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.
>> “Actually, I grew up here and I haven’t quite gotten anyone flamethrower mad at me, but hey I think I might be working on it. Buckle up.”
Vicente smirked…but he didn’t say anything else.
Though he knew it was a bit risky to suddenly trust this person whom had appeared in the nick of time to save him, Vicente knew that he really had no choice in the matter. It was either take a chance and trust this fool or take his own chances in that alleyway and risk a definite death. At least this person right to help him and allowed him a chance to regain his composure, a chance to breath. If the man turned on him, well, Vicente could take care of a single obsidian mutant better than a gang of flamethrower and gun wielding lunatics.
But just as he thought that this evening was going to come to an end, suddenly he was trust forward. Vicente winced as he felt the seatbelt dig into his fractured ribs and looked at the man in surprise. He wanted to admonish him and ask him what the hell he was doing when the car took a sudden turn.
A glance at the rearview window and suddenly Vicente realized what was going on…they were being followed. He snarled as he ground his teeth but before he could do anything he felt that pressure on his ribs once again and gasped as the car he was in suddenly began to speed up. A glance to the driver and he knew that the man was attempting to lose their followers…and he knew what he was doing. He had to smirked slightly at that thought.
But then he winced again as another turn was taken.
For the rest of the trip Vicente held on for dear life. He would have been impressed with his rescuer’s driving skills if it were not for the blinding pain he had every time his body smacked into the car door or the arm rest to the side or even had to hold out both his hands to keep from slamming into the dashboard. The man knew how to drive but now was not the best time for Vicente to appreciate it.
But before long, as Vicente winced and growled, holding his side, he paused to turn back and realize that suddenly…their tail was gone. Whatever this man did, however he led them around in some wild goose chase, he managed to lose them. He blinked as he stared at the empty space where there once had been a following car.
>> “So, where too?”
He smirked and then nodded again. “Nearest drug store.” he said with a sigh. “Thank you…again…”
Aedus eyed the street sign carefully and took a much easier turn, one that wouldn't leave his wounded friend gasping in pain. he carefully
"Sure thing. And again no problem. Actually, you might check the glove box sometimes they have stuff in there, I don't know if it will have enough, but might be a start." Aedus pulled up to a Walgreens just after he gave the advice. He left the car running. " What all do you want?" He unbuckled the safety belt and got ready to get out of the car and go shopping. He had just gotten jumped and on top of that, the ride couldn't have been easy on him. The car idled quietly at the curb.
Aedus smiled on the inside this guy was not used to thanking anyone for anything. Hilarious. Sad but funny. If he wasn't hurt and kind of really scary, he might have laughed. That would probably stock his ego a bit, having a person you thought was a god telling you that you gave them the hibbie jibbies. He would skip it just in case, something about saying the words hibbie and jibbie would probably lose some of those Bamf points he just earned.
>> "Sure thing. And again no problem. Actually, you might check the glove box sometimes they have stuff in there, I don't know if it will have enough, but might be a start."
Vicente nodded. As Eruption drove, he glanced down to take a peek at the glove compartment. He rummaged through but found very little except for a spare tail light, registration for the vehicle, and some candy wrappers. On top of that was a picture…a very familiar picture. He narrowed his eyes as he pulled out the photograph, that was of himself, with a large red slash marked through it. How in the hell did anyone get a photo of him?
He glanced to the driver. So far he had not see it since he was too busy driving. Casually he slipped the photo underneath some more items and kept it hidden from him. He shook his head. No soap on the first aid kit. Not surprising since he doubted that things such as that were heavy on the minds of these hardened criminals.
But as he looked up, holding his side which was still sore as hell, he paused when he saw that familiar sign of the drug store right outside of the window. At least he could get from proper first aid before he ditched this guy.
>> " What all do you want?"
He glanced back to Eruption.
“Ace bandages and pain killers,” he said with nod. That was all he would need to at least him home so he could properly take care of himself.
Aedus went to the back of the pharmacy. Aedus waited behind an old lady getting her prescription. She grimaced at him like he was after her meds when she saw him and it made him laugh a little, he would have been offended but he’d already seen her give the same look to two other people. After he got to the counter the very nervous worker looked at him and waited for him to say something.
“ Hi, what is the most effective pain killer you can sell me without a prescription, you see the problem is, I have recently found out I am a mutant and while most doctors would prescribe me something, my doctor apparently is a racist. The problem is my eyes. They apparently turned into Lava and well it’s painful. Ya know. Here is the thing though I need something strong, because apparently I turn all into lava if I am in a lot of pain and that might just ruin the building. Or hurt someone and I absolutely don’t want to do that, and I am afraid that asprin or advil might not cut it. I just don’t want to hurt anyone on the way to the hospital can you help me?” the young pharmacist looked dumbfounded.
“I’m not supposed to give you anything back here without a prescription but, let me explain to my manager.”
Aedus grabbed the counter top. “That’s fine, just hurry.” The kid ran off and explained in a very dramatic and carrying tone that, there was someone in trouble at the counter and they needed help, they were all in trouble if they didn’t no he wasn’t trying to rob them. He needed help he was calm and everything.
The manager glared over at the cash register and then his eyes met the lava pools and he realized the seriousness of the request. He shook his head and went into the back. And got a bottle of pills and jerked his head toward the bathroom for Aedus to meet him. He walked into the restroom.
“Look, I am absolutely not supposed to do this, but I know how hard it can be to be a mutant and get medical attention to a condition that isn’t medical, this is called Oxycondone and it is very strong stuff, it will kill the pain but it will make you groggy too, so you might cut it in half and take the other as you need it on your way down town, I gave you eight. Do not take them all or you will die, follow the label and you should be ok. I’m not charging you because I am not a criminal. I’m not a dealer. Get a prescription next time. Got me? If you have an emergency, though. I work Monday through Friday.”
Aedus nodded. “Thank you.” that made him feel kind of guilty but a contact wouldn’t be bad thing, heck this sort of stuff might even actually come up. He spoke quietly and took the small bottle. He turned and left, he hit the bandage isle and got several, he checked out at the counter with twelve bandages.
He walked to the car and laughed. “I hope this stuff isn’t too strong for you.” He handed the man the medication and the bandages and set off again. “So, I need to ditch this car after I get you where you are going. I figure we should do it quick as to get rid of any connection. ”
Vicente grunted as he sat in the van, waiting for the Eruption to return from the drug store. A small laugh fell from his lips as the thought of the obsidian man walking through the Walgreen fluttered through his head. What must everyone think? They were all probably besides themselves wondering what the hell was going on. After all he doubted that they had many cases of a walking, obsidian statue wandering around the aisles.
But Vicente didn’t stay on the thought for long. He needed to get out of here, out of this situation, and back to his home. As much as he was begrudgingly thankful for the assistance he did not like to be in anyone’s debt. So the sooner he could get out of here, get better, the sooner he could repay the favor and be done with the man.
Thankfully he did not have to wait much longer. Though the pain was slowly beginning to numb, that was only because he was not moving around. The second that he adjusted his position another sharp stab of pain shot throughout his body. He growled. He was going to need a pretty strong painkiller to ignore this rib long enough to get him home.
Then he saw that walking statue exit the building, carrying a small bag with the supplies he had asked for. Well…he made a good gofer.
>> “I hope this stuff isn’t too strong for you…”[/i]
He handed him the bag. He sifted through it and found pills and bandages. The pills were actually a higher quality painkiller than he would have imagined the man would have been able to get. He really was highly impressed with him now. Cracking open the bottle, he took one of the pills, knowing that he could handle at least one and remain in control of his senses. He was a rather large guy, after all.
“I’ll be able to handle it,” he said with a nod. He had his own store of them at home that he only used in the most dire of situations.
>> “So, I need to ditch this car after I get you where you are going. I figure we should do it quick as to get rid of any connection. ”
“Good plan,” he said with a nod as he began to pull out the bandages. He could make a quick wrap to bind his sides. “Just head to the corner of 44th and Wabasha,” he explained as he winced and pulled off his coat. In doing so he lifted his shirt, revealing his over scarred up, yet muscular frame. Signs of a battle hardened life. He began to wrap the bandage around his ribs, wincing a little and waiting for the meds to take effect. He glanced at Eruption. “You can leave me there and I can make my way home. They won’t follow us that far into that neighborhood.”
Aedus nodded to the directions, a rough neighborhood, for a rough man. A cursory glance at the man’s wounds showed he had survived worse and more often than he would have probably liked. Now that he could afford to drive cautiously, he took much better care of his passenger, the ride toward the bad side of town was much less eventful and he could appreciate that to a certain extent.
“So apparently if you tell a pharmacy, that the only thing that could stop you from turning into lava completely is a good pain killer, the place will hook you up, with relatively little hassle.” He decided to see what would happen if he quit running his mouth, would the old man take charge of the conversation or would it be as silent as he suspected.
Aedus glanced behind them a few times a car was following them for a little bit but it wasn’t the thugs style of expensive but durable tastes. And sure enough the vehicle turned away after a couple more lights.
Vicente had continued to wrap his side in bandages as he waited for Eruption to continue on towards the destination he had pointed out. The man winced but it was not as bad as before. The meds were definitely beginning to take effect which made him feel just slightly fuzzy. It was not an alien feeling to him, though. He has had to take this particular med before, while he was on the job, and still managed to take out his target and make it home in one piece.
Right now, this would be easy peasy. Still though, the back of his head did feel a little fuzzy. He shook it off though as he continued to wrap, thankful that Eruption was taking their escape route slightly easier than the one that they had just finished going through.
An awkward silence enveloped them. What do two mutants really say to each other after escaping dangerous, murdering thugs?
>> “So apparently if you tell a pharmacy, that the only thing that could stop you from turning into lava completely is a good pain killer, the place will hook you up, with relatively little hassle.”[/color]
He nodded.
“Good to know,” he responded. He glanced at the rearview mirror and couldn’t see anyone following them. Hopefully that last van that Eruption had managed to trick into flipping would be it for the evening. He wanted to get back into his own territory.
As they drove on, it was obvious that the surrounding neighborhood was becoming less and less appealing. Vicente preferred to live in neighborhoods like this. Even though he had the funds to vastly afford better, assassins who flaunt are usually the first to get caught. That way he does not look out of place near his home. He looks like just another member of a particularly rough neighborhood returning home.
A glance out the window and he smirked at the familiar surroundings. Almost home.
Aedus nodded to the statement, He didn’t care for silence but he certainly could understand that the man was in a sour mood. That would probably make his day a bit less satisfying to know that the bad men were after him too. He pulled up to the corner of 44 and Wabasha.
“Well Blood, looks like it’s your stop. I think I am going to drop this thing at a chop shop or something, might as well make somebody’s day.” He grinned at the older fellow and put the Vehicle in park. he would have offered his number taken down the other guys if he thought that would at all go well.
What had come over him? he was going for an innocent jog and found himself in an alleyway brawl, he at the very least hurt several people severely, not that they didn’t have it coming. It was self defense after all. He stole a car, broke a numerous amount of traffic laws, and conned a pharmacy out of drugs… and he was considering going to a chop shop, as if he knew where one was. This was certainly not like him. It was more like a vigilante possessed him and ran as far with him as he could. Well that would change on the way home. He was going to have to figure out some ground rules for crime fighting what was and wasn’t acceptable…a go to guide for how to act.
The silence continued, it was obvious that Vicente was not the chatty kind and thankfully the Obsidian man seemed to understand that. He smirked silently to himself. It felt good to be back in his own neighborhood. Though he would make sure to talk to Falcone about the lapse in their talks. There was no way that Wayne’s ex-henchmen should have even gotten close to getting his number. Absolutely no way. All that information was supposed to be private and for the family’s use only.
That could only mean that there was a leak. A leak that needed to be found…
The van pulled up to a stop at the corner he wanted. This guy was definitely a good guy, someone that kept his head down and didn’t bother to ask questions. Plus he had a hell of a mutation. Vicente wondered if the man ever wanted to do some mercenary work for the family? It would be an interesting prospect.
>> “Well Blood, looks like it’s your stop. I think I am going to drop this thing at a chop shop or something, might as well make somebody’s day.”[/color]
“Oh, right,” Vicente said with a nod. He peeked out the window and saw that the coast was clear. But he glanced back at the man and his mention of a chop shop. Somehow…Vicente doubted the man actually knew of any. So with a sigh he nodded to him. “You want to get rid of car, head down the street to 49th, make a left, and keep going until you see ‘Saul’s’. Pull up to the front and honk three times. He’ll give you a good price on this heap.”
Simple as that, Vicente opened the car door and slipped out into the street with a wince. His legs were strong and supported him, but it was obvious that the man was going to limb. The pain killers helped though. That would at least be enough to get him home and to his real medical supplies. Before leaving, though, he turned and nodded to Eruption.
“See you around, kid,” he muttered as he limped away.
He wouldn’t kill him tonight. But that was probably the meds talking…
Aedus nodded once to the man and laughed to himself. He already stole the car; why not make the money off of it that’s connected. It was a slippery slope as they say. “Thanks, Take care of your self.”
Aedus didn’t stick around, he didn’t want the extremely dangerous man named blood to think he cared where he went, he didn’t want any clues as to where the man was going. He drove from 44th, to 47th and got out of the car and looked in the backseat and the back just to see what all else was in the car, he didn’t want to give Saul more than they bargained for. Apparently the gentlemen that were after his new acquaintance, didn’t bring all of the artillery they had. Aedus looked at the heavy arms and shook his head, he really didn’t want to put more of this sort of stuff on the street.
A quick stop by the Hudson and a quick toss out the window, would see whatever terrible fish that lived in their high and much better armed than they were before. The three small stacks of cash found their way into his pocket. His nearly destroyed pocket. He hadn’t thought about how he was dressed in the pharmacy but on reflection the charred to heck outfit lent a layer of believability to his lava claims. He Cruised back to Saul’s pulled up to the front honked three times, he pulled the keys and got out of the car, the guy that ran up to the car hesitated when he saw who honked the horn but was encouraged when another pair of mechanics made their way out of the shop with tire irons.
Aedus smiled a typically disarming smile that he just couldn’t pull off with obsidian skin and teeth. “Hey guys, I’m looking to make a quick buck, the guys I took this off of won’t be coming sniffing around, they have a hospital to visit, they might have friends though, so you are doing me a favor here too, that said, I’ll sell cheap.” The firs guy nodded to one of the guys with pipes. He went into the shop talked to the girl at the cash register she handed him some bills, he walked the money to the first guy, that guy walked the money to him. he handed the guy the keys and without another word he was five hundred dollars richer.
“Say, where is a place to shop for clothes around here? I’m never going to catch a cab like this.” The guy shook his head and waved him back. “why catch a cab when you can drive yourself?” Aedus was intrigued. “ How good are you guys at making it look new? “
“We are flawless. We’ve got more selection if there is something else you are looking for, we can get what you need.”
Aedus shook his head as his eyes landed on a dangerous looking Ducati 848 Evo in red. He flicked his head in the direction of the bike. “how much?”
The guy laughed” more than the five we just gave you.”
“How much.” Aedus repeated.
“ten k.”
Aedus pulled out one of the freshly liberated stacks of cash. He flicked through the hundreds until he counted the hundred bills in the stack and offered it to the man in front of him. “its all there.”
“I saw, lets go inside and make sure about those bills and then we have our selves a deal.”
Ten minutes and one possibly forged pink slip[ later, Aedus was on the back of a motorcycle and on his way to do some clothes shopping. The new York streets would never be the same.