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 panted heavily, his bare chest heaving heavily. A decent sweat dripping down his forhead and chest. He was in only a pair of jeans as he stood in the middle of what appeared to be a great field a few patches of long grass and a tree but other then that an endless field. There was one thing though, Geo was surronded by a horde of robots, all creeping towards him, hundreds, thousands, one would lose count before they could finish. Geo's massive rock fist smashed into the face of one robot decapitating it, a snarl formed on Geo's face as he nailed another one in it's what would be stomach and it flew into the air.
He needed to get better, he was sick of being weak, of being subjected to people who could fully control their powers. Seemed to Geo the only time he was a threat was when he was knocked out and his body was in control of itself. Other then that he was a danger to himself. He wanted to train, and train, and train until he didn't need to be saved, until he was a force all in his own. He continued to punch, smash, and utterly destroy the horde of never ending robots.
He was putting a massive strain on his body. He wrapped his massive hand around a oncoming robots arm and swung it around knocking out the robots close by before releasing it to go flinging it into the air. Geo let go of his rage, the snarl on his face twisted more, in an almost disgusting manner. He ran towards the on coming robots, swinging at them and smashing them like a mad man, all the anger, pain, suffering he had endured over the past years was unleashing form his body. A warm sensation began in his body, similar to that he got when he allowed his arms to transform.
The sound of rustling stones could be heard at his feet, his boots stretching and tearing giving way to massive feet made of stone. His jeans began to tear from the bottom up as his legs expanded aswell. It got up to about his knees when suddenly everything stopped. The holograph of the feild disinigrated and he was standing in a large metalic room, the robots turned and walked into a hole in the metalic wall, large machines with broom-like attachments came out and swept up the damaged one.
Geo looked down at his earthy legs and his arms, he knew it. His powers hadn't reached their peek they were growing. Then he looked up towards the control room. "Who did that!" He yelled in anger. He could have grown more. So what if he was exausted, dehydrated, and about to drop. He'd give anything to be powerful.
With the smallest of smiles on his face, the lanky Italian teenager pressed one finger down on the com button, and spoke out through the intercom to the training room below. "Hey, don't blame me. Your gun had the safety on--the screen up here is flashing about you needing to take a break."
In the control room, all manner of warning lights were flashing: heart rate, energy level, even some watery symbols he was pretty sure stood for dehydration. The Sanctuary's Danger Room Wannabe had the same safe guards against damaging its trainees as the Mansion's did, apparently, and Rocky down there had forgotten to turn them off before starting his one-man avalanche. Calley definitely wouldn't have shut the thing down. Things had just been getting interesting. He waved through the window into the training room below, still with his finger on the com button, still with a smile on his face. The smile broadened in to a warm grin.
"Hey, Geo. Long time, no see. How you been?" He asked it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like he was just another person who belonged here. Calley might not have been a police-file-carrying member of the Order, but he had a room here in the good ol' Sanctuary, same as quite a few folks who'd never even heard of the Future Leaders of Tomorrow Club. It was eight days since his fight with Hunter Antonescu. A lot had changed. His neck was still collar-free; his shoulders were set back to an easy, confident slant under a light blue dress shirt that fit him well. The clean kakhi pants he wore matched it nicely, and trailed down to brush against the floor, and against the back of his bare heels. He had a pair of sandals tucked into the back of his black leather belt. Shoes--who needs 'em? His stance was easy and balanced on the cold floor.
He'd come here to talk to Abyss and Isabel. He'd come here to make his room look a little more lived in. He'd come here to renew some ties he'd been ignoring for too long.
"Nice look just now, by the way. New power growth?"
Isabel's stray Kitten was home. After a manner of speaking.
Geo continued to scan the control room till a voice came over the intercom, Calley. Apparently the trainging room had a warning system that shut down the room in case of extreme exaustion. "Oh, hey Calley." Geo looked down at his feet as Calley mentioned the power growth. "Yeah I guess so, never had that..." His adreniline pumping through his body began to slow, and exhaustion set in. It hit him like a brick wall and every muscle in his body ached. Slowly he fell forward onto his face. His arms and legs deteriarated back to their original fleshy small state and he struggled keeping his eyelids open.
His mouth was dry he noticed and opened his mouth, "Calley, water....please," He said pulling up his arms as they cramped and dragging himself to the wall and leaning against it.
>> "Oh, hey Calley. Yeah I guess so, never had that..."
It was sort of cute to see Geo looking down at his own feet in surprise. Calley had noticed something about the other teenager, during the other times he'd met him: the guy was rather intense, like a landslide. He went full out in one direction. And apparently didn't always notice little details. Like, say, his legs turning to stone. Heh. Calley shook his head a little, grin still in place, as things got even better:
Face plant!
Now that, friends, was the aftermath of some quality training.
>> "Calley, water....please."
Calley gave a start. "Oh, ah," he blinked, "yeah. Coming right up." Getting water for the guy who'd collapsed on the floor, instead of just staring down at him. That would make sense. He really should work on that whole 'lack of common empathy' thing of his, before his fellow X-fools noticed it. Somehow, though, he didn't think it was as big of a deal around the Sanctuary.
A quick sprint to the weight room nearby sent him running--a little more carefully, with much staring anxiously down at the water leaping in its paper container--back with water. He carefully carefully careful!!y bounded down the stairs to the main room and lightly-easily-gently slid to a stop next to where Geo had propped himself up against a wall.
"Here you go, man." He said, triumphantly handing over the minimally-spilled water.
"So what was with you going Terminator on the robots? Bad day, or what?" He asked, his legs easily crossing into the lotus position was he slipped down the wall next to Geo. The lotus position: just one way for your legs to say, we're sittin' in Syn's Palace, chillin' with her peeps, and we's at peace with the universe.
"What's been up with you since the Breakout, anyway? Haven't seen you at the Mansion, that's for sure. I heard some rumors, but... have you really gone Order on us?" His grin turned lop-sided. "Not that I'm one to talk. Kinda thinkin' about it myself. Hence the, errm," he gestured at the Sanctuary in general, and the fact that he was... not exactly avoiding it. No. No, he certainly wasn't.
Geo greedly chugged down half the bottle letting the cool liquid cool his throat. He coughed deeply and put his right hand against his forhead. "More like a bad couple of months, things have been so damn confusing." He looked up at his young friend, "When was the last time you've seen De-" He paused and shook his head, "Nevermind." He then drank down more of the water and pushed off the ground to push himself against the wall more. "Yeah I went to the order after...things went down hill at the labs, besides they have better dental." He joked and laughed only to grab his ribs where they had broken nearly 5 months ago.
>> "More like a bad couple of months, things have been so damn confusing. When was the last time you've seen De-"
Deja. When Geo stopped himself, Calley's mind did the filling in. Deja and Geo had been really close in the Labs. It had looked like that really intense kind of love that teenagers get--the kind that they're sure will last forever. Calley had heard about it. Seen it. Never actually felt it, thankfully. It could take a perfectly solid earth manipulator and gave him an achy-breaky heart that, months after she'd disappeared on him, was still making him hurt. Calley was happy to keep avoiding that, thanks. The last time Calley had seen Deja, she had been with Geo--and he and Katrina had been ambushing the two with BLT sandwiches, to break up their PDA.
>> "Nevermind."
A wise decision. Calley just gave a small nod, to let the guy know he sympathized. As far as someone who had no clue what his friend was going through could sympathize. Was Geo his friend? Maybe. Maybe, yeah. The rocky mechanic was cool.
>> "Yeah I went to the order after...things went down hill at the labs, besides they have better dental."
Calley started to smirk along with his fellow teen's laugh, until Geo's hand latched onto his side. He gave a blink. "Hey. You okay? Did those robots actually get you? Want to head to the infirmary?"
Geo was glad that Calley didn't pursue his earlier comment, he really didn't want to talk about it, it kept haunting his mind that she disappeared. He let go of his side when Calley asked if he wanted to go to the infirmary. "No it's just an old injury is all, back from when I first went indie. Cop chase gone wrong. He streched his arms out cracking his back and looked around the room. He had really gone on a rampage and it was a good thing that the training room shut itself off because he wasn't sure what would have happened if he kept going. He had a spliting head ache from all the strain and kept wincing at each throb of his head.
"So what have you been up to kid, i haven't seen you since our little run in at the lunch room in the labs." He wanted to keep his mind off of his pain and he figured catching up would be the best idea. He pushed against the wall to get himself into a standing position. "Come on I have to go find a shirt." He started walking slowly towards the exit.
Shade a habit of not using the standard door. Instead he had his own sort of doorways that he used to hop around the Sanctuary. There were only two or three places he wasn't allowed to enter without permission. And Lady Syn had made it very clear what would happen if he might accidently enter those forbidden places.
As he teleported through his usual pathway to the diner, which involved a shadowy patch near the training room, Shade glimaced a figure he had never seen before. It was of a boy not over tall, slim build, and brown hair. Nothing out of the ordinary, which was actually strange for the Sanctuary. So instead of continuing his journey to the cafeteria for some grub, the teleporter thought he'd meet this new stranger.
Stepping out of the shadow, Shade's face was that of stone as he casually strolled over to the two teens. He stopped in front of the them as he surveyed the rock manipulator, Geo. He appeared to have been training rather hard.
"You alright kid?" Shade asked, not moving his hands from the front pocket of his hoodie as a way to show that he wasn't going to help the teen with his problems.
>> "No it's just an old injury is all, back from when I first went indie. Cop chase gone wrong."
Uh-huh. An old injury. One that that little training rampage had obviously been very therapeutic for. Calley just gave a small shake of his head. It Geo wanted to tough it, it was his call. But that repeated wincing wasn't exactly screaming 'I need no infirmary!'
>> "So what have you been up to kid, I haven't seen you since our little run in at the lunch room in the labs. Come on I have to go find a shirt."
Calley gave a half-shrug as they started moving towards the door--slowly, of course. Geo would be moving slowly. "Nothing too much. My mutation was kind of useless for the breakout, so I stayed back to guard the Labs. Ended up having to protect some people from a vampi--"
There was a guy who hadn't been there before, and he obviously hadn't come in through the door. Teleporter of some sort? Invisibility, and he'd been there to begin with? That second one didn't make a whole lot of sense, so Calley was leaning towards the first option as the hooded figure stepped in front of them. He couldn't think of anything else it could be.
>> "You alright kid?"
The question wasn't directed at him, so Calley didn't jump to reply to it. He just turned a curious blue gaze on the new comer. Idly, he mirrored the man's own posture by tucking his hands in his pockets. One out-of-sight shift later, and there was a mouse splinter cupped in the palm of his left hand. Its small nose twitched, whiskers trembling as it tested the air just below the pocket's opening. Hoodie Man's scent was vaguely familiar from stray whiffs caught around the Labs while it was packed full of Resistance members, but he didn't think he'd ever properly met the man. Another concealed shift, and the mouse was gone. The only thing in his pockets was his hands, just like it should have appeared from the start, baring a mutation that could detect such things. Of which there were certainly many. But teleportation didn't usually go hand-in-hand with super smell any more than it went with X-ray vision. Speaking of enhanced senses... that last little shift had made a vanishing act out of the mouse, but had left something small and scaled twined around his ankle, well out of sight under his loose pants. A small species of pit viper; it was becoming one of his favorite accessories. If the guy turned out to have invisibility instead of teleportation, then there was something Calley had been curious to test: did invisibility block out the infrared spectrum, as well?
He gave the man a small, puzzled smile. A "who are you, and where did you come from?" sort of smile.
Geo shook his head as a masked figure approached, all this attention and all he was trying to do is blow off some steam. "I'm fine, I just need to rest." He continued to walk slowly to the exit. He felt the throb in the back of his head that told him it was time for a cigrette but he shrugged it off, it could wait. He got to the exit and opened the door grabbing his black shirt from a hook on the wall right inside the door.
He pulled it over his head and pulled it tight over his body, wet spots appearing on the surface from the sweat on his body. He leaned up against the wall and looked at the others. "Remind me to shut the safety off next time." He joked to calley letting out a small chuckle.