The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Such a lovely winter's day. The sun was shining, the temperature was no longer lethal and the roads had thawed somewhat. Which is why New York's nicer roads had seen a large increase in two wheeled traffic. The roads were either silent or a full roar of engines. Not that Cafas had meant to get bunched up with this motorcycle club, he just hadn't bothered to deviate from their course. They seemed to know all the best roads, and none of them seemed to mind him being there.
We must be nearly back to the city by now.
As it turned out they were. Still a bit out, but no more than an hour. It was about then he noticed the sound. The difference came on pretty suddenly, and was noticeable enough that he could hear it clearly through the helmet and past all the rest of the engines around him. He also thought he noticed a steep decline in how much power he was getting out of the engine. All of it added up to Cafas dropping speed, moving to the back of the group, and resolving to pull into the first mechanic's he saw.
Jacob's Junkyard and Shop... Well, I did say the first...
It was several miles closer to the city than when he first noticed the sound, and he had fallen behind the group further and further due to the loss of acceleration, he just couldn't get back up to speed fast enough. Cafas turned in and parked his bike. It seemed like a decent enough place, though the term 'Junkyard' always worried him. His bike wasn't that old, so he was a little disappointed to be having issues with it, though he imagined it had something to do with the punishing weather he had ridden it through, and probably his own lack of experience.
He found an official looking person (who stood out in their coveralls and engine grease outfits) "Hey, My bike's started making a weird sound a few miles back up the road, and I've lost all sorts of power, you got time to look at it?"
Already, he had hired two more mechanics so he could increase his hours, and his personal project had been working on the foundation for the expansion on the shop. Cars from the junkyard had been moved, a rather large hole had been dug, and the cement had been expertly laid into the earth… he was just waiting for it to harden over the next 24 hours or so, and he would start on the walls… it looked like nothing more than the beginning to a weird shaped basketball court right now, a straight slab of concrete. He, of course, had been doing the work himself, and was taking a well deserved break and running the front desk. No customers in the waiting room, he had gotten himself cleaned up and stepped out of his coveralls, in nothing but an old tan t-shirt, jeans and his tan combat boots that he always wore. He was looking over the schedule when someone walked in the front door. His waiting room was pretty decked out, including free WiFi, a flatscreen mounted on the wall with a built in DVD player, and comfortable but affordable couches to sit around in.
They asked about a bike, and Jacob’s senses fished the vehicle in question’s mechanical signature from the rest. Motorcycles were increadibly easy to work on, so it shouldn’t be a problem. “Sure… I can take a look at it for you.” He grabbed his leather jacket off the back of the chair, walked around the desk, and held his hand out. “Jacob Corbulo,” he said, introducing himself, waiting a moment to see if the man would shake his own hand or not. After a few moments pause, and regardless if he received the handshake or not, he started out the door. The bike had lost power, but still operated, that meant more than likely he was losing compression.
After stepping outside, he moved to the bike without a word, and started looking towards the area where the air intake was. All engines required a proper fuel/air mixture to ignite, so if your air intake sucked up something it shouldn’t have, it can easily hinder performance… and that was what it looked like to him. “My guess, just from looking at it, would be that your bike sucked up something besides air through the air intake, but I would have to bring it inside and take it apart to know for sure.” Truth was, he could diagnose and fix it right here, but that was only with his mutant ability, not his honest handiwork.
Cafas pulled off his somewhat dirty riding glove and took the offered hand. "Cafas Johnson, and I would sure appreciate it." Cafas followed the mechanic, Jacob, back to the bike. The guy didn't seem that much older than Cafas, but clearly he had more useful skills. Cafas really had to look into that. Not that he didn't have enough money or work, but it felt nice to learn a new skill (US Taxation law not, in this situation, being considered a skill).
I'm going to have to get a filing cabinet, I'm running out of drawer space with all these invoices.
He shook himself back to the issue at hand. Jacob was telling him something. Blocked air intake? He didn't know much about bikes, but he did know that they needed air to run, and the lack of it would certainly be a problem. "Pull her apart huh? Well, I s'pose it was going to happen one day. Need a hand getting her inside?" He didn't think the man would actually need it, but an offer of help rarely hurt.
You're getting better at social interaction every day Johnson.
Cafas took off his left glove and threw it into his helmet to join the right one he had removed before. He hoped the fix wouldn't be a long one, but he was mentally preparing himself for the prospect of walking home, or the financial kick in the teeth of a cab ride back to the Mansion. "Don't suppose there's an estimation on time? I'm in no hurry, but I might have to call my boss and tell him my response time is gonna be slow." Frankly he didn't mind telling CS he couldn't get himself to trouble, not given the scale of things recently. "Not that I mind telling him that to be honest, but he'll be none to happy if I don't warn him, even if it is one of my rare days off."
Jacob grew a little more respect for the man, as he had shook his own hand, a much more rare response these days and a sign of mutual respect between the two men. He immediately kicked the bike into neutral, and slowly began to bring it towards one of the bay doors, walking beside it and pushing. He even offered to help, which was admirable, if unnecessary. “I have it, but you can either come into the bay with me while I take a look at it, or you could wait in the waiting area… your choosing.” He then thought of the legal aspect of it… and decided to add in a little bit. “If you want to come into the bay, you take responsibility for your own health and welfare though… but as long as you don’t start playing with an air tool, I think you’ll be fine.”
As he approached the bay door, Joe, the only other mechanic present, saw him approach and opened the bay door enough to get his 6’ 3” frame and the bike inside, and would close it when/if the customer entered as well. After getting the bike on the rack, he elevated the rack to get it to where he was stooping down to get at what he needed to, and began to look at the bike more in depth.
((Sorry for the shortness... need to know if he comes in with him or not))
