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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
While she was trying to figure out how people forced bones back into sockets on their own, the heavy metal door to the room swung open. Abandoning her task, she picked up her makeshift weapon and hauled herself off to the side and into a corner, until the door partially covered her from view. She was willing to bet that whoever was entering the room wouldn't be too happy with seeing their boss on the floor. Fortunately, however, luck was on her side for once.
One boot-clad foot stepped into view, and she let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. It was the Judge, not some other raider jerk. Wincing, she forced herself to her feet, taking care not to jostle her arm too much in the process, and stepped out from behind her poor cover. He'd probably already known she was back there, anyway.
"You've got no idea how happy I am to see you..." Relief washed through her, leaving her feeling drained and tired. Even when Johnny started to come too, having the masked man around lifted a terrible weight off of her shoulders.
....the guys short, muttered threats however, still earned a cringe from her, and a shudder. He was a real piece of work, wasn't he?
"Are you alright?" She nodded despite herself, one hand clutched in place over her shoulder. The only visible injuries on her were a bruised and swelling chin and lip. "I've been worse..." She muttered back, her eyes never leaving Johnny as he groaned and clutched his face on the floor. "Seventeen other girls didn't fare as well as I, though... according to him." She nodded her chin at him, and pushed herself away from the wall. The spider she'd left on the Judge's shoulder whispered to her silently, informing her of just who the man was. He was the boss of the group, yeah.. she already new that. But he was also the man who'd mercilessly killed the little boy.
"...The bastard killed Tommy... and god only know's how many others." She paused momentarily, her eyes finally leaving the man who'd beaten her quite soundly. "Are... are the others alright out there?"
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"You've got no idea how happy I am to see you..." He really didn't have a reply to that. Anything he could have said would have just been depressing, or angering. Oh, wait, angering... right... "Next time, don't do something stupid to get yourself caught. This isn't a game. You screw up, you die."
"I've been worse...Seventeen other girls didn't fare as well as I, though... according to him."
He assumed that meant she was fine... Well, at least good enough to walk; it was apparent that something was wrong with her arm when she started moving. His face remained aimed at the man on the floor. seventeen women... the death of a child... Most likely countless others. He usually killed people quick, with as little pain as possible... Sometimes he made exceptions when it came to particularly horrible people. This man would be one of them. As if to echo his sentiment, his partner in justice spoke up.
"...The bastard killed Tommy... and god only know's how many others. Are... are the others alright out there?"
"They're fine. One of them even killed a raider while they were distracted.-"
"Oh... damn..." Johnny was recovering again, and oddly enough, was chuckling. "You're the Judge, aren't you? Pathetic... Still trying to fix the world even after it's clearly a lost cause."
A heavy kick to the leg caused the raider leader to growl in pain. "Quiet, scum. You have one purpose left in this world, and that's to die a painful death."
That drew another chuckle from the man. "Yeah? Fine. Go ahead and kill me... It won't change a thing. People like me are a dime a dozen in this world. Kill me, and someone else will crawl out of the wood works... someone even worse."
An armored fist clenched, and then slowly released. Instead of raining another blow down on Johnny, he grabbed the man by the collar, and hauled him to his feet, pressing him against the wall. "No... No they won't... Because I'm going to make an example of you..." Without waiting for a response, he turned and dragged the man toward the exit, toward their audience. He figured Megan wouldn't be too far behind, hurt arm or no.
"What, you're going to string me up? Wave me around like a banner? You think that actually scares people? I'm not afraid of dying, @#$hole... I wouldn't be in this line of work if I was." Defiant all the way, he spoke, more than physically struggled against his captor, a smug look stuck on his face. It was as if he was proud of what he was.
Before he knew it, he was on his knees in the middle of a room, a bunch of scared and confused people looking at him from every direction... The Judge before him.
"To answer your question... No... I'm not going to kill you..." The Judge spoke before leaning in to whisper into his ear. "I'm going to choke you out, and pull your arm out of it's socket. Then, choke you out again, and then I'll wake you up. I'll bust your other arm. Then I'll beat your face in. After that I'll break both of your legs... Finally, if you beg, and I mean really, beg for me not to kill you... I'll consider it." The Judge leaned away again, and spoke in a casual tone. "Well... Shall we get started?" The man's eyes widened as the Judge spoke into his ear, but hardened as he finished. "YOU WON'T BREAK ME YOU SON OF A B@#$%! I WON'T LET YOU! I'LL NEVER BE-GHAAAGH." An arm looped around his throat, and squeezed tightly, constricting his airway, and the blood flow to his brain.
His torture had begun, among a chorus of gasps from shocked onlookers who would never step in to save him.
She didn't follow right away... partly because she stumbled across her cloths and belongings piled in the room just outside the door, and partly because the Judge's words had stung. But... he was right. She'd always been one for impulses. Just do whatever pops into your head, whenever, no matter the consequences. Back at the camp, though, she hadn't needed that. She had a routine to follow, orders to keep in mind, and people who needed her help. She couldn't afford to run off on a whim.
But... for just a moment, she'd felt like her old self. Cocky, arrogant. The world couldn't hold her back, and no one could take her down. Yeah... she'd screwed up big time. He was right, and she knew it. She was going to have to work really hard on leaving the old her behind, now that everything was changing. She'd have to adapt to the situation, find common ground between the two halves of herself battling for control. Megan the mischief maker, who never listened to anyone but herself, or Megan the nurse maid, who patiently waited for hours by peoples sides to keep them at ease.
It was going to be a real b!$@h, but it would need to be done.
Swallowing her pride, she dressed herself as best she could with one arm, secured her pack over her uninjured shoulder, and tucked her knife back into her belt. Then she climbed the stairs, awkwardly hauled herself outside, and started toward where her spiders were telling her to go. She joined the party just in time to hear her companion echo the words Johnny had said to her right back at him. It didn't bring a smile to her face, as she wold have once expected. Instead, she joined the front of the gathered crowd. Many would have recognized her, if they hadn't been staring at the scene before them in a horrified manner. Well, some anyway. Others were watching intently, fully satisfied with how things had turned out in the end.
"...Megan?"
She didn't turn her eyes away from what was going on before her when the questioning voice popped up beside her. The terrible pain radiating through her shoulder and arm were enough to keep her focused on Johnny's punishment. But, that didn't stop her from nodding her chin slightly to let the woman know she'd heard her.
"We... We though you were dead... we saw them take you away after you showed up..." She felt the woman lay a hand on her back, and finally pried her attention away, shifting it to the owner of the voice. "I'm fine, Miranda... " The woman didn't seem to believe her, considering that she tried to turn Megan around to face her. "... We didn't see you when we all got captured... we all just figured that you'd been one of the people standing up to them."
The twenty six years old's eyes returned to the Judge, and she frowned. She didn't think telling Miranda that she'd run off on the promise that some strange man would help her save them all would make her feel any better, even if he'd turned out to be the Judge.
"AAAAAAAGH! You dirty son-"CRACK! "AAAHF@$#%YOUF@#$%YOU" He struggled more as a boot smacked into his leg a third time, this one greeting the audience with a satisfying crack. The Judge had to give it to this guy... he was a hard one to break, but that didn't matter in the end... All of those women he'd tormented... All of those people he'd killed. One way or another he was gonna get broken.
The Judge stepped back and stared silently at the broken body of the man before him... He still struggled, still moved, still cursed defiantly... He even tried to attack a few times, with no success. "You... you f@$%ed up big time... I... I see a lot of bodies, here, but I don't see one of them... Yeah... Clive's will come for me, and when he does, he'll kill you so f@$%ing dead they'll be cleaning up the mess in hell!" The hero patiently listened to the man, and turned to Megan for a moment... He then turned back to his victim, crouching before the sweating man.
"Your friend... He dropped his gun and ran... No one is going to save you, Johnny... The only thing that can save you... Is if you beg for your life." The man stared at him for a moment, and then spit in his face. A quick transfer of energy wiped the blood tainted liquid from his face immediately. "I can't say I didn't offer... Lets get to work on that other leg, then..."
CRACK! "AAAAAGGHHH..."
It was almost mind numbing, the act of torturing... He couldn't see how someone could get any joy from it. It had to be done, though... He told him that again as he felt bone give way to boot once more.
"That's it, then... Time to finish this... Unless you want to beg, now." He pulled the man to his knees, and placed a finger against his head, holding it like a little gun. "F.... F@$% you, you costumed freak."
"Alright.... Have it your way... On to your judgement... suspect name: Johnny, last name unknown... Crimes: Murder...Rape... And being an a@# hole in general... Sentence: Dea-" "Wait! Wait... no... Don't- Don't kill me... please... Please don't kill me. I don't want to die." There it was... The Judge stayed the killing blow, watching the man intently as he begged. And beg he did... he went on for a little longer, saying he would never touch a woman again, saying he would be a good man... Lying through his teeth. It was good, though; A man who thrived on making others feel small and weak, on making defenseless women beg, on silencing children who couldn't stop crying... He was begging. He was finally in the place he loved to put others... He was even getting a little loud in his groveling... The judge decided it was time to silence him as well.
"Stop talking... I told you I wouldn't kill you if you begged... I'll keep to my word." The man breathed a heavy sigh of relief, still sitting there helplessly as the steel clad vigilante turned to Megan, and dropped the paper cutting blade into her hand. "Kill him."
"I managed to get away... Scott wasn't so lucky." The woman beside her fell silent for a short time, nodding her head when words failed her. Megan's eyes drifted over to her, away from the punishment the Judge was inflicting upon Johnny. Miranda had always been a talkative, friendly one. In her late thirties, she'd lost a husband and two children in the shock wave that had torn the city down. She'd dealt with the pain by helping others, and had been one of the first long term nurses at the camp, before Megan had even stumbled across it. She made everyone feel welcome... she made people feel comfortable, happy, and safe.
The thought that she'd nearly ended up being sold somewhere like a piece of meat made Megan's insides clench, and she felt more than a little sick.
"I'm glad you got away... You came to find us, after all. You brought--" Miranda glanced over at the Judge and Johnny, and shuddered involuntarily. An action Megan managed not to miss. "..um... you brought your friend with you, and saved all of our hides." She tried to pin a winning smile on her lips, but even through the haze of emotions and splintered nerves, Megan could tell it was fake. A smiled that matched her own, sported purely to put others at ease. "Once we get back to camp, everything will be alright... you'll see. We'll start over again, move somewhere safer..."
Megan frowned, and looked away. Once they got back to camp...? Was there even a camp left too return to?
Clouded over, Icy eyes watched as Johnny's last leg was broken, and her companion lifted him to strike the killing blow. She didn't want to watch, not really... but couldn't have removed her eyes even if she tried. Well, at least not without some help. Miranda's fingers curled gently around her injured arm, earning a flinch from Megan, and drew her attention back to her. She met large brown eyes, filled with worry, and her frown deepened.
"...You...are coming back with us, right?... Megan...?"
Sh*t. She didn't know the answer to that question... not anymore. Miranda's eyes drilled into her, searching for something that wasn't there anymore. Her attention was pulled away again as the small gathered crowd grew suddenly silent, and when she glanced back toward where her companion had been, she found him directly in front of her. A heavy blade was dropped into her hand, and with it, two words that chilled her to the bone.
"Kill him."
Miranda went ridged beside her and the grip on her injured arm tightened. Squeezing her eyes shut against the pain, she worked to free herself from the woman without stressing the wound further. Johnny watched her like a hawk the whole time, unable to move from the slumped over crouch he had been left in. She could feel anger radiating off of him, anger, shame, and fear. She knew what this was... What it was meant to be. But... could she do it? She'd taken lives before, sure... but nearly all of them had been on accident, and in self defense. She'd never killed someone outright who was unable to defend himself.
"Megan... don't..." Miranda's voice sounded distant to her, and in a way it was. She was reflecting on everything that had happened. The boy, the other women... Every single man who'd lost his life trying to defend the camp. She knew the Judge could kill him.. it was his self appointed duty. She even knew that some of the other people gathered would more than willingly step in and do the job themselves.
"...Megan, please... let someone else do it." Miranda again... tugging at her, trying to get her attention.
If not her, who else? Who would have to step forward and dirty their soul doing this? Megan focused on the blade in her hand, crusted with old and fresh blood alike, and closed her eyes. She couldn't let someone else do it. She couldn't run away from this... this task, and let it fall on someone else's shoulders. That was all she'd ever done in the past, and nothing good had come from it. "Miranda..." Megan missed the sudden hope that bloomed on the woman's face. "...When you leave here, don't go back to the campsite. You need to get everyone someplace safe. Remember that town we kept hearing about? Go there..." Turning finally, guilt written clearly in her expression, Megan avoided making direct eye contact with the woman. "...I won't be coming with. I need to try and fix this... Stop things like this from happening again, to other people." The silence was killing her... It made her skin itch. The fact that Miranda said not a single word back made her feel even worse, as if she'd betrayed the woman somehow.
"Get the kid's out of here... they don't need to see this." Turning her back on the woman, and in a way the rest of the people she'd kind of grown to consider family, the twenty six year old swallowed as much uncertainty as she could. It was a short walk to where Johnny sat, a crumpled shell of the beast he'd once claimed to be. He didn't look at her once as she approached, instead choosing to keep his eyes locked on the dirt under him.
Megan paused before him, her features devoid of expression, and raised her good arm high...
***
Miranda had done as she'd asked, at least. The children were gone long before she'd dealt the first blow, as well as a handful of women with weaker stomachs. The rest that had stayed whispered quietly to themselves as they shuffled around Johnny's body. Megan hadn't moved from where she'd been standing. The blade she'd been given hung at her side, and her eyes hadn't moved from the corpse before her. She was speckled and splashed with blood from head to toe... and felt nothing but dirty. She wanted a shower... needed a shower.
"Ya did the right thing, Meg.... That bastard deserved every single whack." The older woman to her left scowled at the body and spat upon it. The spider mutant paid her no attention. She'd always been one to believe in revenge in the past. An eye for an eye and all that jazz. But... those kind of feelings felt foreign to her now. "...Where are we gonna go now?" She didn't know if he was listening to her, of if he could even here her question, but she asked it anyway. She wasn't going back with the others... she'd willingly abandoned them for... whatever this was... but she had no idea what was supposed to come next.
The Judge stood in silence as the scene played out before him. With his sense, he observed every blow, every reaction. Megan had opted to let some of them leave... A shame, he wanted them all to witness this... Everyone in the rubble of New York had to know what awaited those who stooped to these lows. Still, he understood, and he didn't stop them from leaving.
He was worried, though... She'd only needed to strike once, but she didn't stop until she could swing no more... He reached out and grabbed his weapon from her, speaking in a hushed tone. "I understand your feelings... but remember... this isn't about revenge... We must be emotionless when we carry out our work... We are doing this to achieve a purpose, not to fulfill any petty emotional need. Do you understand?" He then turned back and 'watched' as the crowd slowly dissipated.
"...Where are we gonna go now?" She asked... She really was lost.
"... There is no simple answer to that... We go where we are needed. We don't rest, we don't falter... We pursue men like this, we end them, and we move on... It's as simple as that." He turned to take a step toward the exit, and paused as his stomach growled. "I... guess we could find some food, first as well." Her question did bring up an issue, though... Where would they go while they weren't breaking in faces? They had to have a staging area somewhere...