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.
The cab pulled up to the mansion after an uncomfortable trip. Cafas threw a fifty into the front seat and pulled Aiden out of the car gently. He walked the boy back up to his room, opened the door and led him in. He then turned to Persi. "I know you're not going to want to do this, but you gotta make sure he stay here. If you can, find out what set him off. Just, talk to him, and more importantly, listen to him."
Cafas grabbed his pizza out of the stack and turned to Aiden. "Stay here, eat something, drink something, and try to calm down. If you want to talk to me about it at some point I'll be happy to talk. If you can't find me, ask an X-man, they'll be able to contact me." Cafas nodded, happy that he'd said everything that needed saying and headed for the door. He paused in the doorway briefly. "You two did well today. Oh and Persi, breakfast is important, eat it every day, and make it a big one. The food here is free, after all." For the students anyway.
Right, he had sat down. That was a start. Now to figure out what the heck was wrong. Something to do with snow. Actually, come to think of it, Aiden had reacted similarly to the whole car crash thing too. Not as extreme though. Possibly related. He'd piece it together properly when he needed to, for now he needed to get Aiden out of the situation, and into a secure environment.
Spose we're going back to the mansion.
Right, well, action was required sooner rather than later. "Persi, reckon you can carry the pizzas for us? We need to get Aiden back to the mansion." It was pretty much the only place he could think of as far as safe and secure.
Might have to chat to Aiden about this. Probably not going to be a happy chat.
Cafas stood, folding his box closed. "Aiden, come with me." He picked the boy up, back onto his feet. He tried not to hurt him, but some force was required. One hand on Aiden's shoulder he began to steer the boy to the door, exerting just enough force to let Aiden know he was there. Hopefully it would keep him from running.
Outside a cab had just pulled up. Cafas recognised the cabby. That guy always seemed to know exactly when and where he was needed.
Darkness was more of a theoretical thing in New York. Lights everywhere, at all hours. Certain Alleys managed to achieve it. Cafas avoided those. he wasn't on X-men duty, so he had no intention of specifically seeking trouble out.
No, he was seeking a bar that was open a bit longer than the one he had been in. One that would let him in would be nice.
There were still people on the streets. Not many though. It was that time of night. Cabs would be making a killing. One could hope for a bar open that extra hour though, right?
A kebab would also not have gone astray.
Even at night he could not escape the people staring at his hair. A few made comments, loudly, safely on the other side of the road, in a negative sort of fashion. Some assumed it was due to some mutation, others were spot on, assuming dye. They didn't matter.
Some jackass made a comment a mere foot from Cafas' face. He was awfully hard to focus on. He also would not let Cafas pass. The guy was blocking his stumbling path. Clearly looking for a fight. Well, Cafas wasn't in the mood, nor market, for a fight.
A few quick words to calm the guy down. No, that just made it worse. Apparently now Cafas thought he was much more clever than he was, or so he was being told. A fist was drawn back. Cafas saw it. The swaying stopped instantly, his footing became rock solid.
The shot was launched at him. He moved his head out of the way. Mostly out of the way. A glancing blow. it hardly bothered him, too drunk to feel it.
He returned fire. His head had already rocked back a little, so he took it a little further. Then everything tightened, and he launched his forehead into the bridge of the other man's nose.
Cafas missed, very slightly. The guy had moved. Didn't do him much good, he collapsed to the ground. Cafas stepped over him and kept going.
Your first mistake, was letting me know that you were going to attack.
He was fairly confident he'd said it out loud, though the sound never had reached his ears... Oh well.
"Oh? Bullets don' work on you? That seems rather unfair."
Was Rather.
"Had I shot an' it didn' drop you, would going up t' bat something built Ford tough have worked?"
Depends how much metal was exposed. He said as much.
"I hadn't wanted t' shoot yah. Even then I still wadn't a cold blooded killer."
That made one of them. He'd done more than his share of cold calculated killings since the collapse. A deranged part of his brain, obsessed with justice. An utterly arbitrary justice at that. An eye for an eye, where it had suited him. He did a lot with hot blood too. Mostly for friends.
"Better man than most out there then. The cold blooded ones tend to be the ones that live." Not very long. Not with the being Cafas had degenerated to.
Money was payed to the barkeep as drinks were given over the bar to the men. "So, what brings you here? Just the open mic?"
"There was a little snow here, too, when that guy almost walked into you. It landed on my arm."
No snow there now, but then, such was the nature of snow in contact with warm things.
"So, it was probably you. I know I can't do anything with snow. Unless your room can make weather out here?"
Couldn't argue with that logic. "Nah the danger room doesn't work like that. All self contained. Probably for the best too. Seems there's more to you than you thought Aiden."
Cafas felt like Aiden was over reacting to this news. It almost seemed to have triggered a fully fledged panic attack. Aiden stood, very obviously not thinking straight. If he did a runner (which Cafas suspected he would) he could get himself into a lot of trouble in that state of mind.
A small amount of leadership training had been given to him since he joined the X-men, and it happened to be just enough. When someone is panicking, there is no room for sympathy or being nice, they needed direct orders. That was his understanding anyway, and it had always been true in his experience.
"Aiden, sit down, now." He didn't raise his voice, the change was in his tone. a little more forceful, and a ring to it that suggested it wasn't optional.
"Take a deep breath, calm down." Cafas turned to Persi, who was between Aiden and the door. "Don't let him past you, if he leaves he's going to get himself in trouble, maybe hurt, maybe dead."
Cafas didn't shift from his position, but he fixed Aiden with a glare Tywin Lanister could be proud of.
Cafas chose a table that was a bit out of the way. Neither Persi nor Aiden seemed to be comfortable around... Well, anyone. He distributed pizzas to their respective owners.
Cafas looked at his, rather pleased with his order. The peppers, he could tell already, were not the run of the mill jalapeno or red peppers they put on pizzas. No, these were a cut above. He simultaneously looked forward to and already regretted what he was about to do. He took a slice and took a bite. Yup, good order.
"I didn't know you could make it snow."
Oh man that pepper had just been lying in wait! That was hot!
"What are you talking about?"
Chew chew swallow, marvel at the heat of the peppers for a moment in bliss.
"Actually I think I noticed that too,in the danger room. Might have just been the room though, I don't know how to set the weather and stuff." Take another bite, be in more pain, enjoy all of it. Cafas had not at all noticed any snow while they were in the store. The air con could have stood to go up a few degrees though.
Ham and Pineapple was a staple of the pizza world. Cafas had half expected something crazy from Persi, given his apparent "against the grain" attitude, but pizza was kind of just one of those things, the staples were staples for a reason. Well that was easy then, now for Aiden. Cheese? Okay then.
Wow these guys are really pretty simple for pizza...
How much cheese? Well... that was kind of complicated. He thought for a second about the best way to phrase what he had to say. On the one hand it was super tasty, on the other... Well. "Some say the perfect amount, some say too much."
Depends on how much you like being able to take a dump really...
"I tend to think they do it pretty well. Tastes great anyway." Now all he had to do was approach the counter and order. He should probably also decide what he was going to have too. Oh god, he had not thought about it at all and he was just about to be served. Well, split second decisions could be great!
Buy some time man, I'm working as fast as I can.
"Yeah can I grab a large ham and pineapple, uh," Cafas turned to Aiden, "You wanted cheese yeah? Final answer?" He'd give Aiden a second to think as he made his order.
Battle stations, we failed the preparation, time to see if we can blitz through on action alone!
"Large with sausage, mushroom, the hottest peppers you guys have, olives and roasted peppers. Red sauce." See, that didn't sound bad. Improv! He had spouted ingredients and it had formed something vaguely good sounding. Cafas had an estimate for the price, even if Aiden had thrown just about everything on his. He handed over a few bills. "Keep the change" Which was probably going to be 20% of the order, but whatever.
Persi and Aiden hopped into the cab. Cafas figure he'd answer Persi's question. Though the answer would likely be unsatisfactory. "I climbed up. They teach X-men and actors all kinds of stuff." then the cabby was back to talking his ear off about more famous people than him that had been in his cab before. Cafas was sure most of it was exaggeration, but one never knew.
Stupid public image.
The cab eventually rolled up to the given address. Cafas payed for the trip, tipped the driver and got out. He stretched his cramped muscles in the summer sun. He began walking toward the pizza place. "Come on guys, short walk and we'll be there." It took a few minutes walking. The cabby had just chosen the first spot he'd seen apparently.
The wonderful smell of pizza washed over him as he opened the door into the slightly crowded store. "Alright, who wants what?" He was thinking about what he was going to get. He really needed to work on establishing a 'usual order' so that he could skip the thinking portion.
Cheeky bastard. Cheeky, cute, wonderful, sweet bastard. Cafas got up from his seat and threw himself onto a bed. Flopping would be an accurate description of what he did. Then burying his face in the cool pillow for a second. Once that had warmed up, he flipped himself over. "I think I already packed that outfit."
There were two reasons that was a completely redundant statement. One, they had packed everything. Two, he didn't own one. "I could go without the costume though I guess." Cafas flipped himself out of bed, with all the grace he was capable of. Flip was the wrong word though. More like he reluctantly put his legs over the side and sealed the action with a jump to his feet.
Now, in character.
Cafas walked slowly over to Calley (all 4 steps), adopting a look halfway between concerned and seductive. He rested the back of one hand against Calley's forehead, as if checking for a fever. He withdrew his hand with a concerned tut. "Mr. Swartz, what are you doing up? You are far too hot to be out of bed. I really must insist you let me escort you back to bed and get you between some sheets." Sexy and seductive Cafas. He knew some fan girls who would simply die for that.
Cafas picked Calley gently up onto his feet, put an arm around him and walked him over to the bed, where he lay him down gently, fluffing his pillow. Sexy Nurse. Cheeky bastard got what he asked for.
Unfortunately, Cafas didn't think his bike was suitable for the task at hand. As such, he was forced to call a cab. Maybe he should get an actual car? No, that was a waste of money, he lived in New York City, heck, the bike wasn't so much transport as it was recreational.
The cab pulled up to the Mansion, Cafas took that as his cue. He was pretty sure he could hear Aiden too, speaking to someone. That would probably be Persi. He pushed off the ledge he was sitting on, landed and rolled, back on his feet. A few lessons here and there of parkour shouldn't go to waste. He'd had to learn it anyway, for CSI:NY.
"Righto lads, let's go. I know a place down near the park, does great pizza." Cafas got in the front seat of the cab and gave the rough address. The cabby nodded. Then proceeded with the usual tradition, small talk. "Near the park 'ey? You boys gonna go enjoy the nice weather then? It's really startin' to hot up."
Sighing would be rude. Cafas settled on replying. "Yeah, gonna go grab a slice. Maybe a walk in the park." Maybe a nice relaxing period spent in Air Con, who knew, really? "Say ain't you the fella from..."
Damn it...
"them shows in the mornin'? Doin' some movie or other. Hey that girl you got, nice catch."
Oh thank god.
"Yeah, yeah I am."
And that reminded the driver of a story. Thank God indeed.
Cafas shut the door and dropped the act almost instantly. Allison beat him to it. "Yeah, bit cliched but with any luck it'll open up a wider range of roles." Well, for him. Allison was kind of still the same character, just less clumsy. Cafas looked up and down the corridor. Noone else. "So... What now? I mean, we do have a photo shoot later. Coffee? That always goes well."
Yup, nothing bad could ever come of coffee.
He began walking towards the stairs. There was an elevator, but he saw no point in that. Waiting for it, getting in, waiting for it to go to every floor between that and yours that called it. The stairs were just faster, if a little more work. Plus far less awkward, you never had to stand next to someone for too long on the stairs, and if by chance you did have that happen, you could increase your pace. Stairs were great.
"Of course we could just go for a ride or something. Might be nice to avoid the cameras for a while. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but I'm really not." He really did not like the constant cameras. He might have to talk to CS or Shin about keeping paparazzi out of his way when he was doing the whole crime stopping thing.
"It's not about being good Persi, it's about having something that you have to be completely focused on. I know you like to draw, but you can't tell me that drawing doesn't allow for thought. Good will come with time and practice. Believe me, I sucked when I started, I've just been doing it for a long time." It felt longer every day. "And my name is Cafas."
Listening, often a helpful thing to do.
Now Aiden was padding over. The snow that had been in the air before seemed to have stopped, though he did think it got colder in the room as Aiden approached. Cafas checked the room temperature, and found nothing much in the way of an explanation, for either phenomenon. He glanced with a contemplative frown at Aiden but shook it off.
"Good, you and Persi go change into whatever you want, maybe a shower wouldn't go astray either, given you've been doing exercise. We'll go grab some pizza."
Cafas shut off the simulation. The room went back to looking like a high tech hangar. They had one of those around here too, though only the X-men were allowed in. In theory.
Cafas's disinterest was very clear. He made sure it was.
Oh look, a pen out of place.
Cafas picked it up and put it back into the pen cup. He straightened some more things; then glanced vaguely for a moment at Calley, as if determining why he was still there at all. A slight frown creased his face as he lent back in his chair and stared at his perfectly immaculate desk. His coffee was getting low too. Damn.
Oh bat your eyes all you like little kitty, I heard what you just said about the X-men.
Sip coffee, just to make sure the pause was long enough that he was getting freaked out. "Mr Swartz, you understand that the X-men are a respected part of the police force and participated in the riots wearing the same gear as every officer out there. Also batting your eyelashes at me will get you nowhere. That being said I would rather you called me sir than the other way round, so the next time I see you in here, you'd damn well better have your uniform on straight and ironed perfectly. I'll be watching you Swartz, you get one chance to prove yourself. One. Are we clear?"
If only the X-men were respected. I feel like somewhere along the line we became a joke. Still, we're necessary, we just haven't had any real work in a while.
Cafas let the act drop and smiled at Calley. "That speech came straight out of the movies, nicely done. Though your assessment of the X-men is just a little harsh on me. Kealey would kill you for the spandex comment too, just so you know. First she would break you, then she would kill you." Cafas smiled and looked around their room. It was back to the original furnishings and a whole heap of boxes, as well as Cafas' bags, the same one's he'd walked in with.
"So, who do you want next?" He knew the speech really probably wouldn't change the views of the guy he was meant to be playing, but how could he resist? "You've got this all wrapped up so long as I'm your interviewing officer." Colon capital 'P' in every word.
"If nothin' else the vision showed I'd be able to do much more than jus' survive in an apocalypse. But, only with a lot of hard work, sweat, an' blood. Much of it not mine."
Tell me about it...
Cafas sipped his scotch. He was starting to realise quite how cheap it was for how much he was paying. He'd known when he started too, but that was a while ago. He turned back to face the bar. "You could have painted a house with the blood my life cost me out there. Might have been less if it was just me I was trying to keep alive, but then, that's never really been me." Cafas took another sip.
Should really slow down.
"Thanks for not shooting me by the way. Not that it matters in the long run, bullets don't have much effect on me, but thanks anyway." Why was his drink gone again! Cafas motioned the barkeep over and turned to Michael. "Want another drink?"
Anyway, happy third.