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.
"A great man once said, that experience is the teacher of all things, and I can guarantee you all that, that will be one of the virtues you will take in mind in the course of your training. I'm sure you all know who I am by now, and the reasoning behind why I requested that you all meet with me here. Either you want to protect your way of life, or just need something to do to provide for yourself and your family. Either way, what we will be doing will be life changing for all of you. Gentlemen welcome to the proving grounds, and let me say that for your next 7 days here you will be in hell."
This wasn't Markus's first time talking to rookies, he was never a drill sergeant, but took what experience he had from his first time in the military into consideration when training those who wished to join the Coalition's forces. There was at least 15 new men who wanted to join, scavengers from the wastes, teenagers without a cause, and men who just needed some help and were looking for something that could provide. Behind Markus stood 10 others who already made up a portion of the already formed elites, or as he called them the "Centurion Garrison". Each member would be assigned a certain position, those who showed more skill then others made it to the Centurion Garrison. Those who hear about the group inside the Coalition usually seek to join it, but they have much to prove especially the initial testing of course.
These Centurions were as odd looking as the recruits, the only prestige to them were a few things that would prove useful in a fight. Some carried machetes made from scraps of metal and tape or clothing for the handles. Some held spears that were made from metal poles, some from wood but most from poles and the tips either pointed with a sharp edge or topped off with another scrap of sharp material. But the most useful and inventive tool they had devised, was the use of ammunition and bullet scraps given to them by Markus.
Markus kept the guns that the Coalition had obtained after the event under tight wrap. There were only a handful of guns that still worked and Markus sought to keep them in top condition. Ammunition was scarce so he began to ration it like food. He gave the bullets and shells that didn't meet his qualifications to the Centurions. They in turn, fashioned them into multiple things. They had shown that they did not need the guns to use the bullets. One such invention was the Shotgun prod. A moderately long metal staff that had multiple prongs at the end and to each of them a shotgun shell was fashioned on with duct tape. Once the ends were pushed into the primer the shells would go off and boom! A close range jab like that would kill almost anything.
They also had made use of the smaller rounds, pistol rounds that were taped together in balls or placed in jars with homemade fuses ready to be lit and throne, accompanied with scrap metal or nails placed with them for an extra bang. Finally, from the lesser lethal material, they made clothing and armor of sorts. Metal sheets tied together with chains and locks, that gave them a look that would resemble that of a demon newly forged from hell.
Among this creed of loyal warriors and soldiers though was one who stood at Markus's side with more loyalty than the others. Her name was Eurydice, a woman whose beauty was only out shown by her command and self determination. Her more physical attributes were somewhat common, brown hair and blue eyes, but they were mostly concealed by a helmet she had made for herself. She was also a craftsman of sorts, able to channel the loss she had taken from the apocalypse and turn it into something more productive. Her history with Markus was a bit of a quick understanding. He just happened to be at the right place at the right time for her.
Once they met she saw Markus in a light that portrayed him to her as a father figure, from there on out she sought to only help him and his cause to better herself in Markus's eyes. Through the small span of 2 years since they had met after the destruction of the world, she had risen to be seen as a prodigy to Markus and a sculpture molded in his own image. Once the Coalition was established to keep a certain order of peace around, he appointed her as his second in charge. She wore a more refined look of metal other than the other Centurions and Legionaries.
It was a composed of small metal squares that pieced together an outer sheathing over a more maneuverable material used for the undergarment. Two broad shoulder casings that were cracked and rusted and a helmet that bore two moderately sized metallic horns. It had two eye holes that were too far out and concealed her eyes, the helmet only showed her mouth and gave a mysterious look to her face covering her eyes. The leggings were composed of similar materials and in a similar style as well as the gauntlets.
"This will be your instructor for the duration of your training." Markus gestured to the woman beside him as he placed his helmet on. "I leave them to you then Eurydice." Markus would then take his withdrawal from the front position and stand abroad with the Centurions. "I hope you all know how to survive off the land, because you will be scrounging around for the next 2 days for the first part of your training. If you fail, feel free to come back and ask for food, hopefully you haven't journeyed too far out by then."
"But if you do come back without the things we thought you could get yourself, best be ready for ridicule. Now go!" The new recruits stood there still taking in the speech, they all took the sudden signal to start as a joke in a way but soon left that idea, as the woman who had stood before them as a demon in metal pulled from her side a handgun and fired it rapidly into the air scaring them all like cattle, as they began to scatter off from the Town into the wastes to survive for 2 days.
The Centurions began to laugh as the new recruits ran off in fear, only to be confronted by the same anger when the she-devil turned around. Their childish laughter hushed to accompany the silence that had already filled the air after the bullets firing had stopped.
It was now night, the atmosphere was enticing to the animistic ideals in the human mindset. In a structure of moderate size within the Town, resided Markus and Eurydice, in the middle of it, a large fire burned bright which was used to forge metal into shapes. Both of them now at work on their post apocalyptic hobbies began to ponder how the recruits were doing. Markus inspected his guns, cleaned the parts, and reconstructed each over and over again, until satisfied and then moved onto the inspection of the ammunition. As for Eurydice, she began construction on a weapon of sorts. It was a battering ram used by police forces prior to the event. She began to entangle the front with barbed wire and chains, along with sharpened chunks of metal, forged onto the front prior to the barbed wire and chains.
"You think any of them will survive?" Eurydice asked, not taking her eyes from her work. "They all have potential, that's why they came to us right? I'm sure a fair amount will make the cut, but I am also sure some will give up." Markus said in reply, as he too kept his eyes on his work. Silence fell once more over the room, as the two worked into the night on what they saw needed to be done.
The next day finally came, preceding it was the first day of testing for the recruits, which meant they all should be back sooner or later. The first group of the original ten returned mid day. There was four of them, sunburn't, dusted over with dirt as if they had been caught in an avalanche and holding weapons that they had managed to find in the wasteland. They were congratulated, and sent home to rest or inform their families of their survival. Tomorrow the real testing begins, but that can wait until all the survivors return.
As for the next set of survivors, the numbers were halved. This time it was two, they looked cleaner than what they should have been, they must have found water somewhere, only one of them carried a weapon though, whilst the other carried a large Duffel bag and a backpack. They were given the freedom to take what they had earned from the wastes, and use it to however they saw fit. The final group was composed of three people, this group with scrounged armor on some of them. Some with football pads, hockey pads, and other sports equipment. Again they allowed this group to keep it's winnings.
Markus and his followers waited until midnight to deem that the last man out had died. They began to pack it in and call it a day, for tomorrow the next section of training begins.
It was the next day and all who survived the first challenge were ready for what else was to come, and regrouped outside the town once more where they had before hand. "Onto the next task at hand. You all will now run around the town wall until the sun recedes into the horizon." It was summer and they started this event at 6, so that meant that these men were to run for 3 hours straight. "You are all now apart of the Coalition, but fail this task and the highest rank you will ever get, will be in patrolling. This means less food as payment for your services, now go!" This time at the start of the event, no one faltered at her signal, and no one laughed either.
After the first two hours, the men who began to lap around the town began to have stragglers, but were quick to remember the price that they were going to pay if they stopped, and continued to push onward to their goal.
As the over heated sun was finally devoured by the ever widened horizon, and only could be seen by one half, a figure off to the distance of the wastes could be seen. The men running around stopped to gaze at it, only to be chastised back into running by their instructor who would take up their little view for herself and to be joined by Markus. The figure began to become more and more detailed as each passing moment it got closer and it's outline and physical features grew more and more. But from the sight alone, the man closing the distance between the town and himself shown no possible signs of a threat. The mans stature was that of a limp, his body appeared lopsided and soon it was revealed that he was missing one arm, and was carrying a large bag strapped across his back.
"Is that the one that didn't come back?" Markus spoke with his hands behind his back, gazing at the figure that would now only be a few tens of feet away. "Perhaps." Eurydice replied, in a normal tone. The man had now arrived at their presence, he had a burlap sack over his head with two eye holes and no other clothes except his raggedy shorts on. "I did it, I survived, I win." The man's voice sounded tainted, tainted with madness, an ill stagnant sound of insanity that would seem to have seeped into his mind whilst in the wastes. "What happened to you?" Markus asked in kind yet quick voice.
"Things, animals, mischievous beings in the ground, who hide themselves when least expectant then, boom!" The man's quick changing of his voice in different parts of his sentence made him quite the oddity to Markus and Eurydice.
The man who was void of any form of sanity was taken in and clothed properly and treated for his wounds, but it was the first time for a situation as such. Markus had never seen something like this in the event of gaining new men to his effort to make something of an army. The men either died in the wastes or came back barely alive. This man had done a little of both. His missing arm seemed to have been blown off by some ordinance of sorts, and that must not of been the only thing he lost out there.
Although his loss of a limb had left him unprepared for what Markus and the Coalition would need from him, Markus kept him. He valued the perseverance that was shown by this man who had gone to great lengths to join the Coalitions little army. Whether it was insanity or just his own goals, Markus enjoyed it either way.
A hushed silence was in the room that Markus and two others now occupied. "One, two, three..." The insane man laid down on a padded cardboard sheet, counting the number of shrapnel that one of the Centurions had been kind enough to remove from his already sheered shut skin. "Why do you want to the Coalition?" Markus asked interrupting his counting, but the man kept counting until he reached the number 8, which was the last piece of shrapnel in his body. "I don't remember." He replied in a childish way, as if he knew but his attention was not all with him.
"Well, we can't have you in the defenses, but I like how you go "about things", so I am going to put you on a new job." Markus retorted with a little concern in his voice for the mans mind, but overall Markus didn't care. "I got everything in the bag for us, me and him." As out of context the sentence was Markus didn't mind, his insanity was something to just be taken without any concern, but what he was concerned about was what was in the bag.
It was the proverbial mother load, scavenged by Mr. one arm laying down. Markus began to make out in his mind that this guy was normal before the testing but after what ever blew his arm off, his brain probably lost as much as his body did. What else would drive someone to collect odds and ends that lay in this bag. A dozen road flares, a few damaged, a few gun shells, nails, wire, gunpowder jars, grenade casings, all just scrap apart but if assembled correctly could make a big bomb.
"What's your name?" Now showing a bit of a sterner tone, Markus asked the man more about himself. "Eight." The man said, obviously it could have been a mistake, he could just be repeating the count of the shrapnel. "Eight is my name." The man reassured, as if he knew that it could be a mistake himself. "Are you sure?" The retort was made quick by Markus in a new tone of denial. "As sure as the moon rises in the south."
"Crazy Eight", as bland as the name was and overused as well, it flooded through the ranks of the newly named Legionaries and the battle hardened Centurions. His insanity was his calling card, and his apparent knowledge of ballistics and love for sulfur. He helped advance the weapons that were being made constantly to provide for the Centurions, and continued to journey out to the wastes on a daily basis, bringing back scrap and junk sometimes, but always making it into some kind of piece to be fitted to an even deadlier bomb.
Now that the new batch of Legionaries and a bit of an oddity had been added to the ranks, Markus to instill the ideals of the Coalition into the minds of the men. "I'm sure some of you know the tale of Alexander the Great, not all of it, but this is the best time to tell you all the full story about him, and why later." Markus stood in front of the new men once more, same as when they started their training. Eurydice stood off to his right side and Eight hunched over to his left, whilst all the Centurions stood in a line behind them.
"Alexander The Great, of Macedonia, stood for the purpose to protect all peoples and unite them, and now that is our purpose to carry on. To show that people are still civilized even after this global catastrophe, to make a unified protectorate for the weak and when a threat may be shown." Markus paused to look over the faces of the Nine men who stood in rows of threes. "His last words, before he died, were "To the Strongest." and by those words we will live, to all who may oppose the right that we seek, we shall face them with those words, to let them know that we were given this world for we are the Strong." Markus then drew his combat knife from his tactical vest and raised it into the air.
"To the Strongest!" He shouted, as the Legionaries looked in a some what confused way. Followed by Markus's shout was Eurydice and the Centurions in unison. "To the Strongest!" It suddenly clicked with them all one by one. "To the Strongest!" over and over from one Legionary to the next, even Eight chimed in. Until finally, one large unified shout of all who were present there, "To the Strongest!" which resounded with an echo throughout the Town and the Wastes.
Now everything died out, like a match lit only for awhile. A few weeks past, the group was up to 30 members, not including Markus or any other mutants that are actually in the Coalition. It was a bit of a dull day, the sky was dampened by dark clouds which drew a curtain over most of the light. The humidity added to it all, the feeling of being pulled underwater and being helpless to the situation.
Soon, though a new atmospheric feeling filled the air with something for all who found boredom to look forward too. It was the feeling of electricity in the air, as though a storm was in the air, not to be ruled out, the dark clouds assured that there would be one definitely, but this was something of a more tense matter. In the clouds people could already see lightning being produced and racing through the clouds, off in the distance they could hear the thunder as well, it was loud, but too far away to harm anyone in Town. Although that being, some felt fear of a form of harm being conceived in the dark clouds themselves, something insidiously rotten, something wrong, something misplaced in this world.
But all in all, nothing was out of the norm, anything that would be destructive towards the fabric of reality didn't exist, no, it was only a mutual feeling felt by all in the Town, but still the way it lurched into the minds of all in such a slow but completely noticeable manner felt as if it were going to rip their world apart once more, this time in a way not pertaining to the material world, but a mental state, of course this was just an everyday feeling, perhaps only amplified by the accompanied post Apocalyptic feeling.
To Markus and his fellow soldiers, it was a normal day, everyday that gave them more time to live was something they cherished, something they all took for granted when all was still governed by man on a more global scale, and machines and electricity were common, but not any more. The world had shut itself away from one another for far too long and when the time came for fear to reign on a a large scale throughout mass medias around the world, all took it as a sign that they were being threatened by something or someone else.
They did what any government run by protective patriotic fools would do and retaliate blindly at what ever they could, and so that is what brought them all here, a little misunderstanding, and you get a town of refugees, soldiers who think their in old Rome and a man with a ego that's been straightened out.
Before the event, Markus was a man whose desires were more comparable to a megalomaniac than any others. He had a dream to carve his image into the world and be remembered along side histories greatest tactical leaders and minds. Sadly though, there isn't much to remember from a pile of ash and the looming smell of the world rotting at everyone's feet. Yes, Markus was a man with a dream that had been smashed right in front of him, in the end he saved himself, but soon after his life was ensured to him, he began to coup with the loss of any possibility of being remembered by all.
He contemplated suicide, but only found that he was a coward, a man who has no true bravery or courage to him at all, only fear of being forgotten by all and not even able to muster the power to kill himself. So he turned to try and teach a generation that would be neglected of knowledge soon. He realized that all forms of education would prove hard to scavenge, as most of it easy to obtain without electronic devices would have either been trapped under rubble or burn't to a crisp, so he decided to share his knowledge of history with all who desired it. He didn't want to harm anyone or anything any longer to get what he wanted. He just wanted to protect what of mankind was left.
