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.
Back through the subway the Ranger went. As he traveled through where people were his infrared vision became much less helpful and returned to normal on its own. Too many people touching too much. It was just heat everywhere with no way to tell the difference between what some random person touched and what the bomber touched.
He would have to search the normal places someone would stash explosives.
That, or just find stumble across Elliott with his tongue all over the man.The bomber stood with Elliott’s tongue wrapped around his arm.
The Ranger slid around the crowd approached. He didn’t want to tip off the bomber so he approached like some oblivious Yankee until he was close enough to snap his arm out like a rattlesnake and take hold of the man’s other arm. His power boosting his speed. It was slow by the speedster’s standards, but he was otherwise occupied by someone french kissing his arm.
”Yell an’ this gets painful.” The Ranger squeezed. ”Let’s take this int’ the corner where so we can have some privacy.”
The man looked at him. Then, at the hand. The tongue. The hand. The tongue. The hand. Back to him. All in the space of a second or so, at high speed. It was kind of freaky, watching him process it all. But then, Michael appeared behind him, as if summoned. He caught the other arm in a move quick enough Elliott pegged him as having some fight training. Movement that fast usually involves some sort of background in martial arts.
"Heh..." The mad bomber laughed. A lazy smile spread across his face, like cooking oil over a tilted pan. "I think I see where this is going. Quick on the uptake, see?" He jerked his arm away from Michael's, quickly... or tried to. He hadn't been expecting the man's brute physical strength to be as it was. That arm was firmly in place. His brow crinkled as he processed this new information. Curious. Not damning, but curious. He spun to attempt to shake the other man's grip, with its hand--er, tongue. This one had more effect. It was like tugging on on a rubber band. Twang, twang, twung.
Elliott grimaced as he fought for control of the situation. There weren't a ton of people in the car, but enough that it started to attract a little attention. Attention wasn't good, in a situation like this. On one of the tugs, Elliott went with the motion and snapped forward a knee to the speedster's gut. The man doubled over. He hadn't been expecting that. But then, he used the slack to move the arm Elliott had been holding up at Elliott's face in a flashing attempt to gouge out some eyes.
The Ranger had the speedster’s arm well caught in his vise-like grip. When the speedster attempted to free himself he only succeeded in shaking the Ranger a little. It would take more than the punk could muster to free himself from the Ranger’s grasp. Even when not using his power his grip was intense. ”That’s not gunna work, friend.” He said as he gripped tighter.
So the speedster fought against Elliott’s hold. He played the tongue, a new musical instrument with a lot of twang. Elliott took the initiative and kneed the speedster in the gut. When he doubled over the Ranger started moving. Use that to draw the man off into the corner. People were starting to pay attention.
It seemed the Ranger had acted just in time. As he brought his second arm around to grab the speedster’s other arm to man handle him, he went for Elliott’s face. An inch away from Elliott’s face the arm was caught. Ranger didn’t move to grab his forearm, he took hold of the biceps and drove it back to the man’s side. ”Let’s be civil now.” Ranger said before driving the man back into the wall while more loudly saying, ”Whoa there, let’s get y’ propped up. That’s some bad motion sickness.”
Elliott's eyes widened as the hand came at him, inches, closer, and then-- Michael saved his bacon, caught the arm. 'Lets be civil,' he'd said.
In the speedster's mad mind, he hadn't heard let's be civil. He'd heard an old song, let's get physical, physical, rolling through his head. But he couldn't GET physical. The man had him in a grip like a vise. What was he, part bear? The man slammed him into a wall, and the green kid followed, keeping up the pressure so he couldn't escape from them. Bastards.
Elliott caught on to what Michael was doing almost immediately. He was making it seem like the man were sick, to get people to pay less attention. So they could resolve this quietly. The speedster really played up his part in the act. He started to vibrate. Wait. Was he having a seizure?
In michaels grip, the man was trembling at high speeds. The vibration was intense, moreso than a simple seizure. It was the kind of shaking that would eventually wiggle bolts loose and cause problems. It had to be hard to lee golfing on like that. Elliott had to move before Michael was forced to let go.
His three fingered hand slapped down on the wall next to the man's head. Elliott leaned in real close and intimidating, baring jagged zipperlike teeth. His voice was quiet like bared steel is quiet. His face was dark. "Listen, friend." He began. "You're making a scene." More quietly, he noted "Ragnarok is dead. Loki is dead." I practically killed him myself, he thought. But saying that would cause the man to go mad. Madder than he already was. Which was saying something. "Your God went silent, and the serpent that devours the world ate its own tail. It's over. Please. Just tell us where they are... nobody has to die."
"Heh... I remember you. From the meeting." The man whispered. If Michael strained his ears, maybe he'd be able to hear. "You summoned us. And then we all fought gloriously and made the streets run red."
"Yeah, dummy." Elliott muttered, disgusted. He'd had enough of this. It was time for the killing blow. "It was a setup. I set you all up to fight each other and dissolve the group. You think you can organize chaos?" It wasn't intentional, but-- "I may as well have killed Loki myself."
Awkward. He'd just said all that in front of Michael. Hopefully the guy wasn't a complete douche and could understand extenuating circumstances and all that crap. Otherwise he'd need to run.
Had his comment worked as he'd hoped? It could work one of two ways. Either it would enrage the man, or... the man slumped against the wall, defeated. He started telling Elliott and Michael everything he knew.
((Ooc feel free to godmode and time skip to handle things from here.))