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.
Intimidating animals? That's easy! This mind set of a soldier had truly changed Markus's views. He would not have to use his power after all. Instead once they got to where he wanted in the hallway he looked up and saw the same burnt out light bulb he had gazed at before. He then saw to his right a light switch, knowing that it would not turn it on he still knew what an effect it would have on people like these.
He rushed out of the room in a quick moment and flicked the switch to the light as nothing happened as he expected he quickly aimed his handgun at the bulb and shot it. As sparks and shards flew from the ceiling like dust from a carpet, it distracted them for the moment and put fear into them as Markus expected it to do.
Now with fear instilled in these people Markus took the chance that they had become a bit docile, not to mention he had a gun. "Anyone of you takes one more step and I'll be painting the walls with the color of the inside of your heads!" He shouted as he waited for a response.
"Follow me when I move, get ready to bug out of here." Markus whispered as he heard the shouts and pounding feet at the wake of the building. He readied his eyes and his pistol as he pulled it up to his chest and edged his right side of his body ever so slowly over the edge of the doorway and waited for those who had come for them to show themselves.
Seeing the weapons somewhat surprised Markus, but her words and the text on the phone surprised him even more. No time to think Markus reverted to his military training. "Move into the room with the one you have tied up, there we will hold out, you just keep your distance from the door way and I'll make sure to keep whoever comes in through the front at bay.
Markus's political career now hung in the balance. If word of this little fiasco got out he would be ruined. But deep down inside Markus felt excited for what would come to transpire. He never felt action like this anymore, and longed for the days of old. He pulled from his suit now his M9 and motioned Celeste to the doorway into the room he had found her.
"When we make it out of here, we'll make our way to my car, just follow me. Now get into the room." He said while motioning with his gun.
He watched as the girl noted his recognition for her culture and nodded as she told him she was going to get her things. He then turned around for the moment and took in the scenery of the unfinished building for hopefully one last time. Then sound came into the mix of sense that had been layered upon Markus.
Something was outside. Markus quickly reached into his jacket and gripped the handle of his M9. He then heard the girl behind him and turned to face her holding the cell phone to his face. His hand still on the grip he said in a gasp. "What?" In response to the message on the phone.
"Ahh, Italian" Markus spoke in a calm tone. He knew the ethnicity well, due to his interest in much of the Roman empire and other former rulers of that region in the world. "Well now that we have pleasantries out of the way let's get out of here." Markus said motioning behind him with his neck and head moving back.
"This place is the stuff of nightmares, for real estate agents anyway." Markus said making a quite esoteric joke, forgetting he is not in the midst of adults.
"Forget about it, I'm sure the cops will find whoever it is in a few days or so, plus I'm not the kind of guy who should be caught up in messes like this." Markus taking into consideration his political appearance did not want the likes of the authorities to have him involved in something as odd as this. "My name is Markus Burke, feel free to call me what you want pertaining to that, insult or not I've heard worse." Again referencing his political career. "So what's your name?" Markus asked putting his hands to his sides.
Confused by the girls upbeat appeal to an otherwise odd and confusing sentence, Markus squinted his eyes in a questionable manner and looked at her and said. "Okay...who?" Asking whom she had tied up, Markus crossed his arms and stood in an upward stance. He found this girl puzzling, and not the same as other youths he had met in his day,possibly due to age difference. Markus was guessing this girls age once that thought came into mind. 13? 15? Possibly in that range.
Upon the girl being yielded to Markus's sight, a rush of assurance ran through his mind. Being that he had guessed right upon the sound of her voice. He stood up straight, and no longer hunched in a tactical and soldier like position, and confronted the girl. He grasped his beard like an artist scrutinizing a painting as he began to speak to her.
"What's a girl like you doing in this place?" He withdrew his hands from his former stance and spread them out to his sides as he asked her. The smell and scent of the building now came to Markus who had taken recognition into the lesser needed senses for close quarters combat. The house reeked of petrichor and cigarettes that had long been burnt out. These smells had all too well brought Markus back to his feelings of the good old days.
Now back to the addressing of the girl. Markus took a deep breath from his former sentence, and continued to speak. "Well I guess I couldn't blame you if it's of you're own choosing though, I use to do some exploring of my own back in the day. But you may want to stay away from places like this, it's crawling with low lives." Markus finished looking behind himself.
Markus heard the words of the girl and a quick moment of fear passed over him with surprise but then reformed to normalcy. Markus realized it was a child by the pitch and tone of the voice and quickly shuffled his gun away into his dress suit. "Are you alright?" He said now in a normal tone now closer to the area where the girl would be to him.
"Don't be afraid, I'm just here to help." Markus said calmly and gained more footing and looked around for a second and then back to the place of his attention.
Markus heard rustling all of a sudden and tensed up on his gun and shouted again. "Hello?" He stopped and gazed over the area he had now come to in the terribly constructed building. "Breeding ground for scum.." Markus muttered to himself as he took in the more apparent faults with the building. Like the ceiling's majority of missing tiles that exposed the metal frame of itself and the broken lights that remained in their sockets and those that were unbroken could easily be assumed to be burnt out.
After the small amount of 30 seconds of taking in the scenery. "I heard, screaming, anybody there?" Markus called out again as he approached the area he had supposed the sound of rustling came from as he readied his pistol.
