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.
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New York City, New York – February 6th – 7:45pm
“What do we have?” Jorge sighed as he walked up the steps of the New York City Library, a uniformed police officer walking up the steps next to him. It was late evening and already the dark sky had made the warmth from the day, extremely cool. Hands shoved in his pockets, he glanced at the uniform that strolled next to him and arched a brow. “Well?”
The officer blinked and nodded his head. The greenhorn was obviously having a rough his first day. He was shaken, by what, though, Jorge didn’t know.
“Um, s-sorry sir,” the young officer said as he pulled out a notepad and began to recite. “Libarian called in at 7:00pm, said that there was a disturbance. She then went on to say that there was a man here who was disturbing all the other patrons in the establishment. He kept shouting delusional remarks to the point that he was actually threatened by a few people. In the end, though, the librarian managed to kick everyone out except for the suspect.”
Jorge nodded. “Where is he now?”
“Still in the library. We have a police officer there making sure he hasn’t left.”
Jorge nodded, let the kid loose and continued towards the large, double doors. The MRC had been called in because there was something strange about the man in question. Apparently he had been ranting on for awhile now about reality not being real. Normally this would have not been a case for the MRC to handle, but there was something different about this gentleman. It was the fact that while he was screaming and ranting all this, he held a ball of strangely glowing twine.
Twine that he said was existence itself…
He called it the “thread” to the universe…
***
North Walk, California – February 6th – 7:45pm
John sighed as he stepped back from the back office from his lunch break. It had been a long day of working on homework for his Master’s classes and all he really wanted to do was get back to writing what he WANTED to write about, not Information Retrieval systems. But, alas, such was the price to pay when trying to earn one’s Master’s degree in Library Science.
But that still did not keep John from sighing.
Stepping back in behind the Circulation desk of the Siretoes Community College Library, John, the night shift Technical Clerk, muffled a yawn as he glanced at the equally bored faces of his co-workers, Gene and Flora. He smirked as he nodded to the pair of them. They looked just as ready to leave this place as he did.
“What did I miss?” John asked as he strolled to his desk, rubbing some of the tension out of the back of his neck.
Flora snickered as she nodded to Gene. “You tell him.”
John arched a brow. “Tell me what?”
Gene, a scrawny kid of 22, wearing a pale blue workshirt, grinned from behind his glasses as he nodded over to a series of computers that were situated on the far side of the library. “Librarian just called us. Says there some guy over there being disruptive.”
John sighed, shoulders slumping a little bit. The man, about 30 years old, heavily built, rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. “What do they expect us to do about it?”
Flora shrugged. “Just ask him to be quiet. But it’s your turn.”
John shook his head. “Awesome,” he muttered defeatedly. “You guys suck.”
Both grinned and waved to him mockingly as he dejectedly walked out of the safety of his Circulation desk and began to meander over to the computer stations. He had a feeling that it was going to be a long night. All he wanted to do was log onto his forum and type some much needed posts! That so much to ask?
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Jorge
Jorge sighed. Standing in the cathedral of a library, he looked around at the massive expanse that was filled with literary tomes. Normally a Librarian’s job was to ensure quiet, peace and tranquility but Jorge knew that the only time that such a thing was truly achieved was at closing time, when the library was void of life. Unfortunately that was not the case tonight. This was not closing time, this was evacuation time. Due to a mutant causing a disturbance, the library lay empty of all patrons, except for Jorge and a pair of officer’s at his side.
But that did not mean that silence prevailed. Far from it. To his left and to his right, all that the detective heard was the thunderous beating of hearts in a panic. Both officers had apparently been affected why whatever the mutant said.
What did he say…exactly?
Jorge sighed once again as he glanced to either side at both police officers. Both were wide eyed and nervous. He could practically feel their fight-or-flight instincts struggling to take over. With a calming gesture to the both of them, Jorge stepped forward. Pulling off his coat, he handed it to one of them and adjusted his Kevlar vest that molded perfectly to his frame.
Giving another gesture for the pair of them to hang back, Jorge moved off to the computer stations, where the perp was last seen.
Rounding the corner of the circulation desk, Jorge glanced down the row and rows of computers. There, sitting my himself at the only computer that was on, was obviously the mutant that he was looking for. The man was heavy set, wearing faded blue jeans and a black shirt. In front of him, he held out a glowing ball of twine that Jorge had been warned about and was pulling the string in front of his eyes, as if he were reading a long ticket.
“None of this is real. Reality isn’t real!” he rambled. “Mutants are just figments of their imagination! X-men, the Order, New York, everything in the world is just fake! Our fates are just written out fantasies! We’re just twisted puppets dancing whenever the tell us too!”
Jorge could hear the desperation in the man’s voice. Slowly he stepped forward. “Hello?”
The man flinched and spun around in his chair. The second that his eyes settled on Jorge, the detective could feel a chill run up his spine.
“Y-You? You…c-can’t see them? You can’t see HIM?” he asked desperately. “I seem them all! The Creators! Lying in bed, hunched over keyboards, tip-tapping on their keyboards so loud it hurts my ears!! They write our fates! Our destinies are victim to their whims!” He was getting excitable as he raised the glowing thread up and desperately showed it to him. “Can’t you see him? There? He’s coming!”
***
John was so not in the mood for this day. His normal day was made up of dealing with difficult patrons; students who despised him for enforcing the rules of silence, who stared daggers every time he showed them how to look up a book on their own, who boiled over with hatred every time he told them that they had a fine. Yes, it was no small thing to say that John had a job in which he was little appreciated. But at least it paid the bills. He would have loved to just sat in front of his work computer and typed out more posts, but unfortunately he doesn’t get paid for that.
So, resolutely, he made his way around the circulation desk and towards the computer stations.
As he rounded the corner, he paused when he looked down the rows of tables to see that there was only one computer occupied. This being a community college library, it was not very likely that they would all be empty, sans one. So it struck him as off. Was this gentleman really just that disruptive?
John sighed and pressed on. Walking down the rows of computers he slowly his gait as he watched the man’s back closely. He was a larger man, dressed in a black shirt and blue jeans. He adjusted his glasses nervously as he peered ahead, holding what looked to be like neon twine between his fingers. He pulled it through his field of vision, staring at it closely.
“It’s all real. They made it reality!” he rambled. “Mutants have been given life! X-men, the Order, New York, everything in the world, they created it all! Their fates are written out how They see fit! Those creations do whatever the Creators have written!”
The man sounded really sick to John. Maybe he was just off his meds, or something? Slowly he stepped forward, trying not to startle him. “S-Sir?”
The man, shaken, turned to John, eyes wide with fright. As he did so, John could see the thick, coke bottle glasses that sat across the bridge of his nose and the nervous twitch of his lips. Immediately John was disturbed.
“Y-You? You…c-can’t see them? At all?” he asked desperately. “I seem them all! The Creations! Chattering, talking, laughing, fighting, yelling so loud it hurts my ears!! You write their fates! Their destinies are victim to yourwhims!” He was getting excitable as he raised the glowing thread up and desperately showed it to him. “Can’t you see him? There? He’s coming!”
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Jorge
Jorge held out his hands, showing that he was not armed and therefore not a threat to the erratic man. By the way he was talking, it was obvious that he had far more problems than Jorge could handle. But he if he could just get him to calm down, maybe take that ball of thread away from him, the detective could keep him sedated enough until the paramedics came. So far it did not seem as if he had a mutant power that was destructive in any way. Could he just make thread glow? Interesting ability.
“Listen, sir, you need to calm down, okay?” Jorge said soothingly. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Of course not!” the man said with wide eyes. “You can’t! Not unless HE writes you to! But he would never make you do that! You’re creator…he made you a hero…” the man muttered as he lowered the length of thread and began to read through it carefully.
Jorge tried to wrap his mind around what the man was saying. He had seen plenty of mutants lose control of their powers, many of them driven mad by them; was this just another one of those cases? The man was rapidly switching between the emotion spectrum but it was beginning to startle the good detective. He couldn’t afford for the man to flip out.
But the man seemed so absolutely sure of what he was saying: that he was just some puppet of whoever this “Creator” was. Jorge was never one to truly believe that destinies were already written out and that there was no deviating from them. Free Will, that is what he believed in. It was apparent, though, that this man here believed in something different.
Slowly Jorge took another step forward, in an attempt calm the man when suddenly the suspect jumped up, looking frightfully in Jorge’s direction. But his terrified eyes were not locked onto Jorge, no, instead they looked passed him.
Jorge glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw…absolutely nothing. Confused he swept his gaze back to the gentleman.
“Listen, pal, there’s noth—“
“There!! He’s coming!” the man suddenly said as he shot up to his feet. “I can’t! I can’t just sit back any more!” He screamed and suddenly charged at Jorge.
***
John began to back up as he watched the erratic man show him the thread. This was a situation that John obviously had no experience in dealing in. The man here was disturbed and it seemed like a situation that he in no way was qualified for…especially when earning only minimum wage! But maybe…maybe if he just spoke soothingly enough to the man, he could keep him from flipping out until he could get campus security out here?
His eyes glanced at the ball of twine. Was it neon…or…was it really glowing? Confused, John returned his gaze to the panicked man.
“Hey, buddy,” John explained. “You need to calm down, okay? You’re scaring a lot of people.”
Me, most of all…
“I’m not going to hurt you, okay?”
“Of course not!” the man said with wide eyes. “You can’t! You’ll unwind everything if you do! But HE would! If you wrote him to! You’re creation…you made him your puppet…” the man muttered as he lowered the length of thread and began to read through it carefully.
John tried his best to wrap his mind around what the man was trying to say. Whatever his problem was, it was obvious that he was seriously delusional. It was as if he were talking about the end of the world, or something. But it just didn’t make sense. John didn’t have “creations” to speak of or puppets of any kind. Just…what was this man seeing?
John needed to calm him down until he could get security up here to handle the situation. Slowly he took couple steps forward, hands opened to show that he was not a threat. But before he could take too many steps, he paused when he looked at the man in strange glasses. He suddenly bolted onto his feet, eyes wide with fear as he looked in John’s direction. But he was not looking AT John…he looked passed him.
Slowly John turned and looked behind him only to find empty space. Whatever the man was seeing, it was obvious that John couldn’t see it. Nope, he definitely needed to get campus security.
“Hey, it’s okay man, really,” John said calmly. “No need to be sca—“
“There!! He’s coming!” the man suddenly said as he shot up to his feet. “I can’t! I can’t just sit back any more!” He screamed and suddenly charged at John.