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.
Ah... Yeah that may explain the look on Aiden's face. Cafas really didn't have a reply for that. He searched around in his head for anything. a moment of searching later he found something. It wasn't anything he could say, but it was a connection lighting up in his head.
He seemed to freak out about car accidents... and... oh man. And the day with the snow...
Cafas looked at Aiden for a moment. Sizing him up. Not physically, but mentally. The kid was coping with more than he was capable of. That wasn't a fun place to be. still, he had something to go with. As bad as it was, he was here for a reason. "That why you freaked when I mentioned having a car accident?" He was pretty sure he knew the answer.
Yeah I had a few issues with people after mine too...
Cafas was really lost for what to do. Part of him went into auto-pilot, shut down another, and kept him on task. Everyone has their coping mechanisms.
Maybe. Fascinating Aiden. What other brilliant insight might he spout next? Fine, Cafas would take the maybe as a yes and continue. He looked at the picture a moment longer and then offered it to Aiden. "You guys on good terms? Haven't seen him around, where's he at? Family was often a tricky subject. Cafas wasn't very fond of speaking about his own. It seemed a common theme at the mansion.
Something in Aiden's face told him he had perhaps touched a raw nerve with the photo. He saw it too late to stop, but there it was. Well, that nerve might help him. He knew Aiden could get very overwhelmed by some things though. Hopefully this was not one of them.
You have a gift, sir, for being downright tactless.
Cafas took the silence as a no. His fingers somehow found their way to the bridge of his nose and rubbed. He hadn't realised he did that. Well, it wasn't getting any easier the longer they let the silence sit there. Cafas knew it had to be done.
Well, it was never going to be easy.
Frankly he had been dreading the conversation. Cafas knew it would go down poorly, just as he knew it was entirely necessary. It wasn't really his responsibility, a team leader should have been having the discussion with him. Cafas just felt the need to do it himself.
He looked around for a better conversational hook. There were some comic books by a computer, he couldn't quite tell what they were from where he was though. Closer to hand however he spied what appeared to be a photo. Cafas picked it up and looked at it. "Who's this?" The photo seemed to show an older, less silver eyed, shorter haired Aiden. "Your brother?" He couldn't see any other solution.
Man was this kid ever awkward. Cafas stopped the sigh he could feel coming on and continued to smile. Aiden probably couldn't read his eyes that well anyway. As far as he knew only Calley could really read his eyes. So his secret exasperation was safe. "Good, we'll start tomorrow." He neglected to mention a time.
Is it neglecting to mention it if I have yet to even consider it?
Great, that was covered. Moving on. "Actually there's one more thing. Though it probably isn't talk for the hallway. So..." Cafas lead Aiden to his own room and opened the door. Persi wasn't there, which saved some evicting.
When Aiden was inside Cafas shut the door. Now he could have this chat privately. It was better that way. "Okay. We've gotta have a chat about you being antisocial. Sit down mate." He tried to sound as caring as he was. He knew that comment could come out quite brusque if he let it.
He set himself down on the edge of one of the beds. "It's nothing against you, but the X-men have to give off a certain image to the public. It's just something that comes with the position. So, to cut to the point, you wanna talk 'bout why you have trouble talking to people?"
Cafas had gotten the news from Saph. Aiden had passed his try outs. For that Cafas was glad, it did credit to his recommendation and his training abilities, and of course, it meant Aiden was as good as he'd thought. He meant to congratulate the boy, and perhaps make an offer, based on Saph's run down of Aiden's weapon choice.
He was about to knock on the boy's door when he spotted him in the hallway. Cafas smiled, waved then walked over. "Hey, I hear you passed your trials. Congratulations man, I hope Saph wasn't too hard on you. He can be a little over intense sometimes."
Also a bit murder-y but that's hardly appropriate to tell Aiden.
Cafas offered a hand to shake. He knew Aiden was a bit awkward, but surely even he could comprehend the gesture. "Saph filled me in on some of the details of your trial. Why didn't you tell me you can fight with rapiers?" He let the question drop as something he obviously didn't actually mind.
"Actually the rapiers are actually why I'm here. You can't use those as an X-man. Too lethal. So, how would you like me to teach you how to use some blunt weapons? Maybe batons? Outside of and as well as the regular lessons." There was one more thing, but he'd leave it for the second.
Cafas wasn't sure how close the Ranger knew he was to the truth about the vigilante work. He might just ignore it, it wouldn't be wise to go giving that stuff away. "A small team going outside the law would be great, but I doubt they'll go for it. Shin's in with the Police and C.S. likes the lack of complexity."
Cafas figured he was probably done drinking for the night. He was just going to throw up if he drank too much more. "Ah, I don't know, bitching isn't fixing anything. I think I'll just live with it for now. Quitting isn't really an option. One of those once you're in, you're in things."
Sam could usually be found in his offices, or so Cafas thought. He held high hopes, they'd had no call outs and it was a reasonable hour, plus most of his classes weren't running due to attendance issues.
A mind control kidnapping will lose you a lot of trust.
CS proved true to form when Cafas checked his office. He pulled up a chair opposite his boss. "Sam, you got a sec? I gotta discuss something with you. Been bugging me for a while now." He'd been avoiding it for too long. His voice had as much right to be heard as any X-man's and he had finally realised it.
Deep breaths in through the nose, out through the mouth, mind focused, nerves pushed aside. He was an X-man, he had done more dangerous things than this. Cafas started running along the shingles, adjusting for the slope as best he could, praying none slipped. The tree he was aiming for stood ahead of him, the branch a half a floor lower than him. That wasn't what worried him, the five yards and rounded landing surface did that. he had a zero percent margin of error.
Which apparently Saph did not appreciate. His concentration was shattered by the X-man's shouting. he clearly required Cafas, but there had to be a better way to find him didn't there?
"CAAAAFAASS"
Apparently not.
His attention swung back to hat he was doing mid jump. It cost him though. He missed his mark, grabbed for it, and was rewarded with a back-flipping trip to the ground, hitting every branch he felt it was humanly possible to hit. He lay in the dirt, gazing up at the branch he had wanted to jump to. He was pretty sure he was bleeding in a few places, and there would certainly with bruises.
He pushed himself up and limped his way around the corner in time to catch Saph before he was inside. "Parkour training is coming along well, thought I'd save you asking. What's up?"
It was one of those lovely days. The ones where he had nobody to train but himself. That meant no chasing people down, no threats of bodily harm and reports to authority. No Persi.
Funny what can become a blessing.
He set up a training dummy in his usual position, under his window. No one seemed to mind that he had to dig a two foot hole in the ground so long as he filled it again after. The poor piece of turn had been lifted and replaced so often he was surprised it was alive still, let alone so vibrant.
It's no danger room sim, but it'll serve.
Cafas wrapped his hands, slipped on some MMA gloves and set his feet into a southpaw's stance. It was good to train off stance some days. A sword stood, tip buried in the ground, a few feet away. He would train with it later. For now though...
Blows began to rain down on the dummy. Light at first, light and fast, but they got heavier as he went, a satisfying thwack coming with each punch, the kicks far more silent, by virtue of the lack of padding on his feet. He cycled through a few combos, sweat running down his brow, completely lost in his training.
But an X-man and a fighter is never truly unaware of his surrounds. He stopped mid combo. The hair at the back of his neck was standing on end. Cafas looked around, casually and comfortably, this was his home after all. It took a moment, but his eyes picked up what his spidey senses were on about. The guy in the hat was watching him. He didn't recognise the face, especially not at the distance they were at, but he knew when he was being judged.
It's the mansion, he's probably another runaway with no place to go.
He went back to his training, ignoring the guy. If he wanted to speak, he would have spoken when Cafas looked at him. He still felt the eyes though.
"Kicking in the door is my favourite bit. What comes after is a close second. The paper work and the police reports make me want to rip my hair out. The problem is we went and made ourselves public. There's no going back. I mean, we don't live in comic books." In comic books logic could be damned, things just worked. Oh sure, some excuse was contrived, but it didn't need to be too realistic. They could fade back to anonymity. That was what he missed the most from working with the police. The trading cards now said "Alchemist (Cafas Johnson)" where before it just read "Alchemist"
Everyone knows us, and we're poorer for it. The Judge though...
He could go that path, he knew. It wouldn't be wise though. He needed back up, funding, tech, allies. You could be damned sure the X-men would be after him like a flash though. "What the fuck have they dragged us into?" Another drink gone, and all he really seemed to be drowning was his sense of balance. "Never work above board. There's no going back."
Summer was a lovely season, Cafas' favourite if he was honest. Once it had been winter, some time ago (His favourite, not the season, though admittedly it had been winter some time ago as well.) It was the epitome of a wonderful summers day that day, and there he was, training those two. Again.
"How many times Persi? Raise your guard and watch his face, not the ground. I know there's no one there, but pretend."
Cafas wished once more this lesson that he had the danger room available, but someone had it booked. It was kind of odd to check that book and find that someone had bothered with a booking. More fool him for not. So he had them fighting shadows.
Aiden is taking to this so much faster, but you can see the improvement in both. Tempted to start them lifting weights, but it's so boring to start with and these two don't seem like they'd persevere.
Still he might bring it up.
"Persi, you know I can tell when you don't put any effort into your shots,stop trying to get away with it. Aiden if that's as high as you can get your leg then I'm a lobster."
They were standing in the shade of the tree outside his very own room. They'd only just finished the warm up, which had gone really well, he'd had nothing but praise to give out during the warm up. Now they were getting slack, or at least it seemed so. Both were shaping up into competent fighters, the improvement was easy to see.
Bit more time and effort I might get them to a point that the x-men could work with.
Not that he was training them for the X-men. "Those kicks are much better Aiden, but you're getting the combo out of order. Persi, that's perfect, keep that up. 60 more seconds until water break. Remember water breaks are 60 seconds long. Drink, towel down, and back in your places in that time or you'll be working twice as hard."
He was intending to work them just as hard either way, but if they believed it would be easier, their brain would go along, and that was all that mattered.
Cafas liked the Ranger a lot, he made way more sense than most of the people he worked with. He was sick of being looked down upon by the police force when he worked with them anyway one too many of his former team mates(or were they current team mates?) fast tracking their way to higher ranks through their position in the X-men. It made them all look bad, like they were afraid of hard work or something.
"You don't have to tell me mate, you have to tell Shin and Cold Steel. Those two run the show these days, from what I can tell. I think Tricity is really in charge, but I hardly see her, so those two are the real decision makers." Perhaps he was letting his tongue get away from him, but he hardly cared. The X-men were a special kind of sell outs. That coming from a guy who was in that Dusk movie.
That car had beautifully made crumple zones. Sorry for your car Calley, glad you're okay.
Alright now for me.
Melancholy struck, and still exists, but I'm forcing it to shut up. I'll be around, I have been actually, just, at my times :/ which kinda sucks, stupid timezones.
"Trying to numb my mind. Been a busy day as an X-man. This place was open, cheap, and had live music, so I came in." So far the alcohol didn't seem to be helping much. His mind was tired. Sleep was likely what he really needed, but alcohol... Well, it just had a way of drawing him to it.
That's all kinds of troubling right there.
He made a mental note to try and stop that. He promptly lost that note under the pile of others he'd made recently. He took a long sip and looked over to the southerner (though perhaps that term was somewhat more appropriate for Cafas, in terms of place of origin.) "You know, I used to think the X-men were this group who operated outside the law to do what needed to be done; Save who needed to be saved. People who had morals, tried to help the world even if it meant ignoring the law, or risking their lives." Another sip was called for.
"Now I'm there, you know what I see? A freak show SWAT team. We joined up with the police and now we're just cops without badges. It's bullshit. I'm starting to think that Judge character might have a better idea than the X-men."
