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.
Zek nodded at Ice Ice Baby’s name and casually pulled his trenchcoat closer together. Maybe it was the ice water he’d just had but it seemed to be getting colder. Well, maybe if he talked even more, he’d warm himself up a little.
Well, he’d talk about other things than the Romanian camps, at least. Maybe it was the short and clipped responses, or perhaps the eyepatch, but Sammy Snowball just seemed a little murderous about the subject. “I see,” Zek drawled, nodding thoughtfully and squelching all the little jokes and barbs his mind was coming up with. I’ll just save those for later.
“I’m good, Sam, I like...water,” Zek said, matching Sam-Sam’s cadence exactly. “Although I wouldn’t mind an aqueous martini, Sam, but only if you have olives.” He’d read of such things a while back and thought they sounded amazing. The martini, that is, not the olives. He already knew those were amazing.
Zek completely ignored all the commotion coming from the last two dumbbells frozen by the pool table. Wasn’t his job. Besides, Sir Samalot had an eye on it. Which means, they have his undivided attention. Zek fought back a grin, failed, so turned into the smile instead.
“So, Sam, if I understand you right, Sam,” he began, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin on them as he leaned on the bar. “You got drunk, Sam, and thought to yourself, ‘Sam, you should buy this bar, er, dive, Sam’ because it made you homesick.” He stared up at Samtonio Banderas. “You know, Sam, normally people ask if you were born in a barn, Sam, but I’ve never heard of someone being born in a bar, Sam. I guess that explains the lived-in look around here then,” Zek finished.
“And yeah, Sam, pocket dimensions. Maybe. Sure, that works. How about you, Sam? Wait, let me guess! Does it involve you having a little sister who always wanted you to play with her and build snowmen with her?” Zek’s eyes were practically sparkling with awe.
Posted by Cold Steel on Jul 8, 2020 15:12:46 GMT -6
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Another wave of cold was sent forward the more the man talked. Normally Sam was the one that couldn’t shut up but after the whole fight he was in a bad mood. The bounty hunter wasn’t helping any.
The more he talked the more Sam wanted to kick him out of the bar or put him on ice but he doubted that would have been any good in the situation. He was supposed to be a good guy, even if Zek wasn’t making it any easier.
There were two jars of olives under the counter within site. Sam grabbed the one with not much left. Zek seemed more of a guy to stick his whole hand in the jar just to press the buttons. Sam didn’t want to give him any more ammo but also wanted the guy to shut up till the cops got here. Sam opened the jar and put it on the counter in front of him. Then slid a fork to him.
”Didn’t know what I thought.” Sam summed up. He was on a bender and decided this was a decent place to drink. Another chill was sent Zek’s way. It might be eaiser to just encase him in ice. Pocket dimension couldn’t take all his ice away right?
”No. Usually it was me being forced to freeze someone.” he folded his arms and sighed cracking his neck.
”Zek. Anyone tell you, you talk to much?” they probably didn’t get a word in to tell him. Sirens could be heard in the background as lights started to appear in the windows.
The air conditioning was seriously broken in this place! It just kept getting colder. No wonderful Mr. Icicle chose the place! The dive could provide the chill vibe while One-Eye-Guy could provide the cold shoulder. Zek pulled the trenchcoat closer. Ironically, he’d dressed well for this bar.
But then olives! Zek snickered as he accepted the fork and the jar. Snow Miser just barely avoided Zek sticking his entire hand in the jar just to scoop out the olives, make a dripping mess, and really annoy him. Or at least have fun trying. Still, Zek took a good long moment to consider if he should just pour out some olives on his hand. Oh the possibilities.
Zek was still deciding when another chill washed over him. The olive jar started accumulating hoarfrost. Zek began scraping crude drawings on the sides. Eyepatches were prominently featured.
“My, my, Sam,” Zek said idly. “I guess, Sam, that explains your skill with the cold shoulder.” When Zek came up with a joke, he liked using it as soon as possible. Zek copied Mr. 10 Below’s neck movements, except his neck went way farther and still didn’t crack. He did not cross his arms though - his hands were busy adorning the jar with a caricature of Mr. Cool that was very unflattering.
“Actually Sam,” Zek said. “Seventeen people on six different occasions have told me that. Of course, technically the little green guy with big ears I met a long time ago in that swamp far, far away doesn’t really count, since he really said, ‘Talk too much, you do’ but like, the spirit was totally there. Completely unlike the three people I met during the llama incident, because while, yes, they did say my name, mentioned talking, and the words ‘too much’ and ‘you’ they were actually talking to this other guy who look exactly like me (although not as hot of course) so they weren’t really telling me anything, and besides they’re too nice of kids to just talk about someone like that to an imperfect stranger. And of course, it didn’t count when that giant squid-faced guy said it to me because it was like, in my head and honestly I don’t think he could actually speak human words, and it was really more a command, because he was trying to mind control me at the time. Fortunately my best friend was there at the time and he was all like ‘You shall not pass’ for like the millionth time and like, kinda blew them both up. IT okay though, my pal was fine. Saw him at dawn on the fifth day after that and he didn’t even have any dirt on him - hard to do, when you mostly just wear white. But anyways, he actually though I didn’t talk enough and so encouraged me to actually keep going on, because he liked the sound of it. And that actually reminds me of the time I was in the semi-finals for the Wimbledon Tournament of Bood, but you know, I’ll just save that for next time. So to make a long story short, yes, I’ve been told before that I talk too much.”
And then a couple of cops started coming into the bar. Zek took a breath. “Hey fellas!” he said with a wave. “We’ve got some presents for you!”
Posted by Cold Steel on Jul 13, 2020 16:04:17 GMT -6
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The police seemed to take their time getting in. Sam watched as maneuvered his neck and he raised his eyebrow. He was going to ask but knew that if he asked about it the whole conversation would be prolonged and the more Zek continued to talk the more Sam wanted him gone.
Sam pinched the bridge of the nose as Zek went off on a tangent about how people told him he talked to much. Half listening he felt the warmth from the door opening and a few officers entered guns drawn. One of them was floating behind the others with two guns drawn.
”Took you’re ****ing time.” Sam said pointing to the back then to Zek. ”Yeah, really great presents.” he said rolling his eye and then waving at the police to lower their weapons. ”I took care of it. He has another one.” he snapped his fingers and the thugs in the back were suddenly freed however they were shivering too much to make a run for it. Three of the officers responded by cuffing and escorting them out of the building. The floating officer dropped to the ground and folded his arms to match Sam’s a few minutes ago.
“Another fight? Sam, how are you still open?” the icemancer shrugged, ”Cause your wife keeps spending money here. Why do I call you guys? You only show to pick people up anyways. Might as well be a cab service.” he smirked, ”Bounty hunter look familiar?” Sam asked the officer and then looked to Zek. ”Thought he killed one of the guys.”
Zek watched the cops come in and do their thing and paid particular attention to the cop who seemed to think he was above it all. Literally. Dude didn’t even touch the floor for several minutes. Now if only I had that ability. Zek’s mind immediately started planning out what he’d do if he could fly. Or float, even. Walking-on-water scams started flashing in his brain.
Zek also finally decided what to do with all those olives. He tipped the jar over his now-empty frosted glass and started dumping some olives out, using his hand as a strainer. It wasn’t super messy, but it clearly wasn’t what One-Eyed Snowman had in mind. Which is what Zek was going for.
He was popping olives into his mouth and blatantly listening in on Slushie and Fly-Guys banter when he heard his cue. “Hi, I’m Zek,” he said, another olive going into his mouth. They were rather salty and not that great, but what could you expect in a bar that didn’t even have decent heating?
He whipped his bounty hunter license out of a pocket in his trenchcoat and showed it to the officer. “Licensed bounty hunter,” he continued. “I’m here to detain Jeff ‘Polecat’ Wiesel for skipping out on bail. Currently got him in a storage dimension but l can bring him out confirmation as needed.”
Zek was now in full-on professional mode. Except for the olives. He made sincere eye contact and kept his face no-nonsense, without any teasing inflections in his voice. He didn’t know these cops so he wasn’t going to have fun with them until they at least knew how he fit into everything. Also, the last thing he needed was for them to think he actually killed someone.
“Also, the defendant was involved with some kind of hand-off, potentially drug-related.” With his olive hand, he jerked a thumb at Arctic Breeze. One olive fell from his loose grasp. “Captain Ice Cube also witnessed it.” He finished off the olives in his hand. “So would you like to take Polecat in now or have me deliver him to the station later, like in the morning?”
It was best to give the boys in blue some options. As long as he got credit, he didn’t really care how Polecat got returned.
Posted by Cold Steel on Jul 18, 2020 9:00:35 GMT -6
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If he weren’t already talking to the cops Sam probably would have put Zek in ice and pushed him into traffic. When he noticed it the olive juice he froze the juice separate from the bartop. The icemancer sighed loudly and looked over to Zek. Licensed pain in the @$$ more like it.
Sam nodded his head when he was pointed at. The floating officer now grounded looked from Zek to Sam and then back to Zek holstering both guns and removing pen and paper. ”I did see a hand off. However, he was just part of the group who broke the rules.” Sam sipped his mug. ”I decided to get involved and then he decided to apprehend his target. Thought he vaporized him.”
The grounded officer jotted down some words then looked to Zek. ”You should take them in personally, now.” Sam said to Zek with a smirk. ”More professional for a bounty hunter.” Sam said not saying what he wanted to, ‘get out of my bar’.
The officer shrugged, “I mean I can just get his information…” not picking up on Sam’s suggestion.
As Captain Cold Cuts gave his side of the event in question, Zek proceeded to dump more olives into his hand but over a different part of the bar proper, this time not even bothering with trying to keep the mess in check. The previous patch of juice seemed nicely frozen. What a convenience. Let’s spread the olive love. Several extraneous olives missed his hand and tumbled to the wood.
“And then Mr. Crabby here decided to call the police and redecorate the place with walls of ice,” Zek said, picking up the story on an impulse. “I’ve been cooling my heels ever since.” He grinned. He grinned and winked at the officer. “Snowman Sam here has no chill,” he said in a conspiratorial stage whisper.
And you know what? Based on what Jack Frost was saying, Zek was starting to get the impression that he didn’t want him there. That was so weird, because all of a sudden Zek really wanted to stick around the ice bucket of a bar. If only for the potential olive messes.
Zek flashed a polite and, in between olives, went along with the cop. “You know, that sounds like a great idea!” He proceeded to give the man the relevant information. “I’ll just come on down in the morning then to fill out the rest of the paperwork and turn him in. We’ll make day shift deal with it, huh?” He laughed and winked again. See? This is camaraderie. Humor. We are all cool people except for Sam, who is literally cool but like, not metaphorically cool. “After all, it’s getting close to the end of your shift, huh? Trust me, Polecat’s not going anywhere and he’s not even gonna notice anything different.”
Zek ate some more olives. And they were drying his mouth out. He glanced at Freeze-pop and gestured at his glass with his olive-laden hand, getting more drops of olive juice on the bar. “Hey bartender! Sammy Malone! Sam Antonio!, can I get another water? Shaken, not stirred.”
Posted by Cold Steel on Jul 19, 2020 7:16:47 GMT -6
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Zek didn’t fall for his suggestion; in fact he did what most people did when it came to paperwork. Put it off until tomorrow. He didn’t’ want to smirk at Zek’s suggestion for the next shift to deal with it but he did. Sam followed it up with a frown and then a frozen jar of olives now so they couldn’t get everywhere. Sam already had some cleaning to do. He didn’t feel like adding to the list.
The officer at Zek’s suggestion smirked and laughed, “see you two are hitting it off.” He lifted his feet off the ground as an olive froze between his feet the last thing the officer needed was slipping on a frozen olive. “He gets along with everyone.” The officer said to Zek with a smirk at Sam’s expense.
”So much so, I got to ask you boys to wrap it up so I can open the place back up. Kinda hard to be friendly to everyone if I got a bounty hunter and a bunch of cops in the place.” Sam said shrugging and reluctantly getting Zek some more water. He ignored his comments and gave an eye roll to the cops.
The floating officer smirked, “Right, hate to ruin the great atmosphere.” He gave Zek a wink then shrugged his shoulders, “Right Sam, you can come in and finish giving your statement tomorrow? When you clocking in next or is it only when there is a fire to put out you show up?” he looked to his partners and waved them forward as they escorted the bikers.
Sam rolled his eye to no one seeing as he seemed to be getting from all sides today.
Zek finished the second round of olives and started to reach for more when he noticed they were now contained in a solid chunk of ice. He suppressed a grin. Well-played, sir! Instead, he grabbed the fork and started scraping rude gestures and crude body parts into the mini ice lakes of the bar.
The officer commented on Zek and Icepatch’s (totally going to be Zek’s name for the guy now) relationship and Zek just returned with the smuggest, sappiest grin he could manage. “Oh definitely,” he purred. “You know our Sammy-baby. On the outside he’s all frosty reception, but on the inside he’s just pure frozen yogurt.” Zek made sure to bat his eyes at Icepatch at the last bit.
Zek returned the officer’s wink. “Aw, you’re not ruining anything,” he said lightly, momentarily stopping his work on a rather unflattering, ehem, non-PG caricature of Icepatch. “In fact, it was actually pretty dull until you fine fellas came in. Now it’s downright cozy!” He shivered dramatically in his trench coat. And it was, too. There hadn’t been any unexplained chills since the cops had shown up.
“But you know what they say, three’s a crowd and six is a really fun time,” Zek said devilishly. “But I think our little Sambino here is wanting a little ‘two’s company’ if you get my drift.” Now if was his turn to wink and he stuck his tongue out between his teeth at the officer. This guy seemed to get it. And hey! If any rumors happened to get started about Icepatch, why, that would just be icing on the cake! Or should that be frosting on the ice-cream cake?
Posted by Cold Steel on Jul 20, 2020 14:37:20 GMT -6
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Sam went from eye rolling to the hand on the forehead. Sam sighed loudly as the exchange happened between two people he didn’t especially care for. Now one was waaaay worse than the other. The icemancer sipped his coffee and then added, ”Well, honestly I’d prefer if everyone left.” Sam looked back to the officer who was trying not to laugh from Zek and his exchange. Of course he thought this was hilarious.
”If you could remove him from the building that would be preferred. He’s making more of a mess than the other guys you got out of here.” Sam looked to Zek, ”You owe me about twenty bucks for that jar of olives.” he sipped his coffee again, ”How about we call it good if you just leave?”
“You heard Mr. Cold Hands Warm Heart,” Zek said in sugary tones. “Bye-bye boys!” He fluttered his fingers at the officer and smiled dreamily at Mr. Slushie-pants. “My little Ice Cream Cone doesn’t like an audience.” He was absolutely enjoying the effect the bantering was having on Icepatch. He’d achieved the facepalm!
But then Icepatch had to go spoil it. “Sammy!” he exclaimed in mock outrage. “Is our evening over already? The night is young! There are still so many things we could get up to.” His voice lowered and slowed as he spoke and he finished up with an eloquent wink.
“But I guess we’ll just save those things for the next time,” he continued, tossing his head dismissively, like a woman in a shampoo commercial. “And my mama raised me better than that, my little Samsicle.” He glanced back at the officer and stage whispered: “A gentleman pays on the first date. Or at least goes Dutch.”
He winked again (his winking eye was getting a workout!) and slid a hand into his pocket to get a wallet. He drew a twenty out and slid it onto the bar, just beside one of his masterpiece ice carvings. “Next date’s on you, my little Ice Cream Samwich.”
He stood up and leaned on the bar. “How about a good-night kiss?”
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“Worrrrrrth iiiiit!” Zek yelled as he went flying out of the bar.
Posted by Cold Steel on Jul 21, 2020 5:17:38 GMT -6
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”Evening was over before you decided to make the polecat disappear.” Sam said seriously. Any time there was a fight that broke out in his bar and he had to clear out he had to go through and cash people out of their tabs or comp them a drink. Not to mention the amount of cleaning that had to be done after a clear out. Sam hated to do it but so far it had a pretty high success rate of no one getting caught in the crossfire. His bar was meant to be a place to relax. Not another warzone, he had enough of those.
The cold buffered Zek as he winked at Sam. It wasn’t cute, it was just annoying now and no matter what kind of attitude he gave off it seemed Zek was determined to mess with him. The final straw was when the lightshow mutant tried to lean in for a kiss. ”How about…” Sam grinned and the floating officer quickly backed up as ice started to form behind Zek.
With the bounty hunter distracted the ice clone gabbed Zek by the arms and hefted him upwards before walking him to the door. ”Don’t come back unless you plan on drinking here.” he said regretting his words already. It sounded like he was leaving an open invitation to his bar. He wasn’t.
The ice clone kicked the door open and threw Zek out. Which was good. He didn’t want to pay for another window again.