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.
Isabel had apparently received the same text that Lisa had sent to at least two other Order members, something she gathered as she passed from the corridor into the Foyer of the Sanctuary. Abyss and Aura had already beaten her down, as had a skunk it seemed. They all seemed to be chatting back and forth with an older man in a suit. Minus the skunk, of course.
Having missed a good chunk of the conversation, she hung back toward Lisa's desk, trying to piece together what was going on from what she had been able to catch. From just the text, she knew the suit as here for some sort of business transaction. From where he was standing it looked like the guy was doing is best to convince the Former Boss Lady that whatever he was offering was worth making a deal over.
"Politicians are know for being slippery liars," she piped up, leaning back against the desk and crossing her arms as she regarded the suit warily. She didn't have the best track record with the government and men in suits didn't tend to associate with the kind of mutants that were known to live at the Sanctuary. "You so sure his word is binding?"
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Hearing another voice, Markus knew it had to be another mutant, more muscle to be added to the force of what he desired. Of course one person in disbelief would easily be swayed once the true plan was revealed, but there was still more information needed before Markus could elaborate. He turned slowly to face the girl and with the true emotion he had hid beneath, he looked the woman who had spoken in the eyes and began to talk in the most solemn tone he had ever used since arriving.
"This is true I won't deny it, but politicians are also very useful in certain aspects of life, so why not add one to your arsenal? I mean you have me where I might as well have my head in a guillotine. You now hold my intentions, my identity, and if this place is as fancy as it looks, footage of me doing all this. I've come to you all as a mere worm in the eyes of a hawk ready to eat. So what is there to fear?" Markus retorted as he straightened his arms to his sides and readied for a response.
“A secret identity eh? How quaint. Mutants should never have to hide from anyone especially humans.” Syn’s idea of mutant supremacy shown through as if she had never been gone. No, her views of a mutant ruled world were still in full swing. Having a mutant politician was even more appealing to aid in that cause.
Another very familiar voice sounded from the area of Lisa’s desk. Isabel had arrived and her own views were immediately expressed. Syn smiled and let Markus respond to her friend’s question. The dark princess wondered if the man knew just how right he was. These weren’t the people you’d want to try to screw over. “We’ll keep your identity a secret Markus, so long as you continue to prove beneficial to us.” Syn’s own voice changed to a more serious one to help drive home Markus’ own statement.
"I assure you I can do just that Ms. Syn, all in good time. As for now, I can inform you that I am quite impressed with your, staff members. So impressed that I am now ready to inform you of a much more, tempting opportunity." Once Finished Markus moved out to a front view of the group of people who had surrounded him with intrigue and themselves. Now in a good presentation area of the room, in front of all who he assumed had their eyes on him, Markus revealed to them the true hit.
"Have any of you ever heard of, The Bureau of Engraving and Printing? They print 38 million notes a day. That's a face value of approximately $541 million dollars, how about that score? And to soothe you a bit more into the idea, and since I'm not a big fan of decimals, I'll split it in all of your favors. I'll take 200 million, and I'll leave the 341 million in the rightful hands of the Order." Markus hoped this would appease them greatly, he needed what ever they were packing, and would need all they could bring to the table to complete the new plan.
Abyss grinned at the sound of 341 million. " Now we are talking, Don't get me wrong 5 mil isn't shabby but after hitting Knox, a bank job just doesn't hit the spot like it used to. But we can get around to that after we handle this triviality of a bank heist." He then turned to Isabel.
"On top of all the film,and potential political ruin, I am sure Markus here, realizes screwing us over comes with an all to real possibility of execution. Politicians are slippery when there are laws to navigate, we don't play by that set of rules and he knows it. In fact that's why he came to us.His words are binding him, one way or another, So I hope for his sake, they are. " Know though he was speaking to Isabel, the words were as much for Markus's benefit.
"No need for the small stuff now, as I am sure your enthusiasm would agree. The bank was just a base plate to see how you all stood up to the challenge, and now with something a bit more appetizing in front of your eyes, I hope we can set our minds on that goal." Markus now replied with a calm undertone, his attention now lay with the people who had heard his call for assistance.
"Now the only thing I need is the information surrounding everyone in this room. By that I mean of course, your talents, the thing that makes you superior to the ants who we plan to steal from." Markus then proceeded to pull from his suit coat a small memo book and a pencil, then proceeded to write down the names he had collected from the past few conversations.
"So why don't you all tell me about yourselves, other then what I can already gather?" Markus asked ready to record the information that would be used to formulate the heist.
No texts needed as it soon became obvious, be it by sight or murmur, that many of the heavy hitters were gathering in the foyer. Word spread through the Sanctuary like Mad Dog did down at the train yards. Especially when money was being discussed. As Roland rode the elevator, he thought of many things that were changing and yet remained very similar. The darker band of flesh around his neck; a grim reminder of the pompous nature of the human race, itched slightly. It now also reminded him of why he had escaped custody to return to his home.
Strength in numbers. Yes. Strength in mutant numbers. Hell Yes.
He had passed through the elevator's threshold in time to hear the big red machine talk about Knox. He hadn't been around for that job, but it sounded like a real blast. Maybe akin to Romania. The smell of Alexandra's hair floated through his nostrils, an ephemeral vapor. Closing his eyes in bliss briefly, he listened to this egghead blather on and prepare to take notes. Was it amateur hour? Perhaps a near fatal dose of carbon monoxide was causing them all to be hypoxic and delusional. Whatever the case, in his jeans and wifebeater, Roland sized up the visitor before adding his own two bits. His gait relaxed, the thief casually strolled around to the man's flank, looking now at the assembled cast from the same viewpoint.
No guns, but a single metallic box cutter slid into Roland's back pocket. More than likely, weapons would be offered up easily. Addressing each with a look or nod, except in Duskmoor's case. She was completely passed over.
"Before anyone starts giving this guy any more information, I suggest we frisk him. Anyone done that? If this guy is a Fed, well, he dies of course. However, should he be wearing a wire, things could become unpleasant. So, maybe we'll get some information from you first, Sir." His eyes focused on the brazen recorder of secrets.
"But first,"his eyes scanning the interior of the room. ,"pick a wall. I'm sure you know the drill."
Markus flipped the notepad away and placed it on the receptionist table along with the pencil and began to empty the rest of the items from his person as well as explain. " For one, I cannot record you without your consent, that's illegal in the great state of New York." Markus replied with sarcasm in his second statement as he pulled from the left side of his suit coat his M9 pistol, removed the clip and cocked the gun as to release the bullet already in the barrel. He then placed the gun and it's ammunition down next to the notepad on the desk. "Also if I was a fed, I'm sure it would be a breeze to easily shake a few no name suits. That's the beauty of politicians, you know they don't work for the government, they work for themselves, so why would I want to squander a chance to get some help with what I want by getting this Nations, terribly run government involved?"
"As for history about me, I'd be more than happy to tell you the short story of my life." Markus continued to speak as he pulled out from his suit coat 5 more business cards he kept on his person and his cellphone and placed them along beside the gun and his notepad. "Let me start from the beginning, my name is Markus Cain Burke, born and raised in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. I am a veteran of both the Vietnam and Gulf war, current member and leader of the Conformatist political party, and a member on the New York City Council. Feel free to ask anymore questions." Markus finished up as he placed the last item on his person, which was his wallet, on the table along with his other items and awaited anyone's response.
So the bank job was just an appetizer eh? It was laughable to be honest, but Syn figured that once the job was done they’d have Markus in their pocket. However, now he was talking more on their level in regards to the new hit. Splitting up 341 million was much more tempting than a measly 5 million.
Observing and listening to the discussion, Syn let things unfold before her without having to use any of her own effort. The dark princess wanted to roll her eyes as her brother tried defending the positions of both Markus and the Order. These were things Syn had already plotted out, but she let her big brother sound off. In a small way it was kind of cute as he was usually just known for being big and strong, and less on the thoughtful side of things. Then again…maybe that was just Syn’s point of view as she was typically the one to speak out.
Soon Markus wanted to question everyone’s abilities and jot them down like some kind of reporter. Things like that didn’t sit well with Syn unless she wanted to know more about someone else. In which case the tables would be turned around, and she would be asking that very question. Thankfully a new face arrived and changed the topic.
This man didn’t ring any bells in Syn’s mind. He must’ve been someone who came here after her disappearance. The man had an aggressive demeanor as he made Markus empty his pockets and such like a cop would do to a suspected criminal.
Markus responded to this new arrival’s questioning, but Syn was wondering the same thing about the new guy. She waited for Markus to stop talking before calmly directing herself to this wanna be cop. “And who might you be?
Odd, I thought this places people would be closer than the axis powers. Markus thought as he looked on at the two who to him seem to have met for the first time. Perhaps his request for help and it's rewards for doing so were far too tempting to pass up for anyone here. Either way, Markus was nearly assured his help. I hope this place isn't too rowdy, I'd hate to come here just to make it my last place ever visited. Then hinged on the thought of a fight breaking out, Markus was somewhat in fear but was met with a duality of interest.
Abyss grinned as he heard Roland speak up in the background. He wondered momentarily at the comical thought of a fed coming in and suggesting heists and take overs. More likely a reporter than a government official, surely the government would simply go patriot act and tap their lines if they were interested in recording them.
Abyss inclined his head toward Markus, "I tend to take people at their word, they regret it when they don't measure up to it." He said with a light shrug, the others could hide their capabilities if they liked. Abyss prided himself on being a man without fear, He was a mutant, anyone could see, but if they requested information head gladly demonstrate.
Abyss snatched a coin off of the desk, it might have been from Markus' pile of property it might have been Lisa's, He didn't care. he held the coin up for Markus to see and pushed down on the sides, he rolled his fingers in a circle and presented a small metal ball, the quarter's metal seemed like play doh in the behemoths hand.
"If we start to fear what walks in our door, then we become something we simply aren't." Abyss smirked, the others might considerate foolish, but an action is considered foolish based on consequences and he never worried and bothered acknowledging such things.
"That is a mere hint of the taste of my strength. My brothers wield the same and will help." no need to give up all his secrets of course.
he glanced from Roland to Syn and back. "Syn, This is Vagabond. Vagabond this is Syn." He was unsure if Rolland would appreciate is name being given by anyone but himself, he was as he was demonstrating currently, a cautious man.
"I haven't heard of the conformatist, what is it exactly they stand for?" It was a loaded question he had to resist adding 'claim to' in front of stand for. He liked there leader well enough, but leaders are only the head of the snake.
"Thank you for the demonstration, and the information Mr. Abyss, I am glad to hear we will have muscle backing this operation." Markus's amazement was running rampant inside his head under the guise of his frankness. Once he heard Abyss mention the Conformatists, he was not hesitant to give him a quite plain, yet utterly true response. "The Conformatists, are merely a collective of puppets and pawns Mr. Abyss, I use them for purposes similar to the one we face now, but easier, seeing as none possess the strengths of mutants sadly."
Now realizing his suddenness, Markus began to retrieve his items and place them back into his possession. "Forgive me for being a bit fast paced. The only reason I require the information is for the benefit of strategy, for example, now that I know we will have a few walking bulldozers on hand, I can formulate this in a much smoother way. Now if it makes any of you feel safer, not that you need be, I'll gladly give you information pertaining to my power."
"I have an ability more or less along the lines of strategy, I can compose multiple ways to effect the outcome of events seen through my eyes. I can formulate up to 15 different ways to effectively change said events. I can also track people through a 50 feet radius if I so choose it." Now with everything out on the metaphorical table, Markus decided to compromise.
"I don't need your powers or your names, although now I know most of them, but all's I need you to know is that I am only doing this for your convenience. I don't know what crimes you've all committed in your pasts, but I am sure you have, but I am only here to cut the time you waste on those crimes in half in the near future, and time is money."
Syn and Abyss seemed to be finding little to worry about over a government official waltzing through the golden doors and offering a huge sum of money if only they'd commit a crime for him. Normally their thoughts on such matters were enough to convince Isabel as well, but she just couldn't help being wary over a politician making them such an offer. She just did not like officials of any sort, particularly those with enough connections that could be called upon to potentially put her and her companions in some hot water.
Roland was someone she hadn't expected to join them in the Foyer, especially after the little show he put on when he first arrived insisting that he be allowed to lay low at the Sanctuary for a while. But a least his appearance revealed that she wasn't the only suspicious one in the group and the pat down he demanded was enough for the moment for her to overlook his obviously ignoring her when he'd stepped in.
Normally she also wasn't above giving her name and bragging about her abilities, but as a politician, shouldn't he know at least some of the big name criminals in the city he worked for? She couldn't help but scoff at what she saw as his lack of preparation for confronting the mutants of the Sanctuary. Now it was going to be a game withholding her information, if he really didn't know who she was.
His claim that they wasted time on crimes got much the same reaction. She for one enjoyed her little crime sprees and never saw them as time wasted. Money also didn't interest her much, unlike the others. She could appreciate how much help it would be to the Order, but on a personal level money rarely ever motivated her to do anything. It was just paper.
She'd go along with the others and help knock down whatever bank was targeted, but she was going to be difficult about it. Anyone that said they were committing such a crime, especially when that anyone was a politician, partly for the money but also for the Order's convenience just didn't sit well with her. She could certainly help dispatch anyone that got in the way, but she anticipated most of her time would be spent watching their collective backs and keeping an eye on the older man.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Aura watched the people around her, most she knew a few like Roland she knew the name. Roland had an interesting idea, something Aura herself normally saved for after she killed someone but some people were weird. She watched as the man showed he had nothing suspect on him. A gun, but in sanctuary it might as well have been a toothpick. Roland's caution was sound however and they had only his word he was in fact one of them. Some powers were hard to prove like Pheonix's who was revived after he was killed.
Aura knew nothing of what the mint actually was. Politics and money were things aura cared little about. Aura only vaguely understood what governments did and even less comprehension on the value of the money they were about to steal. What Aura heard was that their would likely be a fight and Aura needed a good fight to release the frustrations that were simmering in her mind.
She watched Abyss crush the coin into a ball, showing his power. Aura considered what the Man said his power was. If true the man was indirectly quite powerful. Aura valued strategy in a fight and considered his request made sense. "Well my powers are very much public knowledge anyway" she said with a shrug and a smile. Aura had made the news rather often up until recently.
Their was no need to reveal all she could do but a small demonstration seemed fair. Moments later Her Aura appeared at first just in front of her eyes, but it seemed to spill forth wrapping around her head, then quickly flowing to her feet and hands. Raising her right arm in front of her The Pink energy around her hand expanded forward in a eight inch long sword like blade, with a quick slash, Aura cut deep into an end table her blade nearly cutting the table in half. Without looking Aura remade her weapon, the pink energy expanded, this time forming an ax a few inches in front of her fist, Aura ended the little show by letting the Axe lose it's shape and flow back to her fist where it formed a hammer like shape. Aura said nothing more, what happened now was up the rest, Aura would follow along with the plan.
Aurion had been on top of Sanctuary plucking a fat bird clean when the car pulled up and the bald man stepped out. He only really noticed because the bald man's head reflected the light quite nicely. He had crept down the front of the building to see what the man was up to and when he had knocked on the golden doors, Aurion went back up to the large window above the doors. He carefully pulled a certain section open and moved in, taking all care not to wreck the window.
Moving along the floor he found a hatch of sorts, maybe a service hatch, he wasn't sure, but it was large enough for Aurion to slip through. He crept along the ceiling until he reached the middle. Hanging by his feet he watched as a woman he hadn't seen before came in and spoke with the man, followed by a large red man that Aurion recognized. It might have been Jupiter, but if it wasn't, he knew it was one of his brothers. Isabel, and two people, a man and a woman, that Aurion didn't know joined the little gathering.
The thought of acquiring a large sum of money didn't really interest Aurion, but he was somewhat anxious to do something. And if that something was with and helped their little family, then that was even better. The guy who reminded Aurion of a cop didn't seem to trust the bald man. He could see why that might be, but he wasn't too concerned. Jupiter, or his brothers, could crush the man without trying, Isabel, he was sure, could kill the guy before he realized what was going on. As for Aurion, if they guy was a threat, Aurion could remove him and have a good dinner out of him at the same time.
With that thought in his head, he swayed a bit gaining a bit of momentum. Throwing himself forward as he released his hold on the ceiling. He did a slow, almost lazy, half flip as he fell through the air towards the ground. He was facing the bald man when he landed smoothly, almost lightly, his knees took the impact easily. Aurion let himself slide a foot or two back from where he had landed before he flexed his claws and stopped himself. His long tail moved slowly, lazily behind him, like a cat's tail when it knows it can easily catch its prey.
Aurion gave the man a small toothy smile, showing his needle pointed serrated teeth, "I say go for it, could be fun." His words came out at a slower speed than most people spoke normally, but they were clear and didn't halt too much. His thin forked tongue flicked quickly, repeatedly out towards the bald man. "Yummy." His voice was lower, huskier as he said the word slowly, before he licked his lips.