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 certainly seemed familiar. He looked younger, but then, the dream had been years in the future. Cafas' foggy brain made some connections very quickly. He carried himself the same way. He seemed cleaner, but then, anyone would. It was all just too familiar to be coincidence. No he was being stupid, there was no way, it was just a dream.
"Road work ahead."
Apparently it was more than a dream. Cafas' brain cleared as he focused, trying to make sense of it all. Something really odd was going on. He knew the answer though. "Finally! I told the City about this mess three damn years ago!" Cafas smiled, finished his drink, put more money up on the counter, and received another drink in return.
Well I'll be damned.
"Michael Hunter? How the f***... That was a dream. Wasn't it?" Too far into his drinking to really care that he was half musing aloud. Also too confused. How? Dreams weren't real. Not unless this guy had jumped into his brain? Jumped into his dream? No, Verdy had been in it, and other people he'd never met. Why would this guy jump in for so little of the dream? It was beyond confusing.
The song ended. Cafas was with it enough to recognise that. It shook him out of his contemplation of the bottom of his glass. A few seconds later and a guy was leaning a guitar on the bar and taking a seat next to him. The guy ordered a beer, which was about as surprising as smog in New York City.
The guy looked at him briefly. He felt it more than saw. He supposed he must have caught it in his peripheral vision. Cafas was kind of used to it. X-men drew attention, actors drew attention, pink hair drew attention. If he wanted to avoid attention, he had made some seriously wrong choices in his life. Still, Cafas turned to get a better look at the guy.
Do I...
A frown of recognition crossed Cafas' face. He looked back to his drink, trying to piece his memory together past the haze of the day and the alcohol. No, couldn't be what he thought it was. That was a dream. Vividly real, felt like it had taken years, and from what he heard on the grape vine, similar to the dreams of others, but a dream none the less.
He took a sip. That turned into a mouthful, funny how that kept happening. Then his clouded brain figured, heck, you never knew. He turned back to the guy. "Have we met before? I feel like I recognise you." He left out the bit where the guy had shot at him.
Aiden set off up the gym floor. Persi was predictable. Cafas sighed. "Last time you were punching thin air and my hands. The air offers no resistance, and I know how to catch a punch to avoid injuring you. Today, you will be punching something a little more solid, so you stretch your hands and warm up your wrist."
Not that I imagine your wrist gets much time off.
Cafas was thankful that Aiden had started immediately. Of course he seemed reluctant to do the arm warm ups. He did do them though, so that was enough for Cafas. "You mess up the muscles and tendons in your hands and wrists, Persi, you won't be drawing, potentially ever again. You ruin you leg and it's going to make it very hard to climb trees, so off you go." Cafas looked away from his program set up to look at Persi expectantly.
He was not going to get irritated if the kid just stood there. He wasn't responsible if the kid failed to warm up and got himself injured. He shrugged and went back to work. the program wasn't making itself.
It had been a long day. There had been two call outs, with just enough time between to get Doc Prof to heal his broken nose. It was nice having a healer on hand, but that was pretty messed up, especially since he'd received a second in the next call out. Then he'd had to make stock for his store, put up with media attention as usual and CS still thought he'd needed to train in the danger room. He was feeling very sorry for himself, all things considered. The physical beating he'd taken was gone for the most part, but it left the mental strain with him.
So he found his way to a bar. They were having an open mic night, not that he payed much attention to it, but it was nice to have live music. Not that everyone was worth listening to. He was working his way through a scotch at the bar, trying to ignore how tired his brain was. Some guy was playing a country song. He didn't quite get it, but he suspected it was not about how much he loved New York. Something about it.
Another sip. Nope, that turned into finishing what was in his glass. Somehow money found its way onto the bar, to be swiftly replaced by another drink and some change, which he dropped into the tip glass. He really didn't need to pinch pennies. For that brief moment, he was back in the real world, then he was lost in his whiskey again.
Cafas didn't bother to argue. He had no idea what she was up to, but he assumed the last place Mike would look would be directly beside the door. The closer she was to danger, the farther she was from harm. Or something like that. Cafas propped Alli up next to the door and walked back into the room. He took the bag while he was out it. He'd felt something promising. A metal plate in the floor. Cafas lifted it and dropped the bag under it. He had a feeling it wasn't meant to be loose.
Then he placed himself, as near as he could tell, right in front of the door.
Outside the door, there was a commotion. Someone yelling. Cafas couldn't tell if it was Mike. A train took the opportunity to tear by, drowning out most sound. Suddenly the door burst open in a flurry of gunfire. Cafas grit his teeth and closed his eyes. Nothing happened. When he opened them blood was pooling out around Mike's slumped over body. He couldn't tell if he was still alive.
He didn't care. Cafas ran over to Allison and grabbed her. "Come on, maybe we can make it to the next service tunnel!" He picked her up in his arms and took two steps out the door. Then he stopped. The detective who had seen them was standing a few yards up the tunnel, the next pool of light over. He and his back up had guns leveled at them.
"End of the line. Put the girl down and get on your knees."
Cafas gently put Alli down. Then, with his hands behind his head, knelt down.
It wasn't the gunshots that caught his attention, he was starting to get used to them. No, it was the sound she made as the bullet struck her. He tried to stop, slid a few feet, and looked back. There on the ground, surrounded by a pool of light, was Allison. Blood was spreading around her alarmingly quickly.
"CJ!"
"ALLI!"
What was she doing? Before he had time to think too hard about it his feet were carrying him back to her. Bullets impacted around him still. Mike never had been much of a hot shot.
"Here. Run! I can delay him, just go."
He fell to his knees and slid over to her, thankful at once that adrenaline stopped the whole pain thing from being too bad.
"I'm not leaving you! Come on! Live or die, we're in this together!"
He slid his arms under hers and half carried, half dragged her toward the nearest door. Mike was walking now, laughing as he reloaded.
"You know CJ, you always were stupid. I told you the girl would be the end of you."
"Honour and stupidity are vastly different concepts Mike!"
Again, Mike laughed. Cafas continued to the door. He prayed it was open.
"Honour CJ? Honour is a farce. Loyalty is just a weakness, easy to exploit."
"No Mike, your shooting is a farce. Honour is a quality more valuable than gold. More valuable than this stupid backpack and everything in it!"
He yanked the door. It opened. Cafas pulled Allison in. He shut the door as they went in. The room they were in was dark. He didn't have time to look for the light switch.
"I'm sorry Alli. I'm sorry I got you into this. Just hold on. I'll get you out of here."
He said it, but he didn't know that he could live up to the promise. He felt along the wall as Mike's laughter drew nearer outside the door. Too late, Cafas realised the room they were in had no other exit. A glorified maintenance storage room. Dead end.
The blank danger room really just looked like a really high tech aircraft hangar. For small aircraft (which was still an impressive size). Cafas dragged Persi in and left him in the main simulation area. Once Aiden was in, the door closed and locked. He assumed that was so none of the students could walk in on a simulation and get hit by anything.
"That hardly surprises me. I doubt you have the slightest idea what hard light is. Not like with all those nice drawings of yours anyone would expect you to understand science fiction." Sarcasm, as far as the eye could see. "Except it isn't fiction, it just takes mutants and a whole damn lot of funding to make it happen. Now, you two stay here." Cafas moved off to the controls, safely tucked away from the simulation. He supposed that was a wise precaution.
Cafas switched on the microphone and went to work on the control interface. He had what he wanted put together pretty quickly. It was a nice simple UI really, and if you knew how to code it you could do some pretty impressive stuff. His knowledge was far from complete, but he knew enough.
"Alright, you two start warming up, and don't be too freaked out by the room, it takes a little getting used to." As he said that the scene shifted into an indoor basketball court. It was pre-made, so it was easy enough to load for warm ups. "Jog lengths. Persi, before you protest, this is to stop your muscles and tendons getting damaged. I want you to stretch your fingers and warm up your arms as you do so." He spawned in a generic person to show them how to do that. "If you like drawing at all, or gaming, these ones are pretty much the most important to do."
From what he could tell Mike had hit someone. Cafas was sorry, but not sorry enough to stop running. Mike didn't want to catch them. He wanted to kill them. Cafas ran down the stairs to the platform, streaking passed people. There was a train at the platform, but the doors were already closing. Not an option. He did the only thing he could think to do.
He could somehow the Police weren't far behind Mike. Not that it helped them at all. They couldn't afford to get caught by either group. Cafas hit the edge of the platform at a full sprint as the train began to move, clearing a gap behind it.
He jumped, sailed through the air, landed, and kept running. He was now desperate. It was obvious to anyone who looked at him. Not that many people would, down in a subway tunnel. It was completely black in the tunnel but for the safety lights, marking service platforms. Cafas kept running, Allison right behind him.
Cafas planted his hand on the door before Persi could close it and pushed against it, keeping it open. "The mistake you made is entering a contest of strength with me. You would have been better served trying to get out the window." And with that stated, he put a hand behind Persi and pulled him through the door.
"Come on Aiden." Cafas pushed the door fully open and motioned for Aiden to follow him. Cafas thought about giving Persi a chance to walk himself to the danger room. Then he laughed internally at his own optimism and began to pull Persi to the danger room. "See, Aiden gets an easier time of it, because unlike you, when I told him he had to do this, he, however reluctantly, realised it was probably going to be easier just to go with it."
Which of course meant Aiden got more liberties, like Cafas actually taking an interest in making sure he wasn't over working him, and not being manhandled between locations.
The Danger room door, as ever, was locked. Cafas went through the stupid protocols with it. Only X-men could open it. He supposed that was to stop the students killing themselves in it... Or doing other, weirder things.
"Between that and getting hit with a brick, I think the joke was more painful." Cafas was running after Saph. He didn't need to look back to know what was happening. He knew they probably had a hundred strong contingent of the rioters after them. He knew at least one of them could fire projectiles too. He discovered that as something sot and small smashed into his arm. The plating there spared him some of it, but the searing pain told him it had breached.
"AAAAAAAAAARGH!" He dropped the metal bar from the pain, and began ripping at the sleeve with his other hand. He found a purchase on the sleeve and tore it off. The protective plastic armouring in it had a hole bored right through it. He threw the sleeve away and beat the glowing ball of... Something, off his arm. Ahead he spied a fire escape, an upturned dumpster and an opportunity.
"Saph, we gotta try for the fire escape!"
Cafas put on a burst of speed, concentrating hard. He jumped off a small staircase leading to a door, onto the dumpster, and lunged for the fire escape. He grabbed it with his non shield hand.
The ladded came down to street level, and Cafas began climbing. He hoped it was Saph that had just made the ladder rattle below him. He stopped to check halfway up the stairs to the next level.
He was walking, watching around himself. He started relaxing. It was looking good. He even began to let himself feel hopeful. They seemed to have gotten away. His pace relaxed properly, though he stayed on alert. People passed them without any notice, too busy with their lives, or the police behind them.
They were standing, waiting for a walking light, when Cafas caught a guy's eye by accident. He smiled and nodded politely. The man though, he held his gaze. His face shifted ever so slightly, but Cafas noticed. His eyes went wide, the recognition it the man's face was unmistakable.
He didn't say anything, he just grabbed Alli and sprinted across the road, narrowly avoiding traffic. He got halfway across when he noticed the officer in front of him. He'd noticed. In a flash his gun was drawn.
"FREEZE!"
Cafas wasn't going down that easy though. He pulled Allison with him as he began running up between lanes of traffic. The light behind them changed and the cars came to a stop, allowing them to dodge between the cars. The cops couldn't risk hitting the civilians.
He hadn't noticed in time, the man waiting for them when he turned into the subway station.
"Nowhere to go now C.J."
Mike.
Cafas ran down the stairs, dragging Alli with him, vaulted a turnstile as Mike began firing.
A few minutes passed and Cafas thought nothing of it. He really didn't mind that much. A couple minutes really didn't bother him that much. He was starting to calm down, in fact. He leaned against the wall for a minute so longer, fiddling with a thread sticking out of his shirt. Some girl passed him and smiled flirtily. She looked about his age, which raised the question of why she was at the mansion. He smiled back, if only to be polite. she was nice enough on the eyes, but there was Calley to consider. Luckily she kept walking, so he avoided that awkward conversation.
Another couple of minutes and he raised an eyebrow in the direction of the door. They sure were taking their time. It was starting to get ludicrous. Still, some time to himself was nice. He ventured a guess that Persi was just being a smart ass, and he had his doubts that Aiden wanted to be the first out the door, given how self conscious he seemed.
Give it a minute or two more.
A few more minutes and they were taking a lot longer than he had given them. Cafas was unimpressed, but he figured he knew who was causing the delay. "Persi, get out here, now!" His voice clearly gave away how annoyed he was getting with the constant delays Persi was making for him. Seriously, he tried to teach the kid how to not get his head kicked in and this was how he got repaid.
Clothes changed, backpack swapped, corridor to explore. Cafas half jogged down the corridor and checked around the corner. More corridor, and if he was not mistaken, sunlight. He motioned Allison to follow him, then walked towards the light. They seemed to be in some sort of apartment complex, fronted by some form of store. They were coming from the laundry, walking quickly.
The store turned out to be a cafe of sorts. Cafas walked through calmly, eyes forward, not making eye contact, but not looking away, Like he knew where he was going, and wasn't in the mood for distractions. He was offered none. No one so much as looked at him. He excited with the tinkle of a bell above the door. How quaint.
He merged into the flow of pedestrians, the police cruisers on the street behind them. No one noticed. they were just two New Yorkers, fading into the crowd. "Keep close Alli, and be ready to run." He gave her an easy, calm smile, belying how nervous he was. He had to keep cool, for both of them.
He could make out no sign of Mike as he wandered through the crowd. He was checking around, making sure they weren't being followed, making sure there were no cops, making sure Mike wasn't there. He kept it as casual as he could. Not that it mattered, you could look as shifty as you wanted, New Yorkers didn't care. They wouldn't notice you.
"No problem." Cafas looked around. It was late, dinner was done, and the conversation seemed to have ground to a halt. "Well, probably time to head to bed, I get little enough sleep as it is." Cafas smiled at Aiden and stood up, stretching. He suddenly felt a lot more tired than he had before.
Must be the chocolate.
"Night Aiden. Keep safe, and remember, you're not your genetics, you're not your mutation, you are what you make yourself." Cafas smiled, nodded to the kid and walked out of the kitchen. He padded back up the stairs, climbed the stairs, walked to his door and went inside. He couldn't tell, in the dark, if Calley was there.
Guess I'll find out in the morning.
He brushed his teeth, washed his face, threw most of his clothes into the laundry pile, then fell into bed, pulling the covers over his boxers clad body. The spring air still wasn't warm enough to sleep without them, which he was acutely aware of as it blew in the perpetually open window. "Night Calley."
