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.
The clones continued to bicker, as if they had been trained to do only one thing. The angry clone kept the other an arms length away. The scene was growing tiresome. Linc slouched down to the ground. The weight of his chest amplified. The hollow space in his chest was a vacuum, sucking the air out of his lungs and forcing him to exert much more energy than he cared to.
"You're going to break it if you hold it high like that!" The one clone flailed his arms like limp sausages at the camera held in the other clone's hand.
"If you don't get off of me, I'll shove your a** into that Mercedes-Benz", the angry clone kept the camera away from the other clone. The scene was reminiscent of the times when Abe would take Linc's favorite MP3 player and hold it out of reach because he wanted it for himself.
Linc shrugged an empty shrug at the female.
"Your apology won't change anything. My day is officially ruined. I haven't had any clone issues since the 8th grade." Linc blinked with a sluggish rhythm. He slumped further on the cold ground, his bags still littered on the ground. His head rested on his knees and he let out a huge sigh. He took out his phone and pulled up instagram, scrolling through the image feeds that popped back up.
"Maybe they'll disappear if I forget about them. Who knows..."
"As planned?" Linc let go of the guy's bass as he reached for it. The guy had come back with his clothes back on. All of his clothes, by the looks of it. Just in time for the officer to have gotten away.
"As far as I remember, there had been no plan in the first place." Linc folded his arms. His brow was furrowed and his hands were clammy. Then he relaxed his gestures, letting calm nothingness return to his nerves, however, the rumbling of his hunger continued to lurk underneath his still facade.
"Officer said he'd look into the mess. The woman went with him to discuss the contents of her purse. Oh, and here." Linc gave the dude a slip of paper with the NYPD logo on it.
"Officer asked me to help with ID'ing the guy. I said I had a buddy who had gotten a better picture of him than I did, so you'd best call and help them out." Linc then raised an eyebrow at the dude whose belongings he had been lugging around for so long.
"Can't believe you're a mutant. Not that I thought it'd be impossible to bump into one in the streets of New York, but tonight of all nights? And I get to meet a shifter? How sweet is that?" Linc talked with his placid smile and his hands buried in his pockets. The situation intrigued him. He could think of so many reasons why this would be a waste of time, but he had ample time wasted already. I should probably explain to Rainee about what happened. I may not be able to get her that burger.
Linc expected to se a fenced enclosure with wild grasses, a wide open plain and striped horses. He also expected to hear neighing. He received what he expected.
Linc stared at the zebras. The group of them stayed squared off at the end of the enclosure. They huddled in a group and stayed a distance away from the crowds. No hooves clopped on the ground. The zebras bent their heads every so often to nibble at the ground. The grass swaying in the wind was more exciting than their static stripes. Linc leaned on the handrail. He kept his camera in his hands and away from his face.
"There they are." Linc pointed to the zebras after they had stood watching for a few minutes. "Zebras."
The zebras shook their heads a little as a cool breeze blew their way. A curios thought popped into Linc's head.
Linc let his pace slacken and allowed the zookeeper to lead the way. A surge of accomplishment spread through his body, adding an extra zing to his step, but he slowed down his breath to keep calm. Excitement welled up in his chest. He shook his arms and jogged a little to keep it from rising any higher. They're just Zebras. Nothing more than horses with stripes.
"You bribe them?" Linc repeated her words with a slight inflection.
"You mean, you trick them into thinking the hay they get is imported directly from the plains of Africa or something? Like they're getting one of a kind hay that you don't even feed to the Elephants?" Linc snickered, and shot a couple more photos of the exhibits they were walking by.
"Make'em think they're getting a sweet deal and you become their favorite. Not bad."
The midget bird that sat inside Linc's chest, chirping ever so often, an avatar that Linc gave to his 'inspiration', fluttered its little wings and poked its little head outside. Looking at these zebras might be a reason for the little bird to sing its song.
"Five years? You've been here that long?" Linc nodded. Affirmation and recognition hung upon his pouting lips. He looked at her with a slightly larger glimmer of respect.
"Now, what does it take to become a zebra's favorite?" Linc asked. He then looked around for the sign for the zebras, and walking in the direction the sign was pointing, he headed forward with a renewed vitality in his steps. He kept his attention ahead, but his ears open for the zookeeper to answer his question. The cool, wintry breeze picked up a little and fondled his spiked hair, and he shivered expectantly under his winter jacket.
The clone clothed in ire snatched the camera back from the female, disregarding the possible instance of her manifesting a fantastic display of her mutant powers. He held the camera close to his chest and took three, successive steps backward. The other clone clamored to his side, latching his grubby hands onto the camera. The two began to bicker over who would get to hold the camera.
Linc walked up to the female and sighed deeply.
"Your red jacket contrasted well against the snow. So, I took a picture." Linc mentioned before he slumped his head down. Energy felt like it was siphoning slowly out of his back, like a leaking water balloon that was deflating fast. The angry clone had resorted to yelling at the fearful clone, who cowered and shifted his gaze to and away from the clone and the two of them talking.
Linc shook his head, not knowing what to do. He was losing energy fast and his motivation was slipping away alongside it.
"So... Now what? Are you happy? I could care, less, really. Maybe they'll stop fighting each other soon."
"You a trainer of zebras or something?" Linc looked up from his scrunched posture on the bench. The zebras were a docile species. In the wild, he was sure they'd do spectacular things, like race, fight each other, or have sex. There was no guarantee he'd see zebras having sex, especially in cold weather like this. He hopped off the bench and walked closer to the female. She handed him an offer, and it had potential. The least he could do was be a gentleman and accept her proposition.
"How can you be so sure that the zebra will come close to the fence this time around?" He asked. He prodded her with a pretentious question, knowing that it might ruffle her zookeeper's eagle-feathers. He didn't want to waste his time. Not in the urgent sense. His life didn't depend on the next spectacular photo, and if he didn't achieve it then his whole career would not disperse like oil on water, but he did prefer to be economical. Zoos had carnivores didn't it? If only he could get near a carnivore during feeding time.
Pushing and prodding her slowly might give him an entrance to do just that. He'd have to wait and see. First zebras, then maybe, feisty crocodilians. First he'd have to see if the zookeeper would bite.
The crowd walked away as soon as the officer showed up. A bit unusual, since the natural curiosity of man normally kept people close to scenarios that were dangerous, unfriendly, or downright frightening. The presence of the officer seemed to signify a natural conclusion, or foreseeable end to the commotion of the man with a dog, and so the crowd dispersed. The officer had told them to, anyway.
Linc explained to the officer what had happened, his words evoking no sympathy from the uniformed man. He kept the officer's attention away from the dog by using pointing gestures and facing away from the sidewalk, pointing towards the entrance to the subway station lying just down the street. The woman that had accompanied him, took the officer by the arm and walked him down. She sped him towards the subway, intent on getting back her lost bag. The bad had value that Linc would not for sure about, but the officer has asked his number before being dragged away by the woman, in order to call and get his testimony later on.
Linc nodded to the officer and waved the too away. Dropping his hands to his side, he looked down and scanned the street. The dog was gone. He was too busy diverting the cop's attention that his shapeshifting buddy walked away. He held the guy's bass in his hands, so the dog must not have gone far. He had dragged the gym bag away too, so LInc figured he was trying to get his clothes back on.
His stomach growled, but he had grown used to the hunger at this point, and waited at the corner of the street. There was no where the dog could have gone except for the nearby alleyway, so he'd just have to wait.
The wafting scent of food made him want to throw the bass down and jet, but he wasn't going to let his partner slink away just like the thief.
Linc took a step away from the zookeeper. The air between them was chilly. His stepped away from her personal bubble. Some people became exceptionally fidgety about personal space.
>>”And you seem to believe that they’re actually living beings and not just pests. Plus, that picture you showed me was pretty good.”
Linc nodded at her compliment.
"They can be both living beings and pests. Pests are cockroaches that crawl into your fridge or flies that bite. These guys may be pests, but they're the kind I tolerate."
Linc took a look at his camera again, deleting the images he didn't find satisfactory. He deleted the picture he just took, and thumbed through the rest. Still disappointing.
"Pretty good is another way of saying there's something better." Linc looked around at the different zoo signs. The different animal shapes caught his eyes and he scratched his chin. There were so many options and most of them would be a waste of his time.
"The larger animals are too far away for me to get any good pictures. You got an idea of how I could get closer to any of them?" He asked. He prepared himself to be disappointed by walking over to the bench and sitting down, but kept his gaze on the female. Maybe she'd surprise him.
"SUPER? You mean that mutant organization? After you?" Linc put down his camera and walked closer to Sveta.
"She's a mutant like us! What if she has the power to explode the whole of New York City! Stay back, stay back!" The one clone latched onto the other's elbow, but was shoved aside.
"You idiot, all she's been able to do was throw weak a** punches. She's bluffing. There's no way SUPER would be after her puny--"
"There is a misunderstanding here." Linc cut his clone off from speaking, with a hollow glance.
"I don't really care anymore about why you punched me, but here. It's the pictures you want, right?" Linc handed her the camera.
"You're giving her my camera? After she almost f***ing broke it?" The clone seethed and shoved the fearful clone aside. He then shoved Linc aside and reached for the camera. Madness welled up in his eyes, dark orbs swirling with unforgiving energy.
Linc shrugged his shoulders and laughed a polite chuckle.
"I always thought they were selfish little critters and not ones to make any friends. I saw a documentary once about how squirrels hid their nuts for winter. They play mind games with each other by pretending to dig a hole and dropping a fake acorn inside if they think someone's watching. Then they wait to bury the actual acorn when they think they're no longer being watched."
Linc took a snapshot of the rodent posse as they attempted to come closer to the pretend food in his hand. On the documentary they seemed smarter. Maybe the zoo made these little guys less wary and in consequence, less apt to think things through. One of the squirrels hung farther in the back. He seemed to know what was up. He was also the fatter of the bunch. A veteran squirrel, hah! What an idea.
"Are you currently on shift? You don't seem to mind a guy like me bothering you with his little photography hobby."
Linc turned away from the squirrels to take a closer look at the zoo-employee's fair face. She had fair, soft-looking skin and delicate blonde hair. Her eyes were a crystal blue, the kind of transparent blue that made Linc more apt to trust her and think her to be more honest. So far, she fit the description.
The flow of pedestrians trickling through the streets returned to its unhurried, yet gently rushing status quo. Linc's arms dragged. He adjusted the grips on the bags he was carrying. His hands were rough and calloused from working on a farm, so his grip refused to falter, but his energy drained from his body with every step he took. His wrists were the first to twist with a slackening control, and the droop of his draining energy spread up to his elbows.
The woman led him this time. She made sure to look back every second or so. Her movements were uncertain, as if she was depending on Linc to take more initiative. Her eyes flickered like a child first learning to ride a bike, terrified of trying to pedal without training wheels.
"Keep going. We will bump into them sooner or later." Linc reassured her when she paused to give him a moment to catch up. She responded with a silence. She was holding her breath and biting back her words, more willing to trust him this time. Linc nodded and urged her on by picking up his stride and walking beside her.
The woman was the first to run toward a group of passersby huddled around a spot on the sidewalk. Linc sped after her. He dropped the bags on the sidewalk when he saw a dog sprawled out on the ground, surrounded by people's phones recording its pitiful, prostrate state.
"I know that dog." Linc spoke, and waved the crowd away. They continued to press in, but Linc was able to push them aside enough to kneel down at the fallen canine.
"Hey, are you ok? I have your stuff. What happened?" Linc steadied his breath and rested his hand on the side of the dog's face. He realized a moment too late that there was no way the mutant could answer in his current state. He had to take the mutant somewhere away from prying eyes if he was badly hurt. There was no way he could do that until this crowd, and that woman were off his case.
"Hey sir. This your dog?" A police officer came up to him. "You're causing a disturbance."
"Chaos might make for good photos though. Chaos and peace are good subjects."
Linc stood up from the bench and brought the camera screen up to the zookeeper, pointing at the squirrels in the photo. As he walked up to her, the rodents scattered like marbles dropped on a wooden floor.
"They're like little people. Look at this one, pleading with his little hands."
After seeing that she had looked at the screen, he put the camera back to his face. The rodents had formed their little squadron again, and this time they were coming closer, albeit not as close as they had been to the zookeeper before. Linc pretended to hold out some food, baiting the rodents to bunch closer together.
A thought followed each picture. Linc twirled his finger around the strap of his camera. His mind wandered across the fences on the zoo enclosures and around the tourists with their noses pressed close to the exhibit. The busy chatters and placid conversations settled like a droning AC unit in the background. The zoo was flowing with visitors, carrying the curiosity filled tourists through the veins of the establishment.
"That thing has a funky looking neck!" Cried out a little toddler with a zebra-striped hoodie.
"That's a giraffe, son. It was born that way." The toddler's dad led the small boy by the finger.
Linc zoomed in on the boy's stripes against the fence of the exhibit. A quick shutter noise tickled his ears and he checked the screen on his camera. The giraffe in the background had turned to face him just in time, far in the distance with its face floating above the toddler's blonde head.
"Not good enough", Linc spat at the screen as he walked closer to the exhibit.
If only I could get closer Linc thought to himself as he wandered over to a nearby bench and sat down. As he sat, glancing through the pictures he had taken this morning, a zoo employee walked in front of him, with a posse of rodents snapping at her heels.
His camera flash went off before he could take another breath.
"So that's what happens when you feed the animals." Linc took the camera from his eye and gave a curious look at the zookeeper. His eyebrows were raised up high at her.
The thief breathed a sigh of relief when the dog that emerged from the crowd was a fluffy poodle attached to a velvet-wearing female. Then, he began to think.
“Wait, a minute.”
He tapped his foot in impatience as he dropped the purse to his side. He kept his eye to the sky as he waited. Where did that dog go? A dark mist, thick as a swarm of locusts, floated past street lamps and descended toward him. Finally, Micky. What took you so long?
He waved an arm toward the mist, and hopped up and down. Over here you nitwit! The mist circled round the yellow glow of the lights and hovered above him, hesitating before it began to descend.
Then, the thief felt a large pair of serrated points clamp down on his butt cheeks. The air shook with the sound of his scream. His veins popped out of his neck and he leaped off the ground hissing in pain. The denim of his jeans ripped off and he yammered like a wounded kitten, pathetic and weak. Then the dark mist that hovered above, enveloped his forehead and his body soon turned as dark as night, clothes, purse and all.
“The subway is this way, ma’am.” Linc led the female across the busy intersection and down the walkway. He wondered if he’d see his puppy pal again.
