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.
Tses was pretty sure her time at the mansion was running thin. There was only so much trouble she could cause before even these do-goody mutants got tired of her behavior. Ok, so most of her tricks weren't going to destroy anyone's life. Hiding the remotes, leaving messes in the kitchen, and blowing up a few flowers in the garden weren't serious crimes, but add them all together, and she was theoretically begging for someone to boot her back onto the streets. Or, throw her in jail... That was still a possibility with that dumb ice mutant lurking around.
Still, Tses had a somewhat mischievous personality. If she had to had a role model, it would have been Loki, God of mischief. She was a ghost-light, drifting from place to place leading people to their demise. At least, she liked to think she was. Sometimes, she convinced someone she was right. If life was going to be crappy anyway, she was going to at least enjoy the sinking ship. Some people danced at funerals. That was just how they were.
Some people also put explosives in egg cartons. 3,2... BANG!!!!
Rolling her eyes and sneaking away, Tses crept into the hallway before the girl shrieking behind her realized the culprit was still nearby. To her surprise, she nearly ran into someone else moving down the hall. "Watchit." She grumbled, side stepping out of their way.
Cole had been sent to the mansion, because it was supposed to be a 'safe' place where Cole could learn to control his mutation. However, 'safe' was not the word that Cole would use to describe it, more of like controlled chaos. With so many young mutants trying to learn to control their abilities in such a small area, disaster was bound to occur. The mansion was always playing host to some child's 'accidents', but there were worst characters that dwelled in the mansion. Although bullying was strictly forbidden, there were some children that used their powerful mutations to push the other children around. The worst part was that size and age were not the most important factors anymore. That meant little snout-nozed twelve year olds could push around stronger, older kids if their abilities were stronger, and everyone's abilities were always stronger than Cole's. Therefore, Cole usually found himself on the wrong side of vicious little sixth graders.
The worst of the little monsters was the thirteen year old, Travis Bell, or the Whistler, like he liked to call himself. The Whistler had a siren's voice and when he whistled, he could concentrate his noise on one target. Being anti-mutant in a mutant school, Cole had quickly found himself on the wrong end of some mutant bullies. Of course, when he fought back, the litte brats would run to the nearest teacher they could find. Cole, the older, more mature mutant, should know better. The bullies would stick their tongues out from behind the teacher's back as Cole got his lecture.
Cole was lying on the sofa, watching Sports Center, when he heard that tell-tale, annoying whistling in his ear again, so high that he almost thought he was imagining it. He immediately snapped up in search of Travis. He saw him across the room, chatting with his buddies. Cole's gaze lit a fire across the room, but Travis ignored him. Settling back down, Cole tried to ignore the group, but as soon as his head the couch, the whistling started again. He tried to ignore it, but the siren continued to blow for nearly five straight minutes. Cole exploded up in a rage.
"You keep that up, and I will-"
"What? Beat me up?" Travis asked, sarcastically. Cole fought the anger inside of him to beat the kid's face in before collapsing into the couch, defeated. He was not sitted for ten seconds before Travis was at it again. The teen snapped. He let the rage pour over his body. Cole rushed at the kid, but he stopped. His arm felt itchy. Then black smoke poured off his arms in a torrent. It flowed like a black river, straight at the group of boys. The black dust turned all the of bullies into coal miners in an instant. They ran screaming from the room, colliding into a short-haired blonde on their way out. Cole stood laughing at them in the middle of the room.
Tses was a street kid. Getting dirty kind of went with that territory. It did not, however, make her ready to look like a chimney sweep, which was what the kid who ran into her looked like. Soot clung to her clothes as the kids scrambled further down the hall, and Tses scowled after them.
From the room up ahead, there was the sound of laughing, and Tses prowled that way before casually leaning against the door frame. "You know, not that I'm the type to judge, but I thought you goodie-two-shoes were all against the whole 'terrorizing' people thing." She said casually, looking at the smudge of soot on her hand while watching the teen out of the corner of her eye. The room still had plenty of the dirt in the air, and she was not keen on walking over and getting it in her mouth.
Cole was still in the middle of his laughter fit when an attractive, but older blonde woman appeared at the nearby door frame. As she approached, the laughter in his throat immediately ceased. Although he had never seen this particular woman before, the teen could already read that stern look, plastered across the woman's face. Cole was in trouble.
~"You know, not that I'm the type to judge, but I thought you goodie-two-shoes were all against the whole 'terrorizing' people thing."
For a moment, Cole was caught off guard by the woman's words. He had been expecting another lecture on moral values, or whatever, but this woman was different. She was not a teacher or X-men. She was something else, something dangerous. Cole cracked a grin. He liked dangerous. Danger always led to fun.
"They had it coming. Those dweebs have been torturing me for weeks. It's about time that they get a taste of their own medicine." Cole said with a frown. He clinched his fists subconsciously. Just the thought of the torture that they had done to Cole made him want to punch something. The soot hung in the room like a cloud of disrupted dust. It wanted to hang in the air, but the pull of gravity caused it to slowly fall.
"And I'm not some goodie-toe shoes." Cole continued. He tried to sound tough, but it made him sound like a little kid. He waited that he was humped in with those brats. He was a fighter. He had bled in the cage, broken bones, destroyed people. He was not some dumb child.
As tough as this kid wanted to look right now, Tses wasn't buying it. At least, not right away. He was only a few years younger than her, fairly muscular compared to many of the students here. Built like someone who at least knew how to throw a punch, but it was almost silly to her he used the soot instead. "Their own medicine... so you got them dirty? I'm sure they feel really punished at this point." Tses snorted and crossed her arms. "You have a funny way of dealing out justice"
She mossied into the room and started pawing through on of the book shelves absentmindedly. She could see little dark smudges of dirt on some of the covers. His power sure did get everywhere... "Not a goodie-too-shoes... Sure sounds like one to me. Oh sure, you might get a scolding for making the mansion dirty or for scaring the kids, but what are they really going to learn? Now, if I get back at someone, I get back at someone....Scaring and making people cry is all for games."
~"Their own medicine... so you got them dirty? I'm sure they feel really punished at this point. You have a funny way of dealing out justice."
Cole glared at the woman and her condescending tone. He hated lectures, almost as much as he hated being a mutant. He turned to square off against her, his fists clinching and unclinching. It was a subconscious motion, a reflex of his training. Cole could not help but notice that this teacher had a weird way of scolding him. She almost sounded like she was encouraging Cole to beat them up.
"Well I can't exactly hit them, like I want to." Cole responded. He kept himself facing the blonde as she strolled across the room and looked through some of the books, now covered in soot. Cole could see that she tried to avoid getting the black soot on her hands. He gave a little shrug at her. So what if his abilities had gotten a little out of control. Those brats had deserved it.
~"Not a goodie-too-shoes...but what are they really going to learn? Now, if I get back at someone, I get back at someone....Scaring and making people cry is all for games."
The blond's words caused Cole to drop his guard. What was she playing at? No teacher would ever condone violence like that. Maybe this woman was not a teacher after all, or she could be tricking him.
"You are not a teacher here." Cole said, more for himself than for Tses. "Well, what did you have in mind then?
>>"Well I can't exactly hit them, like I want to."
"Oh right, I forgot. You're not a goodie two-shoes." No one in this place could probably throw a decent punch anyway. She was getting bored with the exchange, almost as bored as she was pretending to look at these books. Dusting off her hands she turned to look at the kid again. He looked defensive, but just like most of the people around her, looks and actions didn't add up. All bark, no bite. Woof.
>>"You are not a teacher here."
"And he thinks!" She gushed sarcastically and laughed, fixing her gloves. They were picking up soot. Great... "Unless you're trying to learn pick-pocketing or B&E, I ain't a teacher. And unlike your little party tricks, my powers are at least fun." She glanced out the door for a moment, listening to the distant murmur of voices. It was hard to tell who would tattle first at this point: the soot covered boys or the egg splattered girl...
In a fight, Cole could definitely throw a decent push, but he tried to be reserved with his fighting outside of the ring. Mostly, because outside of the ring, it was just too easy. The average ballroom brawl was usually over in a matter of seconds. Cole was trained to go for five minutes for three to five rounds. Even the most experienced bar brawlers were amateurs compared to Cole. He had trained for almost his entire life. It was also the reason that he kept the fact that he was a cage fighter quiet. For some unknown reason, people always wanted to fight him when they found out that he was a mixed martial artist. They felt like they could prove themselves against him. Most of them only proved that they were idiots.
"...And unlike your little party tricks, my powers are at least fun." She glanced out the door for a moment, listening to the distant murmur of voices. It was hard to tell who would tattle first at this point: the soot covered boys or the egg splattered girl...[/quote]
"You sound more like a criminal. And what is it that you can do?" Cole replied. His eyes followed Tses's glance. Not knowing about the egg-covered girls, his thoughts immediately turned to the soot covered boys. They had probably found some person of authority already and were coming back now.
At the word criminal, Tses laughed, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Only a criminal if I get caught." She remarked, and down the hallway the crying got closer. Some adult seemed to be struggling to make sense of what was happening. The mingling sounds of crying made her suspect both sets of victims were tattling at the same time. With a casual smirk she moved to the other end of the room, deciding it was about time to move before 'caught' happened. She glanced back as the kid kept talking and laughed.
"What is it I can do? I don't know.... Catch this, let me know." With a toss, a small explosive sailed through the air, the glowing sphere set to explode a few seconds later. By then she was already prancing around the corner, the crying kids almost at the room.
Okay, this woman might be an actually psychopathy. Cole thought as she laughed devilishly. Then she moved across the room and tossed a small green, glowing orb at him. Of course, with his excellent hand-to-eye coordination, Cole managed to grab it. He lifted it towards his face to get a good look at the weird orb. The teen did not even know Tses had left the room.
Tick! Tick!
"Cole, what exactly-!?" One of the instructors yelled when they entered the room, dragging a group of younger mutants behind her. Cole jumped at the voice, the orb in his hand flying into the air.
BOOM! The orb exploded. It destroyed the fan above them, sending debris flying. Cole jumped so bad that his powers lit off, coating the room in another dust storm. Everyone in the room was coughing. There was no visibility. Cole could hear the instructor trying to yell at Cole through her coughing fit. Seeing his time to escape, Cole heading off down the hall that the blonde mutant had taken. He stumbled out of the smoke, coughing. In front of him was the blond mutant.
"Haha...very funny..." Cole said, coughing. He was covered in soot.
Tses wasn't sure quite what she expected when she tossed the explosive at Cole. While her aim was always to cause trouble, never to maliciously injure people, when your powers ran the risk of creating shrapnel, accidental injuries were always possible. Especially when she realized she might have put more omph into the explosive, and less timer... A few moments later when the explosion went off, she could hear something breaking. Hopefully, nothing major. Her curiosity kept her from moving fast enough from the damage so the guy eventually caught up.
He looked a little dirty, in the literal sense.
"What happened? Inked yourself?" Tses snorted, glancing at all the ashy dust on his clothes and body. Somehow, his powers were becoming more comical to her as time wore on. It was like he was a fireplace octopus...
"You could have warned it, it was going to explode!" Cole said, angrily while leaning against the wall in a coughing fit. His built up frustration towards the Whistler was spilling over onto Tses. He hated all these stupid mutants and their special abilities. If circumstances were different, the teenager might have hit on thd blonde, but as it was, Cole only wanted to hit her, and hard.
There was commotion from the cloud of black powder behind. Cole could have sworn he heard his name being called in a loud, annoyed tone, but he couldn't be sure. He was going to be in so much trouble later, and it was all this woman's fault (well, most of it was her fault).
"You know, I have half a mind to punch you in the face." Cole said, straightening up.
>>"You could have warned it, it was going to explode!"
"What fun would that have been?" Tses snorted a laugh as she leaned against the wall. She was unphased by his anger, which would probably just irk him more. She dusted her gloves off a bit. The soot just smeared on the white fabric though.
"Punch me in the face, eh? Well, you could try, but you still wouldn't be getting back at the people you really wanted to punch? I'm just doing what you're too afraid to. This little dust storm? Child's play. Come talk to me when you get your big boy pants on." Tses purred and pranced further down the hallway. The yelling in the other room got closer.
Alright! That was it! Cole was punching this b*tch in the face. She might not be the complete reason he was frustrated at everything that was going on at this school, but she was getting up there. Cole might have been able to deal with her fiery attitude and condensing tone, but she acted like he was a child. Heck, she could not be more than a few years older than him. What did she hell did she know? Turning her back to Cole was her last mistake, the teen quickly caught up to the woman as she strutted away. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back, delivering a left jab to her cheek. It was not a knock out shot, just a pop.
"Don't act like you didn't deserve that!" Cole said immediately, slightly scared she might blow him up. He kept his guard up, just in case she decided to attack him.
"Now, what did you have in mind?" Cole asked, still unsure if she was going to attack him or help him.
Tses spend long enough fighting she had almost a sixth sense when things were going sour. There was a change in footsteps, something almost audibly snapping within a person as they moved. As the teen caught her arm and pulled her, she considered defending herself. But where was the fun in that? The punch landed, and cold blue eyes just stared back at him. It wasn't a bad punch, but she'd been hit louder. She slowly smirked at the kid.
"Oh look, you can punch. Two points for the soot octopus." She causally 'flicked' his hand away, and green energy crawled along her arms, up her shoulders, to her face. It looked like green flames flicking over her skin, leaving dark shadows on her skin and eyes. "You're right, I did, which is good or you'd be flat on your back now. Ever hit me again though..." She let the threat carry. She could tell he had some training by the way he moved and form the punch. But street fighting and training in a classroom took two different styles. Tses fought to live. There was something scrappy and dangerous about fighting in a world with no rules.
This, however, was not the place for that. She nodded down the hallway towards the dorms. "Now, what I had in mind. The key to getting even is to get even in a way that doesn't look like you. If someone walks around looking like a coal miner, of course you'll get in trouble. But someone's bed suddenly ends up in the pool, or someone's clothes end up in the freezer... hard to prove if there's none of your soot on it..." She shrugged.