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.
It was getting hotter in the city the black pavement of the city streets soaked the heat from the sun turning the entire city into a giant oven. Joe hated the heat, fortunately the sun was setting as Joe’s bike roared down the city streets the cooler air whipping at his shirt and jeans keeping him cool as the heat began to finally break for the night. Joe’s ribs were finally feeling good enough for him to start getting out and about again. Coming off the accelerator Joe let his bike slow to a stop, like usual pulling in front of bar. The little bar had been getting a bit of a reputation lately as a spot that held human, mutant fights with huge payouts for the winner. Readjusting his black t-shirt Joe scanned the outside of the bar quickly, it seemed ordinary enough maybe a little small to host fights with the purse that was promised but Joe just assumed there had to be a basement of some sort.
Joe pushed his way past the front door and immediately went for the bar nothing wrong with getting a drink and check out the scenery before he figured out where to go to sign up for the fights. planting himself at a bar stool Joe scanned the area quickly it was fairly busy already with a surprisingly diverse group of people, everyone from the tattoo’d biker to the guy who looks like he just walked off the trading room floor seemed to enjoy the rather unoriginal atmosphere of this bar and Joe felt a small sliver of suspicion creep in his mind but he suppressed it quickly as he turned to the bar and was greeted by a young raven haired beauty standing behind it.
“What can I get for ya?” The bartender asked as Joe turned to look at her, he could feel her eyes scanning him her eyes moving quickly taking in his scars and tattoos and Joe couldn’t help but get the feeling he was being evaluated by an enemy judging if he would be an easy target. Raising an eyebrow slightly Joe ordered his drink, “Whiskey triple.” and as she turned to grab the bottle from the shelf Joe couldn't help but glance at her rear wrapped tightly in a pair of blue jeans and his suspicions began to recede again. As she returned with his drink Joe lifted it up quickly to his lips as the bartender spoke again.
“You here for the fights right? To compete?” she asked as Joe pressed the cup to his lips letting the brown liquid burn its way down his throat, and he gave an approving grunt in response. “So your a mutant then?” She asked as Joe lowered the cup back to the bar and Joe could have sworn he heard the slightest bit of disgust in her voice as she asked. “Yea, why is this where I’m supposed to sign up at?” Joe asked as he pushed the now empty glass towards the bartender for a refill.
“Sure is...” She responded as he motioned to someone behind Joe before picking up the bottle of whiskey again. Joe began to turn to see who she had motioned for, assuming it was the person he would have to speak to about signing up. Joe blinked his eyes, why was he facing the bar again and where did all of these sparkling lights come from. He subconsciously raised a hand up and held it to his face as the pain started to come through the fog of his mind when he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder turning him around bringing him face to face with a rather large bald headed man who greeted Joe with another fist to his face. Causing Joe to fall backwards against the bar holding himself up by his elbows against the bar.
Joe’s mind began to sharpen through the fog, he was under attack and this big guy was the one attacking him. The bald man grabbed the front of Joe’s shirt and pulled him upright again and as he placed Joe on his feet Joe felt his instincts kick in. The mans fist reared back and shot again but Joe was prepared and as his hands moved fluidly in response his left arm shot out first pressing the mans wrist outwards away from Joe’s face then turning his hand to grab onto the wrist twisted the arm till the elbow faced inwards and with one sharp jab from Joe he made the mans elbow turn in both directions with a resounding crack. Releasing the now limp arm the man howled and quickly scooped it up with his other hand and backed up slightly leaving Joe enough room to raise his leg up and push kick the man with enough force launching him backwards and through one of the windows.
Joe scanned the bar again rage masked nearly all of the patrons in the bar and several times he heard the curses and anti-mutant slang threw around, this was getting ugly quickly. Joe saw several of them begin to reach into there pockets for something and at that time Joe knew it was time to go and began to form a pair of crystal gauntlets over his hands letting the crystal shards climb up his arms towards his chest. Turning to glance behind him in an attempt to check his back for enemies he was quickly met with the bottle of whiskey he had ordered before the glass shattering across his head dousing him in blood and whiskey as he slumped down to one knee his crystal encased hand gripping onto the bar ledge for support.
“Get this muttie downstairs and take care of him like the others.” Joe heard the attractive dark haired girl say and through the haze and blood he saw the group begin to descend on him. This was gonna be a long night...
It was boiling hot outside, truly summer had come to New York. It was a hot,muggy,day that just exuded misery wherever one was in the city. More car accidents happened, more crimes were going on, just everything seemed awful at the moment.
Emerald Lupin was one of the people that was not a complete grump on hot days, mainly because she tended to flee the thickly populated series on the days where the heat was the worse. Today was no exception to this, she had been sailing most of the day on the boat that she stole borrowed from an old "friend". The docks were a little ways out but she didn't mind as long as she could travel far enough out of the bay into the Atlantic Ocean. For sometime, she wondered if she should just sail far away from the dark city. Would anyone mind if she took a couple days off from her normal routine and just sail aimlessly with no one guiding her? No, it was best she didn't, it was best she didn't run away from a place that really seemed to need her.
Once her little side trip was done, Emerald docked her boat,her skin was now tanned from an entire day in the sun, and her clothes, from her blue tank top, down to her plaid dockers, reeked heavily of the ocean, but she really didn't care, she was happy. The wolf girl docked her boat and then took off on an aimless drive, hoping she might find a bar somewhere were she could disappear for a little while before she returned back to the world of the living.
After some time, Emerald decided to park her bike at a shady looking little bar. Maybe if she was lucky, she could get into a good old fashioned bar fight while she was there. The wolf girl stuffed her hands in the pockets of her cargo pants and walked up to the establishment.
When she opened the door, Emerald was quite surprised to find a sort of bar fight going on already, that said, the odds didn't exactly look fair, a bunch of men piling on top of some guy trying to do who knows what to him. The Alpha female always believed in fair odds, so when the odds weren't fair to someone who looked like they needed help she was always inclined to step in. With a low snarl that escaped her throat Emerald took the back of the shirts of two of the men and dragged them away from the other man, promptly throwing them across the room onto a table, causing it to break under their weight.
This certainly got the other five males attention, watching as the looked from the guy they were pulverizing to her. "Man, you guys have some ugly mugs," Emerald grinned in an absolutely feral way. "But just saying, I don't think that guy will be as fun to beat up as the girl that just knocked two of your buddies out. So who wants to dance with the wolf in the pale moonlight?"
The five promptly abandoned the bleeding victim and charged, which caused Emerald's grin to grow even more. In a fluid movement, she maneuvered behind one of them and promptly punched him in the back of the head, which made him drop immediately.
3 down four more to go, this night is looking a lot more fun by the minute. Emerald laughed a little to herself before leaping into battle once again.
Red colored Joe’s vision as blood seeped from the gash in his head towards his eyes, his body hunched over as he felt his body pummeled by the diverse group of individuals in the bar all obviously anti-mutant. his head still swam from the sudden impact of the bottle and the beating he was receiving was doing nothing to help clear it up, it was hard to catch his breath as his ribs were pulverized with a flurry of kicks from the group. Then it all stopped. Joe hadn’t heard the crash of the two men going through the table but for some reason he was overcome by the smell of the ocean, it was amazing the things the brain processes when in a combat situation.
The fire burned inside Joe’s chest as he pushed himself up off the ground his nostrils flaring with each breath his eyes wide with fury, as the crystals sprouted up his arms and around his upper back growing out in a twisted, menacing fashion. He turned and saw as some new red haired woman he hadn’t noticed before spun around one of the men now charging her and struck him in the back of the skull causing him to drop to the ground instantly. Joe stepped forward as the crystals continued to grow up his spine on his neck towards his skull, reaching out he gripped onto the nearest attacker he clawed fingers digging into the soft skin drawing blood as he turned the man around swiftly bringing him face to face with Joe as the crystals began to encase his face around his eyes and the top of his head. Joe’s left hand plowed into the mans face causing him to crumple as hard crystal met soft skin resulting in rapidly growing mess. Releasing the man as he dropped Joe quickly turned and produced a similar result as his fist connected with another attacker causing him to launch backwards several feet before collapsing in a similar fashion.
Joe was sick of this it seemed every time Joe went out now he was being confronted by someone who hated mutants, it was time these people learned what the consequences were for biting off more than they could chew. In one swift movement Joe whipped his arm through the air and three small crystal shards shot from it and embedded themselves in the calf and ankle of one of the last remaining attackers still standing. Turning towards the barmaid the crystals covering his right arm began to grow again fusing together and extending outwards into a solid crystal lance that extended a foot and a half past his hand. Joe had no desire to say anything else as he burned holes into the woman with his gaze fury overtaking him completely. He walked towards the bar and gripped it onto it with his left hand his clawed fingers digging into the wood as the woman stood frozen with fear. Joe reared back as he prepared to drive the long spike through the woman's chest, maybe this would teach her to pick a fight she couldn’t finish.
Emerald probably would have annihilated those other idiots if it wasn’t for the fact that a few had been taken out before she could get her hands on them. It looked like the guy that was getting the ever loving tar beaten out of him, before, decided to fight back, and fight back he did. He was covered in what Emerald could only assume to be crystal, something she had seen on another mutant a long time ago.
She didn’t want to say it was a common power, but it was one she had seen before and had fought against before, for that matter. Good Ol' Dr. Fusionist had a habit of sending some difficult creatures up against his prized pet, and a crystal-bodied young person just happened to be one of them.
He beat two of them quite soundly, which was good, because that left a little less cleanup for everyone else involved. Well, maybe the janitor was going to have a hard time, considering the broken table parts and the blood all over the floor, but he would probably get over it. The floor was quite stained, and it would take far more than just a good waxing to clean it up. This was neither here nor there, for now it seemed that the young man’s attention was drawn elsewhere, and Emerald needed to get back to fighting the one guy she had left.
She promptly decimated him after several hits.
As the last man fell to the ground, Emerald figured that the other guy had more than enough violence for one day, and she would try to tend to his wounds as best as she could. After all, once you have done first aide on yourself so many times, you sort of learn how to do it on others. When she turned to look at him, she noticed what he was doing. The werewolf’s eyes widened and she let out a low growl. While she didn’t know what this woman did to make him so pissed, she didn’t deserve to be killed: not like that, at least.
The wolf girl leaped over the bar with what seemed to be relative ease. It looked like she had done this a million times before, but this was a story for another day. The look that the woman gave her was a pleading look, and that was more than enough for Emerald to grab her firmly by the arm and jerk her behind her own protective back, her grip was still fully on the woman’s arm, though, just in case she tried to escape. Emerald needed to hear the whole story, first, before she decided what to do.
“Hey buddy, calm yourself down, alright?” Emerald growled and took a chance to step forward toward him, blue eyes staring at him. That determined look on her face was unmistakable, and he would have to go through her to get to this woman. From what Emerald saw, other than dressing a little too bravely for Emerald’s tastes, she had done nothing wrong. Maybe she had ordered the men to attack this guy, or maybe she just stood him up, whatever the reason, she didn’t deserve to get impaled.
Emerald was clearly not afraid of the guy or his spear, even if he was a threat to her - which he sort of was.
“Unless she killed your entire family or something like that, I’m not letting you kill her. Even if I got to crack open that damn crystal crap that’s all over ya to get you to listen. You can’t go around killing people, not unless you have a really damn good reason. Also, causing harm to just you isn’t a good reason. Believe me, if I went around killing everyone that made me bleed or ordered me dead, New York would have a smaller population.“
The Marine was consumed by rage as he turned towards the barmaid who had assaulted him with a bottle, his mutation was being fueled completely by it now as his entire body became covered in crystals. A row of crystals ran up his spine longer than most and they twisted menacingly as he lost control of himself his vision narrowing on the face of the woman who thought she could destroy everything he was with a simple bottle. As his right arm formed into the lance he felt the wood of the bar crush and splinter in his left hand as he gripped it preparing to launch over the bar and show the woman why mutants should be treated with respect. What he didn’t expect was the red haired woman jumping in front of the barmaid as he prepared to strike her face filling his narrowed vision her blue eyes piercing into his own brown green eyes that were covered by the crystal encasing his face.
The devil dog froze his right arm hanging in the air still prepared to strike hanging menacingly in the air like a scorpions tail waiting for the right moment to strike home on its target. His shoulders hunched and his breath was heavy as he slowly began to regain control of himself as the woman spoke. “Hey buddy, calm yourself down, alright? Unless she killed your entire family or something like that, I’m not letting you kill her. Even if I got to crack open that damn crystal crap that’s all over ya to get you to listen. You can’t go around killing people, not unless you have a really damn good reason. Also, causing harm to just you isn’t a good reason. Believe me, if I went around killing everyone that made me bleed or ordered me dead, New York would have a smaller population.“
Something about the red haired woman was ringing a bell in Joe’s mind and it helped to bring him down and in a swift movement he slammed the crystal spike into the bar wood exploding outwards showering the three of them in splinters pulling his hand out the spike remained lodged inside the bar. The crystals encasing his body began to shrink and reabsorb the ones covering his face disappearing first. “Any other mutants she gets killed is on you then Red.” Joe could feel the fire inside him slowly dying out as he looked at the mutant who had stepped in but his breath was still hot and it poured from his nose his eyes still had a fire inside them as well and turning his eyes landed on the man who was whimpering and gripping on the crystal shards that embedded themselves inside his calf in an attempt to pull them out. Walking over to him he connected foot to face as he brought his boot up to the man’s chins causing his teeth to smash together rocking his head back the man quickly crumpled to the floor silent.
Joe pushed out the front door and pulled a cigar and lighter out of the case he kept in his back pocket. Inserting the cigar into his mouth he flicked his lighter to life and began to drag on his cigar bringing it to life. Quickly reinserting the lighter in the case he shoved it back into his pocket and exhaled the smoke from his nose the fumes wrapping themselves around his head and flicking off his skin dissipating into the hot summer air. He could hear the door open behind him and assuming it was the read haired woman he turned to look at her his gaze was hard and weathered unlike the young boy she had meet years ago and as he looked at her she certainly wasn’t the little girl he had meet in the strangest conditions so long ago. “What has this city become?” Joe asked as he turned to look at the woman he still hadn’t recognized yet. Reaching up he pulled the cigar from his mouth and blew out another puff of smoke. “War is coming, I can feel it.” The Marines voice was harsh and gravely and filled with the sound of pain, this wasn’t a side he usually showed to people but he had almost done something he would have thought impossible for him and a part of him still wanted to, this city was transforming him into something he didn’t want to be and only time would tell what it finally made him, and everyone else, into.
The guy was angry, Emerald could tell that much, he was being aggressive because this chick obviously did do something to him. If the wolf girl was a guessing kind of gal she would guess that his head wound had something to do with her. That said, Emerald wasn't going to let him randomly kill her, knock her out maybe but kill, she wasn't going to do. Blue eyes watched as he smashed the bar in his brief fit of rage, as if trying to show his strength to her or something. Emerald stood unphased and listened to his little piece if she kills anyone it's "on her"
The hell? Are we in a old action movie or something? The werewolf thought with a roll of her eyes.
The alpha female watched as the crystal man made his way outside and took this chance to casually throw the girl she was defending earlier, into the wall, hard enough to knock her out, but not hard enough to give her serious injury. The woman collapsed with a thump which gave Emerald a chance to follow the man outside.
Emerald followed after the young man, tail swishing back and forth as she did so. Something about thing guy, it seemed to familiar to be just a coincidence. Vague thoughts of a time long ago, the labs maybe? Was he a "patient" there just like she was? Really and truly she had no idea but something about those eyes were very familiar. Almost like a haunted man that had seen far too much, a look that haunted her own eyes from time to time. It was one of those things that no matter who you were you couldn’t hide all of what you had gone through. You couldn’t just put a band-aid on pain like that.
She listened to his statement about how war was coming and she let out a low chuckle. Did he just realize that or had he just come to this city. This was New York, the center of two of the biggest mutant groups of all time, of course war was coming.
"War is coming? Man, war has been here for a long time, just no one pays any damn attention to the signs," Emerald replied, leaning her back against the shoddy establishment. "Humans, Mutants no matter what we do, there will always be idiots in the world to screw it up somehow. "
