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 has been sometime since we were last acquainted with each other, you seem somewhat different than I recall-”
Slate was rather disappointed to hear the mercenary’s words interrupted. They were, after all, confirmation that he and Calley were distinct, and from a source other than Antonescu. The interruptive explosion failed to elicit an immediate reaction from him, save for a “Hmm.” He turned after a moment, and looked down at the field. “That would be the other girl, then. Explosive powers?” He thought out loud. This was not done because he was in the habit of thinking out loud. This was done because his employer was in the habit of dropping details with little or no prompting, and Slate found Calley’s hobby of collecting details to be... not entirely disagreeable.
In a moment’s time, all sound from the field below ceased. He tilted his head the slightest bit, looking at the two girls below. Not Kitra. Perhaps the other girl. But why?
“I see Ms. Evans has yet to require a sense of subtlety,” the mercenary said in a deadpan tone.
Slate turned his gaze to the two standing with him. Not Hunter; as much the man liked to hear himself speak, he did not particularly care to demonstrate his capabilities without trigger. Anger was quite an effective trigger, as the clutter had thoroughly tested. Perhaps one day Slate would push Hunter to see if they could learn more of his abilities. For now, that was not his focus. He turned to his fellow teenager. “Zephyr,” he said slowly, ruffling through the clutter’s memories. They’d read their fair share of books—they just hadn’t read them in school. Mythology had been a favorite subject, long ago. “From the Greek Zephyros. The West Wind.” He nodded his head the slightest bit. “Thank you for the silence, Zephyr.” There was no need to ask what the man’s mutation was. Sound was carried through air, was it not? Something about Calley of which Slate approved: his avoidance of self-prompting, far-too-apt nicknames.
"Okay, we're gonna go across now, keep close to me and tell me if you see any signs of some machinery to blast to stop this nonsense......but until then.......we do this the old fashioned way and run."
Kitra chuckled and followed Tris at a quick trot. She ducked as a ball soared a tad bit too close before Tris blew it up. Her mind sifted through her drawings again, the colors and shapes seemed a blur. Until she spotted a bubble like sphere with openings at the top and the bottom. She grinned and concentrated on it surrounding her and Tris, "Don't worry if any go through. This sphere will stop them."
As if to prove her point, a plastic ball got through Tris' defence and slammed into the shield, Kitra winced slightly and hoped Tris hadn't seen. She spotted something and pointed, "Tris, I think that's it! Aim for right there...." She pointed at a black box type thing inserted in the wall. She hoped that destroying it might stop those frickin annoying plastic balls.... She was also feeling like the balls were being slammed into her....but Tris didn't need to know that, not yet.
Tris while understandably being alittle under pressure here.....was actually having a damn good time, blasting a slow but clear path across the massive open, flying ball strewn arena.....albeit her way was alittle loud and not to stealth like, but still it got them where they needed to go in a non bruised and battered fashion, which was nice...... She was getting abit worried about Kit though, as they was almost a quarter of a way across the field and she hadn't heard her speak or anything, and its not exactly like she could look around as she had to concentrate on keeping up the offensive shield to deflect the many projectiles flying at them.....maybe she should have waited longer for Kit to recover... damn it..... She was- thankfully- interrupted from her worried musing as Kit spoke.
She grinned and concentrated on it surrounding her and Tris, "Don't worry if any go through. This sphere will stop them."
Tris grinned and nodded unquestionably- believe Kit could do what she claimed, risking a quick look back to smile at Kit; "Thanks hun" ,before going back to clearing them a path.
She spotted something and pointed, "Tris, I think that's it! Aim for right there...." She pointed at a black box type thing inserted in the wall.
Tris's concentrated efforts were again distracted as Kit pointed out a large black box thing protruding from the wall not that far from them. Tris grinned- helllllllllllllllllooooo control center type thing, this was too easy-......Finally a way to turn the stupid ball hurling machine off, Tris thought as she quickly aimed a hand at the box and flicking her wrist at it, blew the whole thing and part of the surrounding wall, into oblivion.
...She smiled in satifaction as with a whirling, groaning sound, the balls stopped, and the machine came to a halt.
SHe turned to Kit and beamed; "Now that wasn't sooo....." she didn't finished, as another, stronger mechanical rumbling started, under their feet this time, almost like a mini earthquake, and getting stronger. "I dont know what that does, but I dont like the sound of this.....Kit, thinking we better run now." Tris said hurriedly, as she grabbed ahold of the other girls arm, and pulling her, started to make a desperate break for the other side over the rapidly shivering ground.
....however the floor must have been equipped with pressure senses or something.....Tris came to this conclusion, as despite their current speed, a large circular area of the floor seemed to be cutting itself out around them, dangerously large cracks spreading everywhere despite running...........they could never reach the edged of the space in time........they didn't..........as a quite large circular area of the floor suddenly broke from its surrounding's and dropped........and Kit and Tris hung suspended in the air for a single moment as the floor dropped away from them, before they dropped too.......damn this was gonna hurt.....
Tris blew up the box thing and turned to her. "Now that wasn't sooo....."
And Tris was inturrepted by a larger, more ghastly sounding rumbling. It came from under there feet, the floor itself felt like it was going to break apart.
"I dont know what that does, but I dont like the sound of this.....Kit, thinking we better run now."
Kitra felt herself being pulled along and ran quite willingly wih Tris....Unfortunatley neither one was fast enough. She started paniing as the floor began to seemingly break apart underneath their feet. 'What to do! Omg...omg..omg....Gah!! What can I do!?.....My whip.... She was disgusted with herself for a single moment then reached for her green-thorned whip's hilt at her ankle. A split second later she had it in her hand as the floor dropped from underneath them....her whip snapped towards a hanging pipe that had been exposed and warped from Tris' explosive use of her power's as her other hand tightened its grip on Tris...
It caught and held and as it did so, it nearly pulled Kitra's arm out of its socket...She hissed and looked down and her eyes went huge....It was a long way down...plus the really really sharp and pointy looking spikes jutting from....well she couldn't see the bottem....but the bottem would be her guess...
She and Tris hung there for a few seconds, "Tris....what do we do now? Any thoughts perhasp? Anything would be great...."
......and Kit made a grab for her, and they dropped........but not as far or fast as Tris thought they would.......and then with a jolt, and they stopped quite sooner and much more pleasantly than Tris would have expected......
Tris looked up at the whip coiled around an exposed drainpipe.....then down its length to Kits arm....at Kits other arm holding Tris to her.....then further down at the shiny rods of metal sharpened to points further down- DAMN, who would design something like this?
She looked back up at Kit; "NIce reflexes." she grinned as she clung onto her lifeline and relief from sharp and pointy metal death, aka Kit.....
She and Tris hung there for a few seconds, "Tris....what do we do now? Any thoughts perhasp? Anything would be great...."
"A ladder or rope might be nice." Tris repyied in a questioning tone- as in, can you do it?
Instead of answering Tris, Kitra closed her eyes as her mind sifted through her sketches once more. She caught a sketch and grinned... Her grin soon turned into a frown as she nearly lost her grip on her whip, not her physical grip....her mental grip on keeping it into being....She gulped and concentrated....very carefully. Slowly, a knotted rope appeared and tied itself around the exposed pipe and dropped itself down next to her and Tris. "Tris, I want you to grab the rope. I'll use my whip to swing myself up and over this pit.
Once Tris had grabbed the rope, she swung herself slowly back and forth to get to an edge of the pit...after a minute she was close enough to the edge that she could let her whip drop out of being and land on solid floor. She swung again then let her whip disappear and somehow managed to land on solid floor.
"Phew." Kitra shook her head and turned to see how Tris was doing. She nearly lost her balance and moved slightly over to keep upright....little did she know she had just triggered another trap.....
Slowly, a knotted rope appeared and tied itself around the exposed pipe and dropped itself down next to her and Tris. "Tris, I want you to grab the rope. I'll use my whip to swing myself up and over this pit.
Tris reached one hand out to gingerly tug on the rope- making sure it was really there and able to support her, she grinned at Kit; "You sure are handy about the house aren't you." she said before nodding and and doing as he other girl asked- grabbing the rope and slowly transferring her weight from Kit to it.....trying hard to not think about how the only reason this rope had come into being was Kit and if she wanted it to not be there......yea, no, that was a bad thought to have while climbing away from pointy gravity wielding pain on the imagination of another.
Once Tris had grabbed the rope, she swung herself slowly back and forth to get to an edge of the pit...after a minute she was close enough to the edge that she could let her whip drop out of being and land on solid floor. She swung again then let her whip disappear and somehow managed to land on solid floor.
Tris climbed slowly and carefully up the rope until.... she was high enough to get enough momentum to swing across to the no so far away solid seemingly ground......Of course that solid ground could only be reached once Tris let go of the rope and jumped there.....and suddenly the rope was seeming alot nicer s she clung to it instead....
"Phew." Kitra shook her head and turned to see how Tris was doing. She nearly lost her balance and moved slightly over to keep upright....little did she know she had just triggered another trap.....
Kit was already on nice looking solid ground....but not for long it may seem, as with her return to solid land, another clocking, metallic sound re vibrated throughout the area and some big metal ball type things were released into the large oval area they were currently inhabiting.....so no, these were not the small, plastic bruising balls that had so annoyed them earlier......these was huge iron roller things, 30 in all, designed to crush anything standing in their path.
Tris shouted to Kit; "Oh God- look behind you." at the huge rolling orbs of heavy, crushing pain rolled towards them at varying paces. "This is ridiculous- Who designed this damn course!" Tris said incredulously. "Someone making a movie or something- Indiana Jones and Golden Disc of Antonescu?"
While she was probably safer up here, Kit was not, and if Kit was not she was not either really......so Tris gathered momentum again and swung to safe ground- safe for the time being anyway.
She landed on her feet and turned to face this newest, ridiculous yet dangerous threat, with a glare and considering air as to how to get over this problem......She tried Blowing the balls up.....but all she managed to do was blow a chunk in them, or deflect their course slightly....would that be enough?
(OOC: Quick note for everyone, while the course may appear lethal, there is a safety device built into everything. For example, if you fell far enough into the pit you’d have activated motion sensors, the spikes would retract and be replaced with a soft surface. With the giant metal balls the floor can be magnetised and will be before you get crushed.)
IC: Hunter left Zephyr and Slate to talk to themselves. Asides from their first meeting the two had not met. He ignored Slate’s quip about being introduced, after all the information was inaccurate anyway. Looking down on the girls he watched as they progressed across the course.
He couldn’t remember who had designed it, but they had clearly watched too many movies. By her comments Tris seemed to agree. Next time he would work for a more realistic course, with more human opponents and less elaborate traps. Still, it was a challenge, and was keeping the pair on their toes.
The blasted through the balls, Kitra swung them out of the pit, and now they had the giant metal spheres to deal with. Tris had been ineffective in eliminating the sphere’s entirely, they were too dense and she did not have sufficient strength at this time. She had however redirected it, and if she continued to do so she could help Kitra out of the predicament she had found herself in.
OOC: Thanks Hunter, we knew you wouldn't let two of your rising ....*coughs*....employees get squashed or maimed. XD...
IC: "Oh God- look behind you."
Kitra spun around and her eyes went huge. There was a huge metalic sphere rolling right for her....followed by many many more. She shouted at the same time Trsi spoke up, "Oh just frickin great! Who the heck designed this!!"
"This is ridiculous- Who designed this damn course!"
Kitra let out an exespartated laugh, "I have no idea but we better hotfoot it outta here!!"
Tris had blown a few chunks out of the balls....it altered their course slightly but not enough. She looked around, scanning for something to use....nothing...nothing..nothing...this isn't good....nothing....yes! There was a door off to the side and she shouted to Tris, "Come on! There's a door over here!" She pointed and made a diving dash for it.....got in and Tris dived in right after her.
Kitra slammed the door shut, turning to look at what they had gotten themselves into...."Tris, I think we are in trouble...." They were in a maze...and it looked...deadly calm...like the calm before the storm type calm.... She swallowed and said the words that all come to dread the instant after they said it...."What will happen now?"
In the newly created sphere of silence the air was almost completely still, due to this lack of background interference voices carried farther then they would naturally and so when Calley murmured Zephyr’s name the merc casually shifted his attention back young companion. When the boy then went on to accurately describe the origin of his moniker the elementals brow rose a fraction and he gave the young man an appraising look.
“Very astute” he said simply, it was likely the closest he’d come to openly complimenting someone. “I did not picture you as a follower mythology, though I suppose I should not be surprised…” Zephyr trailed off as he sought for another topic of conversation. The elemental was not what many would term a “people person” it was not that he was socially inept; he could be polite or evening charming when the occasion called for it and there suitable incentive however he was always preferred to leave the majority of the conversation to the other person. However with the ball now in his court so to speak he decide he changed the course of discussion toward what little he knew of Calley, “Your presence in the labs has been rather sparse as of late, what exactly has our employer kept you occupied with?”
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Slate turned his gaze back towards the two young women below, but his focus remained upon Zephyr. 'Very astute'--he rather relished the sound of those words.
“Your presence in the labs has been rather sparse as of late, what exactly has our employer kept you occupied with?”
Slowly, Slate returned his gaze to the mercenary. "If our employer wished for you to know such, I am certain he would not hesitate to tell you." Something Slate rather enjoyed: speaking of Antonescu as if the man was not standing right there with them. "Please forgive the rudeness of my reply." He finished with simple politeness. Frankly, their missions were not their own--they were Hunter's. As such, Slate did not feel any desire to speak of them. He tilted his head the slightest bit to the side, appraising the teenager. "When we first met, Antonescu introduced you a mercenary of some..." He paused a moment, his eyes lidding slightly as he sought the precise words, "'subtlety' and 'experience'." It was clear from the slight dip in his tone that while he did not hold an opinion upon that first term, he somewhat doubted the second. "If I may ask, how does one of our age gain such a reputation as to attract the attention of our esteemed mutual employer?" It was a question which could easily be turned back upon him. That did not make it invalid, however.
Tris slammed her power time after time into the massively heavy objects rolling towards them, but their momentum was so great that all she could do was merely divert their course alittle.........but working with Kit- it was alittle, but just enough.
There was a door off to the side and she shouted to Tris, "Come on! There's a door over here!" She pointed and made a diving dash for it.....got in and Tris dived in right after her.
Kit spotted the far off door they were meant to get through, and she took off towards it, Tris, sprinted after her, watching out for the heavy obstacles........and somehow, they both got through. Kit diving through only seconds before Tris.......Tris hit the ground and rolled against a wall....and stayed there.
Kitra slammed the door shut, turning to look at what they had gotten themselves into...."Tris, I think we are in trouble...." They were in a maze...and it looked...deadly calm...like the calm before the storm type calm.... She swallowed and said the words that all come to dread the instant after they said it...."What will happen now?"
Tris just sat there for a full minute, enjoying the lovely sensation of not running from dangerous thing for delicious moment- she was panting slightly and getting sweaty from her exertions with the unexpected exercise and continuous use of her exploding power......but she was feeling okay, alittle tired but not too drained- as long as she didn't have to use her freezing power for any extended amount of time, she'd be good.
Tris looked around at their surroundings, seeing the same darkly silent maze that Kit did. She got up, dusting herself off as she answered the other girl; "Well, since this is a dark and creepifying maze, probably lots more fun trigger traps like we just experienced." she glanced at Kit to see she didn't seem to be doing completely okay in the gloomy space, so Tris went over and slapped her on the back in a companionable fashion; "But then again, you can conjure stuff into being and I can blast and freeze it.......come on, we're hot chicks with supers powers.....we can so kick this mazes arse." Injected humour into her words and tone to lighten up both of their moods.
Hunter watched as the girls stopped to regroup. With no intention to allow them a chance to rest Hunter turned to Slate and Zephyr. “Seeing as you are here you two can assist in the training. Whenever they are not progressing, like now, you are free to interfere.”
“Zephyr, you may utilise this supply of balls,” he gestured to a large pile of plastic balls, similar to the one he had thrown at Kitra, “to encourage them to keep moving. Please keep their velocity low enough to avoid breaking bones. Calley, you may utilise this weapon.”
He pointed to what looked like a machine gun, but fired rubber bullets. The rate of fire was high, but the velocity to make the projectiles merely painful, not harmful. “There should be sufficient ammunition to keep the pair of them occupied. Between you I’m sure you can convince them to keep moving.”
“Is that so?” Zephyr’s tone held no trace of hostility or aggravation at the impolite reply; indeed to the casual observer it would seem as though the mercenary had simply lost interest in the subject. If one with significant intelligence or experience were to examine the elementals features however they would detect a hint of fascination in the young mans azure eyes. Simon was after all only human, and curiosity was unfortunately an inherent trait in both the Homo sapiens and Homo superior species. To be told that he was not meant to have knowledge of a subject would naturally only give him an incentive to investigate further.
There is a popular saying though which says something along the lines of curiosity being the death of many a feline creature, during his limited time with the various mafias and criminal rings in Europe Zephyr had seen that was indeed a ring of truth to the saying and so he normally held such inclinations in check. In this case though he could see no immediate drawbacks to perusing the subject, he was not after all attempting to go behind his employers back, the man was in the same room after all and easily within hearing distance, if the merc should happen to touch upon an undesirable topic the vampire would certainly inform him.
The one difficulty however would be getting Calley to let something slip. It was obvious that the boy had no intention of giving away the information freely, however Simon had long ago discovered two fundamental truths about everyone. The first was that everyone had price; this most clearly applied to the merc himself for he would do anything for the right price and while some might try and admonish him for his apparent lack of morals he had yet to find an individual who did not have price, whether it be monetary, or in some cases a loved ones safety.
The second was truth was that no one was perfect and therefore they felt insecure about something. If one could simply find the metaphorical lever they could manipulate that individual as easily as any puppet. This was what he would attempt with Calley.
Just as he was set to implement his impromptu strategy though his companion went on to apologize for his less than respectful comment before then going on to question the circumstances concerning the merc’s recruitment into the Kabal. The way the query had been worded though suggested that Simons skills had been over exaggerated and for a brief moment the elementals eyes were lit with amusement before being hastily replaced with an expression of weariness. “Truthfully I don’t know, as you implied experience is not something most of our age group has in large amounts and since I never came to the attention of the media I can only assume I was referred by a previous employer.”
Pausing for a moment to ensure that Calley had finished speaking Zephyr titled his head to the side slightly and regarded his companion once again. Although he was not an expert at social interaction he knew enough to recognize that the so called spy of the Kabal was currently demonstrating about as much personality as a robot. Either the kid was one of the best actors in the world or he had other means of collecting information. Although not terribly concerned about the matter it gave a place to start his impromptu interrogation.
“You must be extremely skilled at remaining unnoticed…” he began in an off hand tone, “because it is obvious that you would fail to extract any information through normal discussion, you seem to have no concept of tact. There are those who would see your earlier response as somewhat defensive and if those same individuals were inclined to make assumptions they might attribute such a response to the fact that you have been… less than successful, in your endeavors.” The emphasis that was placed on certain words made it clear what Zephyr’s opinion was.
“Seeing as you are here you two can assist in the training. Whenever they are not progressing, like now, you are free to interfere. Zephyr, you may utilize this supply of balls to encourage them to keep moving. Please keep their velocity low enough to avoid breaking bones. Calley, you may utilize this weapon”[/color]
The elemental glanced at the small mound of spherical projectiles, while it would be no great strain for him to propel the orbs it wasn’t really a task he was that inclined to perform at the moment. Still he had to earn his rather lucrative paycheck in some manner and if launching plastic spheres was the price he had to pay well… it was no great sacrifice really. Levitating a single ball from the top of the pile Zephyr turned his attention back to the two women down below him and with a single thought sent the ball hurtling down towards its unwitting targets. If they both failed to sense the orbs approach then Ms. Evans would be receiving a rather unpleasant wakeup call.
It was safe to say that the teenage mercenary continued to hold Slate's attention throughout his... little retort. Since the quips were either at Calley and the clutter's expense or at traits he rather appreciated in himself, Slate almost wished that the young man had continued. His pleasant deadpanning was refreshing. Entertaining, as well. A small smile existed on the corner's of Slate's mouth for their mutual employer to crush with his unwanted interruption on their mutually enlightening conversation.
“Seeing as you are here you two can assist in the training. Whenever they are not progressing, like now, you are free to interfere. Zephyr, you may utilize this supply of balls to encourage them to keep moving. Please keep their velocity low enough to avoid breaking bones. Calley, you may utilize this weapon.”
With a slow feeling of rising white noise (Slate's very own version of dread), he turned to look at the indicated weapon. At the mere sight of the thing he turned their mind over to the clutter.
"Whoot!" Calley exclaimed, pouncing on the weapon. "Please tell me this shoots paint balls." He turned to grin a moment at Zephyr. "Please forgive--" he began, in a facsimile of Slate's tone, "--my lack of response to your quips, Zeph. May I call you Zeph?" He brought the machine gun to bear on Kitra's position. Be part of the reason that he got exposed as a spy, would she? Heh. Get ready to dodge, big Sis. "Orders are orders, though." He pulled and held the trigger, adjusting the aim so that the stream of bullets arched steadily towards a certain artist. Heh. Run, Kitra, run.