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.
Jacob was in a certain mindset right now… a dangerous, cold state of mind that did cold calculation and did what was necessary to accomplish the mission. He hated being like this, but knew that it was needed to do what had to be done. The man began to talk, but while he was focused on driving and the road, that came naturally, like breathing, and thus, he was able to give his hostage his full and undivided attention.
Colt listened to him carefully, putting pieces together of each word, and listening to his tone carefully for any signs of lies or half-truths. The man gave him enough respect to tell him the truth though, so he would keep his end of the bargain and leave him unharmed… well, any more than he already was. As the man finished, he put a few things in order. “Well, Jack, I suspect there is more story as to why this is ‘your territory’ but that much is irrelevant. You have respected me enough to tell me the truth, so you may address me as ‘Colt’ or Sir. Your pick. Now, tell me everything you know about the meeting tomorrow… the both of you. Tses, you first, and Jack fill in the holes or correct any lies she has been fed. I need to know location, who is going with Kystler to the meeting, everything. And I have a feeling there is more reason to wanting to do it on the full moon than to tempt Tses’ wrath.”
He had given him a chance to redeem himself, and walk away from this situation without any more harm coming to him… it was up to Jack to take it. Still, a lot of this hinged on the information he was receiving, and he was not about to take any chances. He also did pause staring at the road long enough to get a good look at Tses’ hair… he needed to know how easy it would be to cover so none fell out where the meeting was taking place, and he had an assortment of hats and other headgear that might suffice and still be practical.
He then addressed one last thing. “Not everyone is able to take another life… that isn’t weakness, that is the nature of most of humanity, mutant or not. No one is born with the desire to kill, it is something that is bred or forced… and missing that is a sign of hope, not weakness.” And he would hear no more on that.
Jacob, noticing that she still hadn’t grabbed anything to keep warm with, immediately maneuvered his leather jacket off and put it in her lap. “You might be getting out more than me, and it will keep you warm.” The leather jacket was heavy… it still had his pistol in it. He had given it to her for a reason, so he wasn’t tempted to shoot this idiot riding in the back seat. That being said, the engine roared as they moved expediently, although still mindful of the speed limit, towards Jacob’s shop.
“What happens now depends a lot on him… What’s your name, and don’t give me any of that slang or code-name bull$#!7.” He waited a moment for the man to respond, who was likely still partially dazed from the hit, which would help keep him honest. “Alright… this is how this is going to work. I am going to ask a question, and you are going to give me an answer. If it’s a lie, and believe me, I will know, I will break a finger… and that’s just a warm up… understand?” He waited a moment for that to sink into his thick skull, and then continued.
“Firstly, I want to know if you are the only one tasked with watching her place, and if you know of anything else that could be held over Tses’ head as leverage. He would wait for this answer, but now he was a little more intimidating with his jacket off, as he was still a very large, muscular guy more than capable of handling this punk. He did decide, before he could answer, to offer a little bit more incentive. “Your boss is dying tomorrow, and that is all there is to it. If you want to live longer than him, you won’t give me any reason to want to hurt you.” The cold sense of death could be heard in his voice… he was as serious as Death himself.
Jacob noticed that the woman was intentionally trying to ignore him… which was hilarious in his eyes. His respect for her was ever on the decline, and he decided that if he ever had to work with this woman, it would either end up with her respecting Jacob and them seeing eye to eye, or someone was going to get their feelings hurt… and it wouldn’t be Jacob. He had bled to keep prissy little things like her from having to worry about things like War and Terrorism… granted, with mutants it made things a lot more complicated, but still… he had fought the good fight, and she was going to disrespect him?? He hoped that she wasn’t a telepath, because behind his careful mask of non-emotion, he wanted to walk across the room and emotionally choke-slam her.
But he had enough discipline to keep himself in check, and show no outwards sign that he was angry. It made matters even worse when she decided to shake his hand, when not two minutes ago she refused his own. It seemed like she was intentionally trying to piss him off. Trying to distract himself, he turned his attention to what Mariusz was saying… whom she couldn’t even come close to pronouncing the name of correctly. “Alright… let me see…”[/b] Using his ability, he sensed the identical locks that were installed in every room… and realized one small problem.
“Actually, it wouldn’t be a problem, but they have a failsafe installed. If someone tries to open the lock without a key, it has a secondary locking mechanism that will seal the door tight. I could stop it from doing that too, but it also ties into the alarm system in the mansion, so we probably should keep things on the legitimate side of things and wait for them to let you in. I don’t want them mad at me for not following the rules.” He made up his mind about Sophia… he would outright ignore the snot out of her unless he had no other choice. No need to deal with someone who thought so highly of themselves that they couldn’t respect anyone else. If she could feel any sort of sensation from Jacob, it was now cold and neutral.
It seemed like she was more focused now… that was good, she was pushing aside her pride and rebellious nature to get something done, and he could ask no more from her than her best. Jacob was sticking his neck out for her, and he believed that she knew that… this was no small risk for him, either. If they were somehow caught or anything of that nature, he would wind up in jail, regardless of his connections and friends. Still, it would be worth it… she would finally be free to do what she wanted, and have the life of a upstanding citizen. They pulled into the area of her apartment, and he began to sweep the area both with his eyes and his ability. She performed her little bit of acting perfectly, and moved towards her apartment.
He watched her only for a moment, marveling at her acrobatic nature, and wondered if it was just sheer skill, or some use of her mutant ability. But then he quickly returned to the point at hand, and noticed immediately that a car turned off, a relatively large thug looking man stepping out of the vehicle. Stepping out of his own car, he feigned that he was simply watching the fire escape, but the idiot was wearing a Rolex watch, and he locked onto the mechanical signature it was giving him. Luckily, they were in a bad part of town, so a simple act of violence wasn’t likely to get reported… not to mention the fact that he was going to try to do this as simply as possible.
The thug’s path led directly in front of his Impala. Without hesitation, he made a simple inquiry. “Excuse me Sir…” It was enough to get his attention off his goal and on to him, which was all he needed. Planting his feet, he prepared the action by holding out his hand in the form of a handshake… The man looked down at the hand, and in a blur of movement, Colt grabbed the back of his neck with his other hand, and smashed his forehead into the pure steel construction of Jacob’s car’s roof. He went down quickly, and Jacob fished three large double ended Zip-Ties from his pockets, rolled the man over with his foot, and made a pair of make-shift handcuffs all in the matter of a couple of seconds. His feet and hands were bound together, and then they were bound to each other, so he couldn’t pull his hands out in front of him. With ease, he lifted the man up, opened his back door, and threw him into it. He was still conscious, but quite dazed and in pain. Looking in the back door, he made the conditions clear.
“I don’t have an issue with you yet, so I would rather you lived. You don’t give me any issues, and you will keep breathing… as well as the ability to walk, because I will break your knees if you do something stupid.” The thug, bewildered, nodded enthusiastically, a small bit of blood on his forehead where he had impacted the car. Jacob then shut the door and looked towards the apartment, hopefully where she was watching, and waited until he had eye contact… and then a quick wave before getting back in the car and waiting for her to get in with her.
Ah, she was a career-type. She didn’t like kids to some extent, which was interesting considering that she was applying for a job at the school. And this school, of all schools, was very kid-oriented, so Jake couldn’t help but wonder how much she had been told about this place. Her personality didn’t seem to be well suited for this place, but perhaps that was because she wasn’t being asked to teach kids, she was needed for something else. As the possibilities rolled in his head, she spoke again, talking about how she was going to wait. Jacob simply shrugged his shoulders and stepped out of the doorway, moving to the opposite side with his back against the wall, uttering a quick “it was no problem at all. I need to ask where the chemistry Subject Matter Experts are located anyway, and this would probably be the place to find out.”
That was about the time that Maruisz ducked in, having recently worked out in some way, shape or form, and Jacob couldn’t help but wonder if he too was afraid of spiders. If he knew the young mutant a little better, he would have surprised him when he turned around from introducing himself to Ms. Princess to having a spider at eye level and close to his face in a jar. The shock would have been interesting, but he held his mischievousness in check for now, as he didn’t want to scare the snot out of the poor kid. “Good afternoon. If you want, I can probably unlock your door from here… but you would have to know which door it was.” It was a simple enough gesture of kindness, and a hint of his abilities to the newcomer.
He watched her carefully, curious what she would say and do in response to the young man. He presented his hand for a hand-shake, and considering he was filthier than Jake when he tried the same gesture, he knew that she wasn’t going to take that. But he gave the young man credit for trying… and he was nothing if not polite. Still, Maruisz might just know what it is that Jake needed. “You don’t perchance know where they keep the Chemistry egg-heads, do you?” It wasn’t meant as anything negative towards them, just a simple title.
Jacob noticed in his peripheral vision that the mention of breaking bones had disturbed Regan, but instead of asking why, he let it slide from his curiosity, as it would be prying. Especially if it was a bad memory… best not dredge up any more of those than he had to, as his own memories were not all that light hearted either. “It’s not pleasant at all, believe me. Besides, there are far more effective ways to deal a blow to someone without risking injury to yourself.” And he would leave it at that.
He then switched gears for a moment, addressing the pottery issue with a smirk. “Well, the only plant I have managed to not kill is made of plastic, so I wish you luck in green thumbing me.” He was also starting to grow suspicious of this ‘walk’ she kept mentioning. Either it was going to be an extremely short walk, and she was simply teasing, or it really was going to be a long walk, which was fine as well. With Regan as their guide, he addressed what else the young bird-mutant had said.
“Hand to Hand combat is more than just fighting and being able to defend yourself. It sharpens your mind, being able to react to the chess game of combat, and you use muscles you never realized existed, strengthening your core in a way no exercise can.” He followed the tigress, and it was a noticeable thing that his steps were perfectly paced to hers, even to the point that her left foot hit the ground at the same time. Old habits die hard.
Jacob listened to the young woman about her situation, and pieced together that Ty Fisher was likely in a relationship, however bumpy, with Tses. That was why she cared about him enough that his life was in danger… and the plan formed in his mind a bit more. He knew how to draw out the Shadow now… and seeing that it was likely that Kystler didn’t know where Ty was, it made this job a lot easier. “That makes things a lot easier. That means they will have your apartment under surveillance, and we can draw out this Shadow into our trap.”
He then began to look around. “I’ll explain on the way, but first I need to know exactly where your apartment is so we can get there.” He said plainly, waiting for directions or an address, and then they were rolling down the road again. Without stopping, he scanned the area, keeping an eye out for anyone suspicious. “When we get there, you are going to step out and turn, look at me and say ‘Let me go grab my phone charger, and we will meet up with him.’ That will bait the Shadow into following us, thinking we will lead him to Ty. Once I know who it is, I will wait a few minutes until no one else is around, and then take control of his car, locking him inside his own vehicle, and… persuade him… to cooperate with us.” It was simple enough, and it would work, but he needed to know how much of that she was tracking, even if he was trying to walk her through it, step by step. She wasn’t a child, but perhaps her forward planning was a little rusty…
Jacob waited patiently for her to make her decision. When she finally stepped into the car, and shut the door, the choice had been made, and all that was left was figuring out the next plan of action until this entire ordeal was complete. He addressed her now with some simple facts. “In order to find him, we are going to have to find whoever it is that is being threatened. Who is it that this coward is saying he is going to hurt? And if you know, where is he or she?” He wouldn’t ask why the person meant so much to her… that wasn’t his business… all that mattered was that the next 48 hours go according to the plan that was rapidly forming in his mind, and they had some work to do to make it all happen.
As he waited for her to answer, he pulled out his smartphone, and began to think of ways to track down the person shadowing him. The phone was more tech than mech, and it was harder for him to sense, but he could as long as he focused. That would likely be the easiest way to track down the Shadow once they found the hostage, and idly he wondered if the hostage even knew that he was being held. The best criminals made sure they put Shadows in place that couldn’t be seen by the hostage, so they wouldn’t know they were being observed… but he could be overestimating the coward’s forward thinking.
He didn’t quite believe that she didn’t have anyone, otherwise, she wouldn’t have someone she wanted to protect so much that she would do the bidding of someone else. Still, the decision was made, and she even tried to push Jacob out of the picture… but he wasn’t going to shy away from it that easily. “If you want this to end, you are going to need help… and I would be honored to put a bullet through both his ears.” And that was that. He then switched gears… “We should still be fine without the extra help,” he said, thinking for a moment, “so our first order of business is finding this shadow. Hop in, and we will get close and see if we can spot him.”
He waited for her to make her choice. If she stepped into the car, she would be taking a step towards freedom, and ending the torment she was under. If she turned her back, Jacob would find him and kill him anyway, and make the world a better place. People like that were better off not being around to torment and pillage the weak… and he would feel better knowing that he has saved all the future victims of that person and prevented the tragedies that he would cause. He thought for a moment about the weapons he had in his shop, thinking about which long-rifle he would want to use to end his life. Couldn’t use the 50 cal, too high velocity and could hurt Tses… but the 308 should be good.
Colt could understand that this was a bit much for her… he had gone from trying to take her under his wing, to plotting to save her soul by murdering someone else, in a very short amount of time. So he took a breath, and broke down exactly what he needed to make this happen. “Don’t worry about killing him. Your only job will be to hold his attention during the meeting between you two. What I need to know is there someone you can trust… someone you would be willing to put your life in the hands of?” It was a simple, precise question… they needed a third person, and likely, it was going to be the person she was trying to protect.
It was generally better that way though… it allowed the person who was being threatened to have a hand in their own survival. But in the games of lives, mistakes could not be made. He would have to make sure that the person he found as the Shadow wasn’t able to twist things around while he was off taking care of the coward the following night. While he mused on exactly how to do that without killing the man, he waited for her response. He would probably start by dislocating his shoulders, and then seeing where the man stood on if he wanted to ever be able to use his knees again or not. Chances were he would comply, but he couldn’t take many chances.
The time for playing around and life lessons was over, and it was apparent in Jacob’s eyes that he knew what he was doing. “The first thing we have to do is kill or incapacitate your friends Shadow. A coward always puts a man to follow the person that is used as leverage, so that if you do kill him, and he doesn’t hear from the boss after a certain amount of time, he kills that person. And don't worry... I taught combatives at a Level 3 tier and placed second overall in combat across the Army... he isn't going to be a problem.” Jacob probably knew a lot more about this than he should have, but honestly, dealing with Terrorists wasn’t all that much different.
“I would prefer to have one more person with us… someone who could keep the Shadow alive, just in case he calls before you go talk to the Boss, and he can say everything is alright.” That being said, he looked to her, hoping that she might be able to provide the extra person. Jacob didn’t want to involve any of his employee’s if he could help it, because this was a side of the mechanic that they had never seen, nor did he want them to see. If she had someone she trusted with this, then that would be the preferred route. Perhaps she knew someone who owed her a favor.
Regardless, he continued with the plan. “The next part is up to you… I can either end him quickly, or I can disable him, and allow you to deal with him personally. I have no qualms with taking a life, but if you have never done it before, I would recommend keeping your hands clean.” It was simple, to the point, and depending upon her choice, he would go into further details on the plan. He also was providing her an opportunity to allow her to clear up any inconsistencies with his information… and that was one more piece that he needed to know.
Jacob was utterly silent and completely emotionless while he listened. It was a mode he got into, when his brain was at its utmost peak, working a million different things at once, and he analyzed every word, syllable, and tone. Even her body language was under his careful gaze, but you would never know, as his eyes were locked onto hers, a sign of respect. He hung on every word, and when she finally came to a close, he knew exactly the situation she was in. “We will handle the addiction at a later time, and the job can take a back seat,” he said at first, pausing for a moment so she realized everything he was about to say had absolutely nothing to do with it.
With a cold voice, he stated a simple fact. “You know it’s never going to be over, right?” He let that sink in for a moment, the confusion likely crossing her features. “This man is always going to have ‘just one more job’. I have seen this before… and you will become his slave. There is only one way to deal with those kinds of people.” Colt reached into his jacket and pulled out a large pistol that had been cleverly concealed there. It was a Springfield 1911 that he had bought after his first deployment. It had the name SGT GREGORY JOHNSON engraved on the side, and it was fully loaded.
“You make sure they never threaten the people you care about again.” Putting the pistol away, he took a deep breath and sighed. “If you want, I can help you put this coward down and ensure you don’t get in any trouble with the law… but I need to know if you are prepared to do this.” He was still boring a hole in her eye sockets with his own gaze, and his voice was cold and precise, much like the steel of his firearm. “Maybe I am a little too easy, but I can tell there is a good person in you, and you don’t need to be anyone’s lap dog.” He watched her carefully for a reaction, but he was a serious as Death himself, and was ready to take care of this little punk like the twisted animal that he was.
Regan began to remind Jacob of a young girl who was easily excited over everything that was in his Platoon once… this was after that one dreadful deployment, so she was a constant source of optimism for everyone who was always so dark and gloomy. It was refreshing. He walked as he talked to Maruisz, moving closer to Regan as they slowed to a stop and finished up their conversation. “Actually, that just means you have to do more counter-moves and such… redirecting the opponents momentum, rather than simply trying to stop it. Also, punching might be a bad idea… I have nearly broken my hand by punching someone, I couldn’t imagine having hollow bones and doing it.”
He then turned as they directed their attention to the young Tigress. “By all means, lead on. Perhaps if I am going to teach you about mechanics, you can teach me how to not kill every plant I have ever gotten.” It was true too… he eventually gave up and began to put fake plants in the shop for décor. He hated that too, because he would look up directions on how to do the best thing for the plant, which plants were very good at surviving, and he still managed to kill them all.
Jacob smirked slightly at the look on her face, but it quickly turned back to his normal stone-cold expression when she said she was doing just fine the way she was already doing. He shook his head slightly… “Do you believe in Karma? If you surround yourself in negativity, it’s going to come back and bite you. I have seen it over and over again… I’m trying to keep you from winding up in Jail or worse. Besides, there are other ways that you can use your skills in legitimate ways. But honestly, I don’t believe you on hundred percent. You said you ‘wouldn’t’… but what I heard was ‘couldn’t’.” He let that sink in for a moment… and wondered what kind of mess this young woman was already in.
And how he might be able to help.
“I know you just met me… but I used to lead troops… I have seen every sort or person you can think of… but the way you just said that, it makes me think you have an obligation to someone… and I would like to help, but I can’t do that, if you don’t give me the intel I need to help you fight that battle.” Any war was based on intelligence gathered about the enemy, the terrain, and every other tiny little piece of information that came naturally in war. Life was no different… and a war in life, just like a real war, was won or lost based on allies and intelligence. He just hoped that she saw it the same way.
With all that being said, he set the phone he was holding on the seat next to her, and gave her his full, undivided attention.
Jacob quirked an eyebrow at her first sentence. “Astrophysics? That’s a very advanced subject… you might be right. Maybe there is something else that they are looking for that you have the qualifications to do ma’am.” His mind, of course, went to the advanced jet that he could sense at all times lurking beneath the surface. Maybe an upgrade or something? A new model? Who knew, but all that mattered was that she was here on their recommendations. He quickly lowered the spiders once she reacted to them, but couldn’t really put them away, as the jars were too big to go in his pockets.
“I apologize ma’am. I will try to keep them out of the way.” His apology was sincere, but a small little part of him smiled on the inside. Ms. Princess here would just have to make do with him until she got to where she was going. They walked along the length of the hall, students of different ages making their way through the hall as well, but one kid was booking it… running as fast as he could with a giant grin. Without hesitating, he shifted the jars where he was holding them both in his left hand, shifted, planted his feet, and caught the young man with an open hand to his chest, stopping him in his tracks. He hadn’t hurt him, just simply stopped him… but it startled him all the same, as obviously they had not met Jacob yet. “You supposed to be running around like the building is on fire?”
“Umm… No?”
“Thought so. Keep it to a brisk walk if you’re in a hurry before you run into someone.” Jake’s tone was the same one he used when he addressed his soldier’s in the Army… that tone that only a few people had that demanded their compliance. It worked 95% of the time too, and he likely wouldn’t catch the same kid doing the same thing. As he left, he turned to address the woman following him again. “My apologies again, ma’am. Kids…” and he left it at that. Without further ado, he moved to a door with the ‘Admissions’ sign above the door, and opened it for his guest, allowing her to enter.