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 was breathing hard, feet flying along the cement, legs pumping hard. A bullet whizzed past his ear, and he couldn't help but flinch, he was, after all, only human. He was headed for the mouth of an alley. It wouldn't fool anyone, no-one would lose them, but it would stop the cops following them in cars.
"Keep up Alli!" The desperation was just setting in, slightly tingeing his normally confident voice. He tore off the balaclava as he rounded the corner, tossed it in an open dumpster. More bullets exploded against the wall of the alley, but they weren't from the cops, no, those were Mike's bullets.
"How could he betray us! All our planning, all our work and he rats us out and tries to kill us!" The anger was clear in his voice. Cafas vaulted a stack of wooden crates and kept running. He turned around and saw Allison on his heels. Thank god she got out of there. Over the crates he watched red and blues rip past the mouth of the alley. They'd probably be waiting wherever it let out.
Ahead he could see a chain-link fence, easily ten feet tall. He didn't know if Alli could make it over. He skidded to a stop in front of it, turned, cupped his hands and prepared to launch her over. He'd pulled ahead slightly, Alli was still a few metres behind him. He could hear more footsteps coming up the alleyway. If they were lucky, it was the cops... He doubted it though.
Cafas honestly wished he hadn't had to stoop to that level. The kid didn't listen though, and had no respect, so he had to be brought down, because otherwise he'd end up in far more trouble than he was already.
The rest of the lesson went by at a rage fuelled but ultimately rather disciplined pace. Not much out of the kid after that point. Cafas had to give him props for that, and for putting in the effort. Heck, he put in more than Cafas would have asked. He covered the same punches as last time (which though the kid seemed unlikely to admit it, he was improving at) and taught him elbowing as well, seeing as he was keen to learn it. Or to use it, anyway.
Thank god for that.
When Cafas felt they'd done enough (A little early) he took a step back, grabbed the sketchbook out of the tree and extended it towards Persi. "That was good Persi. Look. That was low, earlier, I'm sorry. And I'm sorry I hit you. You asked for today's, but the others were genuine accidents. I know you don't want to do this, and that's fine, but you're doing well, really you are. Plus, taking a swing at me was pretty ballsy." Cafas smiled. He knew it probably wouldn't matter but, well, there you had it.
"Look, next lesson is going to be about active dodging and footwork. This stuff will be in it, but that's the focus. Anyway, you're done, enjoy the rest of your day."
Cafas took a step back, and pressed the send button on his phone. Persi would find his pencil case in his room.
Well, that worked too. "Good enough. Now look down and think, are you going to be able to get back in and strike fast enough to stop it being obvious? Are you far enough away to turn and run? The answer to both is no, and your reach certainly isn't long enough against mine. So here' what's about to happen, you're going to do what I tell you too, or I fail you. Know what happens when you fail boarding school?" Cafas took a steep in and put his hand firmly on Perci's shoulder. He got his face nice and close, glaring right into the brat's eyes. "They kick you out."
Which is in theory true.
He removed his hand and stepped a tiny bit back. "Now, guard up, in stance and do it properly." Cafas really didn't know why they bothered with some people. This kid really needed to grow up, what was he, fifteen? Sixteen? He acted thirteen. Cafas considered telling him so. He decided that was likely unnecessary, he imagine others had done it for him by now.
"Kind of figured things hadn't worked out great for you. Not many of us are here because things did go well." Cafas was working on keeping his chair balanced. He supposed they could all use a bit more luck in their lives. Well, not him, he'd done pretty well recently, but others in the mansion certainly.
Well I wish he hadn't recognised it...
"The very same. May it serve as a lesson to you, read the source material before signing anything. I've sold my soul now though, so may as well stick with it. The money is pretty good, so really not much to complain about. Cafas shrugged in a very 'such is life' sort of way. "Plus, you know, if the movie goes well I might get to do some better stuff." Like action movies, or, you know, fade back into obscurity.
Obscurity might be nice. Living so publicly is starting to suck.
So Allison was still okay. Well, that was good. "I don't really think the word normal has ever applied to Allison, but I don't recall her making me that offer. Granted I'm old enough to get it done myself." He had even considered it more than once. "I don't think it is though."
While Persi's eyes were closed Cafas took a moment to place the book as high in the tree as his height would allow him. He then walked over to the prone form of the brat. Cafas hauled him to his feet, a little less gently this time. He then smiled ruefully at the kid. "We're gonna do some more ducking." Cafas glared down the kid, eyes flickering a rather dangerous colour of pink, they matched his hair quite nicely, really.
"More accurately, you are going to practice ducking, and I'm going to take swings at you to make sure you do it. You can elect not to do it, but you'd be stupid if you did." Because Cafas was a little mad, and more than a little willing to hit the kid again. "Maybe one day, if you pay attention, you might land a blow on me."
Unlikely, but perhaps.
Cafas took a slight step back and gently threw a shot. It wouldn't do much but push his head to the side if he didn't duck, but Cafas did make sure he was aiming for the spot his first punch had hit the kid last lesson. He'd have gone faster, but it was a warm up exercise, and he didn't want the kid to snap a tendon.
Cafas was getting thoroughly sick of waiting by the time the door opened. He could hear the movement inside, which didn't help any. The sunglasses that greeted him made him resist the urge to place his palm firmly onto his face. "Hi Aiden. So clearly you're Persi's room mate. Well, do you know where he is? He'd required for class."
Hmm, he could use a partner too.
"So are you, so help me find him. Welcome to Remedial Gym. Mostly self defense training, and you've been signed up. If you do well at this and pass gym next semester too, I'll see to it that this counts as extra credit." He looked over the clothes Aiden was wearing. It would not do at all. Persi he could stand to torture with the heat, Aiden seemed like a good kid so far. "And grab a t-shirt and shorts or something dude, you're gonna want them."
"I have a few things, dunno, don't get as much free time as I'd like so I've forgotten a few of them. Considering switching to a computer though. My X-box has got me through a lot though." He had to think about what games he had anyway. "I have most of the big games from the last few months, though I've played maybe three of them, and a heap of old ones."
As for Allison. Well, yeah that sounded like it could be her. Not like new glasses would even cut into the money they had from the movie. As for how he knew her. "Oh, we're both in the movie "Dusk". We see each other pretty rarely these days, but I imagine that's about to end, we're going into full publicity mode." Cafas shrugged. There was always the chance they wouldn't see that much of each other then either, she might not show up. Still, they were being offered quite a bit of money for interviews.
More than we need anyway.
"How was she anyway?" He'd be interested to know if anything had happened since they'd last seen each other at the panel.
Cafas was terribly unamused with Persi. More so than usual. The kid had already earned himself a danger room session, so putting Cafas in a worse mood with him had been unwise.
I'm gonna make sure his a** gets kicked
Cafas strode up the hallway to the door of Persi's room. He figured he'd start the highly annoying search for him there. He could almost guarantee he wouldn't find the kid there, but it was better than nothing, plus it might provide clues. He also knew the kid had a room mate, so that might make the job a little easier.
He reached the door pretty quickly. He knocked on the door gently. He'd hate to give the game away if the kid was there. Better to act like he wasn't him when looking for the kid, or he may just not find him. He'd never open the door for Cafas.
"I am well aware of my status as a land mammal. As for looking stupid, you know, says the kid who attacked his self defense instructor. How's the ground down there?" Cafas chose to ignore the earlier comment in favour of planning the danger room sim they'd be using next time. He absentmindedly browsed the sketchbook while he was at it.
"Whenever you're ready to get up is fine by me. Just remember, I can keep you for as long as needs be after class, and for every minute you spend slacking off, I'm adding a minute to that total." He continued circling, because frankly he didn't care what the kid thought of the action.
He knew he would likely have to pick the kid up again. He didn't enjoy the fact, in fact it really quite annoyed him, but he put up with it for now. He may have to provide extra motivation at some point, but playing all his cards too soon was a bad idea.
Persi could likely not have made a worse decision if he'd tried. Cafas trained every day his reflexes were honed as good as they were ever getting, and he had fighting instincts built in over the years. He didn't even think about what he was doing, he just went into action.
Catch the elbow, step out of the way, use the force in the swing to spin Perci around and drive the heel of his hand into the kid's stomach. He was still in control, he still knew how to work non-lethally, how to temporarily incapacitate, so he went with that. He gave the kid's arm a firm tug and knocked his feet out, sending him belly first onto the ground.
Idiot. Interesting though. He clearly does have some fight in him, and enough anger to harness somehow..
"Now, see, that was stupid. Good move though, elbowing. It's great, even if they do bring you in too close to step out again quickly. Good power too, so I see the training last time hasn't all gone to waste." It was just well and truly not fast enough. Especially when said someone was focusing on you.
Cafas hadn't even dropped the sketchbook.
"You're going to need to train a lot more to get me with that though. A better opener is something to stun the person, a quick shot to the face. Didn't I teach you that last time? Jab, jab, hook? Elbow can be substituted for the hook, though that can be a little more lethal." He kept circling. Now though, he was smiling. The fact the kid tried to fight him made him happy.
Books and Games. Cafas could get behind that! "Sweet. I'm a Tolkien fan myself, I like other Authors, but Tolkien takes the top spot. As for games, RPGs like The Elder Scrolls, and secretly call of duty." Not much of a secret, especially not now. Games and books were largely how he spent his free time, when he wasn't spending it with Calley. He wasn't really that good. Passable at the shooting games and what not. He was much better at the RPGs and stealthier games. The irony of this was not lost on him.
Fits the bill for nerd though. Even here that's not greatly tolerated by the kids. Stupid kids.
The description of Allison was... Well, technically accurate, depending on your interpretation of too many. "She has quite a few, yeah. Allison Sinnocence. You know her?" There was, of course, the chance that he simply knew of her from the movie's advertising campaigns. Though that didn't seem as likely, because he hadn't recognised Cafas. They were nigh on a single entity to the public at that point, much to the ire of many middle school girls, and a surprising amount of women from other age groups with terrible taste in literature.
Yeah that's only going to get worse when it's released.
Persi did not get up. That would not do at all. Also, if he was going to be leg sweeping him, he should likely get some mats so the kid didn't do himself any damage. He made a mental note to do that before their next lesson. For the time being, he'd have to make do without. He really couldn't go retracting threats.
"Oh, man up kid. You're being a petulent child and you're too caught up in your superiority complex to even notice." Cafas bent down and lifted Persi to his feet. "Remember, I don't care if you suck, if you put the effort I'll give your book back. I'll even tell my friend who dropped it off give back the pencil case. I really wish we could do this without the bullshit." Though the bullshit was somewhat satisfying, it took far too much time and effort for Cafas' liking.
Little bastard might be less of a pain in the ass if he'd ever met the real world.
Ge resumed his pacing.
"Now, guard up. Run through the punches you know, slowly." Also hope to god you don't make this any harder on yourself than it has to be.
Cafas could see that this was going to be fun. If by fun, you meant he was going to leg sweep the kid. In just a second, after he gave him a chance to feel nice and safe. "Forbidden is a bit of a strong word. It's locked to non-X-men because, as the name might imply, it is dangerous. Run the wrong program and it could kill you. We use it to train. Maybe the fear of death might convince you to train a bit harder."
Or at all.
Cafas was unlikely to run anything that had a real chance of being lethal. Maybe painful, but nothing permanent. Enough to provide motivation to keep going. Cafas circled around Persi, examining his terrible stance. He kind of wished he had someone else in the class. That way he could tell them to hit the kid. Or to perhaps be seen as an equal, to be kept up with.
Cafas gave another lap while he spoke. "I see you have forgotten, seemingly, everything. No problem, might just have to cover them again."
Leg Sweep
"Maybe I can convince you that it's important to remember them. That's going to happen every time you should be in stance, but instead choose to be lazy about it.
Fine, Perci wanted to play hardball; hardball was what he would get. Without so much as a word Cafas hoisted the kid onto his shoulder in a fireman carry. He then proceeded to walk out of the room, leaving the sketchbook and what not behind. He carried him all the way outside to the sound of poorly hidden laughter from other students.
Cafas took him all the way to the exact same spot they'd had their first lesson. He then proceeded to put Perci down, nice and gently. Mockingly so. "Well, here we are again. Let's see what you remember. In position, guard up." Cafas waited for him to respond. He was not going to put up with anything from the kid. Right on cue another mutant came jogging out, Perci's text book in hand.
Cafas accepted the sketchbook from his minion before sending him on his way. "Okay, first rule of Remedial Gym, if I'm not happy with how much work you've put in at the end of a session, I keep the sketchbook until the next session. Second rule, no matter where you hide, I will find you. Third rule, you try to walk away or other such nonsense, you'll find yourself in the danger room with me at the controls. That clear?"
He certainly hoped it was. It would suck to have to throw the kid in the danger room so soon. He didn't even have a plan for it yet.
"Don't worry, I know. Turns out some people think that's good enough reason for you to do Summer school. Me, I'm just the lucky guy who gets to spend a couple days a week making sure you get the prescribed amount of physical activity." Technically he was also the people who thought summer school was a good idea. Also the one who prescribed the amount of exercise.
Doesn't like school? More along the lines of thinks he knows enough as it is.
"Here's the thing, an this is kind of where the problem arises for you, I'm not here to care if you enjoy school. I'm here to make sure you pass this year's schooling in regards to gym class participation. So get up. Now."
His voice adopted a tone that brokered no debate. It was that tone that said "There is an easy way, and a hard way, to do this. It is getting done, one way or the other, and it is my sincerest wish on this planet that you elect for the hard way, because nothing would make me happier than parading around what has to be the only Remedial Gym student EVER!
