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.
As Glitch fled the scene, she heard the clash of metal hitting the pavement. Sounded like there was a serious flaw in that machine's AI. As long as it was working to their advantage, it was great.
She sprinted full speed around the corner, across streets, and through crowds of confused bystanders. Somehow, she managed to keep the pace up block after block. A long time had passed since Glitch ran that fast, much less voluntarily.
After running for what felt like forever, Glitch couldn't run any further. She leaned against a street lamp, exhausted. “Did we lose it?” Her power level was low; Glitch knew that much. If robots could heave, the sidewalk would need cleaning.
Glitch was surprised at the boy's questions. He must have had a strong interest in computers, as those subjects were advanced for his age. “No, no algorithms, no pre-programmed responses. At least, I don't think...” And sincerely hoped. She didn't know exactly what the thing in her head contained, but she didn't want coding to be behind it.
Wait. He wanted to take her apart?!
Just when Glitch was about to protest, she realized her arm moved on its own once more. Her eyes went wide. The child's inspection and her arm's involuntary behavior was too well-timed, too fitting. Was the boy a mutant? They weren't super common, but Glitch could think of no other explanation.
“Whoa, not cool!” She yanked her arm back and pinned it down with her other arm. “Stop messing with my arm!” she scolded. The kid might have been playing around, but she did not find being controlled the least bit funny.
Glitch gave the wolf teen a funny look. That was a strange thing to say about someone who you'd only spoken to for a few minutes.
“Well, yeah. Can't see everything that goes on, so I hear about it from others.” Why he mentioned it was beyond her. She might have asked, but his tone was telling her to leave him alone. Besides, there was some homework waiting for her back at the Mansion, and though she wasn't looking forward to it, it needed to be done. “Anyways, I've got to go, so see-”
“Hey! You two!” shouted an angry voice. Glitch nearly jumped out of her metal shell.
It was the animal control lady from earlier, backed up by her three coworkers. And dang. They did have a mutant in their ranks. There was no way a normal man's eyes could glow blue.
The woman pointed an accusing finger at the wolf teen. “We know you're the wolf! Do you kids think this is a joke?”
Glitch was on edge, frantically trying to decide what to do. Attempt an explanation? Or run?
Glitch watched quietly as the man entered. He was talking like there was no one who could hear him. And the subject was her. The expression in her eyes went from puzzled to a little annoyed and most definitely uncomfortable. Listening to those unfiltered observations made her feel like a lab rat.
Relief swept over Glitch when he reached the correct conclusion, and she nodded in affirmation. When she reached out and accepted Richard's handshake, she kept her grip intentionally weak to avoid hurting him. "You must be the mechanic. I'm Glitch."
She pointed to her right eye, which, unlike its counterpart, was angled downwards. "Something in here broke. I can't move it. Think you can take a look?"
There it was again, a question Glitch heard all the time. “Who built you?”
She resisted answering with a “Mom and Dad in their bedroom workshop” crack. Far too inappropriate for a little boy. “I was born, not built,” she responded instead. It was something she repeated to herself every once in a while to remind herself that she was still human.
She listened, confused. His English was broken; he probably didn't mean to be demanding. It took her a moment to realize that she was holding his hand. Thank goodness she didn't accidentally crush his fingers. She gently pulled her hand away and placed it in her raincoat's pocket. Maybe that would stop the limb from flailing and breaking someone's nose. Or something along those lines.
“I'm a stranger. I can't walk off with you,” she responded kindly. Her eyes looked the crowd over. By then, a parent would have normally pulled their child away from her, either with apologies or insults. No one was watching the boy. Glitch wondered if he was lost. “Where are your parents?” she asked out of concern.
No mistake, he was annoyed with her. It had to be the chattiness. Wouldn't have been the first time she'd talked someone up a wall. The guy appeared to be somewhat a lone wolf, which didn't help. Yet, he was still talking to her. She thought it strange, but she carried on.
“They warned us about those. Apparently, people get lost in them.”
As if she was one to talk. She had yet to venture out to the woods herself. Mostly, it was general laziness. Spending time afterward picking out all the dead leaves and bugs that managed to get inside of her was unappealing – and gross. As cliché as it sounded, machines and nature just didn't go well together.
“Anyways, I doubt they mind it much,” she went on, shrugging. “Visitors come all the time.” If they did mind a harmless trespasser, then that was dumb.
There was nothing like taking a blow to the side of the head to mess with your day.
Glitch regretted walking past the basketball court. The ball practically snuck up on her. That girl had a very strong throw, too.
The good news? Glitch didn't feel a thing. The bad news? She now had vision problem. Technically, she could still see. But, her right eye was frozen in position, giving her a cross-eyed appearance and double vision.
To complicate things, being mechanical meant that standard healing was out of the question. That woman, Ghost, knew someone who she said was good with machines. He was supposedly heading there now.
Glitch was seated in the infirmary, waiting. Her metal fingers idly drummed on the adjacent table.
Unsuspecting, Glitch wasn't prepared for the chain of strange malfunctions. A sudden wild jerk of her right arm, a loud staticky noise from her speaker, then blurred vision. All were quick but ominous.
Glitch looked around, startled. She had attention of a few people. The man nearby took several cautious steps away from her. She retreated to the corner, humiliated. Mercifully, she couldn't turn red from embarrassment.
What was going on?
The rain. It must have leaked in and shorted out some circuits. Glitch lifted her raincoat's right sleeve to inspect her arm. The surface was unexpectedly dry. She was going to have to take a closer look at it and the other systems when she got back to the mansion. Until then, she needed to stay alert so-
Ooh, the actor on the “Secondary School Singalong” poster was kind of hot. Glitch couldn't place a finger on the name, but she knew he was a teenage heartthrob, and she could definitely see why.
So he was not a Mansion student? While he did look the right age, not every young mutant attended the Mansion. Glitch herself appreciated its existence. It was one of the few places where she wasn't constantly faced with fear and hostility. Continuing to attend public school would have been dangerous, considering the threats.
Glitch had a bad feeling that she was annoying the other teen. She was debating whether he was a normal guy bothered by her chattiness or a strange guy who hated talking. Or maybe he was a combination of the two. She probably shouldn't, but she was curious enough to have questions.
“Have you been there before? Oh, are you one of those people who sneak in because they heard of the cool stuff?” she asked, snickering a bit. If she could still grin, the expression would have been very visible. “I won't tell.”
A wild theory, but she had heard rumors. Very funny rumors that included the security system, stink bombs, and skinny-dipping.
Glitch hovered near the door in wait. There was yet another problem for the pile: They had an audience. One that could describe them if the real police got involved. Darkshift might be hard to find, but a robot girl? That would be too easy. Attacking the META bot with that many people watching meant the police would hunt you down in an instant. Such situations required a more subtle approach.
Time to put on a show.
Right when the META bot entered, Glitch set the act into motion. She intentionally stumbled, swinging her arm forward to splash the coffee into its visual sensors. “Oops,” she told it as she slipped past. “Sorry about that.” No way did she mean those words. Not to a piece of junk like that.
Glitch couldn't stay long enough to see if the coffee did its trick nor if the audience even fell for the fake accident. Once outside, she ran like hell.
Glitch glanced at her hand. Wires, motors, and metal parts comprised it and the rest of her, not flesh and blood. “I dunno. It's hard sneaking around like this.” Her tone bore a tinge of sadness.
If looking like a robot wasn't enough, being as yellow as a warning sign grabbed people's attention, and not the good kind. Even though she didn't hate the color, she wondered if she should get painted a more subtle hue. Which, was kind of a weird thought.
“I'm going to school. Slash home. You know, mutant school. Do you go there, too?” she asked, tilting her head. A few months, and she still saw faces there that she didn't recognize.
The teen did not look amused. Was it something she said?
Wait... He had yellow eyes and pointy ears, both wolfy traits that betrayed his mutation. Oops. If this guy was the wolf, so much for the excitement potential. There was no good reason to rat him out, so Glitch only shot him a knowing look. Well, as much of a knowing look that her largely immovable face was capable of. Glitch could only hope her expression didn't come off as something else.
“Seriously. It'd save me time, too. It stinks to have to walk around this,” she said with a shrug. “Maybe they can't find people. I know if I could psychically track or whatever, animal control wouldn't be my first choice.” Compared to other available options, animal control just seemed dull.
Glitch eyed the skinny teen who spoke to her. “Yeah. Shapeshifters.” He was probably right. This was New York City.
It made her wonder why a shapeshifter would do that in the first place. As her mother told her, wandering around in public disguised as a snake, or any other dangerous animal, was not smart. Namely because it tended to freak people out. And freaked out people did crazy things.
“Can you imagine trying to explain that the wolf was you? Talk about embarrassing. I'd hate to be that guy – or girl,” she said with a small laugh. She watched animal control move from one alley to the next. “But who knows? Maybe these guys will surprise us and bag a real wolf.”
Glitch must have been out of it that afternoon. One moment, she was crossing the street. The next, she was suddenly was faced with a woman in a tan uniform shirt.
“What?” Her tone was surprised at first. Then, she saw what was behind the woman. “Oh...”
Several similarly clad adults were loading tranquilizer guns. They spread out, in search of something. The parked vehicles with “Animal Control” printed in big letters said it all.
“We are investigating reports of a wolf in the area. We can't let anyone through. Not even if they think their mutation will keep them safe. It's protocol,” the woman continued, giving a shooing gesture. Glitch just nodded and stepped back from the scene.
A wolf? In the middle of the city? The officials may have stopped her from passing, but they couldn't stop her from watching. She walked to the edge of the perimeter to join the handful of onlookers.
A dark figure moved in front of the store window. Crap with a capital C. It really was the META. Glitch guessed it was interrogating pedestrians about their whereabouts. It was only a matter of time until one gave away their location.
“Nope,” she agreed. As awesome as crashing through a window would have looked, she didn't need to add vandalism to the list of charges. Come to think of it, Glitch didn't even know what the META bot planned to charge them with. It couldn't be anything good.
Ideas? Glitch thought for a moment. “Maybe.” She held up her full cup of coffee. “I could throw this in its face.” She wasn't an expert on the META bots, but if their sight worked anything like hers, getting the lenses wet would be blinding.
