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.
Despite having access to skills and experience that people could only dream of, Agnes was really struggling to hold her own against Winnie. It wasn’t so much that she was an amazing fighter, it was the fact that her mutant abilities kept creeping into her head and causing her confusion. If she stared at her for too long, Winnie became the most beautiful creature that she ever beheld and all she wanted to do was stop fighting and kiss her. If she touched her for too long, she wanted to rip her clothes off and keep her happy the rest of her life. The woman was a goddamn enchantress and Agnes needed to find some way of stopping her.
Winnie was starting to tire. Agnes could see it on her face. However, the more tired she became, the more she continued to pour into her abilities. Her mutant powers seemed to be getting stronger but Agnes guessed that was out of desperation to win this fight. Anyone else would have given up by now, why was she fighting so, so hard? Appeasing S.U.P.E.R. couldn’t mean that much to her, could it? Agnes shook her head, grumbling, until she remembered something Winnie said earlier – more were coming. If more were coming and she was just stalling for time, what was keeping th—
No. No! NO!!
Agnes eyes suddenly widened as she glared at the woman. She was stalling her so that the rest of the agents could deal with her Uncle Blood! The panic of thinking about her uncle immediately began to kick Agnes into high gear. There was no more playing around, no more dancing around this woman. She was going to stop her if it was the last thing that she did – she had an uncle she needed to rescue.
”I won’t let you take him!” she shouted angrily. Suddenly she lunged forward, snapping her leg out with a powerful kick, following by another one. Winnie managed to block the first but the second came with such ferocity that she gasped at the sensation of being kicked in the chest. She stumbled backwards, snarling and falling onto her side. Agnes was quick to drop to her knee and slam her fist down, into the side of the woman’s face. ”I won’t!!”
Winnie, seeing stars, gasped as she snapped her face back towards Agnes, her dark eyes flashing dangerously before a sickening smile swept across her lips. “You really are all brawn, aren’t you, you ****ing moron.”
Agnes shouted and raised her fist again but the strongest wave of love, caring, and lust swept over her as she glared at the woman. She was filling her head with pleasurable sensations, with promises of sweet caresses, of tender nights filled with love and sweat. A voice screamed in her head, telling her that all she wanted to do was to service this dark-skinned goddess, that she was the only creature in this world that mattered, or would ever matter, to Agnes. All she had to do was lower her fist and embrace her. But even as the thoughts careened in her head, Agnes couldn’t let go of the one image that fluttered about her mind…that of her uncle.
“Stop, Agnes,” Winnie commanded as she moved to sit up. “Stop…love ME.”
”Grrrrr….” she snarled. Practically foaming at the mouth, she tried to shut down everything in her mind except for the image of her uncle. ”STOOOOPPPP!!!!” She screamed and lashed out with her fist.
The sound was satisfying to her ears. As Thomas had lifted her up off the ground, Agnes had wrapped her legs around his arm, on foot planted on his shoulder and the other leg wrapped tight around the length of his musculature. Firmly holding tight, the young woman had held her breath as the man still tried to choke the life out of her. Despite the pain he was in, despite the humiliation that she doled out on him, he was bound to make her pay for each and every bit of it; so obsessed was he with this that he think to stop her before she pulled outward and firmly dug her heel into his joint.
The snap and the pop sound was exactly what she was going for. It rang throughout the entire arena, her body holding tight as she hear sinews rip and a joint pop out of place. Thomas screamed the most unearthly, blood curdling sound as she flailed, his limb falling dead in Agnes’ grasp. His fingers loosened, his arm fell dead in her grip. As he bared his teeth, reaching over his with free hand, Agnes took the opportunity to wriggle free from this grip and leap away, rolling from him.
A few, quick short breathes were taken as she felt herself struggling to maintain a hold of her conscious mind. She had to keep going, there was no time for rest, not yet. Straightening up from her crouch, she snapped her attention back to Thomas. The man was weeping now, quivering as he felt his disjointed shoulder with his one remaining hand. Slouched over, shivering, bloodied and whimpering, he looked like a dog that had been beaten and left by the side of the road. But that incurred no sympathy from the woman; her fists only tightened.
Turning her head, she felt her vertebrae pop. The sound was loud enough that Thomas turned to face her, his one good eye catching hold. Good, she wanted him to see this coming. She ran towards him, cracked ribs jabbing her, split lip leaking blood into her mouth, this was finally coming to an end.
Agnes ran. It may cost her to leave Winnie behind like that, but she didn’t care about the broken, bloodied woman that she left behind. Besides, it wasn’t as if the young woman wasn’t breathing. She heard a few wheezing, shallowed breaths escape through her broken in nose and teeth. Winnie would wake up; she would be in complete and utter pain, but she was going to wake up. Agnes made sure that that was an option for her. But now, she needed to focus on her uncle and the danger that he was currently in.
Leaving the bloodied woman behind, Agnes dashed through the streets of Paris. She cursed herself from wandering so far from her uncle, leaving him behind was the biggest mistake that she could have made. He had drilled it into her that S.U.P.E.R. was after them, that they had ways of finding people and that the second they allowed themselves to get comfortable was the second that they found themselves dead. If anything happened to her uncle, the only thing she would be able to blame was herself. This was her fault.
As she traversed the city, her obscenities to herself only continued to grow and grow. Had she really wandered so far from their hotel? Had she really wandered away that long and that far? Of course only minutes had passed but, to her, it felt like hours. For every second that she took to run and parkour through the streets, she could imagine a thousand possible endings that could have befallen her relative; each one more terrifying and heartbreaking than the last. She wasn’t going to allow it! Even as her heart pounded and the sweat poured across her forehead, she knew that she wasn’t going to allow this to happen.
Once Agnes rounded a corner she could see the golden lights of their hotel flickering in the distance. In the second that she took to breathe, she couldn’t see or hear anything inherently wrong, so maybe she was on time! Maybe Winnie didn’t deter her as long as she had thought she had! Still, she had to hurry. Even as exhaustion wanted to seep into her bones and muscles, Agnes ignored her jelly-like legs and continued to push herself towards the hotel. She had to get there. She just had to before it was too late.
Pumping her limbs, she pushed on, carrying herself forward and through the glass doors. Her arm wrapped around her ribs, she winced with every step and ignored the sounds of the hotel staff trying to stop her to inquiry after her health. She waved them off, pushing on, through the halls, through the doors, and into the elevator that slowly carried her up to their floor. When she stepped off, she found things eerily and strangely quiet. The sounds of TVs were the only thing that lifted through the halls so, for a moment, she truly believed that everything was safe and sound.
A smile pulled at her lips. Relief. She made it here on time. But she couldn’t celebrate yet. She needed to warn her uncle and they had to get out of here. So, limping down the hall, she made it to their room, opened it with her key and stepped in.
“Well hey there, sweetheart…” an unfamiliar voice said. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
Agnes gulped. Standing there, over the bruised, kneeling body of her uncle, was a man. Towering, huge, and with red hair, his grin was sickeningly sweet as he held a knife to Uncle Blood’s throat. ”U-U-Uncle...” she squeaked.
The man, someone whom she would later on learned would bear the name Thomas, inclined his head towards her. “Close the door. And step in. Slowly.”
Lacking another choice, Agnes quivered as she slowly stepped in and closed the door behind her.
It was a massacre. It was almost as if the dam that was holding back any semblance of humanity the girl possessed had fully toppled over. She pounced upon the fallen, blooding man, and lashed out with such a devastating kick that for the briefest of moments it seemed as if his face had partially caved in. As he stumbled with an exhausted OOMPH! onto his back, the broken man was fully splayed out, arms out-stretched. At this moment, just a glance at the man proved that he was done with this fight – but she wasn’t done with him.
Pouncing upon his chest, Agnes screamed as she straddled him and raised her fist. Punches flew in a complete blur as she buried her knuckles into his cheeks over and over again. Each blow turned his head one way and then back to the other. Over and over again Agnes poured all of her hate, malice, and unbridled anger out on this man, this very man whom she had met before. To him she was just another fool-hearty woman, ripe for conquering, but to Agnes this man was a phantom that she had been chasing for years, and now was the time for her to gain her retribution.
She didn’t care if it wouldn’t bring back her uncle. She didn’t care if she was “descending down to his level”, all that mattered to Agnes was that she made this man bleed, and bleed, and bleed for the mass of human lives that he had made miserable. He needed to be tried and her fists were the judge, jury, and, soon to be, executioners.
It is needless to say that a battle broke out in that once elegant hotel room, the last one that Agnes would ever see with her uncle. After she had stepped into the room, her eyes downcast and masked in defeat, she could scarcely hear the voice of the brutish man who held her uncle at knife point. Like a villain in a comic book, he monologued, talking about tracking the both of them down, about using Agent Alpha 2 (Winnie) to keep Agnes occupied until they could dispatch of her uncle. It was revealed then that this whole time that they had been on the run, S.U.P.E.R. had given up on chasing her uncle, they wanted her. Her abilities were far more impressive and her youth meant that they would get a lot of years of service out of her. She was their perfect weapon.
The seeds of guilt had been planted but it would take time for them to germinate. Instead all she felt was seething rage against the man who loomed victoriously over herself and her uncle. As her eyes wandered over both, even glancing to the other agents in the room, Agnes found herself struggling to hold back her anger. She wanted to slip into rage but she knew what would happen if she did – people would hurt, and boy how they would hurt. But right now she didn’t care. She needed to break something – or rather, someone.
But as she struggled to hold back the rage that was boiling over, her gaze settled on her uncle who was tiredly kneeling, bloodied and looking far worse for the ware. As she glanced to him, she watched as he lifted his head to her and gave her only the softest of smiles. It was then that he did the one thing she didn’t expect: he nodded his head and muttered only one, barely heard sentence…
“Do it.”
The dam broke. Agnes quivered as she let the man’s words ricochet in her head. He was telling her to do it, to let go, to stop holding back the monster that she knew dwelled in her heart. But as much as she wanted to, it was taking its time. She struggled to reach that point of pure and undiluted anger, but every time she was found just one last barrier that she couldn’t cross. Then, it happened.
Uncle Blood bucked, knocking his head back into Thomas stomach, making him retch as she stumbled backwards. Hopping onto his feet, her uncle grabbed a nearby baton and a pistol from an agent and started to fight like a wild cat. But she knew it wouldn’t last long. He as hurt, he was limping, he was dizzy and tired. She could scarcely run to his aid, though, when strong arms wrapped around her from behind, causing her to knock her head back, breaking open the woman’s nose who held her. The two were fighting now and nothing could seemingly escape from the war that raged on. Bodies flew, bones were broken, and the agents soon found themselves fighting against cornered animals who wanted nothing more but freedom. The only thing that would halt the slaughter was the flash of silver and the grunt of the blade being driven deep, through the back of her uncle.
Agnes snapped her attention back and there she saw Thomas, digging and twisting his knife into her uncle’s back. As the man arched unnaturally and started to fall to his knees, the realization of what was happening broke through the last barrier in her head like sledgehammer. Self-control crumbled as she snarled and turned her eyes to Thomas. With a primal scream of rage she hurled herself at him and in the moments that followed, she only saw, felt, and smelled red.
By the time the red filtered away from Agnes’ eyes, she found that she was merely straggling a torso with a bruised, bloodied, and broken matchhead for a face. Breathing heavily, Agnes was momentarily surprised by the silence around her, so much so that she wondered if maybe she had just been sitting here for so long that absolutely everything had left simply out of discomfort. But as she let out a shaky breath, she lifted her tender neck up and shifted her gaze to the crowd around them. Everyone was there, but they had been stunned into complete silence – a far cry from how they were when she had first entered the area.
Another glance to Thomas and Agnes gulped. Anyone viewing the sight would have hurled their contents of their stomachs out, but Agnes merely stared at him. If he wasn’t already dead, he would be soon. For a second Agnes was scared, fearful of what she had done, but that fear was soon replaced with anger as the image of her uncle filtered through her head. No, she wasn’t going to feel bad for this. She wasn’t going to allow herself to feel bad for this; he deserved it.
As a final insult, Agnes spat in the bloodied remains of the “Irish Hound’s” face and carefully stood up. She winced, still feeling her bruised ribs and the blood began to spill anew in her mouth. She didn’t care, though. She still didn’t remove her mask as she stood there, stretching out her spine and looking over the entire crowd, almost daring to even breathe wrong at her. But instead of the condemnation that she had expected, she was actually met with something that was far different…applause.
“YEEEAAHHH!!”
“KICK A**!!!!!”
“BADA*** B****!!!”
“BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!!”
Agnes dropped her head. She didn’t do this to gain their favor, she did it because it was justice that needed to be served. Stepping away from the fallen man, Agnes turned towards the chainlink door that was swiftly pulled open. From outside there came the announcer, the man was green around the gills but he didn’t dare let his eyes wander to the fallen body. Instead he merely grabbed Agnes’ wrist and lifted her arm so that her fist was in the air, a sign of victory.
“Yes! Ladies and Gentlemen!! We have our winner! BLOOOOOOOOOOD!” he shouted, churning the crowd up into made and powerful fervor. They chanted, they screamed, and they wanted to see more. However, certain matters needed to be attended to and now that there was a body on the floor, locations would have to be changed yet again But the money that rolled in would surely quell any concerns that the announcer had. He merely grinned wide and glanced to Agnes. “You’re a beast, kid.” He said. Come with me, I’ll get your money.”
Agnes merely nodded her head. Her hands shook from how bruised and sore they were. Every second that her adrenaline continued to dip, she found herself not feeling as proud about what she had done. But that was a guilt she would have to deal with at a later time. As she headed out of the cage, she told herself that only two things mattered: 1.) her uncle’s killer faced justice, and 2.) the money would go towards the Xs. That was all anyone could have ever asked for. If she had the ability to provide even then much, then so be it. She would gladly take the ride to hell, knowing she did at least two good things tonight.