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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Eaen nodded after Deathstar's instructions, he had been to quite a few shows with mosh pits before, but he was always to nervous to get involved. He didn't want to end up with any broken bones. He took a deep breath and figured at the very least he'd be experiencing something new. However, that's when the waiter, who was neither graceful nor dainty, knocked Eaen over.
Eaen winced as he hit the ground, landing hard on his left arm. He slowly got to his knees, only to get kicked in the head by one of the patrons of the bar who was getting pretty into the music. Tears began to well up in his eyes, as he brought his right hand up to clutch his throbbing head. He tried to yell for Deathstar's help, but he merely laid there, curled up in a ball holding his head. He couldn't think straight at this point, his thoughts were jumbled, plus with the loud music, Miguel's drowned out voice, and the occasional kick there was no way Eaen was getting off the floor anytime soon.
<Eaen! Snap too!">
Eaen couldn't hear him though, he just remained curled up, nursing his battered head.
deathstar continued in her own world enjoying the music, it has been a long time since she partied with anybody, yea..like i thought you mutie punks aint nothin without your powers the waitor says to eaen while he is still on the ground..
frankie all of the sudden stops jumping and notice eaen's missing, he looks around the establishment looking for eaen. deathstar i think your buddy went home..i don't think he enjoyed himself.. frankie tells deathstar as he stops her from dancing.. eaen wouldn't just leave like that, how would he get home, the room became crowded for some reason, and to find anybody in here would be hopeless, where is he?.. looking around as if she lost a child or something.....
Eaen got lucky and didn't suffer any more kicks for a few minutes, and was starting to be able to think again. Of course his first thoughts revolved around the pain in his head, but Miguel eventually snapped him out of it.
<"God, it's about time you started focusing!">
Eaen didn't have it in him to even think a response, which is all he really needed to do, still not registering how he needed to get up off of the floor, and over to a table so he could recover. However, he did manage to hear the waiter's comment about him. He managed to ball up his fist and he continued to clench his teeth, he had already been doing it because of the pain.
<"Dude that guy's got some balls... Of all the things to not be drowned out by the music... He's going to wish it was.">
Eaen had no energy and was aggrivated by the waiter and his comments. All he knew at that moment was he was in pain and it was because of that damned overweight waiter. In his disoriented, weakened, and aggitated state, it was child's play for Miguel to gain control.
The floor around Eaen began to shimmer and sway, and the reality distortion around Eaen's body kicked in. Here enters Miguel. His hair stood on end, and he slowly rose off of the dancefloor until he was floating about a foot above the ground, still curled up in a ball. The corners of Eaen's mouth curled up and he instantly sprung out of the ball, arms spread wide, and all of the people who were moshing moments before were thrown off to all ends of the restaurant. Miguel smiled lightly and cracked his neck, still floating above the ground.
"Oh you fat son of a human..." Miguel said. "You're going to suffer under the hands of a mutant right about now. And hopefully you'll think twice before you mock us ever again."
Eaen's arm snapped up and the obese waiter flew over towards the possessed Eaen, hovering in the middle of the air about a foot in front of him. Miguel twirled Eaen's fingers and the waiter began to spin round and round before he finally left him upside down, staring at the floor. He smiled wickedly as he floated a steak knife over with his other hand.
"Oh one part I forgot..." Miguel said pointing the knife at the waiter's neck. "You won't actually GET the chance to mock us ever again. I just wanted you to think about it for a while."
He laughed as the waiter began to sob, large tears hitting the floor beneathe him as tables, chairs, and other items that weren't tied down began to circle around Eaen in the air. The knife looked like it was going to push in for a second before the teenage boy winced. It seemed like Eaen was starting to have a seizure, but in reality Eaen was starting to regain control.
Miguel snarled as he launched the knife over his shoulder, burying the entire blade into the wall. In a fit of rage the items in the restaurant began to circle faster and faster, the patrons of the place also begining to move wildly around the room, slaming into furniture and people alike. Eyeing one particularly large speaker, Miguel shot out one last sly smile with Eaen's mouth before shouting.
"You won't make me lose my fun Eaen... Not this time." The speaker raced towards the waiter, who still remained upside down in front of Eaen. The speaker slammed into him at fullspeed and knocked him full across the restaurant, through a window, and out into the busy streets of New York City.
However, the whirlwind around Miguel suddenly stopped and Eaen dropped to the floor a few seconds after everything, and everyone, else did. He lay there in the middle of the huge empty circle for a few minutes, before looking at the massive amounts of damage Miguel had done to the restaurant during his breif moments of control. Eaen had a cut on the side of his head from being kicked earlier, and as he stood up quickly to look for Deathstar, a drop of blood fell onto the floor.
"Deathstar?" He shouted out, hoping she hadn't been one of the people pinned under a table, piece of equpiment, or worse.
deathstar was slammed into the wall, when all of the sudden she turns to find eaen floating in the air.. what the hell?..FRANKIE!! she see frankie floating in the air, heading towards the window...she grabs him and holds tight, frankie is knocked out of concious, Eaen!!...Eaea!! she screams trying to get his attention , but it doesn't seem to work, she then see the same waitor that was rude to her earlier float towards eaen, she knew the waitor must have did something to eaen for him to react that way...
it seems the waitor angered him to the point that he is not only taking out the waitor, but the restaurant with it... Eaen!!..No!!.. she screams at eaen trying to get him to understand that if he kills him he's only going to make it harder for himself.... don't ne like me eaen, its not how we solve our problems now a little piece of sensitivity was escaping out deathstar body, showing eaen that she cared about him, deathstar scared herself showing emotions, he has awakened another side that died ages ago...
she saw speakers flying around the restaurant, and innocent people floating in the air, people are now scared screaming for help...deathstars grip on frankie was getting loose, she screams in agony hoping that she can hang on just a bit longer..when all sudden everything drops...deathstar gets up and walks towards eaen voice hoping that he's okay.. Eaen..next time you go on a rage ..just let me know kay!!.. she extends her hand for him, so she can help him up... what happened?...
Eaen let out a sign of relief when Deathstar came at him. He drew her into an embrace, even though he knew it would make her feel awkward. However, his moment of relaxation only lasted a second. He looked around at all of the injured people, and at the unconsious Frankie, propped up against a turned table. He looked at the ground, ashamed of what his body had done.
"It was Miguel." Eaen explained quietly. "The waiter came back and knocked me to the ground... after he did, I think I got kicked or something." He reached up and noticed the cut for the first time, blood dripping from his fingers as he brought them away from his head. "That's when Miguel gained control and went wild. I... couldn't stop him."
Eaen looked around at all of the people he had hurt and noticed the pounding in his head again for the first time. He lost his balance and reached a hand out to Deathstar to brace himself. A tear rolled down his cheek as he weakly said, "I'm sorry. I tried to stop him, but I... I'm sorry."
deathstar felt akward when eaen hugged her, she understood what he was going through, I think its time for us leave back to the mansion, the cops are going to be coming soon and...umm!..lets just go while we still have a chance ...she tells Eaen, while on the look out for police or any other protetive forces,...she lifts Eaen up to his feet, your okay right, ...at least aint nobody dead ..she turns and head for the door, stepping over injured bodies and and broken furnishings.....
frankie slowly but surely comes to his feet.. Frankie I'll see you around..stay cool she says to frankie as she exits out the building, don't worry Eaen, your gonna need more than that to get rid of me he says to Eaen trying to make bad situation funny.., deathstar steps outside the building and heads for the car...
Eaen nodded as Deathstar led him out of the restaurant, and luckily no one seemed to notice they were leaving. Following quickly behind Deathstar, Eaen remained quiet thinking about the people inside and wondering if he would ever be able to keep Miguel in check for good. At least Miguel was dorment now, it seemed like he need a rest after his outburst inside. For now, Eaen had peace and quiet inside his head.
Slowly getting into the passanger's seat of the car, Eaen buckled himself in, and looked absent-mindedly out the window. 'Listen...' he told himself, 'you can either mope around about this for the rest of your life... or realize things just happen sometimes. Things you can't control. Who knows... maybe it was destiny. Or maybe it was just that dumb waiter's fault. Plus, you didn't do it. It was Miguel, why freak out about what he did?'
He sighed, it didn't matter who he blamed, Miguel, the waiter, or destiny, it still didn't make him feel any better. He looked over towards the street and saw the waiter lying ontop of a small car, surrounded by pieces of broken glass. The speaker was on the sidewalk near the car, and the waiter seemed to have suffered quite a bit of damage from it. He had blood all over his face, and his arms were bent at strange angles.
Feeling like he was going to throw up, he just brought his knees up to his chest and waited for Deathstar to drive them back to the mansion before the cops shopped up, which should have been any minute now.
Deathstar sat in the the driver's seat, not buckled in, she looked over to Eaen and didn't say a word, she put the car in reverse and sped off into the middle of the street without any hesitation, she was going 170 mph, trying to get to the mansion, before anyone suspects anything,.. look!! no one has to know about this, whatever happened back there was an accident if anyone asks...okay!! .she sighed hoping she wouldn't have to relive her past....she made a quick and sharp turn..trying evade any possible thing linked to the cops...
Continuing to stare out the window, Eaen just nodded slowly, still gazing absent mindedly at the passing scenery. He was trying hard not to think of what had just happened, all he wanted to do was get home as soon as possible, so he could pretend nothing had ever occured. Of course, he wasn't wired like that. He wouldn't be able to forget, and he would just dwell on it.
Eaen slowly began rubbing his temples, trying to ease the throbbing pain in his head. Normally he would have realized that just works for headaches, not gashes to the head, but he still wasn't thinking that clearly. Plus, any mindless task he could assign himself seemed like a pretty good idea.
((Where should we take this from here...? The grounds, or somewhere in the mansion? You can pick what we do from this point on! btw, hope you had a good Christmas!!))