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.
“Phew.” Glancing over herself, Glitch was relieved to find she'd escaped the worst of the sudden water attack. “I'm glad I was wearing sweats.” She eyed the sopping wet roll Luke was holding. “Gross. It looks like a giant spit wad.”
Then it hit Glitch. What about the rest of the supply?
To the robot girl's dismay, one of the packs was also completely soaked. “Nuts.” She tried unrolling one of them, but it came apart in her hands. It was no good for wrapping. She turned back to Luke. “Paper mache time?” she joked. On the bright side, there were other packs that had been spared.
Crap. Cameras. Go figure, the Mansion did everything in its power to protect the mutant students. "Mhm... Okay, we'll keep our distance. Let's not get taped." Sure, the staff could probably figure out it was them, but what fun was a prank if you didn't get to try stealth?
She retreated further up the lawn, away from the gates. "At least we can get these trees." She gestured to a row of short, full pines. “Just like Christma-AH!”
A loud hissing noise startled her. The next thing she knew, water was spraying everywhere, all over much of the group. Crap. Robots didn't like water. Glitch immediately bolted for dear life to the path.
“Sprinklers,” she grumbled. An overreaction, for sure.
Glitch went silent, listening. There were no sounds that she could make out, but Luke's hearing was far better than hers. "Phew." She relaxed. False alarm. Idly, she brushed off a few of the leaves that were sticking to her clothes. Hands on her hips, she stepped back and admired the group's handiwork. "Wow, I didn't think we'd cover the garden so fast."
She turned to address the entire group. "Okay everyone, next on the list is the entrance gate. Watch out for the sensors." It was nigh impossible to get a list of all of the Mansion's security measures, but the robot girl was aware of some motion sensors around the area. The staff really didn't want intruders.
So far, so good. The garden was rapidly gaining a coat of white. No sign of any adults that would interrupt their fun – nor tattling classmates.
She turned to see the roll carreening across the garden, thanks to Luke's strong throw. "Nice." Two thumbs went up. "Oh yeah, we've got plenty. Catch." Laughing softly, she lobbed the roll to Luke.
She weaved her way through a row of bushes, immune to their prickly leaves. The white squares were strung through them as if they were Christmas lights. With that, she'd used up the remainder of her roll. "How're we doing?" she asked Luke. "Hear anyone?"
It was one o'clock in the morning. It was time. Capping out at roughly two dozen students, the group convened at the basketball courts. A few words were spoken, then they all spread out throughout the Mansion grounds. Their objective? Senior prank the Mansion, of course.
Clad in a black sweatsuit with a large bag of toilet paper rolls in hand, Glitch followed a few others to the Mansion's garden. Her excitement could hardly be contained.
"Guys," she spoke with a loud whisper. "Get the statues." She let out a giggle as she tied a nice toilet paper bow around the lion statue's neck. The reactions of the teachers, staff, and so on were going to be priceless!
Glitch looked up from her phone. Oh. That had to be the man in the suit her coworker was talking about. It must have been her turn to be questioned about Russ.
"It's Glitch. I didn't know Russ super well, but sure, go ahead," she answered casually, standing back up and pocketing her phone. "Though, who are you? A cop? Lawyer? Journalist?" An eyelid was raised as she wondered what this was all about. "Did he get himself arrested or something?" A rather sad thought, but plausible.
The crowd at Spare Strike Lanes was unusually thin that Saturday. With no one coming to the register, a bored Glitch was dusting behind the counter. "Sleepy day, huh?" she commented to her coworker, who was mopping the floor.
"Yeah," she agreed. "Though, some guy in a suit's been hanging around. He's asking questions about Russ."
"Really? Guess that makes sense."
"Mmm-hm. What made them fire him, anyways? Another outburst?"
Glitch nodded. "Yup. He got ticked off at some customers and ended up disintegrating the ball he was holding. Scared the hell out of them."
Her coworker shook her head. "Russ really went nuts when he got his mutation. You guys have it rough, don't you?"
"We can. Some more than others."
Several minutes passed before the clock reached 12:30. Lunch breaks, as pointless as they were to Glitch, were still a legal requirement. Without much to do, she went to the side of the building, took a seat, and pulled out her phone.
Sometimes, Glitch forgot that the robots people were used to were the police's armed and dangerous META units. Worried she may have startled the guy, she took a step back and relaxed her posture. No threat there. Just Glitch.
“That's your first time using it on snow?” She tilted her head. “Well, I was a Californian. Guess I wouldn't have known for a while, too,” she said, shrugging. She eyed the patch of ground around him that had been cleared. Not just umbrella, but snow plow, too.
“Anyways,” she added with a playful tone, “you just found out a new way to use your power. You're going to have fun experimenting with it.”
(OOC: Saw your idea post. Sounds fun, so I thought I'd jump in)
For Glitch, the weather was less than ideal. The cold itself was no issue. Her robot self couldn't tell the temperature of Antarctica from that of the Sahara. But, there was snow. Also known as frozen water. And water and electronics did not play nice. Fortunately, she'd had the foresight to take her raincoat with her when she went out. Even if wearing it, given it's long length and ill-fitted hood, made her look and feel silly.
As she was returning to the Mansion, one of the other students caught her attention. Mutations could be strange and scary, but many were also fun to see in action. With whatever mutation this guy had, he was somehow pushing the snow away from him.
“Dang. I wish I could do that,” she remarked, trudging up to him. “It's, like, the ultimate umbrella.”
It was a busy evening at Spare Strike Lanes. The sound of Christmas parties, crashing pins, and heavy machinery fit perfectly with the crowd and the bright neon lights.
Opposite of the bowling lanes, Glitch was swabbing the tables, softly humming a tune. The whole while, she was mindful of her new uniform. It was her first real job, and she did not want to screw it up. Especially since looking non-human made it tough to get a job, a lesson hammered in deep during her recent search. As usual, she ignored the odd looks she got.
She was nearing the end of her shift when she saw someone enter. They were alone, not lining up for shoe rental nor pizza, just standing around. Red flags, according to management. A person like that might not be there to bowl. The robot girl continued her task, but her eyes did not leave this suspicious individual.
“The turtle's there to bring racers back to the track if they fall. I don't know his name, or if he even has one. He's kind of... background,” Glitch replied with a shrug as she finished the race.
She opened up a cabinet, and inside was a shelf lined with games. “Yeah, quite a few here. Let's see...” Zombie game. Horror game. War game. Zombie horror war game. Okay, most of the games there weren't little kid friendly. In fact, Glitch only found two more that were: one educational ABCs, the other, a cutesy dress up. She showed the cases to Kalos.
“Were you wanting to try one of these instead?” Glitch kind of hoped not; both options were too kiddie for her.
Was that a look of awe Glitch spotted on Kalos' face? If it was, she could understand; this was one of the game's prettier levels. It was times like these when the game's lack of a “no race just drive leisurely around” setting was regrettable.
When the race started, Glitch made sure to keep her cart's speed down. As a mountainous course, there were a lot more places along the track where falling was a hazard.
“New York's got tons, though there aren't really any here in the city. Do they-Whoa!” Glitch swerved to avoid crashing into an NPC cart, nearly going over the edge in the process. “Do they have them where you're from?”
