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.
Haddix chuckled a bit, resisting the urge to rub his sore ribs. "Well, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble on my account." He looked around for a bit, eventually spotting a wheelbarrow which had a couple of shovels in it. He walked over and took one, then joined the group, finding an open place to begin digging. The bandaging was thin enough to allow him to grip the shovel, but padded enough to keep it from hurting his hands. The stitches itched like hell, though.
"He's in the bunk beneath me, I think his name's...Bulldog? Something like that,"
"Pit Bull, actually," Haddix said. He never liked the name much, but it'd grown on him a bit. Enough to use as a fight alias, at any rate. And that's how most people knew him now. He stopped and stretched his arms, then rubbed his bare ribs again, the bruise already forming. It hurt him to breath, but he'd broken a rib before, and it felt worse than this. "So how'd you guys piss off the powers in this place to get stuck in the graveyard?"
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(Thankyou Fever; I've spent the day at my granddad's with no internet access, and yesterday was spent with my mates, where we spent less time on a computer and more time jumping over rivers. Much fun!)
The new guy looked really quite scared; Ted felt sorry for him. But he'd get used to the camps eventually. Someone else was sent along to help them, but managed to annoy the guards and get a beating for it. ted shook his head, "I've got no idea who that is." Matthew vaguely knew him, though apparently just because they the share a bunk. Ted shook the new guy's outstretched hand; "I'm Ted. I don't think I've seen you around." Ted spotted one of the guards graling at him pointedly, so he moved off to start digging a fresh grave. Ignore the smell of the corpses, Teddy. Focus on digging. due to his focus he only picked up the last thing the new guy said.
"i think I've got a fairly interesting story. I killed more people than I can count without even knowing about it until long afterwards, and I escaped police custody. Not bad going, since I onnly started university last year. How'd you get in here?"
The blind girl managed to eep her shovel moving a bit. Mostly loosening the earth before scooping the dirt.
"So how'd you guys piss off the powers in this place to get stuck in the graveyard?"
Shya listened to Ted’s explanation. He didn’t seem like the going out and killing numbers of people type to her. He’d been polite and all that.
“I’m guessing I just amuse the guards. If you ever hear this one called James asking if she’s fallen in yet, that’s me. I think they have a bet going on when I’ll mess up over here.” She tried to give a half smile, with a shrug, but the look failed.
Mathew watched this "Pitbull" with avid interest. He looked strong.. he looked able. He appraised this "Ted". He, too, looked like he had hidden talents about him. He thought about it. Odds were, all three of the others had abilities with the capacity to cause destruction. Why would they be here otherwise? He thought about that as he heard Pitbull ask the latest question.
He looked down at the floor and let his lip quiver a little, arms still hugging himself. A single tear trailed down his cheek, though he made a big show of wiping it away.
"I don't know why I'm here," he said, "It's not like I can even hurt anyone. They just shoved me in here."
He said it quietly in case one of the guards heard. He didn't want anyone familiar with him to argue the point... He looked back up at Pitbull.
"I'm sorry for keeping you awake at night. I know it must be very irritating." He said in earnest, before getting up and dragging his feet over to the wheelbarrow of shovels.
"So how'd you guys piss off the powers in this place to get stuck in the graveyard?" pitbull asked the gang
Deathstar replied after the others, "I don't know why I'm here honestly, I guess this is my reward for being an X-man" she released a faint smile to Pitbull.
She returned to digging not wanting the guards to think any suspicious activities was going on, wiping the sweat from off her forehead she sees Mathew getting teary eyed as he spoke, Deathstar was never the one to console people, but for some reason this new guy was really getting to her. "I know how you feel Mathew, you don't have to apologize for anything, aint that right Pitbull?" she says as she gives him a stern look. "We're going to have to keep together and stay together, I know my X-men is out there planning something as we speak" she said quietly not wanting nearby guards to hear.
Haddix listened to everyone's stories as they were spoken, taking them in stride. He never looked up while he spoke: "An X-Man, huh? You know I've heard that around the camp before, but never before I got here. What exactly are the X-Men?" He moved a pile of dirt out of the newest grave. "And don't worry about keeping me awake. I don't sleep." He half-smiled at the group, then quickly returned to digging. The stench of the bodies was starting to get to him, but he tried his best not to let it show. He kept his attention focused on the task at hand, sweat dripping off his brow. He'd long ago learned to fight the urge to wipe it off with his forearm, and figured his bicep wouldn't do much good right now, considering that he was lacking a shirt. He instead used part of his bandage, keeping the sweat beads from stinging his eyes, at least for the time being.
As Deathstar spoke, Mathew's head snapped in her direction and he almost dropped the shovel. The little-boy-blue facade almost fell completely from his face, but he rallied and reapplied it with all the effortless ease of a professional. X-Man! She just said X-Man! He kept his eyes on her carefully as he made around the first grave, picking a spot parallel with that to start digging. He drew back mightily, then remembered himself and weakened his thrust a little.
You're a weak little boy, remember? He reminded himself dryly.
Shit. The news had hit him in the face like a leadweight. X-Man! Fuck, crap... so they weren't so mighty after all. There was no hope of someone coming to break them out of the camps.
Bullshit.
He focused on making a hole as his mind filtered through the various roads he could now take. He'd mentally marked the three people as possible allies.. or, more aptly, acolytes. He'd never been one for leading... but when it came to something important and nobody else had the skills for the job.. well, one just didn't have a choice, did one. So the X-Men had been captured too. He had to stop himself from shaking his head in disgust. Some mighty team of mutants...
Steady, weren't you caught too? In your underwear, no less.
He sneered, then he remembered himself. So aid from the outside wasn't forthcoming. The aid he'd banked on coming from the outside was inside. He allowed himself an ironic smirk. If you wanted something done, you had to do it yourself. Tuning the others out for the time being, but leaving some part of his subconscious set on alert to pick up anything interesting, he thought about various ways to liberate himself. He had things now... he'd already started collecting. He'd keep doing that, for the moment. Yes. Collect and hoard. Discreetly, his eyes travelled back to the trio and his head shook slowly.
X-Men indeed.
However, none of this inner conflict showed on his face. To the observant eye, he was a little boy, powerless, who'd been thrown into a camp a million miles away from home. He had to admire the sheer duplicity of it.
Mattthew seemed just a little thrown by hearing that Deathstar was an X-man. For a second, ted thuoght he saw a strange expression cross the boy's face, but then it was gone, just a little boy struggling to survive. He noted that Pitbull had something on his arm, and a closer look revealed... where those spikes? Cool. No wonder he was thrown in here if he's got blades poking out of his arms.
Ted worked away at the grave, digging through the mud. It wasn't easy going, and he had to wipe sweat from his forehead continuously to stop it rolling into his eyes. He sighed as he leaned against his shovel for a breather. "I'm sure the other X-men won't abandon us; Tristan's out there, and Dream, and there are other faces I havn't seen here yet. They'll come, don't worry." He bent back to digging, keeping an eye onthe guards to make sure they weren't paying too much attention to their conversation.
"You must have been living under a rock for last century" Deathstar replied to Pitbull slyly, "X-men are the people who will get us out of here" she took a deep breathe and resumed work, throwing dirt over her shoulder, she slowly pulls her hair back from her face while looking back at Mathew.
"Whats the matter with you?" she said to Mathew obviously something was bothering him, with that being said she focused on her attention on Ted.
"I'm sure the other X-men won't abandon us; Tristan's out there, and Dream, and there are other faces I havn't seen here yet. They'll come, don't worry.",
"I'm not worried, I just wish they hurry up", Deathstar said as she threw another patch of dirt over her shoulder.
"Whats the matter with you?" Deathstar demanded, catching his attention.
Mathew looked over her her slowly with a 'who, me?' expression on his face. While he spoke he carried on digging, making it seem inconsequential.
"Oh..." he whispered, "I was just thinking - do you really think they'd help us out of here? I mean, is there really a chance?" He asked hopefully. His eyes caught one of his fingers. So pale... why, it almost looked like a cigarette. Yes, a cigarette! He blinked and looked away.
God, I've got to get my hands on one somehow.
"I'm sure the other X-men won't abandon us; Tristan's out there, and Dream, and there are other faces I havn't seen here yet. They'll come, don't worry.", Ted said encouragingly.
Inside, Mathew snorted. Outside, his eyes were wide and intrigued. It took his mind off those deathly little sticks, at any rate. He kept his eyes carefully away from anything resembling a cigarette - this was a good idea. Why, look at Deathstar's eyes; red, nothing to do with fags. Just red, like the burning end... crap. He looked around again. The shovels reminded him of big fat cigars, the very dirt of loose tobacco. He looked at Ted's eyes instead. Nothing weird of fag-esque about them. Why, they were grey! Just normal, non-tobacco-related grey... just like smoke. He raised an eyebrow discreetly and groaned inside.
"I'm not worried, I just wish they hurry up",
"Me too." Mathew said vaguelly, his tone light and dreamy.
"So," he said, looking around at everyone gathered, "What does everyone do? I mean like, powers."
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Ted noticed Matthew looking at him oddly, but he was a little used to that. Every now and then someone would notice his weird eye colour, and have a pretty similar reaction. "I'm a werewolf." He grinned at Matthew, before going back to digging."But, it's not as cool as it sounds. I only transform when I get injured, like some sort of defence mechanism. And then I have to struggle to control it, or else I black out and wake up some time later, with no idea of what I did when transformed. But I'm getting good at controlling it, despite the guard's best efforts." He gave a dirty look at one of the guards, but bent to digging as she turned around. Didn't want to get shocked unnecessarily, not in front of his new friends.
"You must have been living under a rock for last century"
"No," Pit Bull replied, "just Queens." He smiled at Deathstar. "Deathstar, how do you get branded like that?"
Then, hearing Matthew's question, Haddix held up his forearms. "You're lookin' at it. Well, that and the fact that I couldn't sleep if I wanted to. And sometimes I really, really want to." He shrugged. "But hey, at least it's kept me from going pro in the only thing I'm good at, right?" He thumbed his nose, then took another shovelful of dirt out of the ground. He ran a hand over his head before shaking it in an attempt to further remove sweat from his brow. In honesty, the sweat didn't bother him as much as the stitches did, but the doctor had done as well as she could. After all, she's only human, right? Not like I'm really any more than that... He shrugged again, frowning momentarily in a noncommittal fashion.
"I was just thinking - do you really think they'd help us out of here? I mean, is there really a chance?" Mathew asked hopefully.
"I don't think, I know they are gonna save us, always remember when there is a will, theres a way" Deathstar said breathly while jabbing the shovel into the ground.
"What does everyone do? I mean like, powers."
"Well I can absorb anything I touch, including abilities from mutants, life forces from humans and I can transform my body to anything from absorbing inanimate objects, its complicated, but I can show you better than I can tell you, thanks to thses damn collars" she gently touches her collar trying to adjust it slightly.
"No," Pit Bull replied, "just Queens." He smiled at Deathstar. "Deathstar, how do you get branded like that?"
Deathstar blushed softly when Pitbull smiled at her, but quickly shrugged it off keeping her badass reputation known. "Me! branded? what exactly do you mean by that?", Deathstar asked while she rest her tired shoulders on top of the shovel again.
Haddix watched the girl's reaction, noting the offense taken more than the slight blush. "Hey, no offense meant," he said, "but I don't know many parents who would name their kids something like Deathstar. So did you come up with that yourself, or did someone give it to you?" He let the question hang in the air for a second, then said, "I mean don't get me wrong, I think it's a cool name, sure as shit cooler than being compared to a dog every time someone talks to you. Just wondering how you got it is all." He threw another shovelful of dirt over his shoulder, then set the shovel back to the dirt, stepping on it to force it into the earth.
Hm... powers sounded good so far. A lot of physical strength, some... abstract abilities too. He debated telling them about himself. The truth, or a lie? The truth, or a lie? Decisions, decisions...
"I have the ability to put people in a happy state of mind, like a good mood, at the expense of my own pain." He said, looking up and around.
He heard Pitbull's conversation with Deathstar, but instead of mentioning the nickname the guards had given him, he looked at the blind girl. She'd yet to reveal what her powers were.