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.
The Gentle rush of the waterfall soothed the savage beast as she dragged herself towards her spot. She climbed into the cave from the drier side as she began to change back into her human form. The Wolf girl was in pain, there was no doubt about that.
She bandaged up the area around the knives before yanking them out. She let out a howl both times, applying preassure to them. She groaned softly, tail drooping between her legs.
Emerald had treated her own wounds before, she had the scars to prove it. The Wolf girl managed to bandage up her her wounds on her torso, rather sloppily. She always kept a first aid kit in the cave next to her sleeping bag, so needless to say she was prepared for anything.
Emerald remembered fighting people and winning but otherwise everything was a big blur. She also didnt remember the fact she killed a few deer on the way in, leaving thier bones outside at the edge of the lake.
The wolf girl groaned again, laying her head up against the wall, vision blurred, it would take her a while to recover from this She had already changed out of her x uniform which was torn up and bloodied up. Em decided she would need to change into her normal clothes she kept in the cave for emergancies. Meaning sweatpants and a shirt. But unfortunatly, her shirt was too soaked to even wear on her dry bandages. She grabbed her dad's deniem jacket, which she left in the cave for safe keeping, like she did during all her missions, and zipped it up all the way to cover up her bandaged upper torso.
The last thing she needed was some guy to see her half naked.
Em growled a bit as she lay her head on the pillow built into the sleeping bag. The Lupine female attempted to soothe her achind body by a little rest, unknowing or just not caring what was going on outside of the cave which was blocked off by the waterfall.
Rupert had gone for a little drive, and he’d left his cell phone behind him. The battery was dead.
The battery was dead because, between her more important duties, Captain Cynthia Myers had been calling him like clockwork to chew him out. He’d left the thing charging at his apartment, and had headed out to clear his head.
He felt… hollow. Fuzzy. Something. Like there was a fog wrapped around his brain. A fog that Cynthia’s voice had been able to cut threw like a dentist’s drill tied to a pickaxe. Thank you, Lord, he prayed silently and sincerely, for killing my cell phone. He liked his fog. It meant he didn’t have to really think.
He pulled off into a little over-grown dirt parking lot just off the interstate. There was a nice little forest here. He’d used to come to it all the time, when he’d first moved to New York, until a string of mutant attacks in the place had made him and the rest of the population think twice about entering this place. He was in an excellent position to know that those attacks had ended, though. And he doubted strongly that anyone would look for him here. Especially not Captain Cynthia Myers. That woman knew where he lived.
He shoved his hands into his pockets, and made his way through his little numbing fog over to a small river that ran through this place. It even had its own waterfall. And, apparently, its own set of fresh deer bones. Rupert stopped cold. From behind the waterfall, two piercing howls split the air and his fog more effectively than even Cynthia’s voice. Rupert drew his gun, and quietly positioned himself with his back to the rock wall next to the waterfall, and one eye peering behind the water curtain into the little cave. The fact that this wasn’t the stupidest thing he’d done that day said a lot about what kind of day he was having.
There was a young woman inside. Badly injured, by the looks of it, and attempting first aid on herself. It looked like she had experience with this sort of thing. She looked… somehow familiar. The fact clicked that those injuries seemed to match in location to the wounds the werewolf at KP had sustained before running off; that made him happy to have his gun, but that wasn’t what was familiar about her. He watched as she dressed herself as best as she could—he sent up quiet praises for that; seeing half-naked mutants really wasn’t on his list of things to do—and settled herself down to rest.
A noise from behind him made him jump. It was just a crow taking off, but it had made him break his cover; he was now clearly visible through the waterfall. Aww, Hell. Might as well dig himself deeper at this point. At least if he got eaten by a werewolf girl, he’d never have to listen to Cynthia telling him to hold so that she could go back to rupturing his eardrum right after she took this call from the S.W.A.T. team’s leader.
He stepped into the cave, gun aimed on the girl on the sleeping bag. “Hey,” he greeted her simply. “You look beat. Does throwing people into squad cars take it out of you?” What really struck him was how innocent she looked. He almost felt bad about having three pounds of his gun’s five pound trigger pulled back. Almost.
((ooc: Could you PM with the info that Rupert would know about Emerald and Fusion Corp?))
Emerald' heard the crow take off, but though nothing off it untill she heard the male's voice. She sat up, intaking a harsh breath, glaring at the man with a gun.
The redhead's dark blue eyes narrowed, feeling something vaguly familar about him. When she realized it was the guy from the fight a snarl began escaping her throat.
"No but defending myself does." She snarled, trying not to rip up her bandages. "You followed me? NOt only that but you intending to shoot me, after I made sure that wierd ass guy didnt hurt your other friend or you. Oh yea really nice, Oh and you will be disembowled by my older sister if you hurt me so I wouldnt suggest it."
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Rupert had gone beyond his last nerve several hours ago, but it was very hard to completely snap on a Captain who wouldn’t let him get a word in edgewise. An injured mutant who was part of the joys he’d been through today was another matter entirely.
“I wasn’t following you, freak. Why the Hell would I want to follow you? What, do you think I haven’t had my fill of your kind today? Trust me: I’ve seen more than enough. This is a public forest, in case you haven’t noticed, not your private property. I’ve got a right to go for a walk without hearing some freak howling from a cave.” He took a breath. Not one of the deep in-and-out breaths that his anger management teacher was training him to do, but a sharp give-me-air-so-I-can-keep-yelling breath. And he was yelling. He was also using the gun to gesture, which probably wasn’t going to help the mutant stay calm, and which definitely wasn’t a good idea. Some of his gestures were leaving him wide open for the mutie to grab the gun, or straight out attack him. “And nice job of making sure we weren’t hurt: looked more to me like you were trying to eat that four-armed freak like those deer out there.” He pointed the gun clear away from her, and out the waterfall. Not smart. But frankly, he’d just about forgotten he was even holding it. Yelling at the mutant was a lot more rewarding than shooting at it, for the moment. “Hey, guess what: it’s not hunting season. Remind me to add poaching to your charges. Another thing: what the Hell was that, with Kurt’s body? Was that pity? He didn’t need your pity, mutant! He needed you to look where you were tossing things! Take your damn pity and choke on it, all right? And believe me,” he said, bringing his gun back around to her. “I couldn’t care less about your sister. If every cop could take out one mutant before he died, it’d be a better deal than we’ve been getting.” His ranting was interrupted by a wheezing cough, and he struggled to get his breath back. Poor lung capacity and a screaming rant will do that to a guy. There was still something familiar about this girl, but he wasn’t thinking enough to remember what it was.
((ooc: ...Would you like to get the gun from Rupert before I have him remember what he knows about you? That would lead to less attempts to shoot you in the near future... lol))
The wolf girl rolled her eyes at him. Though her senses were shot, she still had pretty good accuracy. The Lupine kicked the gun out of his hand and into her own. She smiled at him.
"Number one dont call me a freak," Emerald growled, taking the amo all out of his gun. "Number two, I have been shot with these things enough to know a human waving his gun around like he is bloody john wayne is more likely to be killed then not."
Emerald threw the gun to the back of the cave and a soft splash was heard. Apparantly there was some type of lake in the cave. Dark Blue eyes focussed on him, a unamused smirk playing upon her features.
"Number three, I dont kill Innocents. I have been down that road against my will before and I dont particurlary want to go down it again. Your friend was an accident, Im sorry alright, its not like I kill people for a living. As for the deer youre lucky I changed back before you came in here, because you would be dead otherwise."
Emerald cursed under her breath, shifting positions. "Also dont play the human card, My dad is a human and my mom is a mutant. You dont see them waving guns at each other."
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Losing the gun didn’t make Rupert smarter; it just made him less dangerous. And it certainly didn’t help to calm him down. Neither did that smile of hers. He took a step backwards after the gun was kicked out of his hand, then steeled himself in place. Running from a werewolf probably wouldn’t get him far, literally or figuratively. Not that he particularly felt like running. He answered her point for point. “Number one, growl all you want. You aren’t a wolf, and you aren’t a human—so what’s that leave us? Freak.
“Number two, I’m very sorry you’ve been shot a few times. Incredibly sorry. Really, if that first shooter had any sort of aim, the world would be a better place. And I was not waving it around like ‘bloody John Wayne’.” Actually, he had been, and he knew it. But be damned if he was going to admit that to the freak. Rupert watched his gun get tossed, and heard the splash. Great. Maybe if he kept talking, he could get himself killed: that almost seemed better than explaining to Cynthia why he needed a new gun. He returned her smirk with a toothy grin, one that had as little to do with amusement as her own.
“Number three, congratulations: you’ve just won the contradiction award. You don’t kill innocents, but I’m lucky not to get eaten. Nice.” He shook his head, and repeated; “Nice. Nice to know you’re dividing up the world into innocents and edibles, by the way. You’re just a piece of work, aren’t you? Mind if I ask what your guidelines are there? I use the law; don’t know about you. And I can’t say I’ve ever eaten someone. How about you, freak? You don’t kill for a living—how about for lunchmeat?
“And I’m not playing the human card, thanks. I’m playing the NYPD officer card—do you know we had more cops dead last because of freaks like you than we had homicides in the city? That’s impressive. Give yourself a pat on the back, why don’t you. And give me your parents’ address while you’re at it—I think they just made my Christmas card list. ‘Thanks ever so much for not getting yourselves spayed or neutered.’
Something finally clicked in his head. He took another step back, then made himself stop. He smiled and gave a low whistle. “I remember: you’re Oceanwolf, Fusionist’s little runaway pet. Great. Just great. So how many ‘not innocents’ have you killed, girl?” He shoved his hand in the pockets of his suit pants, and leaned against the cave wall. “Going to kill me, too?” He asked. A part of him was worried over how little he cared about her answer. Hell, maybe it didn’t matter—he knew should have died at the Sanctuary, along with his partner and everyone else, anyway.
Emerald snarled at him. Dark Blue eyes glaring at him with as much malice as possible. She was not exactly looking foward to being harrased by some two bit cop that thinks he owns the forest.
"Okay I dont eat humans! Thats gross, I will eat any meat but humans, Rabbit and Veal...or any furred carnivore like myself at times." She retored, returning his grin.
When he mentioned Fusionist however, her smile turned into a scowl and she glared at him, raking her nails across the already prominent claw marks on the wall behind her. Dark Blue eyes narrowing as she tucked a strand of crimsion hair behind her ear.
"Listen you little Boy in Blue, You have no damn Idea what the hell Fusionist put me an my family through. That man is a criminal, he shattered my world, my homelife, he took me away from my home when I was six years old damn it! You humans with the exception of my father and Grandmother think you know everything, well you dont know the half of it. Imagine being beaten every day and having to fight for your food. Does that sound like something you want to do? I killed people back then to live another day, another month, another year. After I escaped I vowed never to kill another innocent person for as long as I lived and I have kept that promise."
Emerald crossed her arms over her chest, grunting in pain. "I wouldnt waste my strength on you. But you could proably kill me if you wanted to, wouldnt that be part of your job officer? To kill me? A seventeen year old girl who just happens to be a mutant? Who hasnt done anything wrong but being born to a loving family who accepts me for who I am?"
Rupert rolled his eyes. He made a very big show of rolling his eyes, in fact. "Nice to know you just kill, not eat. And hey--has it ever occurred to you that people like Fusionist are allowed to do what they do because the vast majority of you freaks are so dangerous? I've seen good men get their throats torn out by your kind for kicks. I don't care if every little freak in town has some sob story to justify their actions--you know what? Maybe they should stop justifying and start doing some good in the world, instead of making a mess of things. Just look at you: you got tortured by some sadistic doctor, so now you get to break into buildings? What is wrong with you?" His answer to her little you-wanna-kill-me? shpeal was to arch an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. I saw how you moved just then, when you got my gun. Don't play the defenseless card, girl. You could be half-dead and you'd still be more than a match for me. And no, I don't want to kill you. I want you to pay for your crimes the same way humans have to. Note the difference."
"You wouldnt care if all themutants died would you? You dont seem to get something sir." Emerald replied with a roll of her eyes. She wagged her tail back and forth, groaning in pain as she shifted her shoulder up.
"Well Those mutants we were fighting, took two of our team mates. they did who knows what to them. You see If you lost a partner or something in enemy fire and if that made you break the law by breaking into a building, would you do it? Knowing you right now you will proably come up with a co** and bull excuse about how humans are aloud to do that."
Emerald pulled a piece of beef jerky from the packaging from her jacket pocket. She chewed on it hungerilly. She threw a pack over to the cop before continuing chewing.
"Now They way I figure you have some reason why you hate mutants, like a loved one died to them or something. Well then I should hate Humans because they tore apart my family, but I dont, It wasnt all humans that did it it was just one. I know you arent asking for my opinion sir but Why cant you just have a vendetta against one mutant and go and bother them while they are trying to heal from stabwounds in the shoulders, torn up upper mouth, a hole threw the foot and who knows what else that crazy bone chick injuried on me. Man I dislike her, Oh well at least I took down two other sanctuary members before leaving, that should let bast and Cassiel have it easier."
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"You wouldnt care if all themutants died would you? You dont seem to get something sir." Emerald replied with a roll of her eyes. She wagged her tail back and forth, groaning in pain as she shifted her shoulder up.
"Actually, my life would be a whole lot simpler if all you muties suddenly dropped dead, yeah." Rupert agreed. "It's not like I've been praying for it, but I wouldn't be crying if it happened, either." He rubbed his temples as she gave her account of the KP situation. "Uh-huh. That's a lot different than the way the big red mutie was telling it. Just supposing you were telling the truth, here's my 'co** and bull excuse' for you: humans aren't allowed to do that. You know what a human would do? They'd call the cops, genius. Not gather their own private militia and wage war in the middle of New York. That's exactly what I'm talking about: you freaks think you're above the law. Maybe if you weren't all going around being destructive vigilantes, the public wouldn't hate you. And if the public didn't hate you, maybe we could get some of you damn freaks on the NYPD so that we could actually deal with mutant criminals. Or here's a thought: you could all just be law-abiding citizens. Ever tried that, Oceanwolf? It's a novel idea, I know." He mocked. He was starting to get a little hoarse now; he lowered his volume so he didn't kill his voice. He wasn't through with this girl yet. Hell, he'd barely begun. This was way better than talking to his therapist. Though it couldn't be good for his blood pressure.
He stared down at the package of jerky that skidded into his foot. Well, why the Hell not. He picked it up, sat himself down, and tore it open as he caught his breath again. The wolfie freak kept right on running her mouth off like she gave a damn about someone besides herself and her fellow freak-league. He was just about to raise to her bait again when a certain phrase lodged itself in his brain like a toothpick.
"Wait, hold up," he raised a hand, putting the palm out towards her; "that bone mutant--does she wear a ribbon in her hair? And what the Hell did any of that have to do with the Sanctuary?"
Rupert, like most cops, was a supporter of Dorian King and the Sanctuary. It wasn't King's fault that some mutants had picked a fight at the Sanctuary's grand opening, but he'd handled the aftermath like a genuinely decent man; it was hard to find genuinely decent men these days. The guy had turned over all his surveillance tapes to the NYPD and given them full access to anything they asked for without even waiting for the court order to come in. What's more, he'd reached into his own pockets to finance the funerals and establish funds for the survivors and the families affected. Rupert's own medical bills had been paid by those funds. If she was going to go trashing the name of the Sanctuary, she had another thing coming.
Emerald smiled when she struck a chord with him. She knew he had nerves of a north american grizly hell he acted like one too. She now knew how to bug him.
"Well mr grizzly, Bone Chick works for guy Dorian king in the Order, as well as Multi armed guy and The Sonic sisters. Now what I know about the order is little because Im not a senoir x woman, I dont even has a special job yet. But if friggan Deathstar gets a good special job before I do I willl throttle the bitch." The wolf girl said the last part with malice.
She took a huge bite out of the jerky with her lupine canines, swallowing hard. She grabbed a bottle of water from her pack and took a long swallow to wash down the jerky. The wolf girl rolled an unopen one to Mr Grizzly.
"Oh an another thing, as mutants go we arent exactly above the law, but when Issues come about between to fractions of mutants, we are the law." She added, wagging her tail
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Rupert didn't appreciate that little I've-got-you smile of hers, but he would have gladly stared at that smile all day if it meant not having to hear what she said next.
To put things politely: it didn't make his day any better. Somehow, like a black miracle, it actually made things worse. The numbing fog on his mind was rapidly being bludgeoned to death by a headache with a jackhammer.
Mister Grizzly, was it? Great. Just great. Rupert took a bite of his jerky, and chewed it to death. What she said confirmed in part what the red guy had told him: the X-men had been involved, and had initiated the attack at KP. That's about where all similarities ended in the accounts.
He picked up the water bottle mid-roll, and drank it as he smoldered. She was still talking. Why was she still talking? And that tail.
Rupert pointed to the tail. "Would you stop wagging that thing? It makes you look like some kind of stupid dog. And I'm going to say this once and only once, so I want you to listen carefully: unless you've got some proof that even I'd believe, do not talk down the Sanctuary, or Dorian King. Do you understand, Miss Freak?"
Emerald couldnt hold in her laughter any more and she began to laugh. She grinned at him, tail wagging back and forth.
"Listen Mr Grizzly the only reason why Im calling you that is because you are acting like one. And you sure as hell got the temper like one." Emerald rolled her eyes.
She sniffed the air and took in his scent, he smelt like sweat, male, frustation and whimpy dog. The wolf girl stiffled another laughter.
"Your scent carries the scent of a dog a little one too, some type of poodle right? Well you dont tell your poodle to stop wagging its tail, its a natural part of a dog's reaction. And since we wolves are the Dog's ansecstors we also have similar gestures. So you are gonna have to deal with this and the thing about the sancutary Im surprised you even like Dorian king because he is a mutant to."