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.
Sara paused as the voice on the other end went on suggesting that she adjust her price. That wasn't going to fly. "Mariusz Kasparek,Right?" was asking to make sure she had the Annunciation of his name right however she didn't slow down long enough to really be corrected if she was wrong. "I may take into consideration the cost of the.... uniform that you wish for me to purchase, but my price is not negotiable. It would be disrespectful to the rest of my clientele, myself, and to you, if I were to lower my price for you. You may be the son of a Czech ambassador, but I will not belittle my services by lowering the price. If you have a problem with that, you can find someone else." Sara's words were steady, but firm. She wasn't angry. In fact she was used to people trying to get a cheaper price out of her. Most customers would, and for that reason, she stood firm on her price with every client.
Sara wasn’t normally found in places that conducted shadier business. A few years ago she started to do her best to avoid the gatherings where underground fights were held, ‘merchandise’ was shipped and auctioned off, and gambling took place. In the last year, things had taken another turn. Though what turn, she wasn’t quite sure, Sara thought to herself as she watched a woman in a red sequined halter top, and high healed cowboy boots carry a rooster past her. The rooster looked as though someone was preparing him for dinner by plucking large patches of his feathers out, then decided what the hell. He could be a stylish carry around pet instead. A pet you want to handle with thick leather gloves…. Sara suddenly realized the rough way that the woman had to hold the bird. Her steps carried her to a smaller area separating the large room by picket fence that someone had dragged in and some folding chairs.
“Please tell me that we’re not here to watch chickens peck each other to death.” Sara said. Eyeing two other individuals over the fence.
“N’aw. I remember your squeamish about it.” Dale said fiddling with his cap on his rootbeer trying to remove it till Sara snatched the bottle from him and flicked the cap with the rounded part of her claw.
“I’m not squeamish. I just don’t like it.” Sara handed the bottle back to Dale who snatched it a bit faster than he first intended. Making the inner commence splash out the bottle’s lip.
Dale had olive skin. He wasn’t someone who dressed special to go to events like this. Where some people (And mutants) had shown up in ironed shirts, ties, and little black dresses, Dale was skinny. He didn’t have much to show off in that manner and seemed to embrace this fact even more by wearing a Thunder Cats T-shirt with matching flip flops.
Sara’s tail flicked. There was just enough noise coming from the crowd around herself and Dale that she thought that she could distract herself from the smell of the preshow involving the roosters. So instead, she chose to turn her attention on the rest of the evening’s events. Dale was offering her information on a trafficking ring in exchange for her assistance in picking out some winning fighters. It was something that she had a knack for thanks to the more predatory side of her mutation. “They’re birds who cares.” Dale said drawing Sara’s attention and causing her to raise one furry eye brow in his direction. The tip of her tail flicked just behind her heals. In Dale’s mind the roosters only were worth chump change. He thought of himself as a lot richer than he really was when it came to gambling and it made him more of an @$$ than usual. “Just do your thing with the rest of the events.”
Sara couldn’t help but roll her eyes, but nonetheless, she started studying the human combatants and entertainment for the evening.
Sara smirked at Persi's response. OK So there were several things that were better than getting shot at. you really didn't need any more proof of that but talking felt better than not just like the more Sara got away from pigeon boy, the better her mood felt.
Sara's ears flicked to the stair well and she heard Evelyn's voice telling Talon off. This amused Sara more for the moment. Even though she didn't want bird boy to make a reappearance, she thought this would tick him off some more. "Evelyn." She called. "You hungry? Feel free to join us." Sara then proceeded to walk to the kitchen. "I think I smell cold pizza." She said to perci.
The mask part of the request sounded like fun. Also with it being masks, Sara felt no need to warn her clientele about her visible mutation. The gown.... Sara couldn't remember ever wearing a dress. However if the client was flipping the bill, maybe wearing a dress for one night wouldn't be too terrible. "let me know ahead of time if there is a color scheme that I need to match."
Sara mused over the thought of payment for a moment. "my price for the evening will be three thousand dollars. If I have to do any....let's call it... Heavy lifting, it may go up. I also expect a third of the payment up front."
For the next two Weeks, I do not have a day off. Even when I am home, I get very little computer time. So my posts are going to continue to be slow. Thank you so much for being patient with me. On the plus side, part of the reason that I am going to be so busy, is that I am finally starting my new job on the first.
Sara leaned forward rummaging in a bag near her bed, where she kept pen and a calendar together. "Exactly what type of services do you think I have?" Sara asked. She hated when people weren't being descriptive. there were so many ways that things could get misunderstood. "Before I name a price, it would be nice to know what you need me to do."
Sara grimaced, rubbing the inner corners of her eyes as she held the phone a few inches away from her face. Crap. She hated it when her personal life got mixed with her business life. Using two different names worked for a long time, but... Well... This wasn't the first time that she'd gotten them mixed up.
"You're talking to Sara." Sara replied. She was still waking up the rest of the way and sitting up in her bed was proving to not help how tired she currently felt. "My friends call me Sara." She admitted. "However I don't care witch name you want to use for me. May I ask whom I am speaking to?"
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This is just a random thought, but what if the dream was a counter attack from the riots? a mutant could be hired to keep other mutants more quiet... Or just decide to take it upon themselves to do this.
Part of me loves the idea of a rabbit mutant running around new York, dropping people down inter dimensional/dream state, rabbit holes.
I also like the idea of if you die, you come back to the real world. In my mind, it puts a hole new spin on the way that the queen of hearts is perceived. I believe that her most famous line is "Off with her head. OFF WITH EVERY BODIES HEAD." It could be a good thing that was misinterpreted as a bad thing.
Also my other random thought, if you did have a rabbit mutant running around NYC sending people to this place, that would give the characters a reason and way to come back and communicate with the rest of the characters.... If we needed to come up with one....
Past dreams have been about warnings. It's not that far off to find a warning between the enology of the queen of hearts and riots. Nor is it that far off to have people interpret their own dreams differently.
Normally, Sara had a hard time sleeping. It was hard to tire her body out, and often her mind was left exhausted, left feeling numb by the time that she finally found sleep. The sleeplessness was a side effect of her regenerative mutation. The fact that she took her time answering her phone was a side effect of… finally finding sleep.
Sara was back at the mansion. It might have been day light hours, but her mutation had finally let her go to sleep early that morning. Her phone vibrated across the table and chirped out the flight of the Valkyries and really Sara was awake at the first Dun dada Duun dun. However it took Sara nearly to the point where the answering service would record a message, for her to pick up. “Hello. Were speaking.” Sara mumbled sleepily into the phone. With her free elbow she proper herself up against the pillow of her bed. The knuckle of her hand holding the phone rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. No need to hold the receiver next to her ear when she could hear so well already.
“Sara… Were… What ever you prefer.” Sara said with a shrug when persi asked her for her own name. To the next question she gave another shrug. “I could always eat. Besides. It’s better than getting shot. Trust me.”
"Do you think that people would be in the kitchen now?"
Sara tilted her head. Her ears flicked to the direction of the dorms. She could still hear some commotion from up there but the longer that pigeon boy was distracted, the longer she could have some peace and quiet. “There might be, but it’s unlikely that they will be armed with anything buy silverware.” Sara started leading the way to the mansion’s kitchen.
Sara smirked. "Ironic maybe but it happens." There were things about this kid that very much reminded her of herself when she'd been only a few years younger. She hadn't thought about how She, herself, had changed, but seeing the young man in a position that she had been in, in her own past. It was amusing. Sara had learned from her own old mistakes and had found new ones to make.
"Blowing off steam is when I'd made my dumber mistakes." Sara shrugged as she continued unloading her van. "For me, it's a better time to just hit things." Sara suddenly grinned. "If I wasn't driving, I probably would have done that to you."
Sara shrugged. "For the bird boy to enter. He's obviously not going to let me have the run of this place without either knowing where Evelyn is, or having an arrow trained on me the entire time."
"I... don't have any idea where Evelyn normally is."
About that moment, Sara heard the commotion up the stairs in the dorms, and the scream. The corner of her lip curved up, and her hips slanted. "Yeah. The thing is, right now would be a very bad time for me to see her. It seems that bird brains chose the window. Her window." Sara stood there for a moment with her arms crossed, thinking about barging in on what ever might be going on up in Evelyn's dorm room, but as much as she loved the idea of possibly getting an arrow stuck up her tail side there was something else that was much more appealing to her.
"So what's your name? And are you hungry?" She asked the young man who had followed her inside.
I am posting here because I will be much less active for the next two weeks at least. I say two weeks because that is all I know for my schedule. Work is keeping me busy, witch is a good thing, but with that work comes being a mom, and cleaning and all the other stuff. My posts will be slow. I just ask that people be patient with me as you people always are.
