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.
ooc - this is set at the very ebginning of the fp, even before he goes to meet his mother. I'm going to post in separate posts to denote changes in time.
ic - Slade stood in an open room, it was quite bare. The only instruments was an ice statue of human size and his several delegates all present with notepads and special equipment to boot. One of them hurried upto him and began running him through the safety protocols. "Ok sir, so in order for us to simulate your idea we've used ice. It's easily shatterable and should melt at the very least if this goes wrong. At worst we predict that you're unlikely to er, break, should this go awry."
Slade frowned, ever since he'd had this idea he'd been dying to try it out. His recent injury meant he'd had to retrain and 'rehab' his mutations so he could get used to them again. What better way to leap back into transforming by learning a new skill? Namely the skill of transforming around somebody else! "We have confirmed your predictions of how it would work, it seems that you'll have to transform while holding said person within your arms and torso. The dangerous part is that you'll have to transform the inner parts surrounding said person before transforming the chassis. This means that at a speed jump which is what you're testing you'll have to transform very fast. Are you sure you're ready?"
Slade pushed the geeked out delegate aside muttering "Yeah yeah, I'm ready and all that jive..." Bouncing into a sprint he charged towards the ice figure, grabbing it deftly he leapt high into the air and began to transform. He immediately transformed his inner chassis around the ice figure, resting it sprawled across his rear seats. His outer chassis furled and ground into place. Slade laughed, this was brilliant, this was awesome, this was... f*cking painful!
He cried out in jarring pain as his eyes flashed and unfocused. He cursed as he realised he'd forgotten the wheels. Skredding his way across the floor he ground to a halt. The ice figure was melting all over his back seat. He slowly began to transform into his humanoid form slowly, everything hurt. using his arms he pulled out the wet figure from his insides and, seeing his delegates rushing over to him, passed out.
"So, take four..." Slade had spent a week in the infirmary, his therapist had not been happy but mr antonescu had given him permission to override the therapist this once and keep going. this skill would be valuable if he could do it without killing himself in the process. He had therefore continued... His second time had gone well...ish. Long story short after several attempts Slade had ended up back in the infirmary, this time for three weeks as he'd transformed with an ice arm embedded in his engine.
"Please be careful sir, and do it quickly unless you want another few weeks inside!" Slade scowled softly, he began to pace forwards to his arch nemesis: the ice figure! "Killjoy..."
He charged, very much in the same fashion he had the last time, and once again grabbed the figure. He leapt and this time his transformation was full and complete. He landed, his tyres skidding to a halt as he span to face the team. They rushed over to him and his radio clicked into life. "So kids, how'd I do?"
His door spat open and the delegates peered inside. The audible silence that ensued concerned Slade. "Well?" There was a brief pause before one voiced his reaction, "Uh sir... it's head is... well. Inside your seat. Were it a person he would have been decapitated."
Slade swore vehemently, he was so close he just needed to put them in the right place at the right time. As far as his rehab was concerned the speed that he transformed was better than ever, he'd had to have made a massive step up in order to even hope to get this far. He let them pull the decapitated ice figure out and calmly waited while they extracted the melted remains poking through his seat. Slade winced, that was going to sting in the morning.
Slade re-transformed into his humanoid self, slowly and carefully. Any left over ice shards would really screw him up if this was fast. He could already feel his insides bruising. He steeled himself and forced out an order. "Get another I can do one more today." A voice emanated from the back of the testing area.
"Oh no you don't Mr Ravenscroft!" Slade scowled, mother was here. 'Mother', or his therapist as she was more commonly known, had obviously decided enough was enough for today. Unfortunately her word was law if Slade wanted back into the Kabal, that had been made painstakingly clear by Mr Antonescu. Slade slumped his stance and sighed. "Killjoy..." He was so damn close, one more attempt and he could nail it! "To the infirmary with you, and then we'll continue our morning discussion after evening meal." Slade growled and shambled off to the infirmary for inspection. Stupid woman...
Slade bore down on the terrified delegate standing where the usual ice figure stood. He'd mastered over the previous week how to transform and detransform with an ice figure without causing it any harm. Now was the time to test whether it could work with a living person. Mother had not been told... Slade was feeling better than ever, it would be less than a month til he was back with the Kabal, and another month after that til he was off probation. Then he would be free of this stupid therapist once and for all, she had even suggested finding his family. He really hoped that she didn't keep pressing that directive! Slade and family never ended well...
Ignoring the whimpers from the female employee cowering on her spot he began to lope towards her, building up speed and momentum until he was on her. She let out a piercing, shrill scream as he scooped her up into his arms. "Stay still, Maud!" He yelled as he pounced forwards. With near lightning speed he transformed split second. An observer would see his matter envelope and surround poor 'Maud' before bursting outwards, parts revolving and growing as they slotted into place.
Slade landed and bounced bodily forwards, his wheels spinning backwards in an attempt to slow down. He skidded noisily into the wall and felt his right side buffet against the concrete. Jabs of pain shot up Slade's side as he recovered from the ordeal. Maud was still screaming so that meant she was at least alive. The other delegates, on cue, sprinted towards him and wrenched open his back door. "So did I do well? Slade yelled in the commotion. "Yes Slade, she's fine. We'll have to remove some of her hair that's trapped in your seat but it worked!" Maud was still screaming but Slade had stopped caring. He had done it... give or take a few of her hairs. This was definitely awesome! Keep practising at this and the uses for this skill would be limitless. Now all that was left was to go to the infirmary and explain to mother his latest injury...