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.
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You Will Never Eat a Doughtnut Whole [Tag: Tempest]
>> ”It feels like an extension of me, but a blurry one, like when your foot falls asleep?”
Devon nodded slowly. You knew it was there but it wasn’t quite listening to you. That made sense and was a fair comparison for when he struggled to manipulate components of a storm.
Jorge’s descriptions were interesting. He had to be accustomed to something outside his body, understand the extensions of it, and feel the power moving through it. It was really exciting to hear from someone with a power similar to Devon’s own. Most of his power was influencing the environment, the world beyond. Of course, Tempest couldn’t turn into an elemental.
But the seeing without seeing? That was exciting. Tempest could see atmospheric phenomena like temperature, air currents, moisture or humidity, charged particles, atmospheric pressure variances… Feeling it was something else. Perhaps he needed to practice with his other senses more, let it be more instinctual. Maybe that’d help his training.
Jorge proved it with their walk through the crowd. Devon grinned, giving a long nod as the man opened his eyes, smirking.
>> ”It can be…distracting. But I’ve gotten used to it.”
“So we’re walking water fountains?” Devon chuckled. >> ”What about yourself? I think I’ve rattled on enough about my abilities.”
“I can predict the weather,” Devon said with wide eyes and ominous tones. He lifted his hands and waggled his fingers. “Really good for planning weddings, birthdays, block parties…” he chuckled. “I don’t have nearly the scope that you do; I’m really impressed. Good on you for that level of control.”
“Don’t forget that,” his tone shifted, insisting. “You might get lost in feeling out the water outside of you, but it’s you making reach. You can always focus on where you’re reaching from.” He smiled, cheerfully, and gave the cop a pat on the back. That’d be the limit of his psych chat on the topic.
“Ah, that’s the shop,” he inclined his head to a small store beneath a large corporate building. It had a simple donut sign out front. “They’re good because it’s all classics and ingredients they get locally. The brioche donuts are the best.” He was a bit surprised there wasn’t any line though considering it was a weekend morning.
Blue eyes went from the storefront to across the street and then found where most had gone. There was a spacious open plaza situated between the few skyscrapers here. There were some potted plants, a couple large artistic pieces, some varied seating, and two METAbots standing on either side of a woman.
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It was strange talking about his abilities but Jorge was willing to do so for the sake of those curious. Besides, Devon had already seen the man do some truly magnificent things with his abilities so questions were bound to come up. They were questions that Jorge had indeed answered before but he would rather explain his mutation than have people be scared by him. Then again there were those who got scared of him after the explanation so sometimes it was just a no-win scenario but, whatever the case, the man was willing to press on.
After a few more demonstrations and some thoughts about his own abilities, Devon seemed to have his curiosity satisfied. However the man still looked at him in awe and surprise, something that Jorge still just wasn’t used to. Though he still looked at him like he was some mutant celebrity, the man did manage to catch on to the fact that Jorge was ready to change topics when Jorge asked about his abilities. Thank god for small miracles.
Devon went into some explanation of his abilities. Jorge had gathered that he had a type of weather control but didn’t know much about it other than that. He actually teased Jorge a little bit with his wide eyes and waggling fingers but Jorge was a good sport and chuckled along with him. He admitted that he didn’t have as much control as Jorge did but the man had to disagree.
”I dunno about that,” the detective said. ”You showed some good control back on the beach.”
His new friend moved on quickly as he offered some advice about controlling his abilities and giving him a firm pat on the shoulder. Jorge smirked and nodded his head. He knew what the man was saying and it was something he was trying to keep in mind these days. It was difficult, especially when he didn’t have Gemma nearby, but the everyday he kept in control, every moment he remembered who he was, it was a win in his book.
Their new location was in sight. Jorge glanced to Devon as the man started to explain why this place was so well-known and sought after, but the man trailed off as he seemed to be looking elsewhere on the street. By the time that the man had noticed, he followed Devon’s gesture across the street to where a woman had been stopped by two METAbots. Jorge hung his head and sighed.
”Jeez…these guys...” the man grumbled. He nodded to Devon. ”Yeah I’ll see what’s going on.” Though he hadn’t had a lot of experience with these things yet, from the few run-ins he’s had, and various reports he’s read, they were buggy as hell. The man shook his head as he decided it would be best for him to investigate and make sure that they weren’t doing anything they should. As he advanced on the pair of robots, he nodded to them and the lady whom they had stopped. ”Gentlemen,” he said as he held up his badge. ”What seems to be the problem?”
Behind shaded glasses Devon’s eyes had gone black. The wind was picking up a little, wasn’t it? Was that the humidity rising? Ah it was sunny, but maybe getting a little too warm with this mugginess. There was a thickness to the air or at least there was gonna be.
>> ”What seems to be the problem?”
The two METAbots turned away from the woman slowly and seemed to scan Jorge’s badge. The pregnant pause and silence made Devon nervous. With a casual gesture he urged the woman slowly step back. She started to. First one step, then a second-
“Impersonation of a police office. One Officer Cervantes,” said the first.
“Detective Jorge Cervantes, MRD. Deceased,” said the second.
“Attempt to flee,” said the first, speaking quicker now and almost shrill. “Please halt, mutant.” The woman stopped.
“Mutants assisting,” said the second, its arms raising as Jorge and Devon.
“This isn’t my first time,” Tempest growled. He flung out his hands and sent the woman tumbling back along the grass and into a bush. The next movement bringing as strong a gust as he could make at the moment – not quite strong as he wanted – to throw one bot into the other. Neither fell, but Tempest was already backing up.
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The METAbots were an invention that came around to help police officers. Their creation was in response to the damaging number of officer deaths linked to mentally unstable or psychotic mutants who were running amok. There was only so much the X-Men can do and the MRC didn’t have the ranks to deal with the large number of criminally insane mutants that were running around New York. However, in their desperate bid to create a new means of protecting lives, they also created machines that were difficult as hell to control – especially as they tended to glitch regularly.
Jorge stared at the two robots, flashing his badge in order to get them to stand down. Once a regular officer gives them an order, it is supposed to be enough to dismiss them. However judging from the way that they scanned and re-scanned him, and twitched in a somewhat visible manner, it was clear that these were long overdue for a diagnostic check. What he had hoped for a simple and calm resolution was quickly turning sour.
>> “Impersonation of a police office. One Officer Cervantes…”
>> “Detective Jorge Cervantes, MRD. Deceased…”
”Oh you’ve got to be kidding me…” the man started the grumble. I.T. had not uploaded his “alive” status to these things files yet and now they were accusing him of fraud. To make matters worse the woman they were harassing was starting to step away, which the bucketheads could only assume that she was trying to escape.
>> “Attempt to flee…Please halt, mutant.”
>> “Mutants assisting,”
It happened faster than he had expected. While Jorge was reaching outward in an attempt to calm the robots down and get their attention, Devon behind him had whipped up a rather nasty draft that he sent careening onto both bots. They stood fast against the winds though they were obviously just a little off-center. The woman was gone, probably disappeared behind some bushes, but because Jorge and Devon were there, they became the bots next target.
”Halt. You are under arrest, mutant,” one regained its footing and attempted to lay a hand on Jorge. But the detective wasn’t about it. The machine was attempting to detain him but Jorge was quick to pull away, his arm partially liquefying to slip through the robot’s grip and allowing Jorge to take a few steps away. Once he was freed, his arm solidified and he snapped around to face the two bots. They were twitching harder now, peering at both Jorge and Devon, registering them as mutants but assuming they were threats now. Jorge wanted to call this in to help lessen the property damage but he doubted they would give him the chance.
Reaching out with his senses, he caught hold of a sizeable source of water located several feet behind him in a large fountain located in the center of a corporate plaza. Tightening his fists, he snagged ahold of the water and summoned a sizeable amount to him. As a large force of water snaked across the street to swirl like a coiled serpent around his feet, Jorge gave the METAbots a hard look before he spoke the Devon next to him.
”Just can’t seem to have a quiet day, can we?” he mumbled.
>>”Mutants resisting arrest!”
The robot took a full on run towards the duo but Jorge had his own surprises in store.
With a gesture of his hands there was a sudden surge of water from around his feet as the water he had pulled from a nearby fountain instantly sprang upwards in front of Devon and himself, a tidal wall that surged with churning water. As the robot ran into it, the spinning water deflected the bot away, causing it to stumble off to the side, clearly taken off course thanks to the surging wall of water. However, as Jorge had been busy dealing with the first one, the other was circling around the side. As it had no water in it, the detective couldn’t sense the machine advance until it was already charging in for a tackle at their sides.
Devon’s crush on Jorge grew three sizes that day. Not only could the man control a body through the water he’d learn to both sense and slowly manipulate in the body, but he was ready and willing to fight glitching METAbots. They gave the police force a bad name, let alone created problems for the MRD. In fact, it happened often enough – especially if the ‘fake news’ was to be believed – to warrant questioning curiosity from Tempest. That was a separate conversation to have later.
This was perhaps the ninth or tenth time Tempest was fighting METAbots, but likely Jorge’s first. He knew the man was practiced, powerful, and seemingly willing but Devon wasn’t going to assume he had it all handled. This was a team effort and you backed up a partner, right?
First Jorge evaded their grasp in water form, then the fountain behind them erupted as a water snake slithered to the man’s attention. Jorge was really quite the snake charmer. It coiled around him, ready to do his bidding.
>> ”Just can’t seem to have a quiet day, can we?”
“I’m afraid not,” was Tempest’s quickly reply.
The water rolled forward and mirrored the fountain in its outward spray. It surged upward and walled them off, the first robot failing to surf and instead rolling away. The other was either smarter or anticipated some frontal assault. However, Tempest was watching.
Tempest’s arm twirled overhead and then around to his side as he pushed the thick, humid air. The conflicting fronts he’d summoned to fight here sprang to life at his demand. Heavy breezes became a roaring gust, but rather than try to summon all the force necessary to up-end the bot, Tempest focused on displacing him.
Right into Jorge’s wave. “Surf’s up!” Tempest couldn’t help but chuckle as the gust knocked the machine into the water and then it fell, spun, and rolled with a smack against the force. It found its way near the other as thunder bellowed far above. It was clouding up, thick and yellow gray. Tornado warning clouds… Maybe that would be too difficult to get, but a thunderstorm was a certainty.
“You keep clear of any water touching them and I’ll fry ‘em,” Tempest encouraged, waiting for the set up.
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For Jorge Cervantes, the man never trusted technology. He understood the importance that it had in everyday life, now, but when it really came down to it, he didn’t trust it one iota. With technology, too many things could go wrong. There were too many variables, too many moving parts, too many things that weren’t being watched by careful eyes – all of that spelled out potential disaster. When it came to the METAbots, those were a thing that the detective simply didn’t have faith in. He understood their purpose and the usefulness that they potentially had, but at this moment they were doing far more harm than good.
This was the perfection example of technology gone wrong. For whatever reason these bots were bothering this mutant that, for all intents, seemed to be minding her own business. Though their scanners were quick to pick up that she was a mutant, the blatant hostility that they displayed towards her was rather unmistakable and troubling. Added to that the twitch and the grind of their servos as signs that they clearly needed maintenance and Jorge knew that these things could do very wrong, very fast.
And, of course, he would be right. No sooner as he had attempted to intervene before the bots decided that both he and Devon were threats and attempted to arrest the both of them. In no way looking to be handcuffed with electro-cuffs, Jorge knew that he was going to have to get these things off the streets. If the precinct wanted to have a fit, well, they could bill him. He was newly back from the dead, what, did he continue to expect to be debt free? This is America.
The first took a clumsy lunge, flying directly after the watermancer, but the man was already on the defensive. Pulling water from a nearby fountain, Jorge put up a defensive wall of churning water. The second the bot hit it, it was picked up and carried into the swirling waterspout. The METAbot flailed and struggled, reaching out to grasp for him repeatedly but the focused detective was skilled enough to keep it bobbing and spinning in the makeshift waves.
However, since his focus was solely on this tidal wall, he didn’t notice the other machine that was making its way around. Driven to arrest the mutant, the bot made a few threatening steps towards him, but thankfully Devon was there to intervene. The wind picked up, the air felt heavy and warm at the same time as suddenly a large gust knocked the bot sideways and into the churning geyser. Jorge smirked, watching as both bots were flailing and struggling to reach out for the pair of “dangerous” mutants.
>> “Surf’s up!... You keep clear of any water touching them and I’ll fry ‘em,”
Jorge glanced to Devon. He could feel the air become electrified, the same way it does before there is a lightning strike. As Devon had control of the weather, it was no doubt what the man was planning. With the METAbots trapped in an unending current, this was the safest way to bring them down that would both minimize property damage and allow the bots to be salvaged for parts by their manufacturers. Of course, given their state of glitch, it was probably best to just melt them down for scrap.
He nodded his head to Devon. Taking a few steps back, Jorge focused as much will as he could into the tidal wall that was currently keeping the METAbots away from them. Both bots were flailing wildly, trying to get a foothold on something so they could jump out of the cone of water and towards the two mutants. However with Jorge’s minute control over the waters, every time it seemed that they were going to climb out, another surged knocked them back into the churning whirlpool.
Knowing what Devon was planning, Jorge ground his teeth as he began to focus on getting these things into someplace less liking to cause damage. The tension bulging the veins on his forehead, Jorge growled as he pushed the tidal wall further away from them and swirled the waters fast enough underneath to push the water, and the bots, higher into the air. They were not sitting on a cyclone of churning, foaming water. Keeping them high and away from bystanders, Jorge whispered through forced teeth to Devon.
”Do it…” he told him. ”These bastards are heavy. C-Can’t keep it up…much longer…”
Devon returned Jorge’s smirk with a wink and a firm nod. “You keep clear of any water touching them and I’ll fry ‘em,” Tempest encouraged, waiting for the set up.
Jorge gave the nod. He understood the plan, taking a few steps back as he pulled his focus inward on that tidal wall. Devon stepped back as well; he had range on his side with his powers. As the hydromancer grit his teeth Tempest’s attention turned to the sky and the churning waters where the two METAbots were floundering.
“Halt,” one shouted.
“You are under arrest, mutants,” said the other.
Tempest inhaled deeply and the air got thicker still. He would make this strong but yet he wanted to keep the rain at bay for now. A moment in preparation, studying the charged air particles and moving air currents was wise.
>> ”Do it…” he told him. ”These bastards are heavy. C-Can’t keep it up…much longer…”
Another moment found clouds graying and the air suddenly still. Tempest threw his arms out to either side before raising them to meet as one, fist beside fist and forearms touching. He pulled down with a sudden roar of thunder that echoed off the buildings around them.
A furious bolt of lightning burned the sky and traveled down Tempest’s planned path. It filled the tidal wave and sparked with tremendous effect, looking much like an illuminate icy pillar. Air sizzles, steam pushed out, arcs of electricity rose into the sky. Smoke came out and plastic burned while metal sizzled and the bots stopped crying.
Tempest separated his hands and splayed his arms out before him, focusing on keeping the storm from furthering. He set the clouds to disperse, the moisture to recede from the air. His black eyes watched around him, deflecting and diminishing the wind. He paid little heed to the crowd of eyes and cameras watching.
A couple people clapped as another raced to the girl who’d been at the center of the METAbots attention.
“Thank you,” Devon called to Jorge almost a minute later. His eyes slowly receded to azure pools of blue. As the clouds parted , a warm sun shone brightly over them, illuminating the small green area. However, Devon’s brow furrowed like two black clouds over the sea. The sun was so high.
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The two of them must have made quite the sight. With Jorge standing on the ground, struggling to hold up the churning METAbots in the wall of swirling water, Devon next to him had his eyes turn as dark as pitch. From that the very air began to change, shifting and growing heavy. Jorge could feel the air practically sparking at this point. He hadn’t witnessed the younger man deal out a bolt of lightning before, but he wasn’t at all surprised at this point. After all, lightning is just an atmospheric discharge, yes? If he can manipulate wind and clouds, it seemed like it would be a packaged deal.
As much as the man wanted to pause and admire the other’s powers in action, Jorge could feel that migraine starting in on the back of his head. The robots were heavy and considering how much they turned and swirled in the whirlpool of water, how many times he could sense them nearly falling off, the man had to adjust considerably. Doing saw continuously sapped the man’s strength, drawing moisture from him and nearly making his leg drop out from underneath.
But he would persist. He would not give up. Despite the risks to his own life, despite how much things hurt, the watermancer never once gave up on his task. Innocent lives were at stake and who knew how many more of these faulty bastards were running wild through the streets. If they had to be taken out one by one, then so be it. if Jorge had to strength and presence of mind to do so, then he would, no matter the consequences.
”Halt!”
”You are under arrest, mutatnts,”
Each bot was still attempting to compete its duty. They had single track minds and continued on despite whatever danger was posed to themselves. It was no wonder that the big wigs wanted to put these things on the streets. Against the more dangerous mutants, they would be a lifesaver. But arrest innocent mutant bystanders? That was a big no-no in his book.
It was then that the air crackled. Jorge looked up, narrowing his eyes to peer at the blinding light through the pain that enveloped his head. Before he knew it, there was a CRACK in the sky as the bolt flew down and drilled directly into the wave of water. Though it didn’t hurt him, the detective could feel the electricity surge throughout the water, tearing into the molecules before finding a home straight in the bellies of those mechanized maniacs. The METAbots shook and sparked, their limbs flailing wilding before their wires and circuit boards were so fully charred that they fell dead limp. Unable to support them any longer, Jorge released the water, causing it to spill down and fall into a sheet on the ground. Water poured everything, across the street, on the sidewalk, and seeping into the soil of several grassy patches.
That was uncomfortable. Jorge gulped, his lips feeling dry and his throat hoarse. People around them began to clap, thankful for their intervention, while others ran off to check on the woman whom Devon had moved out of the way. Climbing onto his feet, shakily, Jorge took a calming breath as he straightened himself up. Devon returned to his said, sharing with him a smile.
>> “Thank you,”
Jorge waved his hand dismissively. ”No problem. What’s a couple of manic malfunctioning mechanoids when compared to a bit of water and some electricity?” He snorted and straightened up, placing his hands on his lower back. Maybe he was getting too old for this. ”Jeez…” he grumbled as he slouched a bit, his muscles loosening. ”…I need a drink now.”
>> ”No problem. What’s a couple of manic malfunctioning mechanoids when compared to a bit of water and some electricity?
Devon chuckled, glancing to the broken METAbots. “Slag I guess,” he muttered, grinning. As the clapping continued Devon gave a slow wave, a quick nod, and kept his eyes and head low. “Much to the public’s enjoyment. I don’t mind taking these things down, but it happens enough I think there’s a problem outside of bad programming.” He nodded again while frowning.
A faint look of concern crossed his face at Jorge’s stretching and mention of a drink. “Probably need water, yeah?” he smiled. “Let’s get to that shop. We can grab a few doughnuts and a couple waters. I want a brioche custard. They’re stuff is really good. Way to work up an appetite yeah?” the hopeful exuberance shone through. “Of course, we can grab a spot to sit then.”
“Thank you so much,” the young woman said eagerly as she came by with a man and woman who were escorting her. “They came right up to me, wouldn’t let me go. I don’t understand.”
Devon had turned at her sudden arrival and he nodded again. “Yeah, I hope I didn’t hurt you,” Devon said with a slight grimace.
“Oh no, I’m fine. I appreciate getting away from those things,” she smiled. “Again, thank you,” she said, looking from Devon to Jorge.
As people started milling about again Devon took out his phone to snap a picture. “I keep noting how often this happens. At least every other week,” he frowned. “I’ll send a message into the police unless you’ve got that,” he added while starting to walk again.