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.
He'd been expecting gun fire. He'd honestly been hoping for it. A reason to beat up Lenna's current, and get revenge on her seemed... actually, quite cowardly, now that he considered, and hasty. But, then, he always was a hasty, reckless one.
The kick hurt. It really did. Moreso because of what he hit, than the contact, and the fact that, on an average day, he would have had no trouble dodging it. He'd tried, too. He couldn't get his fire started. So, he tumbled, and smashed into a table. The table broke under his weight. Then, along came the guy with the gun. Without the gun, now, but with raised fists.
A trickle of blood slid down the side of Johnathon's forehead. Somewhere along the way, he'd gotten nicked.
A dangerous grin slid onto his face as he pushed himself off the wreckage. If this guy wanted a fight, then a fight, he'd get. He brought up his fists.
"You know, I'm not actually as pathetic as just now seemed to portray me," He bragged. "I know how to fight."
Lenna kept her distance, in the doorway, watching the two men prepare to brawl.
When Jonathon went down he had broken a table and seemed to have been cut in the process as there was already blood. He pushed himself up and claimed to know how to fight, The Ranger had assumed as much as he had been involved with Lenna. "Let's see it then."
Once the man was up the Ranger stepped closer, he would need to test Jonathon's strengths. How fast he was, how strong he was, how he fought, and so forth. He moved into range and jabbed with his left at Jonathon's head, the attack is inherently weak since his hips hardly rotate but it is fast and depending how Jonathon reacted maybe even an idea of his fighting style.
A left-handed jab. That was easy enough to handle. As Johnathon shifted, he pushed one arm down at a 90 degree angle by his right side. There was a quick flare. Johnathon moved to the right, to let the jab slide by. He used his the power of his exhaust ports on his palm to let out a tiny jet of flame from his palms as he went, to give him a burst of speed. After dodging, he moved to grab the arm with his free arm, his intent to pull the man in for a headbutt.
Lenna recalled Johnathon always had had a strong head.
By making use of his power Jonathon had evaded, and before the Ranger had brought his arm back to try another attack his arm had been grabbed by Jonathon. A moment later he was being pulled in and Jonathon's head was approaching. An incoming headbutt.
The Ranger didn't have the time to rear back and then drive his head forward into Jonathon's, but he could jerk his grappled arm back to bring himself closer while driving his head forward to meet Jonathon's. It always hurts to headbutt someone, even more so when they are trying to headbutt you as well, but the Ranger drove through it and slid his right arm around to wrap around Jonathon's left shoulder to hold him close, fling his left arm down, exploiting the inherent flaw in holding an arm with one hand which is the weakness of thumbs, and brought it back to pound Jonathon's gut with as many strikes as he could manage.
Their heads met with a sound that made Lenna squirm.
Manly fighting was one thing. Skull-bashing was another, entirely. That headbutt had not been manly. It had been brutal. Yet, for some reason, she could not look away. She found herself clenching her fists, heart racing just a bit faster.
Michael sure was good at what he did.
Johnathon went down.
The weakness of the grab had been exploited. It was a fairly obvious weakness. He took the punches with a grimace, and made a judgement call. Like everything in his life, he didn't put much thought behind it.
The weakness of grabs is thumbs. The weakness of wailing on a grounded opponent is... being on top of them, when their power kicks in.
Okay. Maybe it wasn't an obvious weakness. But when a guy with onyx exhaust ports flames on underneath a man, they tend to take notice.
Things in the room got just a bit hotter. Lenna was bothered by the sudden change.
The Ranger pounded away at Jonathon's gut and almost didn't notice the flare up of his power. The Ranger immediately rolled off of him and sprung to his feet. He could hear Lenna in the background but it sounded very distant as he was focused intently on the fight at hand. It had gone from fisticuffs to him fighting fire with his fists.
He gave himself a once over to make sure his clothes weren't on fire. They weren't. He retook his stance waiting to see what Jonathon did, having no idea what he was capable of with his power made charging back in foolhardy. Though, he knew he would need to finish this fast before his apartment was set ablaze.
While Michael's clothes weren't on fire, the same could not be said for Johnathon's.
"Oh dear."
The man pushed up off the ground with a flaming palm, that only helped to set the room ablaze.
Usually, in situations like this, a punch to the face would have stopped him. Or a shot to the knees. A kick, with bells on. Or her adapted aura, to stop him in his tracks. At least, that had been the case once... not anymore. Lenna severely doubted her aura now could stop the flames that had already begun to creep across Michael's floor (towards weapon stores and bookcases and valuable items, no less). All she could do through proximity was stop the power from being used further... which would set Johnathon on fire. Hoisted by his own lapels.
This was so stupid. Why had Johnathon even sought her out, other than idiotic reckless revenge?!
"You idiot! You idiot! You idiot!!!" She repeated, over and over, eyes shut tightly, fists clenched to the point of white knuckles.
Johnathon glanced Lenna's way. He shrugged. And then, he started throwing fireballs at her soon to be ex. Ex-living. The guy who'd punched him. Dude had to die.
Lenna could be heard repeating the same statement over and over and Jonathon's clothes were all aflame. Meanwhile fire trails snaked their way across the room. This was quickly becoming a life or death fight. And because things weren't bad enough, Jonathon was now throwing fireballs! The Ranger dove away from the first to come his way. He would have to keep them coming in this direction though, his reloading rig was behind Jonathon and it had a half liter sized plastic cylinder loaded to the brim with gunpowder.
More fireballs came, the Ranger needed something to block them with. All the dodging did was light everything behind him on fire. A dive into the kitchen and he had an idea. It wouldn't hold out forever, but it could block fireballs on an approach. He ripped a cabinet door off and held it by the handle. Wielding it as a shield he charged Jonathon using it block fireballs, but also restricting his vision.
With each dodge, Johnathon grew more angry. With each miss, he grew more impatient. Why was this man making it hard?! It should be easy! Most people burned real good. This guy. This guy. Was an idiot. He needed to give up.
Fire crept behind him as he watched the man grab a door. The man rushed him.
"Hrm," Johnathon tilted his mouth in a frown. Then, the fire hit the reloading rig.
What exactly happens when a reloading rig goes boom? Does it boost the firepower of a fire man? Does it toss him forward in a painful lurching that makes him connect with whatever is directly ahead of him, with bone-jolting force? Unfortunately, no.
Gun powder doesn't explode like in the cartoons. It burns very quickly. The metal rig's surface grew darker as the gun powder burned. Fire billowed around the room.
Johnathon rushed forward to meet the man with the cupboard door shield with a flaming punch aimed at the door.
Lenna realized, now, that it was time to go. They wouldn't be winning this by staying here.
"Michael!" She shouted. Uncertainty had crept into her voice. She desperately hoped he'd come out of the apartment alive, at all.
Fire hit the rig and the gunpowder ignited. The plastic having melted off in parts allowed the energy many avenues to escape restricting the chance of a boom. Instead it crackled and had smaller blasts that sent fire out covering the wall and floor in that area of the room.
As Jonathon rushed the Ranger drove his shield forward, hoping the impact would injure the man's hand. Aside from that he hadn't much of a plan. Were Jonathon to recoil off the door he would take the chance to strike him, hard. Though, when there was the collision the shield was driven back into the Ranger; his arm wasn't a match for Jonathon's momentum. He then used his other arm to push the shield out and away. This forced the flaming fist away but left him open on the other side. During this he could hear Lenna shouting his name, he could hear the uncertainty in her voice. It was not unfounded, the Ranger himself knew this was bad, in fact it was a dire situation.
(( OOC: Written with a little help from Ranger. ))
One fist was forced away. The other one was free. It wasn't his good fist. Not his best punch. But still. This guy deserved it. Johnathon aimed. He threw.
The Ranger didn't see it coming, the smoke clouded his vision and the fire played tricks with the light. When he did it was too late to do anything but lean back a bit.
Knuckles connected, meshing nicely with face.
Lenna watched, momentarily helpless to do anything of use.
Momentarily was the key word.
This was stupid. Wasn't there something she could do? Somewhere down the hall, a fire alarm started wailing. Realization hit her Johnathon's fist had hit the Ranger's face. Didn't apartment complexes have extinguishers in their hallways? Hadn't she seen something like that on her way in?!
The Ranger stumbled back, he had now taken two hits to the head and it felt like it was splitting, not to mention his eye wasn't cooperating following the hit. He then threw the door at Jonathon and returned to the kitchen. He had a large extinguisher tucked away in the pantry. He flung open the door and picked it up off of the ground and pulled the pin out of it. Turning round he took hold of the hose in his right hand and held it out.
His plan was to use the extinguisher to approach Jonathon, douse him in the fire retardant before pummeling him with the extinguisher. Hopefully the retardant material would kill any fireballs mid flight. He gave it a squeeze, insuring it worked, and then left the kitchen.
The door was a distraction. An obvious one. But it worked. Johnathon was far from immortal. A door to the head HURT, just as the other blows had. He was starting to feel it.
Johnathon was also starting to feel a draft. Oh right. Clothes burned. Damn. Standing in his skivvies, bleeding in the flames, he looked quite the fool.
In the hallway, Lenna searched. Where was it? Where was that thing? In case of emergency, break glass? Where!? Her eyes snapped back and forth frantically. A glint of glass. She spotted it, towards the end of the hall. Lenna broke into a run.
She stopped in front of the axe in the protective case. Her eyes hopped from the axe to the extinguisher, and back to the axe.
An axe would be nice. Honestly, Johnathon deserved it, but... sighing, she grabbed the fire extinguisher, and turned back towards the flaming apartment. As she ran back, people filtered out behind her from their doors. A middle-aged woman herded her daughter towards the exit, mouth covered by a cloth.
It really sucked. Really sucked, that Johnathon had caused so much with his idiocy. Lenna gritted her teeth. Then, she burst back through the doorway, extinguisher held aloft over her head like a heavenly burning sword.
The Ranger made his way to the virtually naked Jonathon, using the extinguisher to put out flames as he approached. After a short while Lenna burst in with another extinguisher. Great minds think alike.
He continued clearing a path to Jonathon, any fireball to be met by retardant. When in striking distance his power, reacting to the necessity, sprang into action allowing him to almost effortlessly bring round the extinguisher with his left arm, swinging it at Jonathon. All the while his right arm held kept the hose pointed at Jonathon spewing out retardant.
It was unfortunate for Ranger that after the second strike, Lenna entered the room and her aura, as Adapted auras tend to do, made the rest of the strikes less easy, by nullifying powers.
Johnathon suddenly became intensely aware that he was on fire. And not protected. And being beaten on by two adults with fire extinguishers. Some words escaped his mouth that both Lenna and Michael probably would have agreed were not to be said in front of a lady. Except, of course, they were already too busy beating him over the head with fire extinguishers to take notice.
Unless... of course... the beating on the Ranger's end also included payback for the profanity? Lenna could not tell.
Regardless, Lenna ended her assault, and called an end to Michael's early, by turning her extinguisher on the flaming ex-boyfriend and putting him out.
The apartment was still on fire. Lenna looked urgently to Michael. "I'm sorry about your apartment. Let's get him to a hospital." And with that, she moved to haul the unconscious and badly-burnt ex up to support him on her shoulders between them.
Lenna didn't want a dead ex-boyfriend on her conscience. Just as she didn't want a dead boyfriend or murder on Michael's.