. His mentality, therefore, is off the charts. So if Whitmore really has him under some kind of mind control, it must be something very powerful." *Her stomach churned when she thought of the possibility.* "The only thing to break it may be if he sees me or the baby in danger."
*She smiled and grabbed some of the huice from the refridgerator.* "It's a good thing we found you because without your help, along with Daria and the others, I don't know...this place wouldn't be what it is now." *Tricity sat at a table in the kitchen and offered the seat next to her for Mike. Her heart sank immediately after a few moments of thinking about the last thing she had said.* "You know...I'm terrified that Whitmore has Orion and he'll use him against us. He's one of the most powerful mutants alive."
"You need to make sure you take time for yourself or you'll crash. Believe me...I know." *Tricity replied, putting a hand on his shoulder and looking him in the eye.*
