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.
She saw them. Colors. Distorted words painted with exquisite colors. Normal paint of different colors mixed with metallic paint. Colors. Lyrics. Words round and square. Modern hieroglyphics that was undecipherable. Among all the gray around them, she had seen the colors and had sworn that she would return. And there she was again. Without annoying bodyguards that could tell her she was not suppose to be there. And without her limousine. Nobody who could protect her. No one to spy her morally questionable activities. The targeted building was going to be an office building, but investors had discovered a big fraud with the materials and had taken legal action against the contractor. He disappeared with all their money. And the building was abandoned until more funds can be found. Or at least that was what the girl found on the Internet. The building had only two floors, it was only a skeleton. Gray and cold that did not reflect at all the plans they had made for it.
Only a weak fence separated the labyrinthine abandoned building from the outside world, so the girl had no problem to slip through a hole in the wire mesh. From outside, the building did not seem to be big, but while spying through the incomplete windows, which were nothing more than square holes in the cement, she achieved to clearly note that the building had much more rooms and corridors that she thought at first sight. Surrounding the building, she finally found an entry that was not a window, but neither was a door. It was a rectangular cut in the cement that had no frame. That entry leaded her to a long corridor with rooms on each side. The whole building was gray. For it had not been painted. And each room seemed to be the same. Only a few structures were different. Occasionally appeared some larger rooms, twice the size of the others. And sometimes she found walls that had not been built or had fallen, so some rooms had only three walls, which made they look very strange.
She found three graffiti so far just by looking from the hallway.Three glorious pieces of art. Drawings she captured into pictures and stripped of all its colors that where later stored into her little notebook. The book devoured them all. It was hungry for colors. Just like her. Once she finished with the fun task of stealing the life from the last victim, she returned the notebook to her backpack. And moved to the corridor. Just when she stepped into the hallway, she heard a noise and saw a shadow entering into a room a few feet from where she was. Fortunately the shadow did not see her. Wasting no time, she brandished her favorite weapon, and moved as fast as she dare. Even when she was careful, the building was wrapped in such silence that the force of her steps seemed to multiply. Echoing. There was only one sound aside from hers. The only thing that was strong enough to drown her footsteps. A strangely familiar buzz. Upon reaching the room, she tried to be cautious but watching from the hallway was of no good. She saw nothing. Only the buzzing ghost was still there. Invisible. Impatient and curiosity commanded her , so she jumped into the cubicle. A teenage girl with purple hair and black clothes stared at her from the shadows, but for a moment neither girl moved. Then they both did it at the same time, letting out a scream of terror in unison. Celeste regained control of her body first, and pressed the trigger just as the punk girl pounced over her. The woman screamed in pain as the metal needles penetrated under her skin, and howled again one last time when the electricity took off her ability to control her muscles. Causing her to fall to the ground. Unable to move but still conscious.
A scream? An odd occurrence that rarely happened in the places Markus visited, but this was a drive by area, in the sense that no one should ever have to visit it. Now filled with curiosity and nostalgia, Markus pulled his car over to a curb just a block away from the area where he heard the loud banshee like scream. The sun had now grown weary and receded into the horizon, and night spread the light thin and made all dark. There was no moon this night, only stars.
Markus made his way back down the road from his car and jogged the rest of the way to where he had heard the scream. "An abandoned construction area? This isn't Halloween." Markus said in a tone of disbelief, but no other place in the area would be more likely a place as to where the scream came from. From his dress coat Markus pulled an M9 pistol. "This reminds me of my glory seeking days." He spoke as he made his way into the crypt like structure.
"Hello?" He shouted as he held his gun low, and maintained a period of short steps through the concrete coffin of a building.
She needed another shock to keep her quiet, because the effects of the first disruptive wave was dissolving. But since she was still connected to the Taser, it was really easy to send more electricity through the thin filaments that were still linked to the weapon. Once her muscles were disabled again, Celeste managed to take her belt and use it in her hands. Now that these hands stained with paint were tied behind her back, the teen seemed much less aggressive but still... she was missing something. So she put the punk girl´s sock in her mouth. Despite all that, her eyes still showed some madness. A look strong and malevolent that the girl recognized instantly, having used it many times. She wanted revenge. Celeste doubted she could get her vendetta soon.
Still recovering from the initial shock, and the small skirmish, the girl sat in front of her prisoner. It was then that she could check the losses for the first time. Her beautiful and immaculate sundress was now dirty with dirt and paint, apparently the woman was painting a graffiti when she entered. So the paint had jumped from her dirty hands to her beautiful dress when they struggled. As its owner, the can of spray paint rested on the floor.
In the windowless room, the light was already beginning to decline even faster that in the outside world. Consequently the rooms and hallways were becoming even darker. The shadows grew and grew, getting absurdly deep. It was then when she heard the voice. An echo of the original voice. Maybe a questions. Perhaps a call for help. It was difficult to decipher the confusing first call amplified by the walls. The voice returned her mind to a battle state. Someone was looking for the woman. Immediately she released the cartridge, which fell to the ground. The metal wires still attached to that piece of plastic. In her backpack, she found a new one, and put it on the tip of her Taser. She was ready to shoot again, so she hide in a corner to wait for to the new invader.
Markus heard rustling all of a sudden and tensed up on his gun and shouted again. "Hello?" He stopped and gazed over the area he had now come to in the terribly constructed building. "Breeding ground for scum.." Markus muttered to himself as he took in the more apparent faults with the building. Like the ceiling's majority of missing tiles that exposed the metal frame of itself and the broken lights that remained in their sockets and those that were unbroken could easily be assumed to be burnt out.
After the small amount of 30 seconds of taking in the scenery. "I heard, screaming, anybody there?" Markus called out again as he approached the area he had supposed the sound of rustling came from as he readied his pistol.
In the deep silence that filled the room, the sound of her own breathing seemed deafening. The whole building seemed to repeat the slight and almost inaudible sound of her breath until it becomes a strange symphony. Maybe it was just the adrenaline pumped by her heart, that was preparing her for the impending battle. Or maybe it was the wind moving among the empty corridors.
Whatever it was, Celeste had no time to worry about these things, the voice was coming. Moving among the corridors. Approaching her hiding place. It was the voice of a man. She could hear it clearer now, but she still could not decide whether the man was good or bad. At least not until she heard his question. "Here." The girl yelled in response. Still hidden in the shadows, and with her weapon ready to incapacitate the man if he was the partner of her prisoner.
Markus heard the words of the girl and a quick moment of fear passed over him with surprise but then reformed to normalcy. Markus realized it was a child by the pitch and tone of the voice and quickly shuffled his gun away into his dress suit. "Are you alright?" He said now in a normal tone now closer to the area where the girl would be to him.
"Don't be afraid, I'm just here to help." Markus said calmly and gained more footing and looked around for a second and then back to the place of his attention.
To remain as still as she could was ridiculously uncomfortable, but she was unwilling to leave the room until she could be sure that there was no danger. So far, the man seemed to want to help her. But she had no way to be sure. If the man was too cautious, perhaps she would have to wait all the night there before he came into her trap. The notion of spending the night in that gloomy room was not something she wanted... but the alternative was risky. For now the best chance she had to defend herself was to stay in that room. There was only one door to enter, and from the dark corner where she was hiding, she had a clear shot of anyone who would try to enter.
To stay inside the room seemed to be the best choice, a very defensive tactic but in the absence of a direct form of attack she had to rely on the small bunker. He was still moving. Very close. His voice was stronger and clearer than the first time he spoke. Soft words without any sign of threat. On one fateful moment, she felt sorry for the man who was worried for her, since he did not know she already had deal with the problem. And that second of compassion made her respond to him. "I'm fine." She did not need to raise her voice as the man was too close. Neither the mystery man needed to shout to be heard.
She had to spy him, but there was no way she could look out without being seen... she almost nearly given up when she recalled a little trick she had seen in a movie. Instead of a mirror, she used her cell phone. She took her cellphone and poked it outside the room, in the direction from which she believed the strange was coming. Then took a digital photo of high quality. Quickly she introduced the expensive equipment to analyze what her makeshift surveillance camera had captured. A man, not too young, wearing a suit. That was all she needed to know. "Ok." Replied the girl, as she left the room leaving her backpack and her prisoner behind. Her Taser was still in her right hand. Partially hidden by the folds of her sundress.
Upon the girl being yielded to Markus's sight, a rush of assurance ran through his mind. Being that he had guessed right upon the sound of her voice. He stood up straight, and no longer hunched in a tactical and soldier like position, and confronted the girl. He grasped his beard like an artist scrutinizing a painting as he began to speak to her.
"What's a girl like you doing in this place?" He withdrew his hands from his former stance and spread them out to his sides as he asked her. The smell and scent of the building now came to Markus who had taken recognition into the lesser needed senses for close quarters combat. The house reeked of petrichor and cigarettes that had long been burnt out. These smells had all too well brought Markus back to his feelings of the good old days.
Now back to the addressing of the girl. Markus took a deep breath from his former sentence, and continued to speak. "Well I guess I couldn't blame you if it's of you're own choosing though, I use to do some exploring of my own back in the day. But you may want to stay away from places like this, it's crawling with low lives." Markus finished looking behind himself.
Although the man seemed to be very sincere in his intentions, the first question had to be ignored in order to protect the secret of her powers. No one was to learn of her sorcery that was able to steal the color of objects, which in turn was a strange way to extract the small amount of life in these inanimate objects. Or that was what she thought. Fortunately, the light was minimal in the room, and if they entered it, no one including herself, would be able to see the graffiti that now had a dull gray, boring and dead, since all the walls had a similar color.
There was something in that man that reminded her of her grandfather, maybe it was his beard, although she suspected it had more to do with the way he spoke of the past."Back in the day." Her grandfather used to say at the start or end of a story. And he always spoke of a different era, almost unreal that now only lived in his memory. It was almost magical how he could forget so many things, but still be able to remember these things with such skill. Perhaps he could not forget them as these adventures had forged his personality. Would that man have more things in common with his deceased grandfather?
It was not smart to laugh in a situation like that, but still she could not prevent a small laugh to escaped from her lips. At least she controlled it enough to transform what would had been a laughing sound, into a small laugh. Audible but not much. Her voice sounded amused, rather than scared and cautious as it should have been. But she still continued. "I get rid of a low life moments ago." The Queen felt how the tension in her skyrocketed into the sky. That phrase could be misinterpreted, so she hurried to add more information. "I tie her because she had a knife." A little more relaxed after the explanation, she projected a beautiful smile on her face. A smile full of pride for what she had accomplished.
Confused by the girls upbeat appeal to an otherwise odd and confusing sentence, Markus squinted his eyes in a questionable manner and looked at her and said. "Okay...who?" Asking whom she had tied up, Markus crossed his arms and stood in an upward stance. He found this girl puzzling, and not the same as other youths he had met in his day,possibly due to age difference. Markus was guessing this girls age once that thought came into mind. 13? 15? Possibly in that range.
The situation was becoming somewhat ironic, the man was worried about her prisoner when her, the damsel in distress, was left aside. Unnoticed. Maybe she was not even a damsel in distress, since she had get rid of the danger herself. But anyway, the situation was as rare as comic at the same time.
Obediently, the girl answered his silly question with anger in her tone. "I do not know her." How could that strange be interested in that punk when she was the main actress? "She is so common that I doubt she has a proper name." Even so, she pointed in the general direction of the makeshift prison. Telling him where was the prisoner.
"Forget about it, I'm sure the cops will find whoever it is in a few days or so, plus I'm not the kind of guy who should be caught up in messes like this." Markus taking into consideration his political appearance did not want the likes of the authorities to have him involved in something as odd as this. "My name is Markus Burke, feel free to call me what you want pertaining to that, insult or not I've heard worse." Again referencing his political career. "So what's your name?" Markus asked putting his hands to his sides.
She was also the kind of person who should not be seen in such a place, but fortunately she was far from home and all her friends, so nobody would know that she had never been inside of that ugly abandoned building. If her, that was very important did not have anything to worry about being in that place. Why a commoner would care to be in that place? Would that stranger in suit be more than just a common man? With his stature he could almost be a bodyguard, but his suit was too good for that office.
Finally the mystery man gave her his name, Marcus Burke. A name she never heard in her short life, and which would have forgotten as quickly as she had heard it if not for the rare situation. That name seemed to mean something. Something hidden that she can not discoverer. "Why would I insult the man who came to help me?" Asked the girl with extreme curiosity.
She was going to say her name anyway, it was just a matter of courtesy, but the man asked first, messing with the ancient custom of exchanging names. Even so, she executed a perfect curtsy in his honor by taking her dress with both hands, while bending the knees in a practiced reverence. While her beautiful name escaped from her lips with a harmonious Italian accent that was not normal in a New Yorker. "My name is Celeste Manfrella, nice to meet you."
"Ahh, Italian" Markus spoke in a calm tone. He knew the ethnicity well, due to his interest in much of the Roman empire and other former rulers of that region in the world. "Well now that we have pleasantries out of the way let's get out of here." Markus said motioning behind him with his neck and head moving back.
"This place is the stuff of nightmares, for real estate agents anyway." Markus said making a quite esoteric joke, forgetting he is not in the midst of adults.
Although she only pronounced her full name with her best Italian accent, the man had taken her for one of the many beautiful citizen of Italy. If he recognized her accent, he probably liked Italy, and consequently its beautiful people. And she was one of the most beautiful descendants of that country. Therefore she nodded with pride at the recognition, and again when the man admitted that it would be better to get out of there as soon as possible. "I'll get my things." Said the girl, leaving aside the Italian accent for a perfect English. And quick as lightning she returned to the room that was a few steps from their place of meeting.
The dungeon where she had put her prisoner had become the very throat of the devil, as it was full of shadows that caused her chills. So deep and so dark that they had already devoured each corner. Still there was enough light for her prisoner to saw her, so the punk girl began to scream, or at least she tried, because the sock she had in her mouth made any attempt to produce a sound higher than a whimper. Once she had her bag, she said goodbye to her new friend by waving her hand vigorously. It was a cruel mockery, but the girl could not do anything at all rather than produce a muffled groan that was barely audible.
Just when she was about to leave the room, a horrible sound that pretended to be music began to scream from somewhere behind the teenager. Celeste pushed the punk girl with her feet, until she moved her enough to find the owner of that infernal concert. Someone was calling the punk girl. It was just that... she thought at first. But immediately a silent alarm began to her warn of the danger. She took the phone and turned off the cacophony, but after the screen announced the call she had just lost, she found that the teenager had been sending text messages. Celeste would never guess how she had done it with her hands tied behind her back and without being able to see the screen but the message was clear enough despite the errors. "Problems in the base. Call backups." Unfortunately the message had been sent... fifteen minutes ago.
Without wasting a second the girl came out of the room, wanting to disappear before the backups could arrive, but she was still staring in disbelief to the cell, so she did not move so fast. "More are coming." Informed the girl in a hopeless tone and full of fatalism. While showing the cellphone, so Markus could guess where she got the information.
