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.
Site adaptation by Sen, Lix, and Tempest. <3
For the Love and Hate of Gems and Violence (Worms)
Worms turned to Meld, keeping one eye on the road and one eye on his partner in crime.
"Yeah, I have a place in mind, but it's a few miles out. Don't care really." Smirking, Worms turned the corner just as he heard sirens in the distance. They were safe, unless something incredibly unlucky happened along the way.
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"Your place sounds good," Meld answered. Just because Worms had proven himself to be a worthy ally didn't mean that she wanted to show him her safe house unless absolutely necessary. Besides, she wasn't certain that Aura would really appreciate it since she had yet to meet the man. Maybe, just maybe, that might change in the near future, however. He had potential.
Meld wasn't too concerned about the sirens in the distance. For one thing, police tended to be a little less concerned with the death of gangsters than they were with the death of anyone else and for another, they were all ready well on their way to safety. So long as Worms didn't do anything stupid, like speeding, they should be in the clear and he didn't seem the type to make such a stupid mistake as that.
"So tell me Worms, do you regularly work with other mutants?"
Worms shook his head, making sure he was going exactly 24 miles per hour.
"Sadly, I haven't. Just been me and my friends for the past few years." Patting his stomach, Worms turned to Meld fully as he came to a stop at a traffic light. "I knew there were others out there, but my paranoia got the best of me. Didn't trust people when I first started out." Worms shifted into first gear and turned right. "Then, a few months back, I got a tip about some mutant organization based out of New York. Of course it HAD to be New York." Worms laughed. "Moved out here shortly after, been trying to track it down. Figured I might as well get to know others like me as well. Humans are so...boring. Not useless, mind you, but I prefer to have my friends at my back 10 times out of 10. You know what I mean? Someone with real power."
Worms was choosing his words carefully, saying exactly what he hoped Meld wanted to hear. He knew she was linked to the Order, but he wasn't sure how much he wanted to divulge he knew about it. Worms hoped that Meld might be his ticket into the Order, so every single sentence he said had to be perfect.
"Back there? I felt like I had been stupid in the past. Well, stupider. Never been stupid fully." Worms shrugged as he merged onto 36th, being careful to drive as carefully as possible. "You knew what you were doing. You knew that those humans back there had what was coming for them. Others, they would have just shot them and moved on. You? I saw that look in your eyes. You enjoyed what you did, didn't you Meld. You understand that it is our right to take vengeance for our brethren."
Worms wasn't -that- patriotic towards mutant-kind, but he was never one to be afraid of playing the part that was needed. He waited for Meld to respond.
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"You were smart not to trust," Meld answered, thoughtfully. Her own past hadn't been so very different from the one that Worms described. "It was years before I came to the city myself, after discovering the fact that I was a mutant. Back in Canada there weren't too many of us around, openly." It wasn't much of a risk to mention she was from Canada. For one, he had all ready managed to track down information about her and for another, Canada was a big country. Besides, she had left behind almost all connections to her past, including the name she had once gone by. To almost everyone in the city, she was Meld no more and no less.
At the mention of the mutant organization, Meld knew that she would have to proceed cautiously. It was almost certain that he was referring to The Order, however she didn't know how much information he had on the organization nor how much information Lori would want her to divulge. "I may know of the organization you refer to. You did well today. I was impressed not only with you're power but your level of competence. Not many could do what you did without second thought. I can make some calls, possibly get you in touch with someone."
"Back there? I felt like I had been stupid in the past. Well, stupider. Never been stupid fully. You knew what you were doing. You knew that those humans back there had what was coming for them. Others, they would have just shot them and moved on. You? I saw that look in your eyes. You enjoyed what you did, didn't you Meld. You understand that it is our right to take vengeance for our brethren."
Meld couldn't help the smirk that came over her expression at the words, even if she was trying to curb her rather unhealthy enjoyment of such acts. It seemed she had made the right decision in offering to get him in contact with Lori. "Mutants deserve to live a life free from discrimination and fear. I do my part and if I make a little money in the process, what's wrong with that?" Even without her cause she still had the mind of a criminal and was completely unashamed of the fact. Killing was one thing, something she wanted to work on. But simple theft? Taking what she could by force because others were too weak to protect what was theirs? That she had no intentions of changing.
"Nothing at all," Worms replied, nodding as he merged off the highway. The safehouse was just up ahead: a loft above a grundgy nightclub owned and ran by his cousin Boris' nephew Ivan. Through a few favors, he'd convinced Ivan not to rent the loft out so that Worms could use it as a safehouse, in case anything went wrong.
Worms turned right into the alley beside the nightclub. "We're here. Don't worry about the noise, it's a bonus. People can't hear a thing we say from the loft." Pointing upwards towards the door to the loft. "I just hope you don't mind some stairs."
Killing the engine and the lights, Worms hoped out of the truck and walked to the back, opening the rear door. "Just need to unload the crates and then we can see the prize inside." With a clicking noise, Worms' worms crawl out from his stomach and began to wrap around the nearest crate, dragging it up the stairs to the door. Worms smiled and stepped over them, taking out a key and unlocking the loft.
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Meld was fairly impressed with the safe house, such as it was. It was much nicer than the abandoned warehouse she and Aura had used so many times in the past. Being in such a public place, of course, had its positives and negatives but overall it was a good choice.
It was rather fascinating watching the worms wrap around the crates and do much of the heavy lifting, but Meld didn't spend her time gaping when there was work to be done. Picking up one of the crates effortlessly, she followed behind Worms. Her flesh melds had been designed for maximum efficiency in dealing with enemies, but their added strength also had its advantages.
"Nice place," Meld commented. She didn't ask how he had come by it, there were some things that one simply didn't discuss. In fact, when it came to crime families, there were many things that one didn't discuss. It was a need to know sort of arrangement, more often than not.
Worms laughed "It works. Needs a bit of a woman's touch on the interior though." Opening the door, Worms walked in and flipped on the lights. A single dull light bulb illuminated the barren room. The wallpaper on the walls was frayed and patched. The fridge and sink look like they were from the 50s, and didn't have a good life since. The couch, which functioned as a bed, was a hideous brown/yellow/orange plaid, a clashing blue and purple striped wool blanket covering it. A small TV was supported by a huge pile of empty water bottles, a dozen cases of full bottles behind it. Telltale signs of Worms' worms' green slime could be seen in the far corner. Worms shrugged.
"See what I mean? Come on, there should be plenty of space." Worms' worms dragged the crate into the room, clicking happily. They unraveled around it, and hurried back down the stairs to fetch another load.
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Meld was pretty sure that Worms' mention of a 'woman's touch' was not referring to her touch. Her focus was on her cause and everything that went into the furthering of that cause to the exclusion of all else. The skills that furthered her cause most certainly did not include interior decorating. Her own room back in Sanctuary was relatively sparse, with the exception of her art table, though it was also clean and neat.
"As long as its functional and no one knows about it who shouldn't, I don't see the problem," Meld replied. Having something of a compulsive personality she would never let her own room get to such a state of disarray, with empty bottles simply lying around, but it didn't bother her in the rooms of others.
It seemed to Meld like the worms had the crate carrying thing well in hand so, although she had the ability to carry crates with ease, she left it to them. Instead she decided to sit down and open up the first crate to see what might be inside.
Worms walked over to the counter that housed the rusted sink and opened the drawers below it. Muttering to himself, he searched through it, throwing out the things he didn't need behind him. Worms was not the cleanest of people.
"I...know...it's here.....ah HA!" Worms grinned, and stood up a bit to soon.
WHACK
Worms bonked his head on the bottom of the sink.
"Ouch! Damn it!" Worms stood up fully, rubbing his bald head with one hand and holding a crowbar with the other. "Stupid sink." Worms swung the crowbar at the faucet and bend it with a metallic clang.
He walked over to the crate Meld was opening and helped her pry it open. She didn't need the help, he quickly saw, and dropped the crowbar after the metal-clad woman had ripped off the roof of the first crate. It was full of dead fish.
"Oh boy, my friends should be happy." Worms said, pushing the crate over. The fish poured out as the crate fell over. Sifting through the fish, Worms found what he was looking over. A brown box, about a cubic foot in volume. He tossed it up to Meld from his crouched position. "And there we have it. Should be one of those in each crate." Worms picked up two fish and tossed them towards the door where his worms were, dragging in a second and third crate. The instantly shrieked, and fought each other for the fish. Worms laughed.
Worms walked over to the counter that housed the rusted sink and opened the drawers below it. Muttering to himself, he searched through it, throwing out the things he didn't need behind him. Worms was not the cleanest of people.
"I...know...it's here.....ah HA!" Worms grinned, and stood up a bit to soon.
WHACK
Worms bonked his head on the bottom of the sink.
"Ouch! Damn it!" Worms stood up fully, rubbing his bald head with one hand and holding a crowbar with the other. "Stupid sink." Worms swung the crowbar at the faucet and bend it with a metallic clang.
He walked over to the crate Meld was opening and helped her pry it open. She didn't need the help, he quickly saw, and dropped the crowbar after the metal-clad woman had ripped off the roof of the first crate. It was full of dead fish.
"Oh boy, my friends should be happy." Worms said, pushing the crate over. The fish poured out as the crate fell over. Sifting through the fish, Worms found what he was looking over. A brown box, about a cubic foot in volume. He tossed it up to Meld from his crouched position. "And there we have it. Should be one of those in each crate." Worms picked up two fish and tossed them towards the door where his worms were, dragging in a second and third crate. The instantly shrieked, and fought each other for the fish. Worms laughed.
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Meld wasn't paying a whole lot of attention to Worms' attempts to find a crowbar, intent as she was upon opening the crate and finding out what was inside. Had she been, she would have told him herself that it really wasn't needed. Clawed metal limbs were good for many things, not the least of which was, as it turned out, prying open wooden crates.
"You all right?" Meld asked, trying to restrain a smirk at the vicious attack of the sink. "You know, I think you should leave the crate opening to me, you can deal with routing through whatever's inside."
Finally opening the first crate, Meld realized the wisdom of her plan when she saw (and smelled) the dead fish. Yup, definitely better for her not to be the one to have to deal with that. Well, at least they weren't rotten fish. "Very nice," Meld answered, catching the little box. Dead fish or not, this was proving to be an excellent day.