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.
The park was so white, a drop of blood would stand out in the snowfall. The silent wind tossed about falling ice crystals. The glistening snow rivaled the sheen of diamonds. The white powder sprinkled upon the grass and pavements, topped the fences that marched around the paths, and settled snug into the hugs of the branches high above woolen-capped heads.
Picture perfect. Linc bathed in that thought. The snapshot sounds of his camera ricocheted off the shivering barks of trees as his lens focused on capturing the powdered scene within the confines of the little machine. He lugged a backpack that weighed on his shoulders, packed with his photoshoot tools. A senior from the nearby high school, with jet black hair, a lisp when he spoke, and a slouched way of walking, had just finished his senior photo session with Linc. The kid insisted on having the photoshoot where the snow was freshly falling, so Linc came with his snug, obsidian jacket, and took photo after photo of the kid, looking like a walking, lump of coal in a sea of white.
The kid was long gone, the tip of his nose red from the cold, and the couple dollars of his measly tip, frostbitten like his ungloved hands.
All Linc wanted to do now was feel the cold wind filter through his lungs, and hear the cold snapshots of his camera picture the serene view of Central Park. Me-time, he called it. Time to wander through the ebb and flow of the crowds who came to take selfies of the same gorgeous scene.
Today he was feeling ambitious, and began taking photos of anything red he could find; the twin-knit crimson scarves a couple had been wearing, the scarlet, glittering shoes of a toddler, and even the cherry earrings of a elderly woman with snowy hair to match. What would finish his collection, would be anyone who strolled down the paths with a bright, sanguine coat. All a person had to do was walk down the middle of the lane he waited at, so the picture could gravitate towards the flaming red of their attire. Just like a drop of blood staining the blanket of white.
The click of a camera shutter was unmistakable in the muffled silence of snowfall. Svetlana, who had been out for a nice afternoon walk, wearing a warm red jacket and high boots, froze for a split second when she heard it. She had been living like a prey animal, constantly watching out for danger, ever since she had been rescued from SUPER. She knew they were still looking for her; every time she left her apartment, she was forcing herself out of her comfort zone, hyper-sensitive to all suspicious sights and sounds. Like a camera clicking.
She didn't turn to look. She kept walking slowly, strolling along the snowy path until she came to a point where she could turn and catch a glimpse of the man, all dressed in black, holding a camera. Pointed in her direction.
SUPER spy? Sveta had had suspicions like that before. Once led her to almost punch a teenage girl. But this man... the black outfit, the camera. He looked both normal and out of place.
The Russian's eyes narrowed as she strolled on, waiting for the man to take his leave. He had what he came for. Now it was her turn to follow, from a distance, biding her time until he got to a place where streets ran into alleys, away from traffic and prying eyes. Sveta picked up pace, following along. She had to catch up before he got into a car. Or through the rip.
He turned a corner and she ran the last few steps. The more momentum she gained, the more sure she was that the man worked for SUPER.
"Hey!" the moment he turned, Sveta threw a punch. She would regret it later. Soon. Probably after she asked some questions.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Central Park sat a few blocks away from his apartment complex. The view from his balcony hovered over the park's brilliance on the twenty-fourth floor, a floor that was high enough for Linc to risk his life if he were to topple over his balcony fence. With his camera stowed away, and the new photos he had taken tucked away in its memory, Linc envisioned himself sitting at the edge of peril, savoring a hot cup of chamomile tea, editing the pictures to his standard of perfection. The day was still young, and high with the adolescent energy of noontime. A trip to the nearest Deli for lunch was also an option he balanced on his shoe-tips. He had only to swing his foot to the right to change his mind and direction.
Linc received a swing to the face instead.
He heard the pop of his jaw, a nice clean pop that a champagne bottle would envy. The light of the soft sky flickered. The straight-on collision left him with a split second to react, and he swung his bags to his side, so that he wouldn't topple on his equipment. Holding his left hand out to catch his fall, his palm fell straight onto a patch of ice that yanked stability from underneath him. A loud crack resounded once he hit the ground.
Shaking off the faint soreness that covered his underside, Linc pushed himself up quick. The cracking sound wasn't made by ice. The case of his favorite camera lay crushed underneath his throbbing pelvis. Linc's world froze.
"No... No. No. No. Nooo!" He slid the camera case from under his side and a burning sensation started within his chest. The punch, when it landed, should've knocked some wind out of him, but instead a swirling cyclone of energy rose in his chest and spread throughout his limbs.
Stay calm, Linc. He closed his eyes, shutting the world out and keeping the darkness in. Remember to stay, calm. The energy built up inside his chest. A scream coiled within itself, squeezing tightly in his throat. Dread flooded his temples. Anger welled up in his torso.
Don't lose yourself. Stay cal- A sharp, stabbing pain pierced his back and the energy built up inside of him popped. A searing feeling spread along his spine, like a branding iron streaking against his vertebrae. He felt an unmistakable sensation return that he hadn't felt for years now, a sensation he had been avoiding for years.
"F*** your calm!", one voice boomed.
"Nooo! Don't!" A second voice, both identical in pitch and in tenor. They called out from behind him, voices shot out of mouths that weren't on his face. Linc looked up to see a back just like his get up off the ground and aim a low sweep at their assaulter's legs.
"You b****!"
"Stop, don't hurt her. Stop it, you idiot!"
They're back... They're... Back. His thoughts grew dull with the repetition of the hollow phrase. They're back.
The punch landed a little harder than Sveta had intended. She could hear the pop as she caught the guy on the jaw, and he went down, fall made heavier by the ice, and fell on his camera bag. The crunching sound was the first moment that told Sveta that she might have done a horrible mistake. Who the hell went around punching people for taking photos? Unless they were spying for SUPER. They had to be.
The man seemed to try to calm himself down... at least until somehow, right in front of Sveta's eyes, two copies of him manifested. One of them was definitely pissed.
>>"You b****!"
>>"Stop, don't hurt her. Stop it, you idiot!"
"F***" Sveta swore, taking a step back. Duplicator? Really? Did they use mutants for spying missions now? Sveta's eyes narrowed as she made her stand.
"I am not going back to SUPER. And you are not taking any pictures back either."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Linc grunted, and picked his sore self off the ground. He just did the one thing he spent his last few years of living avoiding, and he didn't know how to feel. He could not feel a thing. Maybe it was the cold, or the shake of his fall, but all the emotion in his chest was flushed out of him. He almost didn't care about what just happened, and hobbled forward, knowing that logically, he was supposed to prevent something bad from happening, but somewhere along the link from his brain to his heart, was a short fuse. There was no point in fighting over the camera. No point, but his clones seemed to disagree.
The woman had just backed up from his clone's clumsy attempt at knocking her down, and he responded with an irritated grunt.
>> "I am not going back to SUPER. And you are not taking any pictures back either."
"You just punched me in the face! What f***ing nonsense are you saying, right now?" The angry clone wound a fist back, and took steps forward, seething as he paused. Before he could throw the punch, Linc's other clone reached out and pulled his elbow back, and shoved him to the side, knocking him off balance. As soon as he did so, he placed his hands on his cheeks and whimpered.
"I can't let you fight her. Can't you see this is our fault?" The clone put up a brave face, shivering as he stood in between the one wrapped in rage and the woman.
"You scaredy-a** f***er! Always getting in my way, pushing me aside. Stop suppressing me and let me do you a favor for once! We could easily take her out if you stopped being against me!" The clone threw himself at the other, hands ready to strangle. Despite the trepidation in the other clone's stance, he diverted the oncoming attack and swung around to the clone's back, locking him in a chokehold.
He turned to the female and he pleaded with a crack in his voice, "Knock him out. Quick. Help me out here!"
Linc stood, watching, knowing not what to do. He fell to his knees in defeat.
Duplicators were bad news. Sveta still remembered fighting the puppetmaster that could summon up an unlimited supply of people he had absorbed before. That guy was after her powers, to be able to collect even more bodies. She was not going to go down that road again, SUPER or no SUPER.
>>"You just punched me in the face! What f***ing nonsense are you saying, right now?"
>>"I can't let you fight her. Can't you see this is our fault?"
Oh, lovely. The copies were fighting each other. Whoever this guy was, he did not really have control over his powers. The original copy looked more than a little distressed. Sveta considered running away, but she was still worried they would get the photos, and she would have to deal with SUPER again.
"Dat's right, your fault for spying on people!" she snapped.
>>"You scaredy-a** f***er! Always getting in my way, pushing me aside. Stop suppressing me and let me do you a favor for once! We could easily take her out if you stopped being against me!"
>>"Knock him out. Quick. Help me out here!"
She was not sure whom to believe. Which copy was in charge here? Definitely not the original, but really, if she was going to fight them it was easier to fight them one by one, especially if some were stronger than others. While Nice Dude was holding Angry Dude down, Sveta aimed another punch at him, hoping that the copies could not be boosted to create more copies. Because that would have sucked.
"What the hell is wrong with you people?..."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Linc stood up, pumping as much energy as he could into his tired limbs, and opened his camera case. They were fighting because of this camera. He had to stop it, somehow, even if his arms swung like hollow pipes.
"He's still kicking!" The other clone called out. He gave out a groan when he took an elbow to his stomach, his grip loosening on the other clone's neck.
>>"What the hell is wrong with you people?..."
"You f***ing touched my face. You're gonna get it." He rubbed his sore neck and shot a glare at the female with his crooked brow and bare teeth.
Linc flipped open the camera case and observed the insides. The black plastic of the machine had its dull sheen, and it was flattened. Dented. But not entirely broken. His camera shouldn't even need repair. This incident shouldn't have caused him to split at all. So, why did it? Did it have to do with the surge of energy he felt after that woman punched him?
Wait. This opportunity is perfect. Linc thought to himself, as he took out the camera and let the shutter loose. A flash lit up the street and caused his clone to pause, mid-lunge.
"Wait? It's not broken?" His clone turned around, his face still fuming but his eyebrows raised in confusion.
Linc took another photo, this time making sure to have both clones and the female in his picture. Another collection to his mutant album, this time featuring Me, Myself and I.
>>"You f***ing touched my face. You're gonna get it."
Sveta punched the angry clone, but he did not go down; as if the anger fueling it also made is super strong. Sveta's fist definitely felt the hit, but a punch was not always enough to knock a guy down, whatever Hollywood movies liked to suggest. Sveta went back to a defensive position, at a loss as she watched the two clones struggle with each other. Hell, the whole thing was...
Flash.
>>"Wait? It's not broken?"
"What did I tell you about taking pictures?!" Sveta wheeled on the original copy of the guy, glaring at the camera. At least she had a specific direction for her anger now "Seriously, did they even train you, or did they just send you on the field as a joke?"
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
>>"What did I tell you about taking pictures?!" Sveta wheeled on the original copy of the guy, glaring at the camera. At least she had a specific direction for her anger now "Seriously, did they even train you, or did they just send you on the field as a joke?"
“Could you explain what you mean by that?” Linc carried the camera away from his face and raised his eyebrows at the female.
“We’re still fighting. I can’t believe we’re still fighting.” The one clone picked himself up off the ground and wiped the slobber off his jaw. He wrapped an arm around his waist and got up from the ground, hesitant but determined to be a part of the conversation.
“I'm still mad as s***.” The irate clone cracked his knuckles together and rubbed his face. He stepped toward the woman, head cocked to the side. “This ain’t a time to play photographer!”
“Linc, stop.” The fearful clone reached out to the irate one again, this time keeping a few footsteps away.
Linc flinched at hearing his own name. So did the angry clone.
“Let her explain before anyone else gets hurt.”
“Like hell… Her baby face is sof***ing annoying. She has ten seconds to explain her f***ing idiocy and paranoia.”
Linc lifted himself from his knees and gave a blank stare towards the blonde female.
“I don’t exactly know how we got to this point, but I speak on behalf of myself here. Why did you punch me?”
Whoa, the dude was slow on the uptake. Did he really think he was passing for what, a random dude with a camera? He couldn't even agree with his own clones about what was going on. He could have at least had one of them attack Sveta and figured it out after she was not a threat anymore. She only spent a few weeks in SUPER training, but even she knew that.
>>“Like hell… Her baby face is so f***ing annoying. She has ten seconds to explain her f***ing idiocy and paranoia.”
>>“I don’t exactly know how we got to this point, but I speak on behalf of myself here. Why did you punch me?”
"Your face is annoying" Sveta shot back with a pout. Sure, it sounded like they were on a kindergarden playground, but the angry one was really getting on hr nerves. She kinda hoped that had been the main guy. Would have made things a lot simpler.
"I punched you because you were taking photos of me, ***hole" she snapped "And I am on the wanted list of an evil government organization from another universe, which makes me a little jumpy. But you probably know that. So, you can either prove to me very fast that you are not a SUPER agent, or we're gonna have a problem, because I'm not letting you run to them and tattle about me."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
"SUPER? You mean that mutant organization? After you?" Linc put down his camera and walked closer to Sveta.
"She's a mutant like us! What if she has the power to explode the whole of New York City! Stay back, stay back!" The one clone latched onto the other's elbow, but was shoved aside.
"You idiot, all she's been able to do was throw weak a** punches. She's bluffing. There's no way SUPER would be after her puny--"
"There is a misunderstanding here." Linc cut his clone off from speaking, with a hollow glance.
"I don't really care anymore about why you punched me, but here. It's the pictures you want, right?" Linc handed her the camera.
"You're giving her my camera? After she almost f***ing broke it?" The clone seethed and shoved the fearful clone aside. He then shoved Linc aside and reached for the camera. Madness welled up in his eyes, dark orbs swirling with unforgiving energy.
Sveta was running out of patience, and it did not help that she was arguing with three copies of the same guy, all with three completely different attitudes. She was used to being outnumbered, but she was new to being out-annoyed.
>>"SUPER? You mean that mutant organization? After you?"
Okay, so maybe the guy was not SUPER. A SUPER agent would not have called it a 'mutant organization.' Sveta sighed. If he wasn't, this whole mess was just going to get more pointless.
>>"She's a mutant like us! What if she has the power to explode the whole of New York City! Stay back, stay back!"
>>"You idiot, all she's been able to do was throw weak a** punches. She's bluffing. There's no way SUPER would be after her puny--"
"Yeah, but I punched you out of him" Sveta noted coldly, trying to hold back from doing it again. Could the clones multiply too?...
>>"There is a misunderstanding here. I don't really care anymore about why you punched me, but here. It's the pictures you want, right?"
>>"You're giving her my camera? After she almost f***ing broke it?"
Sveta took the camera, keeping an eye on the clones while she looked it over to see how best she could destroy the pictures.
"So, if you're not SUPER, then why the hell were you taking pictures of me?"
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
The clone clothed in ire snatched the camera back from the female, disregarding the possible instance of her manifesting a fantastic display of her mutant powers. He held the camera close to his chest and took three, successive steps backward. The other clone clamored to his side, latching his grubby hands onto the camera. The two began to bicker over who would get to hold the camera.
Linc walked up to the female and sighed deeply.
"Your red jacket contrasted well against the snow. So, I took a picture." Linc mentioned before he slumped his head down. Energy felt like it was siphoning slowly out of his back, like a leaking water balloon that was deflating fast. The angry clone had resorted to yelling at the fearful clone, who cowered and shifted his gaze to and away from the clone and the two of them talking.
Linc shook his head, not knowing what to do. He was losing energy fast and his motivation was slipping away alongside it.
"So... Now what? Are you happy? I could care, less, really. Maybe they'll stop fighting each other soon."
Pictures destroyed, the camera was snatched back from her by the clones, who did not seem to agree on what to do with it. Sveta glared at the original copy of the guy, who did not seem like he cared at all. What was his problem?...
>>"Your red jacket contrasted well against the snow. So, I took a picture."
Sveta sighed. Just as she suspected: he was a photographer, not a spy. She had, once again, seen danger when there was none, and made a mess of things.
>>"So... Now what? Are you happy? I could care, less, really. Maybe they'll stop fighting each other soon."
Sveta blinked, a little confused.
"You can't reel your own clones in?..." she asked, and then immediately realized that that sounded way too snappy for someone who had just punched a civilian for no reason at all. Sveta sighed. "Sorry. I should not have punched you. I... overreacted."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Pictures destroyed, the camera was snatched back from her by the clones, who did not seem to agree on what to do with it. Sveta glared at the original copy of the guy, who did not seem like he cared at all. What was his problem?...
>>"Your red jacket contrasted well against the snow. So, I took a picture."
Sveta sighed. Just as she suspected: he was a photographer, not a spy. She had, once again, seen danger when there was none, and made a mess of things.
>>"So... Now what? Are you happy? I could care, less, really. Maybe they'll stop fighting each other soon."
Sveta blinked, a little confused.
"You can't reel your own clones in?..." she asked, and then immediately realized that that sounded way too snappy for someone who had just punched a civilian for no reason at all. Sveta sighed. "Sorry. I should not have punched you. I... overreacted."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!