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.
She kept to her hiding spot in the shadows, looking at the map; it wasn't hard to figure out. Just took some tapping of icons and she had a pretty good read on the building, and a good collection of the people inside. Until her phone went off again.
'When you're older, I'll teach you about budgets,' was all she quipped back as she went back to work, surveying the map and the dots that had identifications available. From the looks of it, there were three perpetrators. Kinesis, obviously. Then there was....she pushed the dot. Precision, Enhanced vision and accuracy, and the last was either a human or not chipped. Damn. She hated that kind of gamble; made it hard to come up with a game plan. The hostages, she wasn't really worried about. From what she could tell none of them were off duty cops or fellow agents, so they probably wouldn't be much help to her. In these situations, she found that most civilians were too paralyzed with fear to do anything useful. Hello....what's this?
She pushed the blip, and the information was much like that on her scanner but abbreviated. '73461952, Lincoln Malone. Codename NA. Former Military, Adrenaline based physical abilities. Threat: Low. Record: NO.'
He could be useful, or a hindrance, though maybe he was looking out for the innocent people. Him, she'd keep an eye on.
So she had her plan, and she carefully moved into position, putting the phone in her pocket and affixing the silencer to her weapon. She took a deep breath. It was go time. Her free hand took a quarter out of her pocket, tossing it across from her, and it clang on the floor, hopefully causing the distraction she needed. Her gun ready, she waited for someone to approach.
But they never did. She stepped back as she heard murmuring from the other side of the wall, and where she'd been standing, there was a hole blown in the wall! It happened fast, and there was now a bigger commotion as she heard one of them commanding the hostages to the corner and then she heard footsteps. In a flash, she sprung into action, gun up and ready as she looked through the large hole in the wall and fired, hitting Kinesis right between the eyes, as one of the hostages suddenly sprung into action, taking down who she assumed was Precision while the last guy took off running out of the door. Brook ducked back out of the side entrance with full intention of cutting him off. But as she was running, her blood ran cold as she thought about how she'd left Panu in the car.
Panu could have texted back many things. Like 'budgets are for people who can't move 1' and 0's in the accounting departments computers' or 'hahaha who says we buy them?' But all of those would be childish and maybe also incriminating. So Panu sent his Most Professional Reply:
Please limit non-mission chatter.
(And if maybe he smiled a little smugly afterwards, the only cameras around to see where ones he could tell not to record.)
What else could he do? Well for one thing, he could change the pre-sets on her radio, they were awful. But that only took half a second. The classical music helped him to think. Probably they should have ambulance if something went wrong—okay, dial 911. And the hostages maybe would like to know they would be saved soon, so he sent text to all their phones while he was on hold (but first he switched all their settings to Only Vibrate).
This is rescue. Take cover if you cannot fight. If you can fight, woman in black is on your side.
Probably police would not like for hostages to fight, but that was stupid. They were the ones most involved in this, it was their lives, they should choose.
What else?
Hmm, maybe turn up the AC in the car, it was getting stuffy. Aggh, it was controlled by physical dial. Which one even was it? Panu leaned over, his elbow jarring the gear shift.
"911, what is your emergency?"
"Hello. There is bank robbery at—Ahh!"
The car was moving, the car was possessed, this was 100% not his fault. He scrambled over to the driver's side and pressed down on the brake and the engine VROOMED.
(that was not the brake)
Panu watched through cameras on the building and parking lot and traffic camera at the corner as the car accelerated right as the front doors opened and BAM.
SQUEAL.
He found the brake. It was that one.
The little Finn gulped in air, and hoped-prayed-wished as he ran the ID of the person groaning on the car's windshield against the database in Brook's scanner. The 911 operator was talking very loud in his ear (the call was routed through Brook's phone, even if he was stealing audio.)
"Probably send ambulance," Panu said, and gave the address, and hung up because no he did not want to stay on line.
The man on the windshield rolled off onto pavement. More groans.
I have apprehended one suspect, he texted, bracing himself against the driver's side seat so that all his weight was on the brake. Not the gas. And this is why it was stupid not to teach children how to drive, adults always thought children would get in trouble if they knew things but it was so much more trouble if he did not know.
No. No. Brook was not going to stoop to his level by pinging back some smart-ass remark. She was going to be the adult in this situation and let it end. As much as it pained her to do so, she was going to be the bigger person. Besides, there were far more pressing matters than one-upping some kid, right? Right.
With Kinesis down, and Precision being apprehended, all that was left for her to do was take down the last guy. She'd seen her share of hostage situations, but they'd never gone down quite like this, especially now that more hostages were helping to restrain one of the culprits. Hostages safe, and main threat neutralized, she'd ran out the side door in an attempt to cut off the last guy.
But the squeal of tires made her change her directive a little as she took off towards her car, ignoring her phone as she saw the guy lying on the pavement, and Panu in the driver's seat.
"Great..."
She walked over to the guy; he was still alive, but he wasn't going anywhere, it didn't seem like. So, she glared at the kid in the driver's seat of her car.
"Put it in park and get back in your seat," she instructed.
"Slide the stick so it's next to the 'P' then get your ass back in your seat," she said a little more firmly.
If he followed her instructions, she'd get into the car and once everyone was buckled up, she'd start driving. "You're supposed to wait for the police in these situations, but this is a different situation. You're on parole, and I'm not really supposed to leave you alone, so...Good job, kid."
"Thank you for very good advice," the little Finn said, still pushing all his weight against the brake because he did not know how to do that.
Maybe she noticed, because soon she gave more helpful instructions:
>> "Slide the stick so it's next to the 'P' then get your ass back in your seat."
Stick? Park? Oh.
...Oh.
The Finn did this, and then very very slowly he took his foot off the brake, and the devil car hummed like it was contemplating rebellion but it did not move. He slid back to his own seat, being very very careful not to touch the stick again.
Sticks were an awful user interface, not at all intuitive, what part of a random stick in the middle of the car made people think 'park' or 'go'?
>> "You're supposed to wait for the police in these situations, but this is a different situation. You're on parole, and I'm not really supposed to leave you alone, so...Good job, kid."
Panu heard two things from this. Number one, that they would both get in trouble, so wink-wink nothing had happened, yes? Panu took this cue to double-check that footage from bank cameras was a little glitchy or maybe deleted when it was looking at them, and also to delete the text message he had sent from all phones (except Brook's).
Number two was good job.
It was the very first time they had worked together, and already she was telling him good job. Panu sat a little taller in his seat, and tried not to look like a puppy fawning over master but she had said good job.
(Wait, was 'good job' sarcastic? Sometimes he couldn't still couldn't tell. English was weird, everything could mean what the words said or the exact opposite and somehow he was supposed to just know.)
"It was not best job," Panu said, splitting the difference. "...Maybe next time is better?"
Next time, because clearly this would go into her notes about him, and her boss would read, and then he would be useful to someone again instead of being locked in a stupid school with children. He would do good job for SUPER.
