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.
Javier looked out the window in time to see the skunk girl... do as skunk does, in a mystic's general direction. It was very effective. Still, she was a kid, and she was alone in the back of the Mansion grounds. "Stay back!" he warned Booker before he vaulted out the window, sticking (more or less) a landing among the bushes. Another mystic was cursing (in this case, literally) as he approached; before he could finish the sentence, Javier managed to punch him, knocking him clear through the nearby hedge. "Oops, shoot... you think he'll be okay?..."
Javier was... slightly terrified. This was an actual battle. He had been in fights before, usually against his better judgment, and managed to come out the other and alive, albeit slightly traumatized. But this... this had been a choice. The Mansion needed help. The school was in danger. And they were... fighting actual magicians. It was all-around bonkers. What was even more bonkers was that Booker insisted on coming along. Bringing an adapted to a mutant vs. magic fight... was questionable. But he wanted to be useful, so now he was patrolling the parts of the Mansion not actively under fire. Javier volunteered to join him and do the same. There were many people protecting the building, but with the brunt of the attack focused on the front lawn... one could never know. Javier looked out a rear window, scanning the hedge labyrinth on the Mansion grounds. "Did you... see something?"
Hercules was fine. Bulletproof, somehow, thanks to... his master? Javi did not even want to know what that meant. He was just happy to be alive. Because he definitely wasn't bulletproof. Just lucky. For now.
>>”Come! Let us bask in the glory of victory! Maybe it will help!”
"No it won't..." Javi muttered, but Hercules already ushered him into the limelight. It was the last thing he wanted, but he already had a camera and a microphone in his face. He blinked, embarrassed.
>>“Excuse me! Channel Four, Can you tell me what happened here today!?!”
>>”But of course! Javi the Strong and I, Hercules! Had stopped a robbery, not only that but he saved a bus full of children from tipping off of the bridge! It was truly a marvelous feat, no?”
Javier bit his lips.
"It wasn't... we just happened to be there" he muttered. The reporter did not miss a beat.
"What luck, to have someone there to save all those children! I am told you put up quite the impressive fight. You both have super strength, is that correct?"
Javier was jolted out of his worries by Hercules, who reassured him that he had done well, and that he was indeed not injured. Well, there was a miracle... Booker was going to flip out about it. Javier sighed, taking a few slow breaths before he followed Hercules off the bridge.
The children were fine. The police was handling the cleanup and the arrests (with help from paramedics). The cellphone cameras were out in force, which made Javier very uncomfortable. He stuck close to Hercules, who seemed to draw most of the attention just like he had drawn fire. They exchanged information with the police, but managed to get out of making statements right away. Javier was eager to get away from the chaos.
"That was... intense" he muttered as they finally got a break and managed to walk away. "Are you... sure you're not hurt? That was an awful lot of bullets..."
The fight, eventually, was over. Hercules tossed men around like dolls, bullets ran out, and the few gunmen who were not unconscious on the ground had been apprehended by the arriving special forces. The children were safely off the bridge. Javier, having punched a few attackers, knocking them across two lanes and several vehicles, was currently throwing up behind a truck.
It had been a battle. Not a brawl, not a skirmish, but an all-out battle, something the glowing man named Hercules was clearly very familiar with. Javier wasn't. He still couldn't quite believe that he had not been shot. Oh god. Had he been shot? He stood up, wiping his mouth with a tissue, checking his body over. Maybe he was shot and he just couldn't feel it from the shock?...
>>”Nonsense! You handled yourself well in the face of danger and nearly killed that man!”
"Yeah that's not..." Javier felt a little faint at the thought. He wanted the shooting to end. To protect the children, with force if necessary. But killing...
>>”if it makes you feel any better, I too have trouble with them. I’m still new to this century and it’s hard to tell what guns are the ones that hurt and the ones that don’t.”
"ALL of them hurt!" Javier pointed out. He was not bulletproof. He knew that. He was tougher when he used his powers, but... definitely not bulletproof.
>>”Very well, I shall draw the fire! Do what you can to aid me and we shall defeat these fiends with ease! What say you?”
"Um..."
Hercules threw himself into battle, taking more bullets. Javier stayed back, at a loss of what to do. The driver was ushering the children off the bridge in the cover of the cars. He just needed to keep them safe...
A shot rang out. Javi jumped off the bus just in time. Someone was still shooting in his direction. Javi swore, and kicked out at the car between him and the shooter. The car slammed into another car, which slammed into the shooter, knocking him to the ground and pinning him there.
Javi realized a moment too late that the force he had tossed the door with was probably deadly. His stomach sank... but Hercules batted the projectile aside. It didn't kill the gunman, for better or worse. Probably better. Javi gasped.
The pat on the back almost made him fall off the bus. The question didn't help, either.
"Not... good?" he asked, slightly alarmed. He was not goof with bullets. At all. Hercules, on the other hand, was ready to fight. "Not good at all. I'm not... really a fighter."
They pushed and pulled, while Hercules was till taking on shots. After what felt like an eternity (and several torn muscles), they made it to the line of cars. Hercules yelled to duck, and Javier did, making sure the kids kept close to the ground. Bullets pinged at the bus around them. Javier felt a flash of anger. That idiot was shooting at a glowing mutant, that was one thing. But directly shooting at a group of kids who just happened to be in the crossfire? That was unacceptable. That was wrong.
"Stay down!" Javier told the children, although they were already huddling without being prompted. He looked around, feeling woefully unarmed. Hercules at least had a club... and a door. Javier blinked, but didn't hesitate. His anger propelled him as he moved to the nearest car, taking the door straight off its hinges. This shooting needed to stop. This whole madness needed to stop. And Javier was one of two people on this bridge who could do something about it.
So before he could think twice, he jumped up on top of the bus, and threw the door at the gunman.
Javi managed to tip the bus on its side. There was the sound of helicopters in the distance, probably the cops, or maybe the media. Neither came too close while shooting was going on. The children made stunned noises, but Javier's feat was mostly overshadowed by a glowing demigod taking on bullets with his bare skin.
>>”Javi the strong and I Hercules, SON OF ZEUS! Shall keep you safe! Just listen to us and you’ll be fine! Now we shall move the bus, you simply stay behind it!”
"We are moving the bus?!" Javier stared at Hercules. That was the plan?! That was the plan. "... we're moving the bus."
Javier took up a position a moment before a gunman made an appearance. The children screamed, but Hercules dealt with the man in short order. Was he dead? Maybe he was dead. Javi tried not to think about it. He had to move the bus. Keep the kids safe. Move the bus.
They moved the bus.
It felt like an endless distance. Hercules pushed, and Javier pulled, gathering all his strength. Crapping out now was not an option, so he pulled. He'd take this as far as he could. If he collapsed, so be it. Hercules could probably do the rest, if and when that happened.
They moved. The gunmen were still shooting, but they didn't come any closer. They either didn't want to shoot at kids, or learned their lesson about Hercules. Javier looked ahead.
"There!" They only had to make it to the line of piled up empty cars. Not all the way off the bridge. Just to the line of cars that would make enough cover from there on.
"Oh screw you" Javier muttered, running around. People were still shooting, although the man tossing the vehicle at them seriously dampened their enthusiasm. That, and not being bothered by bullets. But Javier knew he was not that sturdy. And neither were the children.
>>”Can you tip the bus?”
"What?" Javi blinked, but the conversation was interrupted by... a flying club. Ookay then. Hercules was clearly the strongest player on the bridge, but not everyone was ready to accept that yet. "FINE!"
Javier motioned to the kids and the driver to huddle in cover, and grabbed a hold under the edge of the bus. He could do this. His power crapped out often, but lifting things, he knew he could do that. And hope for the better. The bus creaked as it tilted. "NOW WHAT?"
Alright, yeah, sure, posturing or not, this guy was way beyond Javier's level. Javi was pretty sure he was getting hit by bullets, but not going down. The gunman must not have realized that yet.
>>”Evacuate the bus! Javier the strong! I will make short work of these villains!”
Um.
Javier rolled under the bus, and to the far side of it from the gunfire. Luckily, that was the side with the doors. He stood, prying the door open (he at least had enough strength for that), and pokes his head inside. Some children squealed.
"Come on, quick! Stay low!"
The children started moving towards him. He helped them off the bus, and made sure they were huddled low along the railing of the bridge, still in the cover of the vehicles. "It's okay. You're going to be okay. We are here to help..."
"Is that man holding a car?!"
He was.
>>”Javier the strong! Hurry!”
"How am I supposed to get them off the bridge?" There were like two dozen children, and the walk from the bus to the end of the bridge did not have much cover, other than the vehicles. Damn.
>> ”Allow me to demonstrate the art of lifting that has been passed down for generations!”
"Please do!"
Less talk, more work. The man was glowing, that meant he had powers, right? Hopefully, strength, because Javi was nut sure his was not failing. And the bus was slipping. The man walked around to the side, grabbing on, and the bus slowly tiled back. Javi pulled as hard as he could, and the vehicle started inching back to safety.
>>”Yes! Ha ha! The forces of Gravity pales in comparison to us! Hercules and.... What is your name!?!”
Was this guy for real?
"Javier" Javi said through gritted teeth. He wanted toe bus completely back on the pavement before shaking any hands.
A shot rang off and a bullet hit something nearby. Javier yelped. "Get down!" The kids in the bus squealed and disappeared from the windows. Who the hell was shooting at a school bus?!
>> ”What’s this?!? I will be with you shortly!”
The bus creaked, jerked, and then the front wheels finally settled back on the bridge. Javier fell backwards, panting. He was not sure how much longer his powers would have lasted. Another shot rang out nearby. He rolled, trying to get to cover. "Watch out!"
Contrary to popular belief, super strength did not solve that many problems. Javier knew this, which is why he never considered putting his - admittedly crappy - powers to work. But every once in a while, even with the careful lifestyle he lived, trouble found him, and in those cases he had to act. Or try, anyway.
He had been walking across the bridge when the screeching and crashing started. There was some kind of a car chase in progress after an armored vehicle that got cut off in the middle of the bridge. Cars spun out of the way, and Javier backed up to the railing of the sidewalk to try to avoid becoming collateral damage. There was a lot of yelling and screaming and... gunshots...?
A big yellow bus crashed into the railing on the opposite side of te bridge. It tilted dangerously towards the road below; Javi could see the children in their colorful winter clothes flailing in the windows. With the car chase on, not many people were paying any attention.
before he knew what he was doing, Javi sprinted across the bridge, narrowly avoiding swerving cars and jumping over at least one before he skidded to a halt at the back of the bus, and grabbed hold of it. The vehicle jerked, then came to a halt before tipping over. For once, his damn powers actually worked.
This, however, did not solve a number of different issues.
1. It was very hard to find purchase on the back of a school bus. 2. All the super strength in the world was useless without friction. Javi slid forward, managing to brace his feet against the sidewalk, but it was not going to be a very long term solution. 3. Holding a bus seesawing on a bridge was not going to help anyone if he could not pull it back to safety.
For lack of a better option, he held, praying that his powers would not give out. He knew they would.
>>”Fear not mortals! I Hercules! Have arrived!”
A large, burly glowing man came out of nowhere. Okay then. He looked like he was... competent.
>>”Would you like some assistance!?!”
"YES!" Javi yelled, desperately holding on to the bus. "Can you help pull?..."
"Well, that was not embarrassing at all" Javier muttered, looking at the spilled drink. Where had the singing even come from? He had never been a person to sing in public, let alone sing a love song to his boyfriend. Even though Booker was taking it in stride as usual.
>>”It’s okay! You sounded awesome. No need to be embarrassed. And don’t worry, I’ll get a rag for the spill. Be careful of the glass.”
Booker bounded off towards the bathrooms, no doubt in search of cleaning utensils. Javier stood back awkwardly, then sat down on a chair, trying to get his bearings. The piano player was still at it. The song changed though, filling the bar with a more melancholy mood. Javier sighed again, words spilling out in a natural way as his feelings found a new kind of outlet.
Love plows through me like a dozer I've got more give then a bale of hay and There's always a big mess left over With a what did you do and what did you say What did you do and what did you say Skillet on the stove It's such a temptation Maybe i'll be the lucky one That doesn't get burnt What the f-ck was i thinking...
Javier noted the metal that had bent under his hand. His powers were working, for the moment. So far, so good. Also, this Danger Room was scary realistic.
>>”People that nobody cares about.”
Scary realistic in more ways than one. Javier frowned, looking around. In real life, he would not have run into a collapsing building of his own free will. Unless someone needed saving. Maybe.
>>”There is you’re first one. Just need to make sure he gets out safely.”
The man jumped up, clearly drunk and annoyed.
>>”This is my room! Get out! I’m trying to get some sleep!”
Sam was not stepping in. This was Javi's test. And it wasn't even testing his powers.
"Sir, the building is collapsing. You need to get out now. Come on, we can help."
