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.
Garth drained the rest of the soda can before he stood up. Tossing a couple of dollars on the table, he waited until 'Teresa' was done then walked towards the door. As the door opened and the winter air blew into the store, Garth pulled his hood back up and his eyes disappeared beneath the blackness again. Once outside, the now-hooded figure turned to his acquatance.
"Shall we take a stroll through the park? It is just across the street."
>"This place makes good pie, you should try some."
Garth mumbled something about not likely pie rather indifferently. As the bells above the doors rang, two police officers entered the coffee shop. Garth's eyes followed them as they took a seat near the door and gave their order to the waitress. Grimsing slightly, Garth turned back to 'Teresa'.
>"So, are you, like, super-fast or something? Those things aren't easy to dodge."
"Well, you can hit what you can't see. Plus, I can 'jump' away anytime I want to."
As Grath eyed 'Teresa', he noticed she seemed to be thinking about something...However, she snappped out of it. Her response caught Garth rather off guard. She was concerned for him? That was a first. He however kind-of liked the idea of at least somone thinking about him if something happened to him.
"Don't worry about me. It isn't like I have to fight them, just run fom them. But how are you going to convince the guards to let you in?
"Well I could be the distraction while you infiltrate the base. Those Stalkers will have to go for quite a hunt to find me." Garth said laughing lightly.
"You get the information. The place will probably be going crazy if I do a good job. You shouldn't have too much trouble. After you have hacked the information, give me a call and I'll be there to pick you up."
"I called a girl named Ash but I was only able to leave a voicemail. She might have been captured and sent to the camps. So we are proceeding without her until we get more information." Garth took a swig of the soda then leaned back, placing his hands behind his head.
The hood of the person moved so that the blackness was aiming at the new arrival. The light was that the mouth was visible. A evil grin spread across it as Sonya introduced herself.
"If you mean Garth, then yes." He slid his hood off, something he ratherly did in puiblic. The shaggy blond hair suddenly became visible as the darkness was replaced with light.
The numbers Lisa had given Garth turned out to be very useful. He had spoken to one of the girls in person. The other number went straight to voice-mail. Garth wasn't sure if she had be taken to a mutant camp or her battery was just dead.
With both of them, Garth had told them to meet him at the Insomniacs Anonymous, the coffee shop that was becoming a nice gathering place for unregistered mutants.
Garth was in the last booth of the store. He sat with a can of soda on the table; he was rather displeased with the taste of coffee. His hood up as usually, Garth's face remained unseen by the others in the store.
Shade laughed at her comment. He had had a hard time looking for a place to stay also. Being from Chicago, Shade had to look for a place to stay after his visit to the Sanctuary proved to be a dead end. He had found a respectable place.
"I've got a place. It ain't much but no one will have a problem with your appearance if you want to check it out."
Shade nodded as Omen talk about the Order. He wasn't one to become side-shop entertainment or an experimental genini pig .
"I was told to gather information from the outside to relay to to Lisa. Although, you seem to be the only thing I've found yet." Shade said as he watched the dance of the cigarette across Omen's lips.
"Well, I don't know where Syn is, but I do know someone who could get you in touch with her." He withdrew his phone from his pocket and tossed it to his companion.
"It's under the name Lisa. I understand she is the secretary for the Sanctuary."
Shade turned to Omen as she spoke. The light overhead pierced deeper into the blackness beneath his hood but his eyes remained hidden. She almost seemed to be a little loppy. However, Shade doubted it was because of the beers.
"And what exactly is this place called?" Shade asked taking a step closer to her.
Shade followed Omen outside. A light overhead allowed him to stay visible. Laughing at her comment, Shade shook his head.
"No, I'll be fine. I travel faster anyway. Nice bike by the way." Shade moved closer to inspect the motorcycle, however, making sure to stay in enough light.
