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.
Having finished his lectures for the day Andrew sat reclined against a tree, a paperback book open in his hands. His professor had assigned an incredibly boring book as reading material and Andrew was determined to read and absorb it. He had removed himself from his apartment and as far from any modern ameneties as it was possible to get in New York. No computer, no wifi, no facebook, no mp3 player. Nothing to distract his focus from the book in his hand.
And it wasn't working, the book was just too boring and the weather was just too good. All Andrew wanted to do was relax, and every time he tried to concentrate on the book in front of him random thoughts intruded and stopped him.
Making yet another attempt on the fourth chapter he raised the book slightly and managed to get a couple lines into the first paragraph before he remembered that his ukulele needed tuning, and he needed practice at tuning by ear. Sighing heavily he let his eyes close for a moment.
"I'll do it tomorrow... come on, have to concentrate."
Gears loped softly across the park, his thick treads sinking in to the dry and coarse soil that housed the thirsty and pale-ocre grass. His hip hop bassed softly as it always did when Gears was on his walks, although this was a walk with a purpose for once. He was supposed to be meeting with an old associate who would be able to update him on what had been going on over the last year since his surprise departure. He could have driven through the busy streets around Central Park but then where was the fun in having dual forms if he only ever used one particular method of transportation?
He heard shouting from the path behind him and saw two blue-uniformed piggies jogging over to him, "Aw sh*t!" Gears thought as the two approached. Gears felt it a basic human right to be able to walk in public areas, however some more prejudiced members of the police forces disagreed that a car should be able to walk across a grassy park. Maybe it was environmentally motivated, maybe it was motivated by a hatred of mutants; either way Gears still felt that to accost him for doing what any other person could do was unfair. The police force had a tendancy to pick on the mutants, as it were most of the forces were bigoted against what they saw as a threat to security and what they saw as the 'normal' way of life. This was no different, he hadn't committed a crime and these guys were simply looking for someone to beat on. Gears hoped it wouldn't come to that.
The two diminuitive men caught up with him as he paused to sigh and await the incoming harassment, one of the pigs already had his taser drawn. Gears shifted his weight down subtly, a natural reaction to potential threats that had been born from his intensive training under the Kabal. "What seems to be the problem, guys?" Gears tried to make it sound casual but inside he was coiled like a spring, if they even waved a taser in his direction he'd make them regret it. Tasers and mechanical systems did not mix, and Gears wasn't in the mood to take a beating today.
Andrew was internally debating whether or not to make yet another attempt on his profoundly boring book or give up and go home when his decision was tipped by what appeared to be a seven foot tall robot... running through the park... playing hip-hop...
"Okay... that's kinda cool."
He rose to his feet, closing the book and holding it in place under his arm. Moving closer to the metallic figure Andrew heard shouting and noticed two cops who had the same idea, but the way they carried their tasers made Andrew think they were a lot less curious than he was.
As he got closer he noticed one of the policemen had drawn his taser. On the face of it Andrew couldn't see anything illegal going on but the cop's stance was aggressive... was being a robot now against the law in the state of New York? If so Andrew's six year old self would be crestfallen.
Gears was about to leap for the officer brandishing the taser, but a voice to his side took his attention. A tall, pale, guy who couldn't be that old had decided to ask the pigs if they had a problem. While Gears appreciated the gesture he had a feeling this wasn't going to help, the cops would be feeling like predators at this point and something had just distracted them from their prey. The cop who was armed turned to the kid and waved the taser threateningly in the man's pale face. The other man-in-blue spoke up, also looking at the intruder. "Police business kid, just putting a freak where he belongs." There was a menacing finality to the statement, one which would not be lost on the intervening citizen.
Gears clenched his fists, and rage built up within him. He'd been called 'boy' when he had been human enough to be black, that racial slur had simply been replaced with 'freak' now he was a mutant and it was just as offensive to Gears. "What did you just say?" Gears spat the retort, his eyes ablaze. All he wanted to do was snap these two in half, but to do so might endanger the guy who had walked in on their altercation. One of the cops still had a taser pointed angrily at the young man.
As the armed cop turned and started waving a taser in Andrew's face. He concentrated on his density, growing as heavy as he could, his vision blurred slightly, some of the colour faded and the birdsong in his ears was less obvious now. Anyone with keen observational skills would notice that he sank into the ground ever so slightly. Andrew had never been shot with a taser but he was pretty sure he wanted to be as immune to the effects of it as possible.
>>"Police business kid, just putting a freak where he belongs."
Andrew ignored the bigotted comment, being a little preoccupied with the taser aimed right at him. He was pretty sure it would have no effect on him. He was lucky to not be an obvious mutant, at least nowhere near as obvious as the machine-man the cops had targeted.
>>"What did you just say?"
Andrew had his eyes fixed on the taser-wielding cop right in front of him, but the metallic mutant's tone was obviously angry. Who could blame him? The whole situation was going in a very obvious direction; two morons had got a mutant in their sights and felt threatened by his existence. Putting a grin on, Andrew made very obvious eye contact with the cop in front of him.
"Don't you have something more important to do? Maybe some donuts to eat?"
Gears' anger abated for a brief moment of hilarity, the kid was gutsy he'd give him that! The moment was short lived, however, as the cop closest to the young man slashed angrily at the pale comedian with a taser. Gears knew he had to stop this now, as he saw the second pig beginning to draw his side arm.
Gears bunched up before releasing all the tension and blasting towards the second police man, he knocked in to the human and felt his metal connect with soft flesh. There was a sickening thump and Gears was wrestling with the man who was screaming for help, Gears' rage consumed him and he brought down a steel fist hard in to the bridge of the cop's nose. Not before a pulse of electricity surged through Gears systems and he jerked violently off the unconscious and bloodied pig, who had involountarily jabbed the transformer with his taser in response to having his skull bashed in to the floor.
Gears couldn't see how the young man was faring with his counterpart, blotches fuzzed across his vision as his systems whined and screeched in shock after the surge of electrical power coursing through him. It had been a brief contact with the taser but Gears' systems burned with a fire that left his right arm squealing as it hung loosly at his side, gears didn't know how long it would take to re-boot but he was more concerned with coping through the debilitating pain he felt screaming through his body right now. He was confident that he'd taken out the second police officer, but he hoped the young man had dodged the blow, because if that otherpolice man had the time to jab Gears he would not be in a good state to help out; he was barely in a fit state as it was!
The cop in front of Andrew struck with his taser. The crackling little black box hit him square in the chest and stopped dead. Andrew felt a light prickling sensation in his solar plexus and let the book under his left arm drop to the ground. He clenched his left hand into a fist. The cop looked surprised for a brief moment before Andrew struck with a restrained left hook.
The cop's head jerked to the right and was followed by his entire body as he dropped to the ground unconscious, the taser bouncing slightly as it left his hand. He'd probably wake up with a jaw fracture, or a mild concussion. Andrew felt quite ambivalent about the past couple seconds; on the one hand he had discovered that his powers made him immune to tasing, on the other he now had two small holes burned into a fairly new t-shirt... and he'd just assaulted a police officer.
Andrew relaced and let his density drop back to normal, immediately he noticed a wierd whining screeching sound. Looking up he saw the metal mutant with his right arm hanging limply to his side. Stepping over the sprawled out cop Andrew moved toward the machine-man.
Gears shook his head violently and his vision returned slowly, he saw the other pig bleeding on the floor. The kid had some moves it seemed, he saw the stranger step over the fallen man's body and ask if he needed a hand. How was that kid not lying in a pool of his own blood and stool right now? "Uh, urgh, one second son. Big daddy needs to loose off." He felt another shard of pain and yelled before slamming his working metal fist in to the dry, hard soil. The thirsty soil cracked and sputtered under the weight and force of his impulsive strike, punching things helped Gears take his mind off the immediate pain. The cogs and servos whined as he groggily dragged himself to his feet, Gears shook out bodily before doing anything else; his limp arm was regaining feeling and Gears felt he could begin to move it. "Thanks kid, always appreciate a hand when sticking it to the man." Gears directed at the guy, "F*cking pigs..." Gears snarled as an afterthought.
He looked around briefly, he didn't think he'd killed the officer so no foul there. Some passers by had stopped and were muttering between themselves, a few kids were crying and Gears definitely saw a pnone or two raised to ears. He didn't mind them taking pictures but he knew they could only be calling more cops, his arm had to get functional and fast. "How about we get out of here, yeah?" he said pointedly, if more pigs were coming then these two wolves had better make their escape. One problem with his nickname for the police, and the following analogy, was that it reminded him of bacon. Gears missed bacon...
>>"Uh, urgh, one second son. Big daddy needs to loose off."
There were a few seemingly sporadic movements and noises from the apparent robot, he punched the ground, sending a few small puffs of dry soil into the air. Andrew felt the thud through his feet, mister metallic was certainly strong. Andrew began to notice the crowd forming at a 'safe' distance around the two of them. He'd been almost entirely sheltered from any anti-mutant fervor but he knew this would probably be reported as two mutants viciously attacking two unsuspecting policemen.
>>"How about we get out of here, yeah?"
"Good idea, just give me a second."
Andrew turned round and stepped back over the cop he'd punched out, looking down to avoid people seeing too much of his face. He stooped and picked his book back up, closing it since it had fallen open. Standing back up he turned to face his momentary partner in crime.
"You'll see buddy, I've always got an escape plan!" Gears flexed his weakened arm, it was definitely getting stronger and by the time they got back to a road he'd probably be able to transform. Indicating for the guy to follow Gears loped off in the direction of the nearest road, once they were off the grass and his arm was a tad better he'd be able to utilise his mutation to the full effectiveness of its ability.
"Come with me if you don't wanna get curb stomped by some pigs!" A throaty guffaw boomed following the invite and he moved at a pace he thought the guy might be able to keep up with. He had a few questions that he'd like to ask this kid later, including how the hell he'd got around the taser strike! Gears thought there might be something to the man, but Gears hadn't properly seen the attack he could have used some ninja tactics or something...
Andrew watched as the iron giant flexed his formerly immobile arm. Andrew hadn't seen what had happened but he wondered what a cop could have done that would take a seven foot tall robotic mutant that long to recover from. Looking slowly over his shoulder he noticed the tension in the crowd growing, if not its size, when the metallic man gestured for Andrew to follow.
>>"Come with me if you don't wanna get curb stomped by some pigs!"
He took off, and Andrew broke into a run after him, for a person who had to weight at ton at least the machine-man could move pretty fast. With the crowd slowly disappearing behind them Andrew kept a few yards behind behind the metallic figure, there was no way he could keep pace using his powers and he definitely didn't want to catch a big metal foot to the face in his normal state. Andrew called out ahead.
Kyle was wandering about central park, enjoying the open air and the sound of birds and heavy stomping. 'Heavy stomping? Turning to face the sound Kyle saw something rather unusual, even for New York. It appeared to be a man, chasing... a robot? As they approached Kyle thought he heard the robot say something, but he was too far away to make out what it was exactly. He was however, close enough to hear what the man said. >>"Running for it... a classic!" It was then Kyle noticed that he was in the way of the... robot man... and realized he should probably move. Lightly repelling himself from the ground he began air-skating backwards. "Hey, what's the rush?"
Gears kept the pace, he checked behind him to see if his 'accomplice' was keeping up. The guy wasn't looking over strained by the speed, which was good enough for Gears. "So what's your name, huh?" Gears huffed as he bounced heavily in the direction of the nearest road, "It's not often someone steps out of their way to stick up for a mutant."
He swivelled his head back in the direction that he was running and saw what could only be described as a floating man in front of him. Maybe the taser had affected Gears more than he'd thought... Then the mutant spoke and Gears remembered that he wasn't the only one who did weird sh*t! The guy was asking why they were running, what a random question? Then again this day wasn't exactly normal. "Uh, because I'm the mad hatter and I'm late for the tea party!" Gears replied in his thick Detroit accent, he chuckled before casting a glance back at the first stranger to poke in to his life, "You see, I can be a comedian too some times..." He hoped this floating guy wasn't in any way moral, or if he found out what they did he might do something stupid like try to stop them...
>>"So what's your name, huh? It's not often someone steps out of their way to stick up for a mutant."
"My name's Andrew. Unlike a lot of people I've got nothing against... mutants."
Andrew paused on the last word, there seemed to a kind of short guy keeping pace with them whilst not actually moving. Andrew always tried to keep fit, and given the current situation it was obviously paying off, but this guy was putting him to shame doing seemingly nothing.
>>"Hey, what's the rush?"
>>"Uh, because I'm the mad hatter and I'm late for the tea party!... You see, I can be a comedian too some times..."
"Yeah... I bet you've got a pocket watch somewhere in there as well."
Andrew had realised on the day his mutation manifested that his life would be a long way from normal, the scar on the back of his hand was a reminder of that, but assaulting police officers, robots and floating Australians all within a couple minutes was reaching new heights for him. It occurred to Andrew that of the strange group bolting for the nearest road he probably look relatively normal, ironically the most out of place. He laughed slightly.
"So what's a guy like you doing floating in a park like this?"
The mad hatter late for a tea party? Pocket watch? These guys seemed a little crazy.... Either that or they just didn't want to tell him and so responded with sarcasm. Most of the time he'd be inclined to believe the second option, but considering one was a robot it was entirely possible he did have a pocket watch in there somewhere. Of course, the comedian line made it seem they really didn't want to tell him.
>"So what's a guy like you doing floating in a park like this?" The man made of flesh asked.
"Well, I was just enjoying the weather, but now I'm wondering what intrest those two police men over there have in you two." Kyle pointed to a pair of police officers over near some trees. One appeared to be talking on his radio and both were running towards the trio. "They don't seem too happy to see you."
