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.
Cafas continued to drag Persi inside, all the way back to his room. He let go, then turned to look at the boys. "I want you out here, short sleeves and shorts in 5 minutes. If you have a water bottle, grab that." Cafas stepped aside to let them into their room.
Like herding cats, honestly...
Cafas spent the time waiting by plotting what sort of program he'd be running. Well, he'd have to show Aiden the punches, but the kid seemed bright enough that he might actually be able to learn them with minimal moaning, and in less time than Persi took. Annoying brat.
Something that encourages them to do what I tell them to.
When four minutes had passed Cafas banged on the door. "Sixty seconds." He leaned against the wall and waited, nodding to the people he knew as they walked past. He wished he could just be teaching Calley. At least Calley wasn't a completely insufferable brat. Or just Aiden. But he'd gotten himself into this.
The alley, with all its lovely boxes for jumping over and getting in the way of the slightly clumsier cops in pursuit. Around a corner. And there was a door they could use. Alli was already trying to open it. The door swung inward and Cafas pulled Allison in after him, closing the door behind them. It might just fool the cops.
He pulled Allison into an adjoining room and shut the door to that too. Footsteps ran by outside as he stripped down to his Calvin Kliens and threw on his new clothing. It was, thankfully, completely different. He completed the new outfit with a baseball cap, which he pulled low over his eyes.
"Now we just have to sneak back onto the street without being noticed, and hope the backpack doesn't give us away." He couldn't get rid of the bag, neither of them could afford that to happen at this point. He stowed the old clothes in a bin in one corner of the room.
Cafas tried the only other door in the room. It lead into a corridor, with doors on both sides along its length, ending at a corner up ahead. The cops would be doubling back any minute now, so they had to hurry.
"I have no intention of going anywhere near her again,"
"Smart move. But unfortunately, life gets in the way of plans like that an awful lot." Like his plan to never see Meld again after his first experience. That went poorly. Or his plan not to kill people ever again... Well, that one was kind of his fault... repeatedly.
"I've never paid much attention to the news, but the name does sound familiar."
It aught to be familiar, with the amount of killing she had done, and how publicly she had done it. It was a wonder the judge hadn't killed her yet. Though not for lack of trying he was sure. "Yeah well, she's potentially worse that Isabel just for pure insanity." At least, so his experiences of her told him.
"There aren't people like that here, are there?"
"What, at the home base of the X-men? No, there aren't. At least none so sloppy or insane, because we haven't noticed them." Cafas was fairly confident that aside from him, Saph and Calley, there weren't too many murderers at the mansion. Then again, it was hard to tell, especially with the sort of turnover they had in the way of residents.
Persi was being a brat, how surprising. Cafas merely smiled at him when the pine cone struck him. It barely hurt, compared to some of the stuff Cafas had been through. "Kid, I'm an X-man, I was on riot duty, you're going to need to do better than that." Bricks hurt, Molotov cocktails REALLY hurt, and pieces of rock golem hurt, pine cones... Well, pine cones thrown by kids with below average athletic ability were nearly funny by comparison.
Yeah he's going to dawdle I'm sure.
Cafas didn't give him a chance to waste any more time, he walked over, fastened a hand around Persi's upper arm and began to drag him out of the forest. "Come on Aiden, let's get back to the mansion." Cafas picked the direction he was sure the Mansion was in and turned that way.
Little s*** forces this stuff on himself.
It took a little while, but eventually they were back out of the forest. Cafas headed for the door. "Remember what I said about the danger room? Well, today you get to find out just how fun the danger room can be."
That was the last straw for Cafas' balance. the start he got from that information ensured his chair tipped just that little beyond the point of no return. He fell to the ground with a crash. It hurt a little, but he laughed it off. It took the edge off hearing about Isabel just a little.
He stood and brushed himself off, stood the chair back up, and sat down again. "Well, I've never met her personally but her reputation precedes her. It's probably wise to not annoy her if you ever come across her again. See, I know Aura personally. I imagine you've seen enough of the news to know who she is." Gods knew everyone else did.
Cafas was quite happy Aiden had come to the Mansion. The last thing that they needed was impressionable young people spending time with Aura and Isabel. In fact, the less people who came in contact with that pair, the better.
Cafas felt like there was a connection he was missing. Something about Isabel, and Allison. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. Still, he was sure he'd make the connection at some point, so he ignored it for now.
Well this was clearly not working. Cafas shrugged to himself as he stepped out and walked up. He'd tried. "Never mind Aiden, did your best mate. Persi, get down here, because right now you're not just wasting your own time you're also wasting Aiden's." Cafas glared at the disobedient twerp, daring him to try something, and see exactly where it got him.
I know you're going to, and that's a one way trip right there buster.
Cafas really didn't know what the kid's problem was, aside from being a self absorbed middle class brat, as most emos seemed to be. The exact sort of people who truly had very little to complain about in the long run. With the defiance he had to stay at the mansion, Cafas was pretty sure he had no home to go to. Well neither did Cafas, in fact, his parents had tried to kill him, and he wasn't being a sulky brat about it.
Well, you were for a while, but not to this extent. Closer to Aiden really.
Speaking of Aiden, he was really not looking too good. Cafas turned to give him a closer inspection. "See, I told you to wear a T-shirt. When we get back to the mansion, you're changing. No ifs ands or buts, because if you're overheating doing this, you'll die doing the lesson." He looked on the verge of fainting anyway.
Cafas tugged his backpack tighter. It had come a little loose from the landing. Allison took his hand and they were off and running. Clouds of dust rose from the gravel as they churned it up. "He's gotta make it across that gap in there, maybe that'll buy us som..." He ducked and stumbled as more bullets ricocheted off the surfaces around them. "The again, maybe not.
Gasping for breath he vaulted a vent and skidded to a halt behind the feeble cover it provided. He searched the roof for somewhere to go. He spotted what looked to be the top of a stairwell. "There!" He pointed and began running through the hail of fire that Mike was laying down, still in the window. Cafas slid around the corner of the stairwell and tried the door. It was open, mercifully.
Cafas took Allison's hand again and started down the stairs three at a time. When they hit the ground floor they could go no further down. He burst through a door. They were standing in a clothing store of some kind. Cafas streaked through, grabbing a few items that seemed like they would fit. Maybe they could throw off the pursuit if they changed outfits. He stowed the new outfits up his shirt. didn't want to give away the disguises.
Another alley opened up across the street, slightly offset from the other. The only problem was that right as they got onto the street cop cars pulled up right in front of them. Cafas slid across the hood of one, kicking the door shut as an officer tried to get out, and making for the alley. "We gotta shake these guys!"
"Yeah, well, I was mostly joking when I made the suggestion to the producer who'd come to offer Allison the part. He gave me the part though. Right place at the right time I suppose." Cafas closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He'd have been looking at the ceiling if he had his eyes open.
"Yeah, that was the place."
"Personally, I think the good people are just a little bit insane, considering some of the, er, worrisome people."
"You're not the only one mate. Believe me, that place is all kinds of bad news. It's too deep in gang territory for the police to touch it too. That's the unfortunate thing, those crazy bastards are untouchable." Cafas shook his head, which played with his delicate balancing act something awful. He barely kept it steady, using one foot under the table to stop himself tilting any further back.
The jolt of Allison grabbing his arm nearly wrenched his grip off the catwalk. He held though, for both their sake. Cafas gritted his teeth, screwed his eyes up and, with a sound halfway between grunting and yelling from the exertion, half threw Allison over the edge, pulling himself up after. He looked back in time to see Mike leveling his gun from the doorway.
Sparks flew off the metal around them.
"Run!"
Naaaaah, thought I might just chill out here for a while.
Cafas was back on his feet and running, looking desperately for somewhere to go. They were ultra exposed on the catwalks. There was only one other door off their level. It was across the other side of the room from them. The only path they could take to it would make them run all the way around the perimeter. It was suicide. Cafas looked ahead in time to narrowly avoid tripping on a pipe laying across the walkways.
He didn't see a great deal of options. Ahead was nothing but another giant window, exactly like the ones streaking along beside them. He could see a shadow through the dirt tinted glass, about a floor below them. He could see what they had to do. He didn't like it, but he could see it.
"Through the window at the end!."
"Are you crazy!?!"
"Maybe, but it's the only option we have!"
Cafas hit the end of the catwalk, took a running leap, pushed off the handrail, which he had cleared with relative ease, with one foot. He lost no momentum at all. He shut his eyes and brought his arms up to shield his face. Glass exploded outward as he hit it, leaving him back outside in the sunlight, sailing through the air with a shower of glass.
He maneuvered as he fell, got in position, rolled as he hit the rooftop, and turned to see if Allison was with him.
"Better stuff? No, something like that's going to brand you as the character forever. Anything popular does that. This kind of popular does it even more."
"I dunno, the kids that did that wizard series have turned out okay. Granted the girl is having way better success, but she was better than the other two anyway. Still, you're a stronger man than I if someone offers you over a million dollars to play a part in a movie and you turn them down." That was a lot of money, and he knew that it could set him up pretty cosy for life if he played his cards right. At a certain point, taste and perceived 'standards' had to be set aside for the chance to build the life you wanted.
Not that being adored by 13 year olds is really what I wanted, but, small price to pay for a financially stress free life.
"Normal or not, old enough or not, it still looked better at the time than the tour she offered."
"She offered a tour? What, at the Sanctuary? Yeah don't blame you not wanting to stick around there if that was the case. Nice enough place, just the people that hang out there that tend to be a bit worrisome. Still, some good people are there." Cafas watched as the kid finished the last of his pudding. It was vaguely interesting to note that the kid had left the sanctuary though. Clearly he had run into someone well known for their exploits.
"Yeah he did. It didn't go so well for him. My advice, don't try it." Because reflexes were just one of those things that would be difficult to control, and Persi had got lucky that he'd only been hit in the stomach. Lucky that Cafas had more than enough time to temper his response.
Springy needles formed a carpet over the hard, dry ground underfoot. Cafas watched them intently, searching for discrepancies in the greens and browns of the forest floor. It was Aiden that noticed something tangible first, however. Cafas crouched in the dappled sunlight filtering through the branches above and inspected the naked patch of the otherwise moss coated root.
He wasn't much of a tracker, having not needed to learn the skill ever, but he could tell that it was recent. The moss that had fallen off still vibrant green and springy, golden sap still gently leaking from the shallow scrapes on the root itself. "Well, it's sure better than nothing." Cafas looked into the semi-shadows ahead, spotting an exposed patch of dark brown dirt. So, they had a direction.
He stood, startling a bird from its midday roost. He forged on in his best estimation of the direction their quarry had headed. He walked gently as he could, avoiding fallen branches and other unnecessarily noisy objects. He'd walked for a few minutes like this, semi-stealth, when something caught his attention. A pine cone falling to the ground a few dozen yards ahead. He only saw it thanks to the briefest of gaps in the trees and branches.
Gotcha!
Cafas stepped gently behind another tree and motioned Aiden ahead. In a low voice he muttered "Think we've found him, go get him down." as the boy passed. He'd try to stay out of sight behind the thick, rough pillar of the pine, limited to his hearing for assessment of the situation.
"Hey man, I'm loaded, what do I care." Cafas laughed as he pivoted on one foot and rammed the other into a rioter's throat. The guy gasped, stunned, for the briefest moment, before Cafas put his lights out.
Cafas glanced over at the newcomer in his partial uniform. "I don't know that he's MRD. When was the last time you saw MRD blow someone apart like he did to that stone thing. If that thing was just under the control of a mutant, don't you think we'd have seen another by now?" Cafas pushed back the crowd, pepper spray and rubber bullets getting the police a good few feet more ground.
"Batter up"
The mutant C.S. passed him flipped through the air, landed, and received a metal pipe to the head. Out like a light. Cafas had to assume he was still alive, as the glow around his hands and feet was still there.
“We need to separate the parties or else things are only going to get worse.”
"Then take your crystal trick there, and apply it to pushing these guys back." Not just flinging them bloody everywhere. Cafas was momentarily pushed back. someone had hit him hard. Someone else decided that now would be the time to lob something very large at the police.
"INCOMING!"
The dumpster flew through the air, sailing right for two officers nearby. Cafas Sprinted over to them, threw them out of the way and winced, prepared for the drain that was about to be put on his energy. He raised one exposed hand.
When it hit his body went into autopilot. The metal dumpster melted around him. He contained it to just enough to let him not get hit. Even still, it was a lot of metal. The walls of the dumpster were rather thick, and it landed and rolled, forcing him to melt it in half.
He stood, head to toe covered in metal. it solidified as an idea formed. He made enough holes in the metal covering his face to breathe and see, then went to work. He played with the properties of the metal covering him until he was totally covered in metal, and could still move uninhibited (mostly). It was heavy, but as he discovered when a brick struck him, it was effective. "Anyone see who threw that?"
No epiphany from Persi? Bummer. Cafas kept walking. Somewhere in this useless forest was a kid in thorough need of respect. Cafas peered into the trees and sighed, resigning himself to the search. "Well, let's start at that good spot then." Cafas followed Aiden until they arrived at the supposed most likely spot. Well, so much for most likely.
I guess just pick a direction now...
"He decided he wanted to mouth off at me, and I decided I aught to teach him how to defend himself for when he inevitably does that with someone dangerous. This was the only way to make sure I had enough authority to make him do it. He hasn't done himself any favours since either. Well, there was the one time he tried to hit me, that was ballsy, if stupid." Cafas set off looking, because he thought he heard something that direction, and he frankly had no other clues.
Fingers crossed.
"Keep your eyes out for signs of recent human activity. Footprints, scuffs that aren't full off pine needles yet, that sort of thing. Once we find him, try to convince him to come down. Might help if you don't mention I'm here."
Shot's rang out in the alley. They narrowly missed the fleeing pair, impacting into the door frame as they ran into the building. Cafas slammed the door and shoved a table against it to hold it shut. "That won't hold him for long, quick, up the stairs!" Cafas grabbed Allison by the hand and began running up onto the second floor of what seemed like some form of semi industrial offices. They got up two more floors before they could go no further, the stairs up had fallen.
Thinking quickly and breathing hard Cafas looked around the room. Another door, leading, from what he could tell, parallel with the alleyway.He rammed his shoulder into the door. The latch blew out of the flimsy wooden door and the rest swung open as Cafas stumbled through it. "Through here, go go go!"
They were standing inside a warehouse, up on catwalks, three floors above the floor. Below was what clearly had once been a factory and storage facility of some sort. Dirty sunlight spilled in through huge, filth encrusted windows. They started running along the rubbish and crate strewn catwalk. Dodging, vaulting, running, checking behind them.
The rattling was clearly too much for a section of the catwalk. They were mere feet from it when it gave out and fell, knocking into the one running parallel below them. It kept falling, crashing to the ground. "Alli! Jump!"
They leaped off the catwalk simultaneously. Cafas flew through the air, hand extended for the opposite section of catwalk. His hand met metal and clasped shut, jerking him to a stop, one hand holding the catwalk, now his only lifeline.
Climbing trees? Wonder how often he does that? Bit old for it, but whatever.
Cafas waited for Aiden to get changed. When he finally managed to find something to wear and opened the door, Cafas was feeling even less amused than before. Seriously? did the kid have some phobia of his own arms? Because that would be both weird and perpetual inconvenient.
"In answer of your earlier question, because I think some competition would do Persi good, and I think it might do you some good too. Plus, you're a good guy, I figure I can probably trust you not to abuse what I'm teaching you." He decided that standing there was not getting Persi any closer to being found. He was very glad he'd started early. "Come on, let's go find Persi. Maybe he's had an attitude shift. Never know your luck."
Cafas knew his luck pretty well as far as he could tell though, so he doubted Persi had come to some epiphany about his own bratiness. Cafas wandered outside at a casual pace. No point rushing, they would finish when he decided they were done anyway. "So, any idea which tree to start with?"
