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.
Captain Kevlar would be an issue. Ranger could handle him, but not while avoiding the mutant who was violently ensuring God didn’t flood the world again. So Ranger went sideways. Keeping line of sight on Stasis so he could keep the man’s head down.
The other man asked if Ranger had any glowy paintballs. ”Glowy?...” Ranger started to ask but decided better of it. No need to open the can of worms of Ranger not being able to see fluorescent paint because he was too busy seeing heat. ”No.” Ranger called as he reloaded his pistol.
Last mag.
Ranger decided to change tactics. He saw the bulletproof target standing in front of his compatriot. His compatriot was thrusting out an empty hand to try and protect himself. Ranger grabbed a desk chair and shotput it at the bulletproof man with a superhuman force.
The chair sailed through empty air. The man was just gone. The chair slammed into a cubicle wall and ripped that panel of the wall off, sending it slamming into another wall on the other side of the cubicle.
The looming person vanished in a flash of light and now one of Zek's pocket dimension was full. That was fine, he had four more empty ones.
Then a heavy metal chair tore through the air and like, half the office in the blink of an eye.
"AIIIIII!" Zek screamed sopranoishly as he rapidly backpedaled in the most awkward crab walk ever. "What was that? Hey, y'all need to stop throwing chairs!" he yelled. "Someone could get hurt!" Hopefully the other guys.
"Hey Senor Shoot-em-up! What's the goal here?" Zek said. He opened a small portal in front of him and stuck his arm through it and into a locker in Zekworld, where he began rummaging around for the item he was looking for. The case of bottles that had kerosene-soaked rags stuffed in them.
Ranger had to keep in mind, just because he could see, didn’t mean the other guy on his side could. And that a chair flying right in front of you at mach-Jesus, barely missing you, had to be alarming. Especially when you couldn’t see it coming.
After screaming, and comically moving in reverse, the guy asked what the goal was.
”Arrestin’ these guys. Alive, but conscious is negotiable. An’ have the buildin’ still standin’ when we’re through.” Ranger said before ducking a rainbow wave. He then sprang back up and grabbed a line of cubicles. He pulled for a moment and then it shook. His mass increased and the whole row started to move. Swinging it at the opposition like the largest baseball bat in history. It built speed as it traveled. Only the first 20 degrees of the arc dug into the floor, after that it was in the air.
Wait, arresting? Was this guy some kind of cop? "Wait, arresting? Are you some kind of cop?" Zek asked as he immediately put the case of prepared Molotov cocktails back in the locker. Dang, working with the fuzz was gonna limit his options. From what he'd gleaned, they didn't like it went you set fire to buildings, even if said fire met the qualifications of leaving a building standing.
Time for Plan B.
"That's a lot less fun but AAAAHHH!" Zek yelped as an entire row of paint=spattered cubicles swung through the air. "Seriously, whoever's doing that, stop throwing office furniture!" What ever happened to civilized office warfare?
It was time to put an end to this.
Zek grabbed his disco staff out of his locker and pulled it through the portal and into Dullworld. It was a walking stick with an orb on the end with a few LED lights that could spin around. He shut the portal and threw a white ball at the ceiling around the center of the office, where it began a ten foot white disc blasting light down into the office space. And the sound system began playing a song. At the same time, he flicked the switch on his disco staff and laser lights began pouring out from the orb and EDM started blasting from a hidden speaker.
”Some kind, yeah.” Ranger said. Being a Federal agent—more specifically one of their door-kickers—was close to being a cop.
It seemed Ranger’s friend was not amused by Ranger’s furniture tossing antics. Left the man yelping and yelling.
”Y’ got a better idea, I’m all ears.” Ranger said as the row kept moving, a little strain in his voice. The intensity at the end going up as a section of the cubicle was hit by the stasis and broke off. The part past it went flying off, the part on the side Ranger was holding snapped off and kept arcing.
Ranger released the part he was holding and sent it sailing toward RGBastard.
The man who didn’t like all the flying furniture took the initiative and bathed the office in light—and a meme.
The sudden influx of light didn’t immediately register to Ranger. At first it was largely invisible. He could see some of what was happening from the IR light it emitted. Mostly from the LEDs as they generated their light.
Over the course of several seconds, Ranger’s eyes returned to normal as they were bathed in intense visible light. Ranger tripped as his clear view on his surroundings became a bright and flashy world that stung his readapting eyes.
”Oof. Why the light.” Ranger growled to himself as he pushed himself back up.
So Gunsmoke was some kind of cop. Yep, Zek was definitely glad he hadn't pulled out his morningstar. From his experience, law enforcement tended to not like people bashing other peoples' heads in with medieval weaponry. Not that medieval weapons were great against rainbow rays of death. Nope. Guns were way better. but Zek also realized that he didn't have a carry permit so maybe guns weren't the best option right now either. Ah well, he had other toys.
"I have way better ideas all the time," Zek said with a snooty sniff. He thrust a hand out and a golden ball whizzed into a cubicle. It vanished in a flash of light. Another golden ball swiped a second cubicle. Then Zek threw the corresponding scarlet balls of light over at the other guy who made light (but not melty light) and right before the orbs hit the ceiling, they flashed and the two cubicles started falling.
"Git wrecked," Zek said, rubbing his fingerless-glove-clad hands together.
Ranger wasn’t sure he trusted any better idea that the man had. The entire interaction with the man had been just on the sane side of crazy. Maybe the situation had a lot to do with it, but Ranger wasn’t convinced.
The man had the vibe of a woo girl on a Saturday night. It wasn’t a Saturday night at a club. It left you constantly in the lurch when interacting with him. That said, the idea was not too bad. Golden balls shot into a cubicle and the cubicle just vanished. Gone. He then threw scarlet balls and the cubicle reappeared… Just in time to pancake the non pancaking light wielder.
”Okay. It was a better idea.”
Ranger cast his gaze around and saw, through the void where a cubicle once stood, the man who cast the rainbow pancake waves. Ranger decided on a risky course of action.
Moving at a run, but not a sprint, Ranger charged the man. After a brief moment he was hit by the smell of purple. Ranger delayed one more step then lept. Ranger’s foot barely cleared the wave of rainbow light that flooded across the space he had once occupied. His power had boosted the jump and the apex of his arc sent Ranger through the drop ceiling.
Ranger blocked the fiberboard material with his arms and rolled his body forward to bring an elbow down on the rainbow pancake man on the descent. ”Fun’s over.” Ranger said as he slammed the side of one hand into the man’s brachial nerve on his neck.
The man’s eyes rolled back like Ranger had just done a forced reboot.
Zek's eyes practically bulged out of his head and his mouth stretched wide enough to reveal all of his teeth. "Ha-hah! I can't believe that actually worked!" he cried as the cubicles squashed one of the people who were annoying him. Usually people were smart enough to duck out of the way of falling objects.
Zek immediately began celebrating. Twirling his disco staff around like a baton, he immediately began to do the Running Man while dabbing. The corresponding motions were in complete contrast to the song blasting out of Zekworld, but it went decently with the EDM from the staff. "Now it's a party!" he said, twisting his next around to find LiteBlight. They could use more rainbows in the place.
Then he saw Mr. Big Shot jump into the ceiling, ricochet off, and lay a smackdown on Prismaniac after one final blast of pretty lights.
"Oh nevermind," Zek said, seeing the dude go limper than a wet noodle. "So is that it, then? We get 'em all?"
Standing up, Ranger dusted himself off. He was covered in insulation and white granules from the destroyed drop ceiling fiberboard. He pulled out zip ties as he turned toward the other man who had assisted him.
”That’s all of ‘em. Thanks for the assist, friend.” Ranger knelt down and zip tied Rainbow Dash’s hands. ”Everyone alive… I hope.” Ranger cast a glance to the last person Zek had stopped, ”An the buildin’s still standin’.”
Ranger turned back to the man, ”Now, y’ might want t’ get outta here. Only danger left is paperwork, if y’ skedaddle before I hand y’ paperwork t’ fill out, then oh darn. I don’t know who y’ are. Unless fillin’ out sworn statements is y’r thing?”
Huh, so that was it then. "Huh, so that's it then," Zek said as final bits of debris and dust settled down in the now-relatively still office space. Shooter McGee was now...just tying someone up. "Ohh, he's not dead? Dang," he said. Zek was wanting to know if the guy exploded into rainbows when he died. Ah well, guess he wasn't finding out just then. The day was still young though...
Zek shook his head and the song from Zekworld cut off as Zek paused the sound system. Then he switched off the EDM and LED lights on the disco staff, leaving the whole place far, far quieter than before and lit up only by splotches of glowing paintball splatters and the ten foot right of white light from Zekworld that was blasting out from behind Zek.
"No sirree, Bobby Boy," Zek said unrepentedly, "I don't bother with the paperwork. Allergies, you know. Besides--ack! The Moontians!" Zek's glowing eyes widened. "Dangit, I forgot about them! I gotta find Cracker! Portal awaayyyyy!"
With that, Zek swiped his staff in front of him and threw himself back into Zekworld, allowing the portal to iris shut, leaving the office in darkness and ruin and feeble whimpers of wounded baddies.