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.
Flynn was walking along that rainy evening when he heard a cry of distress. Trained as he was by the army, he moved to investigate the source. The light rain hadn't stopped the jogger; and neither had it stopped the two muggers that had her backed up against the tree. Luckily, none of them had seen Flynn in the darkness.
Quickly Flynn went invisible and moved forward, not making a sound. Would that he could scare them by making some sort of ghostly noise but he was silent when using his ability. Of course, it also allowed him to be deadly, as he was trained to be. An eyewitness to a mutant working over two would be muggers wasn't wanted either though; so Flynn rethought his course of action as he moved behind the one on the left. So caught up in their spiel to the woman, trying to keep her from rabbiting, that this one didn't realize it when Flynn tied his shoelaces together. Moving with haste, Chris got up and moved off to the right, behind a small bush where he became visible once more. Pulling the small bottle of whiskey out of his pocket he rose up and put on his best drunken airs. "Wassadat? Whass goinnn? Goots annny chaaange?" He 'staggered' toward them, ten feet separating them.
The two looked over at Chris, thinking him some wino and the one on the left moved toward his prize, to keep her still while his buddy took care of Flynn. At least he tried to, for on his first step he tripped and went flat down on his face. The woman and the other mugger looked at the fallen man, and in the instant they were both distracted Flynn moved the last step, fading from view as he swung the bottle around hard onto the man's head. The mugger went quickly into the dark embrace of concussion city. Flynn watched as the woman noticed that both of her assailants were incapacitated and ran off into the rainy night.
As Chris picked crumpled up bills out of the unconscious man's pocket, his friend redid his shoe laces. Neither man was the wiser that a mutant had foiled their robbery attempt.
Posted by Luke Jacobs on May 3, 2009 18:21:30 GMT -6
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Wraith moved silently through the shadows as he went along his normal patrol path. So far the night had been quiet, just the way he liked them. Over the past several weeks he had spent far to little time with Raina and the last thing he needed was a crime spree to start that would keep them apart even now that Raina was starting to get her free time back.
Deciding to cut his patrol short, Wraith decided to take a shortcut through the shadows of Central Park. But as he went his sensitive hearing suddenly picked up what sounded like cries of help. Picking up the pace, though still maintaining his silence, Wraith rushed along until he was about twenty feet from the four figures. One was a woman that was backed up against a tree, two were her apparent attackers, and one was the shadowy humanoid form of a good Samaritan that was about to get his butt kicked.
Freezing in place, Wraith tried to come up with the best way to handle the situation when suddenly something strange happened. The good samaritan made crawled over to one of the attackers and tied his shoelaces together without being spotted. Then moving off to the right, within clear view of the attackers, he ducked behind a bush.
"What the..." Wraith murmured to himself as he tried to figure out how the attackers hadn't spotted the man.
A few minutes later the masked avenger was just shaking his head in shock as he watched the good Samaritan clean out the attackers pockets and then begin to walk away from the site of his heroics.
"That was nice work." Wraith's voice was like ice as he moved from the shadows and looked directly toward where the man was standing. It was strange but for some reason he couldn't pick up details about how this person looked. He couldn't make out facial features or anything... all he could see was that the man, identified by the voice from earlier, was most deffinately humanoid. "You do this kind of thing often?"
Flynn couldn't understand how the costumed one could see him, and since it didn't matter, he reappeared. "Ummm thanks friend. That woman was going to get hurt if I didn't do something." Then he thought about his taking the mugger's money. "Look, I'm new to the city and I figured a good punishment for them was to lose what they would've taken, their money.
Flynn studied the vigilante. He had a long staff and a utility belt. He hand' seen any photos of him in the newspapers or on any of the TVs he had seen in store front windows. "Ummm, So who might you be? They call me Flynn. I wish I had a costume like yours. I wouldn't have to be worried about people seeing my face. I could do lots more out here then."
Chris was afraid he was rambling and shut up. He was sort of in awe at coming across a living, breathing superhero. He wondered, did this guy fly, or shoot lightning bolts from the end of his staff.... What else did this guy want with him. Just a 'Good show old chap' and then fly away or the like. Flynn just stared at the costumed adventurer, waiting for him to say something and trying not to look taken aback.
Then he realized something. "Hey, how did you see me when I was invisible anyways?"
Posted by Luke Jacobs on May 3, 2009 22:21:32 GMT -6
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"Taking their money is no more than they deserved." Wraith replied quietly as the shadow before him suddenly changed into a defined image. Now he could make out the other man's facial features but he still couldn't figure out exactly what had changed.
"A costume like mine just means you have something to hide." The costumed man spoke, dismissing Flynn's comment without the slightest hesitation, "But if you really want one they're not exactly hard to come by. Either make one yourself or pay different people to make the different parts. But, I'm known on the streets as Wraith. And it's nice to know you Flynn. Most people won't take action when they see something happening."
Even a lot of mutants hid from revealing their abilities. They could watch someone getting hurt and yet stand idly by simply because they didn't want to face persecution. Although, he had to wonder if he was really all that much better. Sure he did something about the problems he saw, but he still hid his face so that he wouldn't deal with the persecution. Sure, publicly he was known as a mutant but no one knew that Luke Jacobs was also wraith.
"So that's why you looked different..." Wraith muttered to himself raising his voice back up to normal volume in order to answer the man's question. "I don't see the same way most people see so your invisibility doesn't affect me the same way. I could tell you were different because you were more shadowy than anyone I'd seen before, but you weren't completely invisible. That's just the way things go when the X-Gene's involved."
"A costume like mine just means you have something to hide." "Just my identity. My family and friends think I'm dead. I can't go back so it's best I stay dead. And I want to help people. Like you do. Perhaps we could do so together.
"That's just the way things go when the X-Gene's involved." That was his story, he was a mutant like Flynn, a kindred spirit. he wondered what this guy's motivation was. there wasn't any time to think about that though. A gunshot rang out from a little ways away. That sounded Iike it was out of the park. Want to go check it out?" Flynn went invisible again, and ran off in the direction of the sound, knowing any superhero worth their salt would answer yes and come racing to help as well. He ran a good two hundred yards before he broke out of the park's tree line. Chris Flynn looked outward and saw something terrible.
Posted by Luke Jacobs on May 4, 2009 13:56:35 GMT -6
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At the sound of the gunshot Wraith's head immediately swiveled in the apropriate direction as his eyes narrowed beneath the mask. Without the slightest hesitation his new friend went charging off into danger once again with the costume clad avenger right behind him. Flynn was deffinately fit and from the way he ran it was obvious that he had been through some sort of training in the past. Whether the training had been self-inflicted or was part of an organization was still a question that currently remained unanswered.
Breaking through the tree-line right behind Flynn, Wraith's sonar swept across a 70 yard area, immediately identifying the horrible problem. A young male in his early teens was stretched out on the ground unmoving while a young woman about the same age was backed up against the wall of a nearby building. Four or five gangbangers stood in a semi-circle around her, taunting her as one man theatrically lifted his revolver and pretended to blow smoke from the barrel.
"Shoulda come with us babe. I told you this loser was going nowhere fast." The slightly older teenager said with an obvious smirk in his voice as he turned his gun toward the young woman, "Now make your choice. Come with me or die with your friend."
Wraith had seen plenty of horrific sites in this city and even though this was most deffinately one of the worse, he maintained his silence as he charge forward. Reaching to his back he pulled out the baton that was stowed in its holder on the small of his back. Quickly whipping it forward in a powerful throw, the weapon whistled through the air before slamming into the shooter's gun hand and sending the weapon flying.
"Back off!" He shouted the order, his speed never slowing as he closed the gap on his targets, "Leave the girl alone and I won't hurt you!"
Flynn noticed the scene and moved invisibly to the guy lying on the ground. He felt for a pulse and was rewarded with a faint 'Thump Thump' from him. It looked like the bullet had hit the guy in the shoulder blade but Flynn wasn't going to move him on his side to see if it was a clean shot, exiting out the back. Such actions would spook the bangers, possibly making one of them shoot the man again, thinking he was getting up. he heard the sound of the baton smacking into the gunman's hand, and the skittering gun came to a stop five feet away from his position. It was a .45 revolver, not a nine mill like he had been trained with.
One of the other gang members started swinging a chain around. He laughed at wraith as two bangers brandished knives and started to move toward Wraith. The gunner went for his gun , and Flynn made his move. He made his way to the chain wielder and popped his hand upward to grab the guy's elbow, he popped his forearm into the chain man's forearm, causing his chain to pitch over, smacking the head of the gunman reaching for his gun. Hearing the 'Thunk' of metal on skull he reached his first arm into the man's grasp, taking the rod that held the chain from him in a disarming motion. Flynn ducked under the still swinging chain and brought it back up and wrapping it around the man's neck. The end smacked him in the head , dazing him and Flynn yanked hard, pulling the man off his feet and into the groggy gunman. He grabbed up the gun and threw it far into the alley.
He ran over to the woman dropping his invisibility. "Are you OK lady? If you have a phone, call 911 and get you friend an ambulance. He's alive but bad off. We'll handle these miscreants!" He faded back out from sight, feeling great to be helping a real superhero handle real bad guys. Saving the woman in distress and all that. This was his calling, he felt it deep down inside, This is what he was born a mutant for. He turned back to see how Wraith was doing.
Posted by Luke Jacobs on May 4, 2009 22:00:42 GMT -6
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As the shadow that was Flynn moved in to take care of chain man and the formerly gun wielding leader, Wraith focused on the two knife wielding hoodlums. Even though he had disarmed their leader so easily the two continued to call out threats as they moved toward the costumed crime fighter. Not bothering to give the men any sort of response, Wraith simply retrieved his collapsible staff from its holder on the small of his back and then immediately extended the weapon.
The shocked expression on the two teen's faces was priceless and it was all Wraith could do to keep from smiling. Two untrained punks with knives up against a trained fighter wielding a staff...
The fighter was even shorter than Wraith had expected and by the time Flynn was turning back around to help him he was collapsing his staff and stowing it on his back once again while standing over two unconscious bodies. After nodding at the woman that now stared right through the invisible Flynn and toward his own costumed form Wraith turned and moved toward the shadows.
"You handle yourself well. Police force or maybe military?" Wraith complimented before finishing with a question. After all, if he was going to be working with someone he would have to know their capabilities.
"Airborne, special ops," Flynn said when he reappeared. "Did a tour in a small country you've probably never heard of. Wasn't pretty." He helped tie the group up. "We should get out of here before the cops arrive. You got a Wraith mobile or something?" Flynn chuckled as he moved back across the street, willing himself invisible. He knew that Wraith could somehow see him, so he'd easily be able to keep up.
When he was a ways away, Flynn reappeared and leaned up against a tree. He took his flask out of his pocket and took a swig. Wraith asking about his training sparked the memory of the Op where his team died. Where he had died. All because his power had kicked in. He hadn't known it at the time and when he called out on the radio no sound had come out of his mouth. He didn't know enough to turn it off, and his team had paid the price. He had taken each of the rebels down in the factory. But even their deaths in revenge hadn't made him feel any less a failure.
The locals had called him 'the ghost of the woods.' He couldn't figure how to turn visible for nearly two months, except for a few minutes here and there. He had saved a drowning child when they had first coined the name. He had come out of the water holding the child. water dripping from his dorm. He could make no sound so the locals had thought him a ghost, who had returned the child. When he walked off into the jungle to retrieve his gear they had tried to follow him,' but the temperate region dried him off so quickly that he was untraceable to the naked eye within minutes.
The silence was deafening to him out there., alone for those months with only his thoughts. It had taken another two months to train himself to change at will. It was like flicking a switch with his mind. Of course, by then he was presumed dead by the Army but that part of his life was over. The 'training Op' that had resulted in his squad's death was a painful memory he lived with every day.
Posted by Luke Jacobs on May 5, 2009 9:19:55 GMT -6
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Military training deffinately fit with what Wraith had seen from Flynn thus far. He was a little more talkative than most military professionals but the fact he was ex-military could easily explain that.
"No Wraith mobile." The costume man replied with a quiet chuckle as he moved along with the man, taking up a position a few feet away from Flynn with his own back against a different tree, "Occasionally I use a motorcycle but rarely. Traffic can be a nightmare in this city, even at night."
Flynn was an interesting individual and since he had helped Wraith deal with several situations he felt that it was worth it to delay his patrol for a few minutes and chat with the man. "So what brings you to New York? There are plenty of cities with high crime rates. What made you pick this one?"
"So what brings you to New York? There are plenty of cities with high crime rates. What made you pick this one?"
His statement brought Flynn back to the here and now. "Huh? What...oh Sorry. I was thinking about something else there. Flynn shook the cobwebs out as he put the flask back in his pocket. "I don't know what actually brought me here. I was down south on the run for being a mutant and it was like something called me. I can't tell exactly what it was. Lie a voice in my head, leading me here. I've been here a week and I still haven't any clues as to what led me here. All I've found is a good place to get Chili Dogs. I've had to squat at a abandoned brownstone not far from here and mug muggers since my funds ran out. I need to get to a locker t grand central station. I left my duffel there. abandoned brownstones aren't too safe to leave things at. My Kevlar' s in there ad I should keep that close if I'm going to fight people with guns while I search for answers. So how did you get into the crime fighting game? "
Posted by Luke Jacobs on May 5, 2009 18:55:02 GMT -6
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"Europe." Wraith replied rather succinctly when it came time to answer a question. Flynn's story had been different than his own but the end results had been much the same. Even though the two of them came from different backgrounds with different resources they had both made the same decision. "I traveled Europe and saw both the good and the depravity of mankind. Something had to be done so I stepped in to fill the voice. I liked being overseas but my home has always been New York City so I had to come back."
There was far more to the story that Wraith was actually telling but that was all he was willing to provide for the moment. Perhaps one day Flynn would earn the full story but until that time a surface skim of the details would have to be enough. However, he had gained enough of Wraith's trust to provide one other thing. Reaching into the pouch on his belt Wraith dug around until he pulled out one of the items he kept for in costume emergencies.
"Take this." He said as he tossed the $500 prepaid American Express card over to the other man. "It doesn't require identification and it's still full because I haven't needed it yet."
Flynn took the card and graciously thanked the hero. He knew exactly what to do with the money. He related his idea to get the proper items to make a costume. As they walked, Flynn described his costume idea, He would gather the materials he needed from various shops so as not to get everything at one spot, Then he would sew it all together, adding his micro Kevlar insert from his gear. The belt he already had only needed him to stop at a army surplus store to get more pouches, and he had his service weapon still, Though he told Wraith that if he knew someone who could modify it to shoot tranq darts instead of bullets h would trade the ammo he still had and work the payment out somehow to cover any difference. He didn't want to have to ever kill someone again.
" I like your baton and staff set up. Something that long, pointing to the staff, wouldn't stay invisible on me if I just held it in my hand. I was thinking though that there must be something I could use. Ahh, I'll get a set of brass knuckles and mate them to the gloves. Would you like to meet up in a few days and perhaps patrol some more?
Flynn's enthusiasm was increasing. This couldn't be anything but good. Becoming a superhero and saving lives. Protecting th innocent from the evil doers of the world. All h was going to need was a superhero name that would strike fear into the hearts of bad guys. " Hyde!. I'll call myself Hyde. Like hide and seek." He smiled at his revelation. He stopped his walk and looked over at Wraith to see his reacion.."You know you must know some good skills to take the two knife guys out before I even turned around. Would you like to trade some moves? The better prepared a warrior...well Sun Tzu says, ' Opportunities multiply as they are seized. If nothing else, I can teach you to juggle."'
Flynn chuckled as he took three rocks from the ground and proceeded to juggle them. He closed his eyes after a few correct throws, having gained a feel for each individual rock's weight and area. The rocks continued along at the same rate, crisscrossing each other as he threw them in an arc from hand to hand. He opened them again and smiled a mischievous smile. He flung each one in succession as they landed in his left hand at a nearby waste bin. Each rock clanged into the bin within inches of the original.
Posted by Luke Jacobs on May 5, 2009 20:58:07 GMT -6
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It was rather amusing to listen to Flynn getting so excited about the idea of fighting crime as a costumed avenger. Sure, Wraith had talked to his ice-mancer friend about working together on patrols but they both knew each other really well. Flynn had only just met him and yet he was already as excited if not more so than wraith's other friend.
"One baton and one collapsible staff that shrinks down to the same size as the baton for easy storage." Wraith replied quietly as he tried to put his mind around the idea of a tranquilizer dart gun. While he personally had no use or interest in using such a weapon there really was no reason why someone else shouldn't. After all, it was still a weapon that would protect human life so how could he disagree with that?
Wraith wasn't completely sure what time it was at that moment but he knew he really needed to get moving. His patrol wasn't finished and as nice as it was talking to Flynn the gangs were just waiting for a night where he didn't show his face.
"Central Park in one week. Same place and time as we met today." Wraith finally said, a slight smile touching his lips as he watched Flynn's display of juggling. "We'll see about taking a few minutes to "trade moves" and then I'll show you the parts of the city that no tour guide will ever take you to. sound good?"
"Aye, same place. I've got to get going as well. The Empire State building is on my list of places to visit. I'm gong to head down there now so I get there by morning. Good luck to you Wraith, "
With that, Flynn waved a cheery good bye and started off down the little jogging path that would lead him out the southern end of the Park. He had a bit to go to get where he intended. He passed by the spot that the Hot Dog vendor Frances sold his wares. 'Best Chili dogs I've ever had,' thought Flynn to himself as he strode on. He lost his thoughts in designing the costume he wanted to create. Most of the items he would place in the belts he could make with the right ingredients. At one point Flynn even entertained the idea of a sidekick that was say a dog or something but brushed it aside rather quickly
Mostly ,the planning for his new endeavor gave him something else to focus on. Flynn almost looked forward to passing time by sleeping. A moment of forgetting the nightmares was a godsend. Flynn didn't know it, but someof his dreams the next time he slept would be about his crime fighting future, not his deadly past. Flynn passed the abandoned brownstone he squatted in and made his way into it for a few hours of slee before he would make his way southward.
