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.
It had been a while since Geo had a good work out. He was beginning to feel a bit weaker than the usual. His muscles seemed less tight, his movements seemed to take more effort and he was just feeling loose. So, having a bit of a hiatus from work due to his landlord holding a sizable bill over his head, Geo had free time.
First thing was first, Geo couldn't go back to life the way it used to be feeling weaker than his usual self. His muscles decided to wither some from the long hours of sitting behind the wheel but there was nothing to build up the muscle like a nice hard work out at the gym.
Geo walked into the Sanctuary's gym, wearing a tight white muscle shirt and a pair of baggie gym shorts. Looking around Geo was pleased with what he saw, it truly made him feel at home. There was a rather large, muscular man in the corner bench pressing weight that seemed as though it could equal out to be more than Geo's Roadrunner easily. On the other side there was a man on a treadmill who's legs where moving at a blurred speed, Geo could only imagine that if the treadmill where to suddenly stop the man would take off like a bullet through the wall of the Gym. All throughout the gym there were people performing equally amazing feats while at the same time there were others who seemed to be as normal as any other human one would run into on the street but Geo knew better given where they were. The Sanctuary wasn't exactly human friendly at the moment.
After a quick bout of thinking Geo decided where to begin, the bench press. Geo laid back on a bench several down from the heavy muscular man at the back of the gym, starting off easy at first to test his limitations as it had been a while since his last work out. One hundred and eighty was what he had decided to start off with, a little lower than usual but he needed to know how far his normal muscles had fallen. After several rounds Geo decided that the amount of weight was not enough for a good work out so he placed the bar back in its proper place and added on more weight, fifty pounds to be exact. Laying back on the bench Geo placed his hands on the bars once more and lifted the weights up in to the air and allowed them to sink near his chest. This was more of a challenge, Geo could feel his muscles crying out in pain as he lifted the bar once more and allowed it to sink towards him again. Pain was a good thing. Pain meant improvement and without pain, working out would be pointless.
After several dozen rounds Geo began to grow bored with the task and replaced the bar back on the bench. After a moment of free breathing Geo stood and began adding more weight to his bar, four hundred pounds added onto the already two hundred and thirty pounds adding up to a whopping six hundred and thirty pounds, a bonus to living at the Sanctuary was that the Gym equipment catered to superhuman needs. The man several rows down glanced over to the weight Geo was about to lift, he seemed surprised. Geo was not a ripped muscular figure, his body was more athletic and toned than that of a body builder so this appeared to be suicide.
Placing both hands firmly on the bar Geo began to place pressure on the bar though it would not budge. The man at the far end chuckled slightly but was cut off quickly by the sound of loud, crunching gravel as Geo's arms of flesh transformed into enormous stone gauntlets that seemed to engulf the handles of the bar and lift it with ease. Geo knew his stone hands could handle much more weight but he didn't want to push his powers too far, it had been a while since he had really used them so he wasn't sure if they had decayed as well.
Though Geo was not benching as much as the muscular man on the end Geo had proven his point. Though the man may be physically strong a person of seemingly normal strength such as Geo could have tricks up their sleeves and shouldn't be underestimated. The young mutant had met several people out in the courtyards to prove such points though he always seemed to need to prove the point again the next week to another cocky young gun just getting into his own powers.
Geo continued to pump the weight easily with his stone arms. The sound of a crunch was produced each time he brought the bar to his chest from his stone upper arms chipping away at his stone forearms. It was unfortunate to have to worry about things like corrosion.
Lydia Renard stared at the plate of food in front of her, calories on top of calories, as she sat at an empty table in the dining hall. The cooks in the kitchen weren’t particularly health conscious when they created their meals, and thus the teenager found herself consuming whatever they put out that day. Sure they had a salad bar, but one could have a bowl full of leafy greens for only so long and so often.
She hadn’t had a training session with Aura in forever, either. Dia didn’t know what the other girl did, but she wasn’t around the Sanctuary that much during regular hours. The skin-shifter had tried to work the training room’s technology by herself, but it proved still too difficult for her to handle. She had managed to get the location setting right, a grassy plain much like the one Aura had created the first time she had trained with her, but creating and controlling the robots was a nightmare. Her head hurt just thinking about it. She sighed as she picked at the lasagna in front of her, wincing at the thought of eating all of the rich cheese and meat.
It was time for a workout. Seriously.
So, the girl ate around the pasta dish, consuming the steamed veggies on the side, and picked up an apple before she went to her room. When she came out, she was clad in a loose-fitting white v-neck and a pair of black mesh athletic shorts. Her brunette locks were tied up in a messy ponytail, and in her ears were earphones connected to an iPod she had “borrowed” from Vivien, her annoying ex-foster sister back in California, and never returned. The brat was a pain but she listened to some decent music.
Half an hour later, Lyd was running on a treadmill lined up against a wall-spanning window, sweat dotted on her brows and upper lip. Be Calm, by fun., blasted in her ears as she amped up the pace, breathing harder. A few machines down from her, a man was killing on his tread and going at an inhuman speed, obviously a speed mutant. She watched for a moment with envy, before returning to her own workout. Eventually she dialed down and slowed to a walk, wiping away the perspiration on her face with a towel. She looked around the gym as she switched songs on her iPod, but a crunching sound could be heard during the pause. She turned her head towards the noise, taking out the earbuds. A man was working out in the bench press area, his arms covered in what seemed to be rock. The skin-shifter’s eyes widened as she counted how many weights were on the bar, and she nearly slipped off the treadmill. She caught herself and stopped the machine, but not before the speedster gave a chuckle. Thanks a lot.
She turned her body and leaned against the handrail, watching the man. She smirked, he was a cute one. Geez, New York seemed to be full of them. Not that she was complaining, of course. Bits and pieces of stone seemed to tall from his arms every time he brought the bar down, but they were quickly replaced. He was obviously showing off, with the ease he pumped the weight.
“Hey show-off, can you bench more than that?” Lyd asked, a cheeky grin on her face.
Sweat is moist. Moisture is the enemy. It's always best to outnumber the enemy, so Lori had most recently taken to inviting someone who was good against her nemesis, sweat... Lenna.
"Well this is embarrassing."
The Order leader tugged playfully at the mercenary's shirt. They were both sporting the exact same outfit: running shorts, sports bra and loose top. If they only had lifting gloves and weight belts, they might as well have beenwww.youtube.com/watch?v=R8Ko3fODp3c&NR=1] Hanz and Franz.
"Squats today or punching bag?" The gym looked pretty full, which wasn't unusual. Despite the fact that the Sanctuary had a danger room, most of the residents preferred cold, hard steel. Maybe it was the fact that most some of them had been to prison and gotten in the habit of a mundane workout.
Well, Lori hadn't been to prison except to break a few of these ugly mugs out. She saluted to a girl who was punching the holy hell out of one of the suspended punching bags. That girl's fists could become spiked and Lori really appreciated that she wasn't shredding the bag, but was instead actually using it to help her exercise.
A couple kids were flirting over by the bench, but hey, Lori wasn't a hormone gestapo. She was just here to burn off some of that excess energy.
"Punching bag," she said decidedly, glancing towards the bag in the corner of the room. "I need to let off some steam. But not too much." Her focus turned back to Lori. "Tonight's the big night, after all. Have to be ready." The night of the mission Lori had assigned Lenna to do. She was meeting with the person they'd hired to help her later on. She was still a bit annoyed with Johnathon, even a week later. Punching, she'd be thinking of him. Maybe even while doing Lori's hit for her.
The other people weren't wearing matching outfits. Lenna hmm'd to herself. "The matching outfits... may have been a bit much." Whose idea had that even been?
Geo had missed physical work. He had spent most of his hiatus sitting behind the wheel of his care and thinking. Not exactly activities that made one work up a sweat but he hadn't minded it. After several repetitions a healthy layer of fine rocks was beginning to collect on the floor beneath his arms. The weight was obviously much to light for an effeciant work out so Geo decided he had to switch up some. Placing the bar back on the bench in it's proper place. Sitting forward Geo noticed a pretty brunette standing a bit away observing.
”Hey show-off, can you bench more than that?”
The girl couldn't have been much younger than Geo was and she had a cocky smile on her face, much like the one's he got from time to time. A smile flashing across his face Geo swept his oversized rocky hand through his hair and shrugged.
”Only one way to find out now isn't there?” Though Geo was already very much aware that he was capable of benching much more she wasn't, making this an opportunity to show off, which Geo admittedly enjoyed from time to time. His favorite incident to date was the time he created a stone statue of liberty to replace the original one. Standing, Geo walked over the the stand where all the weights were hanging, grabbing one of the hundred pound round weights with one of his enormous stone hands he flipped it several times as one would a coin. ”How much do you think? Four hundred more? Five? I was thinking six myself.” Geo removed the braces at the end of the bar and placed three, hundred pound weights on one side and then did the same on the other, bringing the weight on the bar making it a grand total of twelve hundred and thirty pounds. A healthy sum that Geo could have lifted easily when he was in practice but he was a bit worried he wouldn’t be able to handle it with himself being a bit out of practice. Not that he would ever show it.
Taking his seat back at the bench Geo laid back, placed both hands on the bar and exhaled. Pushing up on the bar Geo could definitely feel the difference in weight, it wasn't exactly subtle but Geo had remembered this amount of weight being easier. Moving the bar forward slightly, Geo brought it down to touch his chest then pushed it back again. His face grew beat red with strain as he did so, he truly was out of shape. However that didn't make him stop, he did so again, and again until he had done twenty straight reps without stop and replaced the bar on the bench. Sitting forward Geo let his enormous hands drop to the ground before shrinking back to their normal size and his skin returned to flesh once more. The stones that had collected on the ground bellow shifted slightly and jumped back up to sink into Geo's flesh once more.
A few benches down the abnormally muscled man gave Geo a thumbs up and went back to his workout. Geo gave him a nod and wiped the sweat from his brow before looking back to the brunette.
”That good enough for you kiddo?” Geo said with a slight chuckle to his panting voice. He swung his leg back over the bench and picked up a towel he had slung over the end of the bench and wiped it through his hair. With a quick glance around the room Geo couldn't help but double take as he noticed a familiar, gorgeous looking blonde he had known, and even pursued some time back. However now she was his boss though he had yet to confront her since she was promoted. Lori... He thought to himself. ...haven't you changed quite a bit? She seemed yo have someone with her, in matchng oufits no less, but Geo didn't recognize the girl
Geo glanced back to the pretty brunette and extended his hand.
>> “Only one way to find out now isn't there? How much do you think? Four hundred more? Five? I was thinking six myself.”
Lydia smirked. Show-off was an understatement apparently, but that made the man all the more interesting. He spun some weights around like they were nothing, and added three more large ones on either side of the bar. The teenager kept an intrigued look on her face, but nothing else. She wouldn’t show any signs of being impressed until the cocky male actually lifted the weights. And even then, she might feign a little boredom, maybe mess with him a little bit. Guys with big egos were fun like that.
She watched as the young man lifted the bar, and pumped it up and down. He grew sweaty and panted as he continued, doing a whopping total of twenty reps. Inside, Lyd was surprised and awed. Outside, however, she remained neutral. “Wow,” she said plainly as he sat up and his arms began to change. The stone exterior began to absorb back into his skin, definitely something that would’ve shocked someone who wasn’t a mutant, or wasn’t used to being around mutants. Even the little pieces of rock on the floor rose and disappeared into the man’s flesh. That was very interesting as well. She’d have to find out more about this guy’s powers later.
>> “That good enough for you kiddo?”
Kiddo? The skin-shifter raised an eyebrow. The overconfident man hardly looked older than her, definitely not enough to warrant a nickname like that. “Twenty, nice,” she said as she walked over to him and sat on a bench next to his. Her tone contained a subtle hint of boredom, an implication that he had not met her expectations. The young man’s gaze shifted to somewhere behind her, and she turned her head slightly to see what he was looking at. Two attractive blondes entering the gym together, and in matching outfits no less. Lydia rolled her eyes and turned back to face the male in front of her.
>> “Call me Geo.”
“Dia,” she replied, flashing a smile as she took his hand. “I haven’t seen you around. You new here?” The teenager herself wasn’t exactly a veteran Sanctuary dweller, but she’d been around long enough to acquaint herself with most of her other house-mates. Well, the ones who lived there regularly. The Sanctuary’s population was ever changing, so there was always someone new to meet, like Geo.
Tonight was the night? Lori wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that. Should she know? Did that make it worse somehow? She would stew on it for the rest of the week if she let herself, but no. She had made the decision. It had to be done for the good of mutant-kind.
"I'll hold, you punch." Someone had to control things to keep them from getting out of hand, be that punching bag or mutant lively hood.
"Nope. The matching outfits are just enough." Just like that she dropped all her worry and indecision and got back to the matter at hand.
Lori caught the punching bag after a particularly wicked backswing by the girl with sometimes spiked hands. She was slick with sweat and seriously flagging. "Nice one, Jill. I wouldn't want to be that guy." She grinned, all teeth and Jill grinned back.
"My sister." She reached up to the bag and pulled off a piece of tape with a small sliver of paper on it. On the ground was a severely ripped and crumpled bit of printer paper with what was once someone's face on it.
Lori pat the bag fondly and leaned her head against it. "My mom." She gave it a little hug and then sucker punched it in the gut hard enough to send the bag swaying, much to Jill's amusement. "Everybody's got issues. Mind if we take a turn?"
The girl flicked out her spikes and used them to hook a towel off the near bench. "Be my guest."
Lenna hung back towards the other side of the room while Lori headed to the punching bag. It looked like some guy across the room was lifting a large amount of weight with his power, and yeah. She didn't want that power to suddenly fail and for him to suddenly be a fine paste.
Cupping her hands around her mouth to funnel her voice, Lenna loudly announced "Might want to stop using your powers, if you're using them to lift." Scattered glances weighed her down. She finished, seriously. "Adapted, coming through."
With that, Lenna made her way across the gym, over to Lori. She rejoined her, just in time to use that punching bag.
The female mutant seemed to be a little taken aback by the term kiddo but Geo payed no mind. It was a term he used loosely, even to people older than himself.
>>"Wow. Twenty, nice."
Geo shrugged off the statement with a cocky smile. "Could have been more but I've been in sort of a personal hiatus. There aren't exactly a lot of Gyms for people like us out there." Not that he hadn't tried to look, most human Gyms didn't have the sort of equipment he needed to really push himself to the limit so he had spent more time working with his earth manipulation than his strength.
The girl followed Geo's gaze as he glanced over to Lori, though seemed to write it off as Geo checking them out. Admittedly Geo did swipe a body glance but he couldn't help himself. Lori's first night in the Sanctuary had been in Geo's room and the two had gotten along rather nicely.
>>"Dia. I haven’t seen you around. You new here?"
The mutant introduced herself, taking Geo's hand. ""Far from it. I'm old blood. Been with the Order since I was sixteen." He said with a slight pop of the eyebrows. Gazing back towards Lori as she held a punching bag while Jill, a sanctuary regular, wailed on it with her spiked fists. The two seemed to conversation slightly and Lori would make a comment occasionally to the in the matching outfit, who was standing oddly away from the group, as if trying to keep her distance on purpose..
"Went on a road trip for a little while." Geo said as he let his eyes find their way back to the pretty teen across from him. "Have been for quite while actually. You must have just came in not to long ago because I can't remember seeing you before. And trust me I'd remember someone like you." He said a wink and his legendary smile.
>>"Might want to stop using your powers, if you're using them to lift. Adapted, coming through."
Geo looked towards the source of the voice as it came from across the room. Seeing it was the girl with Lori disgust flashed across Geo's face. He couldn't stand adapts. In his opinion they were humanity's sad attempt to level the battle field against an obviously superior species. He hated coming across them. Hated the feeling of being cut of from the girl he was the closest too. The earth.
Looking back to Dia Geo rolled his eyes and continued speaking, "So now you've seen some of mine you have to show me yours." He said referring to her powers. He loved seeing other mutants powers, and they came in all sorts of varieties here at the Sanctuary.
Lydia nodded as Geo said something about an exercise hiatus. Buff guy talk, basically. It seemed her attitude wasn’t fazing him much at all, which made her smirk. He wasn’t boring her yet, that was for sure.
>> "Far from it. I'm old blood. Been with the Order since I was sixteen."
“What’s the Order?” She asked, furrowing her brows a little. She had heard a few whispers here and there about something called the Order, but that’s all she had taken them for. The whispers were mixed, which added to their dubiousness. Some of them were spoken with fright, some spoken with reverence, while others were simply gossipy. But now this guy was possibly confirming the Order’s existence. She didn’t know what it was all about, but she had heard some crooked things. And Geo had been with them since he was sixteen? Suddenly he seemed all the more interesting, if he had a questionable past, and a shady background.
Because girls like Lyd always went for the bad guy.
Geo kept glancing back at one of blonde women, who was chatting near the punching bags with another girl. It appeared he was either familiar with her, or found her attractive enough to distract him from the conversation. The other matchy blonde lady was standing a ways away from everyone else, so the teenager paid no mind.
>> "Went on a road trip for a little while. Have been for quite while actually. You must have just came in not to long ago because I can't remember seeing you before. And trust me I'd remember someone like you.”
The last comment, accompanied by the wink and smile, made Lydia grin “Yeah, I guess. I came here in November, officially moved in around the end of December,” she replied, “A road trip, eh? Sounds fun. Must’ve been nice to go solo for a while.”
>> "Might want to stop using your powers, if you're using them to lift. Adapted, coming through."
The announcement came from the woman who had been keeping her distance, and immediately those using their powers got off the treadmills, put down the weights, and either got up to leave or set things to normal levels. Huh? “What’s an adapted?” She asked. She thought she might’ve seen a flicker of derisive recognition in his eyes at the mention of the term. Was it a specific name for a type of mutant? If so, she had never heard it before.
>> "So now you've seen some of mine you have to show me yours."
“Well, I guess that’s how this game goes,” Lydia replied with a little snicker. She grabbed the topaz around her neck and tried to start the change to her skin. It didn’t work. She closed her eyes, even, to help her concentrate better, but it still didn’t work. Strange, her shifts had been starting to come along a bit easier for her. She tried not to look embarrassed. “That’s weird. My power won’t work.” Lyd tried to laugh it off, make it seem like a funny, off thing.
Lori had painted the Adapteds as the enemy to the Order, yet she had a few in reserve or under her thumb to play boogieman every once in a while. Not that Lenna was one of those boogeymen. It did the mutants good to be reminded that they could be cut off now. They couldn't only rely on their supernatural abilities, sometimes it paid to get resourceful.
"How does it feel to be a mongoose in a den of cobras?" Lori took up her position behind the bag. She hadn't felt glares or stares this resentful since college.
And then, through the cocktail effect, Lori heard a little tidbit rise up above the general murmur.
> “That’s weird. My power won’t work.”
"Your power won't work if you're too close." Lori wasn't entirely sure who had said that, but she spoke loud enough for the whole gym. Most stopped to at least pretend to pay attention. "There are people in this world who can shut off your power. You don't have to like 'em, but you'd have to be an idiot to not see the benefits of training with one. It will do us all some good to learn our limits without our abilities. Even more importantly, learn the limits of an Adapted. Every one of them has a radius where your powers will start to work again. Find it. See what about your power might go through and what won't. You life could depend on it."
The blonde went back to her punching bag duty with a wink to the other blonde. "You gonna hit me or what?"
>>"How does it feel to be a mongoose in a den of cobras?"
Lenna shrugged. Not great, honestly. She hadn't asked to be this dangerous. She'd been plenty dangerous before the whole 'adapted' thing, anyways. She let the mutants think what they liked, though. Wouldn't have been a good boogieman if she'd done otherwise.
She let Lori play it up, too. It looked good for her to have an adapted under her thumb. Why make the boss look bad?
Once that was wrapped up, it was back to business.
"Grab the bag. Let's get started." She said.
Suddenly, she felt a bit like hitting things, anyways.