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.
Darkshift arrived at Sanctuary in a foul mood, normally understated black cat claws instead large black eagle talons, her head resembling that of a panther, mouth full of serated teeth and all. A panther's tail swished behind her, clearly agitated. It was an effort not to attempt to take a chunk out of the wall with her talons. She was angry, angry and hurt. Her emotions kept fluxuation between the two extremes and what she wanted to do most was hit something or hurt someone and get all her frustration out in a satisfying explosion of violence and blood.
Aura had left. In truth, Aura had left weeks ago but it was only now that she had finally accepted the fact. Aura, only a few years older than she was, who had become something of a mentor and who had recruited her into the Order and who had instilled within her a drive to help out other mutants when she previously thought only of helping herself. She had begun to look up to the other mutant and form real attachment to her so, of course, she would up and leave without word or notice. That would show her what happened when she actually let down her barriers. She deserved it for being so naive.
How easy it might have been for her to simply abandon Sanctuary and the Order (sad state that she could now admit it was in) and never look back. The weekly stipends that continued to show up in her account were nice but she knew how to take care of herself. That's what she kept telling herself she wanted to do but in the end, she couldn't quite do it. After all, it wasn't just Aura that kept her coming back to Sanctuary, defending mutants and bringing mutant runaways into its welcoming walls; it was the fact that she had actually come to believe in what she was do it. Damn it all to hell anyway!
With the mood she was in, now was probably not the best time to go looking for this Tempest fellow she had heard about from one of the runaway she had recently brought in. Someone who cared and was also trying to make a difference. Darkshift wasn't sure what to think of that but, if she was actually determined to stick around, then she should probably seek him out and actually have a conversation. Thus, there she was wandering the sanctuary halls, anger almost radiating off of her in search of some newcomer who may or may not actually prove to be useful.
Sounds good. I think I'll go with the first option of hearing through the grapevine about Tempest. She doesn't stay at Sanctuary herself but she does spend some time there. Tempest may even have heard about her bringing in street mutants to stay there and if he has present ties with the Order she's probably heard her name in passing there as well. I'm off to work at the moment but I'll try to get something up later tonight.
Darkshift laughed alongside her new friend, trying to ignore the note of almost hysteria in her voice. They had won after all, right? Escaped the evil police robot? No need to feel hysterical anymore, none at all. Apparently they made a pretty good team.
"No more METAs!" She emphasized the last word, meaning it. No need to mention that she had a bad habit of doing things that law enforcement didn't especially like given that these METAs were just fancy robot cops. None at all.
"I really should be heading home. I'm exhausted after all of this excitement. Do you have a place to stay? A number? I figure since we we escaped certain doom together, we may as well stay in touch right?"
Darkshift has been a part of the Order for a few months now under Aura. With Aura not really around any longer, she's been receiving a stipend of money every month without actually doing much for it. She's taken up the cause of helping mutants to heart, however, and would want to be involved in anything to do with helping out Sanctuary and with the revival of the Order. I'll see about jumping into your open thread.
Edit; Actually, its looking like I probably shouldn't hop in there as I've hopped into Raechel's thread. Would you be interested in a thread between Tempest and Darkshift?
It hadn't been so long ago that Darkshift had fled home and come to New York, seeking out a better place where she might learn to survive as a mutant. Months, it had only been months although at times it felt like so much longer. The list of ways her life had changed since that fateful decision were long. Survival had been her goal and had she achieved it? Well, she was still alive so that would be an emphatic 'yes'. She was, in fact, well on her way to thriving, with the small but steady influx of money coming in from her association with The Order. Gone were the days where she had to steal to survive although old habit died hard and skills needed to be maintained.
Usually more of a night owl, it was mid-afternoon by the time she awoke and exited her small apartment. Her power just melded with the night, black shifts blending with the darkness. Besides, mutant vigilante super heroes (a title she thought of only in her head and mostly with the sharp bit of sarcasm) didn't operate openly during the daytime. Still, there were things better done during the daylight hours and besides, wasn't it considered unhealthy to never see the sun? Probably not something she really needed to worry about in her decidedly dangerous line of work.
Grocery shopping was one of those mundane tasks better done during the daylight hours but before chores, coffee. She stopped at a small shop to grab her much needed morning (ok, afternoon) caffeine and wandered into a nearby park. As always, black claws were worn openly because it wasn't right to be ashamed of being a mutant and damn it, she wasn't ashamed!
As she sipped on her pleasantly hot beverage, it was hard to miss the green skinned girl standing next to a tree. She couldn't have been much younger than Darkshift herself and her clothing looked threadbare. Runnaway like herself? Visible mutant like that, it seemed likely. "Hey," she called out to the girl. "Do you need some money for food? Or a place to stay?" Both mutant and possible runnaway meant she couldn't walk past without offering to help.
A single word spoke indicated that at least one other person had noticed her unusual hands. The word didn't sound judgmental and with a few more words spoken by the woman, it became clear that Darkshift wasn't the only mutant around. Of course, her choice to be display her status openly was just that: a choice. The motivations for such a choice may not have been completely obvious to others, but it was one of the small ways she felt she was helping her kind. To display her status as a mutant openly and thereby show that there was no shame, hopefully, would help those who didn't have as much of a choice as her.
"Do you mind if I ask what yours is," she asked with genuine curiosity. It was one of the amazing things about mutants, the fact that none of them seemed to have exactly the same gifts. While there had been gifts of others she'd been a little bit envious of, she'd never really felt dissatisfied with her own.
Now that her gear was packed and her guitar case slung over her should, she got to her feet in order to be on the same level as the blond mutant. "I'm Darkshift, by the way."
Meetup in the alley works. I can even have Darkshift appear 'beary' to make things fun. Although the polar part of polar bear might not translate so well with her fur being black.
If anyone noticed Darkshift's unusual hands, they made no comment. Either it meant they weren't paying much attention (not uncommon when it came to buskers) or they didn't care enough to make a big deal of it. Either way, it was just another positive mark in a beautiful day. Maybe people getting more tolerant. Unlikely but maybe. Pipe dreams and all that.
One song ended and another began. This was to be her last of the evening, a Gypsy punk song withe a Russian chorus. Have no experience with Russian, it had taken some doing to learn to pronounce the foreign syllables properly and, as such, this was one she was especially proud of. Apparently another appreciated it as well as a blond woman tossed a $20 into her case. She nodded her appreciation and finished the last few chords.
As she began to put her collected earnings into her bag and put her guitar back into its case, she realized the woman who had given her the $20 was still nearby. "I appreciate your generosity. I hope you enjoyed it." She really must have been in an unusually good mood, being so polite and positive. It had been a while.
It was amazing how long and how fast one could run when there was the fear of incarceration or worse as motivation. Her new robot friend stopped her old mad dash just as stamina began fleeting and she stopped beside her, out of breath and panting. She didn't hear any ominous robot voices around. Nor did she immediately see any ominous robot bodies. A good sign. Probably.
"I think we lost it." A pause for another intention round of listening and still no obvious sounds of pursuit. "Remind me to never get in the way of one of those things again. This is not the sort of adventure I feel the need to repeat!"
Relief at having gotten away washed through her and she even let out a nervous giggle. Well, that was certainly embarrassing.
