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.
His breathing was heavy and he was hurt, he didn’t know why he was being chased he just knew he was, a bit of blood dripped down from his back right shoulder blade where his wing connected to his back. Another stream of blood dripped down his face, it was where a rock had magically been flung into the air and came into contact with his face. He didn’t know why they did what they did, alright maybe he had an idea but if it wasn’t for that little kid he wouldn’t have been caught pick pocketing and if he hadn’t been caught he wouldn’t have been in this situation. Carrick suddenly knew why some people didn’t like kids.
His legs were strong, years of jumping for lift offs, they carried him away from the imminent danger of a few angry teams that almost tripled his size around the waist and double him height wise. His mind trailed to his mother and he wished she was bigger than she was, maybe he wouldn’t be a runt if she was bigger. Shaking his thoughts he tried to focus on flying again but when he jumped he fell again. His wing wasn’t moving right, maybe if he hadn’t crashed into that tree after the rock he would have been all right.
Hands slammed on the ground and he pushed himself upright and he started to run again. They were gaining but still not close enough to grab hold of him. He sighed and tried to remember what his old buddy Edgar the strong man from the circus said about fighting. Turning to look at the five guys quickly approaching his thoughts of winning a fight faded when he remembered Edgar’s words, you can be a skilled fighter but when your out numbered skill doesn’t matter much… ”Coddle!” he turned and started to run again like his life depended on it.
Running through central park he would have loved to look at the scenery but times like this it was better to keep running, the sun was shining a few clouds in the sky and those damn pigeons off by a statue were laughing at him, he kept running flashing the pigeons who he heard cooing at him a hand gesture before he turned by a tree and went off on a ninety degree angle.
He paused for a second as he rounded another tree out of sight and tried to catch his breath, wishing he knew how to fight his hand grasped around the coin of metal Lily had created for him. She said she could find him if she needed to. His hand squeezed the metal and he closed his eyes. Sure it wasn’t the manliest thing to do but he was despite. ”Lily… please…” he opened his eyes not really sure what he was expecting, but nothing has changed.
“There you are you little freak!” one of the men said as they rounded the tree. He was cornered. He could shift but he didn’t know how much good that would do him, the Gryphon couldn’t fly and he didn’t think that shifting would change things. These weren’t the type to be scared off easily. ”So… how about this weather?” Carrick asked trying to distract them as he backed into a tree, “Gonna teach you not to steal the hard way bird boy!”
”Technically…” his tail swayed into view as he sighed, ”Ah forget it, bird boy works…” he said as he felt the tree at his back. One of the guys took a step forward and Carrick jumped into the air and pulled his knee into his chest the shot it outwards his heel hitting the biggest square on the chest knocking him backwards. ”Even now right?” Carrick asked nervously as the guy fell down and started coughing, ”You threw a rock at me and I kicked you in the chest, even now right?”
Carrick blinked and he felt his arms tense up, he looked to both sides and two of the five grabbed him on each side. ”Stranger!” Carrick yelled only to feel his voice leave him when one of the guys punched him in the gut.
Posted by arrowatch on Sept 27, 2010 1:04:30 GMT -6
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Anthony was taking his leisurely stroll through the woods, enjoying the freedom of sunlight, sky, air, trees. He loved America. As he propped up a leg on a little hill, he could imagine a flag unfurling behind him. Truly, America was the greatest nation. With liberty, and justice, for all.
And, as usual, the thoughts came to a screeching halt. He watched a giant pair of wings and tail go whizzing by a few yards out, followed by a small group of, one could liberally call, toughs. Well, they were kinda tall, and a little bit burly or husky or what have you. Obviously, someone somewhere was attempting to skip out on the Justice, and impinge on the Liberty.
Anthony considered, briefly, walking the other way. But a woman/machine/death goddess named Meld had, on two separate occasions, questioned and/or insulted his conviction to help fellow mutants. This seemed like a good chance to redeem himself.
He ran over to where he last saw them, then headed in the direction they were headed. He thought he'd lost them, and noticed some blood. Not much, just a little bit of a smeared spot, but it was noticeable. The wings had probably fallen down, or might have been bleeding to begin with. He was headed in the right direction. He took off, dead sprint. By the time his lungs began to burn, he heard a voice. A kids voice.
”Even now right? You threw a rock at me and I kicked you in the chest, even now right?”
Anthony hoped that meant it was all over, and done with. He was winded, and for once, dreading a fight. There looked like 5 guys, surrounding a scrawny little boy with wings and a tail. One of them was already down, coughing. Good lad little winged tailed lad... boy... thing... What kind of mutant IS this kid, Anthony thought to himself.
And then the men did the unthinkable. They grabbed the boy from either side, like high school bullies. The kid yelled, obviously scared, and one of them slammed his fist in the the boys gut.
Anthony regretted not practicing more often, as every bit of escrima left his brain at once. So he sprinted the last few yards, and used the doubled over jerk to jump into the air, like a step.
"AAAAIYEEEEEEE!" Anthony screamed as he flew into the puncher and the guy holding the kids left arm, and the three of them landing in a painful pile of kicking and grabbing and (Anthony was not ashamed to admit) biting.
Chris was currently strolling around in the bushier and more obscured parts of the park, minding his own business. Funny expression, that. 'Mind your own business' was often used in an aggressive way, but for Chris it was more of an ideal. He actually liked minding his own business and wouldn't mind if other people minded their own business too. It would be a better world, in Chris' opinion, if everybody just minded their own business.
His business, for the moment, was lunch. All avian creatures around the Xavier's Sister School had evolved extremely sharp senses lately - one misjudged sound and they flew away. And since fishing in the Hudson was out of the picture, it was either eating cold, dead fish or fowl from the store or looking for prey in the other part of the city.
He'd managed to catch a pigeon and two unwary sparrows, and as always he was careful to stay hidden both when he hunted and when he ate. Therefore it both surprised and scared him when someone screamed "There you are your little freak!" Chris froze. He was sitting squatted behind a couple of bushes, and he'd left no traces of his hunt except for a feather or two on the front of his grey coat which he hadn't noticed yet, so he had no idea how someone could have seen him. But when another voice answered: "So... how about this weather?" in an Irish accent he realized that he wasn't the 'freak' in question.
Chris slowly sneaked up to the edge of the bushes and looked out, still squatted. What he saw was a young boy, obviously a mutant, who got assaulted by five much bigger guys. Chris frowned. He knew how it felt to be in that situation - five against one was almost impossible odds. But since two against five were almost as bad, he told himself that there was nothing he could do about the situation and therefore he shouldn't feel bad about sneaking away. So when the man slammed his fists into the young mutant's gut Chris just looked away and got prepared to sneak away from there, hoping that the men wouldn't be too hard on the kid and that they would spare his wings.
But suddenly a sharp scream cut through the air and a dark, streamlined shape managed to knock the three guys surrounding the kid to the ground. It took a moment for Chris to recognize the person in the fight that ensued, but there were not so many mongoose-looking, black-furred mutants in New York. Anthony? Chris frowned and stretched on his neck to get a better look - he hadn't met the other mutant since winter.
Exhaling all what little air Carrick had in his chest he attempted to pull some in only to cough a bit, sure it wasn’t the best thing to do when you just had the wind knocked out of you but it was a reaction to what his Da taught him about fighting, and seeing as it worked when ever he used to get hit in the stomach (due to school yard brawls).
The sound of a screeching woman rang out (due to the wind being knocked out of him) hoping that it was in fact Lily he looked up and noticed there was only one guy holding onto his arm. Looking over to the culprit who was tussling and biting? Yeah… he was biting alright Carrick watched as his so-called hero latched on to one of the guys who was holding him while kicking the other. ”Just gonna cheese ‘dem off!” Carrick said upset that it indeed wasn’t Lily but a rat looking mutant about the size of a human.
His stomach growled and he suddenly remembered he hadn’t eaten anything in quite a bit, even if he wasn’t in this situation and he was in fact shifted he doubted his Gryphon form would be willing to eat another mutant, even if it did look like something he ate for a snack.
Feeling a quick tug on his right arm Carrick turned his attention back to one of the guys holding his arm and he did the only thing he could think of for the moment. He turned into the guy holding him and threw up his good wing into his face and followed it up with a kick to the nuts un-classy as hell but hey he wanted to get out of there with less injuries than he had, he also had to make sure the rodent man who saved his Irish arse.
Posted by arrowatch on Oct 8, 2010 18:06:44 GMT -6
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Just gonna cheese ‘dem off!” Anthony grumbled something through teeth full of street punk, and elbowed the man he was biting in the throat. The other guy elbowed Anthony in the ribs, and then in the cheek, which dazed Anthony, and he lost his grip.
The bird man snapped his wings open (which, in later recollections, would be described as awe-inspiring, and angelic) and hit the man in the face, then kicked him in the delicate parts (which would be left out of sober recollections.) As the man whose genitalia had been roughly treated went down, Anthony's combatants went up, only to hit the ground as Anthony kicked the farthest one in the knee, which made a terrible sound and collapsed under him. The other one was lurching towards the boy, so Anthony did some awkward ground lurch leaping of his own, and pulled the man down by the thighs.
Unfortunately, the unforeseen consequence of dragging a man down on top of you is the man landing on you. Anthony's head bounced of the ground, and a dazed and confused Anthony was sure he'd caught a glimpse of grey flipper feet standing in the bushes. There was no time to contemplate his newly found madness though, as he had his arms literally full of angry New Yorker.
Chris watched the struggle with awe, glad he wasn't a part of it. When the winged mutant delivered a very unsportsmanlike kick at one of the guys who were holding him Chris couldn't help but grimace - the thug had his sympathies, for all it was worth.
Then his attention shifted back to Anthony. The ferret-like mutant was even quicker than he remembered - it was hard to see what was what in the frenzy of thugs, fur and violence that currently was Anthony and the guys he was fighting. One of the humans had decided that he had had enough of the biting, furry mutant and started to walk towards the winged kid, but Anthony was having none of it - he tackled the guy from behind with such force that they both went down. With the thug on top off Anthony. Chris frowned and realized that if he was going to help, this was probably the right time - but instead of charging through the bushes screaming like a banshee he was going to lend a hand in his own way. He picked up a round rock from the ground - it wasn't a big rock, it easily fit in his hand, but it didn't have to be. He weighted it in his hand and waited for the right moment, squinting towards the mutant and the human who were currently wrestling. Then he threw.
Chris's bad eyesight and the quickness with which the two combatants were moving with could have easily caused the missile to miss its target, or worse - it could have hit Anthony straight on. But as luck would have it, it didn't. The rock hit cleanly above the man's left ear. The good thing: the street punk let go of Anthony and had to sit down on his behind very ungracefully. The bad thing: the guy who'd gotten kicked in the chest by the bird boy in the first place had recovered and noticed where the stone had flew from. He roared as he ran towards the bushes like a charging rhino, and before Chris had had the chance to escape the man had grabbed the front of his coat and pulled him out of the bushes. One look at the furious man told Chris that he probably wasn't going to survive this.
It was a shit storm plain and simple, one person went down another two went up one went down then two went down. Right now Carrick was the only one standing and it was clear to him the rat’s flurry of movements were indeed effective enough to get him out of immediate danger however they put the rat in more danger than Carrick was in. It didn’t take a genius to know being under someone in a street fight was bad so before Carrick could react and kick the man in the ribs with his strong legs Carrick noticed a rock fly through the air over the rats head into the guy who was on top of him.
Carrick blinked and spotted where it came from and frowned, there was another mutant here the whole time watching? ”Eejit!” Carrick called out turning and pointing to the other mutant before he looked back to the guy who was getting up from getting kicked in the chest, it seemed the guy who was Spartan kicked wanted to bring a third player in to even the odds but Carrick didn’t like this idea.
Running over to the man who had the other mutant in his hands Carrick jumped up and pounced the human and wrapped his legs around his waist and then threw one arm in front of his throat trying to choke him out. ”Where are the fuzz when you need’em?” Carrick called out hoping that Jorge was just passing by through sheer luck.
Posted by arrowatch on Oct 18, 2010 15:52:16 GMT -6
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Anthony felt the guy on him go a little limp, and shoved him off. They guy groaned and started to grab his head. A gash of some sort, on the guys head, was bleeding. Not as bad as a headwound normally does, but blood none the less. Anthony wasn't sure how that happened. Then other mutant, all feathers and fury, yelled out something about a Jit.
Anthony was confused and looked at the feathered kid for an explanation of Jit. Feathers was pointing out at someone in the bushes. A grey person, trying it's best to look harmle- Chris!
Anthony sat on the ground a moment, awash in unaccustomed relief. Chris was here, alive and sound, and helping out. He'd grown since Anthony had last seen him, facing the situation like this. As one of the thugs got up to chase Chris, Feathers tackled him and began to choke him out. Anthony stood up and kicked the man with the gash in the head, knocking him out.
Anthony did a head count. One down from groin injury, one down from ankle injury, one unconscious, and Feathers was choking one out. All four of the- Five. There were five. Anthony realized he'd lost site of and track of the fifth guy.
"We are missing one!" Anthony yelled, a little bit panicked.
As luck would have it the winged mutant attacked the man so that he dropped Chris before Chris's life started to flash before his eyes, because that would just have been depressing to watch. Chris fell to the ground but was soon up on his feet again, already regretting that he hadn't listened to his own advice and minded his own business.
But it actually seemed like the mutants were winning. All the humans were downed, except for the one who the winged kid was choking. Good. That meant they were sa-
"We are missing one!" Anthony yelled, and Chris immediatly turned around, trying to look in all the directions at the same time. Where? Where could he be? Maybe he had hid himself in the bushes while his friends were getting beaten up? What a coward.
Jorge wasn’t coming, Lily wasn’t going to save the day and it seemed the sock killer was nowhere in sight either. Why was it when he really needed a responsible adult around to help him make it through the day all he got was the fuzzy one that reminded him of lunch and the Eejit throwing rocks in the bushes. It was a first but Carrick felt like the responsible one. The man under him who was being choked out started to tap his arm and struggled for a minute but stopped after a few seconds only to fall backward and land on top of Carrick and his bad wing.
Letting out a flurry of Irish curses he deemed appropriate for this moment Carrick pulled tighter and didn’t let go. Even when the fuzzy one was notifying that one had escaped. ”Thanks for the update! What’s the forecast supposed to look like?” Carrick said through gritted teeth still clinging onto the guy who was putting up less and less of a fight.
Attempting to push himself up Carrick lifted his hip and stuck his foot on the ground till he could roll over on top of the human that was one of the five that attacked him. Pulling his arm free and losing balance Carrick fell backward and started gasping for breath like he was the one that was being choked out. Landing on his rear he wiped his brow and looked to the fuzzy one, ”Maybe he went home?” Carrick asked trying to catch his breath.
Posted by arrowatch on Nov 22, 2010 1:45:52 GMT -6
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Anthony didn't see the missing man, but did happen to notice the mutant with wings and a tail proceed to choke the man on the ground out. It was a fairly impressive feat, considering the boys young age.
”Thanks for the update! What’s the forecast supposed to look like?” Anthony grinned. Kid had his arms wrapped around a guy twice his size, squeezing the breath out of him, and he had the presence of mind to make a joke. Resilient was the order of the day, apparently. ”Maybe he went home?”
"I doubt it. I don't know where he went, but I don't think I'd like the answer." Anthony turned to Chris and smiled. "Hey there, it's good to see you, but I don't think we have time to catch up. We should get lost, post haste... but I have no idea where on earth we are. Somewhere in Central Park, or Narnia."
This wasn't his home turf, and one tree looked like another to him. He started to swear, glanced at the winged boy, and thought better of it. He reached down to offer the boy a hand up.
The young mutant's flow of curses was impressive - Chris didn't even know what half of the words meant. And that wasn't the only thing that was impressive - Chris would never had been able to choke a man like that when he had been the winged mutants age - he probably wouldn't be able to do it even now. And the kid had taken a punch to the guts recently.
When Anthony greeted him Chris smiled back, glad that the other mutant remembered him. "Good to see you too, Anthony." The fuzzy mutant was right, they could catch up later. This place wasn't safe.
He heard a low moaning sound. One of the guys that had grabbed the other mutants arms didn't seem to be so very unconscious anymore - supporting himself on on elbow, he slowly started to lift his head and shoulders from the ground. Chris aimed a quick, spasm-like kick towards him, hitting the elbow. With the support suddenly gone the mane landed face-first on the ground. The one who had stated that you shouldn't kick someone who's already down had probably never been in a fight. Chris's eyes darted from left to right, searching through the bushes - he was still kind of nervous over the guy who had disappeared. To get lost seemed like a good idea. "Yeah, lets," he agreed.
Realizing that the furry one was offering him a hand Carrick thought about getting up on his own but realized now with all the adrenaline no longer pumping in his veins he realized how weak he was feeling, wing included and head included. He lifted his wing and winced as he grabbed the fuzzy ones hand making sure not to get cut by a hidden layer of claws that he could have been hiding. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the mutant its just when someone randomly helps you it was his personal motto to make sure they don’t pull a fast one over on you. Turning his head slightly to the other mutant he smirked when he kicked out an elbow from the man who was trying to get up.
Once he was fully standing and his injured wing fully tucked behind him Carrick shifted his eyes and added to the suggestions of leaving, ”Hold on a second…”” Carrick reached down to the man he just choked out and rummaged through his pockets for a wallet or a wad of cash. He wasn’t stupid there was no way in hell he could have done any of this without the fuzzy one and oddly enough the other mutant so he decided to make the most of the event. Pulling two twenties from the first one he placed the wallet back in the pocket he found it in and walked over to the next one.
”You lot want a cut?” Carrick asked curiously as he went over to the next guy removing a wallet, ”Thank you Grand Theft Auto!” Carrick said with a smug grin as he pulled a twenty out of another wallet.
Posted by arrowatch on Nov 28, 2010 0:12:18 GMT -6
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Anthony watched the little winged and tailed boy, whom he was beginning to realize was either Irish or Welsh, begin to rifle through their pockets and it dawned on him how the entire thing probably started. Anthony wasn't sure he could blame the little kid, though he certainly couldn't condone his actions. And, tactically speaking, it seemed to be a really bad time for it. Anthony held his tongue, a skill he wasn't sure he actually had, and muttered something noncommittal and looked away.
Grimacing, he began to take stock. He was a little sore around the... something and the something muscles, or as he preffered to call it, 'my freakin' ass, man' and he wasn't sure he hadn't hit his head a little harder then was completely safe but he didn't feel too dizzy. He looked back at the kid as he said something about Grand Theft Auto. Anthony didn't see any cars around, and so was confused.
"No, no cars, it'd probably be better to go on foot, though if we need a cab, we'll manage it. Is your wing okay, little piker? It's bleeding a little."
At first Chris didn't understand what the younger mutant was doing, and when he did that he reached about the same conclusion as Mongoose had. He looked shocked when the kid casually offered him a cut, and violently shook his hed. "What?! No!" He nervously started to weigh from foot to foot, looking even more agitated than before. Chris had some very vague views of how the justice system worked, including that the authorities would somehow be able to trace down thiefs and robbers by tracking the stolen money. He knew that it didn't work that way, but somehow he still imagined that if he tried to pay for something with stolen money an alarm would go off and he'd be hauled of to jail immediatly. Better not to touch it at all, just to be safe.
The kid countinued to rummage through the men's pockets, and Anthony asked about his wing (which didn't seemed to be in the best condition.) Chris couldn't understand why they were just standing there and not running. As if they didn't just have these assaulters to worry about - and most of them where not even unconscious, one of them was swearing between his teeth while still curled up in a fetal position because of blunt crotch trauma - now he almost imagined he could hear the sound of sirens. "We... we should really go." For a moment he considered to leave, if Anthony and the other one wanted to stay they could do so. But then he remembered the man who had disappeared and could be absolutely anywhere, and decided against it. If the guy was still around Chris would rather be in a group of three than alone. Still, he couldn't help insisting a little more - the urgency in his voice was clear. "I'm serious, hanging around here any longer is a really really bad idea."
