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 just had no idea what to think anymore. Lying flat on his back, with the perpetrator having the advantage, the detective couldn’t think of a worse place to be. However, what made this situation particularly nerve-wracking was the simple fact that this oddly familiar stranger was apparently having a conversation with him that he had already lived through. The words she was saying, the tone she was using, if his eyes had been closed, she could have been a dead ringer for his sister, Jayda. But…how was that possible? Was she getting into his head?
The kiss? That was the only thing his rushed mind could put together. Why did she kiss him? There was no need for it and it wasn’t as if she were some femme fatale trying to seduce him. No, the combination of the kiss and her strange words could only mean that she must have been a mutant. Some kind of psychic, but beyond know that, her intentions were unknown to him. He tried to shake off the surprise but it wasn’t budging and, unfortunately, had caused him to lose his grip on her hand.
>> "Look, I'm not tryin'a crush your dreams. I don't want to hurt you…You've got so much more ahead of you in life than this."
Dammit, she had to get out of his head. The man ground his teeth, still completely weirded out by hearing his sister’s words coming out of this woman. Sadly the distraction that it caused would only continue to cause him pain. With the woman freed, she hopped onto her feet and delivered a powerful kick to his chin, effectively causing the man to see a galaxy of purple and gold stars before his eyes. As his world doubled and swirled around him, the man groaned, feeling his chin as he rolled weakly.
>> ” Ei enää veitsi…Promise.”
The words came into his ears and were jarbled with the rest of his thoughts. He couldn’t fully comprehend what she was saying but at the end he did manage to catch the word “Promise” mixed with all the garbled sounds. As the detective struggled to stop the ringing in his ears, he heard the sounds of footsteps rushing away from him. Noel, whoever she was, was beginning to make her escape again. His duty, and his curiosity, couldn’t allow that.
She had only made it a few feet before Jorge managed to struggle to his feet. She was just about to exit the alley when he managed to gain enough mental acuity to spot his gun on the ground. With a groan he scooped it back up into his hand and started to regain the chase with a few staggering steps. He could feel his chin burning, the skin was probably split, and his tongue could feel the newly made crack in one of his teeth. The irritation was enough to pull him through the haze and force him to continue pursuit. He wasn’t going to let her get away that easily…
That was the best she could have done, right? She didn't kill him; that was the easy road. She'd taken a higher path and made a better choice. Heck! She hadn't even stopped to frisk him for the cuff keys.
Oh god. She should have stopped to frisk him for the cuff keys while he'd been dazed. She'd been worried about touching him, though. And she'd been busy trying to tell him to stay down.
Part of her still hoped Betsy was still gently backing into the side of this officer's vehicle. Maybe if the SmartCar tried hard enough, she could make a dent there.
Noel's bare foot slapped loudly against the ground with every other step. She tried to dodge the disgusting parts of the ground and anything that looked like glass until there came a point where that became impossible. The restaurant's dumpster was a wreck, a fine spray of broken bottles littered the ground like some delivery had gone terribly wrong. Or maybe they threw emptys back here and just missed the recycling bin terribly.
She nudged some glass aside with her single shoe and judged the distance from where she stood to the dumpster before she made the leap. Catching the side was easy. Holding her breath, also easy. Climbing up and balancing on the lip of the dumpster in order to try to reach the fire escape that dangled above was much, much harder than it looked.
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He was over it. When he had started the pursuit of the woman, it had simply been because she was speeding like a hellion on the streets. And now she had not only crashed into his car (well, tried to), but she had resisted arrest, assaulted a police officer, threatened him with a deadly weapon, and then completely freaked him out with that memory of his sister. No, this woman wasn’t going to be getting away from him anytime soon.
Charging after her down the alley way, the older detective would normally have a hard time keeping up with someone so much younger and fit. However Jorge was by no means some couch potato or the stereotypical cop with the overly large belly and the hankering for French fries and doughnuts. He worked hard to keep in shape, even after he had returned from his voyage as part of the ocean. The only way to try and prevent something like that from happening again was by making sure that he remained strong and focused.
He wouldn’t be letting “Noel” get away from him. Goddamn, why did she sound so familiar? There was something about her face and the sound of her voice that was rang the bell of recognition. It was more than he just saw her on the street corner one day, but rather something that was attached to a vague experience that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It was maddening to think that she was a part of his past, but from what?
Rounding a corner of the alley, he found that Noel had made a pretty fair distance but found herself stalled. She leapt to reach what was a dumpster, but why? He eyes followed her trail and instantly found the fire escape leading upward. With a growl on his lips, and need to get her attention, the man moved closer, lifted his gun, and fired two warning shows into the brick wall just above her head.
”I said freeze goddammit!” he shouted. If that didn’t get her attention, he didn’t know what else would. ”Stop right now or I won’t miss on purpose!”
HOLY MOTHER---! Noel ducked for what good it would do for her and raised her already handcuffed hands up above her head which made her balance even harder to maintain on this stinking, slimy dumpster.
Aaaand he was shouting. Something about being cold? It was nice of him to be concerned, but not nice of him to shoot first. Noel really thought she'd let him down easy. She was really, really reconsidering her whole stance on police officers after the last few days she'd had.
"Not voy takaisin." She tried to communicate how unwilling she was to go back into police custody. If it came down to it... would she rather die?
No. She'd really rather avoid that, if possible. Georgie was making that really difficult, though.
Noel took a deliberate step back and fell into the dumpster feet first. Ugh! She was going to need a tetanus shot after this. She ducked her head beneath the metal walls for cover and grabbed a bag by it bunched mouth. He was bound to come see. If he did, she now had a very smelly improvised trash weapon which she planned to aim with deliberate pettiness.
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As he guessed, a few bits of exploding brick thanks to a few well-aimed shots did the trick, as he hoped that they would. The woman didn’t scream or jump too high at the sound and fury, but instead stood stock-still, balancing awkwardly atop the dumpster, trying to find her balance. Jorge began to advance, for the moment happy that this hell had seemingly come to an end. Gun raised and poised directly on her now (nowhere vital, though), Jorge was about to command her to get off the dumpster when she had shouted back in her strange combination of languages again.
>> "Not voy takaisin."
He blinked, again only catching the smallest snippet of what the young woman was trying to say. Something about “not going…” but not going to where? Was she not going to listen to him? Not going to get off the dumpster? Not going to vote in the next election? There were a number of possibilities but, in all fairness, given her constant attempts at flight, he could only assume that she wasn’t going to pay attention to his warnings.
The movement was swift. Jorge had started to speak again when she suddenly moved, only instead of up, she ignored the fire escape and instead leapt backwards into the dumpster where she disappeared before a wall of metal. A loud clang! followed, joined by the scent of spoilt food and rotten materials bursting into an invisible mushroom cloud of foul and sour odors. Jorge recoiled, briefly, but covered his mouth and nose with his free hand, still advancing with his gun drawn.
She was essentially trapped. The dumpster wasn’t THAT large and it didn’t have hidden passageways or anything (at least that he was willing to believe). On top of the fact that she had dropped her knife back where she first had assaulted him, he could only surmise that she was unarmed. However that didn’t mean she was dangerous. Who knows what makeshift weapons lay in that trashcan, or if she would even need them; she did fight pretty well back there.
Gun still trained, Jorge kicked the side of the dumpster. He wasn’t going to peek his head in just yet. ”Hey. Noel. Come on out,” he said firmly. ”I’m done playing games for the night.” He kicked the side of the can again. ”Come on! Just make it easy on yourself…”
He kicked the wall of her trash receptacle and Noel jumped. That was stupid. If he'd shot the thing, it would have made a worse sound. Somehow, just because she wasn't expecting it, it had scared her.
And he was talking again. Some memory of a game flitted behind her eyes. Something about hiding.
"I can't understand you!" She shouted back in her garbled mix of tongues and threw the first bag of trash over the wall of her bin. If he was close enough to kick, he was close enough to get disgusting. She selfishly kept hold of the lip of the bag a moment longer than was necessary to send it hefting over the edge so that the bag would fly toward him with a wide open aperture and expel any contents like vomit.
Ugh. She was halfway to doing the same for herself. When was the last time she ate?
"”¡Jätä me solo, Georgie!” She'd tried that one before, hadn't she? Noel tossed another bag. And another.
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He kicked the dumpster again for good measure. It was sufficient to say that Jorge was absolutely done with this matter. Maybe his time away had shortened his patience a little, maybe the woman whom he was pursuing was really just that annoying, either way the man was at the end of his patience with the matter. He wanted to just slap the cuffs on her and hauled her butt in and led the courts decide which of her list of crimes will stick. At this point he didn’t care if she looked familiar anymore, he just wanted out of this damn alley.
Glass crunched underfoot as Jorge shifted in his position. Where was this woman? There really wasn’t anywhere that she could go and yet she was being absolutely pig-headed about not wanting to give up her primo spot surrounded by garbage. He had announced that she needed to get out but all he received in return was another garble of languages thrown at him. He didn’t understand all of it but it sounded like she wasn’t going to be moving.
Rolling his eyes, Jorge started to step closer to the can when suddenly there was movement. He jumped, taking a step back to raise his gun when his vision was filled with thin, foul smelling plastic. The impact didn’t hurt when the bag hit him, if anything the man almost gagged at the offensive odor that now clung to the interior of his nostrils.
He puttered as the bag fell from his face, for a moment just shocked by the occurrence. Did this really happen? Did she really just pelt him with a bag of garbage? She must have because, following a string of nonsense – where she actually called him Georgie again – another bag was thrown.
>> "”¡Jätä me solo, Georgie!”
He dodged. ”Hey! No one calls me Georgie!” he growled as he stepped towards the can. ”You’re under a--! THWUMP! another bag hit his face. He tossed it aside. ”You’re under arr--! THWUMP! Another. ”YOU’RE UNDER ARRES--!! THWUMP!!! ”STOP THROWING GARBAGE AT ME!!!”
At this point Jorge himself must have made a comical, and foul smelling, image. Standing there, gun at his side, smears of what he could only hope was chocolate on his face and a greasy banana peel clinging onto the top of his head, he was now a man on the edge. Eyes narrowed, Jorge eyed the trashcan and, just above it, a leaking water pipe that ran into the building. If she wanted to play it like this then he was going to play it.
Reaching upwards it with his free hand, Jorge pulled and summoned to water that was there. Soon the pipe above the open dumpster would be cracking and leaking, spilling the liquid down in little dribbles until the pressure built up enough to shattered the pipe and cause it to fall in a torrent into the dumpster. Jorge kept pulling water into to, the cracks and holes on the sides unable to empty the metal vessel under all the water being poured in. After all that garbage, it was clear she now needed a bath.
She heaved bags with hands that were already in cuffs. A nearly full garbage bin was fast emptying because Noel had no other end game. She had to bury him in trash because that was all she had.
This was not her finest hour.
At first sprinkle, Noel thought nothing of it. But when she'd initially dismissed as rain became a trickle and then a gueyser, the psychic knew she was in trouble.
She drew the line at garbage soup.
Noel grabbed the lip of the can and heaved herself up while the water was still at her ankles. Panicked, angry, scared and with nowhere left to go but through Georgie, that's exactly what she aimed to do.
She was up in a few seconds. Pulled herself over in a single breath's span. And swung with the momentum of her pivot in a single heartbeat. She aimed her feet to hit him in the face. He could taste his own garbage soup. She was NOT GOING BACK.
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Jorge had the upper hand here. Pouring water into the dumpster would surely get the woman’s attention. Attempting to hide in a vessel containing a vile concoction of garbage, tainted water, and other foulness would be quick to make anyone call uncle. Thankfully the flinging of garbage stopped. All he needed from her now was to finally just shut up and give soppy self over to custody. He’d make sure to give her a towel from the back of the car.
However, she continued to prove infuriating. As he heard movement in the vessel, there was a sudden shift. Jorge was startled by the sight of the woman as she pulled herself over the lip of the dumpster and suddenly lashed out at him with feet.
All Jorge could smell coming at him was the foulest broth that he had ever smelled. That alone was enough to caught him to turn away. Mixed with his aversion to being kicked in the face again, Jorge moved to dodge out of the way, instead deflecting the woman’s kick into his shoulder. He grunted in momentary discomfort as he turned, feeling a numbness echo in his shoulder before being replaced with pain.
”Grr,” he growled through the pain. If she had kicked him in the face, she could very well be on the way to running again, but the man thankfully was on his feet and not at all dazed. Instead, after a half turn, he raised both hands up again, gun lifting up towards at her. ”Dammit Noel! Final warn—“
He paused. There as the flash of a memory, a vague one. Handcuffs…and a lawyer…and…Noel?
The shoulder was not ideal. She'd hoped to hit his face and then slide past to his shoulder and hook his neck in order to throw him to the ground again. With the impact where it was, she didn't have the balance needed to leverage anything where she meant for it to go.
Both feet hit his shoulder and Noel kicked out. That sent her bumping backwards into the garbage bin again with her shoulders taking most of the impact. It didn't leave enough time to get her feet beneath her in time to land with grace. She managed one foot on the ground, one knee. She stopped the last of her momentum with her hands and looked up to see the officer had kept his feet.
And she was out of time.
No time to get up. No time to think. No time to even utter a prayer.
He was leveling his gun at her. She launched herself at his legs, aiming to use her shoulder as a battering ram. He was old. The joints were surely not what they used to be.
She wasn't going to be helpless. She'd told herself that she'd never let herself be helpless ever again. She would fight to her last breath if that was what it took.
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She wasn’t stopping. That was the thing that Jorge had to admit to himself. As much as he didn’t like the idea, as much as he wanted to just bring this woman in and get back to his life, get back home safe to his fiancée and child, the detective knew that he was fresh out of options. The fight before had been brutal and now that she was little more than a cornered animal, there was no way she was going to come along peacefully; she made that abundantly clear – even if he couldn’t fully understand her words.
How many warnings had he given? Enough. How many times did he offer her a chance to stop? Plenty. He didn’t like it but it was time to bring this whole debacle to an end.
The pain radiated from his shoulder. Any harder and she probably could have dislocated it if she wanted to. However he pushed through the soreness and continued to raise his gun. This was it, it was his only chance left to bring her to a stop.
However when he raised his gun to the level he figured she would be at, he was wrong. She was much lower, crouched on the ground, as feral as an animal. She wasn’t going to let him bring her in and every second that became clearer, especially when she charged forward, her shoulder aimed for his lower half.
F*** it!
He lowered his aim. It wasn’t as solid and steady as he would have liked it to be, but he was running on instinct now. He was trying to defend himself, trying to ensure that he made it home safe and that he brought someone who was clearly a danger to society to a halt (at least that's how the shrinks tell them to justify it). Originally he had aimed for the thick meat of her thigh to stop, but now with his shifted form and adrenaline pumping through him, his aim felt somewhere towards her upper body.
A curse in his mind for her making him do this, he squeezed the trigger…
It felt like her world stopped. All she could hear was the continued ring of a close-quarters gunshot. The breath that had fueled her body was now gone. The power she'd had, useless.
Her momentum carried her into the Officer's legs, but it was much less without her continued effort; like a car that'd lost it's wheels might still manage to slide across the finish line.
She'd already been shot once tonight, but that was a graze quickly taken care of by a fast healing mutant. That had hurt. This was infinitely worse.
Maybe she could... Noel tried to move her arms. It hurt to move her arms. She couldn't seem to get herself upright or even anything resembling upright. She couldn't even seem to draw a full breath.
Moisture pooled unbidden in the lower lids of her eyes.
"Poliisi...es buena." She had wanted to believe that. Why wouldn't they let her hold on to that belief? Her plea for help didn't get much further than a gurgling cough fit. And coughing hurt.