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.
Allison was dimly aware in the back of her mind that she ought to be, or at least was expected to be, afraid in situations like these. She was at least demonstrating most of the symptoms; squirming and twisting to get away despite, when she stopped long enough to think, knowing it was quite thoroughly pointless, probably unable to see even if her head hadn't been covered, and throat too tense to speak. Behind the cover, though, her mouth was twisted into a quite furious snarl, and eyes glaring at nothing she could see with equal ferocity. If looks could kill... well, if my looks could. That had been among Allison's rather extended list of 'powers I wish I had instead of mine' for quite a while, but was moving very quickly up the list. Along with 'extendable razor claws,' 'the ability to become insubstantial,' and 'anything that would let me kill these idiots!'
Then--well, Allison didn't know what happened--Going to kill these idiots! And kill the bag, too!--but she was thrown around several times in succession, into something with about the softness of a human--she made sure to attempt stabbing her elbow into that--then something hard and presumably not human--you never knew, though, so she aimed her elbow at that, too, and immediately realized it wasn't the best idea, though she was too furious to regret it yet--and then up, in a much less painful manner, until her stomach was over what she guessed was someone shoulder--and oh, hey, there's a bruise there, ow--which left her head hanging presumably down someone's back.
Not good. Definitely not good.
Allison's attempts had hanging upside down may have extended the time she could stay conscious with blood rushing to her head, if only slightly and by force of willpower, but it had not yet granted her any added coherence. And she had never done well with that; her logic became almost immediately skewed, and an extended time upside down left her thinking and reacting slowly. Almost as if she'd been drugged, really. It hadn't mattered yet, as she'd never spent much time upside down except to test and try to improve her reaction to it, but it seemed about to.
Well. She wasn't totally upside down, only kind of mostly folded in half. That would help a lot, even if she could already feel the blood rushing to her head. And she didn't need to do anything immediately, fortunately enough. So plan ahead; what could she do to set up for... whatever was going to happen. Knowing that would be helpful. She didn't; deal with it, work around it. Allison's mind shifted quite smoothly from incoherent fury to near-ice calculation as some of the fear she ought to have been feeling all along tempered her rage at the situation, and she stopped struggling as she thought.
She didn't know what they wanted. Presumably it wasn't them that wanted her, precisely; organizers of such things tended not to do what they organized themselves, at least not when there were people around to see. So a medium to large group of people, then, who wanted something from her that most likely didn't involve her dying, as they could have just killed her already if they wanted that--want those useful mutations! Why can't I do anything useful?--which was good; she'd have some room to push and figure things out that way.
Needed a way to push, though; normally when manipulating people she just looked cute, acted innocent and led them to think of doing what she wanted as a favor they thought of themselves. Probably wouldn't work now; she doubted whoever this group was wanted to do her any favors even if she somehow did manage to look cute and innocent. The obvious option, then, was to scare them; fear made people do things they wouldn't otherwise, even if the fear was logically impossible. She couldn't do anything to actually hurt them. (Hate. My. Mutation.) So she'd have to scare them in some way that wasn't easily tested; something vague enough for them not to quite realize it consciously. Just be creepy in general, then. Well, all those little rips and scratches she'd acquired in the run earlier (what, five minutes ago?) could be useful there. And beyond that, she... couldn't do much. Couldn't move, couldn't get her inks to dye her clothes even, or color her skin something odd.
Well, she had a little ink, even if she was already wearing it. All black, but black was a creepy color anyway. Not enough, though; the patterns she already had were about as creepy as she could do with the ink on her skin, and really was probably more reminiscent of band makeup than creepy. So dye something else. Black hair wasn't scary and she didn't have that much ink anyway. Which left eyes.
Well. That was a problem. Creeping out the people kidnapping her might be a good goal, but she wasn't willing to go blind for it. If she could just find a way around that....
Well. You didn't really use all of your eyes to see, did you? A black pupil wouldn't even be noticed, a black iris wouldn't be too unusual. Making the whites of her eyes black would be noticeable.... And painful, but that would hopefully keep her from getting the ink into the iris, since she wasn't going to be able to see what she did.
Allison went ever so slightly more limp as she focused, pulling tiny lines of ink from the edges of the patterns by her eyes, and moving it into the whites of her eyes as quickly as she dared. Which wasn't very fast, but she didn't have a lot of area to cover, anyway; four minutes should be enough for her to cover most of her eye, at least, though maybe leave a white ring around the iris.
Probably better that way. She really didn't want to go blind.
Vlad carried the bag because he was bigger not because he was faster, his two thick legs were made for kicking down doors not running as fast as he could, that said they were good solid legs....until they met a Pink hammer of pure energy...the pair was incomplete he know had one good leg....the other well, it might be remembered as a leg some day. Now. Now it was a mess.
Nikolai screamed a word in russian that couldn't be misconstrued as anything but fear, whatever the actual word was, the mobster who had interrogated people in ways that couldn't be shown on tv. screamed like a little kid watching horror movies they shouldn't have. Nikolai ran as fast as his legs could carry them he had to if he wanted to keep them.
Vlad moaned and twitched on the ground. the black sack left to the cement beside him...it was funny how your blood ran out on you as soon as one of your legs went away.
Aura felt the lack of Resistance As her Aura struck bone and Aura won. As the bag fell Aura knew she could not catch it or risk cutting it open without cutting the one inside. Letting the Bag drop, her focus turned on the man who was running, she had a feeling the big Russian would never walk again. Rushing for the other Human, Aura's angry run was more then a match to outpaced a panicked man. Aura flashed a smile as she came into range and Nikolai looked back in horror.
What Aura proceeded to do the Russian next, would give whatever investigation unit came upon the man, the nightmares and nausea. Aura was angry and She wanted to send a message to any human who dared lay their filthy fingers upon a mutant. To call Aura's attack barbaric, or horrific would likely have been to kind. Fade to red.
Akunk trotted up the man whose leg Aura broke, the man swatted at Solkat not looking at what the creature was. By the time hsi eyes looked again and he was about to swat the creature for the third time did he look from his knee and caught the skunk's spray directly in his face.
Aura meanwhile made her way Back and sniffed the air. Her eyes watered and she was unsure what the smell could possibly be. Either Way she watched the Russian try and get away, with the last of her rage, she brought a Sword blade down and ended the man's life. Approaching the beg, if needed Aura would cut the draw string that held it tight, to try and help Allison out of the sack. "Well my pretty friend, we should really get out of here" she said looking back at the path of destruction and at the sirens of the lazy police officers.
Falling onto what Allison assumed was the floor of another truck was distracting, but only enough to jar her control of the ink and delay the movement of a bit of ink slightly, and not enough to make her stop focusing on it. The pain in her head and arm was also, dimly noted, but shoved neatly aside to go back to turning her eyes black.
A few minutes later Allison finished coloring her eyes as well as she could, and spent a few seconds relaxing before noticing there wasn't the feel of a moving car below her or anything holding her, and sitting up quickly enough to provoke pain in her side, and bring the pain from her head and arm surging back. They were, again, shoved aside as Allison noticed no reaction to her sudden movement, and fought her way out of the bag, though she did refrain from using the arm that hurt.
A moment later found her blinking and crawling out of the bag onto an empty... well, empty except for what were possibly corpses... sidewalk, and promptly sitting down to stare around and let her mind try to figure out what had happened.
She jumped at Aura's comment, and nearly tried to run before recognizing the woman as the one who'd helped her earlier, and probably had just saved her again. A part of her mind was having a temper tantrum about needing to be saved at all, much less twice in ten minutes, but she ignored it and focused on standing up, moving cautiously as she made sure she wasn't too injured. She was a bit dizzy, but that was probably adrenaline as much as anything else, and her eyes burned, but that was definitely from the ink. She blinked at Aura, finally noticing the police sirens in the background, and that, hey, the woman looked younger than her. "Yeah... that'd probably be good. And, thanks for the help. Again. My luck normally isn't this... catastrophic."
"Don't worry about it she said even as she waived Allsion to move. They really did not have time to spare. Scooping up a four legged animal off the ground, she made her way into an ally. "Part of what i do is help mutants in need" though part of her mind admitted that Allison had indeed been more trouble then most normally were, not that Aura minded. Her rage spent Aura found herself in a very relaxed mood.
"Your luck is fine Lilly, after all your luck also made sure i was close, to keep you from getting to hurt" she said, noting to herself the sirens had gotten quite a bit louder. "so what is it you can do?" she asked curiously, the police were coming sure, but she ahd made sure they had plenty to cover, including a few angry homicides. SHe wnated to make small talk however as she knew the average person would probably be shaken.
Touching her shoulder she winced, it still hurt bad, from the van door. SHe had a feeling their was a reason these people wanted her. The attack had been well organized, and she did not think this was random. Had she not been there, she had little doubt they would have exploited her or killed her. "Humans can be such vermin sometimes" she said shaking her head a bit. As far as she could tell whoever those strange people were they had looked human and had used no powers.
"Evens out, then, I guess. I'd still rather it was just good, though," Allison said, focusing more on moving her hurt arm. It didn't seem to be broken, at least, and still worked, which was good, even if it did scream at her every time she moved it. Or breathed, or her heart beat. She wasn't quite sure of the last one, but it seemed likely. Probably something she'd need to get looked at and fixed, then. Allison really hated the hospital.
Or being injured in general, really.
Allison let her arm drop back to her side as she followed Aura. "I control ink. Within a very limited space and amount. I'd probably appreciate it more if I was any good at art."
Allison wasn't particularly shaken--yet, anyway; she probably would be once some of the adrenaline wore off--but she was starting to feel tired. It was late, she'd run for quite a while before meeting Aura, and then been (briefly) kidnapped. (She kind of hated that word. She wasn't a kid. Why couldn't there be a word that meant kidnapped, but didn't include 'kid'?) The hit to her head probably wasn't helping, though she didn't quite remember to add it to her mental equation. "Human nature. Might be scum, might be saints, might change from one second to the next." Allison never had quite gotten around to thinking of mutants as anything other than human. A quite distinct group within human, but human too.
"I'm not sure anyone has that kind of luck" she said with a shrug. She knew she was not and most people she had met had terrible pasts. She looked around as she came to the end of an alley and waived Allsion forward when it was clear. Already the sirens seemed distant and Aura groaned that she was going to be implicated for this, their had been a number of witnesses afterall but it had been to save a mutant which she felt justified it.
Ink manipulation? Even to Aura the situation slammed into place. A woman like that could alter a contract or a check with a touch. Still Allsion looked tired and Aura knew she did not have much fight in her herself. Moving down the street Sanctuary soon came into veiw in the distance. She was glas for it's sight. "Almost home" she said as she kept pace.
"We disagree there then, however it is late and rest might be good" she said unwilling to argue with someone who had just been kidnapped and attacked by two totally diffrent groups. Aura looked at human being like hunters did deer and had no ill feelings over killing the humans earlier then she might have eating steak.
"If you ever need help, Lilly, im usually around she said with a friendly smile, as the golden doors came into view before them. Aura had grown to love these twin golden doors.
Allison was too focused on walking to notice Aura's response to her mutation. She was becoming steadily dizzier, and possibly a bit more tired, as the adrenaline wore off. And beginning to shake, which was annoying enough normally but was distinctly painful now. She curled up a bit, staring at the ground while her uninjured hand held the other arm, trying to suppress the pain some. Or just the shaking. It wasn't working very well.
She blinked, looking up when Aura spoke again, and took a moment to be able to recognize where she was. "Oh. Yeah, it would be." Rest definitely sounded good. Allison went back to staring at the ground, not seeing it but not feeling like holding her head up. Staying on her feet was hard enough to convince herself to do.
Allison's feelings for the doors of Sanctuary were normally fairly neutral, but at that moment were much closer to Aura's. She didn't particularly care about Sanctuary, really, but anywhere that would let her stop walking and go to sleep was by that point accompanied by a chorus of angels.
The chorus of angels were immediately kicked out of Allison's imagination. They'd been no help whatsoever when she needed them. Aura had, and apparently, was willing to continue to be. "Mm. Thanks, I... hope not to need it, but I probably will."
"Maybe i should stick around more then" Aura said with a laugh. She made a pretty good guard after all. Either way Aura would guide her friend up the steps. As they made their way through the doors, Aura decided they both likely needed to see some of the Medical staff. She knew the way quite well. Still at least they were relatively safe here, though their had to be witnesses identifying her as being there. This was secondary though to the real issue. Once they arrived in the Medical area, the staff would start to take care of them, none surprised to see aura there again.
Aura waived to one of the nurses with a nod of her head. SHe knew most of the staff here. Aura looked around and saw Solkat sneak out of the room, off to sleep she had no doubt. For her part Aura knew her wounds were nothing serious. Her Aura had protected her from most of the strain. Still she closed her eyes on the medicle bed and fell quickly to sleep right there. She could have made her bed, but she sleapt here just as often anyway.