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.
Posted by Saphirus on Jul 13, 2018 21:35:02 GMT -6
X-Men
Member of the X-Men
Shelby
1,590
82
Apr 16, 2021 19:54:07 GMT -6
Puck
It was dark in the streets of New York City. A hunter was after it's prey. This particular hunter knew it's prey well. The time they were typically found prowling the streets, the best locations to find them, and the prey that they usually hunted as well. He knew all of this, because he'd practically ingrained it in her DNA. He'd taught her these streets, how to navigate them, how to hunt without getting caught.
Saphirus was hunting Moose, and she was proving to be hard to find. He'd heard word of night stalkers being left in a poor state on the side of the road lately. It had to be her; it was one of the MO's he'd taught her, taking advantage of her smaller size. He was watching for that hunting pattern today; a lone, hooded figure walking around unattended.
His perch atop one of the taller buildings in one of the shadier parts of town was the perfect viewpoint to stake out the area. The darkly dressed crime fighter, out on the streets again after a long break, looked down at his small wristwatch. 2:23 AM... Maybe she wasn't out tonight. He gritted his teeth a bit.
He had to find her. Leaving voicemails still wasn't working, and she was bound to get herself into too much trouble if she kept this up.
All it took was the wrong mutant. One mistake in a fight, and everything would be over. He had to know that she was at least doing this right...
And honestly, he really just missed her face. The risk of alienating her more was worth it for a real chance at getting her to come back home. He tilted his head a bit as he saw a small figure turn around a corner. The shadow hidden Superhero adjusted his position, and lifted his Binoculars, taking a close look.
A young girl was briskly walking home. She couldn't be sure, but it felt like she was being followed. There had been a rash of abductions in the area of late that left the neighborhood on edge.
At certain points during her walk, she was sure that she had seen the same car more than a few times. She had a few blocks left on her walk... she just wanted to get home after a long day at work.
"Oi... Girl." A man's voice disrupted the calm, causing her to freeze in her tracks and spin around. A tall lanky man stepped out from the shadows of a side alley, gesturing with one finger for her to come closer. "C'mere a minute."
Now, she was a smart girl. She hesitated for only a minute before declining him politely and turning back around. She started walking again... maybe a bit faster though.
"Hey!" He started after her rows creasing in anger at being ignored. She sped up more. They made it a block away and he had nearly caught up with longer strides when he passed by another access alley.
From within, a gloved hand darted out and latched securely onto his collar, before dragging him quickly in. The girl turned to see if he was following her a moment later, but he was gone.
--
Inside the alley, Elke was crouched over the unconscious form of the man. She had taken him out quickly by wrapping and locking her arms around his throat, kicking out his legs to knock him down to her level, and applying pressure. It didn't take long for him to stop moving.
She rifled through his pockets first, finding an assortment of incriminating items. Nylon rope, a thin black... hood? She sighed. He was probably part of the trafficking ring that had popped up in the neighborhood recently.
"Well, dude, should I break your arms or legs first?" The native stretched her fingers and cracked her knkuckles.
Posted by Saphirus on Jul 14, 2018 21:17:58 GMT -6
X-Men
Member of the X-Men
Shelby
1,590
82
Apr 16, 2021 19:54:07 GMT -6
Puck
No, wasn't her... He cursed the night. Maybe it was bad timing. He only had a couple more nights until he could reasonably hold off on having Shelby move in... Maybe tomorrow. The incognito hero caught a bit of movement far off and to the side. The binoculars revealed an obviously shady man propositioning the poor woman. He shook his head silently. Well, it was a good thing he happened to be out and about, huh? Maybe he could get to the bottom of the abductions happening around here as of late?
He stood from his crouched position, reaching for the mask he'd taken to wearing in these more private outings. By the time he had it on, they'd started heading his direction; her hurrying, and him slinking along behind. Now, to find a good ambush loca-hello...
A smile formed under the mask on his face as he spotted something in the alley below. She'd beat him to it. A feeling of pride welled up in his chest, fought back by paternal worry. He leaned in to get a closer look as the man passed the alley.
Perfectly executed silent takedown; she didn't even give him a chance to see her face. He could have one it better himself, but not much. She'd payed attention.
He walked off the edge of the building, floating silently, and slowly to a rest a bit deeper into the alleyway, where he'd spotted a dumpster to hide behind. This odd little float often made it so he needed a second to get his bearings.
"Well, dude, should I break your arms or legs first?" He narrowly averted the chuckle attempting to escape his throat, rounding the trash receptacle to lean against the wall, and chime in calmly.
"I like to go for the knees. If you do it right, they'll have a hobble for the rest of their life. A reminder."
He readied himself for a reaction; none of her clones were visible right now. "I'm proud of you, Moose... You're really coming into your own."
"I like to go for the knees. If you do it right, they'll have a hobble for the rest of their life. A reminder."
The teen groaned on the inside when she recognized the voice. Of course he would show up here. He'd been tailing her for freakin' ever, but she'd managed to evade him until now.
"I'm proud of you, Moose... You're really coming into your own."
Her expression had remained flat and uninterested as she stared him down. There were a lot of things she felt like saying to him, but she had decided on the silent treatment instead. Saph could take a lot of flack and give it back easily, but he never did too well when people just cut him out entirely. She would know, she'd seen it happen before.
"I ain't got nothing to say to you, old man."
Yeah, knee breaking was his mo. She decided to go with grabbing one of his arms and easily twisting it out of place with a neat little pop. Then, she used that same arm to roll forward over the guy, wrapping her other arm around one of his legs as she went. She ended in a crouch with the man over her shoulders in a fireman's carry.
True to her words, she didn't bother to say anything else as she headed toward the dumpster he had been hiding behind. She lifted the lid with one hand and shouldered the guy into the big metal bin with an exaggerated shrug. Then she headed off further into the alley past Saph while dusting her gloves off.
Posted by Saphirus on Jul 14, 2018 23:15:27 GMT -6
X-Men
Member of the X-Men
Shelby
1,590
82
Apr 16, 2021 19:54:07 GMT -6
Puck
The pride he'd felt was masked and smothered quickly by her coldness. Yeah, that made sense. She hauled the man up after dislocating his arm, depositing him roughly into a dumpster. It was better than the trafficker deserved. He wanted to call that out, to criticize her, but he resisted, leaning up from the wall and walking after her.
"Elke, I want to talk... Did you get my messages?" He'd left three. One the day she'd left that was... angrier, but apologetic, another that had told her to leave if she was just going to walk out when ever it got hard, and then... that last one. That one was the closest to how he really felt. He didn't want her to go away... This whole thing with being honest and not stubborn was hard for him.
"You've been active a lot lately. The streets are getting more dangerous since the rift closed..." He hesitated to say more as he moved to keep pace. Was she a little taller? It looked like he'd missed a lot in a small amount of time already. She reminded him of himself, when he'd started to cut himself sharp on the streets.
It was a hard time. The older mutant spied her over for signs of living on the streets. Disheveled clothing, worn shoes, weathered skin. He figured she was smart and streetwise enough to secure cover... Maybe her brother was helping out, too. He was always more of a father than the girl's real parents.
"No, She lied through her teeth, pretending she hadn't heard his messages. "I didn't get your messages. Don't listen to my voicemails." She ignored him as he walked after her. He was lucky she even responded at all after what he'd said in his second message.
"You got somethin' to say to me, you can say it now. No promises i'll listen, though."
Maybe it wouldn't hurt too much to give him a chance to pull that foot out of his a@#. It had been up there for a long tie after all.
He rambled on about the rift and danger and blah blah blah. Same old same old. He still didn't think she could take care of herself after all this time. It really pissed her off!
"Where we headed?"
She rounded on him, shoulders squared and feet planted like she was gonna start a fight. "What's your problem, huh? You got some kinda complex about being a hero? Enough to shove it down everyone's throat?" She jerked am arm in a wide arm behind her, where the exit to the alley was, and the city beyond. "Let me @#$%in' remind you that I was walking these streets long before you traipsed into my life. I was out here surviving on my own because my own @#$&in' blood were too busy to deal with me. I was doing this s@#t way before you ever met me! So what if it's dangerous? My whole life had been filled with danger. I deal with it perfectly @#$&in' fine."
She clenched her fists at her side, glaring at the ground between them. Sure, he had done some good things in her life, but that didn't excuse him for constantly looking down on her. "Quit treating me like I'm some fragile, incompetent child, and maybe I'll start treating you like a goddamn parent!"
Mini-rant over, she turned back around to resume stomping out of the alley.
He stared blankly at her as she denied having listened to any of his messages. Huh. Well, he supposed that was for the best, considering that second one. Honestly, he'd probably sounded a bit pathetic in that last one, too... He'd been at a low point. Didn't make what he'd said any less true.
"You got somethin' to say to me, you can say it now. No promises i'll listen, though."
"I miss you."Why make it complicated? She was just going to spend a while angry at him, so he might as well keep it simple, and let her be mad for a while.
He moved to follow her, and she turned and freaked out. Beneath his mask he stared with a slightly thrown off expression as she went on.
"What's your problem, huh? You got some kinda complex about being a hero? Enough to shove it down everyone's throat? Let me @#$%in' remind you that I was walking these streets long before you traipsed into my life. I was out here surviving on my own because my own @#$&in' blood were too busy to deal with me. I was doing this s@#t way before you ever met me! So what if it's dangerous? My whole life had been filled with danger. I deal with it perfectly @#$&in' fine."
He tilted his head a bit. "Nothin to say, huh?" He muttered sheepishly. She'd probably wanted to say that forever. Even so, he followed her out. He'd worked really hard to find out her general area of operation and patterns, and he knew she'd ghost after this, and maybe be gone forever.
"Elke, When I met you, you were shooting honest to @$^&ing goodness riot grenades into a crowd and screaming rap lyrics at the top of your lungs. Things were not okay. And yeah, I worry about you, okay? I ain't gonna stop. But don't think for a second I don't believe in you. Hell, seeing you work? You've gotten good. Real good. If you wanna go ahead and say that I didn't teach you at least some of that... Fine. I really still feel like there's a bit more I could not teach you, if you're still willing to listen. If not... That's also fine. If me shutting the @#$^ up gets you back home, fine. I'll do what I gotta do."
He muttered that last bit, and then moved to catch up a bit to her.
He brought up the rap and grenades, and she spun back around with a red face. "Yeah, and you were running around playing #$%&in' god! So what?" Her voice squeaked a little. She tried to cover it up by crossing her arms.
What he had said sank in a little, and begrudgingly she drew her eyes back to the man. She guessed he was being honest then since this kinda matched up with what he had said in his last voicemail. Gradually, she relented. Her head tipped back and she groaned, before spinning back around so her back was to him.
"... Been a lot of activity on 53rd..." She muttered and started to walk again.
A few blocks later, she felt composed enough to start talking again. "Look... It's not like you never taught me anything... It's just that I thought I was doing really well all on my own and then a bunch of people, primarily you, butted in and spent a few years screaming at me that I was wrong."
The teen kicked a half-crushed beer can out of her way and turned a corner down a less used road. They didn't need to draw attention unless they were looking for it. "...s'all anybody ever seems to wanna do." She muttered.
One brisk walk later, and she was leading him into the yard of an old two-story house. She avoided the front door in favor of a creaky side gate, which lead them around to the back of the house. It was clear that the yard hadn't been bothered with any grooming in quite a long time, and a few older style cars were abandoned in the back to slowly be overgrown with vines.
The teen paused briefly by a metal ladder that had been left against the house, which led up to a large, cracked window where the attic would be. It only took her a moment to climb up and throw the window open. Once inside, she ditched her jacket on an old coat rack and kicked her shoes off.
"Welcome to my humble abode."
The ceiling was tall enough for an average person to stand without hunching over. She'd strung rechargeable lights up around the space to brighten it up, and dragged in a large soft rug for the floor. A futon was pushed up against one wall and currently in couch position, with her blanket folded neatly over the back.
A DIY desk was across from it on the other side of the room and was currently filled with textbooks and piles of homework. Behind the desk, the slanted wall was decorated with various small pictures and spread out in a seemingly random pattern. She headed for her desk and reach for where she had secured a rolling map. With a tug, it unrolled. She'd marked various spots with bright red dots across the city.
A small picture frame sat to one side of the desk, with a picture from when she was younger. Saph had bought her her first phone back then and had taken a picture of the two of them with it. Elke was making the absolute worst face she could in it.
He barely held back a chuckle when she spun, red faced, and retorted with something about him playing god. She squeaked. Yeah... Little Moose was still in there, mixed in with a young woman trying incredibly hard to prove she was independent. He was the same when he was her age. Well, not the young woman part.
He seemed to have gotten through to her, a bit. He could tell by the loud groan. After a moment she remarked about the activity on 53rd. He'd heard of a few incidents, but her ears were closer to the ground at this point. Good to know. He provided a stiff nod. He walked with her silently for a while, partially trying to figure out this whole kidnapping ring, and partially wondering what she was thinking. Over the past several years he'd gotten used to trying to predict what she was up to. It was really the only way to make sure she didn't go off and do something crazy.
Now, though, he wondered if he could even keep up with that; she was more fluent in the streets than ever, she walked with a confidence and character that belied her youthful nature. Here, she felt in control, and for all intents and purposes, she appeared to be. He'd helped create an apex predator, and then let it free in the wild. Lucky for him she had a good heart. Under it all, she was always a well meaning kid. So many people had failed to see that in the past.
"Look... It's not like you never taught me anything... It's just that I thought I was doing really well all on my own and then a bunch of people, primarily you, butted in and spent a few years screaming at me that I was wrong...s'all anybody ever seems to wanna do."
"Eh, well, you can't always be right... A lot of getting better is being wrong a lot until you are right. I guess I never really gave you the benefit of the doubt when it came to showing you the big picture. But hey, I get things wrong sometimes, too... Like, uh... Well... At Atlantis... I was wrong, Elke. I Should have handled it better. The king messed with my head, but that's no excuse." He sighed, and lapsed into silence. He'd felt bad about that ever since it had happened. He'd driven her away.
It wasn't long before they arrived at a fairly well sized two story house for down town New York. A look of confusion appeared underneath his mask as he turned into the yard. She was living here? Woah. She didn't have some sort of sugar daddy, did she? Like, one who didn't like yard work? Did he have to bury a m#$%erf#$%er tonight? He tilted his head as she grabbed a metal latter and invited herself into the attic.
Maybe not a sugar daddy, then.
He followed her up, Taking the room in as he closed the window to a crack behind him. It was relatively spacious, for what it was.
"How'd you end up here?" He looked around a little more, walking over to the futon and inspecting it. A glance to her desk told him she was still going to school, maybe? He took off his mask, and couldn't hide a bit of a smile. She'd started behind everyone in class when he'd adopted her, but the girl was smart; she caught up quick, and was top ten in almost every subject. Her teachers hated her, but none of them ever complained that she was thick.
He walked up toward the desk as she pulled down her map. Great, she was marking locations of incidents. That was an awesome start. His eyes darted across the board as a hand wandered up to his chin. Slowly, though, his eyes wandered down to the picture frame. He couldn't help but smile... widely at first, and then his lips clenched a little as he tried to stop his eyes watering.
"You know... Part of me was afraid... You know... That you'd never even wanna come back... Never wanna see me again." He shook his head for a moment, and steadied himself, taking a deep breath.
"So... You have the locations cataloged. Any leads or ideas on the origins of this group? Where headquarters is?"
"You know... Part of me was afraid... You know... That you'd never even wanna come back... Never wanna see me again."
"Part of you has always been a dumbass."
She plopped herself on the edge of her bed and angled a dour look his way. She left the computer chair to him, if he so wanted it.
"So... You have the locations cataloged. Any leads or ideas on the origins of this group? Where headquarters is?"
She shrugged her shoulders in a '@#$% if I know' kinda way. "Been all around the city. More congregated in some areas than in others. Usually in low-income places. Beat a few of them up and asked them, but no ones talking as of yet."
It was strange, really. Usually, if she pressured someone in the right way they would spill the beans real quick. Most of the people she'd run into simply spouted the same story. They didn't know anything or anyone that they could point her two. They didn't ask questions.
"A lot of them looked like addicts, so maybe they get hired on for a fix without willingly knowing anything." She mused out loud, picking at one ear with a pinky.
"I just kinda figured that where they appear the most is where the base is. Like a bees nest or something."
He visually conceded to her dumbass statement, tilting his head to either side and shrugging. No more crybaby stuff, though; It was time to get down to business.
The self-taught investigator leaned in to take another close look at the map, listening to her thoughts on the matter. This was bigger than he'd thought; no wonder she'd opted not to bring that last guy in for interrogation. They were good enough, and had enough resources to hire nameless jims to do the job for them. It didn't matter if you were sloppy and let people get caught if they didn't know a damn thing about the operation. Good help was expensive, though. Hell, even mediocre help was pricey. These people had money.
He looked up for a moment as she pushed out a theory "I just kinda figured that where they appear the most is where the base is. Like a bees nest or something."
"Nah... One of the first rules of organised crime is don't #$^& in your own back yard." He reached out to the map, poking it in a few locations as he talked. "They are definitely organised crime if they are hiring this many people. Yeah... Look at these three spots where it's most concentrated. Here, here, and here. See how they kinda form a semi-circle? Makes me think they might be casting a bit of a net, maybe from this area over here, it's equal distance away from all of them." He gestured to a rather large area on the map.
"From there, you gotta think, if they are this big, they are nabbing a lot of people... they gotta be. They need a place to put them. So... Storage facilities, abandoned ware houses, even private propert- no sh$%..." His finger wandered to a location. "I been here... before... Burned it to the ground, even... But... Maybe."
He spun once more, and grinned widely. "Sometimes you gotta just go with your gut. I got a place I think we can check out... You game?"