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.
Tap, tap, taptaptaptaptap. His mechanical pencil fluttered between the copycat's fingers to tap against his homework. His incomplete homework.
Booooooooring.
Wait. Was that Gawa-whatever? Jude frowned and flipped open his phone to check his file: PeopleWhoMightNotSuck.txt.
Yeah. Gawain. Jude slid his arm across the table and dumped everything into the opening of his bag. This was his chance. The guy was RIGHT THERE. There just wasn't TIME to care about wrinkled maths.
"Ahem." The Frenchman, soon to be turning 15, cleared his throat as he approached the older brown-haired boy. Funny. He still thought of many of the X-men as boys when he was now younger. He slung his backpack onto his shoulder despite the pencil and book spine jabbing out the open zipper.
"You do Danger Room sessions and stuff, right?" Well. There really was nothing to do but ask honestly, no matter how embarassing. "Can you teach me to not get beat up by girls?"
The school looked like a school, for once. Kids going to classes, doing homework, running around like puppies on the Mansion grounds. In the rare times between national mutant-human crises and the Mansion being invaded or blown up, the School for the Gifted could be a really nice place.
Gawain was on his way bock to the office from doing rounds when the kid stopped him.
>>"Ahem... You do Danger Room sessions and stuff, right? Can you teach me to not get beat up by girls?"
The mirrorwalker turned around and blinked at the kid. He did not look much younger than Gawain was when he first arrived at the Mansion. French accent. Backpack with school stuff.
"Sure" he nodded, and offered a hand "Don't think we have met, though. My name's Gawain. Also... um, why do girls want to beat you up in the first place?"
And just like that he agreed? Gawain went up to second place in the PeopleWhoMightNotSuck list. He probably wasn't going to outpace Uncle Simon, but things were looking up.
"Jude." He held up his hands to tell Gawain that hand-shaking really wasn't his thing. "Sorry. My power gets grabby when I shake hands." And he liked his current ability more than the unknown.
> "Also... um, why do girls want to beat you up in the first place?"
Sigh. "Eh. It's probably because I have a bad habit of saying what comes to mind." And also of changing ages, and faces, and powers, and sometimes even when he was just being friendly. "I also spent more focus on my power and less on defense." In a fight, he was pretty much a limp noodle. He did some strength training, but he didn't want to become a macho man. He just wanted to stop getting beat up.
"Powers are easier to practice on your own time, you know?"
Without being willing to just walk up and punch somebody, there was only so much he could do out here in the real world to practice fighting.
>>"Jude. Sorry. My power gets grabby when I shake hands."
An eyebrow shot up. Grabby? What, the kid had tentacles or someth... Oh. That kid.
>>"Eh. It's probably because I have a bad habit of saying what comes to mind. I also spent more focus on my power and less on defense. Powers are easier to practice on your own time, you know?"
"Tell me about it" Gawain grinned. He vaguely remembered now seeing the file of this kid, mostly because his powers were unique enough for a warning. Miss Taylor was very mysterious about most of it, but Gawain got the impression that he was some kind of a copycat.
"All right, let's go" he nodded towards the hallway "Unless you have a class to go to. Can't skip classes for DR, them's the rules."
Did he have a class? "Nope. Was just doing homework." Between classes. But technically, right NOW? No. No class. Besides. It was getting hot outside this summer so PE could suck it. He was actually going to do something useful this way.
Jude trotted after the much taller boy. "So do you have, like, a plan? I tried to get Saph to teach me something once and he just hit me with newspaper." Of course he had been trying to get a lesson out of Saph during detention. Seriously. Jude was trying everything he could.
They crossed the main area and down into the shiny, shiny X-man territory. Really, access to all those resources would be the best thing about being an X-man.
>>"So do you have, like, a plan? I tried to get Saph to teach me something once and he just hit me with newspaper."
"Well, if Saph could hit ya with a newspaper we've got our work cut out for us" Gawain grinned as he punched in the code and the DR room slid open. It was one of his favorite places in the Mansion, and he still remembered being this kid's age and getting the snot beat out of him by Sam.
"First off, I'm gonna need to know about what your powers do. Or what you know they do, anyhow. The DR is a pretty safe place, but I don't like starting a training blind. We'll start with self-defense, and move on to the simulations later when you've found your legs. Sounds good?"
"Is Mister Saph bad at fighting?" Oh dear. If he was, Jude might just be hopeless. "He seemed, uhm, competent to me."
As for his powers, "I do what you do." Hands in his pockets, Jude looked around the empty Danger Room as the door whooshed open. It looked harmless now, but he knew better. "Only, right now, I do what a kid named Henry in my maths class does." Poor kid. Who, under the age of 50, was named Henry these days? "He can make his body into a simple material he touches so, rock and steel or dirt and stuff." He'd taken that one because it was pretty easy not to accidentally turn into rock. Less simple to keep from hearing whispers or speak in a different language.
Jude pulled his backpack off and left it by the door. "Self defense is what I want most anyway." Well, specifically self defense against ladies. It was okay to punch a girl too, right?
>>"Is Mister Saph bad at fighting? He seemed, uhm, competent to me."
"I was kidding." Gawain chuckled "He hits like an eighteen wheeler. Literally. I've seen him jump off a skyscraper once and land fine. He doesn't beat on the students, though."
Which made him a very competent teacher, that did.
>>"I do what you do. Only, right now, I do what a kid named Henry in my maths class does. He can make his body into a simple material he touches so, rock and steel or dirt and stuff."
"Oh. That kid." Gawain, once again, vaguely remembered some files and some orientation conversations. Students who were too young or not interested in training usually managed to fly under his radar, since he was in no position to contribute to their academic development.
I should finish high school.
>>"Self defense is what I want most anyway... So what do you do?"
It was a fair question; a mimic was always difficult to deal with, so in order not to get him trapped in a mirror, Gawain paused to explain.
"I'm a mirrorwalker. I can teleport through reflecting surfaces, and take people with me. I can... um, also walk into movies. I don't recommend it, it's all kinds of freaky."
Gah. Now Jude just proved how little he knew. Well. Maybe it was better that way. Gawain would know what he was getting into here. Also, the info on the skyscraper jumping was good. Jude filed that away for later.
>"I'm a mirrorwalker."
That was without a doubt "So cool! Movies? Are you sure you didn't just choose the wrong ones?" There were some rated G movies that could use some serious rearranging by Jude's estimation. The gears were already spinning.
But alas, "We're not going to be using any powers are we?"
>>"So cool! Movies? Are you sure you didn't just choose the wrong ones?"
"You know nothin', Jude" Gawain smirked as the door slid closed behind them, and the lights dimmed from the fluorescent glow to something more suitable for no-simulation training. He was not going to start explaining the mechanics of dying in various films. Or being a two-dimensional cartoon figure. With wings.
>>"We're not going to be using any powers are we?"
"Nope, not unless they accidentally kick in" he shook his head "Powers are not always reliable. You gotta learn the basics first. Like, trowing a punch."
As good a start as any. Sam always opened with that.
Gawain turned and faced the kid, his arms hanging at his sides.
Throwing a punch? But current Jude was quite a bit smaller than Gawain. Not that being small was going to stop him from trying.
"Uhm. Okay."
He pushed up his sleeves. He put his fists up sort of kind of like he'd seen boxers do on tv. Uhm. Okay. Yeah. He threw a punch at Gawain's chest. But he didn't really want to hurt him. He was pretty sure he couldn't hurt him.
"I'm not 100% interested in punching. I'm more into the whole not getting punched part."
Face? Jude mouthed the word as if it took some for the idea to sink in. Yeah. Face.
"Okay. But. Don't get hurt." Jude shuffled forward a step and started his punch as lame as the last one. Half-way into it he realized how pathetic it was and he put a bit more of his shoulder into it. Jude's shoulders were possibly the strongest part about the boy— he'd borrowed a couple powers that necessitated wing strength, that and shooting from the outside in basketball.
Pretty much, if Gawain (or his face) wasn't there to catch him, he was going to fall over from his over-commitment.
That swing was significantly better than the first one. Gawain side-stepped out of the way and grabbed Jude's arm, swinging him around in a half circle to keep him from falling on his face.
"Definitely better." he nodded, making sure the kid found his feet again "You've got the strength, but not the control. You need to plant your feet. I mean, throwing yourself adds umpfh to the punch, but you can only do it once, because you either tackle me or end up on your face. For hitting... and for dodging hits... you need to find your feet first. So that's what we'll start with. Balance."
As if on cue, the lights dimmed again in the room.
"Danger Room, basic training program, balance module." Gawain called out into the air above "Training supervisor codename: Mirror."
The room came to life. No simulations appeared, but the floor suddenly got... unsure would be the best way to describe it. Not quite flat, and not quite stationary...
He aimed for the face and somehow they ended up dancing a stupid little doesy-do.
> "Definitely better."
"What?" Because that didn't feel better. Jude frowned at Gawain and listened to what the older boy had to say. Uh. Okay. Feet. The copycat looked at his feet. He looked at Gawain's feet. He tried to arrange his like Gawain.
Wasn't this getting unnecessarily complicated? He just wanted to not get hit!
> "Danger Room, basic training program, balance module."
The room did it's version of a polite nod of the lighting system and then things got... wibbly.
"Whoa~" He had to widen his stance and take a few steps back, but Jude didn't fall flat on his ass. That felt like a step in the right direction. "Am I-?" He had to abandon speaking in favor of taking another step. It was then that Jude realized that keeping his knees bent made life a tad easier. Sorta like when the subway started and stopped. Ha! He looked for Gawain and tried again. "Am I supposed to be punching you again?"