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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
"Oh.. it's Friday?" Man, somewhere in there she knew that, but since she worked just about every night of the week they all seemed to blur together after a while. Maybe Sam was right and she really did need to kick her social life in the pants."I'm such a slave driver. Sorry. If you wanted the night off, though you could have asked." Maybe Dom needed to kick his social life in the pants too.
Ghost smiled and set about cleaning the area so that she could with a clean conscience leave the store. In all honesty, the inventory was very nearly done. She was tempted to ask Dominic to wait for a while so she could just get the rest all done and then help him with the books so they'd be done with the store all together before leaving. But Sam had said it was really important.
And then Dom complimented her. Ghost was about as lovely as a pale white ironing board. It made her laugh. "Yeah, let's grab something to eat then. We obviously both need to get out more." She motioned to the door as if to say 'After you.' She still had to set the alarm and all that before they could leave anyway.
Sitting, waiting and learning that's all he'd be doing for the moment. Chilling out on this man's hand while he talked turkey with his coworker. From what Zane could tell she was his boss, as she spoke of being a slave driver. Information like that was always useless, who knew, maybe it would come in handy later down the line. It also seemed like both of them were getting tired of even being in the shop at all, a hint of exasperation in their voices hung in the air. Then again if Wish worked in a bookstore he'd want to get the hell out of it too.
After a moment of chit chatting it up with the boss lady, the man would finally get to reading the message. At which point an even more bewildered look would cross his face. Peering across the message board, his eyes putting forward much more skepticism then the time before. It was rather obvious to anyone looking forward with knowledge of the situation that Zane definitely didn't characterize his brother correctly. From the look on the man's face, it was as if a stranger had texted him.
A few moments later he would finish his odd looks and begin texting a new message. His fingers clicking and clacking against Wish's stomach and chest, like being used as a drum by a giant man. It was an odd sensation, definitely something one has to get used to before jumping right in. Zane remembered puking after his first time being someones texting pad. To many hits to the gut though and anyone would blow chunks up.
"What's wrong? I know u've been a bit bugged ever since you came out the closet. I'll be there soon. By the way, when are u and Juan gonna tie the knot?"
The entire time Zane had been looking through the message archives of the phone, he had not once came across a message about Juan nor about this Sam fellow being gay. It must have been the boy's attempt at poking fun at his relative. Wish was a man too and he knew oh so well how to give a good ribbing to one of his comrades. He also knew that it was time to take a different approach to these messages if he wanted some results.
"The same time you and Richard do yah homo, now get the f*ck down to the park if you want what I have for you. Don't make me ruin the surprise god d*mnit".
Sending it away, the phone would bring in the man's hand again. If that one didn't trick him into going to the park, Zane didn't think anything would. He was hoping against hope that the man just accept his relative had a present of sorts for him at the park. Then again he would feel kinda bad if the boy got his hopes up. There was nothing worse then expecting a present and finding out that you got stiffed in the end by some horrible practical joke.
Dominic laughed at Ghost...because it was the sad truth. They did need to get out and mingle with New York City a little bit more. He started towards the door but halted as he heard the familiar beep ring through the room. A message from Sam. Now Dominic would see if it really was Sam or not. The teen read the message and...it was definitely not Sam. Dominic knew his big brother would never curse at him unless Sam was utterly pissed off and he wouldn't be after one text like that. The meeting went from being of the utmost importance to being a surprise. Someone had Sam's phone maybe? He was in no mood to deal with this anymore. Instead, Dom opted to completely power down the blackberry.
"Hey Ghost, I'm going to head to the bathroom real quick." he said walking past the white haired woman. He walked from the storage room and back up to the front, tossing his blackberry onto the couch before disappearing for the restroom.
Ghost jumped again at the sound. "Is it always that loud?" She frowned. If it was, she was thinking about instituting a new store policy.
"Eh. Sure." Was about all she could say to a bathroom break. It wasn't like there was anyone left in the store. She waited until Dom had left to break open the inventory list again, but her heart just wasn't in it now. What had Sam wanted so badly?
She tucked the pencil back in place and instead of working (gasp) went down to her office to get her keys and make doubly sure all the doors were locked excepting the back door, their preferred method of escape. After the doors were locked she tucked her keys into her pocket and sat at the desk. A quick glance at the security feed told her no one suspicious was lurking inside or out so she went about fussing at her desk. She only had some small amount of straightening up to do. That should fill the time that Dom would take in the restroom.
The girl would do as she always did, as Zane expected her too, jump in fear at the sound of the incoming message. It had slightly lost the humorous quirk that it had before and now was just sad. How many times could a monkey fall for a the same trick before they just took the banana off the string. After awhile you just wanna hand the monkey the banana and buy it a pointy hat and a stool for the corner. Then again, maybe she was simply born that way, Wish couldn't tease her if she was "special" now could he.
Outside of her not so hilarious sequel, it would seem as though the man was fed up with him mischaracterizing his relative. Instead of going to find the bottom of it, he instead opted to power his Zaneberry down and excuse himself to the bathroom. Little did he know that little red power button meant nothing to his new piece of wishware. All it did was give him a blank spot for half a second, before he was back up to his wits.
Just in time too, he would hear that the man was going to the bathroom and notice the boss lady was exiting the room as well. It was the perfect opportunity for him to finally get away with the cash. Just as they both walked off, he would shift back into his normal self. Being on the couch this would be completely soundless. Then quickly and quietly standing up to his feet he would grab the cash register and chuck it at the front window.
Sadly the machine would ricochet off and hit him in the stomach. Knocking the wind out of him and making quite the bouncing noise as it smashed open against the floor. The pain was annoying, easily bearable but annoying, at least he would be able to take the money out of the register, NOT!!! The freakin safe had already been emptied for the day. This entire ordeal had been for absolutely nothing.
Now not only had he made a big noise, but looking into the corner of the room, he noticed he had been captured on camera. It was all just freakin great, how the hell was he possibly gonna get out of this one. Looking around franticly, he would spy exactly what he needed. Like every good bookstore had, a jar full of mechanical pencils. Just enough moving parts in them for his power to work too. Grabbing the jar, scraping one of the pencils as he did, he would throw it to the floor. They would all scatter and he himself would do a hard slide as he transformed.
This slide would result in him rolling as a pencil, rolling across the room and under a bookshelf. This minute movement, however, would be nearly impossible to catch on the camera's as the pencils were so small and he transformed as the others fell. This would make it appear on the camera that he was one of the many pencils that lay near the desk. In reality he was across the room under one of the many bookshelves.
All in all not much time would elapse, maybe twenty seconds from the register popping open to him ending up under the bookcase across the room. It was the perfect hiding spot for him and nearly untraceable but not completely fool proof. If by some source of sheer dumb luck he ended up getting caught, he would be without any plausible escape. The windows were closed and the front door was locked. The women and man were right next to the back door, it was all but hopeless outside of this last trick up his sleeve.
After making his tinkle Dominic walked over to the sink and and lathered his hands in soap. Washing away the suds, the 16 year old jumped after being startled by the sudden noise coming from the front of the store. Hands still dripping in soap, he bolted from the bathroom and back to the front.
"Oh come on..." he sighed spotting the register busted on the ground. Not only that, but there were mechanical pencils scattered all over as well. How the heck did this happen? He highly doubted Ghost was the one who did this, unless she had officially snapped from her day to day work schedule. That and the fact that Ghost cared about this store far too much to make a mess of things in it. He found that out the hard away ever since he slugged that anti mutant protester and was enslaved to being her employee as an apology. Dominic released a heavy sigh and began rubbing his forehead. He was really starting to get annoyed. First the whole thing with the burglar and his phone, then the text messages, now this.
Something wasn't right at all. Someone or something else had to be inside the store for this to happen. Obviously whoever or whatever it was, it had a knack for concealing themselves. They were here and they just vanished. Just like that guy Dominic had chased out of the store earlier....wait. That guy...he jumped off of the roof...there was no body left behind. Was he a mutant? Just thinking about the guy made Dominic turn to look at the reading couch...where his blackberry no longer was.
"Dude, WHAT THE F*CK!?" he screamed grabbing his hair. This was highly frustrating. His phone was just there, and now it wasn't. Someone else was in the store, they had to be. Someone took his phone, a phone he worked very hard to save up and purchase. He was tired, he was hungry, he wanted out of this store and this crap keeps happening. There was one thing to do. Check the cameras. Yes, check the cameras! They would show if anyone else was in the store or if Dominic was officially losing his mind. He walked back to Ghost's office walking up next to her.
"I came out the bathroom and one of the registers up front was busted and there's pencils everywhere. Unless you were the one who did it, I don't think we're alone in here. Can you run over the cameras from over the last 30 minutes and see if they picked up something?" Dominic said. By doing this he knew his screw up of leaving and allowing access to the store for that thief would be revealed. Ghost would be disappointed in him, but he was used to being the screw up. Right now he could care less. He just wanted to get to the bottom of things and so they could finish closing up, get some food and then go to bed.
When she heard the sound of something metal hitting those strong plate glass windows, she didn't flinch. Her eyes locked straight onto the interior monitor that was showing her something very interesting. A man. In the store. After hours. Trying to get into the register. Poor register.
The thought of a burglar didn't particularly frighten her, she'd met them before. She'd even talked one out of mugging her once, though that was under very different circumstances. She watched the monitor mesmerized. Finding no cash, he apparently got angry and bat at a thing of mechanical pencils. And then he dove... And then... he was gone. She scratched her head and turned to exit her office to investigate it personally when Dom was just suddenly there on the monitor.
"Hey, you kiss puppies with that mouth?" She knew he didn't have a momma to speak of and definitely knew he didn't kiss his brother. Puppies were the next most innocent thing she could think of that he might kiss.
He popped into her office and asked to see the tapes. Ghost fished out the little grayish remote from a drawer and handed it to Dom. "I saw it already so I'm gonna go check something out. If I scream, I'm being murdered and you can call feel free the police."
Ghost then went to lock the back door, effectively sealing the store. Now to ferret out where the invisible man went. She closed her eyes and walked slowly. If there were unnatural changes in the air right around her, she would feel them. If she were incorporeal she could have scouted the store all at once, but she wanted to save her tricks for now.
Slowly she moved through the store with her eyes still closed and she pushed the bookcases toward the wall one by one so that there was only one open place left for an invisible person to be. In the middle of the floor somewhere was their intruder. "If you needed money, why didn't you ask instead of destroying my lovely register?" She asked the question quietly, more to herself than to the intruder. She liked her old school registers, they were original to the store before it had been torn down by a mob. Antiques, sure, but they they were very charming.
Sitting under the bookshelf all mechanical pencil like he was certainly unsure of what was going on. He knew the security camera had gotten vids of him but he didn't know how amazing they were. It was entirely possible for them to see him transforming if the angle was right. Hopefully, for his sake, they just caught him "dissapearing". Even then it would only be so long before the building was on lock down and he was trapped inside.
As he was thinking about this the woman would begin to talk, although he wouldn't really be able to hear it. He'd certainly hear the guy cursing but that was just irrelevant information. If he was lucky they'd talk about the security a little, maybe drop an escape route accidentally. Something like "He must have gone through the secret floor tunnel" or something like that. Then again that was a long shot and his best chance now was waiting for them to pack it up and leave.
All of a sudden a huge blast of wind would blow him and and the bookcase he was under up against the wall. She continued to do this pushing bookcases up against walls. Most likely attempting to flush out someone who was invisible, little did she know that he was far from standing in the middle of the room. Now he was up against a wall crease, under a bookshelf and slightly indented into the carpet floor. The woman was looking for the possibly invisible man and the boy was probably looking like a doof, it occurred to Zane that he was rather good at that.
None of this mattered though if Zane wasn't given a chance to get out of this room. Then again the chance that the woman would stay here all night was rather slim too. Something would have to give for this to resolve and Zane certainly wasn't coming out anytime soon.
"Puppies? Nah, not really, no....sorry" he sighed rubbing the back of his head. He was just starting to get cranky and fed up with everything he had gone through tonight. He was such a nice boy, until you pushed his buttons, then things could get very wild, no pun intended. He glanced at Ghost's statement about her screaming and shook his head. "Definitely don't joke about that, Ghost. Mainly because this is the kind of crap that happens before bodies start piling up. I might actually be glad to be a virgin tonight, just in case there is a serial killer..." he shrugged. He took the remote Ghost handed to him and opted to stay put while she went to go check things out. Then he realized that wouldn't be the gentlemanly thing to do. She would need his virgin force of protection to keep her alive from the wacko murderer.
"Dude....what she said..." he called after Ghost whined about her register. "We don't want to hurt you..and we won't press charges if you just come out peacefully. We'll offer you a job if you want money? Less hours I'd have to work..." he muttered the last sentence under his breath.
"Definitely don't joke about that, Ghost. Mainly because this is the kind of crap that happens before bodies start piling up. I might actually be glad to be a virgin tonight, just in case there is a serial killer..."
Ghost paused in her search. "Does that really matter?" If that were the case, they were both safe then.
And then a lamenting sigh punctuated Dom's notice of the register. "And my poor window..." Ghost sat right where she was sitting feeling a sudden strike of stubbornness.
"Well, the place is sealed. I don't have anything better to do except sit here and wait the burglar out. We could order takeout if you wanted. I don't think it's safe to leave until we figure out how he disappears.... of course... if he's a teleporter..." Ghost frowned hard enough for pronounced wrinkles to stand out on her forehead.
If he were a teleporter he could be anywhere and them waiting here all night was for nothing. It could still be fun though... hmmm.