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.
>> “Didn’t intend on only re’lacing duh ta’le. Know duh cost uzz collateral is ex’ensive. Sought un’aid work could con-esate sore duh dan-age. Worked construction. Know sun maintenance-related skills. ‘ut I understand your rationale.”
She was willing to work off the damage. That was something. On the other hand She could lose her real job if word got round to her boss she was pulling shifts at a rival bar.
>> “You want dis? Could at least sell. Good crass-manshi’. Good wood. Cou’le hundred dollars easy. Or I take.”
Randy gave a huffed sigh and turned his attention to the table. "May as well see what you brought. The whole situation is pretty screwed up for both of us." Jacquelyn did good work. Randy was no carpenter but he could tell a finely made table. The patterns didn't match perfectly to his main furniture but it was close. If he did sell it he'd likely cover the fire damage costs. On the other hand Jacquelyn was trying to right her wrongs. "This is good Jacquelyn. I wish you had just come back the next day or the day after. It would have made this all a lot easier for both of us."
Yes he was angry, and had some right to be, but she was trying. Most people wouldn't do that so he gave her credit where it was due. "Lets get this into place and see how it looks with the room. I'll make a decision about what we need to do after that." He might be a hard man at times but Randy wasn't heartless. Letting her do some work to pay things off was normally acceptable, the only issue was her current job. There was no reason to get her fired. Or he could just cut her loose and be done with it.
>> “Yes. Dat is nigh intention. Also. An oss-ering. I wanna work sun-sing out.”
Randy examined the table. She did decent work, he'd give her that. However he already filed an insurance claim on the damage.
>> “Consi’er it nigh resu-nay.”
A resume? Randy's expression turned less that friendly for a moment. He'd seen the security feed and asked around. She may not have started the fight but Jacquelyn and her date where the ones who did the damage to his property. "So... Someone picked a fight with you and your friend. I can forgive the self defense, hell I expect it. But you two broke a table and nearly started the d***** building on fire." The patrons were all watching them at this point. Randy didn't care. It probably was a bad idea to have this conversation in the open but it was a bit late for that either way.
"The thing is Jacquelyn, replacing my table isn't enough. You want me to consider it a resume? Sorry but no. The only reason I haven't called your boss yet is I've been busy looking for your friend. I don't plan on pressing charges but he nearly lost it and could have gotten a lot of people hurt or even killed." Randy, normally cool under pressure was visibly ticked. He straight out lied about knowing her boss's number just to vent his frustration. Yeah he was being hard on her, maybe a bit too hard. But he was running a business and this was a serious issue. Some times you can't just let bygones be bygones.
"I understand where you might be coming from here and if I had just been a casual observer in all this I'd let it go. Put yourself in my position though. Fights happen, accidents happen, things get out of hand some times. I get it. But someone has to clean up the mess. Frankly after a week I already called the insurance company to clean the place up and ordered a new table even."
Randy scrolled through the emails. Mostly he needed a reply from the insurance company. Fire damage, replacement furniture, and four new reviews with less than three stars. Nearly a week and Randy was still dealing with the fallout from a damned bar fight. It came with the business, he knew that. Still it was a pain in the a** when it happened. Looking Glass had a reputation for being milder than the party bars, despite the mutant heavy crowd. Still, life goes on. You grit you teeth and struggle through it. His boxing instructors first lesson.
Despite all the annoyances there was a bright side. One of the fellows involved left their ID behind with an open tab. Jacquelyn Dyer. He didn't now her personally but he had herd of her. Randy's jazz bar might be a bit out of the norm but he stayed in the loop, more or less, with the other bars nearby. Jacquelyn worked at one of them, he just didn't know which one.
BEEP BEEP
Pulling his attention from the screen he tapped the intercom button on the phone. "Whats up George?"
>> "Um, The uh... The Lady from the fight last week is here. And she brought a table."
"A table? Ok then, I'll be right down." She brought a table. He had no idea how to respond to that. Yes she and her friend broke it but seriously, replacement means paying for it. Who brings a f****** table as an apology? Grabbing her ID and credit card from his desk Randy stood, and ported down to the bar. He stood still for a moment when he saw her. Jacquelyn was much more intimidating in person than the ID photo let you know. Then there was the table. Yup, she brought an actual table. "Guessing you came back to get you cards?"
>> “Yes, it was nice there. I would recommend it.”
Randy slid himself into the seat. If he had been twenty years younger, or older, he might just plan for a trip to Rio. For now, business was the task at hand."Alright. First off, tell me a bit about yourself." An ice breaker. She did seem a bit nervous when she came in after all."Hobbies, where you're from, plans for the future. Things like that." Nothing to specific, just enough to get an idea of who she was. Knowing your potential employees was informant after all.
Randy looked the card over fighting off a chuckle. Here he was thinking the sign was a tacky waste of time and a potential hire walks in on the first day. Her ID looked legit. Granted he saw mostly drivers licenses but citizenship cards were fine. Madlaina... That was a name he'd need help to pronounce the first few times. Satisfied with the card he smiled and handed it back.
>> “I was a bartender in Rio, but I can do something else if you need.”
"Rio? Heard that's a fun place. As for positions I'm looking for everything, including bartenders." Rio had a decent bar scene so she should have some skills. Saves time with training. How would he need to pay her though? His mind raced though several different questions and possible answers about her potential as a worker. With a deep breath he settled them all away and motioned for her to follow him. "Alright, lets take a seat at the end of the bar here. I have a few questions and then I'll have you show me what you can do."
Randy glanced at the security feed as the door buzzer went off. The first customer was here already. So much for getting ahead on the paperwork. With a stretch he stood and ported down to the bar floor, just to the left of the host stand. "Welcome to Looking Glass." Randy noticed her eyes almost immediately, purple tends to stand out as an eye color. She also seemed a bit nervous. First time in a bar? Possibly but she didn't look clueless so it was doubtful. "I'll need your ID for a moment, thna I can get ya anything you need."
The sidewalk sign looked nice now that Randy saw it. He still didn't know who made it each week. Apparently his employees where conspiring to keep him from finding out; bunch of punks. He simply said what he wanted at the weekly meeting and it happened. He had been worried about putting "Now Hiring" on the sign itself. He felt it would be tacky but hey, it worked pretty well.
He had posted for a bartender on several Job boards the past week and cam up with only two applicants. Not the greatest turn out. If he was lucky the direct route would have better luck. He had enough employees but the issues with the META bots had made several of them fidgety. Getting some replacements before any of them left made it a lot easier.
Taking half a step Randy ported to his office. He doubted anyone would show up for an interview. Still it was possible so he had bothered to actually dress like the owner. Black Khakis, black button down shirt, white vest. The managers uniform technically, figured it made the best impression. Settling into his desk he pulled up the expenses. The crowds would start showing up soon enough. It was better to get the paperwork done early if he still had time.
I am requesting assistance with an Avi/Sig since I lack art skills. I don't have a specific play-by or face claim in mind so this is a chance to really be creative. The following is my description of Randy Peterson's appearance.
Randy is an average built white man in his mid forties. Standing 5'8" he is lightly muscled and slender in stature. His hair is between neck to shoulder length, straight, and graying brown in color. He normally grows a beard keeping it roughly trimmed to short scruff in length. Randy has brown eyes and wears reading glasses. He has no scars, piercings, or mutations to be seen.
As for creative background things all you lovely artists do... Have fun with it. Randy is a Teleporter, bar owner, and ex-boxer.
Knock Out! The cheesiest most cliche name for a gym Randy has ever heard. The place was haphazardly shoved into a building like an afterthought. If he ignored the name and location though it was a decent place. A boxing ring took up the center floor, standard equipment set out along the walls, and the lockers in the back.
Randy had been coming to the gym for months and still got weird looks. He knew he stood out next to the younger crowd; they were getting use to the old geezer though. He thought about going to a more up-class gym sometimes. He’d stick out less, and the facility would be much nicer. But honestly Randy liked it the way it was. Casual, inexpensive, a bit worn out, and its owner didn’t take crap from anyone. A lot like Randy himself.
He wasn’t there to bulk up like most regulars, just keep himself in shape really. His routine wasn’t anything to be impressed with, a few minutes on the bike, some stretching, and then the heavy bag. If he was lucky then he could get a few rounds in with a trainer or one of the other regulars in the ring. Today, he wasn’t all that lucky. None of the trainers signed in did boxing and no one had put their name in under the spar request. With a sigh Randy put his own name down and headed for the lockers. Maybe someone would show up in the next hour or so.
Alright, since I have a functioning computer again Randy is in desperate need of some good plot and posting. I am up for just about anything with Randy. I really want to get him established as a character on the site who may actually have a reason to ever get involved in site wide plots and the like.
Randy watched Golden-eyes quickly burn the dogs then bolt for the door. Let him go, Randy thought, he wasn't worth the effort. "Alex. I'm guessing you don't want to be here when the cops walk in. Head out through my office. Walk don't run, they probably wont stop you for anything."
Looking back at the aftermath of the fight Randy saw nothing but dollar signs. Almost all of the damage was from the fireballs. It was better to just replace the furniture than attempt repairs. He could figure out what he would do for it later. In the mean time he went over a mental dialog of what he would tell the police when the questioning came up.
It wasn't cheating, it was using his natural abilities to his advantage. Randy could hear the shots continue behind him as he took off running. With a glance behind he saw the woman just a pace or two behind. The officer had given up running after The META and screamed orders into his radio, apparently mashing random buttons on the control. The META apparently wasn't listening as it ran after them rhythmically firing the shotgun.
>> “You zig, I’ll zag!”
Randy wasn't even paying attention at that point. Thinking clearly was easy enough in a fist fight, or even a bar brawl. Not so much with a crazy robot trying to pump you full of lead. He ported again, mid stride and barely thinking. Left? Up? Thirty feet?
CRASH
He landed behind an office chair and toppled over it smacking his head on the floor hard. Good he wasn't on the street. Wherever he was Randy could still hear the shotgun through the ringing in his ears. Safe for the moment but probably not out of the woods yet. Pushing himself off the floor he looked around attempting to get his bearings. Just some office above the street. As soon as his head stopped pounding he made a b-line to the window to see where he landed compared to where he had started. It had been years since he ported completely blind like this.
To his surprise Randy was just above the META, who was currently maneuvering around a spilled trash can. It had stopped firing for a moment but he caught a glimpse of the coffee woman still clearly under threat. "Dammit Randy... leaving a girl like that. You are really pathetic." He had clearly abandoned her. Not exactly on purpose , he panicked. She probably realized he was gone by now and hated him. On top of that the META was trying to kill her again. Luckily for her the bot was a terrible shot. Luck didn't last forever though and Randy needed to help her. He did cause part of the problem after all.
Randy watched the scene carefully and shifted his posture. He needed to be in the right position immediately after he ported. Shooting the bot was likely the dumbest idea he would have all year but it was all he could come up with. On the positive side he had a .44 auto pistol, the thing had some kick to it. Shooting it in the "eyes" was probably the best. Even the best camera in the world was useless with a shattered lens but there was no way to do that with the shot gun in his way. Randy decided on the knees. Going from the back he could possibly break the joints or slow them down. Anything that gave coffee girl time to put some distance between them. He could catch up and apologize for leaving afterwards.
With one hand on the gun ready to draw Randy thumbed the safety off and ported. He was three feet behind the META when he landed. Ignoring every safe gun handling rule he knew Randy dropped to one knee, pulled his gun and aimed for the back of the META's knees and fired off six rounds. Four of them hit staggering the bot.