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.
>>"Yesss. That's why I'm known to be so dangerous. I fight with shoes. You should see what I can do with boots."
"I'd rather not." Gawain grinned; he finished cleaning himself off. The injury was not big, but it was already starting to turn purple and red.
>>"I manipulate matter. I'm trained in Bartitsu. And Yoga does wonders for one's flexibility. And I'm good with improvising."
"Yeah, so I hear." he nodded, turning back to her. Manipulating matter? That sounded like... a lot, but didn't really expain what happened with the shoe. Mysterious.
>>"Now. Tell me about yourself."
"Well..." he thought about it for a moment "I'm a mirrorwalker, but you already know that. I've been training with Sam for... almost a year now." Has it really been so long? "I do archery, and other Medieval stuff too. Comes with the name I guess." he added with a grin.
Alexandra nodded at Gawain. Meanwhile, she had spotted a hair band and moved herself away to retrieve it. The wet hair would be bothering her enough during the training. Loose wet hair, she assumed, would have been a pain in the neck. While pulling her hair into a loose bun, she nodded toward the door. "Let's move into the DR. Doubt we could do much training inside here."
That being said, she moved toward the door herself and opened it. "And while we walk there, you can tell me more about your mutation and your training with Sam." She smiled slightly. Knowing Sam Johnson, she was pretty sure that the year hadn't been very easy for Gawain. "Archery sounds awesome. Wanted to do that." Alexandra shrugged as she exited her room. "Picked guns instead. They tend to do more damage."
>>"Let's move into the DR. Doubt we could do much training inside here."
"Sure." Gawain followed her out of the room; he was so used to going to the DR every day, he could have walked there with his eyes closed. Through any mirror. It was practically his second home.
>>"And while we walk there, you can tell me more about your mutation and your training with Sam. Archery sounds awesome. Wanted to do that. Picked guns instead. They tend to do more damage."
"Yeah" Gawain smirked "Never really learned how to use guns. Sam's not a big fan of them." she probably knew that. "I mostly trained with my mutation. I can walk through mirrors, so it's like a form of teleportation. But if the mirror's damaged, I get hurt too." He needed to add that, for clarity's sake.
"I'm pretty good at archery, and close range combat." he continued "I've been shot at a few times before, and been in a few fights... but mostly, it's training."
Alexandra closed the door behind her but didn't bother locking. A locked door didn't represent an obstacle for many and since she has left her things behind for 5 months, she saw no reason to be over protective now.
"Never really learned how to use guns. Sam's not a big fan of them.
Alexandra smirked slightly while she walked. She remembered something about Sam not liking guns. "Maybe I'll teach you someday. Actually, are you even eighteen?" Not that was a problem... In her opinion, that is.
She nodded at what Gawain shared about his mutation, about his training and shook her head when hearing that he'd been shot and had been in a few fights already. Seriously. Was there anyone with an X-Gene that didn't get into troubles? She doubted it. Anyway. It wasn't her business.
"Now I understand why you stepped out of the mirror into my room." Alexandra commented with a thoughtful look. Some sort of teleportation, Gawain mentioned. Interesting, really. "Can you take others with you into a mirror? 'Teleport' an opponent away? How exactly would you use your mutation for offensive purposes?" Alexandra looked over to her side, glancing at Gawain as they continued to walk. "Does your power work with mirrors only? Or any kind of reflective surfaces?"
>>"Maybe I'll teach you someday. Actually, are you even eighteen?"
"Yeah." Gawain rolled his eyes. A few days give or take, who cares. He was practically 18 now. Also, why were minors allowed to punch, but not shoot, anyway? Weird.
>>"Now I understand why you stepped out of the mirror into my room. Can you take others with you into a mirror? 'Teleport' an opponent away? How exactly would you use your mutation for offensive purposes? Does your power work with mirrors only? Or any kind of reflective surfaces?"
Whoa. That was a lot of questions.
"It works with everythin' that reflects my face" he explained "And nah, it only works with me. I've never taken anyone else into a mirror. I don't think it'd work... even stuff I take in falls out if I leave it in there. Although your shoe seemed to last longer than other things." he added with a smirk "And I don' really use it for 'offensive purposes'. I just use it when I can to get some advantage. Y'know, the element of surprise."
Alexandra simply nodded. And grinned. "Well. I told you shoes were something special." The Danger Room's doors slid open and Alexandra found her way inside. One by one, the lights flickered on, bathing the metal-clad room into artificial light. "Well, I guess it's my habit to think first about the offensive uses of a mutation." She could see why Gawain's mutation fitted better into the element of surprise category, especially if he couldn't take others into the mirrors with him. Oh well.
Alexandra stopped in the middle of the DR, a few feet away from Gawain. Taking a short breath, she let her hands relax to her side and smiled. "Okay, Sir Gawain. Enough talking." A corner of her lip rose to paint a half-smile on her face. "Show me what you've got." Alexandra kept her body relaxed, her face featuring a blank expression now. "The rule is that there are no rules. You'll have to fight me, using whatever you think it will help you." She didn't make a move, letting the young knight to start the fight. Her eyes shifted absently toward Gawain's feet, activating her mutation. The metal floor behind him moved slightly. With the molecules under her control, she was prepared. Alexandra looked back at the boy. Once Gawain moved, the metal would move too, covering his feet, her purpose to make him greet the floor. She was quite curious if he paid any attention to what she had told him.
>>"Okay, Sir Gawain. Enough talking. Show me what you've got. The rule is that there are no rules. You'll have to fight me, using whatever you think it will help you."
Gawain smirked; if he moved his bed into the DR, he could have practically spent his entire life in there. Another session? Great, bring it on. At least now he'd have something better to look at than Sam. Alex was definitely a sight.
"I'd say I can't bring myself to hit a lady" he chuckled, preparing for the fight; he kept his eyes on her "But somehow I think that wouldn't make you pull any punches."
He took his time; he knew all too well the one that jumps first is the one who loses the advantage. There were no mirrors around; he wouldn't walk into one anyway, not when he was up against a woman who could manipulate matter. Matter was... pretty much everything around them.
Not like he had a choice. He'd just have to jump, get sucker punched or something, and go from there. Hopefully she wouldn't take him out with one hit...
So he pounced.
Two and a half seconds later, when the embarrassingly fast faceplant was over, Gawain rolled onto his back to look up at Alexandra.
"Sooo... how does your mutation work exactly?...."
Ouch. That must have hurt. Alexandra sighed dramatically, releasing Gawain's feet from the ground. She folded her arms, looking down at him with disappointment. "What exactly did Sam teach you in a year?" She rolled her eyes, sighing again. "How to be cute enough not to get yourself killed, maybe?" Sam was good at that, if she remembered correctly. Stepping closer to the fallen knight, Alexandra dropped her hands to the side.
"In most situation you won't be aware of what your opponent's skills are until it's too late. You knew about my power - while not in detail, it was enough to make you more aware of your surroundings." She tilted her head to the side, smiling briefly. "Knowledge is power, Gawain." She tapped her finger against her temple to emphasize her words. "Use it to your advantage." And while taking a few steps back, she spoke again. "And speaking of knowledge, you'll have to be less vague when asking questions." Alexandra winked at him, letting her body relax once again. "Let's try again, shall we?"
>>"What exactly did Sam teach you in a year? How to be cute enough not to get yourself killed, maybe?"
"Yeah I know, right?" he grunted, sitting up "Sam's an awesome guy, but it's not exactly the combat skills we like him for." he smirked "I honestly have no idea what you saw in him thought."
All right, so what was too cheeky for his own good. That was the whole point.
>>"In most situation you won't be aware of what your opponent's skills are until it's too late. You knew about my power - while not in detail, it was enough to make you more aware of your surroundings. Knowledge is power, Gawain. Use it to your advantage. And speaking of knowledge, you'll have to be less vague when asking questions. Let's try again, shall we?"
"Yeah, sure." he muttered, standing up and looking at her "Knowledge is power, huh. Great. Too bad the only knowledge I have of you is... umm, nevermind."
Of course she would mind. The only knowledge he had of her was how she looked naked.
Standing in front of her, Gawain folded his arms over his chest.
"Sooo, why should I jump first if ya're only gonna catch my feet again?" he asked with a grin, arching an eyebrow.
"Yeah I know, right? Sam's an awesome guy, but it's not exactly the combat skills we like him for. I honestly have no idea what you saw in him thought."
Alexandra tilted her head at Gawain, blinking. That, she did not expect. However, she thought about it sometimes. What did she see in Sam? 'Opposites attract.' was what remained in her head most of the times. Sometimes, in the past, she'd looked at Sam and wondered how could one be so ... good. It seemed like his only mission in life was to protect the innocent. She had wondered what fueled that belief in him. She'd felt guilt before and admitted that it was the incentive she needed to do something for someone else rather than for herself. Was it that in Sam's case? Alexandra mentally shrugged. No point in worrying over it now. Perhaps opposites were attracted to each other. That didn't mean everything worked out from there.
And certainly it wasn't Gawain's business. She dismissed it. The boy liked to comment a bit too much for his own good but she decided she wouldn't take any measures for now.
Perhaps she should have thought twice about it.
"Yeah, sure. Knowledge is power, huh. Great. Too bad the only knowledge I have of you is... umm, nevermind.
Gawain was pushing his limits. Alexandra felt a familiar tingle in her mind - she was starting to be annoyed with the boldness. Of course, there was no chance she would let the kid see he had managed to push her buttons. A lazy smile appeared on her lips. "It's sad, really." She paused, sighing. "That you can't see past your hormones." She could play this game, too. "You ain't gonna learn anything this way, kid. No matter who your teacher is." Another sigh.
"Sooo, why should I jump first if ya're only gonna catch my feet again?"
Alexandra smiled briefly, blue eyes watching the young knight mischievously. "Finally, some wise words." She said. "Let's play a game, shall we?" She paused for a moment, to analyze her student. "I will use each of my tricks once. In return, you'll have to do something I tell you to do each time you attack me. Deal?"
>>"It's sad, really. That you can't see past your hormones. You ain't gonna learn anything this way, kid. No matter who your teacher is."
"Gimme a break" Gawain frowned. Hormones had been his main problem lately. But it was probably the same for every other teenager his age, so he decided not to worry about it too much unless it got him into trouble. He could see Alex didn't like his comments; that was definitely trouble. He bit back a smirk.
>>"Finally, some wise words. Let's play a game, shall we? I will use each of my tricks once. In return, you'll have to do something I tell you to do each time you attack me. Deal?"
"Games are fun" he agreed, flashing her his trademark cheeky grin "Deal. Sooo, what do you want me to do? Your wish is my command."
It sounded awfully and positively crappy. It was supposed to.
Gawain frowned. Alexandra retained a smile, wondering if hormones had been such a problem for her at eighteen. Then, she remembered that it was probably hormones that got her into troubles. Aka Sam. Oh well. At least it was over. Gawain probably needed to figure out that the sooner he took control of his hormones... the sooner he'd be in less trouble.
"Games are fun. Deal. Sooo, what do you want me to do? Your wish is my command."
Alexandra chuckled. Always rushing into things. She chewed on her lip for a few seconds, to hold back a smile. And once she was in control, sporting the most serious face she could muster, Alexandra spoke. "For your next attack, you will use only one leg to support your body weight. Take a pick, for as soon as the other touches the floor and you have not managed to successfully attack me, it's another failure for you."
She hoped that the DR sessions were still being recorded. Because she was sure this game would be entertaining even after it was over. At least for her.
>>"For your next attack, you will use only one leg to support your body weight. Take a pick, for as soon as the other touches the floor and you have not managed to successfully attack me, it's another failure for you."
Gawain stared at her for a long moment, giving her the impression that he was not that sure about the task. It was not an easy one, but at least it was interesting, and it was not about powers. Gawain liked training without using his powers; there were so many awesome tricks to pull anyway.
Once he was done staring, he moved.
He was quick, as he first aimed a powerful high round kick at her; it was not a real attack though, he did it to distract her. He had to be convincing to pull that off. At the last moment, he shifted his weight, dropped, and spun around, trying to sweep her legs with his own instead, the same foot still supporting his weight all the time. It was over in a matter of seconds...
The look on Gawain's face was hilarious. As a matter of fact, it was so hilarious that Alexandra's eyes were actually starting to get teary from trying to fight back laughter.
That caught her off guard when Gawain decided to move.
He was quick, Alexandra had to admit that. Even if he was hopping around using one leg. Frankly, she had absolutely no idea what his fighting style was. She hadn't trained with Sam enough to be familiar with the moves his students were taught.
Gawain was close, too close for her to feel comfortable, actually. And she knew that she didn't have the time to avoid a hit. Good thing she had a few tricks up her sleeve. One couldn't really manage to kick someone if he happened to ... say... lose his balance.
Her eyes shifted quickly to the metal underneath Gawain's foot. Her mutation worked faster than any fighting style. Under her command, the floor started to move, from side to side, up and down. Alexandra hoped that superhuman balance wasn't included in Gawain's repertoire.
The leg sweep was going remarkably well... up to the point when Gawain suddenly felt the floor move beneath him. Instead of icking Alex's feet from under her he had to stop mid-swing to regain his balance; he failed, he dropped, he rolled, and landed on both feet, dancing back a few steps to get out of her kicking range.
"Playin' with the floor again?" he smirked "I thought ya weren't gonna use the same trick twice."
He looked down. He was standing on both feet. Oh well.
"Guess I'll need to find a different way to sweep you off your feet then..."