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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Jorge
The call had some in and it could not have been more unusual. Normally situations like this had mutant involvement written all over them, but this time it was different. When the crime scene investigators first arrived, it seemed like your average homicide: body found in an alley, large stab wound to the chest, no witnesses at the time. It seemed like your average call. Then they found a footprint that made absolutely no sense, mainly because, it was large shoe print that seemed too big for your average human.
Of course that meant MRC had to be called. And of COURSE that meant that Jorge would be called to investigate the scene.
“Guess this means Sasquatch has moved into town,” he mumbled to himself as he drove on.
The streets were becoming darker with the onset of night and from each darkened alley, he could see people creeping out like vermin and roaches. Suspicious figures, that’s what they all were. But then again, ever since that night when Andrew accidentally killed a man, every person in an alley seemed suspicious to him. He knew he should not think like that. That is what breeds bitterness, but he could not help it. He would have to work on that later.
As he drove on, the city moved around him until he saw those familiar flashes of red and blue. He rounded the corner and sighed when he saw the crowd gathered, eagerly to take a look around the yellow tape that had been put up. Why is it that people loved to look in at crime scenes? Some were just so morbid and yet, if the word got out, there was always a group there to stand around and get in the way.
He shook his head as he pulled his car off to the side of the alley where the other police vehicles were parked. Once he was out, dressed in his brown leather jacket, a black shirt and jeans he headed towards the crime scene. The detective had to weave in and around the group, got his share of dirty looks and gave it back just as much. As he reached the yellow tape, a uniformed officer tried to stop him from getting too close.
“I’m sorry sir, you cannot get this close to the line!”
Jorge quickly raised his badge, “Detective Cervantes, MRC. I was called in.”
The officer nodded and held the tape up for Jorge to pass under. The detective quickly crossed into the scene and glanced down the alley. The investigators were taking their photos and collected what evidence they could, but they all seemed to avoid one area in particular. He rose a brow as he walked in and announced himself. He was immediately met by the officer who called in the crime and an investigator.
“Busy night?” Jorge asked.
“You could say that,” the officer said. “I was just driving down the street when they open came running out. She was screaming and said that someone was dead. I checked, called it in. It seemed perfectly normal. You know…for a homicide scene.”
Jorge arched his brow again as he turned next to the investigator.
“Well, going off what he said, we found the body and it did look pretty normal,” the investigator shook his head and led Jorge into the alley. “Then we found this and called in the MRC.”
Jorge followed. The alley was dirty. Trash was strewn about, puddle of unidentifiable liquids and scummy goo glistened with the dim lights from the windows above. In the middle of this alley, though, was the body. Looked like no more than eighteen or nineteen. That was going to be a fun call for the parents to get. As he walked up, he noticed that indeed there was a large stab wound. But…it was LARGE. Large than he expected. It looked as if a medieval sword had been run through him. But who goes around with medieval swords in this day and age? Then he remembered he was in New York.
“First, as you can see,” the investigator said as he knelt down, “the wound is very large. But here is what is surprising.” He pointed to a couple of evidence tags that had been laid on the ground near the body.
At first Jorge could see nothing strange, then as he looked closer, he could see the outline of water making two large shapes. At first he wondered what they were…then he saw the treads.
“These are the footprints?” he asked as he knelt down to look them over. “There has to be a mistake. No human footprint could make this shape. It looks so…cartoony.”
“Exactly. That’s why we called you.”
Great… Jorge muttered to himself as he looked between the body and the footprints.
He really could not make heads or tails of this. Then, as he stood up, he told the investigators to continue with their evidence while he checked around for witnesses. As he stepped out of the alley and ignored the flurry of wondering eyes and questions about what happened, he noticed a young body standing off to the sound, a hurt expression on his face. Jorge was about to look past him when the kid, upon seeing Jorge, suddenly waved his hand.
“Officer! Officer please, you have to listen to me!”
Jorge nodded as he headed down and kneeled down to look the boy in the face. He could not have been more than eight or nine years old. “What’s wrong son? You okay?”
“I-I-I…I saw something. I know…who did this...”
“Really? Why haven’t you said anything yet?” Jorge asked honestly as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his notepad and a pen.
“I tried to, but no one wants to believe me!”
“Okay, calm down, alright? I’ll listen to you.” Jorge replied as he pulled the boy off the side and away from the prying ears of those gathered. Once they were out of earshot, he knelt again and began to jot down a note or two. “Okay, you said you know who did this. Can you describe them for me?”
“I can show you,” he said as he pulled out a small device from his jeans.
At first Jorge had no idea what it was. It was small device, about twice the size of a cellphone. He watched as the kid flipped it open and two screens suddenly lit up. It flashed the word “Nintendo” and the kid began to push buttons from there.
“Kid, what’re you…?”
Then the boy quickly held up the screens to show him.
“Here! That’s who killed the man! It was Link! I saw him myself!”
Jorge slowly took the device from the boy and looked it over curiously. It was a video game…and on the screen flashed the words “The Legend of Zelda”.
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Jorge
Jorge looked puzzled at the screen that was in front of him. The video game that the kid showed him had a short, green-clad character wielding a huge sword. At first the detective figured this was a joke. It had to be. Maybe he was being set up or the kid just needed attention from an adult, but as he looked into the boy’s eyes, he could see the conviction that was there. The kid really believed what he was telling him. He really believed that this elf-like character had been in that alley and ran his sword through the man who was now lying dead.
The detective was simply unsure of what to say. None of the other officers had heard him and a few of the people behind the police line were cramming close to try and catch a glimpse of listen to what the detective was doing. He instead tried to keep as quiet as he could and merely looked at the kid closely. He did not want to automatically disavow the kid’s story, but it was pretty hard to believe. Then again…he could move water.
Still, a video game character running around stabbing people? he thought to himself. Really, what were the chances of that?
He sighed as he stood up and tucked the notepad into his pocket, crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at the kid. The boy really believed this…but could Jorge? Could he set aside everything he ever knew and so much as entertain the thought?
The kid looked up at the grizzly detective and suddenly his face turned angry. He sniffled as he closed his DS and shoved it back into his pocket. “You don’t believe me either! I know what I saw!”
“Kid, calm down okay?” Jorge said softly as he fell to his knee in front of the boy and looked him square in the eye. “I’m sorry, it…is a little hard to believe.” he said to the boy’s hurt expression. But Jorge then smirked gently as he patted his arm. “Let me see that thing again,” he said as he pulled out his notepad once more.
The boy, shocked for a second, smiled as he pulled out the DS and flipped open the screens. Once more the image of the elf hero appeared on the screen. Jorge began to write down whatever details he could gather from the small screen. Once he confirmed the man the boy had seen looked exactly like the character, Jorge thanked him for coming forward. He stood up once more and glanced down the alley. Another of the officers was trying to wave him in.
“Alright kid, did you notice anything else? Did you hear or see anything else that was weird?”
The boy shook his head. “My window was closed and I was doing homework. The only reason I looked down into the alley was because I heard Link doing the war cry he does when he does his spin attack. I thought I left my game on, but there he was outside. He had just stabbed the man with his sword then he ran away.”
Jorge nodded as he took down the details he gathered. He thanked the kid for his help and said he better go home. Once he was sure that the boy had disappeared back into his apartment, he found his way back into the alley and to the officer who was waving him over. The crime scene investigators were finishing their evidence collection and as they did Jorge was pulled aside by the officer in question.
“Detective, we found his identification and ran his name through the system.”
“Any hits?”
“Yea, his name was Darren McClintock. Get this, the guy was a known car jacker. At least fourteen counts of auto theft.”
“So someone got back at him…”
“No, there’s more. He had just started to work with us. He was gathering evidence to take down a car jack ring that has sprouted up in the city.”
Jorge remained quiet for a bit as he looked the officer square in the eyes. Darren, the dead body, was a rat working for the police. Apparently someone must have found this out and decided to silence the man before too much could be found out. The detective already did not like the sound of where any of this was going.
“Any evidence one him?”
The officer sighed as he shook his head. “No. Not anymore. He was going to meet us to turn in a tape that was supposed to have some incriminating evidence. Someone got to him first.”
Jorge sighed and nodded his head. Finally he simply patted his arm. “Keep this quiet, okay? The last thing we need to let out is that informants are dying. This could be completely random.”
“And if it isn’t…sir?”
“Then we have a mess on our hands.” Jorge said as he walked away. He turned back to the crowd that was gathered. He began to shout and tried to shoo people away since the coroners were having trouble getting into the scene. After a few treats of obstruction of justice, he finally managed to send a greater amount of the crowd away.
It was going to be a long night. Especially, if the boy was right, and a video game character was to blame.
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Jorge
.It took awhile but Jorge had finally managed to get the crowd dispersed. He wanted nothing more than to simply get away from this scene for the evening, but there were more pressing matters. A man was dead, murdered by what looked so far like an archaic weapon, there was little to no evidence, and worst of all…the man was an informant. He was carrying evidence on him that could stop a car theft ring that had found its way into the city, but now the man was dead and the evidence was gone. That could mean only one thing, that somehow the informer was found out.
But still…why kill him like this?
Jorge pondered this question as he stood in the alley and watched as the CSI’s continued to collect their evidence. They were almost done. The coroner had already come to take away Darren’s body to find a real cause of death, so all that was left was to scour and collect any evidence that could be found.
The detective sighed as he stepped to the side and glanced up the sides of the alley. On the third floor, he could see a window still lit up. It was obviously the home of the boy he had spoken to earlier. The kid had told him that he had seen the whole thing from his room, but it was too far for him to make out anything that could have possibly been said. But as Jorge got onto the thought about the kid, he had to shake his head as he looked over the notes.
“Really? A video game character?” he sighed.
The rational side of him really wanted to just dismiss the whole idea. It did seem pretty ridiculous after all. Some elf-boy character coming out of a video game to kill a man? Or maybe it was just some lunatic assassin who wanted to dress up as his favorite hero and run about killing people? The kid was on the third floor after all and all he said he saw was the costume of the character and watching him stab Darren through the chest. Maybe there was just some psycho assassin running around in costume. Why not? There seemed to be plenty of people in costumes running around these days.
As he mused over this, the detective began to make his way towards the back of the alley. The CSI’s had done their final sweep and collected the last of the evidence that they could deem as important. Alleys must have been hard scenes for them to work, so many random bits of trash and debris to have to collect. Plus, he was rather sure that most of it was pretty smelly.
He waved good bye to the last of them, announced that he was going to continue at the scene and hopefully see what else he could find out. CSI’s don’t like to hear that there was a possibility that someone thought they were not doing their jobs correctly. But nobody said anything except for a short, inaudible grumble. The detective ignored it as he continued on, looking from side to side down the alley. One glance up at he had to admit that the kid did have a hell of a view of the scene from his window. Judging from the distance, he was not surprised that the kid could not make out any of the voices. It was pretty high up.
But as he wandered down further and turned the corner, he began to notice something strange about the scene…one of the fire escape ladders was down. The detective eyed it curiously and glanced back into the alley. The investigators did not bring this down. There was not dust for prints on it. Slowly he slipped on a pair of rubber gloves and began to make the climb. Before he knew it was he on to rooftop and looked about. There seemed to be nothing strange about the roof. Everything was where it should be, there were no murderers, no suspicious characters.
Still, it was better to be prepared. As he pulled off his rubber gloves and shoved the into his pocket, the detective slowly pulled his gun from its holster and moved across the room. There were plenty of dark shadows about and in the dark of night, it was hard to tell if there be anything inside of them. He sighed as he stepped forward, gun held tight in his hands as he crept forward.
“Hello? NYPD! Is anyone up here?” he asked a little fruitlessly. He really did not believe that anyone could be –
Whirl! Whirl! Whirl!!
The noise was sudden but still offered him enough time to look up and catch sight of what it was. He saw the object before, but mainly it was from movies and such, never in real life…or coming directly at his head. He had just enough time to duck as he looked up and watched the object spin hard and fast to where his head had been, before it looped backward and headed back into the shadows.
“Was that…a boomerang?”
“Yeeeeeargh!!”
As if in reply to his question, he watched as from the shadows, a figure came rushing out towards him. The humanoid was shorter, clad in a green tunic, white stockings, and a heavy brown boots. On top of his crown of blond hair, the young man wore a green stocking cap. At first the character looked extremely comical, but Jorge was not laughing for long. Especially when he spied the heavy sword he welded in one hand and the shield in the over. He knew instantly who this was…the murderer of Darren McClintock. The video game character standing in real life.
Jorge barely had time to right himself up when this ‘Link’, with teeth ground and eyes ablaze launched himself (herself?) at Jorge and spun hard. His blade out, the spinning character looked like a whirlwind of destruction. With only a split second, the detective leapt out of way, rolled and raised his gun up high.
“I said freeze!” he screamed. But whoever this Link character was, he either could not understand him, or did not care. Instead the spinning elf turned and aimed the tornado of blade and shield directly at him.
