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.
After Specter had showered and eaten he went back to his room to wait on Neena. However he didn't have to wait long as she was right on time and ready to go. Specter followed Neena through the mansion all the time wondering just where this Danger Room place was located. Then Neena opened the door to the basment.Specter could only wonder where they were going, but followed along. At the bottom of the stairs Specter coudln't have been more shocked. Where the upper mansion was all comfortable wood panaling. This place looked like something out of a scifi movie. The entire placed looked of clean, cold, hard, steel, and on every door was a giant X. So Neena had known more about the X-men that she had let on earlier. As much as he respected Neena Specter was begining to distrust her. There where just to many things that didn't add up right. Specter was starting to think that maybe his enrollment, and memory loss where being staged, though for what reason he couldn't say. Neena continued to lead him over to one of the X clad doors which slide open to reveal a large empty room. If this was the Danger Room so far Specter was not impressed. They could of done better training in the gym, or even outside. So why had Neena made this place out to be such hot stuff? "Is this it?" Specter asked with a touch of sarcasim.
Neena whistled idly as she led the way to the Danger Room. She'd traveled this way so many times she could literally find her way with her eyes close. And without her vision, too. She took note of Marcus's distrustful air, but passed it off as simple unease with the unknown, and with his current lack of memory.
The door to the Main Room opened with a quiet woosh!, revealing a very huge, and very empty, room.
"Is this it?" His voice echoed a bit, magnifying the satirical edge to his tone. Neena grinned.
"This is it. This is my classroom. Though its usually quite a bit noisier. Get four or five kids in here and it get's louder than a Yankees game."
She moved to one side of the room, where a small control panel jutted out from the wall.
"Okay, so we've got telekinesis and an 'ecto blast', right? Let's start with the very basics first. Like aim and lift. This is just boring numbers right now. The exciting stuff will come in a bit."
As she spoke she began poking at various keys, cycling through the basic training programs. The sound of machinery whirring could be heard, and behind her several holes began opening in the floor and walls. From the floor came a number of solid metal blocks, their different sizes giving visual confirmation of their progressive weights. Behind them, from the walls, a firing range took shape.
"Any idea of your basic lifting capabilities?" she asked as things settled into place.
Specter raised an eyebrow as Neena moved over to a control panel and started messing around with the keyboard. When the floors and walls began to move he was in a state of mild shock. So the room could change based on the users needs. Well that was intresting. As Neena asked Specter what he was able to lift he quickly glanced at the blocks, and lifted one that looked to be around 75 pounds. "I have found my limit to be around 100 pounds (occ wonders how much that is in kilos sense Specter is Russian). However I can lift mutiple objects under that weight." To prove his point Specter set down the 75 pound block, and lifted 5 others that totaled the same wieght. "I do understand that this is but a simple deminstration. However I do this sort of thing every day during my workouts. Is there nothing that might be alittle more of a challange?" This entire time Specter had been watching the shooting gallery in the back of the room timing the targets movements. It would be childs play to hit all of them with in seconds the moment Neena asked.
"I have found my limit to be around 100 pounds. However I can lift mutiple objects under that weight."
Neena nodded as Marcus demonstrated his skills. He had good control; whatever had happened with his memory didn't seem to affect that.
"I do understand that this is but a simple deminstration. However I do this sort of thing every day during my workouts. Is there nothing that might be alittle more of a challange?"
"Patience, young Jedi," Neena teased with a smile. "I'm not trying to challenge you yet. The computer just needs to record some numbers first is all. You may work out every day, but this is your first time here. The machinery needs to get a feel for your technique."
She tapped in another command, and the blocks returned to their holding place. The firing range moved into the fore.
"Okay, now for your aim. Ecto blast, ten shots at the target. As always, aim for the bull'seye." she instructed.
Specter smirked as Neena asked him to finally shoot the targets. He had been waiting for this moment. Even though she had told him to use ten shots Specter would only need one, and he had alittle suprize instore for the finale. "Childs play," Specter raised his arm straight out with his hand balled into a fist. His fist was glowing with his ecto energy as if it had ben caught by a strange green fire. Then he let the energy loose. It flew out straight for the center of the firing range with the speed of an arrow.When the ball of energy was right in the middle of the course it stopped, and hung there for a moment. Next the ball broke into ten smaller blast each aimed at the center of a diffrent targert. As each ball of energer tore through the target it went back to the center of the range and reformed. Once all the pieces where back as one the ball of energy formed into a small likens of Neena. The miniture Neena ghost then floated up to the teacher melting into nothing. "Well how was that? I do hope the computer was able to make a proper recording of my skill level."
The firing range seemed to appeal to Marcus more, as his display proved. Even though the computer was recording, Neena watched the display closely for her own benefit. She observed his control as the ectoball split into 'pieces', and took out their individual targets at once, then reformed.
One eyebrow raised above her glasses as she eyed the greenish, glowing doppleganger.
"Show off," she snickered, a wry smile playing on her lips.
"Well how was that? I do hope the computer was able to make a proper recording of my skill level."
"I'm sure it did." A few taps and the targets also retreated into their hideaways. "All right, let's try it with a moving target next. Jungle Gym course, please."
She motioned for him to move aside slightly as the room began to shift once more. The platforms, columns and bars seemed to be placed randomly, until the holoprojectors kicked into action. Metal became wood, walls seemed to vanish, and the room seemed to vanish in a sea of greenery.
Neena tapped a key, and retrieved a satchel from below the computer console.
"All right m'friend, we know you can multitask quite well. Let's see how good you are at single-tasking. Here." She smiled and tossed three metal balls at him, about the size of a tennis ball, with a red lens embedded in them. Then she pulled two wrist cuffs out of the bag. As she put them on, she explained. "First we'll do the telekinesis. I know those don't weigh much, but the point is concentration. I want to see how well you can keep up with a moving target that, hopefully, can think as fast as you can. You'll have to keep all three moving at the same time, and you'll need all three together to get them to fire. Like this."
She took the orbs back, and touched all three together in a bunch. A red laser zapped outward.
"They're harmless," she said as she handed them back, "so no worries about hurting me. These cuffs will record any hits. After about ten minutes of this, we'll switch up and try it with your ectoblast. No using your abilities together." She winked.
Following Neena's intructions Specter moved out of the way and watched as the room reformed itself. He was even more impressed when the holographic projectors kicked in. It was simply amazing if he hadn't known better he would have really believed they where now in a jungle. He could even feel the warm humidity of a tropical rain forest seeping into him. Then Neena tossed him the metal spheres while explaining thier next exercise. When she asked if he had any questions he began to play with the spheres. First he had them spin in a close net triangle and then they started to orbit his body so he could get a feel for the full range of motion. "So I am soupse to be chasing you through this jungle setting while taking shots with these things? Well now this is starting to sound like a workout." Specter had yet to analize Neena's skills. She did appear to be nimble, and from what he had seen of her around the mansion she was deffently quick. Specter brought the spheres together taking a few pop shots off into the jungle to make sure everything was working. "Very well do you wish a head start?"
"So I am soupse to be chasing you through this jungle setting while taking shots with these things?"
"Oh, don't worry," she told him with a grin. "I'll be fighting back. Can't make this too easy on ya."
"Well now this is starting to sound like a workout. Very well do you wish a head start?"
"Sure thing," she agreed. "Ten second oughtta do fine."
With that she took a running leap at the nearest tree, and bounded up into its branches. Taking hold of one, she swung her body forward and over, as if she were in a gymnastics meet. As she came out of one swing she let go, and her body's momentum carried her into the next tree. Several seconds later she vanished from sight among the leaves.
Once she felt sufficiently hidden, she reached into her satchel and pulled out a small metal rod. She pressed a button in the center, and it immediately extended into a full-length bo staff. With it being collapseable she'd have to take it easy or it might break, but it would suffice for now. Satisfied, she pressed it again, collapsing it back to portable size.
Well Neena had really upped the challange rating this time. Not only was Specter going after an actual oppenet, but she had picked a location that worked agenst him as well. Specter was urbanized unuse to the damp heat of a jungle setting. Already he could feel the heat eating away at his strength as he watched Neena bound off into the trees. As he waited for the ten seconds to be up Specter mentally went over what he knew about his opponent. She was nimble, and fast, he could get that much from her act in the trees. Also she was sure of herself, not cocky, but clear headed and confident. She wasn't the type that would simply run and hide that would have made things to easy. As far as her fighting skills went however Specter was clueless. This would be the first time he would see the teacher in a combat situation so he was going to have to keep his guard up. Well time was up now to get this little game of cat and mouse started. Specter moved over to the nearest try and started to float up it's lenght. He grabbed the lost branch he thought would hold his weight and swung himself up. He then took a look around trying to spot some sign of what direction Neena had gone, but ended up having to follow in the direction he had physicaly seen her go. As Specter moved from branch to branch looking for his prey he wondered if Neena had programmed this jungle setting with any wild life hazords.
Sometimes Neena wished she'd been born with some sort of animal-oriented mutation. Though enhanced sight technically counted, since she could give an eagle or an owl a run for their money, she would have enjoyed something more.... physical.
For instance, take this particular moment. Here she crouched, high in a tree, waiting for her pursuer to come to her. Had she feline stealth, she could be turning the tables, and stalking him. Or how about monkey-like dexterity? Then she could be playing with her tail, instead of being so uncomfortable hanging out in one position while she waited.
She sighed inwardly. Ah well, in the words of her first boyfriend, 'Build a bridge and get over it'.
Though, now that she looked back on that day, he probably hadn't intended her to take him so literally....
The sound of rustling leaves from behind reached her. She turned her head to peer over her shoulder. He was following her path through the trees. From her satchel she pulled a small orb, smaller than the ones Marcus toted. She reached out with one hand and pulled a branch down toward her. Using it like a slingshot, she aimed the projectile at Marcus. The instant the branch snapped outward, she leapt the other way, aiming for the next nearest tree.
Specter was using his levetation ability to jump through the trees with a near ninja like ease. This was a talent he found usesful not only here in the "jungle", but also back in the city where he could leap from the rooftops. Just then he heard a branch snap, and ducked out of the way just as a small metal ball simular to his own wizzed by his head. He still couldn't see Neena through the underbrush, but took a blind shot in the direction the ball had come from to show he was pressing in. So Neena was using a few tricks of her own in this fight. It seemed unfair for him to be limited by only using the spheres. Taking a quick look around Specter found a few vines that he pulled off a tree. Then taking off his coat Specter wrapped the vines around his shoulder. This might come in handy for laying a trap. Specter then took mental control of his coat and sent it forward the way he had been traveling as he took a path more to the right hoping to flank his pray. With all the coverage Neena wouldn't realize nobody was in the coat untill it was to late. Specter would use the decoy to get a fix on her location. Then he would tie her up with the vines, and this little exercise would be over.
Neena decided against using her mutation this time around; she needed the practice anyway, so this would serve as a dual duel. She'd use it next time, in conjunction with Marcus's ectoblasts. For now, she'd rely on the rest of her senses.
Like her ears, which picked up the rustling of leaves behind her.... from both sides. Trying to flank her, was he? Very well.
A laser shot hit the trees above and too her right, and not very close either. A blind shot, definitely. She closed her eyes, concentrating on her ears to help pinpoint the nearest threat, and deciding on a plan of action.
If she were in a real situation, likely she'd remain hidden, and wait for her pursuer to break cover first. Attacking first would give her position away. She'd also need height. Height would give her more space to work with. Naturally it posed a bigger risk, should she fall, but she could live with that. Hopefully.
She began to climb higher, hugging the tree trunk as closely as possible, to avoid wiggling too many branches.
Specter continued on trying to flush out his pray. He kept himself hidden as best he could while keeping his coat more open without making to obvise as bait. The problem with using his trench in this way was that he had to keep line of sight on it to keep his telekintic control. Something that was hard to do in the unfamilar terran. Still this was his best tactic at the moment. All he needed to do was wait for Neena to attack. This however was becoming a problem. She couldn't have been to far off when he had fired the shoot at him, and yet still she had not pressed another attack. He also had not caught any other signs of her. The jungle was oddly quite. Specter was begining to think he should dubble back. With his coat off he had become that much cooler, but still the heat of the jungle was unbearable. He needed to flush Neena out, and the sooner the better.
Both sets of rustles moved parallel to Neena's position, then passed her by. Marcus was in front of her now, but she couldn't tell yet on which side. Carefully she moved forward on the branch, and pulled the leaves aside. The Rustle-on-the-Left was closest to her. She made out the color and shape of a person. However, it's movement appeared erratic, unsteady. Odd. She peered the other way, but couldn't make out the Rustle-on-the-Right.
Well, one way to find out.
She pulled back into the canopy cover again, and rummaged through her satchel. She extracted three more metal balls, this one about the size of a marble, and a slingshot. She sat on the branch, back facing the two Rustles. Scooting backwards, she let her body fall backward, until she hung from her knees and now faced the correct direction. She took aim in the direction of the Rustle-on-the-Left, and let fly. Then she reached downward toward the nearest branch, and loosed her grip with her knees. Her hands gripped the branch as she fell, a propelled herself down, around and back up onto the three. The fall-and-swing routine left her roughly six feet lower than she had been a moment ago.
Specter had just turned back to check and see if he had missed any signs that he had past Neena while letting his coat go on ahead. He had just bearly noticed some movement in some branches above and behind him before another metal ball ripped into his coat. He watched as Neena dropped out of her hiding place to a lower branch back into cover. She was smart to keep moving like that. However she had miscaculated unknowingly giving away her position. Specter let the control over his coat drop as he lept into the air using his powers to jump higher than humanly possible as he unslung the vines over his shoulder. As soon as Neena was visable again between the clearing that Specter had seen her fall he started shooting. These shots wheren't really ment to hit, but where rather a distraction meassure as Specter throw his loop of vine like a ring at the county fair, and Neena was the bottle neck. Of course Specter did have an advantage of being able to control the vine with his powers to make sure they hit their mark.