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.
The streets of New York filled with the roar of a beastly engine as Riggs sped down the street. He had one thing on his mind as the buildings rushed past and in the distance he saw the court house he was looking for, revenge. It was the very courthouse where he was locked up for the peopels life he took at the concert he threw last year. The court neared as Riggs slammed on the breaks and the car began to slow down with great difficulty the car jumped up the curb and was halfway up the steps to the main entrace, people rushed around on the sidewalk and gather at the bottom to see what all the comotion was about. Riggs grabbed his guitar and strapped it to his back as he jumped over the side of the car and into the entrance of the building. Sevral guards made a grab for them as Riggs eyes went black and he clapped his hands sending them both into a wall. "Nice try," He mumbled as he burst through the doors to the court room, it was filled with people obviously in the middle of a hearing, on one side there was a middle aged woman in tears and the other an elderly man. Riggs ignored them and walked halfway up the rows of seats when he stopped and pointed at the man on the bench, the judge. "Your turn to be judged human!" He yelled.
Nigel Banks had been sitting near the back of the court room observing Judge McClain. As a key member of the Church of Humanity he was under monitor from Hunter’s people. All the high ups in the Church were being watched, so Hunter would have as much information as possible when he made his move.
The judge turned out to be an interesting man. He enjoyed the power his position gave him and flaunted it. That was a large weakness on his part, and one that was easy to exploit. He had just made a woman cry through a punishing verbal triad. It was clear that the man was little more than a bully.
The procedures suddenly got a lot more interesting as a man burst into the room. He was dressed like a rocker and carrying a guitar. The man seemed intent on interrupting the procedure and doing something to the judge. Nigel had been using the glasses he was wearing to record the event from a tiny camera in the centre of the frame. He quickly swept the room so the number and location of guards could be registered before all hell broke lose.
Riggs swung his guitar around so that it was in front of him, ready to be played. He looked over to the balilf, "Try it human, and i promise you will be in pain." Then he fixed his eyes upon the judge. "You ruined my life and my career over an accident, i want revenge and i'm going to get it, even if i have to tear apart this city with my bare hands." He held out his hands. "You should have thought before you messed with someone too much for you to handle human."
Riggs' face twisted into a wicked smile. "Oh you got me all wrong Judgy, i got all new lyrics. And you should think about who your in the presents of before you go flapping your lips." He grabbed the neck of the guitar pinching down a few key cords and began strumming the gutar with force. The room filled with his notes and the balilf was hit with a shockwave sending him flying into the wall and the benches and tables out of the way, a few people in the crowd grabbed there ears as the music became more intense and Riggs' eyes grew as black as night.
Riggs continued to play, the very foundation of the court house began to shake the majority of the atendance slipped out of conciousness, he was focusig mainly on them making sure that the judge was left untouched. Riggs sudenly stopped playing and flipped the guitar to his back and climped p the shattered reamains of the table and onto the bench inches away from the judge. "And i don't blame my genes human, but if i were you." He shoved the judge into the wall behind him. "I would blame mine."
Riggs got hit with the chair in the side and was thrown off balance and he grabbed on to the side of the bench throwing up his hand to block the punch. "Stupid human," He muttered, "You don't seem to get the fact that you will never amount to anything." Riggs claaped his hands sending the old man to the ground and he pressed his foot up against his chest pressing down. "I will not kill you old man, you will be an example, to anyone who tries to ruin me again." He stompted his foot on the old mans leg a sickening crush was heard as the bone broke. "Let that remind you of me for the rest of your life, which i highly doubt will be long." Riggs heard sirens in the distance and decided it was time for his exit. He hurdled over the bench and onto the floor, rushing out the front door and jumping into his roadster. Riggs fired up the engine using the roar to knock down the people who could be witnesses. He launched forward away from the sirens, rounding the corner just as the cruisers came into veiw, he had jjust made it out of there sight. He stopped the car a few blocks down he broke a few street lights with the roar of the engine so the car couldn't be seen. He killed the engine and ducked down low in the seat, just in case.
Nigel had been there to witness it all. The man was clearly a mutant, and had a most impressive power. However, he had not killed the judge, merely wounded him before escaping. Now was a perfect opportunity, one not to be squandered. His ears were still ringing, and so was everyone else save the judge.
Not wasting time he move towards the judge, glancing about to see if anyone was watching him or hearing the judges cries. They weren’t. Reaching the judge Nigel pushed him down to the floor and delivered a swift blow to the man’s temple, rendering him unconscious.
As his ears were clearing he turned back to the few who were still in the court room. “He’s hurt, and unconscious,” he told them, “Quick, go get an ambulance.” The people hurried from the room, glad of an excuse to leave. When they were gone Nigel put on a pair of black leather gloves and set to work. Delivering a long series of blows to the chest he proceeded to shatter the judge’s ribcage and puncture his organs with the bone fragments, just like a shock wave would.
The police would be more than happy to blame the mutant, and once the ambulance arrived to take charge he could go and track him down and bring him in. It was clear that the man had a lot of anger, so Nigel would offer him a method of release.
Riggs worked up the nerve to start his car and sit up, he quickly drove through New York until he found a nice dark alley way to drive his hot rod into, he did so and parked it on the other side of a large dumpster. Riggs stood on the seat to look over the dumpster and see a cop car pass the end of the alley way. He needed to stay low until he decided his next move, figuring he should get out of town for a little while. Riggs laid back in the seat laying his head against his guitar and slipping into sleep.
Riggs woke up to much brighter alley way, he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He looked out at the street and saw the usual New York mob of people walking down the street to god knows where. He popped open the door to car and hopped out. He grabbed his guitar and zipped it up in it's leather carrying case. Slinging this over his shoulder he submergered from the alley leaving the Dread Mister in the alley out of site and out of mind. Riggs merged in with the crowd looking for a place to deminish his growing hunger. He saw a dinner amoung the towering buildings the words 'Bite to Eat diner' across the top in an unlite neon sign across the top. Riggs ran across the street weaving in between the normal morning comute of New York. A couple of cars honked at him giving him a rude hand gesture, Riggs just returned the favor paying them minimal attention.Reaching the other side of the street Riggs walked straight into the diner and sat on a stool bar, a pretty waitress walked up to him, "What can i get you?" She asked giving him a small smile. "Coffee and some pancakes, throw some sausages on there too please." The waitress wrote down the order as he spoke then smiled at him again, "Sure thing it'll be right up." She then turned and disapered into the kitchen.
Nigel came and took a seat next to Riggs. Just ordering a coffee he took a sip of it before commenting, without turning to face Riggs, “You’re a brave men. There are very few people who’d show their face after a performance like last nights, especially with the current crowd.”
He took another sip and waited for a response. Like when he met Mandain he had prepared the place, and knew that he was completely safe. Should the hot headed ex-rock star try anything he’d be in for a rude surprise.
Riggs was in mid sip when the man next to him spoke, he froze unaware that any had actually been through it had been able to get up the next day. He slowly glanced around looking for something that he could use to make noise if the man was hostile, but he wanted to know exactly how much the man had seen before he made a scene in such a public place at this hour of the day.
"Well it's a surprise that someone made it out uninjured," Riggs said placing down his coffee and glancing around. "Look... i don't know what it is you want but i have no problem tearing this place down if you try anything, you think i care about any of these people. I'd just as soon kill them all as i would blink."
“Now now Mr Riggs,” said Nigel with a small smile, “No need for the hostile attitude. Believe me, if I wanted to harm either you or your daughter I already would have. No what I wish to offer you is protection for you and your daughter and a chance to strike out against this latest law.”
Out of the corner of his eye and out of Riggs’s field of vision Nigel saw two men secretly train their weapons on the mutant. The obvious aggression showed last night was a sign of mental instability and while there had been no direct threat to either him or his daughter, there was no grantee that his reaction would be non violent.
Riggs turned his head to the man at the mention of a daughter, "My daugh... i don't have a daughter, so maybe your informants are wrong. Though a chance to strike against this law i would like." He had no idea what this man was talking about, he didn't have a daughter, even though he had spent some time in many a womens bed in his prime days as a rock star.
Although the idea of having a daughter in this hostile days terrified him.
“Now that is where you are mistaken Mr Riggs,” said Nigel with a knowing smile. Reaching into his jacket he pulled out a photo of the girl and passed it to Riggs. “Her mother was one Sarah Chronan. She passed away recently leaving the daughter in your care. You would have been introduced to the girl had you not broken out of prison prematurely.”
“Currently she is in an orphanage, but has displayed some mutant abilities. If discovered by the government she will be processed and shipped off to the camps.” Nigel didn’t feel the need to press the point further. He waited for Riggs to respond.
Riggs' stared forward soaking in the information given to him by the man, he had a daughter, he would have never imagined it in a thousand years. Then he heard of the girl being shipped to the camps. "Please sir," He said his normally violent and rebellious nature subdued by the fact there was a life in this world he was responsible for besides his own, "Is there any chance that we can get her before they send her to the camps? I would do anything." He shocked himself for the sudden caring of another living being. He remembered Sarah, vaguely he was a girl that had once been special to him when he was on tour, but he left without saying good bye or even thinking of the re precautions or even the other persons feelings. He never did, that was the way he was raised and the way he lived day to day.
“Not to worry,” Nigel assured him, “People are already on their way to her with all the paperwork required to get the girl released into your custody. She’ll meet you at the resistance headquarters. We have another young mutant girl there, so she wont be without the company of children, and she’ll be far safer there than anywhere else.”
A police car drove past, but as it did so several customers got up to leave, obscuring Riggs from view. “It’s not safe for you out here. If we’re going to go, it has to be soon.”