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.
The Taxi driver was humming a stupid, catchy tune. Maxwell tried to ignore him, his forehead pressed against the cool glass. It was almost midnight, by the clock on the Taxi dashboard. "So, Pal, where yah goin'?" Max's forehead crinkled in irritation. His gloved hand twitched, off its own accord. He placed his right hand on it, looking down suspiciously. "I don't know." He finally replied, in his clear, but soft British accent. "I've only just arrived in America. I thought about staying in a hotel but there all either outrageously expensive or complete shambles." The Taxi driver turned in his seat, grinning a stupid grin that Max had come to release meant that the man was going to use the combination of Limy, England and Queen. "Er... Pull over here, please." He asked, trying to smile.
He was out of the car before the man could say anything else and quickly paid him, setting off in the opposite direction the car was going in. He thought about getting another taxi, but his attention was caught by something unusual. A tree. In New York City. A smile flashed across his face before he stuffed his hands into his pocket, walking down the road that lead into Central Park. The most famous park in the world... He thought with a grin, casting his gaze here and there. When he came to a path that led away from the road, he eagerly followed it, exploring the home grown semi-woodland. It wasn't like anything in England. Too spread out. He blinked and shook his head. He was thinking too much of hom- Of back there.
His wandering had brought him to a small pond, with an iron railing around it. Max found himself a park bench, though. After a quick inspection (and realization that no where was clean) he dropped himself onto it and stretched out his legs. It was nice to have peace, even though the sounds of The city outside could still be heard. But with peace, came reflection. And reflection wasn't something that he wanted to do. He brought his left hand out of his pocket, staring at the gloved fingers with a sad look. This was why he was here. An illegal Immigrant and a mutant. Two very unwanted things in the U.S of A. But the people had been nice to him, had laughed and joked with him. But the fear niggled away at him, burrowed out of the self-confident layer he had laid on top of it. Calmly, he put his gloved hand down on the metal armrest of the bench. With a squeeze, the metal squealed and screeched its disapproval. When he took his hand away, four round finger prints were left.
A female was already in the tree before the male's arrival to the park. Why was she here? Well she was mainly always here when there was nothing else to do, or the fact that the city was much too crowded for her liking. Yes it was always something with. An excuse to go to the park and get away from the crowdedness of city.
The female was Zahira, Zahira Night. Zahira was wearing her normal attire, which considered of a black long sleeved shirt, with a hoodie over it, and a black cloak, along with black jeans that covered her black combat boots, and finally the normal black gloves. Kind of unusual for someone of her age to wear, but oh well she had her reasons, and she really didn't care what anyone thought. With a small shake of her head, she looked down at the pad of paper that was in her hand, being held up by the leg that was resting up against the other left leg that was dangling off one of the higher branches of the tree that she was in. She up maybe two, three or four branches from the ground, and could go all the way up the tree if she wished. Although she hadn't.
The sound of squealing and screeched metal, had nearly caught her off guard, and would of made anyone else fall off the tree branch, but she quickly regained her composer and balance, but since she hadn't been paying too much attention to her surroundings, like she should of been, she wouldn't have had to have been worried about being caught off guard. Oh well its not like many would be able to see her anyway. Her odd colored eyes drifted back to her drawing that was of the night sky, and its reflection on the water below. Oh well her drawing was finished anyway, so it didn't really matter to her, if she was interrupted or not anymore. She silently flipped the notebook closed and put the pencil into her hoodie pocket, while she put the notebook into the wide deep pocket of her cloak.
She glared down at the male, with a light irritated expression etched onto her pale face that was hidden behind her hair, that was just falling over her face as she looked down at the male. "What did that bench ever do to ya?" She called down lightly toward the male, as she kept rooted in her spot on the tree. Pretty sure he could hear her from her tree branch.
Maxwell had begun to twist the metal, venting some of his frustration on the inanimate object, when he heard the voice above him. Startled, he pulled his hand away as if he had been burnt and turned in his seat. He looked, for a brief moment, at the trees near the path, before he realised the noise had come from above. He looked up, into the dark tree brenches, and spotted someone hovering in the darkness. Fear, about being caught out, pushed him to his feet. He turned around and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Er..." Max paused for the briefest of moments before putting on a smile. "It's already ruined my coat, I thought about getting my own back." He laughed, or atleast tried to, cast his gaze down the path to make sure no one else was lurking around. "But... But..." Now, he was trying to think up ways that solid iron could be bent that easily, to explain away the fact that he was a mutant. "But it was light work. Seems someone was chisling away at it..."
His eyes went down, to the ground. It was a weak excuse but he didn't feel like trying to hard. He snuck a look at the girl (He assumed she was a she. The voice sounded feminine. "Hello there, I'm..." He paused for a moment, then decided that telling her his first name wouldn't be too much harm. "I'm Max. And you would be?" He was attempting to keep the smile up, but it was hurting his cheeks now. His left hand twitched, inside his coat pocket. "Not that I am in anyway feeling you oblidge me with an answer. But its an oddity that someone should be sitting in a tree in the middle of the night. Unless they're an owl. Or an Owl snatcher." He laughed, uncomfortably, seemingly unable to actually look at the girl.
Zahira laughed at him and his response. She hadn't expecting him to answer so openly. Mostly everyone she met had been rather secretive about themselves. "Relax." She called down to him, as she jumped down from the tree branches and landed on the grassy ground of the tree, and walked into the moon light to get a better look at the male and so that he could get a better look at herself as well.
"So that's why ya took revenge against the bench." She said off handedly. "Don't need ta lie, it'd be stupid ta, when yer talking to another one like yerself." She added as she walked toward him, and stopped a few feet from him. "Nice to meet ya Matt.... I'm Zahira." She said with a small smile. "Owl snatcher.... I'll take that as a compliment, but if ya must. I was drawing." She said as she raised an eye brow at him. "Ya don't have to smile.... I won't bite ya for frowning." She added as she frowned slightly at him.
Relax? He thought to himself, with the tiniest of a sarcastic smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. How can I relax? Ever? He watched her, this strange girl (Although, who could he call strange?) jump from the branches and make her way towards him. Max tried not to step back too far, but it was instinct. He moved his gloved hand behind his body, hiding it from sight. He listened carefully to what she said, picking through the information she had told him. Lightning quick, he formed as much as an appropiate respone as he could.
"Its Max, Zahira..." He smiled a bit, although there was obviously a point under the voice. "And its nice to meet you." The temptation to hold his left hand for a hand shake was pushed down. "I think its always to smile. Gives off a comfortable aura about someone." He paused, wondering whether or not he should go over the last point he had in mind. Max decided to, anyway. "What do you mean... Another one like yourself?" An inkling had formed inside his head, telling him that the lie he had formed did not work. That meant that Zarhira knew what he was... And was one too.
Zahira rolled her eyes, more at herself then him for not hearing him correctly and getting his name wrong right of the bat. "Oh sorry. I couldn't really hear ya from up in the tree." She said waving her hand toward the tree she was only moments ago.
Zahira was glad he didn't want to shake hands.... she was feeling a bit reluctant to do so anyway. She shrugged her shoulders at his response. "That's one way to look at it, I guess." She said calmly. She blinked at him. "No normal human could of done that...." She paused as she pointed lightly to the bench he had maimed. "So yer a mutant..." she said calmly. Her eyes darted around her like a deer in headlights. "As I am one as well." She added with a small shrug of her shoulders.
He half watched the girl, eying her expressions as she talked. His mistrust of people had grown ever so more, that he even wondered if she really was a mutant, or just trying to see if he was. The moment she looked around nervously, however, he recognized the same fear. The fear of being caught, or of being found out. It created the smallest of bonds between the two. Fugitives...
A stone crunched underneath his foot. He played with it for a moment, leaving a silence between the two of them. What was he going to say back? 'Oh, Goody! I thought I was the only one! So wonderful to meet somebody just like me!' A small smirk passed over his face before he finally looked up and said softly. "Yes... I am." Another brief, awkward silence, where he briefly wrestled with a thought. Finally, he asked. "If its not too personal... What can you do?"
This interested him most. He knew about his powers but had only ever heard of other mutants powers and seen those that had been caught by News helicopters. He didn't like his own power much. It seemed dangerous and couldn't be used to save anyone, really. He probably punch a bad guy into goo, but if his glove was damaged in the fight and he was outside... Max shuddered. In his mind, he heard a boom being echoed across all of New York. Then, a mushroom cloud rising from one of the streets below. Buildings topple and debris are tossed up into the air. I really hope that never happens...
Zahira frowned slightly. She didn't like talking about her powers and she really didn't like telling other people about them either. Now it was her turn to fidget uncomfortably for a moment or two. "I don't mind telling.... its just that people act weird when they find out what I can do..." She said shaking her head lightly. She walked over to the tree she had been in and climbed up earlier that night, and took off her right handed glove, and put it to the tree.
She waited for five minutes to pass....
Once five minutes passed the tree started to Wilt, wither and die. The bark got old rotten and blackened, the leaves turned black and got blown away with the wind of the storm. She slipped her glove back on. "I can..... well.... I can... kill things.... plants, flowers, animals, humans, mutants." She said. "But thats only if people touch any part of my skin with their own skin. Ya know skin to skin contact, for five minutes... but when I get angry or mad... the time limit decreases and it takes a shorter amount of time for me to kill something or someone, the longer I stay angry.... the shorter the time limit is..." She explained just encase he didn't understand what she had just did. "Don't worry.... I'm not psycho... I don't go around killing people...." She said quickly, not wanting to get mistaken for some phsyco killer.
"Now, Max, what's yer powers?" She asked in a semi-calm voice her voice holding slight fear, not at him, but at his reaction to her powers.
When Zahira frowned, Maxi felt a pang of regret in asking her to show off her mutant power. He didn't know much about her background, where she was from or where she was heading, but she seemed to be like him, so she probably wanted to hide. His train of thought was lost when she told him she didn't mind. He watched her, remove a glove (Odd that powers revolve around touch) and move to wards the Tree. She placed her hand on the branch and...
A long silence passed. Maxwell watched uncomfortably, steadily becoming more and more nervous as he listened out for anyone wandering by this late at night. And then his eyes widened. The tree was dieing. He was startled when she told him that she could kill things... But the way she did it... It made him shudder, even when he was reassured that she wasn't a serial killer. When she asked about his power, he shifted nervously from foot to foot. Making sure that no one was around, he pulled up the coat and shirt and his left arm, to the bicep. A few scars were revealed there, tracing down the muscle under the long black glove.
Maxwell took a deep breath and pulled the glove slowly off. Where his skin ended, a crystal arm started. Frosty, but completely see through, it glittered in the night lights of Central park. The nearest street lamp began to flicker though. There was a sudden explosion, the bulb showering into a thousand pieces. Electricity streamed straight to his things tips, sparkling and burning the air around it. Now, little blue sparks ran through the foggy crystal.
Max didn't want that to happen. He let out a shout of alarm and turned to the lake, pointing his fingers at the water. The electricity shot out, in a straight bolt, into the water. There, it sizzled as it was spread into the pond. As soon as it was gone, Max pulled on his glove and shoved his hand in his pocket, carefully pulling his sleeve down. "So... That's my power, Zahira..." He weakly smiled, his eyes darting to look at the street lamp.
Zahira stuffed her hands into her cloak pockets. She smiled at him, but it was sort of forced, which it was. She had seen him shutter. Which could only mean he was afraid of her or her powers. But to her, they were the same. He was afraid of her powers, which also meant he was afraid of her.
Zahira watched as he removed his glove and then his jacket. She watched his crystal arm. In her eyes it was really pretty. But would he get mad if said it was? Oh well here's death wish number 1. "I must admit... yer crystallized arm is very.... pretty from my point of view." She said with a smile, as she watched his power activate. She blinked watching as the lightning reacted. "Whoa, that was cool!" She said in a calm voice, so it didn't sound like one of those stupid people from a TV show where a normal human sees someone using superpowers.
Zahira noticed his darted gaze. Why was he ashamed of such a cool power? He didn't kill people just touching them? Or having someone put their bare hand on her bare arm and die, now did he? He could at least do things that she would never be able to do. "So... what made ya decide to come to New York? If you don't mind me asking." She asked him.
Maxwell blinked once or twice, when she commented that his arm was pretty. It probably was, from the outside. But each time he looked at it, he saw his father laid on the carpet of library, his face bleeding. He repressed this memory and looked at her smile. Two frauds, trying to pass themselves off as unbroken. He half smiled, genuinely. "New York? Well, I decided that I no longer liked good manners, reasonable prices and cleanliness..." He half laughed to himself at that, but he was still pretty shaken by the lightning incident.
Max moved to the iron railings, leaning his elbows on them and staring down into the water below. His reflection rippled back at him. His eyes kept sliding to his left hand. "It is pretty..." He half murmured to himself, eyes half open. "But I can't feel with it. No heat, no sensation at all. Apart from the rush I get when I absorb energy. But that caused this!" He pointed at his gray roots, which made him look much older then he was.
His face looked pretty bad already. Jet Lag hadn't worn off yet and he doubt it would for while, so his eyes had dark rings under them. There was a gaunt look on his face too. Probably all that time he spent on that Cargo ship. Fluorescent lights ruin a persons skin tone. Max half laughed to himself before turning to look at Zahira. "Well, since I showed you mine after you showed me yours, I think we should get a cup of coffee or something."
Zahira nodded to him. She could tell there was something more to it then just that, but she had her secrets and he had his, and she didn't want to pry. "Yes that is the downfall of living in New York..." She said with a shrug of her shoulders. "But ya get use to it." She added.
She nodded to what he said. At least ya can feel the rest of yer body. She said shaking her head at him. "That sucks... my powers just make me paranoid, and afraid of social contact even with these gloves on and these layers of clothes. Then again that might just be my Tactile Defensiveness though." She said shrugging again, not really caring that she had just given away one of her weaknesses.
Zahira hadn't been looking her best either. She hadn't been on the best side of things either. Even though her apartment was crappy, it was all that she could afford, and with having to go to school, and having an apartment to worry about paying the monthly rent, and don't even get her started on food, she could barely afford to eat, with the little money she was making off of her paintings and drawings she was doing. She had to be careful how she spent her money and what she spent it on, she already knew how she was going to get out of this place, hitch hike or steal a car, or become a stowaway. Either one would work for her at the end of the year of New York. That's how she got to New York anyway, hitch hike, and stowaway on the backs of trucks that had things attached to the backs of the trucks. Zahira looked over at him, curiously. "Umm sure for coffee or something." She said shrugging her shoulders, cause she didn't mind where they went.
"Oh god..." He muttered, shaking his head. "I really hope I don't get use to it. That'd be like... Like giving up on humanity." He laughed lightly. Max stopped when she began to talk about her powers. He sighed and his shoulders slummped. "Mmm. I guess theres a feeling of being an outcast when you're a mutant. One of the draw backs to having powers I think... But less about depressing stuff. Come on, theres a starbucks back down here and I wanna try it American-oh."
He smiled, slowly walking the way he came with his hands in his pockets. Max took up to kicking a stone as he did before he finally asked, "So, where do you live in New York? I assume you live here, because it sounds like you've already gotten use to it... And what do you do? Jobwise?"
Zahira looked at him calmly. "Yer telling me. I've been living here for a while, and I don't like it, but I'm use to it." She said shaking her head and sighing to herself. She smiled slightly at his atempt to get her off the depressing subject. "Yeah, that's the downfall of having powers. Anyways lets go." She said with a small grin.
She blinked at him. She shook her head and followed him. "I live in a crappy cheap apartment cause I still go to school. Yet I dont' waste money on the field trips." She said shrugging her shoulders. "What I do for a living?" Zahira asked. "Well I draw and paint things and sell them to people who ask me to paint them somethin'" She said nodding as she said it.
"All alone?" He asked softly, his head titling. He knew what that felt like, especially in a country far, far away from what he called home. He turned and walked backwards, down the path, looking over his shoulder now and again to make sure that he didn't walk into a lampost or anything. His head was titled, nodding along every and then. "Crappy Cheap Apartmen? Well, atlest you don't have to switch hotels every now and then." He was genuinely interested in the comments about drawing and painting. "Really? Mmm..." He twisted around and began walking next to Zahira. "I like to play the piano. But I haven't done it for a really long time. I miss it now."
