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.
Aura watched the ordeal and merely tinted her head. SHe raised her eyebrow and as if ignoring what Riggs had said spoke. "Is he serious?" she said, pointing her thumb in the direction of the rifles. She let Allison talk as she thought. These were obviously their kidnappers, that thought alone infuriated her. Aura smiled as Aurion struck, it was a scene of beauty, and she saw he was largely bullet proof, or seemed to be, which made things easier.
Aura's aura flared up, transparent pink armor, which easily marked her a threat and she could tell a few of them understood, who they had trapped. Normally Aura may have been carrying a few Pipe bombs for emergency use, but as it was she had only one such device on her. SHe threw the bomb, which landed on a car shield, cracking it but doing little else. "Hide whever you can, i will be very angry if you die" she said honestly, though it was obvious in her eyes what was crossing her mind, as she looked into Allison eyes. Turning back she felt several shot's strike her Aura and several more as she began her Charge, she had an Idea and formed her Aura sword even as the man reloaded and prepped the weapon, Aura's sword removed his hand's from his body, in her free hand Aura took the gun barrel first and tossed it back toward Allison.
No sooner then she looked back then the pipe bomb exploded, only feet from it Aura was thrown back, which was much more fortunate then her unhanded formed Target. The small metal bee bee's spread out several feet from the impact. "I am Aura, and even if you filthy mongrels manage to kill me, i have still killed well over... A another shot struck her shoulder and Aura considered the new threat making sure to keep between where she thought Allison was and the gun's.
Much of her Plan was what she believed Aurion was doing. Humans tended to shoot those killing them first, it just made sense. Aura felt a bullet strike her Hard as she moved after her next target. The Point blank shot stung, but Aura formed a drill around her fist and landed an uppercut to his jaw, the result was brutal and effective as well as messy and a nightmare for whoever found the scene. A Moment later, Aura batted aside the the half headless body like a rag doll with a an Aura hammer, loud snaps confirmed the power behind the hammer.
Aura took a few step's back, trying to make sure these guys could not get past her assuming they had not already. Aura breathed in and out gathering her energy. The blast had stung and bullets were taking their toll, but their was not enough Humans she could see to win the fight.
Rigs had expected shit to hit the fan. Out of all the times they'd snatched some mutant from the street, either in silence or at gunpoint, this was the time he knew something would go wrong. It didn't take a genius to understand why he thought that; this was the first time they were taking on a mutant head on that had a visible mutation that could cause trouble. The second Rigs had committed to taking down this group that had a lizard man in tow, he knew it wouldn't be easy.
As a first hand shock, one of the woman shot back at the meaningless jabs he'd been sending their way, trying to incite a furious counterattack that would leave them open. He regarded her with cool, unblinking eyes, waiting till she finished before giving her an ice cold stare that didn't match the smile on his face. "Nice try missy. Maybe next time you can actually retort with something I give a shit about."
That's when things had gone south. Rigs had known the lizard man would likely prove to be the most dangerous of the bunch but he hadn't factored in just how]/i] dangerous he actually was. That notion went the way of the prehistoric in an instant, as the lizard picked up a nearby car...a CAR...and flung it at one of his men. For all the surprise it elicited amongst his troops, they were far better trained then that. The second Aurion had gone for the car, his men were already moving. The car landed with a crash in the spot the man had been a moment before, skidding to a halt when it hit one of the walls. His man had dove to safety, barely, but for how long any of them remained safe was still up for grabs.
Rigs didn't even need to give the order to fire. His men would already on it, firing in short controlled bursts at their assailant. Normally, he would have told the tranqs to fire at all three of them, trying for that shot that would put them out like a light. Instead, he made the signal for the live ammo guns to target Aurion, while the others focused on the girls. Maybe if they got them under control, they could force the lizard to stand down. As his troops opened fire on Aurion, Rigs expected to see the bullets tear green flesh and put the man down.
He was wrong.
The bullets thudded against his skin and while the force of them might sting, he could see that none of them were piercing his thick hide. Biting back a curse, Rigs watched in silent anger and yet contemplation as Aurion moved, his muscled and yet lithe body darting like a miniature rocket to and fro, before stopping in front of one of the men. The man barely had time to bring his gun around before Aurion wrenched his head from his body. Now that caused a breath to hitch in the men, the sight of Aurion standing there with two parts of a man in either hand. That moment passed as Aurion moved again, throwing the head at one man while he blasted off for another.
Meanwhile, the other two mutants were under fire from the rest of his troops. Only instead of having taken them down, their rounds were bouncing harmlessly off a pink barrier that had encased her body. She threw something then and one of his troops managed to cry out bomb before diving for cover as the thing bounced off the hood of a car before erupting into flame and shrapnel. One of his men cursed as it tore through his arm, the man hitting the ground as he brought his weapon to bare on the woman. His rounds did nothing to that armor of hers and groaning, he passed out from shock at last.
Rigs was already thinking. His mind was alive, even as two more of his men hit the dirt in pieces, one from the woman, another from the lizard. Four men down already and these mutants looked ready to end the whole lot of them at this rate. It was time for a change in strategy. With a sharp whistle, Rigs did a series of hand signals to his men, who only briefly glanced at him before answering in kind. First and foremost, the men started to team up, so that one could back the other if he was rushed. Second, some of his men switched it up, switching from rifles to the shotguns they had brought with them. The lizard man's hide was tough, but he wondered how well it would hold up against slugs.
Finally, he nodded to the man at the trailer, who he noticed with a grimace, had taken a piece of shrapnel to his side. Still, the man knew what needed to be done and with a burst of adrenaline before collapsing, threw open the door. At first, nothing happened. Then "he" walked out. Seven feet tall at least, head shaved down to a military crewcut, the man stretched out as he jumped out of the truck, stretching his body out even as he did. He was shirtless, which made his muscled body only that more obvious. And his eyes were dark...cold and lifeless almost when they feel upon you. Anyone in their right mind would be scared of this man...and more so if they knew that he wasn't human either.
With a flick of his fingers, Rigs pointed at Aurion and said one simple word; "Him."
“Oh, so you’re just a normal bigot, then? That’s a shame, I was almost flattered.” Not that this setup was at all normal; the resources involved were significantly more than any normal bigot should have access to. Unless they’d just betrayed a very convenient job, in which case, there should not be nearly this much organization.
But, then, Allison didn’t really care about lying to bigots, normal or otherwise. It wasn’t like she needed to be told how she looked, either… or would have appreciated it, had the setup actually had anything to do with her or Aura anyway.
Of course, she hardly believed him, either. But there wasn’t time to keep picking at the topic to test it, and whatever response he might have made was drowned out by guns. Allison winced at the noise, covering her ears and closing her eyes, trusting Aura to keep away any bullets that were aimed at them, and Aurion… well, it sounded like Aurion could handle himself. Allison opened her eyes, glanced around… yeah, Aurion was fine.
And Aura was leaving, apparently. Allison smiled; it was extremely tempting to kiss her before letting her go… but that wasn’t a good idea, no matter how romantic movies would swear it was. So instead she ran, taking advantage of the partial cover of the aura and the bigots’ expectation that she would stay shielded behind Aura to duck back around the corner out of the parking lot.
She paused once out of sight of the fight; Aura and Aurion could almost certainly handle this themselves, and she wasn’t a fighter; certainly not against guns. If she stayed or left, it wouldn’t make much difference. And she didn’t want to leave, even if she knew Aura would be fine. But she was fairly sure there were at least a few people at Sanctuary who would appreciate the chance to help… well. Allison was pretty sure that this was going to become a demonstration.
Not her first pick for the evening. But a bit late to avoid it.
A gun skipped across the ground toward Allison, and she jumped. It hadn’t come too close… but that wouldn’t really have made much difference. Allison was going to have to remind Aura that she really couldn’t do anything about it if a bullet came at her.
In the meantime, though, it seemed that Aura wanted her to stay, so that made up Allison’s mind for her. She darted out to grab the gun and go back behind the corner, earning a rip through the side of her leg. She swore, stumbled, and ran into the wall much more harshly than she intended.
Allison stayed there for a moment, hands clenched on the gun--carefully nowhere near the trigger, she at least knew that much, and with it pointing up and away from her--before concluding that while her leg hurt, and would probably have a nice scar, it wasn’t actually damaged very badly. The bullet--she assumed--had hit, but only at the very side of her leg; it was somewhat similar to getting sliced open with a knife. About the most minor injury a gun could cause, though. And she could work past it.
Still. No more running out into the bigots’ sight. Allison shifted, making sure that her leg would actually support her; the pain flared, but wasn’t enough to make her fall, or be overly distracting. So she edged back to the corner, peering around it with one eye.
That… was new. Someone looked like he’d emerged from a truck the bigots had, and… Allison supposed it was possible for a human to be that tall without a mutation, but it seemed unlikely. Despite that, he didn’t seem to be taking her, Aura and Aurion’s side.
And the leader of the bigots was giving the new one orders. No, this was definitely not a normal group of bigots.
That did settle it, though. Allison edged out from behind the wall again--no bullets appeared still, fortunately--raised the gun, pointed it at him, and pulled the trigger.
And, immediately, had to stagger back a step--which meant onto the injured leg, which meant she ended up sitting on the ground with a yelp, gun dropped on the ground, if in reach, and now almost completely within the edge of the bigots’ sight. Whatever response her attempt to shoot the new enemy got, she had missed it by the time she looked back up.
Aurion's third target didn't have a chance. The incoming head struck him hard in the chest and blew the breath from his body. Instinctively the man's arm moved to catch what had struck him. He had seen Aurion tear the head off and throw it at him, so he shouldn't be surprised, but he was holding the guys frickin head! The time it took to realize that and then look back up was all the time he had before he felt another impact against his chest and had an up close and personal view of Aurion's scaled hide. Looking down again he saw a scaled arm sticking through his chest where his heart would be.
Aurion smiled at the dying man, reached down grabbing his hand in his own. Using the man to make it easier to hold the gun, he slipped a claw over the trigger. He aimed at the his first target who had escaped the car. Unlike humans, Aurion's arm hardly shook as he held the gun out, he was strong enough to keep it stationary and not rise up. So even though his aim wasn't perfect it didn't need to be. The rounds hit the first target in the shoulder, neck, and chest, repeatedly, even taking a few in the head. Aurion held the trigger down until the gun ran empty. With a quick twist Aurion pulled his arm out of the man's body, and swing him around by the gun arm. Aurion released him towards another human, that wasn't his fourth target.
The beating had stopped as he raised it to his mouth. Aurion made sure his fourth target was looking at him only. Serrated fangs sliced into the organ spilling hearts-blood all over his mouth, chin and down his neck. Aurion was going to make more of it when the sharp whistle went through the air, the target's eyes flicked to Rigs then back to Aurion. A smirk slid over the human's face as he dropped his riffle. Aurion did not like that.
Dropping the half eaten heart from his hands he pounded his way at the man. And he was well trained, very well trained. By the time Aurion had closed the distance the man had already exchanged the rifle for a 12guage semi-auto shotgun. Aurion's eyes widened, not in fear, but in 'Oh fuck! I hate shotguns!' He really, really did hate them. Even pellets, especially at close range, had enough power behind them to seriously hurt. The larger the shot used the more power each one had behind it. Something about the gleam in the man's eyes told Aurion the only thing coming out of that gun was a single, solid projectile.
His mind gifted him with an imagining of what the slug would do to him if it hit him square in the chest. It was like what he had just done to the previous man, except this time he was the human and the slug was his hand. Instinct told him to twist! No hesitation, Aurion twisted. The sound of the shotgun going off hit him like a brick to the face, he imagined he could feel the passing of the slug as his arm moved out of the slug's path by millimeters. Thankfully that motion, while it did put him slightly off balance, did put him in the position to get behind the man quickly and easily.
Their body armor was probably good protection against bullets, but it didn't really seem to slow Aurion's claws much. They sunk through the armor and flesh to grab the man's spine. A squeeze and a sharp twist finished that. Before the life drained from the man, Aurion did what he had done with the other gun. He gripped the man's hand with his own, claw on the trigger. He didn't let go of the man, using him as a literal human shield. If the humans wanted to use shotguns he'd return the favor while using one of their own to protect himself.
He spared only a cursory glance over at Allison and Aura. With the man in his hands down and out, Alli would be safe from this angle of fire. What he had seen of Alli didn't sit well with him, but there wasn't much he could do for her until they had taken care of the humans, Aura seemed like she might be hurt, but wasn't letting it affect her.
That cursory look around was when he saw the giant of a man. Aurion hadn't seen him come out of the van, but that would be the only place to hide someone like that. The man was shirtless, and that more than anything else made Aurion think he wasn't human. He was tall, broad, muscular and reminded Aurion of a bull. His golden-yellow eyes locked onto the man's for a few heartbeats.
That was all Aurion needed to know, in his bones, that he was the target of the muscle bound man. And he got the sinking feeling that he did not want to get hit by that guy's fist. Something about him reminded Aurion too much of Jupiter. He was also sure he could run circles around the hulking man. So he put the man on the back burner of his mind as he moved to close the distance between him and the nearest human and use their own shotguns to blow their chests away.
Aura saw the men start to try and take formation, Aura charged a pair of these men, and felt something strike her midsection hard, it knocked her back for a moment, but it spared the pair only a few seconds. An Aura Axe head formed on her foot as it connected with the lead man's, Jaw. A second shot struck her, and the man tried to back away, if he lived Aura was unsure, bu she knew the drill around her right hand connected with his chest and that the man fell to the ground after.
It was then She heard the large man walk out, obviously strong, the question was how strong. If he was human it would not matter much. But his sheer bulk hinted that he might not be quite human and if that were the case, this might be an interesting dance. She had no idea how many Gunman were left but knew their were more. They were also highly trained to follow orders, the rather brutal deaths of their comrades seemed to have no effect on their morale/ She heard the shot go off and looked right away to see Alli as the source, but she seemed unable to handle the gun. She never saw if the shot hit.
Aura docked behind some of the car's and made her way quietly behind several of the car's. Her Aura flowed to her hand's forming a pair of swords and she charged, just as several bullets missed her and struck the car she had been next to a moment earlier. She poured every ounce of speed she had into her run, her target the large man. By sneaking behind some of the car's she had hoped to get into his blind spot.
Getting close, Aura brought her arms out and then brought them together from her sides in scissor like motion. She was hoping to cut the man's leg into three separate pieces, a fighter who could not walk posed little threat usually. If her attack failed she would be staring at the man's stomach with little time to react. Still Aura was a weapon, she was confident they could win this and if not the humans would pay a very high toll for their victory.
Eleven men. Eleven men lay dead or dying on the street, their blood a black stain in the darkness of night on the equally dark pavement. Despite the chaos of the situation around him, Rigs took a moment to let that sink in. The men laying there in the dirt, either long gone from this world or suffering the endless agony of possibly mortal wounds were his men. He'd been put in charge of them, taken them on this mission under orders. They all knew that when they signed onto this gig that death as a final outcome was a possibility. It came with the territory and they had long grown accustomed to heading out with Lady Death whispering over their shoulders, waiting.
That didn't make it hurt any less. To see these men, those who had been entrusted to him, dying all around him because these mutants didn't know how to simply accept fate...it hurt badly. They had been his responsibility and now almost half of them were done. A part of Rigs had been sorry that he'd had to do this thing to the mutants...but he wouldn't shed a bloody tear over what the "Payload" was about to do to them.
His single remaining man returned to him, taking a position behind Rig's vehicle as they both turned to watch their trump card go to work. The lizard guy was streaking their way but Rigs put a grin on his face and threw a flashbang over the car they were hiding behind. He managed to say one simple thing before the grenade went off and it was backed by a terrible grin. "Better check on your women, bastard."
The remaining men on the roof waited till the grenade went off before firing over the railing in front of the lizard, putting a screen of firepower between him and their commander. It wasn't fancy, but it would be enough to deter him long enough for the boss to get into a better location. And with any luck, the lizard man would focus instead on the beast of a man that one of the woman was now advancing on.
In regards to that, designation "Payload" watched the woman rushing him with an unfaltering stare. She'd made some kind of weapon out of thin air, out of a strange substance that he couldn't yet identify. Likely it had something to do with her power..it mattered not. His orders had been clear; if he had to come out of the truck, it was because things weren't going as planned and they needed him to change the flow. Which meant starting with the woman coming straight his way. He didn't move, watching her without flinching right up to the point where her weapon came down on his leg...and locked in place as it hit skin that refused to be harmed.
Then and only then did he move, his mouth forming a slight snarl before his over-muscled arm came swinging back. Hard. He caught the woman off guard, her mouth still open in surprise at her failed attack...and his backhand sent her straight into a nearby car, her body snapping forward upon impact with a painfully loud thump. She hadn't even hit the ground before his knee kicked out, catching her in the gut solidly and sending her into a roll away from him. Huffing, Payload turned his attention to the other two mutants...and after a slight buzzing in his ear, turned his eyes on the other woman. The one that had been shooting at him when he first appeared. Not that he'd really noticed those shots; they might as well have been mosquito bites.
His feet made little thuds on the concrete as he stomped his way towards her, his intention clear. The woman had been staring at her comrade and only when he was far too close did she react to his presence. Far too late, as his hand shot out and grabbed her around the throat, his massive digits easily closing around her throat. And then he turned his attention back towards the final threat...squeezing the woman only enough to prevent proper air from getting in. And waited to see how bold the final member of them was.
“Aura!” At another point Allison might have been thinking that Aura had probably been able to use her aura to protect herself, and that showing how upset you were in the middle of a fight was never a good idea, and that getting herself distracted and hurt wouldn’t help Aura any. Instead, she was thinking that she had to get to Aura, and that her injured leg hurt, and that didn’t matter. Whether it mattered or not, though, it still hurt badly, and it took quite a bit of concentration for Allison to ignore it, get onto her feet, and move as quickly as she could toward Aura. Nearly all of her concentration, in fact; she had a vague sense which direction Aurion was in, along with the bigots, and scattered points of bodies and cars, and the new mutant was in her way and too big to push out of the way so she moved sideways and noticed a moment later that she wasn’t moving and couldn’t breath.
It took a few more seconds for Allison to figure out what had happened and kick at the new (bigot’s) mutant. Whatever his mutation was, kicking him hurt one leg; the other probably would have been hurt by it, but the injury from the bullet drowned it out. And her throat; that was starting to hurt too. Digging her nails into his arms didn’t seem to be doing anything, and she couldn’t get a yell past the hand on her throat; she doubted he would have listened anyway. She kicked again; even if she knew it wouldn’t do anything, the edges of her vision were starting to fade, and Allison had never been good at giving up.