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.
Even if all he did was attend this party it was worth it to get his way into Haven. The well-connected and wealthy all liked to make a show of helping. They apparently liked to party too. Ved was all for a good party, especially with good music, good drinks, good decorations, and a crazy amount of people. He took to the costume he’d bought online, scruffy musculature and all. He hit the gym early in the day, added a bit of eye liner, threw in some red-irised contacts, and then was off. They tested the foam sword when he came in as if he’d bring a real one…
The person checking him over sure thought it was fake anyway!
The haunted house in a castle bit was fun. He hung out with a few girls outside, fetching them drinks, so he could go through with him. They hollered and screamed in play, but he’d shouted too! A few of those actors were almost too quiet… Mutant power to suppress sound maybe? Who knows with Haven; they were so mutant friendly. Warlock thought maybe too friendly, but that was fine. Goody goodies were all too easy to manipulate.
The giant skeleton got his attention fast when he left the girls behind. He’d maybe hook up with ‘em later. He got the digits; there was no hurry. He wanted to have fun after all. And where was Mr. Skeleton going? Warlock stalked him from the crowd for a bit, watching him go door to door and peering in.
“Hey cool castle right?” he said in a deep baritone, playing up the draconic warrior bit, “What you looking for?”
>> ”No problem. You’re lucky I was around... hope it doesn’t sound like I’m too much of a hard ass if I tell you that you really need to be more careful.”
“Yeah, clearly,” Teddy nodded nervously. “I’m not so sure that was just a teach ya a lesson kind of hit.” He rubbed his jaw and blew an exasperated breath. “Real lucky.”
>> ”Hopefully you learned your lesson and it won’t happen again. What’s your name, kid? Maybe I can give you a lift... somewhere. Somewhere where they can’t track you down after I leave.”
“My name is Teddy,” he grinned cheerfully even as his eyes was darkening from the hit. “And thanks, I wouldn’t mind… Wait,” he blinked a few times. “Do you mean like, lift lift?” He glanced upward, eyes widening. He wasn’t about to turn down a chance to fly! Damn, nice.
The X-Man offered a hand and Teddy – as he set himself up to be – took it while sending a suggestion of trust for the green eyed young man. He looked disheveled now, a few scrapes, and a healthy bruise on his eye. Rising to his feet, Teddy shook his head and sighed.
>> ”Are you okay? What was all that about?”
“We were playing some cards. They’re like ‘oh winner buys beer’ and I thought sure,” Teddy smirked and then frowned. “Then it was how about something a bit more interesting. It wasn’t a lot,” he glanced down shamefully. “Just a hundred a piece and I won, but some girl… She put cards under my drink!" he looked up, holding eye contact. And it’s true – she had – since Teddy had suggested her to do so.
“They suddenly get all pissed when I go to take a drink – why would I have lifted the glass if I knew I had cards hidden there?” Teddy shook his head. “Suddenly I owe them double. Maybe it was a set up. I don’t walk around with hundreds of dollars. They freak out and here we are. Guess this is why they say be careful in the big city and not to gamble. My momma warned me,” he sighed again.
“Thank you though, really. You uh… You got some cool powers, uhm, sir,” he smiled gently.
“What the-“ the second muttered as the shield manifested between him and the young man on the ground.
“Wow,” the kid grunted as he leaned back and let the supporting wall help him up. The Shard guy had cool powers. It wasn’t hard to find out what you needed about the X-Men. The fact this guy could fly too seemed unfair. The fish scale appearance was a nice touch. Man, his lip hurt…
>> “You really don’t want to attack me,”
“Mutie,” the first shouted as his eyes narrowed. It hadn’t been hard to find racist, bigoted jerks either.
>> “Honestly, I’m telling you. It’s more trouble than it’s worth.”
“Ha,” the first laughed and the second smirked, but he glanced warily at the shield protecting his target.
The kid went to move and the second took his chance to throw a punch but no, it hit the shield. The first took his chance with the knife before getting hit, grabbed, and flung back. It happened fast and the kid rolled through a bit of foul water and scurried up near to the mutant.
“F this, man,” the first roared. “We’ll get our money.”
“Let’s go,” the second urged.
“I didn’t cheat,” Teddy pleaded. “That girl set me up.”
The two were retreating down the other end of the alley, but the first kept the knife in hand. The second retreated faster though he sneered at the kid.
“F off,” the first growled as all eyes turned on the man who’d walked into the alley.
“Yeah, can’t you see this is a private party?” the second warned.
“Nah, they can’t see so good, y’know?” the first snickered at his low-grade, racist joke.
“Hey fellas, leave him outta this,” Teddy insisted, trying to step away from the wall. The second pivoted, looming, and Teddy ducked as the fist came flying.
The first reached a couple fingers into his long, plaid-shirted sleeve and with a flick, a long knife was in his hand. “F. Off,” he urged, eyes narrowing on the newcomer while Teddy dove sideways into garbage and rolled, trying to keep the second off of him.
It had taken some patience and some planning but it was time. Ved had done his research, set up the space and triggers, and put a few key players in place. He’d listened carefully for the right opportunity and today he’d heard it: Shard was out patrolling. Social media betrayed much of city activities; you just had to watch the right feeds and trends. Police scanners did the rest.
A poker game had gone wrong for young Teddy Jackson. He’d gotten caught or at least Ved had made sure he did by two dumb brutes who were remarkably easy to manipulate. A swift punch to the gut and Teddy grunted in pain.
“We caught ya,” the first growled.
“Taking our money was your first mistake,” the second chuckled.
“Getting caught was the second,” the first laughed in response.
“I swear, no,” the late 20 something Teddy insisted as he get up. “I didn’t put that card under my drink. It was that girl. She took some of my chips.”
“Yeah right,” one said, Teddy wasn’t sure whom it was, as he dodged one fist only to get thrown in the wall of the alley.
Teddy fell back against the wall, knocking over a trash can and screaming in surprise. If things were timed right the Xer should be close by.
“You’re gonna pay buddy,” someone said loudly as Teddy stumbled back. The Chicago-sounding native was all of 5’10” and his baggy clothes didn’t speak to much in the way of cash flow. Of course that’s exactly how it was supposed to look.
“Guys, I swear-“ Teddy insisted only to take a swift hit to the face. Ow. That he hadn’t anticipated right. But the faint sound of anime tunes?
>> ”Intimate experience. I would rather enjoy learning how she is doing now.”
The serpentine grin amused him and he was not surprised to hear she knew of the women. That she had tussled with the woman under the sheets – if they’d even made it to a bed – was fascinating. Perhaps this was who had invited her?
Across the floor they went, greeting the trio with velveteen word and still softer smiles. It was extremely entertaining that Agnes chose not to point out she knew the one woman. Perhaps her partner wasn’t aware? Oh that was sure to be delightful. All three were total foxes!
>> ”Agnes. And it is lovely to meet you.”
“Warlock, a pleasure,” he bowed his head only slightly, though his eyes never dropped. Only a fool put their eyes to the floor. It was respectful to acknowledge likely peers; it was a death wish to take your attention off of them.
It wasn’t long – perhaps it had been too long – and Warlock felt the need to get a libation. “Let me fetch us a drink,” he interjected in the conversation. “What would you prefer?”
With her order he detached from the conversation and found his way over to a bar tender. The evening called for whiskey and this bar had the finest bottle of Balvenie, Dalmore, and who knows what else he’d seen in far too long. Well-funded and willing to shell it out for the staff? That was quality and class right there. He studied the room carefully as the drinks were prepared, eyeing the others in conversation including the tête-à-tête of the woman and the man in jeans. The likely boss was still making the rounds while the lowly demon was flicking about.
What a crew. What a mutant crew. Interesting odds that.
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Interested in mischief? Want to pull a con or theft? Want to be targeted for a con or theft? Need some dirty work done? Or maybe you think Warlock would want to get to know your character?
This music had Ved dancing oh-so-closely to a couple girls he’d met on a walk this morning. Thankfully it wasn’t bump and grind. Man, that got old real fast. He liked this ‘cause it was all hips and soft bends at the ankles, knees, elbows, and shoulders. It was like stripping – which he assumed he’d be good at – and who didn’t want to be Magic Mike? Oh what a cover identity that would be!
The girls had to leave for the bathroom and he wasn’t about to dance alone. Besides, he wanted another drinks. The bar was looking a bit busy, but more than a little space had been granted a peculiarity: a dude in black boots and a jean jacket. That was most definitely not the attire for the Sunset Sands.
“Captain and coke, lime please,” Ved ordered from one of the bar tenders. He smiled sweetly at the girl and then side-eyed the guy beside him. Long hair didn’t care. Rough and tumble. Tall, strong, trained. Scarred but no piercings. Interesting. Ved was dressed in light denim and a billowy white button down, a few buttons open to the air and wandering hands. He was always amazed when someone undid a few buttons on the dance floor like no one had ever done that before, but hey he enjoyed it.
“Man, ya alright?” came the hint of a southern drawl from the 6’2” club-goer. “Misses kick ya out or is it the dog?”
>> "though considering the surrounding circumstances...maybe not the best idea in this case,"
Which followed into an agreeing smirk and a few more quick nods. Unfortunately, they were right. This girl was seeming useful enough to know and cool enough to party, but getting arrested wasn’t his plan. He’d had to have to leave her to take the heat and burn the Jonas identity.
>> "After that, I'm definitely going to be calling you. You now have an offer to make good on, after all,
He smiled broadly as he crossed his arms over the as broad chest. “And I’m glad you’ll hold me to it,” he chuckled. She took his joke in stride – he’d actually saved it under her name – and he exchanged the wink.
“Alright then. I’ll get goin’ first and shoot ya a text if the coast is clear. Nothin’ from me within 5 minutes and stay hidden,” he nodded again. “It’s like playing hookey from school again,” the humor kept in his voice. “Later,” he winked again and disappeared into the bushes.
A couple minutes later a text came in:
All clear, speak soon. Make sure ya call me next time you’re going to teach someone to watch their mouth!
The pink returned and Jonas was so in! Warlock was so in. The fact this girl was game right here honestly made him wonder if maybe there was more to be had than a distraction once in the future. She trembled at his touch, but it was clear it was in anticipation not worry or concern. He licked at his lips before they met. He drank deeply as the air around him sparkled like a tropical sunset.
“Man,” the southerner whispered as he drew back a moment, biting at his lip as he took a good look at her. “This is crazy,” he chuckled, and leaned in for another kiss but that too ended eventually. “Now I don’t mind a tumble in the woods,” he nodded, “But neither of us are gonna much enjoy it if there’s cops about.”
Jonas grinned, biting at his lip as one head fought with the other. “You gonna call me or will I even get an answer if I call yer number, huh?” he asked, running thumb and forefinger of one hand through her hair. “I saved it under Rainbow Brite,” he smiled more cheerfully than seductively now.
>> "A good philosophy. One that more people should probably follow,"
Jonas nodded. Quietly and privately, however, Warlock didn’t quite follow that rule. Yes, be careful whom you messed with but the whole respect thing was really a matter of perspective.
>> "Yep; one of few I actually know the almost exact meaning of,"
You could read this girl pretty easily, but man the hair made it even easier apparently! He had a pretty good idea what pink was too…
>> "Sounds like my kind of party,"
Jonas chuckled, pushing off the tree he’d be using for support while pretending to catch his breath. Her hair went bright yellow and he tilted his head to the side slightly and grinned at that. >> "Since we're already here, who says we have to wait?"
The southerner laughed as he thought of the sweltering march in the desert to help encourage a slight blush. He drew close to slide his hands along her sides and rest them upon her hips. “Ain’t nobody in charge of me or you,” he whispered softly, leaning in to kiss her.
