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.
"Nope, I'm an X-woman. Next question." One of the X-Men, then. He felt like a bit of an idiot for not noticing the logo, but what could he do? Now he was seriously in trouble, because if she knew...then damn. The X-Men didn't take kindly to intruders, as he had learned.
He barely refrained from rolling his eyes at her response to his second question. His concerns weren't unfounded. Also, phoenix. Not zombie, but a phoenix. Nobody seemed to pick that up even when he went out in a blast of fiery destruction. But she held out her hand again, and Danny considered his choices. One - go with her and sincerely hope that she had no knowledge of the break-in, which was unlikely. Two - make a tactical retreat that may or may not involve running.
He chose two.
In a single movement, he lunged for the dead man's pistol, landing and sliding on his back as he fired at the window. He didn't stop to see if the shot had hit, instead scrambling up and bolting in a very dignified manner.
"Have fun with the police!" he shouted as he ran off. Presumably, destroying the reflective surface would destroy her.
He really hoped that TV show had been right about that.
"Marry, that's enough!" The older boy yelled something, and for a moment Danny though he was referring to the girl until the hawk flew over and perched on his arm. That definitely cemented his thoughts that the boy was the one with the animal-controlling mutation. He looked vaguely concerned, leading Danny to believe that the hawk hadn't attacked because of an order, giving Danny a little less faith that the hawk wouldn't attack him either.
As for their attacker himself, he took one look at Danny and his knife before bolting. That was a pretty massive ego boost. Not that he minded.
"Well we've got DNA evidence and a weapon if we want to press charges." Danny didn't say anything, letting his scoffing expression speak for itself. The girl seemed to agree, commenting how it'd get them nowhere, and Danny nodded along. Come to think of it, he didn't really have a part in this discussion, seeing as he wasn't the one being attacked in the first place, but he decided not to bring that up.
Then the girl almost visibly deflated. "I was just so panicked, I panicked. I didn't mean to." What was she...oh, lashing out against their attacker. That kind of remorse wasn't something he was familiar with anymore, but he spoke up anyway, awkwardly trying to comfort her.
"Hey, uh...that was pretty brave, what you did. You knocked him down before we could do anything." Then he glanced back at the guy, addressing both of them this time. "First time in a fight, I'm guessing?" Only then did he realize his knife was still out, and with a practiced twirl and a flourish, he tucked it back into the sheath in his jacket. (He may be showing off just a little.) "I'm Danny. Nice to meet you, I guess."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
The girl in the mirror looked slightly unnerved, but Danny couldn't particularly bring himself to care, because it was actually a lot more unnerving than one would expect to see a reflection without a person in the real world. It brought uncomfortable memories from when he had discovered Netflix, and then watched an episode of a television show starring somebody called Bloody Mary. Needless to say, this was rather creepy.
"We gotta **** get out of here," she said, sticking a hand out of the frickin' mirror and extending it to him. "Trust me, this'd be really **** hard to explain to the cops. C'mon, move it."
"You think I don't know that?" Danny muttered, reaching out his hand to grab hers. But at the last moment, he froze, and drew his hand back. "Two questions first. One, are you an X-Man?" He'd broken into their mansion recently and sincerely didn't want to get dragged into a mirror by one, especially not knowing if she knew of the break-I'm or not. "Two, you don't have any intention of dragging me in there and then clawing my eyes out, do you?"
What? It never hurt to be safe.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Danny woke up, gradually becoming aware of the crackling of flames. He had fallen slumped against a wall, and unconsciously moved a hand to his forehead. There was still some drying blood, and he wiped it off with an expression of disgust. He stood up, brushing off his clothes, and glanced around to survey the destruction. In close quarters, the blast was apparently much more dangerous than in an open space, because it didn't look like any of the gangsters were still alive. That was something to keep in mind later.
Then he realized that his shooter was on the ground, presumably dead, with an arrow, of all things, protruding from his gun arm. Still disoriented, he whipped around, staggering a little bit and nearly falling over. He caught himself by propping his arm up on the wall, and then became aware that somebody else was there with him. To his surprise, there was a girl just a little older than him (physically) in... the window? He glanced behind him. There was nobody there. He glanced back at the window.
She was still there.
Danny's vision blurred for a moment and he stumbled, grabbing back onto the wall again. Post-rebirth coordination usually wasn't this bad - maybe it'd been the fact that his had been unusually quick, and a headshot.
"Hello," he said slowly, partly because this was most likely another mutant (armed with a bow and arrow for some reason) and partly because his mental faculties weren't really agreeing with him and he had a seriously horrible migraine. He remembered hearing swearing after his blast went off, but he had assumed it was one of the thugs. Thinking back on it, it had sounded more feminine, so this reflection-person could most likely speak. "Um." He wasn't really sure what to say. 'Oh, hello, I just died but I'm fine now, and why are you in a window?' Too blunt even for him. So he just left it at that, pounding headache that was far too similar to a horrific hangover not letting him come up with something better.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Hey, seriously, I don't want any trouble. At all. I'm just passing through."
Six men had cornered Danny in an alleyway after a meeting with one of his informants - Danny needed to keep up-to-date on some things, such as what the X-Men and the Sanctuary had been up to, and whether they would affect him. After receiving the good news that he was safe, he'd left the shady bar and took a shortcut to get back to a less creepy part of New York. As it turns out, shortcuts were stupid and he never should've taken this one, because this was apparently gang territory.
"In that case, kid, what are you doing here, huh? Everyone knows that this is gang turf." The biggest of the men was leering over the smaller teenager, flipping a switchblade open and closed threateningly.
"I didn't know, okay? I usually don't go this way, I just -"
And then he lashed out. He grabbed the man's arm - the one with the switchblade - and followed up with a sharp kick to the man's left kneecap that knocked him down, and Danny drew his own knife, slashing it out against another man's throat. He collapsed with a gurgle, and Danny swung around, burying his knife in another one of his assailants' gut. As that one collapsed, he snapped the fingers on his left hand, and the gauntlet exploded with electricity. All it took was grabbing one of the other men's hands when he tried to throw a punch to knock him out. Four down, two to go, and the odds were looking a little better than before. Ducking a wide swing from one of the remaining attackers, Danny dropped to the ground and tugged his knife out of one of the bodies, wiping in and tucking it back in his jacket - he could take the last two without it. And as he grabbed the second-to-last man's exposed ankle, his gauntlet took care of that, and he deactivated it with a snap of his fingers.
And of course the last man had a gun.
As Danny straightened up and turned around, he realized that with a jolt, as he was now staring down the barrel of a pistol.
"Oh. Heh," Danny said, giving a small, awkward and humorless laugh. "Would you look at that. I have no clue how that happened. But if it makes you feel better, it wasn't me. I think it was some vigilante or something who looked suspiciously like me who swooped in - "
"Shut up, punk!" the man shouted, and fired.
Thank god headshots were almost entirely painless. Almost. The wave of fire burst out almost instantly in that brief moment of searing pain before the cool darkness of a rebirth, and Danny just had time to gleefully see the man get incinerated (not completely, but enough to heavily incapacitate him) before his vision went black.
Damn it. Now he'd have to put out a bunch of fires when he woke up, too. No biggie - it's not like anybody would miss the half-cremated bodies of a bunch of gangsters.
"Those two aren't kids! There monsters! I'm doing what's right, they'll become dangerous. I'm taking care of this before that happens!"
Danny scoffed, muttering under his breath, "What, and you, the guy with the gun, isn't dangerous? I think somebody forgot to take care of you before - well, you happened."
"I'm doing what's right and if you're defending them then that must mean you're one of them!" The gun leveled at Danny's head, and he didn't flinch. The man's hands were still shaking, and that worried Danny, but only if the man missed. That meant possibly hitting one of the other two, and unlike him, they could get hurt. Probably. Considering that the bird had just dive-bombed the gunman, which was almost definitely something a regular bird didn't do, he was going to go with one of them controlled animals or something. A shot went off, and Danny's attention was immediately diverted to the new whole in the pavement for a brief moment. The noise barely fazed him, and he checked around instead for injuries - nobody had been hit.
Then to his great surprise, the girl launched herself at their attacker.
He had assumed she was the one controlling the animal, for some reason - probably because she hadn't looked fit for combat, or at least less so that her companion. "Heaven's sake, just leave us alone!" His eyebrows raised as she continued pummeling the man, before finally ending with a shove and pulling herself to the side. That... that was impressive. And slightly terrifying, to say the least. Time for him to step in.
"You heard what she said." Danny drew his Spyderco Warrior blade from the inside of his jacket, all five and a half inches of it glittering in the sunlight, the wickedly curved blade honed to a point. He stood just between the man and the girl, because who said chivalry was dead? He certainly wasn't going to just launch himself at the man. For starters, he had a gun, and secondly, Danny actually had no idea how to fight offensively - his training almost entirely consisted of defense, which meant he'd have to wait for somebody else to make the first move.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Danny winced as the woman easily called him out on the lie. It hadn't been a very well-thought-out one, granted, but he legitimately hadn't expected to run into somebody. At one point in time, he had broken into a museum to grab his phone, which he had left in there by accident. Now he couldn't even break into a mansion full of sleeping people to search something up. He wasn't about to tell the woman what he was looking for - the two men he had attacked for information had been almost too scared to tell him, and he had suspected that it was something that wasn't supposed to be common knowledge.
She spoke again, and Danny's eyebrows raised. That was a pretty in-depth analysis to know that he was a fighter and used a knife - maybe her mutation was hyper-observation, or something? He'd seen something like that on television once. So, controlling himself, he let his hand twitch ever so slightly to where his knife was concealed in his belt, reasoning that even if she noticed, he still had his trump card. Then he started to consider his choices. His choices, not hers, because he had absolutely no intention of listening to what somebody else told him to do.
And it gradually occurred to him that there was nothing else he could do. She'd covered it all
So with a sigh, he slowly drew his knife from his belt and set it on the floor, kicking it to her. He stood up again and raised his hands. "Okay, you win," he said. But he kept the fingers of his left hand loose, ready to snap and activate his gauntlet as soon as he saw his chance.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
The mansion was frickin' huge, and not in a good way. Sure, it was probably more majestic and all in the daylight, but at night and for an intruder, there was no way to figure out where a database or something was. He wasn't about to just waltz up and ask someone, considering that he technically hadn't been invited, but he was starting to grow more and more irritated with the lack of signs. Or a map. Either would've been helpful beyond belief.
Completely focused on his search for a computer lab, he didn't sense somebody coming up behind him until she spoke. "Unless you're some type of clumsy teleporter, I'm pretty sure you're not lost. So I suggest you have a good reason for being here."
Oh, crap. Apparently he wasn't as stealthy as his ego suggested.
"Uh, yeah, hi," he rushed to say, scrambling to find an excuse. He normally would lash out at her and fight back, considering she was holding a sai (which, fun fact, he was semi-proficient with, so if he could get it from her...), but he wasn't about to attack somebody in their own house. That was a whole new level of asshole that he wasn't touching. And she was a woman, older than he was (physically), and rather gentle-looking at that. No, he'd wait before drawing his knife.
"Right, so, I think I broke into the wrong house," Danny finally said. He nearly facepalmed right then and there, because this was probably an X-Man and that'd be frowned upon anyway, but there was no backing out now. "I was aiming for this guy's mansion who stole my, uh, car. That's what he does, steals people's cars and makes enough money reselling them to buy a mansion. So, you're clearly not a male in his forties, so I'll be going now, yeah?" And with that, he started to back away slowly - retreating to where, he wasn't sure of yet.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Deep breaths. Deep, deep breaths. Calm breaths. Think about happy things. Like...
Okay, really, how could psychologists preach this BS. Danny's heart was still racing, he was disoriented, and his lungs still stung from the foreign (and probably not very clean) water in them. It'd be ironic to go through all this only to die again from a bacterial infection or something.
All of a sudden, somebody near him spoke, and Danny startled. He hadn't heard the newcomer arrive, having been far too busy doing nothing.
"Hey, uh. Are you okay?"
Danny startled, reacting instinctively, years of training paying off. Not really, though, because he completely neglected to actually process what the other guy had just said. Fear shot up his spine like a bolt of electricity - and believe me, he knew what that felt like - and he turned his head to face the intruder. In the split-second that he saw his face, Danny scoured his memory for this guy, and found...nothing. Wow, he really was out of it. It was a good thing he attacked first and asked questions later, right? Well, after a rebirth, at least. He still wasn't thinking straight.
He spring up, lunging at the newcomer in a full-body tackle, hitting him and knocking him on his back. In one smooth movement, Danny pulled the hunting knife from his belt, holding it at his victim's throat. "Who are you?" he snarled, the very picture of aggression and intimidation.
Except for the fact that his knife hand was shaking, ever so slightly, and his voice wavered a little bit. He put almost all his focus into willing his hand to still, and bit his lip to keep his voice from giving so much away again. God, over two centuries and he was still an insecure and traumatized adolescent after a rebirth. He really needed to work that out.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Danny woke up to a feeling not unlike being hungover, as per usual, but instead of taking a deep breath of air like he normally did after every rebirth, he took a deep breath of water.
He started thrashing around, post-rebirth confusion clouding his thought process, and managed to break the surface and splutter out a good portion of the water from inside his lungs. It seemed that he had drifted close to land, just face-down, which was why his first attempt at breathing failed. Doing a weird sort of doggy paddle, he finally scrambled his way onto a set of concrete steps, chest heaving as he tried to expel the rest of the water from his lungs. His mind was still in a panic, but years of repetitious rebirths had drilled into him the importance of people not realizing you hadn't died. He had not a single scratch on him, which was generally very strange for someone who had just been hit by a car, and so he glanced around a bit first. The stairs led up to the street, only a few hundred feet or so from where he had started. Water was streaming from his clothes, but he ignored it, trying to take deep breaths to calm down.
It didn't work.
Drowning was always and had always been Danny's least favorite way to die, especially since he could always feel the water in his lungs before he was able to activate his gauntlet. So he remembered very clearly and vividly the horrible feeling of not being able to breathe, every inhale instead taking in water. He knew that this was a natural effect of a rebirth, and so he gripped his head with his hands, sitting up, and trying to slow his breathing. He was so busy trying not to hyperventilate that he completely managed to miss the teenager standing just where he had been, peering down into the water where he had vanished.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Shit," Danny muttered, as he tumbled over the fence and landed on the ground with a thump. He winced, scrambling up quickly, glancing around hurriedly to make sure nobody had seen - for his security and his ego. Nothing. With a small sigh of relief, Danny glanced around one more time - carefully - before continuing on.
His goal: break into the X-Mansion and find any information they had on some humans that seemed to be mutant-proof. He'd been simply walking down the street when he heard a muted conversation - nothing too interesting, but there had been a brief mention of a human somehow neutralizing a mutant's powers, which was highly worrying. What if contact with one of these people would allow Danny to die permanently? He wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing, and brushing away the thoughts that were far too philosophical for two in the morning, and decided to do some more research (see: attacking them and demanding information), which yielded absolutely nothing. So his last resort was what he was doing now, the night after - breaking into Xavier's Mansion for Gifted Children for information.
Sadly, he had been too excited and worried about this new development to do his research.
On his way to the main building itself, he triggered far too many alarms for his liking - most were minor slip-ups that he deactivated almost immediately, but one floodlight stayed on for a good ten minutes before he found - wait for it - an off switch.
Hoping that those breaches might be blamed on a raccoon or something, Danny finally made his way to a window. Cursing the fact that his mutation wasn't metal manipulation or something, he ended up having to circle the entire building before he found one that was slightly cracked open, and undid it with a playing card from the deck in his backpack. (One never knew when they would come in handy. Like now.) He rolled over the ledge and into the house, cursing softly as his plain white shirt caught on the weirdly sharp latch and tore slightly. Nothing serious, but a few threads still clung to the metal. Danny figured that nobody would notice and didn't bother to clean it up, instead carefully shutting the window properly this time. And with that, he started to prowl down the carpeted hallway, mind completely focused on stealth.
He knocked over a plant with a muttered curse, catching the clay pot just in time before it smashed.
So I'm really just looking to thread with anybody - doesn't matter who, or about what, as long as it's fun. Right now I have one open thread - Deep Water - but if anybody wants to do a private thread, that works too.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
This is maybe kinda late (okay, really late), but I'd love to do a thread with Danny and Orochi. It might be fun to see a dragon god having to deal with somebody who's effectively a phoenix himself.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
It was a nice day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping...
Oh, hell. Who was he kidding, this was New York. More accurately, the smog had parted, the cars had reached a lull in their honking, there was only one mugging in sight... Danny wasn't too big of a fan of this city, but today, he was almost in a good mood. Almost. There was something irritating him. Over the years, Danny had developed a little bit of a sixth sense whenever something bad was going to happen. Almost ninety percent of the time, though, it was inaccurate. So Danny ignored it this time, deciding that he wasn't going to let this failure of a Spidey-sense ruin his day. He really shouldn't have.
He had just closed up shop at his food cart and was now taking a little walk. Unbeknownst to most people who saw him, seeing as his demeanor didn't exactly scream "spoiled rich kid," he was actually quite well-off in the financial department. He'd saved up over two hundred years' worth of money, and had been working as a janitor for a firm on Wall Street when he overheard that stocks were about to crash. So he sold every single stock he owned, which was quite a bit, and stored all his money in a foreign bank. Also, he had invested in this computer company called Peach, having accidentally met a Stevie Professions, the CEO, on the street once and taking a liking to him and his intellect. Now, he was effectively rich, and his current plans that he were formulating (anonymously fund a program for a local hospital or a local orphanage? Nah, how about both) reflected that.
Which was why he entirely failed to notice when a black Toyota SUV tore down the street towards him, pursued by a handful of black and whites.
The SUV sped down the street, which, to Danny's eternal luck, was bordering Long Island Sound. Only when the car swerved directly towards him did it occur to him that he really should move, and by then it was too late. The front part of the car slammed into him with the force of - well, a speeding car, and it threw him clear over the railing and into the water. From what he saw, all the other bystanders were too busy realizing that they were now about to get hit by said car to even notice (though it wasn't their fault, they probably couldn't even see him or realize that he was there one moment and then gone), and the police cars were far too caught up in the chase.
He hit the water hard, seeing only white for a moment, before the uneasy feeling of being unable to breathe overcame him. He struggled to try and swim up, but noticed with growing irritation that his spine seemed to be broken, and his legs paralyzed. With that, he immediately focused on struggling only to hit his suicide button on his gauntlet, which he had thankfully waterproofed. He tried to stay as limp as possible, noting that he had nothing heavy on him, and just hoped that his body's natural buoyancy would carry him to shore before he woke.
From above the water, there was a muffled explosion beneath the waves, the flames roaring out before almost instantly going out again.
And then, as the water stilled, not even a ripple.