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.
He didn't know exactly what made him realise. Some twinge, a whisper in the back of his mind. A beat cop's sense for trouble. Something was wrong.
It wasn't in the mansion. He knew that much. If it was inside an alarm would have been tripped. His eyebrows drew together. He pulled himself out a window and onto the roof. He needed a 360 degree view.
It didn't take long. Radiant light made the smoke stand out. Cafas wasn't sure why it worried him so much. It wouldn't be the first time someone had been out camping in the forest.
Check it.
He dropped from the roof to the ground. A brief memory of a broken arm flashed by, quickly replaced by urgent thoughts.
Paranoia. No... This is serious.
His mind said walk.
His gut said run.
Cafas was a fighter.
His gut won.
He hit the edge of the forest, relying on memory. He didn't even know how far into the forest the fire was. Twigs snatched at his clothes, clawed at his hair, tore at his face.
He stumbled on a root, caught himself on a tree, and spotted a glow. The smell... All too familiar. He wanted to retch, but held it down. He already knew what he'd find.
Cafas entered the clearing.
"Fuck."
...
"FUCK! Fuck fuck fuck..."
He all but flew to the prone body. Threw himself to his knees as he got close, slid to Persi's side.
"F..."
He pulled the boy's hand from the fire, his other hand fumbling at his neck, trying to find a pulse. He couldn't find anything. He just couldn't tell. It was above his training.
"No no no no no no... Come on man, you can't be!" The wrists didn't give him much hope. The blood, the knife.
I don't know what to do. I have to know what to do. What good am I if I can't save him. what good is training. I have to know... I don't know.
Something wet made it's way down Cafas' cheek. More followed.
"You're gonna... I'm gonna... Just please be alive... please."
His shirt was off and shredded. Strips wound around the boys arms. He didn't know if it would help.
"I gotta.. I... Doc... Doc will know."
Adrenaline coursed through his system. He picked up the boy. The limp body seemed weightless. He stood. He ran. Ran faster than he ever had before.
...
He burst into the infirmary with tears running down his cheeks and panic written all over his face.
"DOC! DOC! GOD DOC HELP ME!"
The healer was in the room seconds later. He's clearly been sleeping. Anyone in their right mind would have been. Small wonder it was Cafas and hopefully Persi who were awake.
"I found him. He.. I... Help him please!"
The healer stripped the makeshift bandages and examined Persi's arms. He expertly checked for a pulse, checked Persi was breathing. Everything Cafas' hadn't known how to do.
"He's alive Cafas. He needs a real hospital. There's only so much I can do."
He'd never considered that before. He'd always simply assumed the doctor to be capable of anything.
"I can't replace the blood, and I'm afraid I can't handle all of the wounds. I will do what I can."
"I know Doc... I... Did he do it himself?"
His silence was all Cafas needed. Doctor/patient confidentiality was all well and good, but DocProf would have told him if it had been an attack.
He sent Cafas away while he worked. A few minutes later He brought him back in.
"I've done what I can. I've repaired the worst of his arms and stitched and bound what I could, but he wont live without blood, and I'm afraid that's just something we don't have."
Cafas nodded. "I'll take him to hospital."
"Perhaps an ambulance?"
"You ever met an ambulance that took corners half so well as some of the cars in the garage?"
Though he clearly didn't like it the Doc let Cafas go with Persi.
He ran for the garage. He knew no one at the mansion much liked their car being used without permission. They were going to have to suck it up though. He picked the fastest looking car in there.
Cafas bundled Persi onto the passenger seat and fastened the seatbelt around him. More to stop him falling than for safety.
...
Gravel flew up behind them as Cafas accelerated out of the gate. The tyres bit the road and the gas pedal was introduced to the floor.
"What the fuck are you doing! Everything we've done and you pull this! You ungrateful little C- Fuck you get out of my way arse-hole!"
Cafas overtook on the shoulder and swung the car back into the lane.
"I mean, what the hell were you thinking! Did you even consider anyone else! What about Aiden you selfish prick! What about me! I don't get it, why the hell did you do it! Why!?! Because I REALLY don't FUCKING get it Persi!"
Tyres squealed around the corner. He'd picked up some red and blues at some point. He hadn't noticed. That was going to be a whole lot of paperwork.
"Do you not understand that people care about you, that you're hurting them? For what? The coward's way out? If this is some God bullshit I swear Persi I am going to find the mother-fuckers who indoctrinated you with it and I'm going to rip their heart out through their arse-holes!"
More red and blues were joining. He only had to outrun them a mile or so. The traffic was picking up closer to the hospital. He was having to weave between cars.
"If I wasn't worried you were going to die anyway, I'd bloody kill you! I mean, I thought I'd at least taught you more than... than... THIS!"
He'd nearly T-boned a cab. The cab barely seemed to notice. Cafas took off again. He could see the hospital.
...
He burst into A&E as the police were pulling into the parking lot. "You gotta help him! He tried to kill himself! He cut his wrists and he needs blood now!"
From there it was out of his hands. The Nurses and doctors took Persi from him and the police tackled him to the floor and proceeded to attempt to cuff him. He couldn't even summon the energy to break the cuffs. He just wept. Anger, fear, confusion, all mingling, and above all failure.
I couldn't even protect a kid I cared about from himself... I failed him...
Cafas arched an eyebrow at Maya's response. Arched it high. He was all kinds of puzzled. How could it be hers?
"Maya, I didn't know you were even pregnant. Wait.. How... You know what on second thought, I don't want to know. How did I not notice though? Man how much attention have I been paying lately?"
Also wasn't Allison's kid missing? Should he mention it? Certainly he should to Alli. She'd want to know. Heck, if it was her kid and he didn't mention it, she'd kill him. Did Maya need to be told though? Probably.
"Kidnapper though... One of my friends, her kid got napped recently."
Engage pained and slightly sarcastic mode.
"If you've been keeping up with my acting career and the gossip columns you'll know about her, Allison Sinnocent."
Actually he'd have to speak to Allison soon anyway, there was talk of a sequel...
"You're the reason I was sent? Oh my; I thought this job might be dangerous. Well, better safe than sorry, no?"
Cocky little s*** wasn't he? Cafas spun to face him. Okay not so little, reasonably tall. Also dressed even more strangely than Cafas.
Chin-Chin-Chin~
Lines in the air, and Cafas REALLY didn't like the way he just turned away. He threw himself out of the way. The notes struck the car and bit into the metal and plastic. Boy was he glad he'd moved.
Looks like lethal force just got authorised.
"Your D string sounds a little sharp there."
X-men battle rule #46: Always taunt your enemy with appropriate puns for the situation.
This seemed like the perfect time for some armour.
Cafas touched the point where the mutant's attack had bitten through the car's paint.
"The same can not be said for you."
Boil that bit, bend that bit, shape that bit. What once had been the hood of the car was now a shield. A lovely red tower shield. Cafas advanced on the other mutant.
Cafas was grateful for an older model of car. Steel made a much better shield than lighter metals they liked to use in newer cars.
"You know as well as I do that the kid was NOT an excuse to leave Aiden! Police or no police! It was your job to make sure he got home safely! Not tell him to go with the police, but to get him back to the Mansion yourself! He is a TRAINEE and he was in YOUR charge! Try to remember that next time you take a trainee out."
Cafas was winding down. It didn't seem to help much that Maya appeared to be winding up at that point. Maya had screwed up, and it had pissed Cafas off twice as much that it had been Aiden she'd screwed up with, but there really wasn't much else to say.
"Why did you take the kid anyway."
His voice had returned to a much more reasonable level, if slightly breathless from all the shouting. Cafas smoothed out his hair a bit. He didn't need any help looking ridiculous and the pink super Saiyan look was pushing him over the edge of the comical.
Cafas found a chair and sat down, the anger draining out of him rather faster than he would have thought.
They would need to try a different tactic on Cafas.
THWACK!
Oh...
He blinked back spots, really grateful for the glancing blow. Cafas spun unsteadily to face the batter.
BLAM!
Liquid metal droplets sprayed from his swinging hand.
CRACK
His assailant spun away clutching his jaw. Another was howling in pain on the ground, clutching his foot. Blood spilled through his fingers.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Right, there were still others.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
They seemed scared. Panicky. Emptying the clip. They were not prepared.
Cafas turned slowly to face them. Liquid metal poured down his chest and neck. Bullets vapourised against his face. He looked for the most frightened one.
"You have to the end of the magazine to surrender."
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
click
click
Clatter
"I'll go quiet now! I swear!"
His friends didn't seem to agree, they ran for new weapons.
"Come on Cafas I didn't even take him inside! I just needed a second person when going on a mission. It was one person, straight up, I could have handled it alone! Aiden was outside with the cops! He's a trainee, he was completely safe."
That did nothing to help the situation. Cafas was mad about the affair on principle.
"We are NEVER completely safe! Least of all when a lone person holds up a bank! You got LUCKY Maya. What if they'd had back up? Who do you think a sniper would have targeted? The cops, or the X-man?"
Experience suggested they almost always had back up, these supposed loners. The fact that this time they didn't have someone watching the street didn't change that they needed to act as if they did.
"And then you left him to walk home alone! A uniformed X-man! DID THE RIOTS TEACH YOU NOTHING!?! Have you watched the news? Tensions are still massive, we get mutant attacks daily, humans too, and you LEFT A TEAM MEMBER BEHIND! He's BARELY combat competent without his rapiers, and he can't use those as an X-man!"
Which bugged Cafas anyway. Non-lethal force was a good way to die to someone trying to kill you.
"Well it doesn't look all that bad. Nothing seems to be broken. It just looks like your body went into shock for a moment. Don't know why, it hardly looks like you were working that much."
Cafas stood and scratched his head thoughtfully. He had no idea what was going on. He'd treat it as exhaustion for now. That was the problem with mutants, it was hard to tell side effects from genuine issues. "When you're feeling up to it, get up slowly, go to the kitchen, drink something with sugar in it. If you can get gatorade, get it. Then in half an hour or so get something to eat. Carbs and protein, minimal fat, it's just a bad time to be metabolising fats."
Stupid bodies. Pizza always seemed like a great after workout food, but it was SO bad. All the fat getting squirreled away. At least, that's what he'd been told.
Weeks of work had culminated in the upcoming bust. Cafas had donned his blue and yellows for the occasion. These guys were big time. Judge big time. The people they worked for anyway.
Word on the street was, a large quantity of illicit substances were being traded in the third floor of the basement garage under the condemned apartment building. Brooklyn had seen a rise in those. It was getting more and more of a reputation, especially after the riots.
Alright, should be soon.
Cafas had dug up everything he could without attracting too much attention, or so he hoped. No more than any drug operation ever got looked into anyway. He had way more info for all that though. He knew what was being traded, and he knew it was worth millions.
The parties were a bit harder to find. He didn't have anything solid, but he figured under questioning they'd probably find out.
There would be guns. There were always guns. He had a unique advantage against guns however. They were never as effective as the wielders hoped.
Deep breaths, mentally preparing. He saw the movement. The furtive looks, the guns, the trunk being popped. This was it. The other party had a duffel out already.
Long strides, chest out, chin up, mean and disapproving expression. His baton hung loosely in a ring at his hip, paint chipped back to the metal on the handle. His hand was wandering toward it. No, look confident, act indestructible. There was a lot to be said for intimidation.
"Drop the bags and weapons, hands where I can see them. You're all under arrest."
His voice was well trained. It was loud, commanding, confident, it went with the X-man image.
The smirks and laughter suggested they did not intend to co-operate. Such a shame...
"You all alone X F**? You must be stupider than you look."
Cafas knew the game from here. A gun began to rise. That was all he needed. The baton was in his hand. Swing, connect, the one with the shotgun dropped like a sack of potatoes.
Aiden came too. It didn't take too long, which was a good sign. "You fainted. Don't get up, just stay laying down for a little. Here, have a pillow." Hard light could be surprisingly soft when it wanted to.
He wasn't working at the time, I'd have thought he'd have fainted before if he was going to... Maybe it just caught up to him
Cafas looked around. The sim had cancelled everything, that was good, it sometimes didn't. "Vitals read out, Aiden." A screen popped up in front of him, hovering in mid air.
Weird.
All signs were of a major and sudden shock after a period of being fine. It looked like Aidan had been hit by a very slight heart attack simultaneously with draining a whole heap of energy. "This doesn't read like you were just doing cardio work... Weird, wonder if it's malfunctioning? Maybe my time scale is all wrong? No, that doesn't seem to be it... You feeling okay?"
She might well duck for cover! He half wanted to punch her! But that would have been bad for team unity. Plus, girl.
"Me!?! What is wrong with ME!?! What the hell is wrong with You!? A bank robbery? SERIOUSLY?! HIS FIRST MISSION TO A BANK ROBBERY!?! You can't just take a fresh trainee to a bank robbery Maya! He could have been killed because you failed to consider his skill level! YOU COULD HAVE DIED! Did you even think about that!?"
Cafas' hair was standing nearly on end from him tugging at it and running his fingers through it as he gestured. It didn't help the crazy look.
Pacing was involved too, and a huge amount of restrain not to break something... Okay something else, the door hardly counted.
Aiden turned to the dummy, all the while glaring at his baton. Cafas watched him. He didn't have much else to do, and looking ahead made push up posture better anyway.
Oh damn.
In one motion Cafas collected his feet under him and was up and moving. A few strides took him to where Aiden had collapsed. He knelt down and inspected him. He was breathing, so that was good. "Milk crate" it appeared next to him. Cafas rolled Aiden onto his back and propped his legs up on the crate.
Well, other than the fainting he seems fine...
Breathing, pulse, unobstructed airway, everything in order, now just to wait for him to wake up.
"Cancel training sims, keep crate, spawn pillow." It was going to mighty uncomfortable laying there for a few minutes without one once Aiden woke up.
His gait certainly told the tale well enough. Walking, fast and heavy, purposeful. A man on a mission. A mission to bring himself 7 years bad luck if that's what it took.
He knew he'd find his mark in the offices. They all had paperwork, some had more than others though. His mark seemed to almost have more than the boss man himself.
The knob disappeared as he touched it. The entire latch mechanism went with it, a gassy cloud somewhere near the floor. That didn't make him any happier. He shouldered open the door.
Bang!
Yup, right where he thought she'd be.
"Have you ABSOLUTELY lost your damn mind!?!"
Cafas had just found out through the grape vine. Cafas was not pleased.
The squeak said it all. Cafas let it go. It wasn't the worst he'd received that week, not even worth retaliation. He wiped the blood off his face.
Ah well.
He picked up the baton from the floor and tossed it to Aiden. "It's fine, really, now back to it. I kind of wish I could see it, but I'll just have to assume your form is good. Remember to hit with that sweet spot though. Bout a hands width from the tip, otherwise you'll be hitting soft." Also potentially injuring himself, but no need to worry the kid.
"Mobile target, purely defensive, beginner." Cafas indicated the newly formed moving dummy. It was dancing on the balls of its feet. "Try hitting that." He should be able, the baton wasn't a hard weapon to get the hang of. Mass weapons rarely were. Flails an obvious exception.
Cafas just set into a routine of push ups. He wasn't really getting any better with his fighting when he was constantly watching Aiden.
Cafas had been innocently watching a tiny snowstorm. He had expected Aiden to wear himself down faster. Either there was something going on with his power, or Aiden was much fitter than Cafas had given him credit for.
Where was I? Oh yes, innocently watching the snowstorm. He took a step closer to try and find Aiden in the snow. The a black streak appeared out of the white. The plastic baton collided square with Cafas' eyebrow.
Ouch.
That kid was so dead if he'd done that on purpose. Blood was casually running down his face from the cut when Aiden emerged from his storm. "I'm going to assume that was an accident. Otherwise you're going to be enjoying an extra hour of training where you practise full speed defence." A drip ran off his chin. The red would look so bad next to his hair too...
