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.
"Any theories as to why the descriptions are complete non-sense?" Ghost shook her head, realized he probably couldn't discern what her smokey head was doing and so she verbally answered. "I thought it might just be shorthand. Back in the 70's it was big, but no one uses it much now..." If that was the case, it was english. Looking at it hard enough they could pick out a few words maybe. Well, the Alchemist would. In ghost form the clipboard was just a solid shape to her.
The Alchemist stood and Ghost quieted. She heard the footsteps had not only quickened in pace, but were much closer than she had earlier estimated. The clipboard clatter must have tipped them off.
He muttered something about the other end of the warehouse. It would be easy if she picked him up and took him over the boxes, but that would also expose him to unfriendly eyes and possibly unfriendly fire. Ghost tarried while the Alchemist get a head start. She focused on her surroundings. The footsteps were getting closer. She had to get this right.
Some boxes several rows over wobbled. Wobbled again. And then plopped from the top of the stack. She thought about sending her voice over there as well, but she wanted them to still have some doubt in their mind as to if there was someone in there or if it was just... a ghost.
The footsteps slowed, suddenly unsure of their goal. The clipboard had fallen in a different area, but surely they had moved from there after the noise? The feet turned and went to check out the fallen boxes.
Ghost swept herself away to find Cafas. She hadn't been able to keep track of him when she was keenly focused on far away boxes. But there was only one other set of footsteps in this maze, right?
Alchemist was now sufficiently confused as to his whereabouts to start thinking properly. They had two clipboards; one was full of numbers, the other short hand. Possibly in any case. Well, he hadn't ever been one for figuring out mazes without a map, but he liked to throw some of his bodyweight around, and why not play to his advantages, after all, it was a very lovely wall of boxes, and they did seem to weigh more than a bull elephant each. Time for the direct route. If history told us one thing, a maze with something scary in it was a labyrinth and you had to get to the middle to find some treasure. so he'd look for the middle.
'I hope this works...'
Alchemist clambered onto the first box, then the second and third up, reaching further and further skyward, or roof ward as the case was. However the stacking was a little difficult to climb due to lack of hand holds or foot holds. He was straining to get up the groups of three as each box was slightly over three foot tall. He jumped up and grabbed the top box, hauling himself up as best he could with the tips of is fingers. He was all of five boxes in and nine boxes up. That meant about nine to ten metres. Not a comfortable height in some situations. He scanned around himself and found only one thing. Boxes closer to the walls stacked lower, closer to the middle stacked higher. There was no way to clearly see through to the middle.
'Fail recon is fail...'
Alchemist could see one wall had been somewhat lowered, he could only assume by outside interference, so he set out along the top of his rather precarious perch toward it. He was certain it would reveal something more. It didn't take long to reach the gap but peering to the other side only found boxes. A whole other wall of them. It raised questions as to the illusions working on the outside of the house, considering he could see at least three more layers, which meant nine extra feet on the current thirty, or round about, not taking into account the extra inches that had brought the current total up an extra three feet.
'By that math it's ten feet extra...'
As he watched something moved below him. He looked down to see what could only be described as a scary ass freak thing. Coming from a mutant that meant a lot. There was a snuffling sound, and a sharp tilting of the head upward. Alchemist froze and t didn't seem to see him but then the inevitable happened. He sneezed rather loudly with very little warning, and his body convulsed. Yup, now it had seen him. He could either move and continue being seen, or stand still and have it come right at him anyway. Not brilliant choices. "Damn it, I hate dust!" The box wall shook and he looked down again. Just in time to feel it collapse under him. He reached for the edge of the nearest stable box and made it by a hairs breadth to a decent grip. Things had gotten very real, very fast.
Wrong. There were more than one set of footsteps. What was that? It did not run like a sapien, homo or superior.
Ghost rolled along the floors, a seeping mist. It was nice to be able to keep a low profile. The Alchemist, it seemed, was not having the same luck.
Boxes tumbled. There were shouts from somewhere else. They were sure someone was in here now. And Ghost was sure the creature that was focused on a dangling Alchemist was not natural. Rather than send a bit of wind to help the Alchemist and risk pushing his box tower over, Ghost decided to take on the beast.
There wasn't a whole lot of time, he seemed to be shaking the towers of boxes with unnatural strength. So she did something not very nice.
Ghost sent a strong gust to the back of each of the creature's knees taking him off of his feet. Then she sent an equally strong gust between his legs. Ghost's "Sorry." couldn't be heard over the noise that came out of its mouth.
She raced up the side of the wobbly boxes in an attempt to steady them. Did he fall? Would they be able to make it to the middle of this maze?
Only one things was for sure. "I think we messed up the stealth part."
The shaking momentarily stopped and C.J. scrambled onto the box as fast as possible. It was having none of that however and fell. Stupid weight distribution. He fell down. Down some more. A little more. It felt like forever. He began to panic as the drop continued. How much longer would it take to hit the ground? Would he die? Most likely. He closed his eyes and felt a very heavy impact. He didn’t black out though, not even that much pain. He had landed amongst the pile of boxes that had previously been a uniform tower. He was faced with the issue of human psychology, and the fact the brain had slowed it all down for him. He’d look that up later. He heard Ghost and laughed. ”Not if we play this right. You get out of visual range, I’ll lay here. If I stay still enough that thing won’t see me. Hopefully they’ll move on, they seem to be largely sound based hunters. ‘Course you could ghost me out of here instead… your choice.” He felt he should have thought of the second option first. He berated himself a little for it internally.
’I can hear steps now, they must be closing in.’
He lay very still and listened to the groans of the creature. He wondered what had happened to it, there had been an awfully loud noise, his eardrums still ached a little. He knew they were definitely on a time limit after the kerfuffle he had caused, it was now or neve, they had to get to the middle of this and do whatever they needed to before an alarm was raised. He could handle giving them some extra time, the doors had so far all been metal, but he had no idea how much was still left of the mission. ”We have to get out before an alarm is raised with the guards, I mean other than this creepy animal.” He knew he was stating the obvious, but he knew from experience people didn’t always think so straight in intense situations.
She changed her racing direction, but was a smidge too late to do anything beyond slowing his fall.
He suggested they both ghost from here out. Well, that was one option.
Ghost slowly and patiently made her way back to being solid. Her weight came slowly and so she had to be careful about how she balanced on the box above the fallen Alchemist. It was actually quite tricky and so it took her longer than usual to change states.
The howling below them continued and began to draw more of the creatures. It seemed doubtful that they would loose them all, but still Ghost went about things carefully and with great patience. Even when two creatures started rocking the entire wall of boxes.
She knelt gingerly, swaying oppositely of the rocking so that their box would not tumble. "Whatever you do, don't let go, okay?" It was her normal whispered warning, but she was always surprised how many people did let go and suffered the consequences.
Then she hugged him close and inhaled. Ghost was gone immediately. Any part of the Alchemist touching Ghost was gone too. The numbeness would spread from there. In a matter of moments they were back to the fogy realm of physical safety.
"At least we know where to go..." The tall pile of center boxes was the only conspicuous place left. Since they were incorporeal they could possibly slip through the boxes. But what would be on the inside? Only one way to find out.
She summoned a leisurely breeze to scatter their bodies and push them along toward the middle ring of cardboard.
The pleasant sensation of being hugged was soon replaced by the equally pleasant feeling of numbness. Once you got over the creepy turning onto a cloud thing it was nice. Floating, not having to worry about anything, it made for a relaxin sort of ride, not that he could see anything, he had vague senses but that was about it. He could tell there was something solid near him but soon the sensation was replaced. Then he was surrounded by solidity. On every side but down and up. He assumed it was the middle.
’Don’t let go Alchemist, don’t let go, no matter how strong the urge is.’
The thought recycled itself a bit in his head as he waited for the all clear from Ghost. For all that he could tell there were boxes on every side he couldn’t tell where the floor was, which he assumed was bad. He had to wonder how Ghost did it, the whole navigating thing.
Not that he had any control over his body he tried to tighten his grip a little, but for all he knew he may have just twitched a toe, the numbness was so complete. He wondered if that was how quadriplegics felt, but as he had no evidence to support his theory he supposed he could only find out one way, and it wasn’t much of a pleasant thought.
’If I was wrong about the centre of this thing, I’m going to feel really, really stupid. I wonder if the alarm has been raised, or if those things can even communicate but for animalistic bellows. Will its partners dismiss it as it being stupid? Somehow I doubt they will.’
He prepared himself to be dropped and waited, they were in the middle, so it should occur at any second.
"Ah, you're squeezing me. I know I said not to let go, but you can chill out a bit. I won't drop you." On purpose. Dang, his hands were like a vice.
They whooshed toward the box fortress and Ghost definitely felt the mental strain as the two of them squeezed through the cracks of the tightly packed boxes. And then they were through and then... she didn't see anything. Well there were the boxes around them, but it seemed to be a contained cylindrical shape.
"Uhm... I would put you down... but I'm afraid this is a trap..."
Cafas did not feel he had time for hesitation in their current predicament and simply let go of Ghost, despite her theory of a trap. He re solidified and dropped, much like a stone does. Down some, then some more, until he landed like a cat on his feet, using an old snowboarding shock absorption technique of crouching straight away upon impact. In front of him however was a much larger odd creature thingy. He figured it was the result of genetic testing. He then heard a distinc6tive clicking sound and looked straight up. There was a large box. It was falling. Rapidly. He couldn't go forwards, back ward was blocked off. He sighed and did what came naturally.
'Down and out.'
He dove between the legs of the large creature, stood, and lashed out with a foot to the sensitive areas. It bent forward into the path of the falling box. Cafas heard a large crunch. The creature lay still, twitching weirdly. The box was almost completely flat against the floor. Alchemist looked away and settled his stomach. He was alerted by a whistling noise that the centre had been a very bad idea. He looked up in time to see another falling box. Then one ore fell directly to his left. He ran left.
'Why do women always have to be right?'
Cafas sprinted down the corridor of boxes and made a sharp right at the nearest exit. He continued down the corridors as fast as he could, turning at multiple intersections, but he didn't seem to be making any progress. "Ghost, help!" It seemed to him that the top box of every layer was falling down, and as the boxes were immeasurably heavy and strong, he figured if it fell from so much as a millimetre above him he was dead. He wished he had a clearly marked trail. he also wished they still had their vital documents, though he supposed those were useless as well.
A box was tipping over from a height. Why was it tipping over? Rather than help her comrade, Ghost went to investigate the source of the box tipping. After all, it was a big box. How could he not see it coming?
After the box fell, she had to wait until another box started moving before she could find her way. She didn't have to wait long. And when she got up there and through the space of the second falling box what did she find?
A trap.
There were several men (or bipedal creatures at least) an they were on alert. They pointed a... well she didn't know what it was. A sort of wiggly bull horn?
TWEEEEEET.
Every fiber of her gaseous being wriggled in dislike and she clamped her hands over her ears instinctively despite the fact that it would do her no good. Sonic weapons. It would have hurt anybody. It was unlucky that it hurt her more.
Any and all pleas for a saving ghost fell on deaf molecules. Her ears were ringing, in fact her whole body still felt like it was still reverberating though the actual attack had already ended.
Ghost was sort of stunned in place as she tried to get her bearings again. The bipeds split into two groups. One group worked carefully to continue their box drops. The second group tried to figure out what to do with the dazed mist of an intruder.
Cafas stumbled and fell as a painfully loud ringing noise hit his eardrum in a barrage of high frequency sound. He rolled onto his back just in time to see a very large box falling. He couldn't move fast enough. He tried anyway. Alchemist wriggled at his fastest, but the box was only inches from his head. Then the room around his shifted violently and the box that should have killed him disappeared. The entire scene was replaced by a white tiled floor. For a second he thought he had died and his atheism had be misplaced. However the domed metal roof above him ruined that illusion. No, the large chamber had merely shifted itself to avoid killing him, which was fair enough by all means, he personally did not fancy death.
'That... was a disaster.'
Cafas stood and tried his best to blink the ringing from his ears. Apparently though blinking did not help with one's ears. He looked around the chamber until his eyes spied the door. He headed towards it then remembered about Ghost. "Well, all in all that could have gone smoother. Must admit I wasn't ready for the Indiana Jones scene at the end. However, lesson learned, that room, almost certainly not somewhere we wanna be." He had to wonder if the room had voice control on it. He would try it another time, when he wasn't going to make a complete ass of himself if it did in fact not.
'I just need a very simple simulation from now on. I wonder if this thing can increase gravity? Well really just pressure, but my point remains.'
He wanted desperately to just fight something and not feel useless. He wanted a situation where his head was not required to do anything but butt into others. His testosterone levels needed boosting, yes that was it. That and the previous however long it had been served to prove that he wasn't much good at stealth. He wanted a run and gun, dash and slash, simple, all out, violent battle where he didn't need to remain quiet. That would make him happy right now. He had half a mind to stay after Ghost had gone and do said fight.