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.
Just because she was a mutant didn't mean she knew a lot about them. In fact, Noel didn't know a whole lot about anything most of the time. She felt that this was a gross oversight in the questions they always asked her. It wasn't as if mutants had differently functioning brains... or something. People were weird! And if you're dealing with the bad eggs how could anyone predict anything they'd do mutant or not?
That and the fact that she didn't get any shiny SWAT outfit had Noel in an acrid mood. She was out a gun today after the chief caught her trying to decide if she was left handed or right handed. She was right handed. At least. She was pretty sure she was right handed.
So. No gun. No specifically helpful knowledge. Why was she still coming? Because they were almost guaranteed to need some clean up afterward.
Knock, knock. Who's there? Federal agents! We're here for your booty! Yaharr!
With so many bodies between Noel and the action she wasn't really paying much attention. She was soaking up the details of this perfectly suburban apartment complex. It wasn't nice enough to warrant a doorman, but the mint colored carpet was clean. Every lightbulb was working. The stairwells were spotless. That had to say something about the place.
So why were they busting down a door in suburbia? Intel put this place as the home of a very dangerous mutant.
Noel nudged a lonely looking ficas by the window between the elevators. Intel had better be right or else she was going to have a very forgetful day ahead of her.
Deliveries- it was time when you had face to face interaction with your customers and got to see the immediate effects of the flowers/ plants and how they just brightened up a person’s day. It was also really important to make a good impression on customers. Usually Kai loved deliveries, but he was having a hard time lately, and wasn’t looking forward to this week. Valentine’s day (and the week preceding it) was a VERY busy time in the flower industry. Which meant that Kai had to “stop sulking and put on your happy freakin’ face!” according to Cameron.
So here he was, at some swanky apartment, decorating the place from so guy who wanted to impress his girlfriend. He placed a bouquet of roses on the small kitchen table near the front door, then moved on to the bedroom. He took out a bag of petals (which had already fallen off of the flowers, thank-you-very-much) and began to scatter them around.
“I don’t know what is romantic about cut flowers and petals which are just going to shrivel up and die,” he muttered, mostly to himself, but partly to the lone cactus on the bed side table. It gave a non-committal mental shrug and asked for some water.
Of course, Kai replied. He was suddenly glad that he was not delivering live plants. This man could barely even keep his cactus alive- and that was saying something, because cacti were extremely versatile and adaptive. He picked up the small yellow ceramic dish and carried it back to the kitchen.
That’s when he heard the “knock”. If you could call it that. It sounded like someone was trying to break down the door!? Surely robbers wouldn’t pick out a random apartment in the middle of the suburbs on the third floor- would they? And what if they were unhappy to find someone there when they broke in?
Kai fingered his acorn necklace nervously and searched for something to defend himself with, if it came to that. He grabbed the closest weapon- an umbrella, just as the door gave way and people started rushing in.
One thing was certain: this was NOT in his job description.
((OOC: gmoded to advance the story. if it's a problem i will gladly modify the post.))
Agents swarmed in. An umbrella was a laughable defense. Two black clad men went for Kai with grabby and roughly subduing hands. The rest went to sweep the apartment and declare it clear.
Young and wielding an umbrella? The kid was definitely not their mark. They'd moved too early it seemed. The activity they'd gotten was no doubt this kid. If it'd been the real perp, they'd no doubt all be writhing on the floor crying or something.
A lot of who are yous and what are you doings were shouted before they realized they had their handy-dandy truth detector present.
Noel was carted up to the front of the line. In her business suit she looked a bit out of place, but her frown seemed to fit in well enough. It helped that they let her wear her badge on a lanyard too.
"What? He's not giving you anything helpful?" Imagine that. Noel took a chair and spun it around before she sat in front of their captive. "So what's the story, kid? Hard up for cash? You a runner for Kusanagi? Or are you just cleaning up his latest mess?" It looked like the beginning of a romantic set up going on here. Oh Lordy, what had they stepped into? "Didn't know you were his type."
With a man on each of his arms, Noel didn't really have to be polite. He'd most likely be wiped soon anyway. After the tracker was placed, of course.
“Kaga-who? I’m just the florist.” Kai answered when his interrogators finally stopped yelling and let one person take over questioning him. The brunette seemed pleasant, save for the fact that she was scowling at him and implying that he was gay. Kai let any romantic notions of her fade away. Stupid Valentine’s Day, it made you think there were budding romances all around you. “I think you have the wrong apartment. I was making a delivery for…uh, Matt…. Uh, Matt something. Well, check the card on the flowers, I’m sure I wrote his whole name on it. But then again, maybe not. In any case, he said that the door would be unlocked and just to come in.”
Kai’s babbling was interrupted by the sound of footsteps at the doorway. He turned to see a stocky figure stepping over the battered door. He was a small man- seemingly of Asian descent, thin, and completely harmless looking. He surveyed the room for a moment. Kai thought that he was going to pass out from the shock of seeing so many strangers in his home- and heavily armed ones at that.
And then all hell broke loose- or at least what Kai imagined hell would be like.
He didn’t see exactly what happened, but all of a sudden there was a swirling pillar of fire making its way toward them. Kai dove behind the table, pleasantly surprised that his guards seemed to have temporarily forgotten about him. The hedgehog cactus, still cradled under his arm protested this latest form of abuse. Hey! Not all of us can survive these temperatures!Like me, he almost added.
She looked hopeful. She looked thoughtful. Her face didn't seem so happy anymore. From his first statement she knew he was telling the grannysmith apple truth.
Noel shrugged to those around her. She wasn't in charge here. "Check the card? He's telling the tru--"
She had turned her head, started to get out of her chair and then paused. Everyone seemed to pause as the gravity of the situation suddenly became as clear as the silhouette in the doorway.
She dove. Several others did too as pillars, no not pillars, chariots of fire rode around the room.
Noel shrieked and pat at her back and arms and at the same time attempting to go fetal. Those around her were rolling. Ammunition was being set off from the sheer heat of it all. There was no way to protect herself from every angle.
Even using the overturned table as a shield, Kai felt the heat against his skin. In the confusion, he found himself huddled next to the interrogator lady- who, if he remembered correctly, somehow knew that he was telling the truth. Maybe she knew why this guy was so pissed.
“What’s his deal?!” Kai yelled over the roar of bullets and fire.
Unfortunately, the small talk was cut short when a fire-panther reached around the table, his claws searching for whoever was hiding behind it. Apparently “Matt” didn’t leave anyone on the sidelines alone and out of the conflict.
Kai acted purely out of instinct. He lobbed the only ammunition he had over the barricade; the cactus. Staying as low as possible, he peeked over the table quickly… There! An opening. Kai saw a clear path through the chaos to the door, he grabbed the girl’s sleeve trying to bodily pull her free of the crossfire and made a run for it.
Noel's eyes locked onto a patch of wet, red and black and sort of got stuck on the horror.
The ones with extra ammo were the worst off. Suddenly, not being allowed to carry today was the best thing that had happened to Noel. She didn't have a hole blasted into her SWAT armor because she had neither ammo, gun, nor armor. She still could have used the body armor, though.
“What’s his deal?!” The words broke Noel's fascination. The delivery kid was nearby and still whole. Good reflexes? Or in league with the bad man?
"Mommy issues" had been the best guess around the station.
Something both extremely hot and surprisingly sharp scrabbled at the table leg nearest the kids head. Maybe not on the same team. He threw a cactus at the firemancer like it was a grenade. And then... he grabbed her sleeve and dove right toward a small gap to Yanagi's left. The door happened to be close to that gap.
Also, the bad man was near that gap. And he didn't seem to appreciate them, or anyone, running toward him.
It was Noel's turn to push and pull at the kid. Her weight went fully toward him as a flaming rhino attempted to both singe and gore them to death.
FLAMING RHINO OF DEATH! CHARGING RIGHT AT- whumf! Something knocked Kai over with a surprising amount of force, but much less heat than he expected from a fire-beast. And suddenly he could breathe again. Compared to the red and orange of that room, the hallway seemed cool, all blue and pale purple.
The hallway! They made it! Kai… and the questioning lady who had knocked him to safety when he froze… and who was still half on top of him after tackling him out of the doorway.
“Wow! You saved my li-” Again, Kai’s niceties were cut short as fire followed them into the hallway. He scrambled, half crawling to safety. He finally made it to his feet and bolted down the hallway. Only to come to a screeching stop.
Elevator or stairs?
He would be slow on the stairs, but they were only a couple of stories up. The elevator would lead to the lobby and more people- would that deter the fire-crazo or would he just hurt more people? He should push the button. What if the elevator took too long to get to their floor? What if there were people on it? Did he really want to be trapped inside a smaller box where the fire could burn up the oxygen faster and easier? But if the rest of the building caught on fire, everyone would need to use the stairs. So it would be bad if they were all burned up, too. Elevator or stairs?
And where was a fire extinguisher when you needed one?
Air! Air that wasn't trying to kill or burn her. Something burning so hot that it was whitish blue was on its way toward them. Noel did the first thing that came to mind. She kicked shut the door with everything she had.
She had time for one thought. 'Oh, god, I've killed my co-workers.'
The fire didn't stop. Neither did the kid. He was halfway down the hall by the time she was rolling over and pushing those sensible heels into the normal, average, everyday carpet.
Wood shattered outward and something raked across her back, but it was almost like a push in the right direction.
"We have to do something!" Except that she wasn't an active duty kind of gal. Questions before. After, wipe it down. Clean it out. There was no in between!
He was hesitating. Why was he hesitating? "Stairs!" And while they were at it... Noel pulled the fire alarm beside the stairs. Why it hadn't gone off before? She didn't have a brain cell to spare for that line of thought just now. They'd probably find later that the firemancer disabled his detectors or something. Wouldn't do to have his every pet clear the building every time.
Alarms started blaring and the sprinklers in the hall wasted no time in budding to life. 'Bet that white-hot whatever is hesitating now.' Noel went past the kid, hell on heels to get into the stairwell and out of the sprinklers. She was so distracted that she didn't even realize her blazer shoulders and the back of her hair were on fire.
He heard just before the alarms started blaring. The girl had caught up and now passed him, making good time towards the stairs as first a fine mist started, and then turned into streams of water from the ceiling.
Huh… now why didn’t I think of that? Kai thought. The sprinklers finally pulled him out of his trance- erm, momentary hesitation. He caught the door to the stairs as it was starting to close behind the girl and darted through it to be confronted with flames again!
“Wagrh!” He gave a surprised shout (which was low pitched and very manly…) before he realized that the flames were relatively small and not trying to attach him. But they were attacking the girl running headlong down the stairs ahead of him. Maybe not so much attacking, as she was just on fire. She was reaching the landing and gave no sign of stopping, so Kai acted instinctively once again.
“You’re on FIRE!” He yelled, as he launched himself off the steps.
His body arced gracefully through the air like an Olympic jumper as he soared downwards, gaining speed. His arms stretched out, as though he was going to hug her- and then they collided. Perhaps the landing could have used a little work...
He was being choked? Noel spared a glance for the kid and his wagrh... except he wasn't wagrh-ing anymore. He was shouting. And flying. At her.
She had enough time to twist her body a bit in order to better receive the body slamming into hers. Despite the fact that events did not flow in this way, they seemed to click in Noel's mind in jumbled order.
Slow motion falling. His hands on her shoulders.
Fire! With an optional You’re on somewhere in there.
Impact. Breath gone. Ears ringing. Shoulders... warm and toasty.
Impact, impact, impact, impact--
Someone should have made the landing larger. Or less wet and slippery.
They collided, slid across the giant puddle on the floor, and landed HARD in a pile of limbs and still smoldering clothing. And for some reason it was hard for him to breathe again, but this time it was because it was knocked out of his lungs instead of having all the oxygen seared out of the air around him. Different, but still unpleasant.
Kai gasped and was only able to get a slim stream of smoke coming off of the woman’s blazer. He tried to cough, but had no breath left. He rolled to the side, extinguishing the baby flames and trying to get off the person that he found himself entangled with for the second time in as many minutes.
At least the water was pleasantly cool after being exposed to fire repeatedly. Of the elements, he much preferred water to fire, even as he preferred soil to water.
After a brief moment, Kai managed to regain his breath and composure.
“Uh,” he grunted, “R’you okay? If you are, we should probably keep moving.”
He asked her a question. She knew that much as she stared upside-down at the stairwell wall, her head several steps down from the landing. The question was, what question?
Inventory time. Head. Ow. She moved her neck carefully. It was still attached. Her hips were still on the landing, pinned by the kid and soaked through with pooled water. Not too bad.
She tightened her ab muscles. Her blazer jacket stretched in ways it was never meant to be stretched as she put her hand up on the railing to help her attempt the mother of all sit ups.
Eventually she made it.
Somehow she just didn't have the same urgency as before. Even when the door one half-flight of stairs up slammed open and the door to the stairwell two flights down slammed open. They were about to be sandwiched between help and a whole lot of angry, wet hurt.
Guess which party was closer?
"…we should probably keep moving.”"
Sage advice. One heel at a time she would get to her feet. No reason to fall again even if they were in a rush.
Kai scrambled to his feet, wearily and stumbled down the stairs. They probably looked like quite the pair as they emerged from the stairs; wet, a little singed, bruised, ruffled, and stumbling almost drunk-like. The scene in the lobby was one of ordered chaos. The attendants were herding the first people to evacuate outside propped open doors and calling to each other. The most common phrase that met Kai’s ears was some version of “What happened? Is this a drill?”
He knew that more people were bound to be following him down the stairs and decided to enter the stream heading for the door. He had no idea if he should tell someone about the fire-monsters or not.
A bellhop grabbed at his sleeve. “Are you alright, sir? What floor did you come from? And you, ma’am. Do you know where the fire started? It could really help us when the fire department gets here.” He explained as he drew them aside.
Guess I look worse off than I thought I did. Interrogation round two?
Considering the fact that her head had taken a few more stairs than she had, Noel was feeling a little fuzzy. Not to mention the fact that she had left her teammates. Left them. With a pyromaniac.
Too bad there was no time to be fuzzy.
Someone caught her arm. She didn't have the time or resources to go back up there. She had a job to do down here. The flower delivery kid, Noel pat on the shoulder and gave him a meaningful, pleading look.
"We're not entirely sure what happened. Maybe a gas leak, but the flames are high. It's not safe. Keep anyone from going back in. Please."
Someone else exited the building, a bit singed and coughing. Noel put a hand on their shoulder and herded them toward the rest of the group before revisiting the bellboy who had originally caught her.
"You know this building. You know these tenants. I need you to make a comprehensive list of who lives here, who is normally here at this time and who you might think is missing. Fire Marshall will want a copy of that list."
Sirens echoed down the street. Firemen. Good and bad. Noel patted down her pockets for her cellphone. Success. She had to get this call out before help arrived just in case they weren't allowed to be brought up to speed. Also… to report the level of disaster that they'd already achieved and to receive instructions to mitigate any further disaster.