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.
Today was one of those 'D. All the above' sorts of days. Not that this was a real test, if it was well....it might be one of the few he could actually ace without the accusation of cheating. There was nothing wrong with cheating, as long as you didn't get caught. If you got away with it, just meant you were smarter for figuring out how to get around the system. This was something he sought out to excel in.
Taking a class was still out of the question, and going to the school he was going to prior to the accident was even more less likely. Car rides just didn't feel great in the slightest. Each bump on the road felt like nails hammering into his bones deeper and deeper.
That guy in the sweats told him once they could train together, today was as good of a day as any other. With a fresh dose of pain medication, he was set to take over the world. With ease the crutches moved down the hallways as he drew nearer to the room that should house the guy. Using the crutch like a hammer, he started to bang on the door. These things were great for making noise.
"Hey you ready to get your a** whooped in the Danger Room?" Cocky, of course. He was the king of the world, the badass in dreadlocks.
Someone was trying to break down her door. Maya jumped, her thoughts immediately jumping too, in the general direction of Ami's male relatives and their impending revenge; but the voice belonged to someone else.
>>"Hey you ready to get your a** whooped in the Danger Room?"
Oh. That guy. He was still around?...
Maya opened the door, dressed in training pants and a sports bra, and glared at the dreadlock guy with her hands on her hips.
"Dunno, are ya ready to get yours handed to you?"
What the hell, the guy was on crutches. Was this for real?...
The guy was taking forever. What was his name again, Dorwin....Gilfred.....didn't matter, he didn't need to know his name, just admit defeat. That was what it was all about in the end. Just because he was on crutches for the time being didn't mean he was worthless or hopeless. This wasn't the first time he had been on a set of them, nor would it be the last time. The advantages or disadvantages of free running were learning from falls and such...sure a car accident was different but that was a minor detail.
"Hey, you---" There was a babe. No wonder he didn't answer the door right away, he had a chick in there wearing his pants and well her over-the-boulder-shoulder-holder...."Shoving his head into the door he didn't care if he was getting in the girl's grill or not. He wasn't here to talk to a girl, he was ready to beat the guy into pure shame."Dude, where are you? Scared I'll whoop your skinny a** and now you're hiding behind your girl?" Polite, nope.
"Sorry to cut in on your extra curricular actives, you two can play doctor after I show this guy how its done."
>>"Hey, you--- Dude, where are you? Scared I'll whoop your skinny a** and now you're hiding behind your girl?"
Maya stood her ground with an amused expression on her face. It was by far not the first time someone thought she was her own girlfriend, but not everyone had such a perfectly dumb reaction as this one.
>>"Sorry to cut in on your extra curricular actives, you two can play doctor after I show this guy how its done."
"No worries, my girlfriend is out for the day" she grinned, picking up a top "Hokee, right? Name's Maya, I'm gonna be your X-man supervisor for the day. Ready to train or are you just gonna stand there?"
Girlfriend. Hot damn, she was a lesbian. He needed to find some cameras and such for sure now and bug that room pronto. So much for entertainment, he could have free public access to, well enjoyable stuff. "Knew he looked like a girl, she looked like a girl." Muttering, mumbling, a mix of both, yep. The conversation in the kitchen so long ago now made a bit more sense. Why the guy didn't seem to care about driving, the dude wasn't even a dude. What a shame to the world. He must, she must have been the 'masculine' one of the couple. Short hair, big lips...yep it made more sense now.
With a bit of a laugh he couldn't believe his ears. It was a bit disappointing he wasn't going to beat who originally thought, but it could be worse. Training with Taylor. That was shudder worthy. Tucking the crutches between him and the wall, he pulled off the t-shirt he had been wearing. Tossing the shirt over at her, he took the crutches back under his arms and prepped himself. "Bring it on girly."
>>"Knew he looked like a girl, she looked like a girl."
Maya rolled her eyes, and decided not to explain. There was no point, really. Guy was too dumb to care anyway.
"She is a girl." she sighed, and ducked out of the way when the shirt was tossed at her. Now that was just wrong.
>>"Bring it on girly."
"All right, first of all" she stepped forward to poke him in his skinny teen chest "Bein' a girl is all the advantage ya'll get from me. Second, if we go into the DR, I'm callin' the shots. Students are not supposed to be in there unsupervised. Third, if DocProf busts your ass for trainin' like that, I'm just gonna step outta way. Why are you not healed anyway? Piss him off already?"
Poking his chest, yep she wanted him. Lesbian or not, the girls just couldn't resist. He had that aura about him, that made the guys want to be like him, the girls swoon and the sexually confused even more confused. This was just how the cookie crumbled. "Yeah, yeah, enough of the talking." Rules, of course there were rules, and rules were meant for the uptight people. He was not that. Rules were more of a suggestion. A suggestion to be at 100% before going into the Danger Room, listening to the person in charge and yadda yadda. He was not one for being shoved in a box and expected to stay in the lines. If life was a coloring book, he'd be out of the lines.
"I'm better off without him getting all mystical man on me. Break a bone, grows back stronger. Quick heal is for pansies." There were many reasons, and he doubted a girl would understand it. Supervisor or not, she didn't have to know everything. "Stop dancing around the bush, take the crutches as your best chance of standing a chance against me." Ego stroke commence
With the crutches resting in his arm pits, he started to balance his weight in the air off the two of them. Baby play, that was exactly what it was right now. With a swing back, he gave himself a bit of distance between her girly fingers against his chest. Lifting up the left crutch, he poked back at her. "Save the shirt to whip your tears away." With a smirk from the corner of his mouth, he started the hobble swag down the hallway.
Oh wow, the brat really couldn't wait to get his ass kicked.
>>"I'm better off without him getting all mystical man on me. Break a bone, grows back stronger. Quick heal is for pansies. Stop dancing around the bush, take the crutches as your best chance of standing a chance against me."
That was incredibly stupid, and at the same time the first thing that made him sound like someone she might like. He had the same mentality when it came to Doc, and she could not argue with that. The crutches, however... she did not like to kick sick puppies. But this one was asking for it.
>>"Save the shirt to whip your tears away."
"See you at the Danger Room" she sighed, kicking the shirt out into the hallway before she closed the door, and mirrorwalked downstairs to wait for him, leaning against the doorframe.
Having a strut with crutches was not something everyone could do, it took real swag and he had it. Of course she got down there first, he took a quick detour to get himself changed down into the bare minimum. If he was going to be using his power, he needed to keep the skin exposed and ready to rock and roll. Be it because his little supervisor was a girl, or maybe his own need to prove something, he made his way down in nothing but a speedo, jet black with nothing else. Sure he wasn't anticipating going for a swim, but he certainly wasn't going to go frolicking about in his boxers.
"So, what are we doing? Opening a spaghetti jar for some old hag or running into a burning building to fetch the kitten?" What people did behind these doors, he didn't know. Last time he wandered down this way he saw an old lady with an elephant. That was weird. Needless to say, he didn't stick around wrong. If there was a senior citizen chilling with an elephant, she had to be a few fries short of a Happy Meal. The Asian guy must have been deaf or mute, he couldn't tell for sure but that was ages ago.
"This mission best not be going into RiteAid and buying you tampons. I don't touch that crap."
The guy showed up seriously underdressed. Maya rolled her eyes. If he thought that was going to be an advantage, he was sorely mistaken. Ew.
>>"So, what are we doing? Opening a spaghetti jar for some old hag or running into a burning building to fetch the kitten?"
"If that's what you were hopin' for, you're at the wrong place, man" she sighed, opening the DR door. "In this place, the kitten fetches you. An' belive me ya don' want that."
>>"This mission best not be going into RiteAid and buying you tampons. I don't touch that crap."
"Oh baby, I don't think ya've ever gotten near to touchin' anything that has to do with that" she chuckled, ordering the lights on in the Danger Room "So what's your power?"
Moving into the door frame, the teen leaned into the crutches. "Hitting below the belt. Don't underestimate what I have and haven't done. Tell you one thing, mighty fine gal with legs to die for got real cozy with me if you know what I mean. Mmmm mighty fine legs." What he did with himself and with girls was not something she had to know. This couldn't be what the training was all about, if he had to sit through one more sex ex class he would gag for sure. One thing for sure, her girlfriend had to be jealous with her chick running around in a bra.
"Whatever. What are we doing then?" Girls, they talked to much. Just open the door and say what he had to do, it was simple. One, two, three and go. "Run from kittens and avoid exploding mayo?" Standing around here was a pain, seriously. He was fine moving around, but just standing still had a discomfort factor to key in. Instruction or not, he was going to keep moving. Propelling himself forward, he made his way into the danger room.
"I want to train, not just talk like school girls....so what are we doing?" She was the trainer, she was to say what they would do, whatever. Ms Bra would have to start explaining or telling him what they were doing instead of what they weren't doing. Seriously he might not have much to do, but he did have a few TV shows he'd like to catch later that afternoon.
>> "Hitting below the belt. Don't underestimate what I have and haven't done. Tell you one thing, mighty fine gal with legs to die for got real cozy with me if you know what I mean. Mmmm mighty fine legs."
"Oh, that one. I think I know her." Maya grinned. Fine legs huh. Kid was a total virgin. She could tell a mile away.
>>"Whatever. What are we doing then? Run from kittens and avoid exploding mayo?"
"Kid, we gotta get ya hooked on some better stuff than what ya've been smokin'." Over Sam's dead body, obviously. But it was a nice figure of speech. Also, she'd need to lock him up with Calley at some point. That should teach him about kittens.
>>"I want to train, not just talk like school girls....so what are we doing?"
"Easy training for the physically impaired" she chuckled, giving the access code to the computer... the next moment, they were in a jungle that seemed endless, wet, and hot at the same time. Maya smiled, tilting her head as she listened to the sounds. Most of them belonged to harmless creatures...
A jungle in the place, well this was a sight for sore eyes. No wonder she was walking around in just her bra and sweatpants. Good thing he dressed in a speedo, he might be taking a bit of a swim. He hadn't ever been in a jungle before, the only thing that might compare to such a thing was woods he used to go sledding in, but that was so long ago and a good 40 degrees colder. "Fresh out of the stuff from the Rez." With a roll of his eyes, he experimented with the crutches in the jungle floor.
"Watch it Barbie, I'm not impaired." From the looks of things, he would have to look at using the resources more then depending on his mutant ability. Sure he had his natural dexterity to his benefit, though it was slightly altered due to his healing pelvis. The ground was soft, which was good for falls but the crutches could easily get sucked down a bit in the earth. Treading carefully would be key.
"So what next....walk on hot coals or something?" His smart mouth might be building himself a hole, but his ears were checking out the noises in the room or the jungle. He had heard about big cities being compared to a jungle, but he hadn't thought about ever really encountering an actual jungle in the city. With today's training, he would now know how to maneuver in a jungle surrounding to steal monkeys from a zoo. He left home for this?
Oh. That also explained a lot. The sassy brat from the rez. Charming. But unless he came from a rez in South America, she doubted he had seen a jungle like this before.
>>"Watch it Barbie, I'm not impaired."
"Sure. Because crutches are so in this year." she grinned, watching him try to find his balance.
>>"So what next....walk on hot coals or something?"
He did not get an answer for that one - by the time he finished balancing and turned to look, she was nowhere to be seen. Slipping quietly into the lush green environment, she moved around, watching him, curious to see what will happen next. Let the hunt begin.
Looking around, he noticed one thing was lacking, the person who was supposed to be training him. Go figure. Ditched in a jungle on crutches, well on the plus side at least the ground wasn't NY ice. Taking a few swings forward, the momentum started to build as he maneuvered around the jungle floor. The speed was just casual, taking the time to get used to the feel of the unknown territory under his belt. This was very similar to using the crutches in the summer months, not to bad to get used to. This was a plus. Good thing he had experience with these.
"In the jungle, the might jungle..." Muttering under his breath in a mocking song fashion he tried to determine what exactly to do. The trees in here were vastly different then the types he grew up with, but in a way all trees were the same. Bark, limbs, branches....shade. He really needed to work with his ability more during the day, no good time like now to do that. Spotting the perfect spot to start exploring, he found a tree that might work.
Glancing around him, Hokee lifted one crutch up into the air until he snagged a good grip with the crutch. Taking the other crutch out from under him, he twisted his foot in it till he could hold the crutch without his hands. Giving the hanging crutch a tug, he was soon pulling his body up into the air. The climb wasn't bad, mostly upper body strength used. He had plenty of that to spare now, working on all that with the crutches for the last four weeks. Sure he wasn't at the same place he was two months ago, but other muscles were building up to make up for the lack of others. Maneuvering the crutch off his foot and taking the other one off the place he snagged it wasn't to difficult. With his legs straddling the branch, he started to lift the crutches higher in the tree. Using the natural build of the tree to his advantage, he balanced the crutches on branches while continuing his assent.
Goal: Get high and check out what the place looked like.