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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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
Lesson One: Don't Ever Touch the Coffee (Katerina)
She had suspected from the very beginning that the coffee mug harbored ill will towards her. It taunted her at every step. Now that it was actually taunting her, she was almost not surprised.
The dolphins winked at her, then the cup turned itself backwards and waggled it's backside at her. A dish and a spoon ran past holding hands and tried to climb into the dishwasher together. All that was missing from this scene was a laughing dog. Now where had Kat left her fiddle?
The source of all the commotion was a little boy with flashing blue eyes, upset at his parent's divorce and possibly at finding out he was a mutant and his police secretary aunt who couldn't do anything about it.
If this was a typical day at the office for a police officer, Katrina was pretty sure she didn't want to be one when she finished growing up. Jell-o explosions, PBSD, and dancing coffee mugs. She wasn't surprised that the Jack Daniels had been hidden in the lounge, considering all the crazy stuff these cops had to cope with.
Katrina glanced around, looking for something with which she could trap the coffee mug. The cop could deal with the crying child for now (an invisible girl wasn't going to be much of a comfort) and she would worry about her mission. There, by the cop's desk, was a garbage can. She touched it, turning it invisible, and then dumped it's contents into someone else's trash. Then she waded back into the staff room. All around her danced the silverware, and the mug was way at the back.
Armed and ready, she made her way, careful not to step on any forks or knives as she went.
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Jorge
“Jaime, they still love you! They’ll always love you!” Cynthia screamed as she ducked down under a chair that was attempting to high kick her.
Jorge winced and began to hop around on one foot when he looked down and spied a large broken glass bottle with legs had nicked his ankle. Quickly he kicked that across the room and began to make progress towards the upset child. He was scream, gnashing his teeth and slamming his fists onto the table he sat at. Whenever he did another inanimate object came to life and another and another.
Worst of all this mess was that they all seemed to be feeding off his wild emotions. Some were sad looking, others were dancing wildly, but the majority of them were fighting and attacking anything in sight. They were upset and they had the patience of a child that was under distress. It was no wonder that the room was slowly beginning to fall into a mass of noise and thunder.
Jorge attempted to get closer to the child but angry silverware and furniture kept tumbling on top of each other in front of him, baring his way. Jaime knew, he knew that Jorge was there to stop him which was why all the suddenly animate objects were attempting to bar his way. The detective had to kick and shove but the majority of them only lashed out. Unfortunately, even though they looked cute and very cartoonish, they still had some sharp edges. The back of his hands cut and gashed, he shouted over to Cynthia.
“He needs to stop or –“
“I WANT MY MOMMY AND DADDDDDDYYY!!!” the boy screamed and slammed both of his fists onto the table.
Jorge wasn’t sure what happened first. He saw the flash of a blue aura as it flew out from the angered child, then at the same time he felt the entire room shake and roll. Jorge was familiar with earthquakes from when he lived in California so he figured that’s all it was. But as he looked about the room he was shocked to see several animate hands and arms and legs reaching out from the walls! They lashed out, struck and kicked at everything. Some of them were even picking up some of the running around objects: including his mug!
He watched helplessly as his favorite mug attempted to flee! It ran, dodged and ducked under the grasping hands that reached out from the wall. Sadly though, as it turned to make sure it was not being followed, one of the massive plaster hands seized the mug and began to actually pull it into the wall as if it were little more than sludge or water! This was absolute insanity!
“That…was my mug,” he growled as he kicked out and knocked down the barrier of stacked on, flailing items. But as he started to head towards the kid, another of the tables charged forward and tackled him from the side. Jorge collapsed like a ton of bricks and immediately was set on by the rest of the jumping and growling silverware. “Jaime! You need to stop! Stop this!!”
“I WANT MY MOM AND DAAAAAAADD!!”
Cynthia screeched as one of the arms from the wall lashed out, grabbed her and held her tight against the flat surface.
Jorge, meanwhile, attempted to stand but that table was literally pinning him to the tiled floor. But, as he looked past, he saw the break rooms sink and knew that was his only chance. Cracks began to appear all over the room as the arms began and legs attempted to break free from the walls. He had to stop the boy before the whole building followed suit and collapsed around them. Reaching out with his hand, the detective struggled as he attempted to contact the water within. He had to focus, ignoring the crash and clatter around. It was only when he concentrated long enough that the water in the faucet suddenly bursts to life.
Water began to flow out to his summoning. The break room was going to need a large cleaning bill after this.
This was getting ridiculous. The more the kid pounded, the more things came to life. Someday he was going to be a very powerful mutant. Today he was a very powerful nuisance. Why wasn't Mr. CopMan taking care of his end of the bargain? Katrina slammed her invisible dust bin down on the ground, but narrowly missed the coffee cup.
Because it was stolen by a plaster hand.
Coming out of the wall.
She glared over at the secretary lady who was actually yelling at her nephew. Honestly. Like yelling was going to calm him down. She got her just desserts in the form of a wall hand that grabbed at her and pulled her in towards itself. She didn't slurp into the wall as easily as the coffee cup had. A table had pinned the cop guy to the floor. Hands reached out toward where she was standing, but Katrina dodged them. They couldnt' seem to sense where she was any better than the humans and mutants in the room could.
That was about when the cop decided it was time to clean house. The faucet behind her sprang to life and started gushing water at her. Again she dodged out of the way, but not before getting completely soaked by the stream.
The child kept screaming.
If the adults weren't going to do anything about this, than she would have to take care of it. Damn the coffee mug.
Katrina reappeared in the center of the break room with a fanfare of heavenly music and a bright light shining on her from above. She also looked much drier and less jell-o covered than she actually was. In fact she looked so clean she actually sparkled.
"Jaime," she smiled at him. The noise of the break room faded beneath the heavenliness of her voice. "It's time to settle down now." She paused to give him a chance to listen, to let the calmness in her voice wash over him. "I know you are having a bad day, but I need you to know this: deep in their hearts your parents love you. They will always love you. The reason they are separating is they want what is best for you. They don't want to fight any more. They want you to be at peace. Everything will turn out fine so long as you calm down, okay?"
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Jorge
Nothing was working. The kid was getting angrier and his ability to cope with the two adults in the room could definitely use some work. Jorge struggled to catch his breath as the table pressed down harder on him. He could not focus and the child was simply too mad to console right now. Cynthia was not going a good job of it, in fact she was rather busy with being literally hugged by the wall. Himself, well, he could not get up, he was slowly losing feeling in his abdomen and the screaming of the child, well, that just plain irritated him.
But he knew, he knew that if he could smack the kid with a cold jet of water, it may be enough to knock him back to his sense. At least enough to distract him into stopping all this madness.
Though something odd happened. Just as Jorge summoned the mass of water, it seemed to crashed into something unforeseen. Unfortunately, though, Jorge didn’t have time to check because just then was then the table attempted to do an elbow(?) drop on his gut. Jorge coughed, the air leaving his lungs and his control over the water halting. He heard it splash to the ground but that was the least of what he heard.
Suddenly there was a flash of light and ruckus of heavenly music. The pressure from the table lapsing some, Jorge sat up and spied what could only be identified as an angelic sight…
>> "Jaime…It's time to settle down now…I know you are having a bad day, but I need you to know this: deep in their hearts your parents love you. They will always love you. The reason they are separating is they want what is best for you. They don't want to fight any more. They want you to be at peace. Everything will turn out fine so long as you calm down, okay?"
The voice from the young, angelic girl was enchanting and Jorge was simply at a loss for words. As he sat there, confused, he noticed that several of the once bickering objects were all turning their attentions on her. They all followed Jaime’s suit as he looked up, his sparkling blue eyes still tinged with tears. The detective watched as the boy’s bottom lip quivered and finally he just let his head fall onto the table, crying about what his parents had done and that he still loved them. Soon the flickering energy sparkled out of his eyes and ever attacking object he had manipulated fell lifelessly to the side.
Jorge watched as the table that had been pressing down on him keeled over and how several cups and spoons and other silverware, were all not missing their legs and had fallen down. Everything was returning to normal…well…as normal as things can be for the MRC offices.
Gasping for air, Jorge shoved the table off of his stomach and simply lay there, trying to catch his breath. He struggled to sit up. He rubbed his stomach as he looked over to the wall and saw that Cynthia had been released and was not standing there, rubbing her arm where she was grabbed and moved over to the still crying Jaime.
Jorge sighed as he then turned his attention onto the young newcomer. He had to admit, he did not know what they would have done without her help.
“Thank you,” was all he said as he watched her in awe. It really was like she was an angel. God…where was she when he could have used her help during the Jell-O incident?
Katrina turned to the secretary who was wriggling loose from her bonds.
"You need to spend more time around children. Yelling at them never solves anything."
She turned to the cop. He as thanking her. She smiled warmly at him.
"You have had a rough day. You should take a short vacation. And get a new coffee mug. That one," she pointed at where the mug had disappeared into the wall, "isn't coming back."
She turned back to the boy, "Now Jaime. Be good for your parents. They will need all your love in the next couple of weeks, okay?" She leaned over to give him a kiss on the forehead and then disappeared again.
Invisible she walked over to the wall where the cup had disappeared. She inspected it closely, just to make sure it was really gone. It looked like it was completely gone: nestled safely in the insulation between wooden joists and sheet rock. There was no getting it back. Not without a sledge hammer.
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And like that she was gone. Jorge could have sworn he had seen something a kin to an angel that day. Not because of beauty, but simply from the majesty that she exuded when she appeared. The light, the music, the way she handled the situation, if ever there was a guardian angel, he was glad for it. Then again, it could have simply been a passing mutant. One could never tell in this day and age. But whatever the case, Jorge was glad that the girl was there to help when she did.
He sighed as he stood and glanced over at Cynthia and Jaime. The backup had finally arrived and the clean up crew were getting to work. He was glad the MRC had them pretty much on twenty-four hour notice. It just made all their jobs that much easier. After all, when working with mutants all the times, things do tend to get messy. Jorge knew that quite well.
He shook his head as he stood staring at the wall where he had seen his mug disappear into her. Reaching over he knocked on it gently, seeing no way in which he could reach in and get it; well, short of knocking a hole in the wall. Then again, he doubted the precinct would allow for deconstruction of their precinct just to save a coffee mug. Wherever it was, it was going to be lost to annuals of time, forever a part of this building.
Heh, he wanted to leave a legacy but nothing THAT lame.
Jorge shook his head as he turned to watch Cynthia with her brother and his soon to be ex-wife standing around the young Jaime. He was calming now but he still seemed to be extremely sad that his parents would not be living under the same house again. At least the kid did not have his eyes glowing anymore and he wasn’t summoning plates and cups to attack people. There had to be some understanding in this whole mess.
A slight grunt and Jorge turned to leave. He stepped over fallen debris, dodged around crew members and fellow officers. It was time for him to head back to his desk.
The whole way walking, the image of that young girl who helped them still buried in his head. He was curious who she was and why she helped. Why was she there anyways? Just passing through and decided to jump in? Not a lot of people would get involved.
He was thankful though. And he smiled a little to himself, making a note that he would thank her if he ever saw her again. He slipped into his chair at his desk. And simply sighed and smirked. Jello, broken bathrooms, inanimate objects brought to life and running amok…
It was just another day at the office.
But as Jorge turned to face his desk he arched a brow and look closely. “Hey,” he shouted out, “Anyone seen my stapler?”