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.
Getting a license was going to be impossible, and he damn well knew it. The Taylor women didn't seem keen on the idea of going on the not exactly legit method and using a fake ID. Well if the system was going to be a pain in his ass, he could return the favor two fold. If he wasn't going to get that magical paper that gave him all the rights in the world, then he certainly was going to delay the process for other people.
Armed and ready with a six pack of molotov cocktails, the delinquent teen was ready to leave his own stamp. How he managed to get the supplies to create such foolery was something his lips wouldn't slip through. He hadn't been in the area long, but he was finding his way about the right areas to get what he needed. It didn't matter where you were from, there was always a similar place where ever you could go that would have what you needed. Collecting the wicks for his homemade explosion was an adventure in its own. Stealing off the laundry line in this time of year was practically impossible, so instead he had to peal an article of clothing from a bum. The wicks alone had a smell to curl the nose hairs and set a stomach retching.
The most difficult part of his plan was getting to the DMV with his supplies. Pushing a grocery cart full of trash bags, he kept his head low and the black hood from his hoodie covering his face. Tucking all his dreadlocks in and tying them back with an elastic, he had to make sure he didn't get any part of him in the way from his plot.
Trying to blend into the streets as another homeless bum, he got himself settled down in the alley till the break of nightfall. His time was coming, when the sun goes down and the shadows of the world cover the earth. Street lights on the other hand were a downfall, but he could work with them. Big thing was all he needed to do was make it to the welcoming alley and he would be clear.
Digging through his pockets, Hokee dug out a lighter he nicked at a Seven Eleven. Flick. Flick. Flick. The flame danced in the darkness as he pulled out one of his Molotov cocktails and set the wick afire. With youthfulness on his side, the Native threw the blazing bottle into the window.
It had been a long time since Geo had really let his anger get the best of him. He had thought that the childish, rage-filled aspect of himself had mostly subsided when he went on his road trip last year and saw his sister. He had stopped acting purely out of anger, though no necessarily stopping his foolish behavior on most occasions. Of course such is not the case when someone threatens to take away Geo’s license as was this case. About a week before Geo had found himself roaming the streets in his classic muscle car when some kid in a supped up Imported toy wanted to act tough and try to show off, which wasn’t something Geo’s ego could just lay down and take. Unfortunately for him he didn’t take into mind the traffic cameras that were installed throughout the city and had a snap shot of his license plate taken and a week later received a notice in the mail that his license was going to be revoked.
The earth elemental had spent his entire day waiting around the DMV to talk to someone about the notice and after many hours of waiting on a hard wooden bench between old people and a rather large sweaty man who smelt as though he was adverse to the use of hot water cleansing. Once in an office speaking to an official, some broad with half-moon glasses and a snotty attitude. It wasn’t long before Geo found himself on his feet, face beat red, yelling at the top of his lungs seriously debating wrecking the place with a flash earthquake though ultimately decided against it as he was forcively removed from the building.
Now it was dark, it had been hours since Geo’s scene at the DMV but he was still steaming. A few hours after the Department closed Geo sat several blocks from his target, his purple 1970 Plymouth Road Runner parked deep down an alley so that he remained out of sight. Once the pedestrian traffic began to slow Geo climbed out of his car and walked to the back opening the trunk of his car and a black duffel bag within. He began changing out of his normal clothes and into a pair of black pants, a large black hooded sweatshirt and a purple bandanna wrapped around his neck and tucked in the sweat shirt. The one thing he was sure to leave behind was his shoes, leaving his feet bare on the cement of the cold alley. They would just get in the way of his goals and he didn’t feel like having to go shopping for new boots if something happened where he couldn’t go back to get them.
It was a short walk to the DMV. Luckily it wasn’t in a busy part of town so pedestrians were all but nonexistent. However that didn’t change the fact that he needed to be quick and subtle…well as subtle as could be. His plan was simple. He was going to take out the back wall in the alley behind the building with a well placed barrage of rock pillars, enter the building and tear it to shreds with some rock spires and smash things to pieces with his brutal strength and get out as quickly and quietly as possible.
However what happened next was not at all what Geo had planned. Just as he began to reach down with his conscience and take hold of the ground there came the sound of glass shattering and the crackle of a fire roaring to life. Without hesitation Geo ran to the end of the alley and turned the corner seeing a kid, dressed rather similar to himself, holding a glass bottle with a cloth wick. ”Cocktails?”Geo said to himself as he glanced over his should and began Jogging towards the kid. Apparently Geo wasn’t the only person irritated with the Department.
”Fire? Really man?” Geo ran up to the other person, hands raised to show he came in peace. ”Setting fire to the place draws way to much unwanted attention.” He spoke with a cocky attitude in his voice like he knew what he was talking about more than anyone. ”This works much better.” Geo raised his hand with authority and several large boulders burst through the gravel on the street and noisily smashed themselves into the front of the building taking out almost the entire front wall.
Satisfaction trickled through his adrenaline rush, finally he was actually doing something that would really leave its mark. Since his arrival to the Big Apple, his largest success was only irritating a freak gargoyle monkey girl, pushing his limits with a mutant guidance counselor and spray painting his mark on a wall in the harbor. With his age known to the one woman that could and more then likely would prevent him from attaining a license prematurely, he was left to doing things his way. All or nothing.
The shattering of glass and bursting of flames brought a pleasing sense about. There was nothing more powerful and majestic as the curling flames of fire. The growing orange flames flickered about the shattered glass consuming the pamphlets into a haze of light. Taking another Molotov cocktail out from his stock, the lighter clicked in his finger tips. With a glimmer of glee, Christmas had come early as his disgust grew in a visible act of protest. Ready to toss his second set of flaming furry, he caught sight of someone dressed very similar to him running towards him. With a stall, he debating throwing the cocktail or not and making a run for it. It was with the simple gesture given, his need for flight was not of importance.
For a flashing moment his mind changed and was more then tempted to toss the cocktail at the guy instead of the building. Fire worked very well, and was a nice warm method of destruction to work with. Sure it was easy to spot and might draw attention quicker then other methods, but it was just so easy to use. Ready to smart mouth back he found his jaw dropping as huge rocks crashed through the area he had been previously setting a flame. No doubt, this guy was a mutant and might be half as crazy as himself. The chunks of earth that bashed their way through the wall unfortunately had a way of stomping out some of the vibrant fire he had started. Nothing like a kick in the stomach
Chucking the Molotov cocktail after the giant boulders, he wasn't going to let rocks rain on his parade. "Nice." It would have been excellent if could do something as destructive like that with his natural mutant abilities, but unfortunately his powers seemed to be more defensive instead of offensive. "And throwing rocks isn't noticeable?" Digging down into the shopping cart full of trash bags, his fingers searched about till he felt the cold can under his fingertips. With a full can of spray paint in his hand he quickly got to work drawing on the wall a circle with the eight directions on a compass with arrows coming out from the circle pointing outwards. Chucking the rest of the can into the fire, he grabbed another Molotov cocktail. "Blow this mother."
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It hadn’t taken them long to get to where the action was. Quin had to wonder what kind of amateurs attacked a DMV. Most government buildings were well alarmed, well watched, and well positioned for police response.
They got out of the car, guns ready, and Quin concentrated for a moment to make sure that her vest fit how she wanted it to. There were lots of plastics and polymers in the area of the DMV, from tires and Plexiglas to the Kevlar in her jacket and the plastic building blocks in her pocket. If things got nasty, which judging by the size of the explosions it might, they had resources at their disposal.
” Looks like we’re first responders. “ Quin said, all business. ”Let’s get a little closer and see what we’re dealing with. I’ll take point.”
She said, and they did, moving around the building to get a better view.
What. The hell.
”It’s kids.” she said back to Ashton. ”One is actually throwing the Molotov’s…the other seems to be throwing…boulders. Great.”
The flames make people nervous, people are quicker to call 911 if there’s a fire rather than hearing loud crashes. That means a quicker response time which means less time they would have to bail before they had New York’s finest on their tail. Not that Geo particularly planned on helping this kid, he didn’t even know him. Probably some human kid trying to be like a mutie anyways.
”No one notices the rocks. They just assume there’s another car crash or a break in.” Geo said as he walked around one of the gaping holes in the gravel where one of his boulders had flown from the earth below. As he did so Geo kept an ear open, waiting for the sound of sirens in the distance, he knew they would come it was just a matter of when. ”People see fire they worry about it spreading and call a hell of a lot faster. That means cops and firefighters on the spot in a matter of minutes.” Geo had been in situations like this before. The cops had busted up plenty of his fun having be it by himself of with others but he was starting to develop a sense of how long it took them to respond.
The other trouble maker threw another Molotov into the building which let out another explosion, the heat radiated from the building now and was illuminating the street, there was no way that everyone in the surrounding buildings didn’t know they were there. Geo tapped his foot on the ground twice and out of the holes in the ground dirt began to pour out, filling the street directly in front of the building. Geo curled his toes running them through the dirt and feeling the pulsating connection with the dirt and himself.
Raising his hand’s Geo focused his energy to the dirt beneath his feet and it raised to his will in a great sand storm that moved into the building, showering down onto the flames snuffing them out almost instantly leaving no smoke behind. With a sigh Geo looked into the now pitch black gaping hole in the front of the DMV, to the surrounding buildings and then back to his new companion. ”Look smartest thing to do here is to take off now before the cops show up.” Geo pulled his hood further over his face and began to walk back to the alley he came from. With a sigh he looked back to the other dark dressed man. ”Look, If you need a ride I suggest you follow me.” This kid was obviously not as experienced in these kinds of things as Geo was and he couldn’t leave a kid stranded like this if he didn’t know what he was doing. At least as long as it didn’t endanger his own freedom.
The joy and excitement of catching the DMV on fire was quickly being snuffed out by another badass. He could respect that to a certain degree, and that was all he would give. Though being able to throw giant boulders through the building was very neat, and highly productive. Not only could this guy pull rocks from the ground to throw, but then he went ahead and basically sand-stormed the building putting his wonderful flames out. The nerve. Still, it was wicked.
He himself wasn't exactly any angel, but there was no way if he had mutant abilities that could do that much damage he'd use them in the same way. Actually, he wasn't sure what he would have done if he had such power. One thing for sure, he wouldn't have to run around the winter in nothing to put his abilities to top performance. He'd have to poke around for clothes that could morph with him, they had to have something like that around some place.
Not wanting to admit to the wisdom lingering in the man's words, he was left with the decision of listening or continuing to vandalize on his own. Plucking out one last Molotov, he kept it in hand. There was no use loosing all his hard work. Hating to do what he was about to do, he knew it was the best thing to do. Flipping the shopping cart over, he could hear the crashing sounds of the remaining unlit Molotov cocktails. Looking around real fast, the words of the older guy hit him hard. They needed to run. He couldn't tell for sure, but he was certain two people were watching them now. Flicking the lighter rapidly, he feet took off running while he tried to catch the wick on fire. With the blaze starting, he tossed the Molotov at the turned over shopping cart. The rubber of his shoes slammed against the NYC street as he peeled around the corner into the alley where the old guy had started walking. Keeping his voice low he gave a quick slap to the guy's shoulder. "Got company."
With speed of a youth, Hokee didn't dare look behind him. It was run or die right now. While his legs propelled him forward, his eyes took in his surroundings. Stretching his fingers and flexing them he had a feeling that he'd be running for some time now and might have to do some fancy foot work soon. Darkness wrapped around him in the back alley streets, but would it be enough?
