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.
Doris’ yelp and Andrea’s yells announced that, like most mishaps, it only takes an instant for order to fall into chaos. A mortar falling into a manned foxhole. A bullet through the head of a President. A pair of scissors mishandled by a startled woman. Jack heard the commotions and took in the scene: Andrea scolding her snakes while Doris clutched her bleeding thumb. The snakes must have startled Doris, causing her to cut herself, and then...
And then…
Jack had awareness enough to keep his eyes from widening as he watched the young Greek bite into her own finger, hard enough to break through glove and skin. With the cool focus of a combat medic, Andrea applied her own blood to Doris’ laceration like it was sulfa powder. He didn’t need to see the effects up close to realise what would happened. Doris’ reaction told him everything he needed to know.
In the myths, Asclepius, the god of medicine, was given a vial of Gorgon blood. Blood from the left side of the Gorgon could kill a mortal man, but blood from her right side…
As Doris left for the back room he strode to check on Andrea, concern on his face. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked softly. He stepped behind the counter, carefully removing the books which had luckily escaped any blood drops. Reaching underneath, he pulled out a small waste paper basket, a bottle of cleaning spray, and a roll of paper towels. Meticulously and methodically, Jack began cleaning up the blood.
“Don’t you worry about Doris, she’s a tough old girl,” he joked weakly, more to draw Andrea’s attention towards him so it wouldn’t stray. He snuck a glance at her hands as she stripped off her glove. “Probably feels more embarrassed that she startled than anything.” He smiled reassuringly at Andrea. He felt his pulse begin to race with excitement. “Don’t beat yourself up. Accidents happen.” He offered the paper towel to Andrea, so she could clean herself up.
...Asclepius used blood from the right side of the Gorgon to heal the sick and wounded from town to town.
Jack didn’t believe in coincidence. This was synchronicity.
She tucked her gloves into a pocket of her coat pocket as Jack joined her by the counter. "I am fine. I am used to dealing with things like that... and things much worse." She sighed, shelving her frustration at herself for the moment. "I am mostly worried about her." The Greek trailed off. Jack, wonderful jack, helped to soothe her worries for Doris as well and Andrea couldn't help but offer a smile back to him.
"Thank you. I am more worried about having scared her off with my methods. I tend to act before thinking in a lot of cases... autopilot, if you will." She reached out for the paper towel without thinking. It instantly greyed and hardened upon contact with her fingertips.
Cursing under her breath she yanked her hand back, away from Jack, with the petrified towel still in her grip. A few greek curses slipped out and she frowned for the first time since she had walked into the shop.
"Sorry, I am usually much more prepared for accidents but I left all of my supplies at home today." SHe wasn't sure how much of teh healing he had witnessed seeing as he hadn't exactly been standing right next to her, but since Doris was no longer bleeding freely and the gash in her own finger had sealed up, she didn't feel like it was too had to make the connections.
"Jack, May I ask you a favor? It is not exactly well known what I can do. Not many people appreciate my... method, if you will." he offered a more sincere smile, "Could you keep what happened here a secret between us, please? I will ask Doris the same. It is a trait of mine I only tend to share among a small circle of people."
“You’d be surprised what Doris has seen,” he reassured. He nodded with understanding as Andrea described her medical instincts taking over. “That’s the medic’ curse, isn’t it? I’ve seen combat medics rush through sniper fields without a second thought. As far as impulsive behaviour, I can think of worse.” A grin to further ease the tension.
The next surprise was perhaps the most logical possibility that should occur, absurd as that thought was. The paper he had handed to Andrea turned to stone at the touch of her bare skin. Medusa’s curse, though tactile rather than ocular. Logical, yet still surprising. Jack didn’t remark as the young woman snatched her hand away. He placed the waste basket away, and watched patiently as Andrea cursed and gathered herself. He heard the back door open as Doris quietly made her way back into the storefront.
Then came the request. This, too, was expected. Jack understood. A power like that, the ability to heal with your own blood... Small wonder she would want to keep it hidden. There were all sorts of unscrupulous characters in the world who would want to exploit that whichever way they could.
He nodded and ran his pinched fingers along his lips, ‘zipping ‘ them shut. He glanced at Doris, who had cleaned herself. She was holding a small photo frame close to her chest. She nodded in silent agreement. Stepping forward, she held out the frame for Andrea to see. The photograph was an old and battered black and white square. Two young men in military uniform sat atop a Sherman tank, dishevelled, their arms around each other’s shoulders in comradeship. One of the men was a sharp eyed and wore a grim, exhausted expression, the barest curl of his lip. The other grinned widely, as though he had not a care in the world, despite the debris surrounding the tank. His face and hands, the only visible part of his skin, was perfectly bisected in colour: one half pure white, one half pitch black. “I’m sorry, dear. Your power... It reminded me so much of Earl’s.” She smiled at Andrea with wet eyes. “You have my word, I will never tell a living soul.”
Jack smiled. “Doris, put the Isadora on my account.” He nodded toward the expensive edition. “I’ll front it.”
A grandfatherly smile to Andrea. “Doris will hold onto it for you, until you can pay off your part. Don’t worry, it won’t be too much. A hard worker like you, I’m sure you’ll have it in your hands soon enough.”
His promise of silence, as much as she hated to ask for it, put her worries to rest. So to did Doris as she came back out, cleaned and tidy looking once more, with a photo in her hands. The story behind it, and that Dori's late husband apparently had a power similar to hers, tugged at her heartstrings in all the right ways and threatened to get the waterworks going. "Thank you, Doris."
Jack, it seemed, was determined to make her actually cry. His offer to put the book on his own account for her caused her spine to snap up yardstick straight and even her many snakes looked genuinely surprised. "Oh gosh, I could never-!"
He explained more and she let her jaws close with a soft clack. He was serious and had thought it out quite well. She found herself grinning again. "Very well, Jack, I accept your offer. Most of my non-essential funds go to help bolster the emergency accounts of various humanitarian foundations around the city..." She wasn't about to dip into those avenues if it meant potentially taking away shelter, clothes, and food some someone else. "but I am nothing if not thrifty, so I promise I will not make you hold onto that book for very long!" Just like that, she had a new goal. She couldn't work right now, couldn't go about like 100% like normal, but she sure as heck could get crafty and save up enough money to rise to Jack's offer.
"And, please, if ever either of you find yourself needing any help, with anything, do give me a ring? What use are the various gift I have if I cannot use them to make sure my friends are healthy and happy?" She would certainly have to exchange numbers with Jack before she left, he was too precious to lose touch with!
Jack was surprised. He knew that there were still good people left in the world, but to meet somebody with a genuinely selfless spirit, that was something rare indeed. How many others sacrificed their own comforts for the betterment of society as a whole?
“Wonderful!” A proud smile. “It will be here as long as you need it to be.” A wistful sigh. “Andrea, I am very glad to have met you today. You are a delight, and it warms this old heart to see that there are still such dedicated and caring people as you in left in the world.”
Doris had already wrapped the cheap copy of Isadora, tying the string into a small bow. Jack gestured to Doris, pointing under the counter, and she placed it into a plastic bag, which she held out to the young Greek. “My gift, dear. On the house. There’s no way I would make you wait to read the darn thing! Please come visit any time! I would love to have you back.”
Jack tore off a strip of paper on which he had written his name and phone number, in small, slightly messy script, and offered it to Andrea. “Feel free to contact me whenever you are free. I would be delighted to catch up with you so we could discuss mythology some more. I don’t keep many acquaintances these days, but I would love to pick your brain over coffee some day.”
He hoped that Andrea would accept his offer. Not only would he genuinely enjoy the company, but she was far too precious to lose touch with!
Andrea valiantly fought off tears of joy as Doris handed her a- thankfully- the plastic bag, but her bottom lip did wobble just a little. Her book! She'd searched for it for so long!
"Of course I will come back. I think I have just barely scratched at the surface of this wondrous place." Doris also reminded her a lot of Alisa, which made very fond memories of the motherly, kind florist spring to the surface of her mind.
She held out the plastic bag in order to accept Jack's number so that she wouldn't inadvertently ruin it with her fingers. "I absolutely accept, Jack. Coffee and a conversation sounds just wonderful."
She looped her bag over one arm so that she couldn't lose it, and aimed a thousand-watt smile at the both of them. "I am so glad I decided to come out today. I wish I did not have to return home quite so soon, but, well." She wiggled her bare hands at them, though he supposed in retrospect Jack only knew what that meant.
"I will make sure to stop by again soon though! Thank you again. Farewell!"
She waved again and turned, letting herself out and tucking her hands into her pockets as soon as she hit the sidewalk. It was going to be a very rushed speedwalk home.... but at least she had something to read when she got there!
Jack dropped the number into the bag, and offered Andrea a knowing wink as she excused herself. “Be safe, my dear! I look forward to it!” With smiles and waves exchanged, the tinkle of the bell rang through the store as Jack and Doris smiled towards the door and the delightful young girl they had both acquainted. Silence settled over the store. Jack’s smile slowly faded to neutral, and slowly, purposefully, he made his away around the counter and opened up Doris’ accounts book. He ignored the look that she gave him.
Andrea Gordon. A name, a number, and an address.
Closing the book, he returned to the front of the counter, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a thick roll of notes. Loosening the elastic band, he started counting out the cost of the Isadora, the pile of notes rapidly growing. A small fortune, paid in full. “Make it $500 for her.”
Doris cocked an eyebrow. “You sure?”
Jack nodded, smiling at his old friend. “Did you hear her? Donating her money to the city. If anyone else had told me that, I would have called bullshit.” He smiled softly to himself. “Be nice for her to be able to own something out of her reach, especially after seeing how much it meant to her.” His gaze fell onto the old photograph and lingered there. Two young fools. Naive, reckless, and far too stupid fo for their own good.
“And..?”
Jack didn’t reply.
“I know you, Jack Hitchcock...”
Wrapping his roll of cash tight, he slipped it back into his pocket and returned to browsing the shelves. Doris watched him, chewing at her bottom lip.
“You know I don’t pry, Jack. I made that promise to you, and I made that promise to Earl. But she’s not...” She narrowed her eyes at the old man. He met her stare, until she dropped her gaze. “She’s sweet. I like her, Jack...” the old woman said quietly.
Jack drew out a book from the shelves, flipping it open, silent for a long moment. “Yeah. I do too.”