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.
Henry caught the basketball as it fell from the hoop. It was a nice morning. The sun had lazily risen and the cool night air fought against its heat to make the spring morning bearable. He would be having a class later that day and had come early to shoot some hoops.
Basketball reminded Henry of his youth. Hours spent with his numerous siblings rough housing and playing doubles. He had been good, forced to learn fast while playing with the local boys whom were older and taller. Now with years of grueling physical training behind him he was strong and fast to compliment his skill.
He wore a plain white tee-shirt and shorts with his customary combat leg pouch. He wore the thing out of some old instinct, a practical defense of things ever went bad. By necessity he had been forced to leave his gun in the his duffle along with a change of clothes. A red bandana was tied around his brow to help keep the sweat put of his eyes.
He dribbled across the court lazily and heard the creaking sound of the chain link gate being opened. He turned to look at whoever was entering.
"Morning." He called before his eyes found their target.
He raised his glass in response to her remark. It was true, sometimes you had to right to good fight. Hell Henry was a soldier he'd fought for less, but when it came to mutant rights he didn't see violence as the best route.
"Fair point. Though I'd say Martin Luther made bigger strides than Malcom X. Fight when you have to, but hit them with logic and reason and you find the enemy takes it harder." He said simply.
This coming from a man who on orders had killed countless. He was good with a gun yeah, but when you'd taken loves using claws and literally biting people to death and then went on to speak peace maybe it was a hypocritical point.
"It's a fight worth having when you have to I'll admit." He concluded.
She asked about his mutation and Henry gave a little shrug.
"Shifter. Take on animal traits by eating meat. Birds, Mammals, lizards. What about you? Kitty cat claws your deal?" He said with a playful laugh.
The look of surprise at the mention of his name was evident on the man's face and Henry felt a small swelling of pride in his chest. He didn't love compliments but he knew he was good at what he did.
"The 5th was a good squad, guys were like family. I got some other offers but hey why leave a good thing ya know?" He said in response.
It was Henry's turn to be surprised as Michael talked about the raid. He had been in that infantry, hell he had said a few prayers before going in on the off chance some cosmic power would decide to have his back against some terrible odds. Instead of certain death though he and his fellow soldiers had found mounds of corpses and the vital targets trapped in a storage closet basically begging to be taken in. He gave a whistle of appreciation.
"Damn. I had heard they sent in a heavy hitter before us to handle some of the more delicate movements but I gotta admit I'd never seen anything like it."
He gave an earnest laugh and smiled wolfishly at the fellow soldier.
"We've been playing tag for a few years now it sounds like. Passing trains and what not. Pleasure to finally meet ya." He said.
"What are you doing now that your out?" He asked curiously.
Henry gave a small laugh at the woman's words. She seemed infinitely more pleasant now that she wasn't suspecting him of some nefarious scheme.
"Wouldn't be the first time if I do," He replied," You an X man? You guys do good work. Keeping the peace, fighting the good fight. I can get behind that."
Life was easier when you had a line drawn in the sand. When you could call yourself a good guy and stop bad things from happening. It had been what he loved about being a soldier, and it had helped him sleep at night when he thought of some of the things he had been forced to do.
He gave a wry smile in response to her remark about the class.
"He said sign ups would be happening this week so tell some rugrats to join, hell tell the staff. It be a waste if nobody showed up." He admitted.
She gave him a sympathetic look, the look of someone who understood a soldiers struggle but kept pity put of her voice. He appreciated that.
"Middle East. My ability made me good for recon work and target nutrilization. I could tell you about the crap I saw, but mostly it was just hot over there." He said lightly.
She talked about her time at the mansion like someone reflecting on home and he felt an envious pang. Since the divorce he hadn't felt much like anywhere was a real home. A small honest part of him hoped he could find that there.
"Glad to hear it. I've heard horror stories from teachers so getting a positive review does wonders for the idea of strapping on the tweed jacket and throwing my hat into the ring." He joked.
The helicopter landed and Henry exited the craft with his bag and stepped out onto the grass standing at the edges of Blackforest Germany. He gave a yawn, having flown in the same day from his last day of deployment in Isreal. Sure he should be on his way home now, but as per usual politics had stepped in.
He was accompanied by two other soldiers, all German. The first was an analyst with large thick rimmed glasses on. Henry had dubbed him Specs. The other was a burly fellow he nicknamed Bear. He didn't plan on getting to know them well enough to need to know their real names.
Apparently some American tourists had gone missing in the forest, others had been found dead along with a number of German citizens. The US and German government had apparently exchanged favors and Henry had been sent in as his last job before going home.
He was wearing his armor on his chest and his combat pants. He had a backpack and numerous pouches strapped to him and his sidearm rested comfortably in its holster on his hip. His assault rifle was hanging from a strap on his back.
The report had mentioned toxins and a gas mask hung on a clip on his hip. The mission was simple. Recon the area and confirm a threat. The locals had witnesses saying there was some kind of green monster, others said a witch. Henry figured people were just superstitious, though he proceeded cautiously.
He took out a small piece of jerky from one of his pouches and swallowed it like a pill. Instantly his body shifted, his legs elongated and he felt a little haunched as his arms followed suit. Claws sprang from his fingertips and fur spread over his body into a thick coat. His nose and jaw shifted like fluid and formed a wolfish snout as his canines lengthened. A tail slid out of a slit in his pantsWolf meat was one of his favorites.
He picked up a dozen scents as he sniffed the air and looked back at his squad mates. The two men gave him looks of disgust and distaste but said nothing.
"Move out." He ordered his voice laced with a feral growl.
So she was staff. It made sense and her expressing her time in the infirmary made Henry peg her as a medic of sorts, perhaps a doctor or nurse.
"Thanks. I guess I have to come in and set up for class on Monday. You do infirmary duty? What kind of crazy do you run into here?" He said with a light chuckle.
Her questions came casually, but coupled with her tense response to him at their initial contact and the fact that the questions were a bit forward and pointed Henry assumed she was feeling him out. Made sense, mother hen watching over the chicks. He gave a little shrug.
"Honestly I got a cake order. I run a bakery on twelfth street. Just got back from my deployment overseas. Came in and met the headmaster, guy seems nice if not a bit all over the place. He said he was trying to diversify curriculum and after going over my credentials as a baker and some of my army skills he offered me the class."
It had been weird and saying it out loud made it even odder to the man. He wasn't sure how to teach a room full of awkward teens how to make delicious treats, but he would have to find out.
"I've kinda been looking to do some good so I figured why not. Being back in the states and off the battlefield makes me feel a bit useless. Knowing I was making a difference in the world ya know." He continued.
Not one to dominate a conversation Henry turned his focus on the woman as she rested beside him.
Henry gave an appreciative nod in response to Michael's praise of the 5th and considered the man.
"We like to think so. I'm surprised we haven't crossed paths before, though on the field we might not have known. Were you involved with the Caligari op?" He asked.
Caligari was a group of small villages in the middle East that had been hiding terrorists. Pretty closed lip but Henry had gone in numerous solo ops in the towns. His powers had given him away as something not human and had earned him the myth in the villages as the Desert Wolf. The locals told stories of a wolf man who had been taking out extremist groups. It had culminated in Henry literally wiping out a facility that had abducted about a dozen children. You don't hurt kids.
"They called me Darwin, locals called me the Desert Wolf. It was a long year." He said with a non committed shrug.
"Fresh off the jet eh? What you plan on doing now that your home?"
Henry sat behind the counter of "Torta de Turner" his slip on shoes propped up beside the register. His chair was delicately balanced on two legs and the man had his hands behind his head and his eyes shut.
The bakery was a small shop by most comparisons. The front wall was all windows facing out onto the street with the bakery name written in big letters on the door. Display cases covered one wall filled with delicious treats of various styles and flavors.
Over half of the large room was filled with chairs and tables for dining purposes. A soda machine and coffee bar took up the wall to the right.
The back wall had a hallway that lead to the bathrooms and a locked door at the end that les to the stairwell up to the apartment on the second floor that Henry lived in.
Behind the counter, which had a big glass front to show off cupcakes and cookies Henry gave a lazy grumble. It been a slow day, record bteakingly slow. He hadn't seen a soul walk through the doors in the last two hours and let out a sigh.
"Gas station Debra cakes and Dunkin Donuts are ruining this country." He grumbled sleepily.
It was then that the bell above his door rang and Henry, startled pushed back a little too forcefully on the chair. The legs slipped and the Baker fell to the floor behind the counter with a weighty crash.
Henry gave a quick nod as Ranger explained his deployment and offered a hand and a name. Henry dropped his dog tags, letting the cool metal fall back into his shirt and against his chest and gripped the man's hand in a strong shake.
"Henry Turner, hell yeah ODA." He replied proudly.
He shoved another quick bite of pretzel and grinned. He liked soldiers, they seemed to understand him. Plus people were a hell of a lot less judgey about mutants when they'd had their ass saved by one. It was how Henry had gotten his nickname Darwin, survival of the fittest, he was the fittest.
"How long you been stateside?" He asked," I got back six months ago. Took over the family bakery on 12th. Bit quite back here in the western world."
Henry sat enjoying the pretzel, dipping it into the provided cheese sauce when he saw fit. Cheese was great. Henry was a vegetarian, more out of necessity than anything else. His mutation made consuming meat basically useless nutritionally, so getting calories had to be done some other way.
A man approached, carrying a hotdog and asked to join Henry. His shirt denoted his service and Henry made a gesture with a hand holding a cheese cup since his mouth was full. He swallowed quickly.
"Sure."
He set the cup of cheese beside him and dug into the collar of his tee-shirt and produced a chain with dog tags attached.
"You serve? I was with the 5th SFG. Rangers are a hell of a team, worked with you guys before." He said respectfully.
Henry heard a woman speak and saw her a moment later as she stepped in front of him. She was petite, just shy of five and a half feet tall, and had caramel skin that shone in the evening light. He gave a little shake of his head and let out a small chuckle.
"Sorry, just talking to myself. Been a bit of a crazy day." He mumbled.
He looked over at the kids. Cheerfully running, playing, not a care in the world despite the fact that they were all mostly social outcasts if you looked at them as mutants alone. Aerial was only eleven, they didn't know if she had inherited his x gene or not, but he hoped if she did have it she'd find a place like this to learn.
He turned his attention back to the woman and offered his hand, sliding forward in his chair.
"Henry Turner, apparently I'm the new Home Ec. Teacher. Have a seat, you look like you've been doing some PT." He offered.
...universe sees fit to take everything away again in a blaze of fire and ash."
By now Henry could have recieved a major in Bar Philosophy had such a degree existed, so he gave a small nod in response to the girls statement. Her cynicism seemed a tad to extreme for a girl so young, which told Henry she probably got the majority of her education from the school of hard knocks. Still far be it for him to spoil a moment of triumph for her, no matter his own surly mood.
"To the universe then." He said raising his glass.
He drank as she asked him about his observation. It was a fair question and he gave a small shrug in response as she continued to explain her pride and thirst for mutant equality.
So one of those then.
Henry gave a small nod of acknowledgment and set his glass on the bar.
"Touche. I agree. No need for us to hide in a perfect world. Also in a perfect world wars aren't fought in towns where children live and smart girls get free drinks just as often as pretty ones. I've found that leaning on the side of caution is sometimes the better gamble in the real world." He said.
Though it was a bit hypocritical coming from the guy who spent two tours in a warzone.
"No worries here though kid. I like claws." He said with a sly grin.
Henry had made his way to the mansion to drop off a cake for one of the residents. It had been a special order and he had put hours of work into it. A solid three layer cake adorned with a bright blue x on top. He had handed the cake over to an older man named Ruddy in his office when the conversation had started.
It was rather unusual to Henry. The topic of expanding curriculums and qualifications. Henry didn't have much experience teaching, other than his time as a boot camp instructor. But the conversation had gone well and somehow by the end of it he found himself shaking hands after agreeing to teach home economics of all things three times a week.
He sat outside now, his delivery made and watched a group of kids playing basketball off in the distance. The sun was quickly setting and soon the chill night air would force them inside, but for now they played oblivious to the world around them.
His perch was a lawn chair beside a table. He had been told to check out the facility and found it quite nice. The home vibe reverberated through the place.
He was wearing a button up, sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattoos. A swirling mixture of a dozen different animals in vibrant colors. His gun was concealed in the holster on his back and he had his ouch of jerky strapped to his leg as usual.
"Yeah. I could do this." He said quietly to the evening air.
The park was buzzing with activity. People out enjoying the sunshine and warm air. Family's having picnics, people playing fetch with their dogs. And among them a man running the paths of the park.
Exercise was therapeutic they say, which if that was true Henry should be the most content guy on the planet. He was running in his sneakers and shorts, a white tee-shirt slowly plastering to his sweaty chest. His tactical pouch dangled against his leg, a sports bottle full of water jostling around as he moved.
His headphones were in, blaring hard rap music into his head. He had gotten into the genre when he was younger, when he related more to the topics of gang violence and law breaking. Now it was just something familiar to occupy his mind.
He finished his third mile and slowed to a halt, finding a rock to lean against. He popped out his headphones and took a drink of his water. His stomach gave a little growl and he looked about. There was a hot dog stand, nope didn't really feel like going the next hour with a spiral tail and pink fur, and a pretzel stand, bingo.
Henry walked over and ordered a pretzel and sat on a bench to scarf it down.
