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.
William didn’t jump back or cry out or anything like that when the brunette produced a knife. He simply raised his eyebrows. Where he was from people having knives was more common than it seemed to be in New York City, but it still wasn’t an everyday sight to see someone produce a blade. ”Better than not having a knife at all.” William shrugged. ”Cheat away.”
The cutting. Did not go so well. Sure the knife made progress but it was so slow that it might actually be easier to navigate it as the manip behind the maze intended. The brunette realized that and reached the same conclusion William had. She did, however, mention him maybe having a destructive mutation before… Her mutation made things orange? That… Was an incredibly unfortunate power to have.
”I have one that might work. I have never tried to use it on plants in this manner though.” William said as the light of Saint Elmo’s fire sprouted from William like a corona around himself. ”It will take a couple minutes before I can do anything productive, but stay back in case.” The corona faded and was replaced by electricity arcing from him to everything around him. The ground and the hedges alike. William held up both hands and an arc of electricity flashed between them like a tiny lightning bolt.
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William opened his arms in a gesture that conveyed the idea, ’by all means.’ ”Not exactly my normal course of action, but they do tend to have quite the effect. Let us try it that way.” William said with a nod.
As for William’s offered hand… It was left hanging. Once that was clear, William brought his hand back. It was a decent enough reason to not shake hands. Some other mutant had abused the custom it seemed. William also noted that the brunette did not offer her name either.
That was the thing that irked William. Though she was right, They needed to keep their minds on getting out of the maze. William did not plan on being stuck in the maze because some boy out there could not handle rejection. ”Consider me focused.”
The brunette asked about cheating. William cocked his head and narrowed his eyes, ”Yes, let us cheat… But how?” The smile on her face worried William some.
The brunette did not seem to understand why someone would be obsessed with her. The obvious answer obviously eluding her as a wall of hedge moved to separate the pair of them. The brunette quickly moved to slip through the gap as it closed, leaving her on the same side as William. William stepped a few steps away from the hedge as it moved.
”If this keeps up, me and whomever is behind this will be having words.” William said with an irritated look on his face. He understood the hedge shifting from time to time to keep it fresh, but it should not be done while someone is inside. It especially should not be done to divide two people who were engaged in a conversation.
William looked at the hedges around them. For the moment no others seemed to be moving. A look back to the brunette and William looped back around to the conversation that had been rudely interrupted, ”You are a cute girl. We men often do… Odd and inexplicable things around, to, and for cute girls.” William stated it matter-of-factly. There was no question she was and it best explained the behavior of the hedge mover. ”I am William by the way.” William said holding out his hand.
The brunette confirmed William’s suspicion. Dead end. What surprised William was that the maze was supposed to change. ”Okay. So I am not going crazy. The maze does actually change.”
William had heard talk of the Danger Room, but only insofar that it existed. Reality manips was something William had no clue as to what the girl was on about. William shrugged and responded, ”I have no idea what a ‘manip’ is and… A young mutant boy obsessed with what? Changing the maze?” William looked around. It made sense that a school for mutants might have a mutant that changed the maze from time to time. Keep it fresh.
A look back to the girl and William amended his previous inquiry, ”Obsessed with… You maybe?” Schoolyard boys show they like girls by doing dumb things like throwing sand and putting bugs on them. Maybe young mutants use their power to toy with girls they like? That sounded like behavior of a much younger kid than the girl appeared to be. She appeared to be around William's age. Old enough to be beyond the schoolyard silliness but not yet a legal adult.
William tended toward staying inside. Reading and studying were strong reasons not to go outside. Getting into a great school was not going to just happen. William had to earn it. Eventually the mansion staff decided that all work and no play made William an unsocialized teenager. They kicked him out of the mansion for the day. It was for his own good anyway, some sun and fresh air on a day of downtime would help him in the long run.
Except, the staff would not even let William take a book. They wanted him to explore the grounds or at least run the hedge maze. William could have his book when he had completed the maze. So, that was what William would do.
Dressed for the briskness of New York Springs, William set out for the hedges in jeans, a tan long sleeve, and a plaid overcoat. He sighed as he entered the maze. It was not his idea of fun but it was what he had to do to get back to what he wanted to do.
After a half hour William was beginning to think he had made a mistake. At first William thought it was simple enough. As he progressed things proved more difficult. Eventually he was convinced the maze was changing on him. The maze was cheating. That changed it from a test of memory and direction to a test of patience and luck. William was not amused.
His face reading as thoroughly displeased, William rounded a corner and caught sight of a brunette. ”Dead end?” William asked as a way of announcing himself and seeing no path past her.
Emily led William through the mansion pointing out places as she went. Common rooms, the grounds, things like that… And a pool. William perked up at the mention of a pool. He enjoyed swimming. It was a relaxing way to unwind and get some sunshine at the same time. Good way to get, what his mother referred to as, photosynthesis. With the temperature outside being so cold, William found it a little odd to mention the pool. ”Is there much of a polar bear club here?” William asked with a look on his face indicating he found the idea of an ice cold dunk in a pool to be an absurd event.
Finally in the kitchen Emily made her way to the fridge. William found himself a place to sit at one of the counters. She asked him what he would like. ”Pastrami with mustard on rye, please.” William said, remembering his manners. He wasn’t the biggest ‘please and thank you’ kid, but it was useful to observe pleasantries.
As William waited he asked, ”When would I start classes? And training?” The training being the most interesting part to him.
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William’s use of his power had finally reached the point where Evelyn was no longer able to categorize, chart, and explain it. He took the glass word and set it on the table Evelyn was at. ”I… do not really understand it either. I am just filling in gaps of what I know of electricity with what I am feeling when I use the power.”
Evelyn said that she liked not knowing how it works, that it was like magic. William thought about that for a moment. For someone like her who has a power that tries to explain everything, leaving nothing left to wonder about or feel in awe of… Life must be just a little more drab. ”It is … Mutant magic. It should not work, but it does. It is unexplainable and wonderous.” William arced electricity in a constant current between his hands. The immediate area bathed in the semi purple light of his electricity.
To William, Evelyn seemed just as impressed if not more so than he was. He had to imagine her echoes were carrying on trying to explain or decipher how he had done it. William wasn’t sure how he had done it, but he did have an idea.
Evelyn made suggestions. A flower like a rose, or maybe a word. He went back over to the sand, ”I think… That… Well, okay. Voltage is electrical potential, right? Maybe because my voltage is so astronomical I am able manipulate the path the electricity takes. How I control it… I just thought about the path it should take and it did.”
William released his power into the sand again. This time when he fished out the glass it was an almost calligraphy-esque writing of the word ‘Voltage’/ The loop on the bottom of the ‘g’ and the crossing of the ‘t’ coming from the end of the ‘e’ being large, fanciful, and sweeping. ”I guess cursive is still useful for something.”
”This feels like what it felt like when I made the fulgurites the first time. I am going to try it again.” The amperage he was at felt like his bucket had grown a fire engine hose out the side and could unleash it at will.
William moved over to the sand and readied himself. His power erupted in generation, electricity arcing from him to everything nearby. He focused on an image in his mind. ”Get ready… I am going to try again. Three. Two. One.” William closed his eyes and in a flash of lightning and thunder his power flowed out of his hand into the sand and followed the design he held in his mind. William could somehow tell how long the current needed to last to complete the design. It was a fraction of a second longer than his previous attempts.
After he opened his eyes again, William sifted through the sand and pulled out a fulgurite in the shape of a lion’s head. ”This is… Amazing. I can… I cannot believe I can do this.” He set the fulgurite down on the table. ”What should I make next?” William asked Evelyn, overly excited by his own ability to create.
Emily was helping to make a bad situation for William, tolerable. There were things that needed to be done, but she was letting them be pushed off until later. While William was never one for procrastination, this was a time that he felt delaying was beneficial. It would hopefully be the last time he would have to answer all the same questions again. It would also be under better circumstances. And he did not have to do it right away.
”That… Sounds great.”
How long was William at the station? He had not checked a clock at any point. ”I am not sure. It was several hours at least. It was maybe… Just shy of noon when they took me in?” William said, questioning it as he said it. He had woken up in the garage in the morning and the sun was high when he was taken to the police station. It was sunset when he had been brought to the mansion. ”So… All day.”
At the mention of sandwiches, William’s stomach growled. Loudly. William gave a small, embarrassed smile. ”Sandwiches sound great.” Hopefully they had what he needed for his favorite. Pastrami with mustard on rye. Normally he had to settle for a some plebeian sandwich on white bread. In the current situation though, he was a beggar so he could not in all fairness be a chooser.
Using the new information William was providing, Evelyn went to work in earnest. First she had formulated a theory on his power and then as new numbers were provided she created a testable model.
”Well… Let us test it!” William moved the ammeter to where Evelyn could easily see it without William having to hold it up to show her. He clicked the dial on it over to where it would be able to show up to twenty amps. ”I will keep the wattage down on it. I think I can do that. Keep from running as much power through it as I did the other machine I fried.” As the amperage went up, William tried to keep the voltage low. That resulted in his corona reappearing as the breakdown ended. The corona slowly faded to where it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye in the lit room.
William continued to run current. The ammeter continued to move up at a predictable rate. ”It looks like your math checks out… Less than a minute to twenty amps.” The numbers continued to climb.
Evelyn was onboard with the library idea. Once William had a better handle on his new life he would take the pair of them to whatever library seemed the best for them to go to. His New York City experience was still largely limited to a joyride in his electric car, a police station, and the mansion. His local knowledge was certainly lacking.
It came as no surprise that Evelyn knew exactly how long it had been since he last used his power. She even had a theory as to what had happened. ”I feel like… I can still generate electricity like before.” He held up a hand and looked at the arcs across his fingers as the electrical breakdown caused by his body’s poor insulation of his power. ”It is like… Like there is something constricting what I can let out.”
William stopped generating power when his power had not worked as he expected. The voltage while dropping was still incredibly high. The arcs from his body casting odd shadows around the room as he walked to grab an ammeter. ”Remember how my amperage kept going up? Maybe it starts low and goes up?” It was a shot in the dark, but he grabbed the leads and tried to run power through the machine. He showed the display to Evelyn. It was low again, under .2 amps but was climbing. At the rate it was moving it only needed another 35 seconds to reach .2.
”Yeah. Stocks would be great. Dividend stocks are supposed to compound nicely over time. It’s what Warren Buffet does… Did… Is Warren Buffett still alive? He was already fairly old last I remember.” William knew he needed to learn a lot about personal finance and building and maintaining wealth. He knew that his other self had used dividends, theta strategies, and weirdly coincidental lucky trades to make use of his free cash. Long term, patience, and then sudden seemingly arbitrary sells or shorts.
The question of whether it was cheating or not to use a mutation to get rich was an easy one for William. ”Why would it be? Everyone should be encouraged to use their gifts to make money. Like me selling fulgurites or other art made from my power.” William shrugged, ”And if it is cheating… Well, the rules need to change.”
”Worst case… We go to a library in the city. I can drive us. You can Google to your heart’s content.” He could use the chance to explore the nearby area. Large cities were not unusual to William. He grew up in the Metroplex. What was unusual was just how dense the city was. It felt like entire streets back home were compressed into entire buildings. Then those buildings had stores inside them.
Evelyn had found a thick glass jar. She had found it in a storage room. Was there nothing the mansion did not have? ”Yeah. That should work.” William grabbed the first bag, then realizing he had no way to open it, searched around the room for a knife. He found one in the closet where the sand was.
Knife in hand he sliced open a bag of sand. Then he dumped the sand into the jar. He wanted it good and full before he started.
The jar filled he put his hand over it and focused. ”Okay. I’m thinking… the outline of a hand. Starting simple.”
William’s power flared to life. His personal equivalent of zero to sixty as his power flared back to life and electricity began arcing from him to anything nearby. He focused on the image and released his power into the sand. As much as he could output at once… And a small arc passed to the sand. It was long but had the sound and appearance of electricity arcing across the leads on a taser not a mini lightning strike.
”What?” William tried again. Another small current. ”I… I can’t. This is all I can release. Why?” He looked at his hand as if it had the answers.
The same information they collected at the police station. That was easy enough… So long as he was not asked the same series of questions multiple times by multiple people for hours and hours. William nodded along. It made sense. It was a little tedious to give the information all over again, but he would survive one last recitation. A mixture of irritation and relief. ”That’s not too bad.”
Emily went through and answered all of William’s questions. Specialists for powers, counseling, food, allowances, and no uniform. He especially liked not having a uniform. While he generally dressed well, he did not like being compelled. The all included nature of the mansion was certainly setting William at ease with being there. It was clear why Emily worked for the counselor. Her reassuring way of interacting with William was able to silence that voice in the back of his mind that seemed to want to just stir up worry and fear regarding his new situation.
William might freak out later, but Emily was siphoning gas out of that bomb.
“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll cross those bridges when we come to them.”
With a nod, William said, ”Okay. Thank you.”
“Come on, I’ll show you the kitchens.”
With that statement William realized something. He had not eaten since he woke up in that parking garage and his hunger, finally noticed, decided it would not be forgotten again. His stomach rumbled. ”Oh, please!... I guess I’m pretty hungry.” He did feel hungrier than he’d ever been. Maybe shooting electricity out of his hand had taken a lot out of him?
William certainly was glad he was sixteen and not a child. As a teenager he could make much better use of what his past life had amassed than Evelyn. Though, if he was a child he would not know any better. Evelyn just happened to have the echoes to help her know what she was missing.
”Well you have more time to make use of the eighth wonder of the world. Compounding interest.”William shrugged. Being younger, Evelyn could leverage what she had to earn more with it over the long term. ”It is something the older me made use of. I only loosely understand it.” He admitted.
Evelyn was not supposed to get on the internet? William frowned at that. The kid was clearly very grown up. If that was due to her power than she should be treated like the way she acts even more. ”Maybe I can find a way to help you get more internet access.”
”I know where a better container is. Was there more sand where you found that from?”
”Excellent. There was plenty more sand. I will grab it.” William all but ran out of the room to retrieve a few bags of sand. It took a few trips. William was not some weakling but he was only just stronger than your average nerd at best.
In an art class a couple years prior the teacher had everyone draw pictures but they had to make use of one unbroken line to accomplish them. William was not particularly good at it, but the experience might translate. The ability to work in three dimensions only adding to it.
William dropped a fourth bad of sand into the room and asked, ”Okay… Where… Am I… Pouring… The sand?” He realized maybe he should do some kind of exercise.