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.
His world shook, shimmered, reformed, back to his game. Knight to Queen 3. Check.
BVVVVVVVVT
Shadows lengthened, lights dimmed, his world shook, shimmered, reformed, back to his game. Queen to Kings Rook 4. Check.
BVVVVVVVVT
The world crumbled, light faded, shadows shattered, his world shook, shimmered, and was gone. No matter, Rook to Queens Bishop 1, Checkmate.
BVVVVVVVVT
It really was persistent wasn't it. Couldn't be happy that it had ruined his moment of victory, had to ruin his daze as well. The glorious afterglow of a good dream slipped away.
BVVVVVVVVT
He reached for the obnoxious piece of vibrating plastic and angled its luminous touchscreen towards his wholly unprepared eyes. A brief flare of pain, pupils shrinking rapidly, the blinding light became a bearable glow and words revealed themselves.
BVVVVVVVVT
"Oh shut up." The voice that croaked from his throat was not impressed in the slightest. He accepted he news from his phone that he had received a message. The number was unknown.
Cafas checked the message one last time. He stood in a pool of shadows, warehouses everywhere he looked. He was exactly where he had been told to be. His leather jacket provided some warmth, though not nearly as much as the pink knitted hat he wore on his head. His battle kilt fluttered slightly in the spring air, the thick leather of his belt making sure it stayed in place.
There was something all together weird about the situation. He felt a certain admiral would have something to say about the whole situation. There he stood, far from friendly faces and further from friendly places.
Two minutes.
His breath was visible in front of him. Another gust through the still air swept it away. His thoughts strayed to Calley. He dismissed them, he was a big boy, he could handle himself, heck, he was practically invulnerable from what Cafas understood.
The red faded from his eyes as he pulled himself back to reality, blue fading in. So he stood, a silent guard, his watch unblinking.
He landed silently behind the pink haired mutant, the product of a leap from a tall warehouse, and a mutation that absorbed all of the force from the fall, thus made no sound as a result.
"You stick out like a sore thumb, y'know that?" If Cafas turned around, he would be greeted by the sight of a man wearing armor that he himself had crafted; he would probably know who it was right away. The only thing was... That armor most definitely did not look good as new. It was dented, scored, and smudged from countless impacts. It was also attached to what appeared to be a skin tight silk-like material that covered his other side. "Long time no see." There was a slight air of humor in his voice. This man was one of the few people who knew who the man behind this armor was; it felt good not to be secretive. No doubt Cafas might have seen some of the news casts with faint images of a man in this very getup killing high-profile criminals without mercy.
He turned to one of the nearby warehouse doors, and headed for it. "Follow me. We have a lot to talk about."
His sword was out of its scabbard and leveled with the silent newcomers throat by the time he had finished his first sentence. He glared down the length of the blade at the man, in his half armor suit. a suit Cafas recognised straight away, though it was in quite bad condition. certainly it hadn't maintained the contours he'd given it. "Jesus Sa... Judge, I nearly killed you just now. Sh*t man what have you done to that armour?"
That's going to take some fixing
Cafas of course knew what he had done to it. He was pretty high profile about the whole thing. Cafas had kept his recognition to himself until then, even from Saph... Even from Calley. His sword slid back into the sheath.
>>"Long time no see."
"No f***ing kidding mate. From what I hear you've been... busy. Some of those jobs you did were brutal man. You of course know how much heat you're getting from NYPD, given your standing and all..." Nothing explicitly stated, no telling who was listening at this hour.
Maybe he's cracked...
>>"Follow me. We have a lot to talk about."
You don't say...
Cafas didn't put voice to his sarcastic thought, he simply followed Saph inside. The space was filled with row after row of metal shelving from what Cafas could tell. "What's this about then?" He kept his voice low, if somewhat displeased, yet it still echoed into the darkness. The darkness gave no response. "Cos I don't buy that you pulled me down here for a repair job."
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Hah! His reflexes were still quick... That was good. A grin formed on the vigilante's face underneath his mask. "You can call me Saph... I've cleared the area; no one's listening in. I should be safe from the PD for now... I've made a few arrangements, and yeah the armors gone through hell, huh?" He fished out a key, and unlocked the warehouse door, opening it, and walking right on, figuring the vibrant haired Alchemist would follow him in.
"No, I didn't just call you in for repairs, even though they are needed. Close the door behind you, please." He switched on the lights, revealing a room that was mostly empty, but well illuminated. In the middle was a table with a bunch of equipment on it, off to the side was another table with two chairs, a mini fridge plugged into the wall, and a radio receiver.
He headed for the table without the equipment on it, reaching up and slowly removing his mask, all the while not turning toward the younger mutant. "I heard from... Someone, that you were involved in that case in which a bunch of nuts were killing those unborn children... You and some other mutants killed them all, right? I don't condone your actions, though I can't say I wouldn't have done the same given similar circumstance." He reached down to the cooler, dropped his mask on top of it, opened the door, pulled out two beers, and turned around.
His face was tired, bruised on the left side, and bearing some cuts that looked like they had literally just stopped bleeding; obviously he hadn't really taken time to recover between projects.
"Cafas... I may need your help." He placed the beer on the table,cracked open his own, and took a seat.
>>"No, I didn't just call you in for repairs, even though they are needed. Close the door behind you, please."
The light was blinding as the door clanged shut. The room was relatively bare, and stupidly well lit. It looked a lot like a safe house. Saph took off his mask and dropped it on a cooler.
>>"I heard from... Someone, that you were involved in that case in which a bunch of nuts were killing those unborn children... You and some other mutants killed them all, right? I don't condone your actions, though I can't say I wouldn't have done the same given similar circumstance."
The offer of beer came with this nice revelation, as did the shock of Saph's face. He knew the guy was working two job but Jesus, he could have at least avoided getting so pummeled. Cafas could accept the beer, less so the speech. "F**k you and the horse you rode in on, and f**k whoever opened their mouth for good measure. I didn't do that out of anything but fear and self preservation. By the time I knew what I'd gotten myself into I couldn't back out, I'd have been killed." He suspected it had been Aura that told Saph, though he had no way to prove it, but Meld seemed like she knew better.
>>"Cafas... I may need your help."
Cafas looked the man up and down, took the cap off the beer and sat down. "I'd have helped you as a friend Saph, as an X-man and a comrade. I'd have thought my silence on the whole Judge thing would have proved that. This blackmail is bullsh*t, and don't act innocent, it's not a good colour on you."
Cafas took a long swig from the bottle. American beer, one of the few things that made him miss home. Cafas' face softened from the scowl it had worked its way into. "Look I know this is serious if you're bothering to blackmail me about it. I'd just have preferred you asked first and broken out the blackmail if I refused; Which I wouldn't have, and I know you know that." Another mouthful, geez was that bottle ever getting empty fast.
What's so bad it's come to this?
Cafas finished the beer and set the bottle down by the leg of the chair. "Alright might as well tell me what we're doing. By the get up I assume we're off the books." He layed a hand on Saph's armour as he spoke, within seconds it was smooth and polished again.
Saphirus sat silently, staring at Cafas as he yelled at him. He didn't react in any way, actually. No hurt expression, no show of regret at saying what he said, nothing. Once Cafas finished talking, he lifted the beer to his mouth, took a long sip, and placed it back down.
"I don't think you understood what I meant when I brought the incident up. It must have been hard for you, been in a few situations like that myself. I wasn't blackmailing you, though... I was telling you why I chose to ask you for help. I need someone on my side that has been where I've been... Someone who has learned what going too far is the hard way, so..." He broke the stony face for just a second, even though it was just for a moment, and underneath the guise of the confident, strong vigilante was someone near his breaking point... He looked so tired... No, tired wasn't the right word. Weary. "So they can stop me if I try to do the same."
And then the stony expression appeared again, and he took another sip. "I have been hunting M dealers for some time now, and while I haven't gotten anything solid from my interrogations, mostly dead leads and fake suppliers... I came across a rumor that mutants taking shelter in the Sanctuary might be involved... I know you have had dealings with some of them in the past. I may want some information on one in particular... Aura."
He took a long swig. "And... Most importantly... I... Lost someone recently. A very close...friend of mine. I have reason to believe that she may be being held at the Sanctuary against her will..."
He'd asked around, and heard mention of a mutant fitting her description being harassed by a giant cockroach. They person stated they might not have paid attention to it, had there not been a giant cockroach involved. He couldn't believe that she would stay at such a horrible place by her own free will.
"I'm... Going to be asking a lot from you... I'm sorry in advanced."
Cafas looked at Saph with a level of understanding. For a brief moment he saw not an X-man, not a vigilante, not the usual arrogant happy guy he was used to, but a man close to the edge. "Lots of missing people lately, especially since this M crap took off." He stared with resignation at the floor. "Part of the job I suppose." Cafas considered for a moment the deeper connotations of Saph asking him to stop him going too far, of his request of information, of what he must have been going through, and of his own frustration at the dead end leads on M dealing.
This city, I swear, would be better off not existing....
His bottle fell over as he shifted his chair. It clattered against the floor emptily and rolled away. "Okay," He sighed heavily and looked Saph in the eye, man to man, "I wont let you kill anyone, if I can help it. As for Aura, she's a bit of a psychopath, her pink aura thing can be shaped into tools, also seems nearly bulletproof, she's unlikely to kill a mutant. As for your apology, save it, You'd help me if I needed you to."
Cafas got up, went to the cooler, un-dented the mask, and grabbed a second beer. He had a feeling he was gonna need it. He opened it and drank from it, more slowly this time. Dark memories flashed back to him. "I'm sorry I assumed you were blackmailing me, you can see why I mighta thought that though, right?" Cafas' hand, the one not holding his beer, rested against the pommel of his sword.
"Lots of missing people lately, especially since this M crap took off. Part of the job I suppose." Saph nodded a little... He was there the first time Andrea had been kidnapped. It had been pretty bad. A lot of people had died as a result of a pipe bombing... He'd only been conscious for the aftermath... He hadn't been able to protect her then, and he feared she'd been kidnapped again. "Yeah..."
"I wont let you kill anyone, if I can help it. As for Aura, she's a bit of a psychopath, her pink aura thing can be shaped into tools, also seems nearly bulletproof, she's unlikely to kill a mutant. As for your apology, save it, You'd help me if I needed you to."
Saph grinned a little, finishing his beer, and dropping it on the floor with a little crash. This place was only his for another week, he'd paid cash incognito, no questions asked, so it wasn't like he was responsible for keeping it clean in the end. "Now I never said I didn't want to kill anyone... just no one who doesn't deserve it... Thanks, though. Really."
He stood, walked on over to the cooler, pulled a second beer, popped the cap off, and sat once more. He then nodded a bit. "Don't worry about it. I haven't gotten much sleep lately. Prolly came out wrong."
He took a swig, smacked his bottle down, and got right to business. "So, here's the plan..."
Saph proceeded to lay out a several step plan that entailed his sanctuary invasion. You prolly don't have to read the whole thing, cause, like, talking is boring.
Suffice to say, that by the time they were done, the cooler was empty, and the floor was littered with bottles.
Saph was standing, somewhat steadily, a baseball bat in his hand. "Yeah, man... himme... I gotta... Gotta test my limits... himme! Hard... hard as y'can... Eh, on this side!"
Their conversation had become ever more wild and unintelligible as the night wore on, understanding granted by the code cracking abilities of equal inebriation. The plan seemed solid, then good, then cool, then awesome, then AMAAAAASHIIING!
We're gonna be famous for this!
So now they were left with two men standing off balance, a baseball bat, an empty cooler and potentially two masochistic death wishes in a room. It could only go well. Cafas took the bat. He squared up, pulled it back, and let rip as best he could. His miss was exceptional. 270 degrees later he was laughing so hard he thought he may be crying.
"Oh m-man, I got thish, I... I can do it." He stepped back, closer to Saph, squared up again, made sure he had the distance right this time. "Wait... Which side?" Cafas wavered a little. There sure were a lot of empty bottles around. Oooh! That one was his! It was also not empty yet! He bent down, picked it up, drained it, gave a small cheer, lobbed the bottle into a corner where it smashed. "Did I hi' ya yet ma'e?"
Cafas squared up again, and took another swing, just in case, to be safe, you understand.
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Cafas swung, Saph lost his balance, and stumbled back a little, causing the bat to miss, and the Cafas to spin. Saph fell over laughing, taking his time before he slowly made his way back to a standing position.
"Aw man... aw man, you-you're drrrunk, man." He regained his balance slowly with the help of the table next to him, and then stepped up once more. "Wait... Which side?" "This-un!" He pointed to his left. "Oh wai no... eh... this-un!" He pointed to his right. "Fer sher... this-un."
He paused as Cafas finished off the last beer, and looked around for another of his... nope... all gone. Dang. By the time Saph was done looking, he felt the bat coming, but his left side was faced toward it. His hit reflex caused his body to spin quickly to meet the blow with his right side, where it hit with enough force to make his finger tingle.
He didnt stop spinning, though, and the room spun even quicker. Before he knew it, we was on his face.
"Oh jees... I think. I'm drunk too, man." He slowly climbed up to his feet. "Again. Keep hittin."
Cafas laughed as Saph hit the ground, laughed and stumbled, and narrowly avoided stepping on bottles, through more luck that co-ordination. He grasped for a chair, all metal and stuff. The chair became slag in his grasp, he kept going, found the ground. "Oooph. Shhtoo-p'd Cher, bein' me'al" He pulled himself up, using the bat for support. Saph asked for another one.
Cafas stepped forward, dodged more bottles, lined up the shot with a couple of practice swing. "I 'unno Saph, thish sheems kinda like a bad idea." Not that he could really tell why. Had he inspected the situation more clearly, he may have determined it to be due to the litter, drunkenness and general lack of understanding Cafas had in regards to Saph's mutation.
Cafas swung again, with all he had to give. The bat probably wouldn't have taken that kind of abuse normally, nor would a humans rib cage. Luckily his target was not a human. The bat stopped harmlessly. Cafas pulled it back, and jabbed Saph in the gut, because it seemed like it would be funny. he was laughing before he'd even finished the motion.
Saph laughed out loud as, while he was getting up, Cafas touched the metal chair and fell over. The chair was finished, but he didn't even care at this point. He would get another one. "Naman... this is a great idea! I m-urp- Imean c'mon, Ima freakin super hero!" He slowly stopped guffawing just in time for Cafas to swing again. Stumbling about a little, and bursting out laughing as the bat landed harmlessly on his chest.
"Hah hah see! I'm fi-OOF!" He was startled by a sudden blow to the gut, on his left side. It had happened so quick that his drunked reflexes couldn't handle it. It was a good solid hit, too, right below the ribs, and it smarted, for sure.
"ey... ey man... wha-thehell?!" Before he even knew what he was doing, his hand lashed out for a solid open handed slap. He watched, as if it were in slow motion, his hand reach out toward his good friend. It was the type of slap that would contact quite hard, and one would be instantly sorry for throwing... He was happy he hadn't thought to use any of his stored force at the time... that would have been very, very bad.
Stars, a perfect pirouette, comically over exagerated stumble, and collapse. Cafas' face stung through the alcohol. That had been a good hit. He continued laughing however. This was of course the time for laughter, as any good australian knows, one shouldn't take too much offense when their mate hits them, especially if you hit your mate first. Taking offense was just un-Australian, which made a lot of modern Australian young men VERY un-Australian, which was just sad.
Good hit
There was something of an apology coming from Saph, despite Cafas' continued laughter. As he picked himself up off the ground (after establishing he was not in fact laying on the ceiling) Cafas waved a hand at Saph in a dismissive gesture. "All good mate, just a bit'a fun." He stumbled slightly, steadied himself like a boss, and picked the bat up from where he'd dropped it from the shock.
Man haven't been hit that hard in a while...
Cafas looked very seriously at Saph, as he wielded the bat. "Again?" He was not gonna hold back if Saph said yes, he would throw a flurry at the mutant until he couldn't take any more! all on his good side of course.
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He tensed as he watched the aussie spin, stumble, and fall... Crap, he'd done it now, hadn't he? The laughter continued, though, to his slight disbelief. Gees, they really made em different in the land down under, didn't they? He couldn't say he minded.
After he found out that Cafas hadn't taken offense at his cuffing, he couldn't help but laugh at the scene... They really were the most ridiculous thing ever, weren't they? Still, they had work to do; tonight would be the easy part, and they deserved to cut loose. After all, tomorrow was going to be a helluva day.
"Heh... If you shay sho, eh... Ssssay so, man..."
He steadied himself as well, and the look on his face suddenly grew serious. Before them stood a mountain, and mass consumption of alcohol aside, they had to climb it... Step. By. Step.
Cafas' arms ached, he could tell the alcohol was wearing off at this point. He pushed through the pain, pulled the bat back, and let loose again. He was a man used to swinging a sword around for a couple of hours a day, who kick-boxed and put himself through some of the most painful training regimes he could think of, and he was pretty close to unable to swing the bat again.
Just a bit more, keep pushing, don't give up, don't be a loser.
He swung again, and again, he'd been at it for ages, at first they'd chatted and laughed and generally behaved a little drunk, but as time wore on they had fallen into silence as they focused themselves on the task at hand. His body was tied, his mind more so, and his tongue felt like it was swollen from the dehydration brought on by the alcohol and exertion.
At last the bat fell to the floor as his grip slackened, the rivers of sweat running down his body making his hands slip right off the handle. He had nothing left to give, he had to rest. The plan was going to be hard enough to execute WITHOUT being a complete wreck. "That's... it... mate..." He was speaking between panting breaths, his lungs burning. I got... Nothing... in the tank." his fingers interlaced behind his head, trying to find some more lung capacity. "I'm spent... bloody oath that... takes it out... of ya."
