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.
Mandain's head was still confused, and still was hurting like hell. The pain in his stomach had lowered, but it was still there. The world had gone crazy, Mutant camps, weird robots that wanna kill you or at least that was what it looked like. His head was spinning around, questions that couldn't be answered, how was Ali doing, where is the rest of the mansion, where did those scarabs came from, why the blackout again, why why why? "Arhhh" Mandain fell on one knee, his bud was still hurting and luckily it was only a scratch, the bullet took away some skin but nothing lethal or to worry about. Now walking away from the Sanctuary, as he could read on a sigh next to the road. "I have got to find away to keep myself save and sound" with shiver in his voice he continued walking down the road. His eye's more yellow then ever in the darkness, his head covered in dirt and filth, his suit all ruined, no cash, 3 pills left for his decease, things weren't looking bright for him.
Making his way to town he walked passed a shop selling some tourist souvenirs, at first Mandain had no interest in the shop, till he saw the sunglasses standing outside of the shop. "Maybe my luck has changed" He crossed over the road, he didn't have to wait to cross since the roads were all but full. A woman now walked out of the shop. "Well hey now, you look beat up son, can I....." as the woman got closer she saw Mandain his eye's lit up brightly, the woman paused and ran back as fast as she could. "Miss, please I could, cough cough, I could really use some help" Mandain pretended to be more sick then he was, If he could score a bath and some fresh clothes it would be wonderfull. "Get away you sick bastard!" she pulled out a shotgun and pointed the thing to Mandain. "Damn, not so lucky after all" Mandain backed away as the woman walked closer and closer. "Wow, have a look at that thing in the sky" Mandain said it with amaze hoping the woman would let her guard down to turn around and have a look, and figure out that there wasn't anything but a Gray sky. The woman looked around giving Mandain the opportunity to reach out to her gun. He got a hold of it and pulled it out of her hands. "Now there is no need for anybody to get hurt Miss, I just need a pair of fresh clothes and some sunglasses as you can see". Mandain's voice was calm and southing, the woman guided him inside the shop giving him some tourist clothes with textures on it like: I love New York, or, God bless Bush!" and that sort of crap. Other t-shirts she put in a bag with some button's on it with more propaganda. The glasses that he took were gray with black glasses. "Well now, thank you" He walked to the bathroom to splash some water in his face and got moving again.
Leaving the shotgun in some bushes meters away form the shop, he made his way to New York city, to see what has happened there.
A man walked down the street towards Mandain. He looked perfectly normal, nothing to suggest that he was anything other than an ordinary New York Citizen. The clothes he wore were a plain suit and he carried a simple briefcase. Under one arm was a copy of today’s newspaper, with the headline of “MUTANT HIDEOUTS RAIDED”. In his other hand he held a Starbucks coffee.
He bumped into Mandain, spilling coffee on the floor. Hastily mumbling an apology the man continued on his way. It looked just like an accidental bump, something that happened thousands of times every day in New York City. But this was no accident.
When the man had collided with Mandain he had angled his newspaper ever so slightly down. Out of it slid a small piece of paper onto the items that Mandain was carrying. The paper read “Your friends Ali, Nicki and Nail are waiting for you. Go to the Bite to Eat café.”
Walking down the street, nothing was happening, the streets were more empty then ever, the registration had effected a lot of people. A man was walking to wards Mandain, but he didn't pay attention to the man till, the man bumped into Mandain. It had seemed that he had some coffee in his hands, at least he had, in the bump he let it fall in the ground spilling it all. He apologized and quickly resumed his path, as Mandain did too. When he checked his pockets he felt something that didn't belong there, it was a note saying:
“Your friends Ali, Nicki and Nail are waiting for you. Go to the Bite to Eat café.”
Mandain looked strangely to the note fronsing his eyebrows. He wanted to look over his shoulder, but that man would already be gone so that wasn't necessary. He needed to see where Ali and the others were, Ali was so far all he had in this new life of his. In the path of walking to the city no other strange things happen, just your usual cars passing by, birds flying over, you name it. When he finally reached the city he still had to find that cafe, the only way to find out where it was, was by asking directions. Mandain felt confident somebody would help him out, now that you can't see his yellow eye's anymore. He was given a hand by a man with a dog and continued the way that the man had explained him to go. "Here we are Bite to Eat café." He walked in and took a look around, but nothing interesting to see. He took a seat at the bar and ordered a coffee. "And now we wait"
In the café a man came and sat down a seat away from Mandian. Behind the counter were a few blue Iris flowers in bloom. The man ordered himself a coffee and sipped it silently. After a while he finally spoke.
“Beautiful aren’t they?” he asked Mandian rhetorically, “I’ve always liked irises for their colours, like blue. Although, if I’m honest I’ve always been drawn to yellow irises, they stand out a bit more than blue, wouldn’t you agree?”
The coffee he ordered was still a bit hot, but it was delicious, just what he needed after some strange event. A man came walking upto the bar and took a seat also ordering a coffee. After a while the man spoke.
“Beautiful aren’t they?, “I’ve always liked irises for their colours, like blue. Although, if I’m honest I’ve always been drawn to yellow irises, they stand out a bit more than blue, wouldn’t you agree?”
Mandain was surprised about the question, but then he understood it. He lowered his glasses and looked over too the man next to him, "I agree, now where are my friends, if anything happened to Ali you wont be walking out of here" the thread combined with his voice would make a point, he hoped. His yellow eye's pointed at the man, his hand beneath the bar with open palm to the guy, one wrong move and he couldn't walk, move, or do anything.
IC: The man chuckled slightly and Mandain’s threat. “If that happens then neither will you friend,” he replied and nodded to a man behind Mandain. If he looked he see what looked like an ordinary man drinking coffee, but the man would carefully reveal the gun he was pointing at the mutant.
The man by Mandain proceeded to point out two more men and a woman, all looking natural, but all with weapons trained on him. “If I had hostile intentions do you think I’d be casually talking to you here? Your friends are fine, and I can take you to them if you wish.”
The man made point to his thread, making the point that he wasn't alone. As Mandain looked around he saw a man drinking coffee revealing the weapon he was carring, and some others were too.
“If I had hostile intentions do you think I’d be casually talking to you here? Your friends are fine, and I can take you to them if you wish.”
"Only if you were foolish, what makes you think those bullets would do any harm?" Mandain was still holding his hand palm threateningly beneath the bar pointed to the man. "I'll cone with you, but on my conditions, you take lead and I follow you from some meters away with a hand pointed at you, in case you use a car, you drive with me next to you, and if I find out that she is hurt in any way, you and your boss or who ever you work for will be history" Mandain was angry, Horus could feel it, he loved it, he used it, all this building up, this pumping up, the adrenaline, if something would happen that Mandain couldn't handle, Horus would be ready. But for now he led Mandain do the smooth talking since his English wasn't so proper.
The man shook his head in a disappointed manner at Mandain’s reaction. “Mr Gandron, I don’t think you fully understand the situation here so I am going to explain it to you very carefully. You are in no position to make threats. The sooner you realise that the better off you’ll be.”
“We know all about your powers and Horus’s from the battles at the mansion and Sanctuary. You could probably deflect the bullets if you had time to erect a shield. However, you can’t stop the bomb strapped to the underside of your seat. Even if you somehow make it past that, you won’t get more than a block from here before you are taken down, one way or another.”
“So now let me tell you how it’s going to be. You are going to stop issuing threats and follow me. We are going to get into my car and drive to where Ali is. If you make a single threatening move along the way you will die. I am not bluffing.” He wasn’t. All the data on Mandain and Horus had been thoroughly analysed prior to this meeting. Hunter’s people had every angle covered. Mandain was in control up until he walked into the café. Now he wasn’t, and he’d have to accept that or die.
(OOC: Mandain, nice tough guy act, but I promise you that I have thought of everything you could possibly do. You will end up seriously injured at best if you try and threaten my people again. We haven’t overtly threatened you and have no intention of doing so, but they will not be bullied by you and you cannot dictate the terms. If you want to try and force it you can, but I promise you it will end badly for you.)
(Ooc: He was a bit fed up with all the stuff that's happened the day, so he is a bit in a bad mood with stuff, and then he hears about the girl he likes and stuff like that, but no worries he won't make any stupid moves )
Mandain was overwhelmed with what the man knew, his shield, his powers, his last name, who where these people. The only thing he didn't understand was what the man meant with Horus, at high school he had some history about an Egypt God called Horus, but what going on with that Mandain had no clew. Sitting on the chair had now became very uncomfortable knowing about the bomb sticking under it. He calmly retracted his arm and got a hold of his coffee again finishing it up. The man had clearly explained what would happen if he tried to make a run for it, that man was an expert, every detail was layed out, but all this for him? Why do they need him and why do they have Ali. Thoughts rushed threw his head but nothing could explain it.
"Well now, let's get moving then I presume, Madam check please" Mandain smiled over to the man and put his sunglasses back on, covering his eye's again. "One more thing, just a question, since you seem to know a lot about me, what in earth's name is that Horus you talked about" Mandain looked confusing to wards the man while he was paying his check. He already stood up and waited for this man to finish up.
(OOC: I figured as much, but the forewarning was a way for you to avoid getting Mandain unnecessarily. I’d rather not bring him in on a stretcher )
IC: The man rose leaving his coffee where it was. Hunter owned the place and so he didn’t bother paying. “If you don’t know about Horus I wont be able to explain until we reach our destination, but you have my assurance that it will be.”
The man extended his hand to Mandain. “My apologies for the hard line, I can imagine that you’ve had a rough few days. I just wanted to make sure that you didn’t do anything that would make it worse. The name’s Nigel Bank, and I assure you that Ali is safe and we have no hostile intentions towards you. Despite all our preparations we actually want to help you.”
Nigel led Mandain out of the store and pointed to a silver Chrysler across the street. “My car. It’s the quickest way there. You can ride shotgun or drive, the choice is yours. If you don’t have a car I can provide you with one.”
Followed by the man they went outside, he apologized for his actions and extended his hand, "The name’s Nigel Bank" Mandain accepted his hand, "Mandain Gandron, but you knew that already" The pointed to a silver Chrysler and offered him a ride, he even offered him is own ride. "Well a car is nice, but I only use motorcycles" Mandain smiled and took of his glasses again, "Been a while that I seen the sun without glasses on" The man made out to him that he was here to help, he didn't explain with what, nor did he explain Horus, he wanted to get to the location first, Mandain understood that, cause with human ears all listening around, being careful was one big issue here in this world.
Nigel took the comment about motorcycles to mean that he would take the car with him. He approached the vehicle and got in the driver’s side. Once Mandain joined him he started the engine and drove off towards Mondragon Labs.