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.
Geo walked into the infirmary, it was mid-day and he had nothing to do since Deja's mysterious dissappearance. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt and blue jeans, his hair pulled back into a ponytail, he wandered between the beds of the infirmiry and watched as the nurses and doctors walked around, probally seeing after someone injured during training, or hell even fighting humans. Geo saw a small table filled with medical utensils and sat on the bed beside it. Pulling off his shirt Geo revealed his muscular highschool quarterback physic. Wrapped around his ribs was medical tape holding in place his ribs as they healed.
Geo reached out to the table and grabbed a pair of scissors, he wasn't one to wait to be taken care of, he always took care of himself. Slowly he lifted up his left are and pulled open the scissors and slipped one of the blades under the tape and on top of the skin. He cut through the tape all the way up till it reached under his arm and finally the last piece of tape cut through. Geo pulled off the tape and tossed it on the bed next to him. He let his arm fall back down and twisted around a bit to test his flexability, it was almost perfect. He grinned, happy to finally be healed after that one night he and Ted had trashed central park in his car. He wondered if Ted had managed to get into hiding before getting shipped into a camp, he had always assumed he was caught, he also wondered if Deja was going to be ok on her own, where ever she went.
Katrina had no one to blame but herself for her injuries, which consisted of a few bumps and bruises as well as a scraped knee and cheek. Calley had been playing nicely and she had brought it all upon herself. If she hadn’t been trying to play tricks with his mind, this never would have happened.
It all started with a tiger-back ride (which was nothing at all like a horseback ride, a Kaz-back ride, or an Abyss back ride. If anything, tiger-back rides were most like a Hunter-back ride. There was something similar in the way that Tiger-Calley and Hunter moved that reminded Katrina of liquid velvet. If there was such a thing.)
A tiger-back ride had seemed like a good idea at the time. Then, once she was riding around on a stripey liquid velvet magic carpet ride, she had gotten the brilliant idea to test whether or not tigers (or boys in tiger’s clothing) could see or smell through illusions. So, Katrina had turned one of the walls in front of them both invisible and unsmellable. After all, it would spoil the trick if Calley could smell that he was about to run into a wall at top speed.
And that was the reason she was in the infirmary. It didn’t hurt bad enough that she was crying, but it did sting a little and it was probably a good idea to make sure it didn’t get infected.
“Hello?” Katrina called, when she reached the entrance to the infirmary. “Is anyone here?”
Geo streched his left arm over his head, pulling it down on the other side with his right arm. His motions still hurt a little but he was glad to be healed again, having broken ribs was a drag. He heard a voice come from the end of the row of beds.
>“Hello?. Is anyone here?”
Geo lowered his arms and half turned towards the door where he saw a familiar small girl walking down towards him. Geo lifted up raised an arm in a half-wave, then pointed towards the busier end of the infirmiry. "I think there was a fight or something, a few people pretty banged up." He then placed his right hand on the ribs that were once broken, "So what brings you here little miss?" He asked, hoping she wasn't to banged up from the uber training sesion.
>>>"I think there was a fight or something, a few people pretty banged up…. So what brings you here little miss?"
“Oh, hi Tristan. I fell off of a tiger,” Katrina shrugged. “It doesn’t hurt too badly. I think it just needs a bandage.”
Katrina walked the rest of the way into the infirmary and looked around. There were chairs for waiting as well as a desk with a computer at it, but no one was sitting in it at the moment. Beyond the desk Katrina could see into two rooms that had beds like in a doctor’s office. Further down was a hallway were other doorways lead to other parts of the infirmary. It smelled stale, like a hospital. There were sounds of people moving around, and someone was wheeled past the far end of the hall on a bed pushed by a nurse. It seemed to be a bustling place.
Tristan stood behind the desk, just outside of the doorway one of the rooms. He was bare-chested and there were strips of cloth piled on the bed in the room behind him. There was no nurse in sight, but he didn’t look like he was injured.
“It looks like everyone is busy. Why are you here today? You don’t look like you’re hurt.”
>“Oh, hi Tristan. I fell off of a tiger, It doesn’t hurt too badly. I think it just needs a bandage.”
Geo shook his head as Kat spoke, "Well you don't hear about little girls falling off tigers every day," He chuckled a bit and grabbed the black t-shirt that was lying next to him. "Please call me Geo, my parents named me Tristan and i don't want nothing to do with them anymore." He jammed the shirt over his head and pulled it down tight. The cloth felt un-familiar on the skin that had been covered by his bandages.
> “It looks like everyone is busy. Why are you here today? You don’t look like you’re hurt.”
Geo nodded, "Yeah, like i said i think there was an accident." He walked over to one of the nurse's desk and started opening up draws, not really caring if he was aloud to or not, just doing it anyways. "I just got better actually, I broke a few ribs while...hanging out with my friend, who's now in the camps, and they are almost fully healed so i don't need that crap." He motioned to the bandages lying on the bed where he discarded them. "Ah! Here we go," He pulled a box of band-aids from the drawer and tossed them towards Katrina, "Heads up."
Geo, okay. She could remember that. She was a nickname expert, having given quite a few of them herself. Geo put his shirt back on. Katrina wasn’t even mildly sad about that fact. She was much too young to be ogling anyone, let alone Geo, formerly known as Tristan Ogle.
>>>"Yeah, like I said I think there was an accident."
If Katrina had pointy ears like Kaz, or tiger ears like Calley, she would have perked them up at that statement. A look of concern came over her face. She hadn’t heard about an accident. She did, however, know many of the people who were running around on dangerous missions for the resistance. Any type of accident would be bad, but there was a good chance that one of Katrina’s friends could have gotten hurt.
“What kind of accident? Do you know anything else about it?”
She caught the box of band-aids and put two on the scrape on her knee. The scrape on her face didn’t need a bandage. She tested out her knee by bending it. It didn’t like to bend right now, and the sticky plastic pulled at her skin uncomfortably. The pain in her knee was nothing, though, compared to the types of injuries that could potentially some from, say, fighting a Stalker. Katrina was concerned, to say the least. She hated the tension that came from waiting around to see if her friends would return safely from their missions for the resistance. She had been losing sleep worrying and waking up from nightmares every night. It didn’t help that for some reason when she slept in the labs it was so quiet that every little noise would wake her up.
Michael stirred and his world suddenly came back to him in a rush. He sat bolt upright and brought his knees to his chest. He was in a hospital bed, though this wasn’t, the local hospital, it looked more laboratoryish. He started to cry, it seemed that his father was able to get him out of the hospital and brought him for experimentation. He realized he would have to get away, go somewhere, anywhere but in the hands of his father. Though for the moment he could only cry.
>“What kind of accident? Do you know anything else about it?”
Geo shook his head at this question coming from the little girl, "Nah i don't, i just walked in here a few minutes before you." He walked over by where Katrina was, his arms folded across his chest. "Well from what i saw in that training session i'm suprised you got out with no more then a few scrapes." He placed his right hand on her head and ruffled her hair a bit, "Your a trooper huh kid, your gunna grow up to be a strong one." He chuckled and returned his arms to their folded postition. His face then got sorta serious and he sat down across from Katrine placing his elbows on his thighs. "Hey, you haven't seen Deja anywhere latley have you?" He figured lil Kat probally would have seen her, Deja had taken a liking to her.
Then there was sound behind him, the high pitch annoying sound of a crying child. Geo turned and looked over his shoulder to see a small boy, around Kats age sitting on a hospital bed crying. He didn't seem to be among the people from the accident. (Geez, another kid forced to live like this?) Geo hated the idea of little kids growing up in this kind of environment. "Hey kid!" Geo called out, "You allright?"
>>>"Nah i don't, i just walked in here a few minutes before you”
Katrina relaxed a little bit. If Geo had just gotten here, then it probably was just normal training bumps and bruises that was keeping all the nurses hopping, and not a resistance mission gone horribly wrong.
>>>"Well from what i saw in that training session i'm suprised you got out with no more then a few scrapes." >>>"Your a trooper huh kid, you’re gunna grow up to be a strong one."
Katrina ducked to hide a slight blush. She didn’t feel like she deserved the praise. It was nothing really. “I wasn’t in any danger from the training. It was just like hide and seek for me, and I had Pluto protecting me the whole time just in case. I didn’t have to go through all the tough obstacles that everyone else had to face.” Though I may have helped create some of those obstacles. “Afterwards I slept a long time,” like three days, “because I was really worn out from being invisible too long.”
She had been doing fine until the end of the game, then she had really had to stretch herself. She had thought that she had quite a bit of energy left when she had shared her invisibility with Abyss, but when more people walked into the room and her illusions affected more people, her energy had drained much quicker than expected.
Geo brought her back from her reflections with a question, >>>"Hey, you haven't seen Deja anywhere lately have you?"
Katrina tried to remember back, “No, I haven’t seen her in awhile. You don’t know where she is?”
Katrina’s brow creased in concern. If she kept worrying, she’d be the youngest person ever to have wrinkles. People kept disappearing. Katrina hoped that Deja was just off spending time by herself and hadn’t been caught by Stalkers or the police and taken to the camps. Or worse.
The sound of crying came from one of the nearby hospital rooms, >>>"Hey kid!" Geo called out, "You allright?"
Katrina walked behind the desk and poked her head in the room. There was a blonde haired boy in the bed who looked like he was about her own age. He was covered in blankets, so she couldn’t see the extent of his injuries. Again, she looked concerned.
“Do you need a nurse? I can run and fetch one,” Katrina offered.
As the older boy got closer, Michael seemed to find ways to curl up smaller in the blanket. He was sure in his own mind that his father had sent him for experimentation, or worse. And this young man certainly could be one of his father’s men. He was broken from his irrational fear by the presence of a young girl; certainly his father wouldn’t employ someone so young.
“No, no Nurse. Where am I?” He was still on the verge of tears though he had calmed down slightly. His voice was musical and seemed to play of those around him, his sadness was extended through his voice and both the other children would feel it.
>>“No, I haven’t seen her in awhile. You don’t know where she is?”
Geo walked past Kat, "I'll tell you about it later..." He said then turned to the kid lying in his bed. Geo probally looked more intimidating then he ment to because of the dark cloths and intimidating structure that was him.
>>“No, no Nurse. Where am I?”
"Probally the safest place to be, biding that your a mutant that is. Names Geo, that's Kat." He said thrusting his thumb towards Kat. "Welcome to the labs, and how are you here and not know where you are?" Geo asked, he was unsure how the others had gotten here but he and Deja had drove, convoy style. This brought his mind back to Deja, if Kat hadn't seen her, he wondered who would have, and where the hell she would have gone. It was strange to him, he was a light sleeper and her room was right next to his. In this quiet place he would have heard her leaving in the middle of the night, and would she even be able to get past the tight security of the labs. He pushed the matter to the back of his mind for the time being.
>>>"I'll tell you about it later..." Geo seemed to want to talk about Deja, but not in front of the new boy. Katrina dropped the subject until he was ready to talk about it again. Geo walked into the hospital room.
The boy pulled the blankets closer over him, seemingly cold. He didn’t seem to be hurt, so Katrina couldn’t tell why he was in the infirmary.
>>>“No, no Nurse. Where am I?” The way the boy said the word was interesting. His modulated his voice as if he was singing and managed to sounded incredibly sad at the same time. The combined effect made him sound a little whiney, but even from such a short song-sentence, Katrina could tell that he had a nice voice.
Not wanting to lurk in the doorway now that they were having a conversation, Katrina walked the rest of the way into the room and stood next to the bed. The boy’s tear stained face and sad voice reminded her of herself a little bit. He seemed so lonely. Almost unbidden, Katrina remembered the time when she felt the most lonely. It was on Christmas day, when she had last talked to her father. She felt the pain of his rejection washing through her afresh, as if it had just happened. What if the same thing had happened to this boy? Katrina’s emotions were thrown for a loop. Her saddest memory was one that dragged a lot of other emotions into the mix; loneliness, rejection, anger, fear, dejection, hopelessness, and pity. She pitied the young boy in front of her before even knowing what was wrong or what brought him here.
>>>"Probably the safest place to be, biding that you’re a mutant that is. Names Geo, that's Kat." He said thrusting his thumb towards Kat. "Welcome to the labs, and how are you here and not know where you are?"
Kat nodded as Geo introduced her, then added, “You’re in the infirmary, to be specific. And Geo’s right, Mondragon Labs is the safest place to be right now. It’s a haven for mutants who are hiding from Registration. It’s also the home of the Resistance.”
Katrina patted the boy’s arm, with a reassuring look on her face. “Don’t worry, you’ll be safe here.” It was a safe place for twelve year olds, at least. The worst that could come to them was a tumble off a tiger and a scraped knee and cheek. The resistance members, on the other hand, faced danger left and right, and Katrina couldn’t help but worry about them. Her worry was now spilling over to this mysterious boy who seemed so alone.
“What’s your name?” she added in a soothing tone. For a twelve-year old, Katrina was sounding very motherly.