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.
Zahira shook her head as she sighed to herself. She walked though the poring rain at who knows what time at night, ignoring it, ignoring the rain, since she couldn't really feel it, with her hood up and with all her clothes on. The female was wearing a black cloak with a black hoodie under it, with the hood pulled up. Under her hoodie was a long sleeved black shirt that was longer and covered her gloves where she'd take them off. Her black jeans were a nice fit, with the length they covered her black combat boots. The 17 year old shook her head and sighed to herself. "Life's really been scary and creepy.... these past years on my own. Always looking over yer shoulder... always looking at every shadow. Never relaxing even though ya know yer safe..." She whispered to herself. Yes a habit she had picked up, it was talking to herself. Well when your alone, you pick up strange habits. That's at least how Zahira had thought it. "Yeah seems like it... Don't it?" She whispered again, answering her own question.
Zahira stuffed her gloved hands into her pockets of her hoodie as she walked though the raining sidewalks of the park. She was gonna leave the park, she stayed out here for quite a while and was ready to go back to her temporary home. Yes another thing Zahira did. She never stayed in one place for very long. She always felt like she was being watched. After a year in New York. She'd be off toward another state once this year was over. Zahira's raven black hair was in a ponytail, while her dark purple and dark blue side sweep bangs were hanging down in her odd colored eyes. Yeah eyes that gave her away as a freak! If not all the clothing didn't? Or maybe it was cause people just thought she was weird, and thought she was a mutant. Well whatever the reason, the fact that she was a freak was always going to stay with her. Since she was a mutant, and she considered herself dangerous to other people around her. She wanted to keep other people safe from herself. She didn't want to hurt or kill anyone anymore. She was tired of the accidental killings she had committed. The uncontrollableness of her power. She was amazed she hadn't got insane yet? Or maybe she had and just considered herself sane? Who really knew. Cause hell she didn't know much about herself anyway.
Zahira glanced around her. Taking her gloved hands out of her hoodie, and clenching her fists, getting ready for somethin'. Just incase somethin' happened. Was it just her? Or did she feel like she was being watched? "Mayba its jus the paranoia?" She whispered to herself. Yes the girl's paranoia levels were awful high for someone her age. "Oh well my paranoia has been, whats been keeping me alive..." She whispered again. Yes her paranoid behavior and her gut instincts are what has kept her alive for this long. "Then again maybe I should listen to it, and run while I've got ta chance?" She whispered again. When those whispered words left her lips, she bolted as quickly as she could toward the exit of the park, not daring to look behind her.
(Feel free to stop her from running(In any way ya please) if ya want. Grab her by the wrist if ya want, I don't mind.)
Garrett enjoyed the park at night. So many days and nights had been spent wandering it before he had found somewhere to stay. He avoided the word home because he was searching for such a place still. The Mansion was close and had brought him to Maya, but the very visible line between their ideologies and their methods was too hypocritical for him. The Sanctuary had been catering to another side of him. A side which was created by them, considering the use of Haywire. Though actually, it had been more of a summons to a side that had always existed. if there was something that shared the best of both worlds, he might be able to feel at home.
The rain was coming down rather heavily. It felt glorious as it washed over him. He had no hair to soak and little fear of becoming so sick, considering that the days and nights were warming. Shorts had even become accessible due to the climate, so his trusty cargo khakis and Chuck Taylors were on again, though the canvas shoes were already soaked through. A simple green tee was also worn, though it was dark enough not to register so much.
Suddenly, Garrett's attention was turned down the sidewalk as footsteps splashed through the puddles. A small girl in black seemed to be running in a panic from something. It was more of a guess, but considering she had no particular stride and the immediate look of anguish on her face,he thought that it was a fairly good guess. Seeing nothing behind her, he turned his head the other direction. Perhaps it was a frenzied race to something? A large delivery truck of some sort was careening close to the sidewalk where park met city. Judging from their separate paces, the suspicion of suicide crept into his mind. As she ran by him, Garrett reached out and grabbed her by the wrist." Hey! What are you doing?!" Hopefully the shock of the interruption would get some sense out of her.
"Ah man...Sam is gonna kill me..." Dominic said to himself, walking quickly through the park in his black rain coat with his hood on. The rain continued to fall and showed no sign of stopping at all. It would have been the smart thing to call a cab, but it seemed that Dominic's stomach got the better of him. That night he had asked Sam permission to catch a late night movie premiere and after nagging his ear drums out, was granted permission and twenty five bucks. The ticket was ten and the snacks...came out to be twelve just for a large popcorn, a medium drink and a order of nachos leaving him with not enough to catch a ride. Why didn't he just call Sam for a ride? Poor Dominic's cell phone had gone dead because the poor guy had forgot to charge it. Tonight just wasn't his night at all.
It had to be at least around 2 am...Dominic's curfew was back at 1am. He just couldn't wait for the scolding he would receive the next morning. Seriously, he couldn't, he would just rather get scolded at that night so he wouldn't have to hear it later. "Can't be too much further..." he said to himself picking up pace through the empty park. Well, he thought it was empty until he saw a figure up ahead in front of him. He could hear them speaking, but who were they speaking to? There was no one around. Was the person speaking to themselves?
Dominic paused and stood still as she stopped and glanced around her. His black coat and jeans probably made him blend into the night. When the figure did turn around, he caught a glimpse of oh their face. Or her face rather. She looked rather young too, she couldn't have been no older than Dominic himself. Why was she out here all alone at this time of night? It wasn't safe at all. That's when he approached and that's when she started making a run for it.
"Hey, wait up!" he cried and bolted in the direction she headed. Then he saw the girl grabbed by some guy who looked like Lex Luthor from Smallville. "Hey, let her go!" Dominic yelled to the bald man fearing for the girl's safety. Honestly, how else was he supposed to react to some older man grabbing on to a teenage girl on a dark rainy night in the park?
Zahira's gut instinct was right... She had been being watched! Or maybe they were just watching her running? Either one it was still crossed her mind as being watched. Zahira really hadn't even been paying attention to what was in front of her.
She hadn't even noticed it until she felt someone grab her wrist. She tried to yank away. She gasped in fear, as she snapped her head backward toward the male so fast her neck cracked. She could see him rather easily though the rain and darkness, having had her eyes adjusted to the darkness since she had stayed out here for a while. She narrowed her odd-colored eyes at him, although a bit of paranoia was still in her eyes, and on her paler face. "Not doing what ya think I'm doing. If I think what ya think, that I know what ya think I'm doing." She responded trying to get the tongue twister to work whiteout messing it up, and maybe it would confuse him. "Would ya mind letting go?!" She asked trying to make her voice calmer then she felt, she was also trying to yank her arm free again. Without much luck what-so-ever.
Zahira attention was divided as she heard someone yell. "Hey, wait up!" And then she heard the words clearly. "Hey, let her go!". She had looked past the male that still had her arm, toward the other male who was a couple of feet or so behind them.
Zahira rolled her eyes. Wow aren't I popular tonight... What do these people think I'm doing anyway? She thought but she didn't dare mutter it to herself and then answer like an idiot, since she didn't want to be seen as anymore crazy then she already was being seen as. She had no idea if these people were humans or mutants. She didn't know what they wanted with her either, which annoyed and scared her a bit. But it was more on the angry and annoyed side then the fear and scared side of things.
The girl seemed at once put off by the idea of being grabbed. Looking back at the man running up and yelling at him, Garrett wondered if he hadn't stepped into a lover's quarrel. Perhaps some things were said and she wanted to be free, only to be caught by another man. He had the sneaking suspicion that he now appeared to be some sort of creep rather than someone trying to help. Her request for freedom was immediately granted. His grip slipped free, though her neural map now shined in the darkness.
"I'm sorry. You were heading toward the street and I saw a truck coming. Didn't know if you saw it. I meant no harm." Not that a bit of well meaning jargon would do much at the moment. He sincerely hoped no one would resort to violence. He would defend himself if so. The girl wasn't the reason for the thought, more the angry defender/boyfriend/stranger that was rapidly approaching behind her. His hands free, Garrett shoved them in his pockets, hoping it would be enough of a gesture to calm everyone down.
Dominic stood silently waiting to see if the bald man would cooperate and after the girl had given her own request for her wrist to be free, the man turned her loose, putting Dominic at ease. He just wasn't up to playing hero that night. He was wet, cold and tired. The last thing he needed was to get into a fight. Another thing....though he wouldn't admit it, Dominic was a bit afraid of the other guy. Something about bald men always creeped him out but at least it wasn't a bald woman. They were just scary. Once the other man spoke, Dominic learned that he had only stopped the girl from running in front of an oncoming truck. So perhaps he wasn't a bad guy. Once he had placed his hands in his pocket Dominic took a step forward towards the girl, but not too sudden. He didn't want to startle her more than she already had been.
"Are you alright?" Dominic asked the girl. "What are you doing here out in the middle of the park at this time of night? It's not safe for a girl to be here alone." he said. "Err, not saying that you're delicate and helpless or anything, but...you know. There are a lot of creeps out this time of night..." he paused looking over to the bald guy for a sec before setting his eyes back on the girl.
Zahira laughed quietly. "I guess it could look like I was going to commit suicide, although I wasn't. I really have no reason for it." She said quietly, forcing her voice to return to normal and not the panicked it was before. "And yeah I was going to going to leave, but I was going to turn left once out of the gates." She explained shrugging her shoulders, as she stuffed her hands back into her hoodie pocket and looked at them both before taking a step back to get a good view of them.
She looked over at the male and gave a small glare. "Right... sure seemed like it." She said rolling her eyes. "As for why I'm out in the rain and in the middle of night, is really none of yer business, but if you must know. I was drawing." She said calmly. "Anyway yeah I'm fine." She added calmly. She sighed quietly. "Lets just say I got a bit paranoid and leave it at that, shall we?" she said. "Now why are ya people out here? And who yer ya?" She asked.
It appeared Garrett had been wrong on both counts. With everything as it was, his judgment was really off. The girl was running. It wasn't a crime. The guy who had caught up to her seemed to be just a concerned citizen, not the beau Garrett had imagined him as. One thing was for certain. The looks that the boy kept flashing him were not ones of good intent. No psychics were needed for the assessment. The girl herself seemed at once confused and overwhelmed by all of the sudden attention. Now three people stood in the rain and stared at each other. The magic of the rain had fizzled.
There wasn't much use in pulling a card since the thing would be turned to mush shortly, if it already hadn't. " I'm Garrett. Garrett Wills. I work over at the Sanctuary. It's a shelter for mutants. Maybe if you know of any, you can let them know about it. The golden doors are always open to mutants." He looked around, feeling alien to the park and the situation. It wasn't a very good feeling." Sorry to have bothered you. You two have a good evening." He turned and walked from their company, not looking back.
"Drawing...in the rain at this time of night?" Dominic quirked an eyebrow at the girl as she gave her explanation of her presence in the park. As for the older guy, he introduced himself as Garrett, even gave his last name too and gave the younger teens a briefing on his job at the Sanctuary. Dominic hadn't heard of that place before. Apparently a shelter for mutants as Garrett explained. So there was another place in this city that took in mutants besides the X-mansion. Before Dominic could even ask a question, Garrett took off leaving him alone with the young woman. And there they where standing in the cold and dark as the rain continued to pour. Wait, she had asked him who he was, it wouldn't be polite not to answer, especially since the other guy gave his name.
"My name is Dominic. Dominic Johnson," he answered. "I'm on my way from the movies. Would have caught a cab, but I'm low on cash. Snacks cost way too much at the theaters..." he laughed nervously and smiled back at her. "If it's alright, would you mind giving me your name?" he asked looking at her. He found her to be a lovely looking young lady. "Nice hair by the way," he chuckled pointing to her strands of purple and blue.
Zahira shook her head as she watched Garrett leave. Why do people leave without waiting for others to respond? And whats the Sanctuary or whatever he called it.... Is it really a safe place for mutants? She thought to herself as she decided to think about it later. She turned her attention toward the male, who had just introduced himself as Dominic. She nodded to him. She rolled her eyes at him. "Why what's wrong with drawing in the rain?" She asked almost in a confused manner, although it was clear she was curious as of to why he had said that. She didn't see anything wrong with her hobbies, even if they were a bit strange to most people.
She nodded to what he had said. "Makes sense." She commented. "And yeah snacks do coast allot nowadays. Cabs are also going up in price." She said knowing what he meant, and she had to agree with him. Prices were awful high lately, which was why she had raise her precess on her drawings and paintings.
Zahira blinked lightly at the question. "Oh I'm Zahira, Zahira Night." She said with a small smile. "And thanks, I think..." She said, she hadn't really gotten many compliments before, so she didn't really know how to react to them.
"Um....nothing I guess. If that's your thing, by all means, go for it," Dominic replied when she asked him what was wrong with drawing in the rain. "I like the rain myself...I just don't normally sit out in it this late at night. I tend to curl up on my bed and spend my rainy days snoozing." he said scratching his nose.
"So...where are you headed?" he asked curiously. "I mean, I can walk you home if you want. I live at the Xavier Institute not too far from here. Don't know about that Sanctuary place that Garrett guy was talking about, but I know first hand that the Mansion is a great place for mutants." he explained. "I mean, that's if you are one I mean. Kind of irrelevant information if you're not" he laughed nervously, is dimples appearing on his blushed cheeks.
Zahira nodded to him, when he had said there was nothing wrong with her little hobby. She was glad he did or else things would of gotten complicated. She shrugged her shoulders. "Seems like a pretty nice way to spend a day when it rains." She commented lightly.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "I was just heading home, to my apartment." She said calmly. She blinked when he said he had lived at the mansion and then said he was a mutant. "Yer a mutant too?" She asked almost thinking he was joking around with her. "X-mansion? I.... was thinking of going there, but never really saw the reason for it.... I always thought if I did go there, I'd be getting a few restrictions and curfew and other things like that.... or in other terms have be all social and having to follow more rules then the rules at school and the rules of this city." She commented shrugging her shoulders. "As for that Sanctuary place I don't even know where that is." She added with an uncaring shrug of her shoulders.
"Heh, that I am. And from your reaction, I'm guessing you're one also." Dominic smiled as he started to become more comfortable around Zahira. Knowing that he was speaking to his own kind made things a bit more at ease for him. He listened to her thoughts about the X-mansion and what her expectations were. He couldn't help but chuckle at her assumptions.
"You got it wrong. I mean, there are rules like all places to keep everyone safe and keep things orderly, but as long as you have common sense you won't break any of those rules. The mansion is pretty much a giant dormitory for mutants. The rooms are by no means small though. They're really nice. Then there's a pool, basketball courts, a lake in the back...it's really cool. Not to mention that everything is free. Food and all. Sounds to good to be true, but it's all true." Dominic said.
"Though...my older brother teaches there and he is my guardian...and I have a curfew. I was actually supposed to be home over an hour ago, but like I said. I had to walk cause of my lack of funds. That's just me though. You wouldn't get a curfew, you'd be able to come and go as much as you'd like and at any time of the day..." he explained. "I'm not trying to recruit, but if you ever want to come check it out for yourself, you're more than welcome to. You can talk to my bro or any of the instructors there." he assured her with a smile.
"If you don't mind, I can walk you home. I'm already dead for breaking curfew, I can stay out and see you home safely. Even if you don't want, I figure I'd ask anyway. It's the chivalrous thing to do."
Zahira blinked at him. "I did just say I was one." She commented lightly. She listened to what he said very carefully so as to not miss hear anything and miss anything important.
She listened as he said she had it all wrong. Not that she minded she was glad she wrong. "Yeah.... I got that part." She blinked when he siad it was free. She fidgeted slightly. "I don't know... cause nothing comes without a price.... free food and free board? What's in it for them? I mean they must have something up their sleeves that they want from us for us eating their food and getting a room.... and using their equipment..." She stopped herself before she could continue on her long list of things that the mansion may have.
She nodded to him when he said he had a brother that teaches there. "That's cool. Sucks that you have restrictions." She said with a shrug of her shoulders. She didn't fully understand the whole parents and children thing or the sibling thing, cause she never stayed in one place for very long, and even when she did its not like could get close to people and share a bond like that with people. "I know yer not." She said. "But if I do want to, I think I'd reather talk to yer brother..." She said calmly.
"Umm sure if you want to." She said. She fidgeted slightly. "If you don't mind meh asking... what are yer powers?" She asked looking away from him, just incase he would get angry with her for asking such a question.
"Trust me, it's all free. The only thing they want is to help other mutants. Like us," Dominic explained. "Yeah, the restrictions do suck. I've only been with my bro for only a couple weeks. We've been separated since we were younger, just fond him after 13 years. He's all I got. I like him, but sometimes I think he takes the big brother, guardian gig a bit too seriously..." Dominic sighed as he thought about the countless times Sam had yelled at him, not to mention hitting him, but that wasn't up for discussion. Apparently his abilities were.
"I don't mind you asking at all. My powers are kind of lame though." he chuckled. "I can copy animal abilities by absorbing their DNA." he said. "Any animal I touch with my skin, I involuntary absorb them. Not just this abilities, their behaviors also. I've had some trouble controlling it..." he laughed nervously remembering when he had been caught drinking out of Sam's husky puppy Thor's water bowl.
"A brief demonstration...well a while back, I absorbed a squirrel..." the blonde teen said running and leaped over towards a near by tree and scurried up to the top branch with no difficulty at all. "Though I can only use one ability at a time. Squirrels are excellent climbers, don't you agree?" he yelled and then fell back first out of the tree, flipping his body over and landing feet first onto the rain soaked ground. "And cats always land on their feet." he said giving a slight bow to Zahira after his performance. "Heh, but yeah. Enough about me. What can you do? You shoot fire crackers or something?" he chuckled.
