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.
The battle raged on. But he was in the earth, nurturing and encouraging his acorn sprout. He’d managed to encourage about two years of growth in about a minute- maybe longer, it was hard to tell. He needed a little more time to grow roots thick enough to restrain the two fighters. Kai could see them as fuzzy shapes, but he was more focused on knitting together ions.
He visualized the root paths, encouraging only a few root hairs to develop and keep growing. Does it really make sense to focus all on the roots? He asked himself again, They grow the fastest, but are harder to reinforce… Great, even my brain is murmuring to itself. I probably look like a crazy person.
His mouth was dry, so very dry. Roots needed so much water and nutrients and they were not present in the layer of dust and dirt and grime. The fledgling plant was drawing its strength from him instead, though he couldn’t be sure how exactly. Kai licked his lips. The roots were the size of a small person’s little finger, and shallowly buried in the floor. Now it was time to change that- let them burst through the earth like woody fingers and tried to wrap around the assailants. One felt more uncomfortable to get close to (too hot) so Kai directed the plant tentacles towards him, hoping to pin him to the ground.
It was like one of those cheesy horror movies where the alien spawned out of the woman's abdomen. Except this time it was little spindly fingers of root. And it was the dirt floor not some chick's belly.
Noel was happy that the fingers grabbed Yanagi. They helped her pin him, helped her get his dirty mitts off her throat. What she didn't need help with was looking deep, deep into his eyes and smiling. One hand grabbed dirt. That dirt went into Yanagi's mouth as her pupils started to vibrate back and forth at a fast frequency.
Forget how to move your arms. Forget what it feels like. Forget what muscles you can use in those arms.
Abruptly, Noel flopped forward onto Yanagi beneath her. Her arms had quite suddenly quit supporting her. She used her stomach muscles to pull her torso back up and tossed the loose hairs back with a flick of her head. Noel had some practice without certain faculties. Yanagi, however screeched.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?"
Oops. She usually tried to remember to make them forget they'd ever had the use of their arms. It made for less whining.
A little blonde peeked around the sheet wall to see who dared out shriek her.
Once his hands (for that is how he thought of the roots now) were wrapped around the criminals ankles, he tightened his grip.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!” The man screeched and raged.
Kai smirked. His root-hands were doing their job and the captive was starting to panic. He felt extremely pleased with himself and left the disproportionate plant to hold its own. Glancing at his surroundings, he noticed that things were still just as chaotic as a few moments before…
The Super-Agent-Brawler was flopped over Yanagi like a fish. ? And the Emotional-Emotionmancer was peering around the curtain angrily. She strode over to Yanagi and gave him a sharp kick in the ribs, then she turned around, crossed her arms across her chest, and stuck out her bottom lip in a definite pout. In Kai’s estimation she had gone from adorable and defenseless to a brat. He hated it when people sulked, even more than when they screamed their heads off and threw huge temper tantrums.
His face was streaked with dirt and a light coating of dust covered his clothes. Actually they were all filthy and grey, so that they blended in just a bit more with the walls and floor- but that wasn’t the point. The point was that he was worn out, tired, parched, and a little hungry, too. So much so that the words coming out of his mouth next were more like what Cam would say than what he normally would.
“If I stay down here one more moment, I think I’ll start screaming.” He muttered mostly to himself. “Can’t we all just go get burgers or something? All this drama is really wearing me out.” He looked hopefully at the agent. “Look, those roots will hold him once they are out of the ground, I think. Like handcuffs, but better. Let’s haul him on into that station we passed.”
And the little girl? A treacherous part of his mind asked, Will you leave her and the old lady helpless in the basement of some crumbled out building? But he had no better alternatives. Not at the moment at least.
He wanted to leave now? He should have back at the scene of the fire. "So leave."
"FREEZE!" Too late. Backup was swarming down into the hole that was the dirt floored basement. The police car out front had done its job as a beacon. The fact that it was left open meant they had left on foot from that point. Noel had never been so proud that someone else had connected the dots so thoroughly.
"And here I thought you'd never come."
"Hands in the air!" "Don't move."
Blink. Well that proved to be a bit more difficult. Still sitting on top of Yanagi, not only were her arms useless, but Yanagi's were as well. Not to mention that Yanagi was being held down by a brand new root system. Double blink. She hadn't bothered to think about where it came from before... Flower shop boy? She resisted the urge to look at him. Not hard to do when a scene was unfolding in front of her eyes.
The cherub had become so fragile and vulnerable. The policemen weren't bothering to point weapons any where near the girl. The babushka, on the other hand, seemed to think that guns at all were a huge threat here. She made the mistake of moving suddenly toward the little blonde girl. All guns whirled to her.
Foreign grandma raised her hands and... suddenly Noel and Yanagi weren't the only ones on the ground. A shockwave came from her hands and pushed everyone back suddenly and forcefully. The blonde was tucked beneath her arm like a football and then grandma was getting the heck out of dodge.
Now Noel was blinking up at the ceiling, her brain doing a nice mamba inside her skull. The end. She was done. They could identify her by the badge around her neck, she was going to sleep now.
>>“So leave!” She snapped at him. Rather harshly, he thought.
But he didn’t have time to voice his protestations, for armed men in vests were swarming into the dingy basement by the droves. With their shouts of “Hands in the air!” and “Don’t move!” it was all very dramatic. Made even more so by the grannie’s reaction; grab the kid and run. But not before knocking them all down with some kind of invisible energy blast.
The little girl had no problem voicing her outrage and indignation. “Hey! Lemme go! They’re niiiice Nana!”
Apparently Nana did not agree, however. She bolted towards the only exit, dodging uniformed men left and right. Perhaps the strong emotions could overrule the little girl’s powers? Or maybe relatives were immune? In any case, they provided a distraction.
“Stay down!” He hissed when his personal agent friend looked like she was going to try to get up. Or did it just seem that way because his brain was a little scrambled by being knocked over? Again, it didn’t matter, because he knew that he had to drag her to safety. Staying crouched over to avoid drawing fire, he waddled over to her and grabbed her hands. “Don’t worry about him, he’s not going anywhere for a while.”
Kai ignored her snippiness yet again. Of course her legs worked. She just wasn’t using them, that was the problem.
Whumpf!
Ok. Now the problem was a police officer tripped over her outstretched body and got his panties in a bunch. “I said freeze!” He leveled the gun at Kai, who was, after all, the only one moving besides Ninja Nana.
Kai froze, but he was still bent in half, hands locked around the woman’s wrists. Until it got uncomfortable. But hey, he said not to move, not not to speak. “Can I at least stand up straight? I was only trying to move one of your own to safety!”
For his trouble, he was jabbed roughly in the side with something hard. The baton, less formally known as The Copper-Whopper to those who were on the wrong end of it. Or who watched too much crime fighting television. He landed on his side. That’ll leave a bruise!
The Chaos continued above and around him. Officers regained their composure from the sonic burst and were trying to rope the old lady in a corner. In any case, they had the door pretty well covered so that she couldn’t escape. She looked like a trapped animal, her eyes rolling, lashing out at anyone who came too close. Who knew the old lady had such spark left in her? And the policemen didn’t shoot, either not wanting to hit the squirming child in her arms, or because they didn’t consider her an immediate threat. Kai could see no getting out of this. He couldn’t use his powers, he was pretty well drained of energy, and his guard was now standing there with arms crossed over his chest. Not one to be messed with. So Kai stayed in his fetal position protecting his bruised side and waited.
Papa loves mambo Mama loves mambo Look at 'em sway with it, gettin' so gay with it Shoutin' "olé" with it, wow! (ooh!)
The song played in Noel's head with every throb. It sort of made the scene humorous. Until they hit the kid who had only been trying to help from the start.
"Okay, can it, Officer Krupke."
"My name's Prakeet."
"I don't care. You just assaulted a kid." And the fireworks started when she tried to sit up. "And I'm a federal officer. Check the badge and then call an ambulance." Because all she could see was white right this second and it was a pain not to be able to use her arms.
"The man held by the root system is a federal felon. He just torched an apartment building. Also... my arms aren't working." Wobble.
He was trying his best to listen in at the pertinent times and ignore what he didn’t need to know, so Kai caught the rude officer’s name: Prakeet. And the fact that the woman’s arms weren’t working. When did she get injured? During the fist fight perhaps? Curious kind of injury to have though… maybe he hit a nerve just right to make them useless…?
More amusing than that conversation, however, was the one happening a dozen or so feet away. Granny had used a lot of energy in her uber-energy blast, and was sweating heavily under the weight of the small girl-child in her arms. The girl was stroking her hair and whispering in her ear, apparently trying to persuade her to put her down. The cops also wanted the little girl to be set down, and were trying to hide the fact that they still had their guns at the ready in case any more funny business should happen. Apparently this was not extremely comforting, for the old lady was regarding everything with a wary eye. That situation seemed to be dissipating.
On his other side, an agent was trying to pry the fire-man from the ground with limited success.
“I could help you there,” he offered, “if you promise not to hit me again.”
Prakeet seemed to grumblingly acquiesce to delivery boy's request. Not hitting seemed a harder task than it should have been. Together they managed to get a wriggly firemancer off the ground. Noel was happy to see his arms were as useful as a tyrannosaurus'.
Someone with a shiny name tag that had a lot of o's (or were those c's?) in it had the grace to help Noel to her feet. She was sure her smile was appropriately dopey.
Someone else too the initiative to put down their gun. Grandma put down the cherub.
Somewhere a siren wailed.
All was right with the world.
Ibuprofen. An ice bag. Some jello. A nap. Noel snuggled whoever had picked her up. They were nice.
They were hustled into squad cars, some more roughly than others. Kai had the sense that he should have been treated more on the gentle side of the scale, but wasn’t really sure that he was. Prakeet didn’t take well to having to accept the help of a civilian.
Quickly and certainly, they were transported back to their respective places. Some kind of fire-proof prison for Yanagi. A safe place for Noel. And a ride home for Kai. A painfully slow ride with a lot of annoying questions. He put up with the ‘who are you’ and ‘why were you there’s and waited. He considered himself lucky that this questioning wasn’t taking place at the station. Prakeet showed him enough courtesy to send him home.