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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“When I say ‘Freeze’ that means you stop!” Jorge shouted as he ran through the sidewalk, dodged around people and never lost sight of the target in front of him.
Jean Ibarra was a wanted fugitive and was nearly taken in moments ago in a bust in which he and his crew were selling stolen blu-ray players and flat screens. It had been going on for months and no one knew how Jean was getting away with it. Then it was found out he had a mutant daughter, a young seven-year old girl who could walk through walls. He had been using her to phase through doors and unlock them for he and his men to run in and steal whatever they wanted without setting off the alarms. Jorge hated scum like him, people who used mutants and child for criminal acts. Even since he was put on the case, he knew he wanted only one thing, to take this man down.
His trench coat flapped like batwings behind him as he ran, but still Jorge would not lose sight of his target. Jean was of average height with short dark hair, wearing just plain jeans and a blue buttoned up shirt. But as his target took the occasional glance behind, the officer did his best to remember his facial features. He had brown eyes with sharp hooked nose, and stubble across his chin. The most identifying feature though was a scar from an old knife wound his wife had given him years before. Jorge had read it in the man’s file. It ran from his left cheek down to the corner of his mouth. It was big, ugly and hard to mistake.
“Ibarra! Stop!” Jorge yelled again as he watched the man turn into an alley.
Jorge charged forward and found his suspect had leapt over a cracked, boarded up fence that separated the alley from the street. The mutant officer ran straight for it and managed to climb over it in seconds. As soon as he stepped down, he growled as he watched Ibarra bolt straight for a crowded mall across the street. He shook his head as he immediately ran after, tore through the street and shouted for people to move out of the way. His cell phone in hand, Jorge called up his backup.
“Suspect has just ran into a shopping mall! Will proceed. Get back up here to watch those doors!”
Jorge ran into the mall and saw that several people looked shaken up and shouted angrily in one direction. He knew what that meant, Ibarra must have headed in that directly. After he made sure no one was hurt, he ran towards the food court, where a multitude of people were pointing. Along the way he spotted Ibarra’s buttoned up shirt and shook his head. It was obvious that Ibarra was going to try and change clothes to give him the slip.
“You’re not going to lose me that easily,” he said to himself as he continued on towards the food court.
Para actually didn't have shopping like the stigma of most males. He went out of his way to insure that he was dressed well and fashionably. 'Crisp.' So shopping was obviously a necessity. It was also a pleasure. He got to stand in front of mirrors, surrounded by them actually. And as long as he didn't talk to anyone he got to stay himself. He looked like himself and, since he'd had the forethought to open up a credit card in his own name on a day that he was actually able to do so, he even had his own funds. It was the satisfaction that came from all this that drew him to the mall this particular day.
Then his calm and perfect day was interrupted by a mad man, running through the crowd of people that he was trying to blend in with. He stumbled into Jamison as he was stripping off his shirt. The discarded article of clothing fluttered to the ground, but the man did not stop to heed it in the slightest.
“Hey!” Paradox yelled. But the guy didn't even turn.
Jamison chased after the guy, trying to be a little more careful of his path as he sped through the onlookers. He didn't really know why he was pursuing this guy. He didn't want to throttle him or anything. It just seemed like, since he was giving chase, it was the right thing to do...
He slowed as they reached the food court- a much higher traffic area. Jamison stopped to remove his suit jacket and place it delicately over the back of one of the chairs. Hopefully it would still be there when he returned for it. He scanned the food court again. Why had that guy gone?
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Jorge
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The detective came to a stop in the food court. His mind reeled as he kept Ibarra’s face and image in his mind and scanned each and every face he could clearly see. He was not going to allow this man to get away. Just the idea that this “father” could use his daughter for such a malicious reason was beyond his comprehension. Even with all his experience on the force, all of the things he has witnessed, the very idea that a man would use his innocent daughter in such a way still got to him. At least right now, in this moment, he had a chance to take one more of those monsters off the streets.
Slowly he moved through the overly crowded group of mall goers. The commotion had died down so apparently Ibarra had stopped running. The man must have been trying to blend in the overly crowded eatery and not draw any more attention to himself. Jorge sighed with irritation as he began to weave in and out between people, his eyes focused for anyone who remotely looked like Ibarra.
“But mommy I want it!” a child cried from deep within the sea of unknown faces.
“Aw, come on baby! She doesn’t mean anything to me.”
“I can’t believe they’re out of the Justin Bieber iTunes cards! This mall sucks!”
“Like, O.M.G.!! There’s gonna be a Twilight book signing next week!!!!”
Jorge ground his teeth as he focused and tried to drown out all the distracting sounds and voices around him. Whiny voices, cell phone ringtones, scuffling feet, he drowned them all out until the only thing that he could hear was his own heartbeat and rush of water as it surged through the pipes underneath the food court’s cold tiled floor. He slipped between people, Ibarra’s faces burned into his mind as he gazed from person to person, from face to face. Until there, none too far off, his gaze glanced over a man who seemed to be looking over the patrons of the food court with interest.
The man seemed to be cleaning dressed in a nice shirt and pants and Jorge was about to turn to look at someone else when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed it. At first he could not tell and thought it was merely a trick of the overhead lights but as he started towards the man he noticed it became clearer and clearer until there was no mistaking it: the scar that ran from the cheek to the corner of his mouth.
“Ibarra,” Jorge muttered to himself as he decided that he needed to sneak up on the man.
He circled around behind, inched closer and moved between people as he tried to get himself as close as possible. Whenever he got a side glance, he noticed that this man could not be mistaken for Ibarra. He had the hooked nose, the dark hair, and the scar was a dead giveaway. But the detective did wonder how he got those suit clothes so quickly. He must’ve had them under his clothes just in case, Jorge finally decided.
Mere feet away now, Jorge suddenly made his move. He removed his gun from its holster and had a clean aim directly at his target. “Ibarra! Put your hands up!”
Once he'd removed his coat nothing would do but for him to straighten his tie. Then he was planning on picking up the pace again, but out of nowhere a man appeared pointing a gun and shouting at him. Jamison's face itched and he knew a scar had appeared on his cheek. Damn! I hate distinctive marks!
>>“Ibarra! Put your hands up!”
Most people when having been mistaken for someone else, especially a fugitive, would look bewildered and say something to the effect of “Me!?” Paradox on the other hand, seemed to get this kind of thing fairly often. It was always difficult to maneuver around this type of situation. Because he wasn't most people. Most people, when asked “did you do this...?” could answer “no!” and that would be that. But Jamison had to answer “yes.” He had no other choices.
He put his hands up and slowly turned to face the man with the gun. Hopefully completely cooperative behavior was out of character for this particular person.
“Officer,” he said pleasantly. “Is there anything that I can do for you today? Would you care for a sub, perhaps?” He motioned with his head towards the now silent and still food court and her various vendors of greasy delicacies.
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Jorge
“Shut that smart mouth, Ibarra!” Jorge yelled as he kept his gun trained directly at the culprit.
Unfortunately the detective had watched many of Ibarra’s recorded interrogation tapes so the man’s comment fit directly with the type of thing this man would say. Jorge knew that the snarky comments and the smart mouth were natural for someone as cocky as Ibarra. So far he had thumbed his nose for far too along against the police force especially since they have never been able to pin any of his crimes on him. The sad fact was that Ibarra had too many resources and flunkies who were willing to give their lives for him. It was not difficult to believe that the police had a hard time making any evidence stick to him.
But now, all Jorge could think about was that they finally had him. They were finally going to bring the monster in who used his daughter and put so much fear into the minds of the people in his neighborhood. Yes, he was not a mutant, but the fact that he abused another mutant’s powers was enough to get him involved.
“Hands behind your head!” he ordered. He carefully removed his handcuffs from his coat pocket and started to advance. The people around him were frozen in shock and seemed too scared to move, as if they feared crossing the police man. As he crept closer, he raised the cuffs to slap them on one of the man’s wrists. “Resisting arrest, domestic violence, assaulting a police officer, drug trafficking, manslaughter, burglary…the list goes on Ibarra. I suggest you keep your mouth shut until you can talk to a lawyer. Now…you have the right to remain silent…”
Jorge started to speak the Miranda rights as he prepared to finally bring this criminal in…
