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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Hide and seek really gets boring when you can't find someone after 2 days of looking for them. He couldn't figure out why he couldn't find his friend. Him and Teddy had been at the mansion playing, with powers of course cause what fun is hide and seek without powers. Then you just look childish.
That wasn't the worst part. He'd been hearing and seeing things on TV about kids going missing and he couldn't help but wonder if his friend had been taken by these people taking all the kids. It was certainly possible if they were looking for a certain type of person. Maybe he needed to find out. Teddy started his research. First thin he did was ask all around the mansion if anyone had seen him. No one had.
Teddy just happened to get a hold of one of the papers one day. He was flipping through and noticed that there was a person offering readings. He decided that he wanted to know if this guy was any good. He took the bus into the city and, with paper in hand, found the place that was advertised in the paper. There were a few things here and there that caught Teddy's attention. There weren't many people working around there, or so it looked, so Ted just figured he'd have a look while they were dealing with other customers or whatever it is that they were doing.
There were actually a surprising amount of kids there, he noticed, as he walked around the place looking from this nic to that nak. Where was the person that worked here? Teddy asked himself as he was finishing up looking at all the stuff in the store.
(OOC: I was planning on using this as a way for Teddy to get into the army and take a role with this plot.)
They walked down the hallway. The blonde boy with the sunglasses led the way; he knew his way around these corridors quite well. The blonde girl that followed him looked curious to see what they would find.
The boy stopped in front of a door. The usually plain oak doors had mysterious circular designs on the doorway, complete with star and moon symbols.
“A bit overdone, don't you think?” The boy asked the girl. She only shrugged. Even if this was his dream, her own subconsciousness sometime leaked over.
He rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses at her non-answer, “You've been watching too much anime lately.” Then he turned to open the door. Lines in the pattern swirled together until the formed a date in spidery numbers. It was still over a week away.
The scene was familiar to them both; the front room of the oracle shop, recently restored to its former glory. Almost. Letitia had ordered all new furniture: matching purple living room sets. All the chairs and tables were now a uniform shape that looked boxy, but when the blonde girl sat in one it was surprisingly comfortable.
The boy rolled his eyes again, “Remind me when we wake up to try and talk her out of these monstrosities.”
“They aren't so bad. Try sitting in one,” the girl patted the cushion next to her invitingly.
“I'm not here to furniture shop,” he frowned below his sunglasses as he looked around. He had heard loud banging noises coming from behind this door, and wanted to figure out why. He paused at their exit and ran his hands over the dark wood. Bullet holes. Now if he could just find the cause.
The bell over the door rang, announcing a visitor. It was a messy haired dirty-blonde boy, between his age and the girl's. Taller than both of them. He looked all around the shop before he approached the oracle's table.
“Can I help you?” The boy with sunglasses asked him, interrupting his meanderings through the store.
Before the boy could answer loud reports broke the silence outside the store.
“Get down!”
Glass shattered. Wood exploded into fountains of splinters. Brand new purple chairs spouted stuffing.
Katrina sat up with a start in her pile of blankets on the floor. The rest of the occupants of the room were still asleep, despite the echoes of gunshots that the illusionist kept hearing. She looked over at the bed to her right. Sure enough Alister was groping on his nightstand for his sunglasses.
“Nice of you to spy on my future, when you won't let me spy on yours.”
“Is that really going to happen?”
“Probably. That's the way it works. We just have to be prepared for it.”
Two weeks later.
“Yes, I'm sure I don't want them delivered today. I want the reverse of the rush order, whatever that is. Yes. Next week would be great.” Letitia hung up the phone with a sigh. Katrina jumped slightly at the click. Alister just raised his eyebrows at her over the tops of his sunglasses.
“I don't get it,” the little illusionist commented, “How can you act so casually?”
“Used to it, I suppose,” he answered with a shrug.
Letitia popped a piece of gum into her mouth and scratched the chin of the sweater-wearing rat that sat on her shoulder, “Thanks for the warning, by the way, Kat.”
“Yeah, thanks a lot,” Alister was so sincere sounding.
Katrina stood, going to stand next to the rat psychic at the counter to take another glance at the purple chairs in the catalog. They were okay looking, and were going to be comfortable enough, but the real bonus was that Alister really hated them, and for some reason Katrina enjoyed seeing him rankled.
The bell over the door rang. A boy with messy dirty-blonde hair entered and started wandering around looking at the nick-knacks.
The illusionist's eyes widened and she elbowed Letitia in the side.
The whole aura of the place soon shifted to an uncomfortable feeling. The conversation seemed to go from nonchalant to abrupt stop when he entered. They didn't bother him while he was browsing the shop for things. The loud sounds of cars driving by outside seemed to be drowned out by the sheer amount of things that were in the store.
It didn't take him long to drown out the sounds and fall into a sort of stupor about where he was. There was something about this place that seemed to put him in a very relaxed state. Maybe it was the people in the room using their mutant powers on him, or maybe it was just the inscense that was burning. Whatever it was he was enjoying it.
There was one last little nic-knack that really caught his eye. Teddy stared at it for quite some time trying to figure out what exactly it was. He didn't really want to touch it because he figured it might be pretty expensive but it seemed like it was important. Or at least one day it would be.
Since he was here he might as well get what he'd come for. Teddy, always the shy one, walked up to the front counter and to the group of three that were standing there. He was about to say something but he soon got distracted by the mouse, or was it a rat, that was not only sitting on the girls shoulder but it was also wearing a sweater. Maybe the rat was cold? he thought before he looked at the other two.
The look of, 'Is that really a rat on her shoulder?' crossed his face as he didn't have any idea of what was about to happen next.
Alister gave a little half smile to the customer. Usually it would be a full on cocky grin. Today he was not feeling especially cocky. Even though he knew what the future might hold, it didn't mean he'd have to like it. They were prepared. Still, he waited until the last possible second to utter his greetings, as if his words were the trigger being pulled on several guns right this moment.
Finally the Oracle opened his mouth and uttered, “Can I help you?”
Before the boy could respond, loud reports broke the silence outside the store.
“Get down!” Katrina, Alister, and Letitia had already ducked behind very solid wooden furniture when Marco yelled. He was a blur of blue vest and black hair. A blur that bowled over a messy haired blonde kid and shoved him behind the solid wood of the counter with the illusionist and the rat psychic.
Glass shattered, wood splintered, old and ugly arm chairs spouted stuffing.
Katrina glanced at the boy who now lay on the ground in front of her. The one thing they hadn't been able to find out from the dreams of the future was why they got shot at. Did it have to do with this kid, or was the shop the real target?
Teddy wondered what the deal was with these people. They were all staring at him like they were expecting him to do something. Well, they'd be sorely disappointed because he didn't do tricks. Finally, the guy with the sunglasses said something.
He opened his mouth to reply when he was cut off by loud speakers. It was almost like hey knew it as going to happen. The three were down before anything really happened. Teddy was pushed down by a blur. He didn't know who or what did it but he was grateful that someone had had enough sense to get him out of the way. Teddy wasn't used to gun fire. He was used to the calm. Why was he here anyways?
The young boy found himself next to the three that used to be in front of the counter. "Whats going on?" He managed to yell over the ruckus. It was like being in an action movie. It always seems so cool when you're watching the movie it actually put yourself in the action and you're basically helpless. What kind of place had he just walked into if they were getting shot at. Were they wanted by the law or did he just walk into a front for a drug business and he was now in the middle of a drug gang war. Or maybe this was just a freak accident and he'd just seen a few to many mission impossible movies.
The gunshots stopped. Tires squealed away. Marco, ran at top speed out the door to see if he could catch the license plate number. Alister had told him he wouldn't be able to, at least not safely, but he wanted to try any way. He returned before the rest of them had even had a chance to stand up again.
He shook his head.
“No luck, amigos. I couldn't tell which car it was.”
“Yes, well.” Alister didn't say 'I told you so' but they all knew that was what he meant.
Marco peeled off the blue vest and tossed it over the back of one of the ugly chairs.
“Hey look, I caught one for you,” he pointed out the bullet hole in the vest for their young visitor. “You know what's going on here? You don't have any enemies that followed you over here?”
Katrina walked over to inspect the vest. Bullet proof. That's what Alister had meant by taking precautions. She had been surprised when he hadn't just abandoned shop for the day if he knew there was going to be a drive by, but maybe this was the best way. She wondered where they had gotten it from, then wondered if she really wanted to know.
Alister adjusted his sunglasses, then positioned himself back in his usual spot at the little round table where he usually did his readings, “The police are going to conclude that it was random gang violence. Still we should give them a call. And Marco, do put that vest away before they get here.”
He smiled at the now extra-tousled blonde boy, “As I was saying before, can I help you?”
In the background Letitia started dialing the police and Marco reluctantly went to his room to hide his blue vest before the cavalry arrived.
The guy that saved him ran after the car that did the drive by. When he came back to the place it seemed like it had hardly been a second. Now was the first time that he'd noticed what the guy was wearing. It was a bullet proof vest. Did they expect this? the answer seemed to be all the more obvious the more he looked around.
"What'd I do? I'm only 16 for crying out loud. I don't have any enemies that would want to shoot me." Teddy was all shook up. This was the first time he'd been in a drive by. But that's New York. This didn't seem logical. However he was feeling very defensive considering he was almost shot.
After a minute it finally registered that sunglasses was talking to him again as if the drive by didn't just happen. "Well I'm here for some help. I can't find my friend and I'm afraid that some thing bad has happened to him." he wasn't sure if this guy was going to have he answer... However, he might have the answer for some other questions that were on his mind that he didn't really want to voice out loud. Like, where are all the kids going and whats going on with the strange disappearances.
He couldn't be the only person noticing this. He was just a teenager after all. He shouldn't be noticing this sort of stuff. He should be noticing the hot girls around the mansion or even the ones around the city that were out on his trip here.
“You don't know why you would be shot at and neither do we. You are also looking for a missing friend, right? I believe we might be able to find the answers to both of these by looking into your future.” Usually Alister provided a little more pomp and circumstance before diving into a vision, but today he was on a tight time line. He had just enough time to do this before the cops showed up.
Alister lowered his glasses just as Katrina slipped behind the young blonde newcomer and touched his shoulder.
They reeled through time, seeing random flashes of the boy's past and then his future. They slowed down to look more carefully at anything that might pertain to a friend who might be missing, an enemy who might want him dead, or anything that would indicate that the boy himself might make a good future ally.
At least that's what it seemed like to Katrina. She was not in control of this, simply along for the ride.
She didn't necessarily trust Alister to give her all the information he saw in the future and she had started wanting to know what it might be that he was holding back.
Teddy stood still in front of sunglasses dude. The kid looked him straight in the eye and just before the weirdness started he felt a light touch on his shoulder. But before he could look it had started. It was simple at first and there were plenty of things to look at. It was amazing how much this kid, cause he was defintiely younger than Teddy, seemed to command so much presence and respect. He was about to look at who was touching his shoulder but before he could he was taken into the recesses of his mind.
Teddy saw himself with his family. It was around the same time as now and his birthday. Those were the good old days, but before he could dwell in that area of his mind he was wisked off to different parts of his memories. This kid poked through that for a bit and visions of Teddy as a stuffed animal flew by. The quickly changing images flew past them as if they were standing on a really fast moving conveyor belt.
The young stuffed animal shifter then started to see images of things that he didn't quite recognize. It was still him, that much was obvious; however, he seemed older maybe even a little more worn, almost as if he'd been in like a dozen battles. As they seemingly zoomed into the vision Ted saw himself even more clearer. The scene began to clear up. The place he was standing in didn't look very familiar, but it was defiitely night time. Most people were already inside and all the hustle and bustle of the day had been erased by the cool night breeze that blew his longer and dirty hair.
As they folloed the vision he turned down an alley and began the change. The form that he took on didn't look familiar at all to the current ones that he had in his arsenal. Which only means that he got a new form somewhere along the way. As the transformation completed itself the big stuffed elephantTeddy continued to walk along as if nothing had happened. Soon he was insidea nearby building and apparently working on the mission that someone had given him. As weird as it may be it looked more like he was walking into a trap. The building itself looked like a giant warehouse and he soon found many children there, including his friend. Soon afterwards elephant Teddy was captured.
The scene shifted and he was back in the store talking with sunglasses kid about something. Even though it was his future he still couldn't understand what was going on or hear what was being said. There were plenty of goings on around them both as they conversed and it even looked like many of the people that were around them in the vision were geared up for some sort of war. Many were carrying guns, or were simply using there powers. Teddy was shaking his head as if something had gone terribly wrong and then the vision ended. Teddy blinked for a second and then looked around. Completely confused he figured that this kid would be able to figure out what that meant.
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Jorge hated getting calls like this. Being a cop, he had seen some of the worst that people have to offer the world, but opening fire in the middle of the day, into a cheesy psychic shop? And for what? There was no clue. The person who had called in only said that someone opened fire from the outside but there was no visual on who the shooter was, or even what the car looked like. Surprisingly no one from the street had called in the crime so there were no witness statements that he could go off of.
This was going to be interesting.
The whole way to the psychic shop called “Future Sight” the detective had to wonder exactly what it was that was going on. He had heard about the shop before; there was speculation that it was owned by mutants. Could a possible motive be a mutant hate crime? Jorge wouldn’t put it past New York City. After all, in this big metropolis, it was wishful thinking to believe that everyone here loved and respected one another. That was just downright silly. Too many people in a cramped city only meant that there was just more room for people to draw lines and form groups.
Mutant hating groups were rampant, which is why he was being called into this case. Then again, it could have simply been random gang violence, or just random violence period. Unless, of course, it was the sincere target…
“But why shoot up a Miss Cleo’s shop?” he wondered out loud.
Fortune read wrong? Somebody told they were not going to get the big promotion they were clamoring for? That their husband was going to cheat on them? Maybe they were told the losing numbers to the lottery. Jorge wouldn’t know until he got there but even though he had qualms against “Call Me Now!” shysters, that did not mean that innocent lives needed to be taken through gun violence.
Behind the wheel of his black, Chevy Impala, Jorge Cervantes sighed as he drove through the streets of New York, headed for the “Future Sight” shop. Whether or not they were the real deal, he didn’t know nor did he care about at the moment. All he cared about was catching the whoever had the gall to open fire into a crowded building and threatened innocent lives.
Siren blaring, lights flashing on his dashboard, Jorge drove to the scene of the crime…
The visions ended with sirens and lights. Alister had been right, they had just barely enough time to see the boy's vision before the cops arrived.
Katrina let her hand slip off the boy's arm, hoping that Alister wouldn't notice what she had done. She wasn't even sure that Jude had told the young seer that she could ride along like that. Or maybe anyone could, with just a touch. They hadn't really had a chance to test it out.
She had to wonder what the images were that they had seen. Lots of stuffed animals, even a transformation into a stuffed animal. Also a warehouse and a group of kids an awful lot like the group of kids that lived in the back rooms of Future Sight. She'd have to ask Julia and Crow if they recognized the description.
“Any apocalypse visions or evil unicorns,” she asked Alister innocently, though she knew there had been none.
He gave her a funny look, but didn't get a chance to answer before their very own detective walked in the front door.
“Detective Cerventes?” Katrina asked, surprised. She hadn't realized it would be someone she recognized that came to investigate. She resisted asking how his stapler was doing. This, after all, was a serious matter. Even though they had taken precautions and no one had been hurt, they had still been shot at today.
Teddy blinked a few more times before he realized he was hearing sirens. He didn't say anything but apparently the girl knew the guy when he walked in. What kind of place have I walked into where the people already know the cops as soon as they walk in? Teddy thought as the girl announced the cops name.
There so far hadn't been any time for him to ask what this psychic might think the vision could mean. He was hoping that this whole police business wouldn't take to long because there was plenty of things that needed to be answered and he needed the answers before he could start to figure out what was going on. Maybe he wouldn't find the poeple he needed to find right away but it was sure cretain that he was going to be looking for people. He could figure that much out for himself.
It was the other stuff that he needed interpreting. Teddy really wated to know if this vision helped answer some questions for the other about what's going on or about what he'd heard on the knews. So far he wasn't having any luck on his own, so he figured that this might be the right place to start getting answers. Although right now with the cop there might not have been the best time to start asking quesitons. He'd seen enough NCIS to know that there was going to be a lot of questions thrown out by the flic that they'd have to answer. Even if there wasn't anything the detective could do he would still try to stay quiet and out of the way until the officer had left.
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Jorge pulled his car to a stop in front of the only store that looked riddled with bullet holes. It was not hard to miss that this was the shop that had called in the crime. The glass was shattered, people were still looking at the shop in utter shock, there were even a couple of boys in blue already here, taking witness statements. The detective shook his head at the sight of the mayhem that lay before him. Who could have done such a thing in the light of day and put so many other people’s lives at risk? It was absolute insanity and something with which he seriously could not believe.
Then again, there was no surprising the depths that ignorance or violence will lead someone to. He sighed as he opened his car door and stepped out onto the scene.
Already uniformed officers were rolling out warning tape in order to keep pedestrians from contaminating the scene. The detective looked from side to side, surveying the mess before he walked forward. He nodded to the uniformed officers, flashed his badge, and then proceeded to head into the shop. He needed to get an account from the people in the store.
Hopefully someone knew something…
As he stepped inside, he paused to notice that anyone who was there were obviously still shaken while furniture seemed to be an absolute mess. Stuffing was literally splayed out from the cushioned chairs, making them look like cartoony whales with mist coming out of their blow holes. The detective shook his head. They didn’t call in that anyone was shot, that was at least a good thing.
But as he stepped inside, looking for an owner, anyone he could talk to, he paused when he spied familiar blonde hair and a curious face.
My stapler, was all he uttered…
>> “Detective Cerventes?”
He arched a brow? Did she follow him again? The last time he ran into her she threw herself and another mutant into the path of a raging snow-manipulator mutant that had nearly encased them all in ice. Now here she was at a shooting? Exactly what were the odds of that? He growled a little, though not meaning to sound brutish towards her. That was simply the way the man sounded when he talked…
“I sure hope you weren’t following me again,” he said as he crossed his arms over his chest and eyed her closely.
Katrina looked at the detective with big, innocent eyes, “This one was mine first.” Her crime scene, that was. “But I'll forgive you this once.”
Katrina was not usually a snarky person, but something about this particular cop that made her a little sassier than she normally would be to an adult or an officer of the law. It was almost like she wanted to live up to his expectations.
“So, we had a drive by shooting,” she added conversationally, rocking back on her feet. What now? She honestly didn't know much about how cops went about looking at crime scenes to figure out who did things. Maybe she could learn something that would help her decipher the clues at a different crime scene.
Alister readjusted his sunglasses and quietly told the blonde boy across from him, “We can talk more later, about what you saw.”
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>> “This one was mine first…But I'll forgive you this once.”
“Heart of gold, you got there,” he muttered.
He arched a brow…then smirked.
He didn’t know why, he knew that he shouted smirk in a situation like this but the girl and her attitude…it just made him unable to help it. He didn’t know why he took it from her, anyone else who talked to him like that, especially in the middle of an investigation and he’d let them have it. After all, there has to be a certain respect when one wears the badge.
But this girl, there was nothing sinister about her attitude. In a way…it still seemed respectful.
Well, whatever the case Jorge simply let it drop as she pulled out a pad of paper from his coat pocket and a pen from his other.
>> “So, we had a drive by shooting,”
Jorge nodded as he began to scribble notes as he looked around the crime scene and turned his attentions back to her.
He paused for a moment as he gave her a look over. She didn’t look shot or injured from the drive-by. There was the smallest sigh of relief. If there was one thing that he hated to see was a good kid being harmed due to random violence like this.
“Glad to see you’re okay,” was all he muttered as he jotted down another note.
The store looked pretty beat up now: pieces of furniture were spilling their guts, jars and cups and décor had been cracked or obliterated, and the shop’s from window was riddled with a few bullet holes, while in other place the glass had clearly broken off. He shook his head. They were definitely all very lucky that nobody was actually harmed.
“About what time? Did anybody manage to see anything?” he turned as he began to look at the other occupants of the store. “And where’s the owner? It’d be particularly helpful if I could talk to them.”
