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.
It was agreed! Darts it was! Zek leaped to his feet in exuberance. Sure, he was already on his feet, but a little leap sure put a bounce in one’s step! Popping the collar on his trenchcoat and cracking his knuckles, Zek paused just enough to stuff his mouth with some more pretzels before leading the charge. “Hru hra hraarrhvarr ghreeh!” he declared. He left it to everyone else to somehow make out the words “To the dartboard then!” It wasn’t his job to do everything, after all.
Zek half jogged, half swaggered to the dartboard, like a person trying to find the balance between eagerness and looking cool. He might’ve shoved one or two people gently out of the way as he basically beelined there. In fact, he definitely did that.
He snagged his darts from the board and sauntered back the appropriate distance. He politely held off until he could be sure he wasn’t going to hit anything. Unlike his balls, darts wouldn’t feel too good if they got ya. “By the way, the club definitely has nights that offer more than just dance music. We mix things up and have live acts all the time,” he continued, as if he hadn’t totally ignored his feathery feline-like compadre.
He glanced at the other dude clinically. “Well, we don’t do stripper acts,” he said with a frown. “So I guess you can’t really bring your other friend out to play. Well, maybe on mutant night. Or ladies night. Then again, it’s not really so much a pussycat as a big ol’ monster birdcat.” He shrugged. “I can talk to the manager. You can work out what your act will be. So you wanna throw first?”
The shifter smirked at the pep in the man’s step as he sauntered over to the dart bored with a full mouth and muttering something Carrick assumed it was some kind of compliment for the shifter. Maybe it was about his wings, or his voice. Carrick heard what he wanted usually and followed without responding other then a skeptical look when the man leading the charge bumped into a few of the other patrons.
Carrick gave an apologetic look when people were eyeing him for playing follow the leader with the guy who didn’t seem to care for personal space. ”Sorry bout that.” he said once or twice before reaching the board.
Following suit and grabbing the other darts he quickly stepped out of the way from him shooting. He didn’t know the man too much but with his willingness to start fights he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of a dart. While he was able to hold off on shifting during the fight if he was stabbed by a dart he didn’t think he’d be able to stop himself and the last thing he needed right now was to kill someone.
”That’s a shame.” he said with a smirk, ”I’ll have to get another bit then other than just singing.” he said with a laugh. ”I’m all thumbs when I’m wearing my other skin.” he laughed, ”Not much of a singer either, can chirp like a song bird but that’s about it.”
”You can go first friend, and he prefers Gryphon.” Carrick said sipping his drink. ”and I’ll always appreciate any work.”
Zek laughed along with Birdman and mostly finished his pretzels. “Well if you’re looking for ideas, you could always be a one man lion-taming show. Get a little hoop, hop through it and transform. Do some tricks, that kind of thing.” Zek grinned. Now that would be unique. “But I’ll talk to the manager and let her know.” Zek didn’t really pay attention that he didn’t have contact information for the birdcat or even know how to find him. Details, details.
And the gryphon was persnickety about what it was called. Zek shrugged. Eh. What could you expect from a big ol’ monster birdcat? Then again, Zek reckoned that a critter that big could probably get by with identifying itself as whatever it wanted. Who would argue? Well, Zek would, but he had to admit he was probably an outlier.
Then Zek took aim with his darts. They weren’t the same as baseballs or hammerspace orbs, but similar principles applied. He flashed a smug grin at Wingman, “Watch this!” Then Zek threw his dart.
And that’s when something completely unexpectedly, majorly dramatic, and potentially terrifying and life-threatening happened! Like, you wouldn’t even believe it happened if you weren’t there and experienced it yourself!
”I could… though most people don’t prefer pyrotechnics inside, and I refuse to settle on a subpar performance when I could really give them the wow factor.” he smirked setting his pint down on a table near the area they were throwing.
Carrick watched as the ball boy threw one of the darts, the shifter was impressed with the power behind the throw. Carrick however was not impressed with the target that walked into the throw or rather stepped backwards into the alley for throwing. The bald headed tatted up giant looked down at his arm which held a dart and then looked to the two of them.
His reaction was a spit take as blood dripped down the bikers tatted up arm. ”Fer **** sakes!” Carrick coughed as he started to cough up his beer. The guy who looked like he just got out of prison just stared at them.
”Why would ya back up when there’s darts to be thrown!” Carrick looked to the person he was playing with his jaw dropped. ”Ya saw that too right?” Carrick asked in disbelief. The other bikers he was drinking with just started to grin at them.
”Mate, ya got a dart in yer arm!” It looked deep, it was probably deep. His stomach started to churn.
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What the flibbertyjibblets was that! “What the flibbertyjibblets was that!” Zek said. If his eyes could’ve popped out of his head, they would’ve. “Where’d you come from, dude!” There totally hadn’t been a big ol’ guy standing in the line of fire when he’d thrown the dart! Now there was a big guy and blood just right there.
Total foul. Dude ruined a fantastic throw!
From behind him, Zek's feathery friend seemed to have a similar reaction. Some of the spit ended up on Zek’s neck but he honestly wasn’t too bothered about that right then. Like, there was totally a guy in his throwing lane and completely blocking his shot. Zek was confident he would’ve gotten a bullseye on that last throw if someone hadn’t gotten in the way.
“Would you mind moving?” he asked the man, pretty put out by the ruined shot. He glanced back at Carl. “That throw totally didn’t count, okay? There was no way to account for human obstacles with that one.” He turned to the apparent pals of the darted guy. They were smiling, so Zek just smiled back good-naturedly. “You guys agree with me, right? Total interference.”
Blood started to leak out from his arm where the dart penetrated. Carrick’s reaction shifted from surprise to one of disgust then back to surprise when Zek wanted a re-throw. It seemed he wasn’t as phased as Carrick, neither was the big baldy’s friends.
Was this an episode of the Twilight Zone? Carrick looked around to see if any of the members of the band were around. Stranger things had happened in this city. Why was everyone smiling? Carrick moved closer to the guy with the dart in his arm. ”Looks deep.” he looked back to YYZed who was still trying to get everyone to agree with him about a re-throw.
”You should really get that out mate…” he reached up slowly the bald guy was just smiling and staring at him. This was getting weird. Even in the circus and someone got stabbed they at least acted that it hurt. ”Here big guy…” Carrick still with one pint glass in hand his free hand reached up and tapped the dart.
The bald guy kept smiling, Carrick out of awkwardness smiled back. He tapped it again. ”Well I want to say this hurts but, sure it hurts more if we keep that in there. I gotchu mate.” Carrick reached up again and put his hand on Zed’s dart and pulled it out. Blood shot out a little when Carrick pulled it and he dodged the spatter with a turn protecting his drink. ”You really shouldn’t be standing ‘ere big guy.” Carrick scolded as he slowly backed up. ”Dangerous.”
“You know what is dangerous… not paying for our tab tonight.” Carrick smile turned into a nervous one. ”Right, mate. Well ya see. I would, however my last gig didn’t work out. See I’m a musician, Zeddy boy over there though… he threw the dart right? Might want to take that up with him. ”Ball boy.” Carrick yelled back to Zed. ”What you think.”
The guys didn’t say anything, so Zek just took their smiles as total agreement with everything he’d said and thus, totally and legally absolved of all infractions in the holy game of darts, Sir Zekkius the Most Epicness lifted his head imperiously and accepted their acceptance.
And then the bird guy got in the middle of everything and started messing with the guy. Who just kept smiling. Zek glanced again at the other guys and then back at Baldy. All were big, muscular guys. All wearing leather. All completely at ease. All smiling and just staring, staring, staring. And who didn’t seem to mind at all when Carlton Rickety got up close and personal. It clicked.
Sam owns a gay bar! Well that explained a lot! Looks like he hadn’t been too far off the mark when he’d gone in for the kiss!
Wicked mirth filled Zek’s face as he contemplated how best to use this information. Coming back in drag? Nah. Would clash with the atmosphere there and not in a fun way. Oh! Leather chaps! They’d make a great gag gift! Wait, no, Sam probably already had some. A leather belt? Hmmm. Eh, nah. It’d need a lot of explaining. So would the strainer and angel hair spaghetti.
As wrapped up in his musings as he was, he completely missed out on the exchange between Feather McFurry and Glistening Dermis. He only caught the last bit. “Ball boy?” he said, snapping out of his rapt contemplations. He glanced at Musclehead and then back at Carter. “Eh, I’d’ve gone for Footloose and Follicle Free, myself.”
Zek readressed Toupee Or Not Toupee. “Sorry ‘bout my fine, feathered friend here - he’s not that great with nicknames. I mean, he called you Ball Boy and not even Bald Boy. Like, he could’ve been talking to me!” Zek laughed good-naturedly. Then he stopped. “Alright, we’ve had our fun. Now ya gotta scoot, dude. You’re blocking my shot.” Zek held up another dart and stuck his bright blue tongue out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on aiming.
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The shifter looked at his blue-tongued acquaintance and almost face palmed. Was he paying attention at all? Was there someone out there with a worse attention span than what he had? Maybe there was hope for him. Not in this situation however, he decided to step out of the way because he was pretty sure Zeddy would throw the dart if he didn’t. Carrick didn’t want to chance it so he backed up and out of the way of the shot.
The bald guy who already got hit by the first dart didn’t move. Instead he shifted his gaze from Carrick who was closer to Zek who was about to throw the dart. Carrick wasn’t sure why anyone would try to call the bluff but he looked over to his friends who slowly started standing up.
Carrick who wasn’t staring at the dart board of the guy in front of it cleared his throat. ”Mate, I think it’s best if we let them play instead. Must be a hole at the bottom of my glass, maybe I should go take it up with the tender?” Carrick chugged the drink nervously as hell started to break loose.
Zek mimed throwing the dart, getting his hand and elbow nicely warmed up. Yeah, he could just feel the bulls-eye. If only Baldy Leatherboy would just move.
“Dude, like for reals, outta the way,” Zek said. He kept his eye on the goal. There just happened to be a big fat head in front of the goal. He considered throwing the dart anyways, but eventually decided not to. You didn’t get any points for hitting people.
Zek only broke his concentration to look aghast at Calvin. “Leave? We just started! Besides, you’d win because technically I’d be forfeiting!” He turned back to the board. “Nah, we’re gonna keep going. Right after I move this guy.”
The guy finally started talking. “I’d like to see yo--”
He vanished.
His friends blinked. Then they started yelling. One of them broke out into little veins of lava all over his muscley arms and jets of steam shot out of his ears. He kinda looked mad. He also smelled like burning leather. Another guy began glowing a lovely shade of lavender. The other guys just produced some bike chains, brass knuckles, batons, or callused bare knuckles.
Zek threw the dart. “BULLS-EYE!” he yelled, his fists shooting up in the air as he whirled around in glee. “Carl, you see that?”
And that’s when the first punch landed on Zek’s face. He went sprawling across the floor as he became the focus of a mad rush of big ol’ leather-clad guys.
All right, so seeing someone else disappear up close like that the way he disappeared earlier this evening was pretty cool. Even cooler was Zeddy hit the mark. Carrick did a spit take and choked on the drink as he started to cough. ”Come on! Really?” Carrick corrected the lack of alcohol in his body with another sip this time actually getting a chance to drink which he did.
His ears registered the scuffle, his eyes saw it next he sighed as Zek was tackled by three men all of which seemed pretty angry. ”Fer **** sakes…” he slammed the pint and held up a finger to one of the guys who was getting ready to charge him he paused and Carrick slammed his the rest of his drink then threw the glass at the guy.
Carrick’s adrenaline infused roar exited his lungs as he ignored the guy who had been waiting patiently and tackled the other three. He didn’t have a particular target just enough to get them off of the ball boy. ”I just wanted a pint!” he yelled as he pushed himself up but was quickly grabbed and brought back down into the pile.
“Oww…” Zek bewailed himself in the split second after he stopped sliding across the floor. He basked in the pain all over his face for that glorious second.
Then a bunch of brutes landed on him.
“UMPH!” Zek coughed as all the air decided to vacate his lungs. Zek suddenly had a lot of empathy for the can at the bottom of those grocery store display towers.
His mouth tried to mouth and form words but nothing came out. He slapped the floor with a frere hand but the referee didn’t call off the match. Oh the humanity! Or mutantity! Or whatever it hurt!
With a shock-ridden notion, Zek slapped his hand back. He made contact. He slapped again. Yep. Felt like a person. He made a ball and that person vanished. Suddenly the pile on him was lighter by one person.
And then he decided that maybe it would just be nice to lay there like a boneless ooze and wallow in his woes. Or maybe that was just because the wind was knocked out of him and he couldn’t breath. Yeah, maybe that was it. He made another ball, but it kinda just rolled from his grasp and vanished after a couple of feet.
There was a flash of light, someone disappeared Carrick’s body was a mess of flailing limbs punching and elbowing and beating anyone he could. Sure he made sure Zed wasn’t the target of his beating but he might have gotten a face full of feathers once or twice as everyone was fighting for a position of power.
Carrick was about to roar again, Zed was under someone. A gunshot sounded. A small woman appeared out of nowhere with a pixilated pink light. If it wasn’t for him looking down the barrel of double barreled shotgun he would have kept going. So was the two people he was tangled with now. They all stopped fighting as well. Carrick’s tail smacked one in the face and the gun was focused on him. ‘Flight’.
Looking over to Zed who looked like he was having one hell of a time under one of the leathered bikers. He too stopped pummeling Zek when the woman appeared with what everyone thought was a loaded shotgun.
“That’s enough boys. You want to fight do it elsewhere or I’ll be calling the owner. It’s his day off… you know what happens when he gets called in on his day off.”
The threat stayed in the air for a moment then Carrick out of instinct, ”Imagine he comes in?” he shouldn’t of said anything. The woman with pink highlights glared at him. The rest of the group he was entangled with started to laugh.
If Zek concentrated really hard, he could almost imagine he was getting a massage. Like, a full body one complete with people walking on him and really working out all the kinks.
But Zek couldn’t concentrate really hard because he was really getting worked over by these guys and, “pffft!”, was that a feather duster? He spat and regretted it because he wasn’t sucking air back in. Oh the pain, the ag-o-ny!!!
Then BOOM. It all ended. Well, not the pain, but the things that were initially causing the pain. “Bless you, Dead gods,” he weakly groaned into the floor. Zek kept his body loose and noodley as he decided it wasn’t really worth the effort to try to get up right then. The floor suddenly seemed so welcoming and….he sniffed….really disgusting.
He craned his neck around until he could look up at everyone, keeping the rest of him lying motionless on his stomach. “Uggggg,” he wheezed as he worked to get air in his lungs. There was laughter but he was pretty sure it wasn’t because of anything he did. His ears were still ringing from the gunshot and his head getting bobbed into the floor several times, so he wasn't really sure what was going on.
The shifter looked to his new drinking buddy and smirked. He might have had his bell rung a few times but he was still able to make a joke. At least Carrick thought it was a joke he was still breathing and coughing so it didn’t sound like he needed CPR that was only for people who couldn’t breath right? He wasn’t a doctor that much he knew for certain.
Other than Zek and Carrick’s tail which smacked as many people as it could no one really moved not wanting to upset the woman with the barrels pointing at him. Carrick’s hands along with everyone else’s except for Zek’s (cause he was face first) slowly got their hands in the air until the gun lowered. Carrick and a few of the bruisers they were tussling with were smiling. The woman holding the gun wasn’t.
“I expect you all to behave here. Pay you’re tabs and get out.” the woman said before tilting her head towards Zek who was still on the ground. “He gonna be alright?”
Carrick looked to the bruisers then to Zek and shrugged, ”If he is he can take one hell of a thrashing.” Carrick turned and slapped the nearest guy on the shoulder, ”We’ll call it a draw.” he looked back to Zek and then nudged him with his foot, ”Got yer bell rung eh? Mind spitting their mate out?” Carrick asked giving everyone a thumbs up.
Soooo, that was a pass on the CPR then? Oh well. There was a slight chance he’d live anyways. Zek groaned and pushed off the floor with one hand until his body was able to flip around so both it and his head were facing the same direction. “I….” wheeze “am not….” gasp “alright.” He held up a finger so everyone could see. “....for the,” wheeze wheeze “...record.”
Canuck’s words penetrated the lovely choruses of songbirds ringing in Zek’s head. “Sure thing, mate,” he squeezed out before violently inhaling again. Why didn’t that silly Sam have enough oxygen in this place?! Really! “Just...one second.” Cough. “And no footsie” wheeze “until….third date.”
Zek flopped his hands out and red balls sparked into life and started rolling away. One rolled under one of the remaining guys and promptly became the person who’d been on Zek’s back, except suddenly lying on the floor and pushing away all the legs that had been on said floor. Zek didn’t think he could rationally be blamed for the tripping that might then occur.
The other ball rolled out into the open and it became Chromedome Joe. But upside down. He immediately fell on his head and the rest of his body followed even as his unfinished word turned into first a shout of confusion and then a screech of pain and shock.
Then Zek continued his limp noodle-ness and just held up his arms with limp wrists at Kenny, like a zombie that had fallen but could not get up. “Uhhh,” Zek commanded, which is Zombiese, was loosely translated to “Uhhhhp, please. I would like to get up now and most humbly request your assistance.”