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.
[OOC] hey Circe, nice to see you here, sorry i have not been posting, i wanted to wait for you and Seth/CyberDoc but it seems Seth has been busy recently (i haven't seen him around either). thanks for posting, what do you think about the dead end i.e. any ideas what it can be? PM me if you hit a brainwave, would be fun hope seth gets back on soon
Frozen hands at the wheel suddenly tinged hot with searing pain as something sharp zapped by. 'Duck!' she flapped her arm back hoping to hit one of her passengers heads. Ahead the wall of clinking robots closed in rapidly on them. Together as one, glinting under the New York-ian sun, they raised their arms.
Sweat flowed freely, down the nape of her neck, soaking through her shirt. 'Hold tight.' She put her hand on the accelerator, lowered her head and plunged into the robot wall.
The car stuck. She could feel one reach out a mechanical arm under her throat, clinking rapidly, almost like it was laughing hysterically. Her head turned to ice. 'Get out of the car!' She herself was glued to the seat.
The clinking grew louder, more high-pitched. It went well with rhythm. Rhythm! She turned back against her instincts, jerked the car back the moment the robots were distracted by the youngster and his rock. She had no time to shake her head over his stupidity of announcing himself. Adrenaline coursed through her body. She herself was shaking.
Moments passed in front of her eyes rapidly, almost like a movie on fast forward. She was unable to move, to do something. For a moment, her brain didn't react to the situation. But as the moment passed, her body acted as being driven by some wild instinct. Her hand reached for the door. She didn't bother to open. Back in the Undergorund, she practiced on every kind of car. The matter bended at her will, allowing her to get out of the car. As she got out and looked for a way to help Carrie, a shadow lurked behind her. Turning around, she realized that the robot she had trapped earlier probably had some hard feelings towards her. She began to step backwards, as the robot's arm extended menacingly at her. She didn't realize that she was driven away from the others.
((OOC: Sorry for being gone! I was in kinda bad shape for awhile, but I'm back)) Seth couldn't register all that was going on. So much was happening, so fast, a blur of movement while his body for the first time in awhile had been paralyzed by a mixture of fear and anxiety. Seth had dealt with demons, spiritual critters, evil people and good people...but all could be stopped....this one thing, this abomination of technology....appeared to be invincible. Seth for the first time since he watched his parents were being burned at the stake was scared.
As he watched Alex bail out and distract, the more noble and chivalrous side of him wanted to chase and save her...but the cold hard reality was he could do nothing against that robot. He was useless. And his Code was Useless. So Seth, in a severely out of character and cowardly move....sat up in the backseat, opened the car door.........and sprinted into the shadows at full speed.
Alexandra found herself now back to the busy streets of New York, the robot still walking towards her, its eyes scanning her. Her eyes checked the surroundings. Somewhere behind the robot were their friends. It was pretty clear that she couldn't go that way. Her eyes fell on the lamp post. She backed off untill she reached it. Touching it, she concentrated. Her eyes slowly changed their color to blue. The metal bended as if it was plastic under her powers. She closed her eyes tightly. What she called the 'sixth sense' her molecular sense, activated. She dirrected the bar to bend around the robot, trapping it just like a snake. Falling down to her knees, exhausted, she used all her energy to trick the robot once more, trapping it into the ground while his arms were imobilized by the bar. Her vision was beggining to blacken, but she pushed her hand into the concrete. "Aaargh!" she yelled throwing her head on the back. The concrete moved. It didn't crack, just moved as if it was water and it was acting like moving sands. When she took her hand from the ground, the robot was in the concrete down to his knees and a metal bar was bended tightly around him. With dificulty, Alexandra rose from the ground. Her vision was foggy. She began to walk, not knowing exactly where she would go. She knew that if she went back to the two remaining robots, they would capture her. And that was her worst fear. She felt like Mietzl and Seth could handle it. Humans were looking strangely at her. Those who had seen the display not long ago, were watching her from a safe distance. They were afraid. She got into a dark alley to get rid of the unwanted looks. The last thing she needed now was someone calling the police. She stopped and stood against a wall. She felt like she was about to faint. She had overused her powers. She checked her pocket for her wallet. "Damn!" she said in low voice as she realized that sometime during the battle she had lost it. "Great. What am I going to do now?" she asked herself, as she checked her other pockets hoping to be wrong. She wasn't. But she did found something... At first she didn't know what it was but as soon as the dim light of the street hit the piece of paper, she clearly red : NIGEL BANKS. She pulled out her cell phone, thanking God that she didn't lost that one too and dialed the number. As soon as he answered, she didn't leave him the oportunity to say something. "Hi, Mr. Banks. I've decided, I'm going to accept your offer."
Pushing buttons and jerking the joystick frantically made the car ram backwards. ‘Good thing that bumper thing is there,’ she muttered. A screech caught her attention, in time to see a robot wrapped in a, a lamppost? topple to the ground, and a figure running down an alleyway. Turning the other way, was a white coat flapping, hair waving into the chaotic blackness. ‘You fool, Mietzl, move!’ Tearing her eyes away, she spun the wheel onto sidewalk, and into a small tunnel. A fluttering yellow caught her eye in the rearview mirror. Something large, lacey, light and yellow. ‘Oh, terrific.’ The last thing I need is a canary nightgown attracting attention from the antenna.
Nigel had been monitoring the Stalker activity when he got Alexandra's call. Seem's she'd bitten off more than she could chew and was now looking for a way out. "I take it you'd like picking up?" he said plesently, "However, it'll take me a while to get there. Fortunatly for you your rightby a building you can hide from the Stalkers in."
"There should be a door along the alleyway on the right. Knock on it three times and you'll be asked 'Clerics gather in shadow'. Answer with 'The Kabal has a thousand eyes' and they'll let you in. Once inside explain that I'm on the way and you're hiding from Stalkers. We'll take care of the rest."
"I take it you'd like picking up?" Banks' voice answered. Alexandra breathed too tired to even answer his question. He'll figure it out since he was so informed about her whereabouts and all. "However, it'll take me a while to get there. Fortunatly for you your rightby a building you can hide from the Stalkers in.[/i]" Alexandra opened her eyes and looked for her escape. while listening the explanations of Nigel Banks. As soon as the call ended, she let the phone to fall from her hand. She wondered if she had the strength to get there before the 'Stalkers' could find her again. But the tought of being captured pumped in her unknown energy. Picking up her phone, she helped herself up and carefully checked her surroundings before entering the alley to her right, just as Banks said. She knocked three times and waited. "The clerics gather in shadow." the voice of a man on the other side said. "The Kabal has a thousand eyes." she replied. The blackness returned to her vision. She closed her eyes as her hand reached for the wall to find support. The door opened. She didn't open her eyes, feeling that if she would do it, she would faint. "Nigel Banks sent me." was the only thing she could say.
It was getting really late. The roads in the tunnel were deserted. Under the yellow beam of light, Carrie drove steadily, steadily away from the chaos, steadily away from Alex, away from Dr Garsha. She was making a break for her own neck again. The engine whirred quietly, and something jiggled. It seemed that somehow in the process of reckless driving a screw or bolt had come undone. A clicking joined into the noise. It made her skin crawl.
A clicking! She snapped her head up, banging it on the plastic headrest behind her. ‘Foolish idiot!’ she had let her guard down, and now she had to pay.
The cold metal shell of the robot shone as she turned up the headlights to see better. It loomed ahead in the exit like a tomb guard. And maybe she would die in here. She didn’t like the thought of that. No, the robot would have to fight to kill this mutant. It raised its arms and stepping forward, gave a high-pitched creak. If Carrie didn’t know better, she’d had thought it was laughter, laughter of something crazy. Her shoulders tensed. Her head throbbed, but pushed it aside, focusing all thought on the thing ahead. Without a pause, she rammed her foot on the accelerator. It had already starting shooting.
Shattered glass whizzed all around her, grazing her arms, her face, blood and all of a sudden, when she was about to hit - the robot, took a step back. Eyes wide in horror, she saw why. The concrete fence remained solid, and the Ferrari flipped violently over, landing in a field, bursting into flames. Carrie’s ears were ringing with the laugh of mirth as she fought to remain conscious.
Had Alexandra had her eyes open she would have seen a six foot five well muscled man before her. He took a brief moment to check the alley was empty before bundling her inside. It was clear she was exhausted, most likely from overusing her mutant power. "Mr Banks sent us another one," he called out.
From the shadows a much smaller figure emerged. "So she's why the Stalkers are all in a tizzy," said the woman, "Bring her in and put her in one of the beds. I'll check in on her in a few minutes to see how she's doing. Once you've got her settled go and check the security, the bots will be patrolling, and we'll need all the warning we can get if we need to make a run for it."
Nodding the man guided Alexandra towards a room deeper in the building. "This way love. The name's Lucas, I'm the security and muscle for this safe house. Anne over there's the brains," he said, nodding in the direction the woman had left.
Alexandra left herself to be pulled inside the building and supported by the man who had answered the door. "Mr Banks sent us another one." he called out. Alexandra slightly opened her eyes. She didn't see the man who was holding her, but managed to see the face of the woman that appeared from the darkness. "So she's why the Stalkers are all in a tizzy.[/i]" the woman said. "Bring her in and put her in one of the beds. I'll check in on her in a few minutes to see how she's doing. Once you've got her settled go and check the security, the bots will be patrolling, and we'll need all the warning we can get if we need to make a run for it.[/i]" she continued. Alexandra closed her eyes again. The man guided her to walk as he presented himself and the woman that had now left. "This way love. The name's Lucas, I'm the security and muscle for this safe house. Anne over there's the brains.[/i]" Alexandra nodded as she opened her eyes once more, this time to see Lucas. She figured it out why he said he was the muscle for the safe house. "I'm Alexandra." she said as she was being laid on what it seemed to be a comfortable bed. "Nice to meet you."
"Pleasure to meet you Alexandra," Lucas said with a smile, "Don't worry, the bots will never think to look for you here. Even if they do, I've got plenty of surprises and a quick exit all primed and ready. This is about as safe as a mutant can get in New York City."
"So, how did you meet Mr Banks?" Lucas was interested in how this girl had come into contact with the boss's right hand man. Nigel Bank's repution was well known, and from what Lucas had heard he was never interested in small fry.
Alexandra thought for a bit before answering Lucas question. It was still a mistery how Nigel Banks knew that she had arrived in New York, that her origins are not those written in her ID and that he knew exactly where she was. "Hmmm, mr. Banks found me." she finally said. She felt sleepy. She began to rapidly close and open her eyes to drift away the sleep but without success.