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.
"Are you ready? You're the one who knows him... The one he trusts." He slowly unbuckled his paper cutter blade, and instantly felt naked as it slid off of his back... A full year of having it either on his back or in his hands when ever they left the hide-out would do that to you. He paused for a moment, and then handed the blade to her, seeming to have trouble parting with it.
Still, blade or no blade, they were ready for this; over the course of the year they'd become a tight-knit unit of two. They'd taken out some of the most notorious criminals left in the wastes, and had gotten out of impossible situations more times than he could count. This was just another one.
"Worst comes to worst, we fight our way in, kill him, and fight our way out. As is, this is the best way to get one of us close to him; we don't have any other options, here, Bailiff..." He reached up to adjust the blind fold covering his nearly useless eyes. Most of their enemies still didn't know he couldn't see; Clive had figured it out early on, but that didn't really help when your remains were scattered across the wasteland. It would be a huge part of their gambit when it came to getting in.
He took a deep breath as he clicked the hand cuffs onto his wrists... The price Roach had put on his head was steep; he'd taken out a few of the freak's minions in order to free some slaves destined for the pit. This was their big chance to end a major chapter in the story of scum in the post apocalyptic wasteland. The world would be a better place with Gregory Samson dead. Still... something about this situation felt a little different than all of their other death defying moments. "Bailiff...Megan. If I don't make it out of this... Don't stop. Never stop, and never die. Promise me that."
In their rather long run together, he could count the times in which he'd stepped past a professional tone on one hand. His were shaking right now, though. They never shook. Hers were too. "Well... We don't want to be late to the show. Wish me luck."
The Judge most definitely didn't have a sniper. He also didn't have a clue what was going on...
CRACK!
Wait... He knew the sound of that rifle... he'd heard it many times before; it was a browning left handed bolt action. A hunting rifle; but it had been turned into an instrument of death. He'd been chasing the man who used it for some time.
"Clive..."
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He'd been chasing this caravan all day, and what did he see when he got there? Some mutant B#%$ had taken his gains... And the Judge was there, too. that wasn't as much of a surprise; the bastard had been following him ever since the grenade trap incident. Apparently he took it personally. Clive pulled the bolt back on his rifle, ignoring the brass as it clinked against the ground. He could probably ace the chick with the next shot, and take out the Judge after; he'd found out which side to shoot by now, and he knew he was standing just outside of the sap's range. No way he would be able to stop him.
It was good to tie up loose ends.
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Damnit. Where was he? He'd felt something he knew the direction the shot had come from... Where... Where?
"CLIVE!"
Wait a second... He felt it... The hunter was clever; smarter than anyone else he'd fought... But he didn't take into account the slowly increasing range of the Judge's mutation... There he was... At the edge of his long, feeling finger tips... chambering a round.
He could try to strike first... That would give Andrea a chance to flee, though... Damnit! Who should he attack? The man who had killed countless people, and haunted him for the better part of a year, or the woman he used to love, turned monster?
...
Apparently it wasn't a hard decision; he was already jumping toward Clive.
His unannounced attack had stirred the beast, and it reacted like a beast should... It spouted nonsense, and charged in. It seemed she'd even gained the speed of a primal monster as well, probably somewhere around the point where she'd lost a hold of her humanity. She moved faster than he'd expected, a blade brandished for a quick, if a bit over zealous strike. He used a burst of energy from his foot to fling himself to the side, wincing as he felt the blade scrape along his left side as he moved, tearing right through his silk armor... Luckily he'd been able to avoid a direct blow... She was faster than he was.
He was better; his prey over the year had been skilled killers... Hers, probably not so much.
As he flew toward a tumbled toward the ground, he pulled another J, and flinged it over his shoulder at her last spitter. He needed to take them out if he was going to win this. Unfortunately, they were all moving erratically... He may not hit his target. Either way, though, he was hitting something. If he could keep her charging in senselessly, this would be a quick battle.
He rolled to his feet, and immediately dove behind the cart, pulling his blade from his back... One more charge in, and he could behead Medusa once and for all.
He had everything he needed. He didn't want to hear her speak anymore. She had nothing worthwhile to say; it was all the same meaningless @#$^ he'd heard from bandit after bandit before putting a hole in their head. He wasn't ready to give up on this world. Not while he still had breath in his lungs. Not while people like her still did the best they could to make this place even worse.
He would kill her. He would bury this family. He would hang her from something high so that the world could see what happened to people like her, just like the rest of the bandits... and then he would go his separate way, hating himself even more for having to do this.
"so be it."
He moved quickly, a hand sliding up his arm to pinch a J-shaped piece of metal, which he flicked her way in a flash of speed, aiming to clip a snake right from the top of her head... He knew which ones could spit, he aimed at one of those... Also... he just wanted her to hurt. Deep down inside he wanted to scream at her. To cry... How could she? How could she turn into this?
His fists clenched so tight he feared they might burst as she compared herself to him. They were the same? In what diluted, sick way where they anything alike?!
Slowly, he unclenched his hands, feeling how they cramped, and nearly refused his command... He had something he needed to do. At an agonizing pace, he moved his arms so that his palms were placed against each other... His hands spreading out in contact with each other... It almost looked like he was praying.
"These fine people lived just fine up until now without killing innocents..." What was he doing with his hands? Well, he certainly wasn't praying... It was a new trick he'd learned, actually... His body absorbed energy, and to a point, naturally amplified it... He'd found that if he took this position, concentrated, and held still, he could feed energy into himself to slowly build it without attacking his right side. It wasn't quite as fast as the more direct tactic, but it was less assuming.
"There is one big difference between you and I... You kill helpless innocents in order to make a living... I kill people who kill helpless innocents in order to make a living... You know what that means, right, Andrea?"
He'd stated it pretty plainly, he was sure... One of them wasn't leaving this place alive. Part of him wished that he could allow it to be him
Without a doubt. There was no denying it. She was no longer the woman he loved... She was something else. Something horrible.
He stood silently as Megan attacked, and the body of a woman was used to block the bullets... It didn't matter... She'd already been killed... It was just further insult to her memory... He wondered if the woman was the mother of the shape of a young man not too far away... It was sickening. Megan froze in her tracks, a victim of the amazon's stony gaze... It was for the best.
"So... this is it... This is what you want to be?" It was probably an oddly personal statement coming from a man the woman had...'never met.' It was a stern question... Not filled with hatred, or disgust... No, it was all disappointment. Even as the words left his mouth he felt something else leaving him. What was it?
Oh yeah... Hope.
This whole time he'd been keeping a dull flame alive, somewhere deep in his chest. It was a fragile thing, and he'd carefully fed it to be sure it didn't die.
But here, with the love of his life grasping the lifeless form of a poor woman, whose family she'd killed, that flame was snuffed out.
The view was beautiful. Odd, huh? Most people who flew their first time freaked out or something, right? He felt fine... how could he not? They were going so fast! He felt everything breeze past the craft's hull; every cloud was filled with stuff. The sleek hull cut through that stuff in a way that felt spectacular; he couldn't describe it to the others in the plane if he wanted to.
He fiddled with some metal marbles in his hand as he thought; he'd picked up recently... they made decent non-lethal projectiles for him, and it helped that they had a metal manipulator on their side, even if she was a little green.
She showed her green-ness again by asking the somewhat hesitant question: "Sae... dae you all feel ready?" He chuckled a little... She was a good kid, and she was skilled enough with her mutation... Poor girl needed to work on her confidence, though. He realized briefly that his chuckle might be taken in the wrong way, though. It was more an endearing thing.
Koga speaking up broke the tension, there.
"We have to be ready. Unfortunately, for jusst about anything, The issland is pretty ssmall, sso, whatever the isssue iss, it sshould be apparent, fairly quickly. Sso, long asss we work together, I doubt there is much this group can't handle. I haven't met all of you, My name iss Ryuichi Koga, you can all call me Koga. My mutation iss Reptilian bassed, I blend, wall crawl and consstrict. and while my xgene doessn't pack asss much punch asss a lot of yours doesss, I make up for it by keeping in tip top shape and learning everything I can to give us any possible edge. Should we go around the room really quick and let everyone else know who we are working with?"
Kid was on the ball. He placed his marbles in the bag he'd opted to place on his belt, and spoke up. "I'll go next, then, if you don't mind. My name's Saphirus. They call me the Masochist... My right side absorbs kinetic force. The left side dishes it out... That prolly makes me the hard hitter of the team. I've worked with most of you before, but just to be clear... If I ask you to attack me, don't be shy. Also, I'm the guy that's gonna be jumping from this jet without a parachute. So.. Yeah... Go me."
Something about having a girlfriend he loved, a solid chance at finally making the team, and being in a freaking hyper-sonic jet made him feel a little confident about life, and himself in general, at the moment. He wondered if he sounded full of himself.
Aww, man... No blush? Maybe he would have to take his shirt off again. Quick! Find an excuse! Nope, they were already headed toward the hair cut place... But... what was this? They were diverting toward the high-class place next door? But! But! The other place had sports magazines you could read while they cut your hair! How was that not the better option?
He squeezed her hand a little as the woman behind the counter addressed her hair... He had the odd urge to punch her. He didn't. That would be bad. But seriously... where did she get off? Huh?
Apparently on him. That was apparently when he felt her undressing him with her eyes. "Ahem."
They went to their seat, and he looked at Andrea helplessly as he stirred nervously in his seat. "I dunno if I like this place, Baby... Kinda feel a bit underclassed for it, ya know?" He looked over to the girl at the counter, who promptly found another place to look.
Greaaaaat.
"Maybe we should go next door. I hear they serve buffalo wings while you wait!" Just saying it made him realize it wasn't gonna happen. Women never liked man things... Who made a man themed haircut place anyway? Prolly took quite the odd guy.
It was a female... She knew he was there... Odd... Was she a victim or a raider? She didn't seem to have the body shape of a raider... She was a mutant though- a sudden nipping of his shoulder caused him to jump a little.
The hell? Megan had a better view... That meant the spiders most likely had discovered that this woman was probably their bad guy. Oh well... It looked like there were no survivors after all. He was sure he could take one single mutant on alone. He got ready to step forward and initiate his attack when something about the woman's voice caught on his mind. It was familiar... Her shape was, too... He didn't even hear Megan rushing up as he stepped forward, out of his cover, and turned to look at her... All he saw was a slightly green blur...
"You..." His hand slowly wandered to his chest... His heart skipped one, and then two beats. The rest of the world slowly faded away: The spider, still biting him... The sound of approaching footsteps... Everything was gone. His eyes slowly closed.
"You did this?" He felt out the bodies... a whole family... Slaughtered like cattle. There was no one else here to take the fall, but he couldn't allow himself to believe it. He refused. unless he heard it from her own lips, she was innocent.
Hmmm... Something was wrong. She kept a straight enough face, but she kinda mumbled a little bit. He looked down at the shirt for a second, and then back at her...
Three... Two...One... aaaaaaand sinking feeling. "Oh, no! It's nothing like that... It's a joke. Um... From a website. There's these stick figures, and one of them is always all sad and alone. Heh. He's called forever alone." It wasn't exactly an accurate depiction, but it was the best he could think up on the spot.
He quickly walked on over to her, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, turning to wake a few steps before he realized that he was wearing clothes that weren't his.
A short change and a purchase later, they were walking toward the nearest haircut place; he could get the rest of his clothes later, and there were plenty of other shops to go to! For now, she seemed to like the idea of him getting cleaned up.
"A wild man, huh? I dunno... I thought it lent a more manly air to me. No? How about we go to that place right..." Flex, flex, point while flexing, being sure to hold muscle near girlfriend's face. "over there?" It was a Omega-cuts. A small, crappy haircut chain. Right next to it was a nice salon.
Still... Having a certain someone around made it... tolerable... That was saying a lot, because as he stood, in a wife beater, an upside down golf visor, cargo pants, and exposed boxers, he noted that without her there, he may have opted to jump off of something really high, and not land on the right side.
"Uh... Next? Please god, next."
Next it was!
This one wasn't much better... A black turtle neck, gold chain, and leather pants... Jesus... The shades only made it look worse. He stood, looking at the mirror, and back to Andy... Was this some harsh way of paying him back for the first store?
"It would be a mercy killing."
He couldn't help but smile a little, though... He had to admit, deep down inside... he was probably having as much fun with this as she was. Next!
Letterman Jacket, aviators, jeans. He waggled his eyebrows at her, and pretend tossed a football. Turning to her afterwards. "Eh..? Eh?" Nope.
Next!
Red leather suit ala a certain comedian... He attempted the signature eddy laugh, and kinda got close to it. Not even close!
Next!
A black shirt that said "I'm with no one." with a forever alone face on it, and jeans... He felt rather comfortable on it. "Well, wacha think? Clothing set number one?"
WVOOSH! The wind whipped past as they were greeted with the sound and sensation of landing in gravel. He felt the rubble pile coming up quick, and knew right away that they'd over shot it a bit. Still, he was able to get a tiptoe down to touch the ground and kill their momentum, so they landed a little bit awkwardly, with him somewhat cradling her to prevent injury... she wasn't wearing steel armor, after all.
"Take note... that was more like 60 meters. You alright?" He promptly let her go after realizing he was still clinging to her, and rolled to stand... He hoped who ever they were trying to get the drop on them didn't hear the iffy landing, but he doubted that; they may have just lost the element of surprise. "This cover should block gun fire well, just stay low, and don't peek out. You can cover me with your pistol... watch my back." Without another word, he silently scrambled over the rubble pile, and started sneaking as best you could in half armor toward the cart, staying low, and feeling the area out with his sense...
It seemed like there were some downed bodies... no heart beats... he was too late to save anyone... Had they put up a fight, though? He could have sworn he only felt one person, and even then... the top half of their form was odd... as if it were moving... A mutant, maybe? A certain hair manipulator he'd fought a giant clay squid man with popped into mind... Nope... Most likely not.
He took his sweet time approaching. If someone poked a head out, Megan would alert him.
"Good..." He stated flatly at her estimation of the range. He made a quick note to try to find a way to teach her range estimation. Being blind, that would be somewhat tough, but he was sure he could find a way...The good thing was that he had enough energy to get them both up close for a surprise attack.
The bad thing was that he didn't have enough for much else... Maybe it was best he dropped her off half way. "To the right?" He supposed he could drop her behind the cover, and then jump on out... He was fairly safe from most gun fire with his armor on, so he wasn't really worried about your average bandit.
"Is there a half way point? Some cover I can drop you at? Maybe something ten meters away... Ten good steps. That should be enough." He twitched his head a few times, but couldn't get a reading from that far just yet... Still, his range was growing... Pretty soon he might not even need to have Megan walk him through every move further than ten feet. That would be good.
"If your spiders haven't spotted anything yet, there can't be many of them... Maybe even only one or two... This could be an easy one."
"How far away is the target?" He asked the woman next to him as he prepared for a rather lengthy jump... They'd heard word of many passing caravans being raided in this area, and he was here to find and kill the raiders... It looked like their tip off had been right on the money; Megan was getting really good at that whole information gathering thing. As of right now, she was staring at a caravan in the distance... his dim eyes only made out a blur a bit different than the surrounding area, but it looked about right... His senses couldn't read quite that far, so he trusted her with the long sight.
"I'll drop you close, and move in closer... We have to be careful, we don't know how many there are... It looks like they don't have any transportation of their own, so we can rule out it being a large raiding party; there aren't any along this road, and I doubt any of the big groups would come this far out for slim pickings." It was true... this area was one of the first ones looted and scraped bare by all of the hungry survivors back in the day... There was nothing left here, and anyone coming through here was probably headed toward better things.
Leave it to some bandits to ruin that for them, though. Bastards... It was odd, though... he didn't recall hearing any gunshots. "Have you managed to get any spiders close to the area?" He knew the suckers could only move so fast, but he didn't mind jumping in blind on a small job like this. He made sure his J's were strapped in tight to his chest and fore arms, and that his newly modified paper cutter blade was secure in it's sheath. "I'm ready."
