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.
Cafas frowned a moment, thinking. "Three, maybe four years? Can't quite remember when I moved out." It had been a bit of a blur, graduating, moving, Calley going into the academy. Cafas was struggling to put a date on it. It seemed right enough.
"Wow, how much do you think a place like this costs?"
That was a question not often asked externally. Usually it was just the look on a person's face. Cafas shrugged. He'd lived there for years, trained there more days than he didn't, and he'd honestly never considered it. He was sure the Headmaster, and all the higher ups, were perfectly aware what it was worth. Cafas couldn't imagine that the Mansion wasn't constantly receiving offers, if for nothing else, to get rid of the school. "Honestly, I couldn't say. Millions, no doubt."
"Thank you for all your help, Now I don't suppose the fat cat that runs this whole operation needs a secretary do they?"
The hug had caught Cafas unawares, though it wasn't unwelcome. More people could stand to give him hugs, instead of fists to the face. Certain ungrateful robots, for instance. "You're welcome. In return, no more energy bolts, yeah?" Cafas gave a goon natured chuckle and began walking towards the offices. "I actually think we have some positions open. If you have any qualifications, this place is always in need of teachers?" Cafas could probably swing her and interview with the Headmaster easily enough.
The open space of the entrance gave way to corridors and doors. The offices were, luckily, nearly the first things on the second floor. Cafas opened the door, noted who was in, gave cursory nods in way of greeting, and pulled out a fresh application form. Well, it was more a long checklist with several pages of forms on the back. The Mansion made a point of knowing what its residents' powers were. It made providing suitable training, countermeasures, and preparation much easier. He pulled out a pen, a clipboard, and sat two chairs facing each other.
You're welcome. In return, no more energy bolts, yeah?" As they walked through the halls Danica gave a small smile of her own.
"Fair enough."
"I actually think we have some positions open. If you have any qualifications, this place is always in need of teachers?" Cafas said. That made Danica think for a moment, teaching was never a profession she'd considered in the past. However it wasn't exactly easy to find a job in a mutant friendly environment. The problem now was that Danica didn't have a lot of professional skills to offer.
"Hmm, I don't know if I would qualify for a teaching position, unless you have people looking for classes in shorthand dictation, typing, and making coffee, " Danica said.
The next point of interest came when Cafas retrieved a clipboard and some papers from a nearby office. When they were handed to Danica, and the chairs arranged, she hoped up and took a seat. Forms were nothing new to her, and the chance to have a safe haven in a place like this was something she wasn't about to pass up. Removing a pen from a pocket Danica clicked it and began to scribble information down. When it got to physical statistics she started to grumble lightly.
"Height... four foot... weight... none ya damn business..." Danica said, then upon reaching the page for ability description she looked up at Cafas. "Aw hell no, I ain't telling anybody jack about my powers until I know I have a place to stay. "
"Hmm, I don't know if I would qualify for a teaching position, unless you have people looking for classes in shorthand dictation, typing, and making coffee,"
"Well, you can at least have a chat to Kipperling about a secretarial position. God knows, the short-hand should help you keep track of the all things all of him are saying." It was liable to do Cafas' head in, running into multiple Kipperlings at once. He was nice and all, but the clones knew their time was limited, and they acted like it.
"Height... four foot... weight... none ya damn business..."
"Honestly, you're less than seven foot, and half a ton, so it's largely irrelevant. That bit is mostly for the purpose of specialty furniture needs." Furnishing the Mansion was not the easiest task, and the variety of special needs had led to no two bedrooms ever being the same. Luckily they still hadn't found the weight limit of their, already reinforced, flooring.
"Aw hell no, I ain't telling anybody jack about my powers until I know I have a place to stay. "
"Never seen someone get turned away. You're not even the most dangerous power on this floor. I can understand the hesitancy though. Rest assured, you've got a place here." Cafas would make sure of it, not that he thought he'd have to. "Something basic will do, so we know what we might need to watch out for." He tried to look like he fully believed that himself. A part of him suspected it was also partially for the X-men's records. He hadn't seen it ever used, but it would be remarkably easy.
With a little bit of a sigh Danica finally relented and began to give a detailed overview of her abilities. This wasn't easy for her to reveal, talking about this, even in print, made her feel vulnerable and exposed. More than once she stopped and looked up at Cafas with a small sigh. Then continued with the paperwork. Most of the way through the stack she mumbled almost absentmindedly, "Who runs this joint anyway?"
While writing Danica stopped for a moment and flexed her hand, as if to relieve a cramp. Not long after that an orange arc of energy danced down her forearm, then a few more over her body. Soon the chair Danica was sitting in began to vibrate. "Now, are you kidding me, right now?" Danica said, then handed the clipboard to Cafas. "You might want to get a good bit away from me, this could get... tricky."
Before long the screws vibrated out of the chair and she stood up as it fell apart. The kinetic energy continued crackling around Danica and rapidly grew in strength. After reaching a certain point the energy suddenly disappeared. "Bang," Danica said. Throwing her arms out and head back, an omnidirectional blast of kinetic energy ripped through the room flattening everything within a ten foot radius of her. Once the violent explosion of energy was gone, Danica fell forward and hit the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Cafas replied without looking up. "Headmaster Kipperling is as far up the chain of command as I've ever bothered looking into." The X-man was busying himself looking over a few of the more recent reports. Nothing new, really. Mirror had something about a mutant thief they'd run into. Apparently Aura had showed up. That boded poorly for the thief. He tossed the file back onto the desk and picked out another one.
It never f---ing stops around here...
"Now, are you kidding me, right now? You might want to get a good bit away from me, this could get... tricky."
Cafas took the clipboard and a pace backwards, reading over some of the information. Professional interest in what Danica could do. Her power seemed like it would lend itself to the X-men. He looked back up just in time to watch the chair she'd been sitting on collapse in on itself. "Huh." He grabbed a pen and wrote "No screws" under the furniture requirement notes.
"Bang,"
"What? Cafas looked up just in time to get clipped by the edge of a kinetic wave. Clipped was perhaps an understatement for being thrown into a wall, but compared to the usual fare for an X-man, he'd take it. The clipboard had managed to land itself on a desk, happily spinning. No-one else had even flinched. Living at the Mansion had that effect on people.
We really should look into that...
With a grunt, Cafas picked himself up off the floor and walked over to the prone form of Danica. He checked for and found a pulse, so that was a start. Unsure of how to proceed, but wanting to do something, Cafas randomly assigned Danica a room by herself, grabbed the key, and picked up the small woman in something of a bridal carry. "I cleaned up the last one, this one is yours." Cafas smiled over his shoulder. He picked up the clipboard somewhat awkwardly and started out of the office.
The last thing Danica expected was to wake up in a soft bed inside a nice room. In truth she wouldn't have been surprised to find a jail cell and iron bars after a display like that. Kindness was such a rarity for mutants that Danica wasn't entirely sure how to deal with it. Sitting up in bed she looked around and sighed. The sudden eruption of her abilities was both humiliating and embarrassing. "And that would be one of the aspects of my abilities that I can't control. I'm really sorry Cafas," Danica said. "So much for not trying to blow you up again. "
Now instead of being witty or sarcastic, Danica was depressed. It seemed like it was just one problem after another, then when it all seemed to start turning around, something like this happened. Normally Danica might make some sort of comment about being fully clothed in bed, but she just wasn't in the mood. More than anything she was at a loss for how to handle this. "How do you do it, put up with your life being turned inside out, powers you never wanted, a world full of people who hate you. How do you not just go crazy?"
"And that would be one of the aspects of my abilities that I can't control. I'm really sorry Cafas. So much for not trying to blow you up again."
Cafas' head snapped up to look at Danica. He'd been filling in a few of the office use sections of the form. He smiled good-humouredly at Danica, even though she seemed like she wasn't really up for it. "I wouldn't say you were trying with that one, only threw me into a wall, not a broken bone in sight. The office took a hit, but its seen worse." He laughed at a few choice memories. Temperamental mutations, and temperamental mutants. They had a bad habit of ruining the decor.
"How do you do it, put up with your life being turned inside out, powers you never wanted, a world full of people who hate you. How do you not just go crazy?"
Cafas raised an eyebrow, his smile dancing back into place after Danica's somber tone had wiped it away. "What makes you think we're not crazy? I mean, I'm part of a group of costumed superheroes. That's uh, pretty insane." He chuckled, standing and moving over to sit on the bed, his face growing slightly more serious as he did so. "Honestly, it's hard The powers you'll learn to accept, even harness them. You build a new life, because you have to. The hate will always hurt. It never gets easier. You just have to focus on the good people, and do your best to ignore the bigots." Cafas offered a wan smile. It seemed an apology for not being able to help more.
"The people here though, are here for you, and you could do worse than to try and start rebuilding from here."
Trying to see the best in people wasn't easy for Danica when there was so much ugliness in the world, especially toward mutants. There were times that she wanted to lash out at everyone and everything, yet deep down she knew it wouldn't accomplish anything. The only thing that seemed to be going well for her so far was a place to stay and people that wouldn't be freaked out by what she was. There was at least a small sense of security here, and that was something Danica would have to work with. There was something else that was starting to form in the depths of her mind. Danica was becoming angry over how she'd been treated, but this wasn't the type of anger that you lashed out at people with. This was the type of anger that made you get up whenever someone knocked you down, because they knocked you down.
"Thank you for all your help Cafas, I really do appreciate it. If you don't mind I think I'd like to be alone for a while, I need to think some things over," Danica said.