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.
Sometimes a good walk helped clear your mind, sometimes it just made you wallow in whatever is bugging you.
Henry had closed the shop after receiving a call from his ex wife Sarah. Their daughter Aerial had been given a scholarship to a technology summer camp for kids nation wide. It was a great opportunity for his little girl and she was on cloud nine. It also meant that she wouldn't be coming to spend the summer with him.
Sarah had gotten her for the school years and he got her on winter break and in the summer. He knew Aerial wasn't the biggest fan of the arrangement anyway. Henry's apartment was small and he had the shop to run. But the soldier always looked forward to it. Now he had nothing but an empty place to look forward to.
His feet brought him to a large church with a sign plastered on the front reading "Trinity Calvin Presbyterian Church" Being a good Italian boy, well an Italian boy at least Henry had been raised Catholic. His years oversees however had taught him denomination rarely mattered. You could have church anywhere.
He opened the large doors and entered the church. The lights were on and he started to make his way up the long rows of pews when he noticed a man in a suit sitting in one of them. By comparison Henry looked like a heathen. His jeans and black tee-shirt did not express the same refined calm as the man's suit. His sleeves of Tattoos also didn't help the image. The man looked younger than Henry, maybe I'm his mid twenties.
The soldier walked up and say at the end of the pew the man occupied.
"You look like you got a lot on your mind son." He said simply.
Normally not one to reach out it was strange for Henry. But he wasn't going to push, if the man wanted to talk he'd respond. If he didn't silence was as good a companion as anyone.
Henry laid on his back, sitting strongly horizontal in the chair as a voice asked if he was alright. He saw a woman's head pop out above the counter and he rolled to the side and pushed himself to his feet.
"I'm good. Just let myself get a bit too comfortable." He said.
The woman was tiny, probably barely breaking five feet tall. But what got Henry's attention immediately was the uniform. He froze for a moment. He gave her a look that had been instinctively drilled into him in his years as a prisoner. He was painfully aware of the Tattoos on his arms, swirling designs with various animals in innumerable positions and poses.
He shook his head. He wasn't a convict anymore. He had left that life behind him when he became a solider. Years in the service had changed him. Some things about jail life however, crept up on you. He eased the tension out of his body and his gaze shifted to a more pleasant one.
"Sorry Officer, been a bit of a slow day today. People just don't seem to want baked goods anymore. Henry Turner, welcome to Torta de Turner. How may I help you?" He said offering his hand.
But sniping isn't the same as throwing a ball in a hoop
Henry nodded, "You got that right."
Sniping was an art all its own. And those skilled at it were some of the most dangerous men Henry had ever worked with. Killing someone up close was one thing, you had adrenaline and fear. Sniping was cold, calculated. You were God firing death from a mile away.
Shin dribbled for a moment before passing back to Henry. Henry dribbled the ball for a moment.
"So you just staff or are you one of the X Men?" He asked.
He knew it might be a bit up front or rude, but Henry had never been known for his subtly.
"They do a hell of a lot of good work. I've seen army teams with less coordination." He said.
He passed Shin the ball back and brought his arms up and out to guard the man. He would take things slow, gauge out the man's speed and skill before pushing himself.
He noticed her discomfort at his transformation, but it was nothing new for Henry. He knew it had to be a jarring experience to see him change. It had taken him years to get used to it himself. Juliette seemed polite however, and didn't make a fuss.
"What exactly do you mean by 'everything', though?"
Henry wriggled a scaled eyebrow, " Do you really want me to answer that?"
He watched her summon power into her hand as she explained her power and he gave a nod. Considering how people seemed to hate being in the dark it seemed like a versatile ability. Between sunlight and the ever present glow of New York the woman probably had an ample supply of power.
"Interesting. Adaptable. Though I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. From what I've seen the X men don't take in people who can't pull their weight." He said with a shrug.
She asked of he had been given a tour and he shook his head.
"They showed me my classroom but that was about it. Kinda just told me to look around and check the place out. It's a lively facility. Got a small army here, I don't think I passed a single empty room on my way out." He supplied.
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And so it began.
Henry watched as the students stood around discussing how to pair of and how to assign tasks. The small boy that had asked him a question earlier seemed to be looking at teaming up. A girl with an unhealthy complexion stood nearby. A silver haired Asian girl stepped up to proclaim she knew what she was doing, only to have a blonde girl that Henry expected hadn't worked a full day in her life step up and start giving orders. The robot girl responded with concern.
He kept a grin off his face. Seconds were ticking by and they needed to get started above all else. He started compiling information on the kids in his mind. There were leaders trying to break through that was for sure, and followers who would be willing to do whatever they were asked. The blonde had been right in one regard, they needed teamwork.
Henry waited till they were all engaged in this conversation and walked back around the teachers desk. As quietly as possible he reached underneath and pulled out three trays that had all the ingredients for the dishes on them.
He flipped a switch and turned on a burner on the desk. It functioned as a stove. He placed a pot on it and poured water and waited for it to boil as he began chopping chicken.
He was going to make the dishes too. He hadn't volunteered that information to the class. If they were quick they could watch him and see what to do. If they allowed themselves to get caught up planning and trying to dictate tasks they'd miss him demonstrating and have to do it on their own. His class could teach them alot more than cooking, like how to cooperate or how to utilize resources. But where was the fun in teaching if he just spelled it out.
"That sounds both useful an' like a logistical pain. An' that explains why y're eatin' a pretzel after a run instead of somethin' with a bit more protein."
Henry let out a bark of laughter in reply.
"You got that right. I'm a vegetarian by nessessity. My body processes meat too fast for me to even get any nutritional value out of it. Sometimes you just have to have a nice steak though ya know?" He said.
Ranger asked about his tattoos and Henry nodded as he lay in the bench.
"I got one each time I took on a new animal form. Eventually I realized I basically had the potential to become a zoo so it ended up taking up a lot more space than intended. It's okay though, I like it." He replied.
Ranger followed up with a question about Kodiak bears.
"Nah I've had grizzly though. Birds are fun, nothing like flying man. And fish helped me beat out the Seals on a mission in Italy once. Should have seen their faces." He chuckled.
He saw the weight placed on the bar and with a push if effort he lifted the bar off the rack and began to lift. Up and down it went, for his eight reps before he placed it back. His arms burned, and he rolled his shoulders as he took his break.
The voice glided out among the trees and Henry's avian head snapped around attempting to locate the new position. Specks translated for the thing.
How does an attacker claim to be a defender”?
Henry let out a little laugh.
"America hasn't been an attacker of Germany for a long time. I'm a guest, invited by the people in charge here to try to resolve a problem." He said.
Specks translated for him and he saw the man looking at him with annoyance. He could tell the soldier wanted to shoot, to end this. Henry wasn't ready for that.
Another round of speech from the trees. This time it was long enough that Henry could pinpoint the location of the source. Specks spoke again and Henry shook his head.
"Bit of hypocrisy about poachers when your covered in blood yourself. We are here to stop the killings yes, but not to harm you. You might have no remorse for killing those people, but we can't let it stand. You could come with us and leave these woods. Or agree to not kill men and women who enter here. I'd consider either to be a success." He said.
Specks translated and Henry took out a small cylinder from his pack. An incindeiary grenade.
"I don't want to fight. I sure as hell don't want to hurt anyone. But I'll burn this whole forest down if it means that no one else is hunted down and eaten." He said, his tone flat.
The girl charged the nearest guy, who just so happened to be the same one Henry had just hit with his glass and the soldier took off to enter the frey. He was taller than the girl and even drunk his legs propelled him past the pair and into the larger group.
He threw a punch that hit one of the men as another grabbed Henry by the back am of his shirt and flung him at the table. The alcohol stole Henry's balance and he fell into the table. He had enough sense to turn as he fell and his back hit the cool wood as multiple fists came down.
Drinking had one advantage. It made you numb. Henry barely felt the punches, though his rational mind reminded him the damage was still being done. The soldier grabbed an incoming arm and rolled. There was a nasty cracking sound followed by as cry of pain as he bent the arm a direction it shouldn't have gone and he pulled himself off the table and onto the floor.
He saw legs round the corner of the table and Henry kicked a chair into them. A man fell and Henry rolled on top of him hammering blows down at the man. He felt a smile spread across his face. Damn if it wasn't just a little therapeutic.
Shin told Henry a little bit about his ability and the soldier laughed.
"Hell I would have paid a million dollar a for a spotter with those kind of skills when I was taking sniper training," He chuckled, "two million if you can Guage wind speed too. Seems fair, no powers then."
Shin said he was good to go and Henry nodded.
"I'm good."
He walked over to the edge of the court and looked at Shin.
"You can have ball first. Check." He said.
He waited with hands up for Shin to walk out of bounds and toss him the ball to pass back and play.
Henry continued to watch as a patronizing smile left the frat boys face. He didn't glare or shout, but there was a dangerous gleam in his eyes as he turned and began to stalk away from the bar. Henry let out a slight chuckle, Watchung the man back down.
He was perhaps five feet away when he looked back and Henry heard a guttural sound coming from the man. A second later he spit and Henry watched the spray fly towards his drinking companion.
"#### off bitch." He said, voice full of venomous hate.
Henry felt a warriors rage race through him. Maybe it was the booze, maybe he was just on edge due to the anniversary of his divorce. Either way it changed nothing as he downed the last of his drink, stood up drunkenly and threw his glass at the guys face.
He had apparently drank more than he realized because he missed the frat boys face. Instead the glass smashed into the man's jaw and continued to soar until it hit the floor and shattered.
The frat boys friends rose in fury and the guy Henry had hit looked back at him, his jaw bleeding and rushed the soldier.
Henry heard a voice speak in response to Specks translation. It sounded soft and gentle and definitely feminine. It sounded like a little girl. Henry fought back a sick feeling in his stomach as his owlish ears pinpointed the source of he voice. His head whipped around to look but his avian eyes didn't pick up anything.
This mission was a bad call. Whatever he was supposed to be looking for had been living in these woods for who knew how long. They had been given satellite images of the forest to study, but the thing would be familiar with the terrain, making it harder to locate and trap if required. Hitting something on its home turf always had higher risks, it's why home field advantage is a thing. If the girl rabbited Henry was confident she could escape them.
Specks translated for her and Henry found himself curious about her speech. Maybe it was a translation thing but she seemed to speak in old stylings.
"We are soldiers to protect our homes and those who cannot protect themselves," He replied, "it is out of nesssecity. We are more than warriors, in peacetime I am a simple baker."
Specks translated and Henry continued.
"We recieved reports that people are being killed in this forest. We simply wish to end the killing. I offer peace if you would come out and talk to us. No one else needs to get hurt." He continued.
Specks finished translating and Henry stood ready, hoping to avoid a fight.
Henry tried not to look as completely surprised as he was when Michael spoke about the limits of his power. Over twenty thousand pounds? It was unreal. Even in his Gorilla form, which he had a very limited supply of meat for for obvious reasons, Henry could lift a little under five thousand pounds. And Michael said it could be used for speed as well.
"Now that seems pretty damn handy," He admitted, "I'm a shifter. I'd show you but I don't wanna make a scene. Basically if I eat meat, my body adapts whatever advantageous traits it can from the DNA of that animal. Wolf meat, I basically become a werewolf. Bird meat, say hello to bird man. It means I get a bit if everything, enhanced senses, strength, speed, durability. But I have to switch between forms for whatever is most suitable." He explained.
He extended his arms showing off his sleeves of Tattoos. They were a collage of mixed images of animals in various ferocious states. All set to a swirling and mixing background of color.
"Got these when I was younger as a bit of a show of force. I was a bit of a punk back then, till I ended up in prison." He said.
"Command liked to get my exotic stuff to see what it would do. Got me in touch with a government zoologist, nice guy, who sends me meat from animals that pass in zoos and reserves to me. Kept that relationship string even after my enlistment ended. You should have seen the time I went rhino on a group of hostile in trucks." He smiled fondly remembering.
He stripped off his shirt and headed to get on the bench.
"Put me at 325. I don't feel like Killin myself today." He said.
Henry had seen the hands raise and ignored them. He knew there would be questions. Passivity was not a tact Henry respected, standing up and doing what was nessisary was. And a small boy did just that. He said he was twelve and Henry suppressed a grin. He was only a little older than his daughter Aerial. He asked if they could work in groups. A blonde girl, who looked like she didn't know a hard days work followed up by agreeing. She was speaking with the classmates but he could sense her trying to feel out Henry's response. Robot rock also chimed in.
Henry let a smile cross his lips. He had wondered when the group work idea would happen.
"Sure you can work in groups," He said walking around to the front of his desk.
He planted his hands and hoisted himself onto the desk, sitting comfortably.
"But if you work in groups, you share a grade. You can work solo if you'd like or form groups. I won't put a size limit but I grade off the person who does the worst." He explained, "So if you form a group and someone stands around doing nothing congrats you all fail together."
Now to see how these kids adapted.
"Last rule. If you form a group today it's your group for the semester. No changes no substitution. If they fail you fail, if they drop out you fail. Consider it motivation to keep your team on track." He said.
It was a competitive tactic. Those with skills would be better off working alone. Those without any would want to group together to work through problems. A group of incompetent people trying to work together could lead to disaster. It would lead those who lacked confidence to look for those who did, and those with confidence might hesitate to do it
It would show him how they prioritized.
"I'll be coming around to check on you guys once you get started. Split up as you wish. Once the foods done I'll show you how to set a table. Anything else?" He said with a wolfish grin.
Henry laughed at the call sign. He knew all to well that once military men got a hold of something they found funny they would run it into the ground. It was one of the reasons Henry had not told any of his squad about being a baker.
Ranger admitted to being a mutant and told Henry he suspected the same about him.
"Nah. I'm a little far from normal myself. Part of what I liked about the service. Most people don't care what you are if it means you can save their ass." He said.
Ranger offered to show his power and Henry watched him under a critical eye. The man lifted the weights under great effort when Henry saw his muscles begin to expand and bulge. He raised an eyebrow as Michael held the weight with one hand, stood up and set the bar down with almost no effort. Henry's mind raced.
"Didn't kick in till you were about to fail, so reactionary. Boost to strength obviously. What's the cap? What are the triggers?" He asked.
He knew something was out there. What he didn't know was what the thing was. His call had done nothing, and there was only silence and stillness from the direction he had smelled the blood. His gut told him that the thing must be intelligent if it was staying in place.
He raised a hand and beckoned Specks over to him. The man came over, looking around suspiciously.
"Give out a call. Tell them we know we are there and mean them now harm." He said.
He hoped they didn't mean them harm. For all he knew he had stumbled upon some teens looking for a secluded place and now they were terrified. He hoped it was that simple. He shrugged his rifle off his shoulder and set it down, trying to seem non threatening. His companions followed suit.
Specks spoke in a harsh German, hopefully translating for Henry as he stood there and tilted his avian head at an inhuman angle, curiosity in his face.
