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.
Shin shook Henry's hand and introduced himself. Math and Japanese, Henry had thought his class load of three classes a week had been a bit much. Shin must be here all day every day. Henry tried to remind himself that he also ran a business, that took up plenty of his time too. The thought bolstered his ego, Henry liked being the harvester working person in the room, even if he would complain about it later.
"-Now I know who to turn to the next time I'm in desperate need of baked goods."
Henry gave a little laugh.
"You have no idea man. I own a bakery in twelfth. If you ever need a ton of sugary calories I'm your guy." He said.
Shin accepted his offer of a game and Henry passed him the ball.
"One on one. Now fouls? What about powers, any rules for those? You wanna warm up?" He asked.
Henry gave an accepting nod as the girl turned down the work offer. He understood, the minimum wage grind wasn't for everyone. He would probably have shot down the offer at her age too. Sometimes people had to walk the path for a while until they ran into a road block.
"Offer stands." He said simply taking another drink.
The girl gave what Henry considered a polite rejection to the frat guy. Henry felt a smirk form on his face. The guy also broke into a grin, though his was full of nothing positive. He leaned further on the bar.
"Oh come on, I'm sure you can't get many offers of a good time from anyone normal. You should be flattered." He snarked.
"I'd take the girls advice." Henry said simply setting down his glass.
"Oh?" The frat boy responded, "stay out of it gramps. I think she likes the attention, why else walk around like that?"
Gramps huh? The pang of annoyance and anger rushed through Henry and he gave the girl a look. If she decided to move he decided he would have her back.
Henry watched Michael power through another set of lifts. He was beginning to think he was standing there more for his own state of mind that to actually spot the man. Michael moved the weights with effort, but he was doing it confidently and with extreme prejudice.
Michael told him where he was from and Henry couldn't help but let out a series of hearty laughs.
"So you are a Ranger, from Texas? Does Chuck Norris know you are stealing the bit?" He joked.
The third set of reps went by and Michael seemed content with the results as he let his arms fall. Henry gave a shrug.
"Your not human are you? No way, a guy your size doing what you did at the compound, and lifting like that, no way your a vanilla." He asserted.
The words had barely exited Henry's mouth when the door opened and a robot girl walked in, attempting stealth. Okay, teaching at the mansion was going to take some adjusting. After reaching her seat she gave out an apology, which Henry found to be a bit rediculous. Why try to sneak in quietly if your just going to draw attention to yourself? He pushed the cart in front of the teachers table and ignored the apology as he faced the class. He put on his mental army hat and began.
"This is Home Economics. My name is Mr. Turner. You can call me Mr. Turner, or Sir. This class will teach you how to feed yourself, cloth yourself, and maintain a home" He explained, lifting up a finger for each one.
"These skills might seem dull or useless to some of you, but one day when you are in the real world and you don't have mommy, or daddy, or teachers to cry to you will be glad you know how to take care of yourself." He spoke in a harsh military tone.
He walked around the table and stood behind it, as he continued to speak he made it a point to look into each of the students eyes at least once.
"Today is a pre-test of sorts. You will be cooking a side dish, an entree, and a dessert. Once cooked you will set a formal dining placement and be allowed to eat, afterward you will clean the kitchens and dishes and put them up. Finally i will show you how to do a bit if upkeep in the kitchen." He explained.
He turned and pulled the shades that covered the chalkboard one at a time. The first board was ingredients and directions for macaroni and cheese. The pasta, cheese block, milk, and butter measurement were all written on the board in neat handwriting along with directions on how to prepare the dish.
The middle chalk board had a lemon chicken dish on it. It explained how to chop the vegetables, cook the chicken in a frying pan, and add in spices for proper flavor.
The final board had directions for cookies. Simple enough.
He spun and looked at the class once more.
"There are three fundamentals of cooking. One, you must follow directions. The recipe is the law, at least until you get good enough. Two, you must be able to multitask. Multiple things will be baking, cooking, and popping and you need to focus on all of them. Three, don't be an idiot." He said giving the room a skeptical glance.
"If you can do all of those you will be fine. Most people have trouble with the third. Now non perishables are in the cart, meat and dairy is in the fridges. Don't use work stations 13 or 14." He barked out orders.
"Any questions?" He didn't wait for them to respond," Good. Begin now."
Henry stood and watched as Michael lifted. His muscles rippled with effort but he seemed to be handling the exertion well. Up and down the bar went in rythme with his breathing. He hadn't been joking about his strength, it was impressive especially for a vanilla normal person. It gave Henry the strangest urge to ask a question he hadn't considered before, but before he could Michael asked him if he was from New York.
"Yup raised above my parents bakery alongside a gaggle of siblings. Old Italian family, my father immigrated here when he was a boy with his dad. Only time I ever left was when I joined the service. What about you?" He responded.
The lifting broke up conversation and Henry didn't expect an answer until after Michael made it to his next rest. Benching three seventy five was impressive, talking while doing it was impossible.
I'm sure every criminal out there who's ended up behind bars has said pretty exactly the same thing, right?"
Damn. He knew the struggle she was discussing. Keeping away from the law and out of the jailhouse was not an easy task. You had to be smart, quick, and capable. All skills Henry valued.
"You looking for some straight work? I could offer you a job, i own a bakery. No experience required. You won't make a killing, but you'd not have to worry about the risk either." Henry offered.
Ugh. Too much booze, his caring side was leaking out. Beneath Henry's harsh exterior he had a soft spot, especially for those who needed a leg up. All he could do was offer.
One of the frat boy rejects rose and walked over to the girls other side. He leaned against the bar as his friends watched him chuckling.
"Hey kitty cat. You come here often." He said mockingly.
Here we go.
Henry thought of about a dozen violent things he could do to the guy. But he didn't move, didn't even twitch as he took another drink. The girl was an adult, she could handle herself. If she was as rough and tumble as she seemed it might be more logical to worry for his safety than hers.
Henry let out another little impressed whistle as Michael told him his lifting weights. For a man his size that was damn impressive. Henry was only a few inches taller than the man and they both had layers of thick muscle. Henry didn't know if he could match those numbers, not without augmenting his strength with his ability.
He balanced out the weights as Michael stripped out of his shirt. He capped the weights and looked around. The gym areas wasn't incredibly busy, mostly small groups of guys who looked like they worked out more for their appearance than a desire to be strong.
Henry got into the spotting position and waited for Michael to start.
"Damn that's an impressive lift. Remind me to call you when I need help moving." He said with a chuckle.
Henry turned to see a Japanese man approaching him in workout clothes. He seemed to be in his mid twenties and was wearing workout clothes. Henry had no idea what his shirt was supposed to be about but the image of the infants with various means of debauchery brought a smile to Henry's face. He caught the ball and held it in the crook of his arm.
"New here?" The man asked.
Henry gave a quick nod and extended his free arm for a shake.
"Yup. Henry Turner. Home Economics. Just started this week." He replied.
He hadn't gotten a chance to meet all of the staff yet, only a few quick run ins with them in the teachers lounge or in hallways. Everyone in the mansion had a pleasant air to them, and we're helpful to almost an unbelievable extent.
"Looking to get a game in before class?" He asked," I've been killing some time myself."
Henry chuckled, not at the girls expense but at himself. He thought back to when he was younger. That had been his exact line when people added what he did. Odd job sounded so much better than "stealing cars, selling drugs, and fighting." He gave her punk style another look and decided maybe punk was the new gangster, how time moves on.
"Be careful with those odd jobs," He said half jokingly pointing a finger from around his glass, "Mine landed me in an orange jumpsuit for a few years."
He gave a knowing little wink as she talked about her powers. She seemed surprisingly easy going in contrast to the harsh attire. It was refreshing.
"Exactly. I've had my bacon saved from the fryer more than once cause of it." He said.
The bar door opened behind him and he turned to see a group of about half a dozen fry boys piling into the place. They talked excitedly SD they chose a table and one wearing an honest to God letterman jacket came up and ordered a few pitchers. Henry saw him look at the girls hands and his nose wrinkled up in distaste.
He returned to his table and Henry heard hushed conversation and saw glances being shot their way as words like "freak" and "weirdo" drifted above the jukebox. He let out a sigh and took another drink.
Henry gave an appreciative little smile at Michael's condolences. There was a sense of fellowship between people who had both lost their parents. A small thread of past experience and loss that was shared. Michael had apparently turned the negative around, starting his company with his family's old business funds. Henry wasn't at the point yet where he could imagine shutting down the shop, the wound was too fresh.
"I run a bakery on 13th. Torta De Turner. Best damn cakes you'll ever taste," He said with a hint of pride, "it doesn't scratch the combat itch but if you've ever had five dozen cookies baking at once you'd know it's plenty to keep a guy busy."
Michael offered him weapons at cost, which in New York was equivalent to charity.
"Makes sense. Most big suppliers don't want small fries taking up their time. Square deal I'll get ya a shopping list. Between my advances and inheritance I got a good bit put back, might as well use it on what I love." He said with a faint smile.
Michael agreed to the workout with a confident line. Henry notched a brow at him and shrugged as he rose.
"No shame in it, not always about being the strongest. Brains win battles after all." He said.
He walked through the park for a few minutes to the fenced off gym area. It was one of the reasons he came to this park to run. Some health but had decided that making equipment accessible to the public in parks would help cut down on obesity. It probably would have been easier to just shut down McDonalds but you get what you can.
He opened the gate and went over to the weight bench and began piling black circles on one end.
"What's your standard lift?" He asked running the numbers in his head to put the weight on.
Henry's heightened sense of smell was a double edged sword on this mission. He dropped onto all fours moving with an animalistic grace. He sniffed the air as he padded along. The forest was unfamiliar, meaning that his mind was assaulted with dozens of unfamiliar scents he had to try to identify. He had been in the dessert for years, the cool damp forest was a harsh contrast. It would take time to adjust time he didn't have.
He caught a sickly sweet iron scent and held up a clawed hand in a closed fist. The scent was blood, it was a scent that was unmistakable no matter where you are. He could smell a lot of it deeper into the forest. But he could smell a trail going away from there winding closer to the landing zone. Henry growled slowly. Whatever was the cause was nearby.
Specs and Bear were professional, and obviously capable, but that didn't mean Henry knew them. It also definitely didn't mean that Henry trusted them to have his back. He gave them the squad a quick motion, telling them to stay back and follow slowly.
He followed the scent of blood and found it mixed with something else. A floral and sweet scent that smelled vaguely human. He looked into the ever growing shadows of the forest. The sun was setting, it would be night soon. His canines form boosted his sense of smell and sight, but there were better alternatives for night hunting.
Another piece of meat was withdrawn from the pouch and went into Henry's mouth. Fur was replaced by feathers and his arms shortened and gained thick flumage to form wings that ended in talon covered hands. His neck cracked as the feathers shifted around his face and his eyes enlarged to giant reflective owl eyes as his ears pointed. His snout shrunk into a sharp and poimted beak. The change took less than a second.
His owl eyes granted him vision beyond compare as he looked through darkness as if it were daylight. More than that however his hearing was augmented and he tilted his head to the side as he heard the rustling of leaves in the wind.
"Hello?" He said to the night.
If it was an animal his voice might spook it. If it was something else it might come at him. Only time would tell.
I'm just well prepared to fight back if I have to."
Henry gave a nod that ended in him downing the last of his whiskey. Another tap of his finger on the bar and the bartender appeared refilling it. By this point the man could feel the effects of the liquor on him. His mind slowed slightly and his brain seemed to be running on the "sluggish" setting.
"Good mentality to have. Staying ready for a fight keeps you a lot less dead when you find yourself in one. You got a job kid?" He asked.
It was still very early, hence the empty bar and he assumed that most people with day jobs would be at work. The fact that she was here meant it was either a day off, or she had no job to go to. Her happy attitude made Henry assume she probably had a way of making money somehow.
"Hopefully one day we won't need to worry about who's able to fight and who isn't."
"When that day comes let me know cause I'll be handing out cupcakes for free." He said with a laugh,"I made a business out of being the guy who can fight for years."
He listened to her description of her ability and gave his head a shake to force himself to think. He thought over the tactical applications, pitting what he knew about her ability against his own.
"Hmmm. I have to shift between forms to use different animals. You sound like that aura of yours is pretty versatile. Plus if you have that matte black thing going on I can see plenty of sheath application. I approve" He said slightly drunkenly offering his glass for a clink.
Henry gave a nod as Michael explained his business. Some men decided they preferred the battlefield and didn't want to leave it. Instead they just find a way to make a better profit doing it.
"That great man. Seems like a pretty solid business in this city. Always someone who wants hired prptection. I thought about doing it myself but my old man passed and someone had to run the shop." He said.
He leaned in a little to the man.
"You be willing to share your equipment supplier with me? I have my personal sidearm but having some gear helps ya sleep at night ya know?" He said simply.
His little run had turned into quite a pleasant day. He checked his watch and saw the time and looked over at Ranger.
"You keep up with your PT I take it? I'm about to move on from cardio and do some lifting. Care to join?" He asked.
It's good to know that we're still coming off well to some of the public."
Henry gave a quick shrug and stopped himself from spitting in disgust.
"I know the feeling. Everywhere I went a saw a bunch of pansy protesters with their "make peace not war"signs" He said making air quotes, "bunch of people I'm risking my life to protect and they think because they read a Wikipedia article they know a better solution. The X men save lives. That's good enough for me."
And it was. The X men were more than just a group that protected people and made mutants look good. Henry saw them as a deterant to crime and violence. Anything or anyone wanting to come cause trouble would think twice about it with a super-powered group of defenders at the ready.
He gave a light chuckle and a nod at her joke and then eyed her as she asked about his power. It was usually easier to show than to explain.
He popped open his leg pouch and chomped down on a piece of jerky. His body reacted instantly. His body shifted and he was covered in a layer of tough tightly woven scales. His fingers lengthened and he found little claws on them. His nose shrunk into slits and his tongue forked and lengthened as his eyes became reptilian. His ears slid into his head and his canines lengthened to long fangs.
"I take on animal characteristics by eating their meat. Last about an hour. I have a little bit of everything," He said patting his pack with a scaled hand, " The army liked me to be loaded so they hooked me up with a zoologist in the government. He sends me meat from animals that pass in zoos and nature reserves. I have everything from dog to rhino."
His reptilian eyes assessed the woman and he raised a hand apologetically.
"Sorry if your one of those animal rights folk. I don't kill anything to do what I do." He said.
He knew PETA would have a field day with his antics.
"What about you?" What's your power?" He asked casually, slithering into a more comfortable position in his chair.
She asked who the cake was for and Henry shook his head.
"No idea he didn't say. All the order said was it was a urgent delivery and he wanted me to bring it personally."
A strange thought crept into Henry's mind. It had been a tad convenient than the order had come in and he had been asked to deliver it to the headmaster at the exact same time they needed a teacher.
"Damn. For all I know he planned all this." He said with a little laugh.
Light shone into the rather large classroom from high windows. At the front of a room were three chalkboards, each currently obscured by white pull blinds. There was a long high table with a tall stool behind it.
The center of the room was an assortment of tables, with four or five chairs sitting around each. It had a oddly un classroomish look. Each table had a small centerpiece of flowers and a white tablecloth draped over it.
On the remaining three walls of the room were twenty kitchen workstations. Each had modest counterspace, a sink, oven, and a refrigerator. Cabinets lined under the counter and on each wall beside the stations filled with various cooking needs.
Henry tried not to think of the electric bill as he entered the pantry behind the desk. He heard the door open as students began to enter but paid no attention. He was wearing his dark jeans and slide on shoes with a black tee shirt and a bandana around his shaved head. He wore a black apron that said "Don't mess with the Chef" in bright red letters.
A cart with wheels stood beside him and he was placing non perishable ingredients on it for the class. He wasn't nervous, soldiers didn't get nervous about teaching kids. But there was a pang of tense energy in his gut. He pushed the cart into the classroom and went to face the students.
"Quiet down! Time to learn." He said in a firm baritone ad he stopped behind the big instructors table.
