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.
IC: He wasn't sure if he had been rendered unconscious and was slowly come to or if this 'phasing' sensation was just part of time travel. The last he knew he had been sitting at a restaurant, then tumbling through the air, and now he was lieing on... straw?
Slowly lifting his head, Paul took in his surrounding. He was in a rough looking wooden structure that probably was used as some sort of barn. The ground was covered with straw though thankfully the stall or pen than he had landed in was empty. "Lumen?" He called softly as he clambered up to his feet and exited out into the main section of the building. There didn't seem to be any animals currently in the building but the straw was fresh enough to show that the building was currently in use. "I didn't know you grew up near farms Lumen... you in here?" His voice increased its volume ever so slightly but still there was no response. He was beginning to get confused so he walked over to a nearby door and opened it just enough to look out.
"This... isn't right." The words were spoken softly even as his eyes widened in disbelief. Unless they had arrived in the midst of a Medieval Fair, they had been transported much to far into the past. The mode of dress appeared to even predate the Renaissance era which meant that they were actually before his time. The people moving along the nearby path appeared to be busy for the moment but it didn't take a genius to know that Paul would stick out like a sore thumb in his modern clothing. "Sebastian might know how to act but this is a little before my time... what do I do now?"
***
Over the course of the next hour or so Paul managed to move through the shadows and collect some clothing from washing lines. It reminded him of how he was always forced to procure clothing after his rebirths but this was strange. This time it had been necessary to be slightly more choosy. Since he had wanted to blend in but at the same time maintain a degree of separation from the people he had been forced to look for a particular type of clothing. The basic white tunic he had picked up almost immediately with a woven cloth belt tied around the waist. He had then walked through the country side around this town until he found a small monastery. Thankfully Paul wasn't the slightest bit religious so he didn't feel at all guilty about swiping the cloak type garment worn by monks of the time period. With the scapula over his tunic and the cowl pulled up to shield his face the transformation was complete. A stolen kitchen knife was tucked into the cloth belt at his back so that it was hidden by his outer garment but still easily accessible in a pinch.
Mounting the path and moving back toward the town, Paul's disguise was soon put to the test. In front of a small flock of sheep walked the farmer or herder that was obviously leading them somewhere. Upon seeing Paul he moved to the far side of the path, bowing his head ever so slightly though he never ceased his walking. It was just was Paul had been hoping for. The people respected monks enough to give them their space but didn't feel the need to show the sort of obeisance they might give a knight or some sort of royalty.
Once he was away from people once again, Paul fastened his eyes on the town and the modest castle that was built right next to it. For some reason something down on the inside was telling him that this was where he needed to be. He didn't know where he would find Lumen or Jack but he knew that the town and possibly even the castle held the key to this little trip. Now if they could all just survive the trip they might even end up with a story to tell.
The sun was shining down brightly at the 'Monk' walked pasted the outlying building of the village. This of course meant that underneath the layers of clothing he was wearing, Paul was sweating profusely. Already he could feel the fabric of his tunic beginning to cling to his chest and the small of his back. Already he was remembering just how much he enjoyed living in a world where air conditioners were common place. He didn't mind working up a good sweat while out running but to be literally dripping while moving at a steady walk was just miserable. "First thing I'm doing when I get back is turn down the temp in the apartment by a few more degrees. Then I'm gonna drink a gallon of ice cold lemonade or tea or something." He was griping to himself under his breath simply so he could hear a familiar voice. In the distance he could hear voices intermingled with laughter but none of them were familiar. "I should have spent more time reading about history. I'll have to correct that mistake when we get home."
Other than the occasional child or stray dog running in the distance, Paul had yet to see any of the villagers but from what he was hearing it was obvious he was getting closer to where they were gathered. Perhaps it was the town square or maybe even a small market place. Whatever it might be, it was his best bet for getting information about any strange visitors that had recently arrived and he was willing to bet that a white/blond glowing woman would fit in that 'odd' category.
Pausing in the shadows of a building, Paul took a few moments to scope the environment out. There were small stalls at seemingly random location through this area with various merchants trying to make a sale. There were also two... no three wagons with what he assumed must be traveling peddlers also calling out their wares. Various townspeople, mainly female, were wandering around the area looking at the wares and haggling with the merchants. Several military looking men either stood off to the side or prowled down the streets, apparently doing their best to keep everything orderly. They were armed with spears and held them with the easy grip of men that knew what they were doing. There were only three or four of these guards they looked capable enough to handle most anything that might arise.
"Friar." A rough voice gave its greeting as a guard that Paul had not seen came from behind and walked past him into the market. "I was wondering what I would be called..." He mused before slowly walked out into the market. More and more he was wishing that he had paid more attention to his history. There was no way he could remember what the difference between a Friar and a regular Monk might be so he would have to wing it as best he could.
"Friar." A woman's voice was soft as she approached him and reach out to take his hand, pressing two coins into it, "It issna much but it will help the Church. Remember my daughter in yah prayers."
Bowing his head, Paul murmured a brief, "Bless you Daughter," and then turned to move on his way. Paul didn't have a pouch of any sort so he was forced to hold the coins in one hand, concealed in the sleeve of his tunic. Apparently, Friars were responsible for receiving funds. "This could be useful..."
Religion was apparently a big part of people's lives during this time period and soon Paul found himself forced to purchase a leather pouched the his belt could thread through. While he quickly realized that none of the coins by themselves were extremely valuable, they did add up to a decent amount. As long as no one realized that he wasn't what they thought he was then everything would keep flowing smooth.
Thus far, other than gathering a few coins, he hadn't heard anything of interest. There was talk about how dry the weather had been over the last few weeks, a cow had given birth to twins, and one of the villagers had just recovered from some sort of sickness because of the Abbot's prayers, or so they said. There hadn't been a single mention of strangers coming to town. Paul was beginning to feel like this might be a fruitless search when he happened to walk over to the town well just as a couple of soldiers began talking. While he was drinking a ladle of water the other men were talking under their breath about the mysterious woman that had mysteriously appeared in their castle... a woman that shone like a signal fire.
"Lumen!" The thought sprang unbidden to Paul's mind as he did his best not to splutter into the water he was enjoying... well perhaps enjoying was to harsh a word. The water had a slightly muddy flavor to it but it was better than nothing. "What I wouldn't give for a glass of ice water or better yet, iced tea or soda."
Turning away from the well, Paul wandered through the town with his mind racing. How was he going to get into the castle? How was he going to help Lumen? He was almost to distracted to hear a voice suddenly call after him. Almost.
"Friar! Wait!" The suspicion in the soldier's voice was obvious and Paul's mind immediately began racing. What sort of medieval decorum had he missed?
"My son?" Paul queried as he turned back around to face the approaching soldier. The man didn't have his sword drawn or spear pointed at him just yet though his grip on the weapons did seem to have tightened slightly.
"What happened to your shoes Friar?" The soldier asked as he nodded down toward Paul's feet, "I can't believe the Abbot would send you out unshod."
Shoes? He was being stopped because of shoes? Were things really that strict and regimented in this time period?
"My sandals have trodden much ground and been with me for many years." Paul replied slowly, doing his best to think back to the sort of language he had read over the years. Whether it was actually correct for this period was debatable but if it was at least close then maybe he had a chance. "We had no more that fit my feet at the Abbey so I was sent to the market to acquire what was needed."
The suspicion in the man's eyes seemed to be lessening though he was obviously still curious about the situation. "Have you been at the Abbey very long Friar? I don't recall seeing you in the market place before?"
"I have just gone through a cleansing period... a year of silence and solitude. A time of reflection is necessary to draw closer to our Lord." It had been quite some time since Paul had needed to lie quite this much. If there really were a god somewhere, he was probably getting ready to fry Paul with a lightning bolt from the sky but that was something to be worried about at a later time.
The soldier nodded and began to turn back toward the other soldiers near the well. "Bless you in your duties." Paul offered before he also turned and went back along his way. It was all he could do to keep from uttering an audible sigh of relief.
***
Less than an hour later, Paul had on a new pair of sandals to complete his disguise. Hopefully with that one added accessory he could keep from arousing any more suspicion while he tried to come up with some sort of idea for getting to Lumen and helping her escape. What he needed to do was find a secluded place to hide and think and maybe pick up some food and drink to snack on while he tried to come up with a plan.
