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.
Ilari choked. It was not an unusual reaction, when Twyla was involved, and Gawain couldn't help but smirk. Oh yes, he knew Twyla. Apparently, she had made an impression once again. That didn't change the subject, though; he really was grateful to this guy for saving her. "Yes, I know her. She lives in the school too."
>>"You don't have to thank me for that, man. I'm sure you woulda done the same. I'm just glad I was there."
"Yeah I'm glad too" he smirked "Gettin' into trouble is usually my profile, not hers. What happened?"
Strangely enough, Twyla hadn't told him about the incident. Maybe she was just busy (she usually was busy, because, unlike Gawain, she actually went to her classes and did her homework). Still, he was curious to know who had dared to attack her, and how Ilari ended up saving her...
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She sure did leave an impression on him. In the shape of a shoe in his ribcage. Though, to her credit, it wasn't her shoe. He didn't blame it on her at all. How could he? He found it a bit weird that she hadn't told her friend about the incident, but she did tell him about the man who saved her. That... was actually a bit sweet, and he couldn't help but give a warm smile to the thought. She really made him miss his little sister.
"Well, we met in the park," he begins. "Talked about books, a little. We were gonna go our separate ways, for whatever reason, and some guy came up behind her." He leaned back in his seat, recalling the incident pretty clearly. "He was a big guy, looked like he could've been in college football or something. I dunno what he said to her, but he grabbed her arm. She was trying to get away.
"I would have helped her, no matter what. She's a sweet kid, but I guess what really moved my ass was that she looks so much like my little sister. I was over there before I knew what I was doing. I fought the guy off and she helped me get away from the scene... 'Cause I had to, uh..." There, he trailed off. He didn't want to go over all of the "school for mutant" stuff again, and he couldn't really find the words to admit how he won the fight. "He almost broke a few of my ribs, so I had to flash-blind his stupid drugged face and book it." That sounded so stupid.
Gawain noted the smile. He didn't like the smile. Random guys had no business smiling over Twyla. Even though smiling was stil better than attacking her.
>>"Well, we met in the park. Talked about books, a little. We were gonna go our separate ways, for whatever reason, and some guy came up behind her."
Gawain didn't like the story either, but he couldn't really blame that on Ilari, something told him the guy was telling the truth. Twyla making friends was a common phenomenon, she was easy to like. If she wasn't, they would have never met...
>>"She's a sweet kid, but I guess what really moved my ass was that she looks so much like my little sister."
Ilari didn't notice it, but he ahd just saved his own behind with that one sentence. Kid, huh. No danger there. Gawain knew a thing or two about little sisters, from observing Nate, and from dealing with Ruby. So, Ilari was definitely not hitting on his girlfriend. That earned him a whole lot of bonus points.
>>"I fought the guy off and she helped me get away from the scene... 'Cause I had to, uh..."
Gawain nodded, he was still curious, but he had already found out what was important to him. Ilari didn't need to tell him the rest if he didn't want to.
"Yeah, well, I think I still owe you one, for savin' my girlfriend" he grinned "I can't always get there in time to catch her. Too bad." he chuckled "So, Ilari. Ya're one of us, right?"
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Despite all of the surprises and strange happenings of the day, Ilari felt oddly calmed, when Gawain called Twyla his girlfriend. That meant Twyla was happy with someone, and that was probably one of the best things Ilari thought he could ever hear, after that story. And then he was proven wrong, when Gawain said "one of us." A mutant. One of the group. He hadn't been one of the group since high school.
"Yeah," he chuckled, taking a sip of his coke. "Yeah, I am." That was strangely liberating to say. Unfortunately, some guys sitting behind him didn't seem to think the same way. It was a group of four guys. Ilari didn't pay attention to them, thinking they were just on their way out. He started paying attention when they all stopped by the table.
He looked up at the group, and the people in the shop quieted down, for the most part.
"Can I help you?" he asked. He was not in the mood for this crap. Not. In the mood. Things were just swinging the right way, and now what!?
One of the men, notable from the group in that he was a redhead, spoke up first. He rested his hands on the table and looked first at Gawain, then at Ilari.
He was a mutant. Ilari was one of them. Gawain smiled at the thought; someone so protective over Twyla, he'd better be a mutant. ... And he'd better have a useful mutation, or he'd better friggin' grow one in the next fifteen to twenty... seconds...
>>"Yeah. We think you should leave."
Gawain sighed as if the weight of the world had been resting in his shoulders. Speak of the devil...
"Oh c'mon guys" he rolled his eyes, looking up (and up... dammit they're big) at them "This ain't even a pub, 'tis a friggin' sandwich bar! Can't we all jus' get along?"
And he meant it too. Not the get along part, screw that, the other part. Can't these morons see how lame it is to pick a fight in a sandwich bar?! In the middle of the day? Were they high on vitamins, or what? Planning on breakin' bagels on their heads? Come on!
Gawain glanced at Ilari. When this is over, they'll need to get a drink...
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After the fight that was, no doubt, about to happen, Ilari woldn't say no to a drink or ten. He simply stared up at the redhead. Normally, he would avoid confrontation. His well-being was more important than sticking up for his right to eat a god damned sandwich. However, something within him just... clicked. f*** it. He wanted to sit there, eat his sandwich, and have a chat with this fellow mutant. How was that so hard to comprehend? He wasn't even asking much!
"Well, tough sh*t!" he snapped, shoulders tensing as he readied for what was to come. "We aren't moving."
His sentiment was proven quite wrong when another man - one actually wearing a jersey of some kind - grabbed him by his sweatshirt's hood and dragged him out of his seat. The motion choked Ilari, momentarily, but he found his breath when the guy chucked him to the floor. Oh. Oh it was on. Ilari staggered to his feet and glared the man down.
The redhead turned his gaze back to Gawain and cracked a big grin.
"How about you, pretty boy?" he spat. "Wanna dance?"
Ilari was not afraid of the bullies, he had to hand him that. Or maybe he'd just had enough. Anyhow, there was no way of talking themselves out of the mess now (probably never had been). Gawain sighed again, but didn't have much time to contemplate on the situation, because Ilari disappeared from his seat with impressive speed, and some help from the other side.
>>"How about you, pretty boy? Wanna dance?"
Pretty boy.
"No." Gawain frowned "But if ya'd make up your minds 'bout fightin', I might join in..."
They didn't need to be told twice.
It was a matter of mere seconds, and a classic sandwichbar-fight was well underway. People yelled, screamed and fled, stuff broke and shattered, and Mirror silently thanked Sam for all the lessons, even though the teacher probably didn't have this kind of a situation in mind when he taught the mirrorwalker how to punch, kick, and sweep. Well, knowing Sam... maybe he did.
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Ilari was a scrapper. He was a street brawler, through and through. Growing up as he did ingrained several truths into his mind. Truths that he would never lose, even if he ever received formal training for his abilities.
Truth number one: There are no rules. Thugs don't play by them, so neither should you. These two college boys just showed that rule off quite nicely. The first dirty trick they'd tried was dragging him out of his chair. The second one they tried was two on one. Ilari wasn't having any of that. He'd finally gotten his fill of getting the proverbial sh*t kicked out of him.
Which leads us to truth number two: Don't be afraid to fight like a girl. And Ilari defined "Fight like a girl" as "Don't be afraid to pull hair, scratch, and bite." It made fighting him something like fighting a wild animal. As did his rage, which seemed to enhance his movements. He dodged hits and pummeled these bullies like he never thought he could, before.
Again, leading us to truth number three: If you find a good rhythm, you can render yourself untouchable, and you will kick much ass. However, the minute your rhythm is dropped, the tides will turn faster than your head can spin. Ilari's rhythm-breaking moment was when he was caught, mid-kick, and he was slammed backwards, into a wall. What a floor-length mirror was doing in a sandwich shop, Ilari didn't know. What he did know was that he wasn't fond of the feeling of mirror shards digging into his back.
It was particularly irritating, because these college boys weren't afraid of kicking a man when he was down.
Well, wasn't that familiar. A solid kick was delivered square to his stomach, and Ilari found himself winded. Not good.
It had been a while since Gawain's last decent bar fight. Most of the time, it was Maya who picked the fights, and shamelessly made an advantage of being a girl. Gawain, on the other hand... ... well, he was a guy.
The owner must be calling the cops by now.
There were still a few people standing around, heck knows what they were doing, making bets maybe, because none of them were trying to break up the fight. After the first few punches Gawain didn't bother to count anymore; the nosebleed was given, and the ringing ears, but he was still in better shape than the guy on the ground he just kicked in the balls. Nasty. Yeah. Cry me a river.
From his current position (lying on top of a table) Gawain could see the mirror shatter.
Darn, that was my way out!
Kicking the guy off himself before he could get in another punch, Gawain rolled off the table to sweep the legs out from under the guy who was kicking Ilari. The next long moments, maybe mintues, flew by in the usual chaos. And to the usual chaos came the usual ending. Police sirens.
"Oh hell." Gawain muttered, trying to wriggle free from the fight, with not much success. The last thing he needed was getting arrested. For fighting. In a friggin' sandwich bar.
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Ilari was all willing to let himself take his hits when the man who was kicking him was knocked to the side. He turned his gaze upward and caught sight of Gawain. An ally. That was a new and interesting sight. So, Ilari pushed himself to his feet and looked around. He wouldn't kick a man while he was down.
He did, however, end up back on his feet, though it didn't take but about five minutes for Ilari to knock him down so that he stayed. That was both of his assailants taken care of, and he didn't even have to use his powers. Talk about a good day.
The good day utterly evaporated when he heard the sirens. His first instinct, of course, was to run. Then, however, he realized that Gawain was still with him, and had still saved him from being beaten to the curb. His gaze darted around for some escape route. There was a back door, and the cops weren't quite there yet. Ilari started inching that way.
"We have to go," he asserted, sounding far more sure and in charge than he had, all day. "I see a way out. Let's go!" He didn't care if the men could give the police a description of him. Save the scars, he looked like any generic inhabitant of New York City. He was more interested in not getting himself arrested, and with that concern came a concern for Gawain. They didn't have a whole lot of time.
It was good thinkin. Gawain immediately tried to break free from the two guys he was currently fighting, and make a break towards the back door; but they were still not beaten up enough to let him go so easily, and he bounced back, to a distance that seemed like miles between him and their door to freedom.
Darn it.
"Ain'tgoin' nowhere mutie" one of the guys growled at him, and at the sound of the sirens, the people left in the bar seemed to wake up too, some of them scurrying out of the place while others trying to interfere with the fight. Some of them came between Ilari and Gawain.
"Go!" he yelled back, still struggling to at least give a hard time to the people holding him down "Get the hell outta here!"
And I'll just stay here and tke the blame. Piece o' cake.
You'd better be smart enough to go to the Mansion.
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People. Where did all of the people come from, all of a sudden! They got in the way when he tried to rush forward, to help Gawain away from his own attackers.
"No no no no damnit NO!" he yelled over the ruckus. A few innocent bystanders that were trying to break the fight up were rewarded with Ilari's fist driving harshly into their faces. There were too many, though, and, at Gawain's insistence, Ilari turned around and bolted for the back door. Life seemed like it went in slow motion as he darted away, ducking into an alley to avoid the cops.
As he always told himself, he was a very generic-looking inhabitant of New York City. All he had to do was pull his hood up to hide his scars and start strolling away from the scene, right?
Still, he waited in the alley, and the more he waited, the more the adrenaline wore out of his system. The more adrenaline wore out of his system, the more he was aware of the strange grinding pain in his back. Oh. Right. The mirror.
Naturally, his first plan was to go home and take care of it, himself. However, he couldn't pick glass out of his back on his own.
Well. He had to go to the Mansion sooner or later. He pulled the napkin with the address out of his pocket and looked it over. It looked like that would be sooner rather than later.