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.
The look on Dante’s face was that of complete and utter surprise and terror. Staring at his younger sister, the man took several steps back as he watched a legion of insects spill out of her mouth, all of which were forming a defensive line around her. It seemed almost impossible to behold and yet, here he was, staring at this seeming strangeness. Dante merely shook his head, unsure of what to think to say as he spied his sister vomited up more insects before they then started to crawl out of seams on her arms and legs. It was an army and Dante seemed at a loss for what to do.
Agnes’ wings fluttered, lifting her to the ground as she started hatefully at her brother. She had looked up to him for so many years, loved him, trusted him, and to find out that he knew what happened her and didn’t even bother to find her. That alone seemed like the deepest cut, the most unforgivable sin. All she saw before her was red and all she heard in her ears was a high-pitched sound that egged her one to cause harm rather than to listen. He was just as bad as any of the members of the church and she wanted to make sure that he knew that.
She hovered closer, her wings beating hard, her insects following her commands and blanketing the roof top. A few edged close to Dante but the man stepped back, looking panicked between her and the impending army. He looked even worse when fear painted his face. His gauntness because more visible, his sunken eyes made his face look almost skull-like. Any semblance of the young man she knew was gone and now all she saw was a veritable skeleton of her brother and it made her both sick…and sad.
”Angel. Please…” Dante tried to reason. ”I did come back. I did, but you were already gone. I watched the house! You ran away and I…I didn’t even know where to begin to look. Angel, please, I…I never wanted this for you…never…”
A mass of wasps and flies all bombarded Dante. The man screamed and flailed, struggling to swipe any of them away. However they proved to be small, dodging between his hands and buffeting his face further and further. As the man struck the open air, Agnes continued to advance. He could have teleported away if he had a second to concentrate but the continuous onslaught of the insects was proving that to be an impossible feat. There was no way he could keep deflecting all of them and that, in and of itself, seemed to be keeping him from fleeing.
He tried to shout out, he tried to keep apologizing, but his words were being drowned out by the buzzing that covered his features. Even as the roaches and ants began to crawl at his legs, Dante, still tried to beg and apologize before he stumbled back, landing on his butt. He shook his head and swung his arms but the insects kept coming. Feeling them under his shirt, Dante ripped it off, swiping at them, scooping them off, only for more to replace them. It was hell at its finest.
But as Dante flailed and screamed, Agnes found herself watching him and slowly beginning to settle back down on the ground. The anger that she had fueling her sapped away and as her eyes focused, she saw the fine details of what looked like a brand that had been burned into Dante’s chest – the very same she used to carry. Shaking, and unable to control herself, Agnes fell to her knees the more she looked at her brother. The scars. The cuts, the burns, the whiplashes, and especially the brand, all of them were exactly the same as the ones she had suffered.
It seemd that, indeed, Dante knew what she had gone through – in more ways than one.
As the attack stopped, it became clear to Agnes that she had been only somewhat justified in her anger. Yes, Dante knew that she had suffered, but he had suffered as well. The scars looked a little old but bot entirely. Definitely not as old as hers had been when she had gotten them removed. So why was Dante carrying this scars? Working for the Church surely must have been the reason but with his abilities, it wasn’t exactly like they could have kept him in place. So why did he stay? Why did he do these things for them? Agnes was in a slightly better headspace to actually listen to reason so she sucked in a breath, settled down, and summon her insects to rejoin her.
She didn’t bother to turn away as the bugs crept up her body, into her mouth and through the slits in her arms and legs. She wanted him to see that part, to know what she was, before she continued to and cautiously held any sympathy for him. It was a crappy tactic but it was exactly what the young woman need to impress upon the man right now. So, once her bugs were fully nestled into place, Agnes took a calming breath and began to pace. She didn’t offer comforting words at first and instead kept silence as she just watched him out of the corner of her eye.
Stepping just a little closer, Agnes slowly crouched down, keeping a safe distance as she stared at the scars and brands all over Dante’s body. It may have been brash to just come right out and ask about them, but the truth was that it didn’t matter anymore. He had explaining to do and Agnes was going to get her answers.
With a nod to his bare chest, she gestured to them. ”Those scars…” she said gently. ”You already know that I know what they are. When did the church try to exorcise you? And , if that’s the case, why on this green earth are you ****ing working for them?”
Dante was quiet. With his hand pressed to his chest, his breathing had finally slowed down but not before the tears continued to swell in his eyes. He was clearly beyond angry and upset with himself but talking about the scars was going to be a hard subject for him. He shivered in the cold of the night and, slowly, returned his shirt to his body, covering his form and the scars that were nestled so deeply onto his flesh. He took several quivering breathes before he finally turned his attention to Agnes, his eyes sparkling with the tears that rolled down his cheeks.
”You can believe me or not…” he started. ”But I did go back for you.” He sniffled. ”Not as soon as I should have…but I did. By the time I did, you were already gone. You ran away. I tried, Angel, I tried to find you,” he whispered harshly. ”New York is a big place. I looked everywhere I could think but…nothing.”
He hung his head. Eyes closed, he shook his head, cursing himself silently and pounding his fist against the gravely surface of the roof. He was the image of a man who had given up far sooner than he should have. It made Agnes’ heart ache a little for him but she wasn’t ready to forgive him just yet. Not when he was talking and giving her the answers that she had been waiting so long for.
”After some time…” he continued. ”I didn’t know what to think. I hoped, maybe, you had gone off to a better life. A happy family, maybe, took you in or something. That’s the only thing that gave me peace so…I let you go. I lived my life, away from the Church. Away from mom and dad. Eventually…I…I had a life of my own…” Fresh tears started to fall.
”Her name was Juliette,” Dante finally said. ”She was a coffee barista next to the autoshop I worked at. We…hit it off pretty well. Laughed…she was my everything…” He looked distantly out into the open air. ”I still thought you from time to time, you know? He said a half-hearted smile. ”I would be sitting in bed watching TV or work on a motorcycle, and I would think ‘I wonder what Angel is doing today…’ ‘I wonder if she saw this movie?’, you know, stupid **** like that.”
Agnes closed her eyes, trying to keep from crying herself. In many ways she understood where he was coming from. She herself had those kinds of thoughts about him, shed those very same tears concerning his fate. She had wanted to know what had happened to him but had figured that he had found a better life for himself. Of course he wonderings began to end and she could only think that the young man had passed on. After all the time that had passed, she had assumed that he would have eventually found her. She was apparently wrong.
”Yeah…” she said softly.
Dante gulped, his eyes twinkling again. ”It was a good life, sis. A happy life. And then, that’s when they came.” He could only be referring to the Church of the Everlasting Eye at this point. ”It was a random meeting. They were trying to sell me on their ideals, not realizing who I was, at first. And when they did, well…they got to me the only way they could have – through Jules.”
Agnes closed her eyes, shaking her head and placed her face in her hands. This was utterly ridiculous. Not Dante’s story but the actions that the Church had gone to against herself and her sibling. She wanted to tear them apart herself now but she couldn’t. Still, she couldn’t focus on her own revenge right now, she needed to listen to Dante and his own story.
”They tried to nab me before, you know?” Dante admitted. ”At the body shop, they tried to black bag me but…you know…my powers. I got away. I figured I was untouchable but they were more than happy to prove me wrong.” His eyes grew distant again. ”When I got home, I found the place in shambles. There was a note to come meet them for a chat, otherwise…” he shook his head.
Agnes crept closer to her brother. While she wanted to stay on her guard, all she was hearing from Dante was the undiluted truth. She had wanted to know all this, wanted to know what kept her brother away and why he was suddenly working for the Church. While she was getting a better picture of what happened, she still was fuzzy as to why he was still with them. Surely his abilities would have been able to get him out, right?
Dante took a shaky breath, his head lulling down as he struggled to find the words that he wanted to say next. Too broken hearted to let the man suffer like this, Agnes moved ever closer and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She hugged him close and tilted her head against his. It was too horrific to think about, apparently.
Dante fell apart the second he felt his sister’s arms wrap around his shoulders. He wept opening and disgustingly, little caring for how this made him look. All that mattered to him was this his years of suffering had finally had an outlet, a sympathetic ear. There was nothing more important to him in these few safe moments where he could just unload and let all the gunk and evil and bile that had nestled in his frame out to wither away in the open air. It was a purge and nothing was going to stop him from finishing.
His head on Agnes’ shoulder, Dante continued. ”I went…hoping to save Jules…” he sniffled. ”But she wasn’t there. It was just the fanatics and they had pictures of her. They beat her, so badly, Angel. So badly I wanted to tear their hearts out.” He shook like a leaf. ”But they said…if I worked for them…she would be safe. I was desperate.” he admitted. ”I couldn’t ‘port to her without knowing where she was. And…there was so much blood. So…I agreed.”
He hung his head. He lifted his shirt to show his thin abdomen and the scars that were all laid out with perfect precision. It was almost identical to the patterns that Agnes had suffered. It must have been part of their ritual, the specific placement of these wounds. It was agonizing to think that another had suffered through it, especially her sibling. So she stroked his hair, trying to show that she was there for him, even though they had been separated by years.
”The exorcism was grueling,” he said. ”They told me, if I joined, that they would let her go.” His lip began to quiver. ”After I had agreed…t-they showed me her body. They let her go,” he cried openly. ”They said they let her go to be judged by God now!”
Agnes closed her eyed and held Dante tighter. The weeping was uncontrollable as it wafted off him like a wave. His whole body shook as he clung onto his sister, anger and sadness merging together into a mess that either one of them could control any more. She simply wasn’t sure what to think about the whole thing anymore. All that matter to the young woman was that her brother from suffering and she needed to comfort him, exactly how she wanted to be comforted all those years ago. It seemed that their separate lives had gone full circle.
With another sniffle, she sighed as she held her quivering brother. She was trying to wrap her mind around what the Church had done to him. He had agreed to undergo the exorcism for the sake of his wife but she had been killed anyways. That begged the question…what was he still doing with them? Even if they had broken him down enough to temporarily join, the death of his wife should have been enough to shock him out of obedience. Even Agnes had to admit that if she had been given such an ultimatum concerning Becca River, then she would have certainly raged with the fire of Hell itself.
But he stayed. Why did he stay?
Shaking her head, Agnes tried to gently hum for the man, stroking his hair and struggled to keep her own tears at bay. However, her curiosity got the better of her as she just had to ask the question that was poking in the back of her mind like a thorn.
”Dante, I-I’m sorry you had to suffer through that,” she whispered. In doing so she held his face as she brought him up to face her. ”And…I’m sorry for saying this…but…if Jules is dead. Why? W-Why are you still working for them?”
Dante held Agnes gaze for as long as he could. Staring into his sister’s sweet face, the only thing that the young man saw were the compassionate eyes who used to look at him with such hope and care when they were children. He found himself an absolute, emotional mess now, thinking about his fallen love and the monstrosities that he had committed in the name of the Church of the Everlasting Eye. He had become the monster that he never wanted to become and he could see it partially reflected in the eyes of his sister.
She had asked him a question, one that he didn’t fully understand at first. She asked, why was he working for the Church if Jules was already dead? It didn’t make sense to him how she could have been so callous and cruel to say something like that. However he began to realize where the breakdown in communication was – he hated actually told her the whole story. Grinding his teeth, he shook his head as he beat his first back down into the pavement.
”You don’t understand,” he whispered harshly. ”They still have her.”
Agnes tilted her head, confused. ”Have her? You mean, her body?”
Dante shook his head firmly. ”No, they have Julia.” He sniffled and raised his gaze to meet Agnes’. There was still confusion in her eyes so he clarified. ”My daughter.”
Daughter. Dante had said that the Church still had his daughter, Julia. She must have been named after her mother and, if that were the case, it was no wonder she was confused. They had killed Dante’s wife and were still holding his daughter as some form of collateral? The anger swelled in her heart as she tried to think of a means to wrap her head around this. The Church had gotten to the point that they would kidnap a child? She didn’t know why that had surprised her. They had attempted to exorcise her when she was only a teenager, what was so different about threatening the life of someone younger.
Agnes shook. The rage was building up. Already she could hear the colony in her body buzzing and snapping and growling, aching to get out and bring havoc to the world. But Agnes did her best to quell the beasts. Getting angry right now wasn’t going to do either of them any good. Dante would probably end up being the victim and she wasn’t going to allow that again. Instead she merely increased her hug for him, allowing him to cry openly onto her shoulder.
No wonder he was a mess. He was suffering their abuse, constantly, the reminder of his dead wife hanging over his head and the threat to his daughter’s life twinkling in the corner. They had already promised safety for Jules with false words, so what was to keep them from doing the same to Julia? It made sense, after all. As much as Dante wanted to rebel against them, he couldn’t out of the slim chance that they would keep their word and ensure the safety of his child. He wasn’t like their parents, he cared about her and didn’t want her to suffer the way they both had.
Agnes shook her head. She wrapped her arms tighter around the man before she pulled back just a tiny bit. Tilting her head until she caught his defeated eye, Agnes stared at him with a strength that she wasn’t aware that she possessed before. A strength and need to remind him that he was strong and that he would have to remain that way for his daughter’s sake.
”You have to let me help you,” Agnes bravely said. ”They’ve already caused our family too much heartache. Let. Me. Help. You.”
Dante looked deeply into his sister’s eyes. He could see the conviction that was reflected there. He could see that, no matter way, she was earnest with what she said. As much as he appreciated it, his sister had already escaped from the Church before. In his time with them, he knew that they had believed her to have essentially fallen off the face of the earth. After the arrest of her parents, any chatter about Agnes Nicholas died down so there was no reason to consider she would even be a problem anymore. Even though her zealot parents believed her to be a horsewoman of the Apolocalypse, most members simply believed her to be just another demon possessed human who would eventually meet her end.
She wasn’t a concern to them any longer. Besides, their richest prize came in the form of Dante Nicholas, the young demon-man who could transport them wherever they wanted to be. Dante had done terrible things, gotten them into terrible places, simply for the sake of trying to save his daughter. He was far easier to control and his abilities were far more useful to them. While they were only dry running things, using him to get close to targets, they had loftier plans in mind.
As much as he appreciated her words, Dante only meekly shook his head. He didn’t want her anywhere near those people. She was living a life, an actual life, was the greatest gift he could give her just the chance at living it without pulling her into any more madness? That was what a good brother was supposed to do, yes?
He shook his head. ”N-No, Agnes,” he used her real name. ”I’m…n-not going to bring you to them too. You deserve better. You have a life. Just…live it. Let me…Let me handle this…”
He told her no. Dante actually shook his head and said that he didn’t want her to be involved in this. She sighed as she shook her head and looked away in anger. Of course she understood what he was say and the self-less thing that he was trying to do. But that didn’t stop her from getting pissed off because of it. She didn’t need his protection, right now, what she needed was for him to stop being so hard headed and to actually allow her into his life. Truth was that no matter what he said, she was going to help him. She would treat his words exactly like detective Cervantes’, she would take them under consideration and then do whatever the **** she wanted.
Tilting her head and giving him a long, hard stare, Agnes gave him a hard look. She had just got her brother back and there was no way that she was going to let him just deal with this matter on his own. If he really thought that was going to happen, then he had a whole other thing coming. She was going to make sure that the man knew that before the night was out.
”Listen here, Dante,” she said firmly. ”I know you think you are trying to protect me and, while that’s sweet and all, blow it out your ***.” She said back, a look of frustration on her face. ”In case you didn’t realize it, I’ve been taking care of myself for years. YEARS before I was even expected to by regular society. So don’t sit there and feed me that crap about wanting to protect me. I’m helping you, Dante, goddamn it, whether you want me to or not.”
There, the ultimatum was made. And the look on Dante’s face seemed to indicate that he was in no position, nor want, to argue. Meekly he hung his head, ashamed that he was going to have to get help from his baby sister.
Agnes looked over at the man and gave a bit of a sigh. She probably should have gone a little easier on him, especially considering his situation. She understood, truly. He was scared of losing her again, just like he lost his wife, just like how his baby was being threatened. She respected that, truly, but like always she was being underestimated. She may have not had the best of abilities and she wasn’t a warrior by any stretch of the imagine, but she was resourceful and she did have friends. Hell, even Haven would probably be able to help if she told them.
Either way, the point was that she wasn’t going to allow her brother to carry this burden by himself anymore. He was a good man and while she was still a little hurt that they had missed one another when they were young, she was willing to forgive that for the chance to help him out of this. The Church of the Everlasting eye needed to be stopped and buried into the ground. There wasn’t a choice in the matter anymore.
Giving her brother another look, Agnes sighed as she pulled herself up, moved and sat directly next to him. The both of them sat there for a moment, simply looking out at the roof that lay across them. Their eye quietly looked about in silence before Agnes turned and planted a soft kiss on Dante’s cheek. She gave a deep sigh and leaned back against the ledge.
”We’ll get her back,” she said firmly. I feel like we will. Promise.
For the next hour the siblings just talked, sat in silence, and talked some more whenever a new question or thought crossed their minds. Dante as said that he was supposed to be delivering these books and pamphlets to a warehouse across town, where the church was currently holding their base of operations. He explained everything he could about the organization, about their slowly growing numbers, and, worst of all, about the mutants that they were currently accepting into their ranks either through misguidance or coercion. Either way, if they remain unchecked, they could end up just as bad as the Church was when their parents were a part of it.
Agnes nodded, taking mental notes (as well as notes on her phone) whenever something important came up. Of course she was going to send this information off to the police but she wanted to way the organization a visit by herself, first. She wanted them to know that she was still around and she was the one that going to dismantle of the operation. Of course she was going to need some help with this but she would handle those details later. For the time being, she just wanted to be there for her brother and come up with a plan as quickly as possible.
She shook her head as the man began to explain their long term goals. As they grew in number, they were going to use him for a variety of assassins against mutant-loving and respecting members of the city. They hoped to bring anarchy and blame it on the mutants so that people would listen to them. They sounded completed out of their minds but that was exactly the agenda of the Church of the Everlasting Eye, wasn’t it?
Thankfully they had time still. They didn’t have the forces they wanted and they still needed to finish gathering information. That was good because time was exactly what she needed right now. So, with a nod of her head, she felt somewhat at ease. There was time to dig herself and her brother out of this and she would make sure it happened.
”So…this is it…” Dante said as he stood awkwardly off to the side, holding up his boxes in his hands again.
Agnes really hated that she was sending him back to those people. She wanted him here, in her arms, or back at her place. Even if it was for a night, she didn’t want him to be around those people anymore. But he had a point, until they were ready to move, he needed to continue to be their puppet – even if that meant innocent people getting hurt. Agnes nodded her head, begrudgingly, and agreed to how things should play out. However, they would meet again, she promised that they would.
”You…ummm…you keep your head down,” Agnes said firmly. ”Don’t get pulled in and don’t dig yourself any deeper. Just…stay low…do what they say…and let me know you’re alright, okay?”
Dante nodded his head. ”And you won’t tell anyone about me?”
Agnes hated this part but she nodded her head again. The Church had a mind reader in their ranks and if anyone so much as mentioned Dante’s name, they would know about it. It was just another way of keeping a leash on him. He could come up with some story for the evening about this and everything would be smoothed over for the time being. Again, she didn’t want him going back to those butchers but it was her only choice.
Leaning in, she kissed his forehead again. ”I love you Dante.” She gave him a light punch on his shoulder. ”Please…don’t get yourself killed.”
Dante gave her an encouraging and devilish smile, the first time she had seen it all night, and since he had ran away from home. And, like that, reality bent and a VZAP!! popped through the air and Dante was gone. Taking a step forward, into the spot where he was, Agnes could still feel a bit of warmth there. A tear rolled down her cheek and she turned. She had a battle plan to make ready.