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.
Travis didn’t know that the young man hadn’t heard him… and was confident that the youth would make the right choice, not only because of the incentives, but because it was the right path. Travis himself didn’t enjoy school all that much, passing with a low B average, putting just enough effort into the work to stay out of the limelight on the negative side, and not really having the talent to gain the limelight on the high end of grades, with the exception of Shop Class. Ah… memories of startling Mr. McConnel with his dedication to get a job done and learn more about that old 84 mustang Engine he used for all his demonstrations for engine work. He had offered to buy the engine off of him once, to no avail, apparently the engine had more value to the teacher than it was worth in money.
He heard the casual ‘hey’ from behind him, and slowed to a stop and turned halfway around as the young man jogged up and began wondering the more defined specifics. Travis chuckled for a moment before replying, “Everyone is out of school for the Holidays, so you would start up on the 2nd of the New Year, second semester. I can call the Dean and put in a good word for you, but most of what you will do there will be on you… you are going to have to work harder than you ever will in the shop, but at least this time, you’ll have some backup.”
With that, he extended his hand, ready to get that handshake of agreement that would bind these two men for some time.
He could probably tell by now that this gesture was a serious one… one that provided no small amount of trust in not only the young man, but from Hokee into Travis. He would have to trust that not only would he hold up his end of the bargain, but when the going got tough, Travis would be right behind him to give him the extra hand he needed to succeed. But before the young man could move to grab his hand, there was one more major thing that needed to be said. Travis was putting himself, and this entire deal at risk by saying so, but if the young man was going to be living with him, he would need to know.
Wasn't half the purpose of leaving his home with his grandparents to get out of the whole school thing? Then there was living in that mansion with Taylor and all the freaks in the world. So what if they were mutants, along with himself, but they really were freaky. Was it possible to be a mutant hater and be one himself? No, he was normal, just he could get away with hiding in the shadows and such. He was fairly normal, he didn't have any horns, wings, tails or who knows what growing out of him. From a quick look, no one could tell there was something different about him genetically, he was perfectly normal by the naked eye.
Not keen on the idea of school, the option of busting out of the mansion did seem nice. Taylor really did get on his nerves and for the most part he hadn't really connected with anyone else there. It couldn't be to bad, Travis didn't seem to care to much about the legal aspects and such. Heck, he might be able to get away with more living with the guy. "Doesn't give much time for getting papers and crap for the schools..." Come one, post pone it some more, give a guy a good vacation. Travis talking with the dean, putting in a good word.....since when did anyone put in a good word for him with deans? Normally it was him getting called from the dean on the opposite end of the spectrum.
"...or we could fudge some stuff." It was worth a shot. If the man was willing to let him slide without having car insurance, maybe he could get fake paper work and all. Pushing the limits, it was a good way to find where he could have a bit of wiggle room and such. Plus there were things he wanted to do and certainly didn't want any adults getting in his way.
Hokee's eyes shifted about as his gaze drifted towards the dusted snow pavement. Obviously this part of the sidewalk had better attention to clearing of winter snow then the ice capped area towards the garage. Or was it? After awhile it all looked the same, just a chance for him to fall and bust himself a new crack.
Hard work....hard work....hard work...
Despite his efforts to stay with the conversation, he couldn't shake the idea away that he would have to do hard work. What kind of torture was this? Hard work was not his thing, working really wasn't either...but he wanted the cash to really flush his car out into a rocking love machine.Combing his fingers through his dreadlocks, he was left with the sentence of education. Juvie was starting to look like a better option, at least there he wasn't expected to be much of anything other then a delinquent.
Hard work, hard work....hard... The sound of a scraping record chorused through his inner thoughts. Travis just told him he was a mutant?! The squinted eyes narrowed in on the man. To think two months ago he lived a quiet life, as quiet as a delinquent could be, and dealt with his mutation alone. Now he seemed to be running into more and more mutants with each passing breath. A hand still stretched out before him waiting to be shaken, and here he was left with the gun shot of confession. Toying with the tip of one dreadlocks, his lips moved briefly before closing against themselves.
More mutants...living with a mutant or living in a mansion full of them. There wasn't much of a choice in that matter. Or did the guy have other people living with him? Knowing his luck the guy was married and had twelve kids or something. His squinted eyes looked over the older man carefully now. For being a mutant he didn't look much different, possibly he had an ability like his own where he looked human enough. Worse case, if the guy got a bit freaky looking, he could just sleep in the car in the garage. "Lots of mutants around these parts...." Shifting slightly, Hokee held his elbow with one arm stretching across his chest. "Free soul, I don't like rules....come and go as I please." Clearing his throat, he shifted his focus off to the side a bit. "Especially the girls."
Travis could see the toil of emotions still rolling around in the young man’s eyes like a small storm in his mind, different factors clashing here and there. That was fine… he was making a choice that would likely impact the rest of his imminent future… Travis certainly wasn’t his dad, but he was going to be his Landlord, so to speak, as the guy was going to be working and living with him under his roof. Certain rules would have to be made, but that could wait for now… let him get settled in before dumping all that on him…
He mentioned the paperwork issue with dealing with the school, and Travis could note a bit of hope in the prospect… hope that he wouldn’t have to go at the beginning of the new year. He also mentioned ‘fudging’ again, and that issue would have to be put to rest… no need for the young man to get the wrong idea. “No paperwork problems… that’s what I was talking about in reference to the Dean. We will get it filled out while you get started in your classes… when it’s possible; I like to keep things on the up and up.” Travis didn’t like doing illegal dealings unless there was undisputable just cause… and even then, it left a bad taste in his mouth.
Not that he lost sleep, just didn’t like doing it if it could be avoided.
When Travis told him that he was a mutant, the slight bit of shock was evident on his face, but there was a lack of a couple of key elements that gave Travis a bit of information too. He had a good guess that this young man was a mutant as well, not due to any special ability to sense the fact, but because he lacked the two factors that any human who looked at a mutant had. When a human discovered someone with abilities, there was always two things present; envy or hatred. Sometimes both. Fear could be present too, but it was less common unless there was something worth fearing. He wasn’t about to express his thoughts though… making such an accusation and his theory turning out to be wrong was never good. “Just thought you should know, in case that was a problem.”
Travis and his blunt trauma honesty.
Travis nodded to the man’s appraisal… this was Order Territory, so the facts that Mutants naturally fled here to ensure they didn’t have to fear being shunned by the ‘regulars’ was obvious. “Free Soul needs funding, me thinks, thus, rules must be followed until freedom is bought.” Travis did his best ‘Yoda’ impression, then continued, explaining in a more normal manner. “I don’t have many rules, but one of them certainly is that nothing above a PG rating happens in my shop with no girl of yours, Savvy? That… and don’t be late, or drunk, for work.”
He wouldn’t explain that he hoped the young man would eventually bolster enough cash to get an apartment nearby of his own so he could have his ‘freedom’… that was the future… in the now, things had to be set… and his hand was still extended, waiting for him to shake it in agreement. “Do we have an accord?”
What in the world was going through Travis' mind. The impression was just....not cool. Cocking an eyebrow at the man, he was starting to wonder if this was a bad idea. If he was going to keep up with the voices and stuff, he was definitely going to sleep in his car in the garage. A job was all he really needed, well there were many things he needed but that didn't mean he actually wanted all of that. School was like eating cooked vegetables, they left your mouth feeling sour. Looking at the hand held out, he put his out to meet it.
"PG with the girls in the shop." There was nothing about outside the shop, free game for him. Looked like if he did get lucky enough to get some real action with Cree, he'd have to have it at her place or just maybe break into a random fishing boat again. The sight of her glorious legs filled his head. He really needed to hunt her down later today and show off his car and maybe she might show off her legs again to him.
With his thoughts drifting elsewhere, he couldn't help but zone out. His mind was already working around minor details and trying to figure out how to make his move on that creature of delight. So what if she had the ability to make his whole body go numb, she was drop dead hot! What he'd do to have her right there right now, he could almost smell her right there right now. He couldn't help it, he was a teen and well his mind focused around certain aspects of biology or chemistry....or some science stuff like that. He didn't know for sure what it was, he didn't pay attention in school on that matter. When it came to the female population, he was one to think with his...
"Set me in with the Dean as a Senior, right?" If he was going to be stuck with going to school, he wanted to get out of it as quickly as possible. Middle school was horror and the first two years of high school...what part of it he attended, well they weren't exactly anything to thrilling. If Travis wouldn't let him skip ahead, he'd have to find another way to get the whole school thing out of the way. Being in High School didn't seem like something he could really woo Cree off her feet with. Plus school got in the way of making money and to a teen money was everything.
Travis chuckled as he restated the one major condition he had for him. “Yea… it would be bad business to have you making out with some chick in the waiting room for half an hour.” The implications were obvious, and if he thought he was going to make some moves on some chick on his couch, he was sorely mistaken. Besides, PG wasn’t that bad… they could give each other quick kisses here and there, but he would have to use his car as the means of taking that young woman to somewhere private. Based on his reaction, he had one, but he questioned or stated nothing on this fact.
Travis smirked at his question… a Senior? He looked about right, age-wise, but as with most things, it had to be earned. “I can make sure you have the chance to be a senior… but you are gonna have to earn it. I’ll get you a placement test, so you can make sure you don’t get overloaded, and we both know what your strengths and weaknesses, academically, are.” It was fair enough, and while he expected some apprehension from this, he decided to throw in one more.
“I’m sure they have a study guide I can grab for you too, if you want… and on that note, you don’t have to keep quiet about everything. Yea, I might make a couple of rules here and there, but you have a say in this too. It’s your life… if there is anything you want specifically out of this, feel free to negotiate…” Travis knew he might regret saying that, but he wanted to make the kid realize that he wasn’t getting shackled in irons or anything. This wasn’t a dictatorship and he wasn’t trying to literally become the kid’s Dad… he was just trying to help.
That being said, he smiled gently, and waited on his response.
Was he seriously talking about making out right now? The dude was talking about making out. This was funny, very funny. What next, was he going to tell him where a stash of rubbers were and give him the big ole talk next? Now if that happened, he might wet his pants laughing. Actually, hopefully that would never happen, he didn't want to hear that kind of stuff from a guy who was going to be his boss, if anything in the shop he'd rather talk about other things....where he wasn't a kid. "Better hope I'm real slow with the sweeping..."
The smirk on his face quickly dropped. "Test?" Son of a bleep. He hadn't thought of something like that. Now he had to find a way to pass a test high enough he could skip a few grades....and this was with him barely making through some of the classes at his own level. He could break into the school, read a test and find the answers and cheat.."I ain't doing a test on vacation, I got other stuff to do." Like finding the cheat sheet...and the school.
Oh the ball was in his court now. He had the say in what he wanted. No school seemed out of the option but..."Can't I just do that GDE or whatever instead. I'd do the study stuff during what school would be and then take the test." That was something he could do much easier...maybe. To bad Chase wasn't brilliant, then he could have the kid just take the test for him. Darn. School wasn't anything he liked and not something he wanted to deal with. Degrees meant nothing so why even have it. He could really just print a diploma out and no one would really know....
"So...I'm not going to be around on the holidays...got plans." Sure a couch was offered and he could always park the car in the garage, but he didn't want to be near people for the holidays. New Years he had every intention of hitting up the clubs. Travis wouldn't understand that...or would he. No point in asking, he was an adult and could do what he wanted. He was man, rawr!
Travis chuckled, not once, but twice. The first was towards his comment at being slow at sweeping. His pay would directly reflect the amount of effort he put into his job, which they would talk over later. He didn’t pay people to be lazy, and while he did pay by the hour, he wouldn’t hesitate to penalize any semblance of laziness. He couldn’t stand people who had the ability to work hard and just chose not to simply because they didn’t want to exert the energy. But that too was a conversation for another time… he would learn about it, soon enough. For now, he would address the statement he made.
“How you spend your time is up to you… part of becoming an adult is making choices and accepting the results. I’ll get you the study guide for the placement test, and you spend your time on that however you want… but here’s the curious question: With your plans for the holiday, when do you want to start work?” It was a fair question, especially from his employer’s standpoint so he could get the young man on his payroll and the like. It would also show Travis what the young man planned… but he wouldn’t be getting out of school, come hell or high water.
He shook his head at the other question though. “Nope… a ‘GED’ won’t stand in a lot of places aside my shop, so if you ever plan to get a job aside where I have the power, you need a real diploma. If you study for this test, you can get it pretty quick, but your fate, ultimately, is in your hands. Besides, the GED test is a LOT harder than the placement test…”
That being said, he stood there stoicly, and waited for a response. If he chose to spend his holiday goofing off and not studying, he wouldn’t do well on the placement test, simple as that. If he did study, he would do good… even if he needed a little help. How much he worked towards something would be directly reflected by the results, regardless of the true outcome. If he worked his ass off and still didn’t score well, Travis would find a way to make it up to him… that was just the type of person he was.
A shrug of the shoulders, what more could he do. Travis was set on him doing school one way or another. This just sucked. He attempted a class with the mansion and that was enough for him to go stir crazy, but going to a real school now. This was not what he wanted, this was not what he left the Reservation for. Karma was a real pain in his butt, was this the price he had to pay for his little tribute of destruction to the DMV? "Could start today, just Christmas Eve I got places to be....New Years Eve I got plans."
Hokee's eyes looked over at his car. Who would have thought he'd actually have a car right now and a job. Yeah, life would have been better if he didn't have to do that whole school thing, but it could be worse. To much to swallow in one shot, he continued to pick away at what was offered to him. He could really do well here with Travis letting him slide through the cracks, but would that be enou for everything he desired for?
"Those tests are all bull. Graduation is just fancy paper." Giving his arms a light rub, he let his words sink in for a bit. "Not like they teach you about how to stuff you really know or need....but if it means a job sure." The words left a sour taste in his mouth. School was not what he wanted at all, and agreeing...this was pure torture. Hopefully he could really pull something out of his ass and get out of school early, if not he'd have to figure out how to make fake papers on his own and graduate himself. He could do the whole school thing, but that didn't mean he had to be happy about it.
"Do you get a lot of...cops in your place?" This had to be the most important bit of information for him to know. He certainly didn't want any run ins with them if possible, but even with his short stay at the mansion, he was fully aware of how impossible life was in the big city. Maybe if he lived in the sewers, cops didn't go tromping about in the discarded waste of the city did they?