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.
Jonas noted the smiled melting away as she thought, but she clearly shook those thoughts - feelings? - away before speaking of confidence and plans. Was this about someone she used to work with, be with? It was interesting that her next words about avoiding cocky behavior while following a plan. That sure sounded like good advice for someone who ran cons, or heists, or rescue missions under cover…
Or maybe it was about climbing corporate ladders, but she didn’t quite look the part. Didn’t mean she didn’t own her own business, but Ved doubted she worked at a law firm or one of the financial giants here in the city. They were pretty strict on attire.
She respected the whiskey choice, and he respected a love of rum. He gave a country nod and warm smile at her refreshing comment. Cesca was a pretty interesting name. “Cesca, thank ya,” he said quickly.
Cesca ordered, calling him her new buddy, and even spelled out the first drink was on her. Ved wasn’t sure if this was a good sign or a laying out of the rules. Either she had game and was setting up well or she was doubly clarifying expectations. Either way, he decided, this was already a good evening and Jonas was certainly enjoying himself.
“Yeah, wow,” Jonas replied at Cesca’s remark on the musician’s talent. The bartender quickly extended both drinks from between the two. “Thank you for this,” the southern boy lifted his drink to clink it with Cesca’s. “Cheers!” And after they did he took a quick, refreshing sip.
“Oh thanks for the lime,” he said quickly, glancing back at the bartender who gave a nod. His eyes went to Cesca and then back to this winged musician, who had stood as he played. Tail tapped and wings beat with the percussion. It’d be rude to ask if he played a harp right, but he seemed talented. Did the moving wings help focus the sound? Or maybe it muffled the chit-chatting around the lounge?
“What brought you out tonight? Trying this new place?” Jonas asked with an inquisitive tone that betrayed his own reason for coming out: trying the new place.
Teddy pursed his lips slightly, a few nods given but eyes still wide as Kimberly mentioned her power, “Control’s good then, yup.” But he tried not to interrupt any more as she continued. His smile increased about the instructor availability and he gave an affirming nod of interest.
He wondered where the barbarian comment came from, a curious furrowing of his brow and slight cant of his head giving that away. Ved wondered too - did she know a barbarian or did she just play Dungeons and Dragons? Either way, this chick was cool.
That smile became a slightly bashful grin, his eyes glancing away as if he was nervous - he wasn’t - when she complimented him and called him a friend. “Oh well, I don’t want to be one of those guys who just gets older, falls into a routine, doesn’t keep up with his physique and well, relying on all the punching of boxing isn’t going to cut it,” he nodded. “Also I did some like better person reading and so the discipline, the safer approach of learning to take someone down rather than out seemed, er, well… wise.”
He shrugged, wincing a bit at the focus about himself. Ved had created Teddy to be a well-meaning kid who moved to New York to get away from a tough family life, but was meandering a bit. People did that all the time here, and it made for easy meetings. It also gave Ved a good persona to go out seeking to learn, meet new people, find new things.
“But uh, yeah, I’d love to sign up for the Brazilian jujutsu then. You looked amazing over there, so if you think the instructors are good, I am so in!” Teddy nodded excitedly.
Ved picked out that accent real fast. This woman was from Chicago, or at least nearby. One of his main personas here in NYC was from Chicago; thankfully not the one he was sporting now. Jonas was more fun anyway and he loved the South Carolina affectation.
Indeed, Jonas gave a look of surprise as the young woman said it was her first time here. He followed her to the bar with a, “Wow I assumed you basically ran this place.” Another few nods were made about what to order and he blushed just ever so slightly as she said the first drink was on her.
“Thanks, maybe I’ll join your rum and cola with a whiskey cola then,” he grinned, eyes big and green and bright. “I’m Jonas by the way. Nice to meet you.” The tall drink of - whiskey apparently - leaned against the bar but purposely avoided getting in the sightlines of this leather-jacket beauty and the bartender.
The bartender - a mid 20’s transfer from upstate with chocolate brown eyes and a lot of energy - prompted Cesca with a, “Hey, what can I get for you?”
Jonas - or truthfully Ved as it were - scanned the crowd and heard the call of the musicians- Holy shit was that a sphinix? Lion man? What were they called locally? He had wings! Carrick O’something was it. Irish? It seemed he was quite the bard. “That guy is using his tail as he plays,” Jonas remarked with wonder as he leaned in toward his new friend, as if it was some secret the whole bar couldn’t see. “Wow!”
Teddy leaned back on his heels, bright smile on his face as Kimberly introduced herself. He stuck his hands in his pockets as she talked about the dojo’s place for Mutants and Humans alike. When she asked about a particular style of training he bopped his head side to side. There was a chuckle and a blush as she mentioned a large bag flying through a window and car again. His hazel eyes went wide with surprise and amusement.
“Nope, no powers to worry about,” he shrugged. A hand left a pocket and pointed at the bag she’d just been hitting. “I saw your blue energy though, whatever that was looked cool. Guess you got it under control though as the bag didn’t fly through a window and car,” he chuckled.
“I’ve boxed for years, started in junior high when I was getting picked on. Dad brought me to a boxing gym. I figured I wanted to learn something more like, well less about direct violence and more like jujutsu. Hold them to calm down, disarm people, get some discipline for myself that’s not just,” and here his voice got deeper like he was acting tough, “Oh I’ll punch you in the face if you start with me, bro.”
Another shrug as his voice went back to normal, “What I’d read a few different martials arts would be good for that so I figured I’d check out this dojo before I went for a run today. What do you think?”
There was a guy with a fake rolex. There was a person with really nice unisex perfume or cologne on. An older woman was answering work emails on her phone. And there was a gorgeous young woman with unnaturally gold-mustard eyes that were well complemented by the gold of her jewelry. The leather jacket was just a great touch and he loved that black tie. This was a woman who knew what she liked and how she wanted to be seen.
Fun.
Being tall, he gravitated to the side of the elevator to give others more room. Up it started but he caught the half-smile that came his way from the bad ass in the crimson blouse. He returned that smile with a full one, and the nod with a nod though it was canted some 20 degrees much like you’d see down south. There was a bit of a bow in that nod, a bit of a hello there. Jonas was a persona Ved was well practiced in after all.
As the elevators opened and people scooted off into the pomegranate, ruby royal red and light and black leather of this bar, Jonas bid the young woman go first with a casual gesture. There was music but it wasn’t terribly loud, top 40 with a bit of EDM, but quiet enough that the lounge could truly be a lounge and not a nightclub.
“It’s my first time here. Got a drink recommendation?” he asked with a hint of South Carolina in his tone.
The door to the dojo opened and in walked a 5’10” midwesterner. Corn fed and smiles, the strawberry blond looked a bit thick - muscled and maybe of mind - but his hazel eyes had a friendly wonderment to them. Dressed in sneakers, well-fitted gray sweats, and a Notre Dame hoodie, he moved in and looked about. He grinned and waved at a few kids and their parents as they left.
“‘Ey dere!” he called then cleared his throat. “Oh uhm hey there,” he tried to sound a bit less like the Chicagoan this accent was used for. “Sorry you da instructor or owner or both maybe? I was hoping to find a good dojo to practice and maybe get some training too.”
The Press Lounge had just opened in Hell’s Kitchen. It was quickly garnering attention with the young influencers of social media but also the well-to-do establishment of the city. Those somewhere in between liked the smaller price point, the grew views, the patio heat lamps and open fires… It was popular now and sure to be popular once the warmer temps hit considering that wading pool, so best to become a known regular now.
Certainly Ved had no interest in becoming a known regular, but he did appreciate getting the lay of the land. This seemed like a prime place to grab a drink, pick up a lead or two, or maybe just have some fun. He readied himself as appropriate with some fine attire, some loose change, his business cards for this guise’s work, and off he went.
Entering the lobby he went not towards security or the elevators for the various offices or smaller residences, but the direct elevator for the lounge. Jonas was seemingly 6’4” with auburn curls, bright green eyes, and a wide smile of pearly whites. Some old boots, a nice pair of denim jeans, and a brown bomber jacket over a crisp white shirt spilled the beans he had some southern heritage to speak of.
He glanced around at the few others nearing as the doors opened and they climbed into the elevator.
Wow, he’d pulled it off. Gotten digits – probably real from the way she sounded – and a follow up date. Warlock was impressed! I mean, she could still play the friend card but she didn’t drop any sign of pushing a meet up with friends, casually mentioning seeing anyone else… Nothing like that.
“Hey man, good for you,” he grinned. “I was hoping ‘cause man I didn’t know,” the New York accent – well studied over the last few months – went on. It was a bit Brooklyn. He smiled at the stocky bloke. “You always wonder if you’re accidentally seated next to some blind date or what not. Made a friend though, yeah? Hopefully more?”
He pursed his lips and nodded, impressed. “Whatever the hell soup is or was… Glad more’s on the menu!” he chuckled. “I’m Ryan.”
“One caramel whatever she’s-“ the soft-toned flirt murmured as he went to gesture toward the table and found instead the girl next to him. He grinned playfully and nodded. “Whatever she’s having, please.”
The young man at the register and the girl next to him giggled and nodded – and probably rolled their eyes after they turned around. Then the girl touched him and offered to pay for him! Well wasn’t that luck. He hadn’t even suggested as such. “Sure, thank you,” he smiled. She followed it up with a straight coffee. Long days and nights perhaps? Probably fun…
Moving aside others began to order and they waited. The girl leaned in to whisper and a cocky, wry grin blossomed on his lips as she did. It remained through training but he couldn’t hide the twitch of his eyebrows as she asked him what kind of mutant he was.
Well. Suffice to say a slew of profanities ran through his head when she did that! How’d she know? Who did she know? How’d she guess? Or could she know? What could she do? There were a few possibilities. He’d heard of a guy that could smell the difference of your DNA but caffeinated guesses of luck probably weren’t here thing. There was something else.
So, letting his brow settle down and finding some attempt at warmth in his voice, he leaned in to her. He could play a bit of this game. He might not have all the cards now, but maybe he could draw one or two clues from the circumstances. Power blossomed on his right hand as he lightly touched at her back and he brought his lips closely to her ear. “You should be careful what you whisper to strangers,” he whispered as the suggestion of his touch flowed into her: stumble back as if light-headed.
Of course, Warlock was a gentleman and he had all intention of catching her before she hit the ground.
Spring was in the air, contracts were lining up, and Warlock had money to burn. Of course, he didn’t want to spend it or at least spend as little of it as possible. Dressed in his best charming, sweet princely guise he ventured off the mall. What kiosk vulture or sales associate didn’t like a little playful flirting and attention? He was only too happy to help
Jeans, button down white shirt tight enough to hint at the body beneath, hair slicked back slightly but messy, bright eyed, warm smile, a few nice accessories, and a quick peruse of entertainment website and he was ready for idle pop culture chit chat and fawning. Oh he had made good fun of it. Some shoes that shouldn’t have been part of the sale, cologne that wasn’t exactly already opened beforehand, early access to the sale at Macy’s, and some sunglasses he’d just straight up stolen: shopping was fun. He chuckled with the jewelry kiosk girl. Oh yeah, the Kardashians were the best! They’d love that onyx ring too! A playful touch to the shoulder as he winked of how fun she was and there ya go: half off the ring.
Man he was thirsty. Manipulating sleeping mundane mortal morons was tiring! Caffeine was most definitely required for further mission activates!
The damn coffee shop seemed concerned it might rain indoors. As if. What were they afraid of? Weather mutants? Please. Ved chuckled as he walked by a not so bad looking dirty blond sipping her caramel whatever as he headed for the counter. Hm, maybe later.
The lights somehow capture the smoky sunset of Mexico. It was one of the reasons he loved coming here. Well there was that and the food was damn good. A taco with excellent salsa, a burrito with amazing beans, and some excellent guacamole. Who needed fast food chains? This was New York. He’d gotten real comfortable here even if he’d had to lay low after Halloween.
In dark denim with a few bracelets and a couple rings on his fingers, the long dark haired brooding twenty something flipped through a title-less book and occasionally checked his phone as he ate. He had contracts to choose from but it was nice to do a little reading too. Honestly he’d had to get used to it. It was so boring being normal sometimes.
Thankfully there was a Lunch Show too! Rebecca and Richard: Stranger Soup. At first he’d thought it a blind date but it sounded like they literally bumped into one another and decided to grab lunch together. That was the least New York thing he’d heard of since… well, since he got here. The fact she worked at the Bronx zoo was interesting; he’d hooked up with a girl from the zoo right? Yeah, that was a while ago… What was her name… It wasn’t Rebecca right?
They went from talking whales and octopi to the love life of fish. The girl was clearly Dutch and had an academic’s mind. Talking of parasites while eating tortilla sure made a test for the stomach. From his table a bit over yonder Warlock was watching to see if this ‘Richard’ lost his lunch at the conversation topic. Richard was a stocky local bloke, but seemed nice enough. Oof, but he was trying wasn’t he? This lunch was like 3 bites and 1 animal topic from putting Richard in the friend zone.
Soup was certainly off the menu. What the hell was so important about soup?
“You will all fall,” the knight shouted, his sword glowing brilliantly, as he charged at his enemies. He roared with inspiration, knowing those he protected and the ideals he fought for. That he couldn’t remember much else save his profession hadn’t yet come up. He charged a vampiric man, fangs bared, and with one swipe to the chest the creature screamed to the floor.
A foul hell hound barked and bit his arm. He raked it over back and to the ground it crumpled. A snake-haired woman. A ghost. An evil sorcerer…
Something was odd. Everyone was fighting, the chaos of battle clear. But some of these attacks weren’t even enough to kill a man, let alone undead or powerful spellcasters. Yet on the ground they were, barely breathing or even moving. Were they all faking? Was this a distraction?
“Outside!” he yelled. “This is a trick! It’s a distraction! Get outside!” he urged, and unfortunately most heard. He ran through the crowd back to the muse, the angel. He shouted further as he passed others, “Get outside now!” Were they going to destroy the castle? Was there a great army approaching?
Once to the side of the fairer heroes for the doors and the grounds he went! Of course, so too did any that heard him over the sound of the fighting.
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((OOC: I'm going with the idea the kiss has pushed Warlock's suggestion ability into an area affect based on his words here. Feel free to message if ya think it's too far! All in good fun! ))
Green eyes widened as the Muse spoke to him. He bowed his head but looked upon her with both wonder and hunger.
>> "We can't let it ruin the order the immortals has blessed the world with! Hold back the monsters, the hour is here for the heroes to fight side by side with the Gods of Olympus! Go with my blessing, and a kiss of divine inspiration..."
>> ”I’m Captain Texas and Captain means I’m the Captain of… That your Captain… “
Our warrior knew someone else was speaking but he was too enthralled with the lips of the ancient before him. He straightened as he stepped into the glorious immortal who had offered her blessing. With both arms extended, sword readied but away from the fair lady, the warrior tasted inspiration, tasted beauty…
Tasted power.
>> “…That I Captain your Captain...Aww screw it. let’s fight!”
"Thank you," the warrior whispered as he stepped back, jaw set with determination but eyes fixed with the vision before him. “Yes,” he bellowed in return to this Captain Texas. “We fight!” he called, eyes scanning the room and finding a large, snake-headed man drawing closer to the King’s throne. “You will fall snake man!” he shouted, words humming with power, encouraging and urging…
“Comrades of the light, the dark’s denizens must be vanquished!” he commanded as he charged forward. Indeed, his very whims were suggestions powered mightily, uncontrollably through the Muse’s kiss. Others turned and roared fighting cheers as they dashed goblins. Fair spellcasters chanted powerful words at the undead while other mighty heroes dashed into the fray.
Few noticed the park snake man falling behind the throne.
There was a bright light and Warlock was quick to move away from the open door. The chance of some flash bomb going off through the window was enough to make him dive. Of course that didn’t matter as its brilliance spread through the corridors, cracks, and stained glass of the mansion. He rose up a true warrior, a slayer of demons, devils, and all dragon kin – especially dragon kin.
He heard the shouting and worried for the liege of this castle, but he was not sworn to any particular king. He hadn’t the opportunity to settle into the quiet comfort of one fiefdom. No, he roamed the land fighting the good fight wherever he might be needed. In this time it was here and now, so he ran for the greatest amount of commotion.
A sword of worn, but cleaned and polished steel was drawn from its sheath as he knocked a large winged monkey aside. Into the throne room he dashed to find chaos. A trio of scantily clad witches who seemed vaguely familiar withered at his approach. “Back, vile wenches!” he roared angrily. His eyes widened however at the sight of two beauties near the farther wall. “Stay back, witches, or the floor shall find your head!”
“To arms, brethren!” he called to the other knight and the… strangely attired mercenary. He was no knight but his traveler’s cloak, starred banner, and leather hat spoke volumes of his dangerous travels. “Protect the angelic visitor! Blessed be our trials this night!” He moved with two daring leaps to near the angel, the muse, the crusader, and the lonestar hero.
