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.
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Going from 0 to 100 was the usual EMT life. One moment they idled in the meager parking lot of a US Post office, the next moment Donnie the driver was giving AJ a serious thwap to wake him up. It wasn’t the snoring, it was that his usual hair-trigger wake up response had been spoiled of late. AJ’s moonlighting had been discovered, and now he was actually taking his off set off rather than working himself into an early grave.
It came with better sleep and worse bills.
AJ blinked awake and rubbed the sleep from his eyes before it even fully registered that dispatch was talking.
//S-27-D-6, police will cordon the area.//
”Twenty seven?”
“OH HELL YES!” Donnie hit the lights and the sirens as AJ strapped himself into all 5 points of the front seat harness. Aj was pretty sure he heard something about the suspect, but he didn’t hear exactly what the suspect was doing.
”She really said twenty seven?” AJ grabbed the code book because these weren’t unheard of, but he’d yet to actually have this exact code.
“WE GOTS US A STABBING WOOT WOOT!”
”Dude, multiples.” The insane swerving and speed didn’t stop him from reading a set of laminated pages. ”Multiple victims.” He reached over and cranked dispatch.
//--armed with a sword and is incredibly dangerous. Do not approach.//
They slipped through traffic making copious use of sidewalks until they were slamming on the breaks for what looked to be a jogger who was waving his arms. The boys were out of their seats, gloves on, and ready to help.
It was bad. The woman was conscious, but only just. Entrails were visible through an abdominal slash. There was a visceral and foul stench that was worse than the usual trauma smell. Something had perforated. Infection chances were high. Survival would be inversely proportional.
“I’ll get the gurney.” They could load her, but she might not be the most survivable victim. AJ turned to the good samaritan bystander.
”Reports were of multiple victims. Have you seen any more?” He was spooked, only able to shake his head and help look for the obvious that wasn’t there. This was New York. People were sticking their noses out of every window and door, making sounds, and generally making a nuisance of themselves on what was sure to later be a crime scene. Hopefully that meant more eyes that might have seen something, too.
Donnie and AJ worked seamlessly together, years of experience and trust made them a package deal. They’d gotten her to respond a bit here or there, at least enough to get her name, even if she cried out as they moved her.
”We’re going to do our best together, okay Chelsea?”
A door banged and the report of a gun had everyone ducking back for cover.
”Take me in the ambulance.” There was a guy with a gun, too!? AJ’s eyes flicked to Donnie who the gun was actively pointed at. It wasn’t like either of them were heroes and even if they’d wanted to be, their hands were full guiding Chelsea’s gurney into the back of the wagon.
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"No!" Amber laughed like she got the joke. "Let it Snow is in Chilly 1. Chilly 2 has the wind and the fire gecko. You know. Ahhhh~aaaaaah." When Amber sang it was a couple notes high, but it was recognizable at least. AJ shook his head at the both of them. Juniper was decrying her current klutiness with hand waves and an eyebrow raising lack of articulation. She wasn't concussed, just... her power was turned off.
"Oh. OH!" He still wasn't used to his "abilities" or whatever. AJ took a large step backwards with his hands up between the two of them.
"I swear I'm not doing anything on purpose... or... anything at all. I thought I was just lucky, but as it turns out, this... this whatever. It's a major inconvenience for some people." Like life threateningly so. AJ still felt bad about the zombie guy who died every time he'd tried to move close and revive him. That had taken an embarrassingly long time to sort out in the back of an ambulance.
And speaking of things that took too long to notice... where was Amber?
AJ spun a quick circle looking for the slender 5 year old who still had his phone in hand. She was halfway down the staircase behind them.
"Yeah, mom, it was awesome. We got into a fight!"
Face, meet palm. "I have to-" he pointed, but she likely already knew. "It was nice meeting you, Juniper."
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He opened his mouth to protest, totally caught off guard by her gesture. He was totally ready to lecture.
"You wouldn't believe how many people aren't kidding when they say that stuff." He complained. Or maybe she would believe it... Her hockey point was fairly made. "People be crazy." He eyed a man who was already cuffed, but still had "the crazy" in his eyes. Seriously. Sometimes it felt like New York went in phases of madness. Most EMTs would swear it was a lunar cycle thing.
> "That was totally a big thing when I was a kid. What are kids these days watching?"
"Chilly 2." Amber supplied from wherever she could best be eclipsed by Juniper. She was carefully staying out of reach of her surly uncle. "All the girls want ice powers. Or powers at all. Like yours, right? You do the-" She tried and failed to come up for a way to describe it. "You do the thing. And that's cooler than ice, anyway."
"You are cleared for take off." He gave her a mock salute, ready to send Ms. Juniper on her way. Only, Juniper whacked herself a good one on the metallic railing nearby. The rail sounded like a big gong and made Amber jump.
AJ offered Juniper a hand up. Noticing that things were so much clamer with just a few human elements removed. "Are you sure you can make it?"
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Don’t worry about it and I’m fine were the hallmarks of a superhero. Superheroine? AJ hadn’t really kept up on what the preferred terminology was. Sometimes, like calling a girl comic a comedienne, gendering words just made people more upset for some reason.
"They got you on the frontal zygomatic bone." He sucked in through his teeth as he probed, but did his actual best not to hurt her. He wasn’t overly fond of hurting people in general. It was good that she was talking and he leaned back at the end, capturing her chin in his hand so that he could compare pupils… probably just a gnarly bruise. No cuts.
"Your eye’s gonna swell shut tonight unless you take NSAIDs, like Ibuprofen? You need an eye patch and ice. No more than ten minutes at a time and don’t apply any pressure. You’ll go full Quasimodo in 2, maybe 3 minutes.”
“The f--- is a quasi moto?” She asked without pretense, as if she had no idea what she’d just said was in poor taste. AJ dropped his hands from Juniper’s face and turned to his niece.
"Amber! I might be the cool uncle, but I am not that cool. Where’d you hear that?”
Amber stepped behind the Juniper.
> "Are baseball games usually this... Volatile? I'm new to the sport."
"I wouldn’t know, but… there’s a sudden influx of people who got younger, temporarily. Maybe it’s hormones. Or in the water..."
Amber stuck her tongue out from her place of safety behind Juniper.
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He couldn't help but grab the wounded and trampled people as he went. By the time they made it to a wall he'd hefted a bruised and thankful woman to her feet, helped guide a head injury along with them, and started to organize bystanders into a roughshod triage. Thankfully, most people when singled out and guilted, would actually obey orders.
He probably should have gone to their personal hero woman first, but the man with the head injury just kept bleeding. AJ ended up stripping the guy's own shirt and using it to apply pressure.
Amber held onto the woman's hand, wide-eyed as she realized the adults had all gone mad.
> "It's kinda like 'The Blur', when he goes super fast and becomes intangible? Like that."
"So you're a superhero?"
AJ was finally making it back around.
"Most people are something in between, dude."
He had hand sanitizer, but regretted not carrying gloves. Who knew he'd end up splattered with blood today? He'd done his best to wipe his hands clean, but there was only so much he could do.
"I'm so sorry. My name is AJ and this is Amber. May I?" It was only polite to ask before touching someone else's face. His fingers were strong and callused as he probed around the eye, quietly asking for the hero to indicate when it hurt for him to touch.
"This needs ice. Can you see out of the hurt eye?"
Sirens sounded and the seemingly endless brawl lost a bit of its steam. About time.
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AJ saw Amber on a collision course and it was slow mo horror time. He couldn't get there. He couldn't reach or stretch or do anything superhuman to fix the problem. He was going to watch his little niece get turned into a pancake.
Except she didn't.
He grunted as someone caught him in the gut, but ultimately clawed, twisted, and squeezed his way through the crowd. He was only just barely close enough to hear Amber ask if she'd been turned into a ghost.
It was mutant f***ery to be sure. They didn't have to untangle themselves from the pile of people they just… walked out. It's not that he wasn't grateful… but until AJ had his hands on his niece's shoulders he wasn't going to trust that she was safe.
"Your phone!" She offered it to AJ as soon as she saw him. He instead scooped up the girl.
"You wonderful, horrible child. I like you way more than my phone so please don't go running after useless things when people be crazy." Amber's savior was in the middle of giving her own advice when she got elbowed in the eye and that somewhat dampened the heartfelt moment.
> "WHATTHEF—...Fragglerock."
"Are you—?" That was a stupid question. Obviously she was hurt, but considering he was backing out of the way of someone who was making a grab for the glory of his beard, he couldn't do much first aid in the right here and right now.
He wasn't a fighter. But he was used to being listened to. He had a voice he reserved for moment of authority that brooked no argument and he wasn't afraid to use it.
"Back off." He stiff armed the Karen and set Amber back on her feet, motioning with his head for her to grab hold of her hero and tug her along. He was going to get them to a wall if possible. They had to get out of the melee somehow.
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AJ turned his attention completely to the guy who took a tumble. The man looked a bit banged up, but it was mostly his pride that seemed hurt. And his team honor or some other such nonsense. He was speaking very loudly about it, but AJ was too used to ignoring angry people who needed help. Amber freaked. Not because she was hurt, AJ had ascertained that she was not, but because of the phone that had gone missing from her hand.
“Oh. Oh nodon’tbemad!” The 5 year old launched herself over the back of the seats and over AJ and his guerrelous new friend.
”Amber! Wait!” AJ made a grab for her, but missed. His friend grabbed his arm to argue more, but AJ shrugged him off with a ”I don’t even like baseball!” He tried to go after her, but short as he may be, he was no match for a skinny little runt of a kindergartener.
Amber heard the call. A young woman had the phone and it wasn’t even broken! She dashed forward between two adults on collision course and made a grab for the glove with the stolen phone.
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Ujala was late. Ujala was always late, but this time she was really, really late. They’d already had an inning or two… or four. God it felt like years.
“You keep looking at your phone.” Amber was 5, not stupid. “Mom ditched us again, didn’t she?” She wasn’t exactly here for the baseball, unlike the guys who were getting rowdy in the seats nearby. AJ, being the cool uncle, got to say things that mothers and fathers really could not, but he kind of regretted talking smack about his sister to her one and only daughter.
”It might be better if she did.” Something happened on the field that made him wonder if they should be paying attention. Before he’d actually figured out what happened, it was over. ”Besides, I’m here for you, so— I dunno. Maybe we ditch too?”
Amber grabbed AJ’s phone out of his hands. “No.”
”C’mon. Nobody cares about baseball.” The fighting was getting louder. He glanced back, and the fight had multiplied more than he’d realized. From a single scuffle toward a whole kerfuffle.
“No, let’s take a picture and send it to mom. She should see what a good time we are having. Smiii~iiiile.” Amber leaned in so they could snap a pic. In selfie-mode, AJ saw the man falling backwards over the row of seats behind them, straight on a collision course.
He grabbed Amber without regard to how their photo might turn out and grunted when the falling moron connected with his shoulder. His phone, knocked free of Amber’s hand went flying into the scrum of fighting morons.
He shoved off the stranger and checked on his niece first, then went full EMT mode.
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A smile was a good sign, the joke an even better one. The genial tone did not last for long, however. The man seemed... distracted. Or maybe shaken. But AJ was more and more convinced that whatever this was, was his fault. That was double, triple confirmed when the object that he had felt, the smooth stone, was exposed on the man's chest.
An aberration that no science could explain? That sounded like a mutation to AJ. But the next part nearly knocked him on his ass. He knew that mutants got the raw end of the deal on a lot things, but considering the context of the scars and the hesitance...
"No offense taken. You can always decline medical intervention. Always. It's just that, moments ago you couldn't give it." Er. Wait. That didn't come out right. AJ held up his open hands in an attempt to placate the man. "No one will make you a pin cushion. Just tell them no thanks. I mean, you're ambulatory and from here, you seem fine." And there was no way AJ was getting closer. He didn't want to check his own personal theories on that.
"Just say it's a quirk of your mutation. No big deal."
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He made his excuses, but AJ wasn't buying it. The quiver in his voice, the hesitancy to his movements... he wasn't exhibiting any hallmarks of a stroke with slurred speech or anything overtly alarming. Mostly, the man just seemed... scared. And that was fair for an overt mutant. Times had been unkind to many, mutants who couldn't hide had gotten a lot of the worst of that.
"No. Nobody's hurt. You didn't even upend any tea or anything." AJ decided that where he was ended up being close enough. He didn't dare share the bench. That was likely too close. He also didn't dare reach out. The man was skittish and all AJ's training was screaming for him to keep his distance just to give him the solitude he seemed to crave. So AJ knelt where he was, putting one knee down and easing his heavy rucksack from his shoulder.
"I asked someone to call an ambulance, but you don't exactly seem like you need one. Is that... normal for you? Are you sure you're not ill?"
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AJ was either too slow or the man was really that fast. AJ hopped down the three staired stoop all at once and cast about for the long-limbed mutant that clearly needed medical attention. He was difficult to miss, even half a block away, considering his height.
But to be running away like that, the man was clearly avoiding medical attention.
Or maybe he was scared. Maybe AJ could convince him. Or give him a quick check and rule out some quickly identifiable worries like stroke, concussion, or epilepsy. Already the medical technician was running down his mental checklist while he jogged to catch up. At more than a foot shorter than the gaunt mutant man, he had to take more than a few extra steps to get close.
But also not too close. The man seemed to half-collapse onto a bus bench and AJ stopped running. It wasn't like he was in trouble. And AJ couldn't force medical attention on him unless he was unconscious. The man being conscious and moving even this far was a good indication that he was going to be alright.
"Hey." He called out from a more than healthy distance, not winded from the jog or his bag full of books. AJ knew his field of influence wasn't over large, but he still had trouble gauging where it began or ended. He held his hands up in what he hoped was a non-threatening way.
"Hi. Hello." He amended, once he thought he might have the man's attention. "I work in emergency medical situations. I just wanted to double check that you're doing okay." Was his skin supposed to be that color? It was like baking chocolate croissants, the color made it difficult to tell if something was wrong.
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It was good that just a few seconds passed before the prone man gasped back to consciousness because the man he'd roped into attempting CRP was a big fat chicken. He hadn't even felt down the breastbone as instructed, muttering the whole time through any and all manner of excuses. The moment the passed out man regained himself, AJ's proxy jumped up and away.
> "Gracious!"
AJ sputtered and tried to reach another bystander. Pupils. Someone should check his pupils. And he had a whole slew of questions, but he was entirely too terrified to get too close.
> “Good heavens!”
And he certainly shouldn't be getting to his feet! AJ risked reaching out to offer a steadying hand on the man's elbow as she woozily stumbled past with an apology.
"Friend. Come on, now, you've only just regained--" The man tilted precariously and AJ jumped back. Not before he'd caught a glimpse of golden eyes, as if he'd had any doubt that the man was a mutant of some kind.
"Take it easy!" Was he seriously walking out the door? Like herr deer, I pass out all day every day, no big deal? AJ scrambled to grab his anatomy books and cram them in his rucksack.
"Please!"
"Uh. What do I do about dialing 9-1-1?"
"Tell them it's 10-22! I'll get him to the ER or something." He was all but jumping down the steps to follow. At a safe distance, hopefully. AJ wasn't sure yet if it was him or if the man was having a stroke.
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> “Control and calm in a dangerous, scary situation, let alone while your emotions are raging is a very admirable thing,”
Control and calm were Ajeet's two middle names. You couldn't get into the EMS game without demonstrating grace under pressure, and those who bulled their way through without it imploded or exploded eventually. AJ had been on board for more than a year already. He felt the wear, but he was nowhere near burnout. Thankfully.
Devon joked about how much trouble he was, hinting and leading up to a confession AJ wouldn't have expected. Devon was bipolar. A personal detail one would only confide to a friend or maybe he felt it was necessary...?
Or maybe AJ was the sort of person who prompted trust and he'd needed to talk about it with someone. People in power often found it hard to open up to those close to them, or people who relied on them. As a third party, it was up to AJ not to screw this moment up.
"I stuck with the physical because bodies are a lot simpler to put back together. I'm out of my depth, but--" He set his bottle down and put his hand on Devon's shoulder. He wasn't afraid. It wasn't like AJ was going to catch something, or something stupid like that. "that's just another facet of who you are. If you want to talk stuff through to someone, I know next to nothing. I'm a blank slate you can write your story on." Next time he met someone bipolar, maybe he would know better how to respond because of whatever Devon taught him.
Already he was wracking his brain for the best questions to ask should he get the chance.
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Devon grinned an almost cheshire cat sort of smile. Somebody enjoyed showing off.
"Can you see it? Or, it is just a feel thing?" He'd been slouching before, but now AJ stood for the show. "Is it always that space? Or centered here?" AJ tapped his chest. He'd sort of always imagined chakras and personal energy to be body-centered with the bulk of a man's mass. This adapted business felt like it belonged in the realm of the spiritual. He couldn't see it. He just had to believe it was there and that it worked.
There wasn't a whole lot to see, except that Devon's eyes bled to black. Once he'd noticed, AJ's adrenaline spiked while his lizard brain shouted that something was really, really wrong. Fear try to grip him and AJ dismissed it as best he was able. Not only was Devon a stand up guy, but he'd stepped in to prevent AJ from taking another hit. Those may have been the eyes of a demon, dark like a swath of starless night, but Devon's body didn't act alarmingly different. He did look threatening, mostly he looked a bit distant and contemplative. Even that may have been because AJ couldn't quite tell exactly where the other man was looking.
That only happened with active influence... of the atmosphere. AJ took his time connecting the dots. He was on the lookout for something showy, but after looking around Devon announced that he'd tweaked things so that it'd be nicer out tonight.
That, too, AJ just had to take on faith.
"I've never noticed the weather being weird just for me, or—" Wait. There was one time at a fire— a mutant who could immolate, specifically. And none of that had bothered AJ too much until the actual bookstore around them had gone up in flames.
> “I would agree you have a magic touch though it has more to do with your healing skill and knowledge. What got you into the field?”
He was ready to make excuses for the "healing" (what a mutant way to say slapping bandaids on people and administering narcan), but AJ actually prided himself on knowing what he did. "I was aiming to be a doctor and sort-of took a detour. The human body is just crazy. We're so resilient in the things we can recover from and the things we can do, that's before you add in the potential of special abilities." Oh, but Devon had asked about what got him into wanting to fix people in the first place?
"My little sister..." He couldn't help but say in tone what he was avoiding saying out loud: this was one of many things he had to say about his sister. "When we were kids, she had a compound fracture bad enough that the bones were poking through. Everyone was freaking out, but she's not just my sister, she's my little sister and she looks up to me. Everybody else was useless. I had to help. I guess I got a taste for it." His first ambulance ride. How nostalgic.
Wasn't Devon a counselor or something? "What about you?"
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Someone was humming the child's song "Dem Bones" and for once it wasn't AJ. He doubted whoever it was noticed what they were doing. Even AJ, after a quick scan and yet another steadying of his teapot, couldn't place the person humming along merrily.
Whatever. It likely wasn't a jibe. He shook his head and swapped his notes around again. He'd lost the top page somewhere and if the man who'd just bumped his table would kindly stop doing that— Except this time the bump was far greater. AJ's hand went immediately for the teapot. He was too slow to catch the man from teetering over into the people in line behind, but AJ thankfully wasn't too slow to save his notes.
He hopped up with teapot in hand before the ladies nearby had finished clutching their pearls. The fellow that had collapsed was helpfully shuffled to the floor and AJ passed his teapot to the nearest bystander with strict instructions that they dial 9-1-1. People always did better when specifically rasked in an emergency.
AJ knelt and looked for a pulse, breathing, airway blockage, anything obvious. Please let it be something obvious. Instead, his heart sank the more he observed. The man was covered in a spiderweb of scars. His nose was... There wasn't really a nose there. Not to mention the vitals that seemed to continue to wane for no discernable reason.
Except one bothersome little tickle in the back of AJ's brain that told him this was his fault.
The medic felt along the man's sternum to help position his hands for CPR and he felt something solid and hard like a gemstone or a broch.
Definitely not movable. Definitely not normal.
"Do you know how to do CPR?" He pulled another bystander in close and walked him through the process. But he didn't dare stay.
