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.
Malcolm decided he needed to watch how he utilized words around the young girl. The big ones seemed to distract her, and if they confused her too much he was certain she would resort to being fearful once more. He paused and shook his head, ”Digress is just a fancy word. It means we got away from the conversation we had.”[/color] She seemed to form her own example of the phrase by talking about spiders. Malcolm waited politely, then answered the following question.
”I don’t believe my writing poses you any danger. Am I permitted to remain? We can talk about the spiders? Or more about the outside world?”[/color] he offered.
The plan came together and Malcolm grinned with approval. While he wasn't a smoker, he found a few pieces of wrapping paper they could use to generate smoke, while also being small enough he could put out any small fires that erupted and NOT actually burn the place down.
With team effort they got a haze quickly filling the area, and it was quickly waved toward the ceiling. Malcolm hoped this would work quickly, otherwise the whole store would smell like a cigarette on top of the other damage.
Finally, the sprinklers went off. Staff members flinched slightly as water came raining down, and the bears flailed in protest. The bear at the top of the tower tried to wave a weapon at them and his movements became awkward, heavy with water. Suddenly, he fell, crashing to the ground, flamethrower and all. Malcolm jumped out of the barricade.
"Charge!"
Soggy bears struggled to defend themselves from the staff members. One of the men had scooped up the flamethrower and managed to char a few unfortunate bears (impressive to accomplish charring of anything with sprinklers on). Then they made work of scoping out the back room.
"Should we keep anyone here as a fall back? Don't tactics suggest protecting the retreat is as important as a good attack?" That seemed likely.
Malcolm smiled at the girl. "Of course you aren't characters. But you are very cool. Do you realize how unique each and every mutant I encounter is? Even two mutants who both control water use their abilities in such different ways. One can use it to make shields and to travel, and another has learned to simply have a giant ocean in their living room. Oh, that one was fascinating. He had the most amazing lion fish! But, I digress." He got back on topic with a cough.
"Pink in itself is a very special thing. Definitely fitting of royalty," he added.
She had questions of her own, and Malcolm was more than willing to assist. "I will gladly answer what I can, your highness. The outside is a large place."
Rather than asking about trees, or plants, or people, she asked about killing again. Malcolm was quick to answer before she could panic. "I have never killed a person. Actually I've never killed anything, unless we are counting ants or spiders or something like that. Unfortunately, small insects get trodden every day despite best efforts to avoid them." Was that too much information for a child?
Malcolm wanted to bounce on the balls of his feet. He was going to get in touch with the mansion! And see if they would be interested in a convention! There were not enough explanation points to embrace how he was feeling. This was the best day ever, clearly.
And it got better. There was a distress call, a real life communicator getting a call for help. Chocolate, was attacking, and Shard was inviting him.
"I wouldn't miss it!" Malcolm said with all the dignity he could muster.
A few moments later, he caught sight of the bike they would be using, straight out of a Perry Hotter novel. Oh yeah, this was going to be AMAZING.
He was more than happy to be placed in a sidecar of a flying bike, hurtling toward possible danger. Where there was fear for normal humans, Malcolm just seemed to have extra excitement. Maybe one day Shard would regret becoming friends with the overenthusiastic writer, but today, they were going to be heroes. Big darn heroes indeed.
Sitting at the panel in front of the audience was like returning home to Malcolm. The faces, the questions, the talented individuals next to him brought the convention to life. While a lot of people loved to come for the cosplay and the dealers hall, Malcolm loved the panels. He loved talking, and hearing opinions. These little moments to interact with the community made him feel alive.
The first question to be addressed to him caught him off guard, though. Shard took the mic and Malcolm had to suppress a little fanboy moment when the super hero invited him to help out more in the future. Shiny!.
Controlling himself, he took the offered mic and grinned. "Well, I am out there following these heroes to get an idea what they face on a daily basis, and reflect that accurately in my web novels. I have certainly saved some tidbits from this latest event for the newest update of Mighty Moon. While I fictionalize some characters, I don't need to invent the crazy circumstances I have found myself in over the years shadowing these guys." He laughed, then continued. "I will certainly be shadowing more heroes when I can. Shard has been extremely generous letting me get an inside look into his heroics. Hopefully I won't disappoint on the next adventure!"
Stay very still. Malcolm did as he was told, trying not to move a single muscle. He focused on a spot on the ground, humming to himself as he did so. "Captain Hammer’s here, hair blowing in the breeze...." He hummed happily, stopping when she spoke again.
"Apologies, your highness, for not giving you my undivided attention. No, I am not here to hurt anyone. I am simply here to get to know the mutants. Having no powers myself, I just appreciate those with unique abilities. It's, really really cool." Before he could stop himself, he got excited again, and continued talking.
"Have you ever read a book and there are characters who can do magic, and you think 'wouldn't that be the most amazing thing to be able to do? Wave a wand and make something happen? Well, for me it's like that but all these cool characters are real and I just want to get to know them!" He gushed a little, still doing his best to stay 'very very still'.
"Like, there's this guy named Shard, and he made this super awesome armor, and he could fly with it! And then there was this girl who could take you into paintings, and we made costumes, and explored! I can write some fun stories, but nothing ever compares to what is already out in the real world."
Malcolm looked up in surprise when he was addressed, and flashed a smile. He didn't even look sheepish at being called out for his curiosity. He was always curious, after all. It was better to just own it. "I am waiting for someone, actually. But, it seems their meeting is running a bit late so now I'm...continuing to wait."
There really wasn't another way to put the situation. He laughed and held up his notepad.
"Malcolm Sterling, writer. Just here for an interview. Do you live here? This is really a fascinating place if I do say so!"
If she lived here, it would be almost guaranteed she was a mutant, which would have been incredible. Malcolm resisted jumping straight to that $100 question. She was nice, one way or another, with stunning hair and not a bad build. Malcolm was glad he looked relatively normal today. Not like an overenthusiastic fanboy. Normal fanboy! He could handle that!
Build a Bear had become a small bear civilization.
In the center of the store, all of the displays had been piled into what functioned as a sort of deformed castle. The stuffing machine was in the center, with white fixtures spaced tightly surrounding it. At the top of each fixture, a bear was waiting, armed with their choice of weapon. The stuffing machine had the largest bear, holding a working flame thrower as he barked orders to his minions. Or, he seemed to bark orders. It wasn't quite clear if they could actually speak, and no one had gotten close enough to make a judgement call on that.
The store workers had formed their own barricade behind the register, a few individuals who seemed oddly calm facing the calamity. Then again, after facing their share of spoiled children and temper tantrums, a few bears with weapons seemed almost normal. The manager had even taken one of the bear's safari hats and put it on his own head while he yelled to his workers for a game plan.
Nudging Elliot, Malcolm decided this was a man they needed for their attack.
"We come as reinforcements!" Malcolm said as he cut down a nearby bear and started hacking his way toward the employees. They quickly moved to make a spot for Elliot and Malcolm to join them. Several stuffing strewn bodies were flung aside and then Malcolm hopped onto the counter, standing guard from the taller vantage point.
"What information do you have? Numbers? Origins? Any injuries?"
He swatted a flying bear aside, and it crashed just shy of the bear tower. The bear on the stuffing machine flipped him off. Or, tried to. Can you flip someone off without fingers?
The danger room sounded absolutely fascinating. Malcolm was already hoping he would one day get the opportunity to see in in person. Reality bending? Illusions? Real lasers? How could all of that be in one room?! He probably looked like an owl because his eyes got wide like saucers, and he whistled low. "Shiny! I would have a hard time walking out of someplace like that, I would want to see everything it could do. I mean, I love science, but I also think one of the coolest things about mutations is their ability to generate their own rules. I've seen mutations that follow all normal physics while also watching mutants walk down the street with permanent flames. To which, I wanted to question the energy source to always having flames that aren't burning their clothing and...I digress."
He put his hands in his pocket, forcing himself to resume a more normal train of thought, not fanboying like crazy. "And yes, all dogs are good boys. Right now I only have a cat though, because landlady. She gave me a good deal on the place if I let a few of her kittens stay with me. The cats are nice though, when they aren't walking across my keyboard."
Sometimes Malcolm talked and seemed to forget he needed to breathe in the middle of his sentences. It was easy to get lost on a tangent, especially when someone seemed to share at least a little of his interests. When the topic of comicon came up, it was even harder to be normal. Especially when panels were mentioned. "I actually am scheduled for a con coming up, and last I heard they were still looking for panelists! I could see if they could use you? It would get you a way into the con and something to do! Heck, it would be great to have a heroes input on some of the topics!"
Malcolm did his best not to fidget. Fidgeting did not properly convey the magnitude of devotion necessary to give to a ruler. Although her reaction was a little curious. Was it so odd to be human around this Mansion? ”No powers to speak of, your highness. I wish I was gifted with them, but I can only write stories to tell how amazing mutant powers are.” It was true he spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to be as cool as mutants, but he was just a super fanboy, chasing coattails.
She asked if he brought a gun. Malcolm quickly shoot his head, ”I carry no weapons. You can check my work if you would like. Just notes for my book.” There were also a few very horrible drawings of men in capes. Nothing terribly exciting to look at.
”Is there anything I can do for you, your highness? I can continue to kneel if you wish, but perhaps there is a task you need assistance with?” that would save his back at least. He was feeling old now from all this groveling.
Mal considered his options. While the tray had been useful in the moment, it would make sense to arm himself better.
"I believe better equipment could be a worthwhile delay. As much as I love being a big damn hero, I would also rather not be a big dead hero."
After confirming that his new teammate was with him, Mal made the short jog to the sporting supply store. Thankfully, it wasn't far away. Just inside the door there were rows of blades for camping, including hatchets, knives, and some gear belts. The cashier was huddled behind the counter, and Malcolm tossed him a credit card.
"I'll come back for the bill!" He picked up a hammer, strapped a hatchet and a machete to his belt, and then waited to see what Elliot would pick.
The cashier gave him a look, and Malcolm grinned, "I know, I know. Why the hammer? You see--Never mind, no time for that! To the battle!"
Malcolm knew, as any good nerd did, that when you arrived on an unfamiliar planet you made friends with the locals the best way you knew possible. This was the unfamiliar place for him (being the mansion), and the girl in front of him was clearly the local. He was making her uncomfortable, and that meant he should do what it took to change things.
Feel...teeth. Ah, he felt like he could manage that. He quickly got to the floor in an awkward bow, glad he wore jeans today. His notepad he left on the couch. "I apologize, I was not aware I was in the presence of someone so respected. Please forgive my error."He made sure to keep his head down, as she stammered onward.
"I write. Web novels, specifically. Oh, unless you were hoping to know my powers? I don't have those. I'm just your average fan of mutants. Your....My apologies, shall I address you as your highness?" That seemed like a good neutral term. He wasn't sure how far up the hierarchy she would be. And to be honest, for all he knew this was not just a game. There were Atlantean royalty, after all. He would not make the mistake of upsetting the wrong one.
Malcolm was still waiting for his meeting, but he was in considerably bright spirits while he did. There was some sort of delay that was taking longer than anyone expected. He was hoping for a good story when the time came for an explanation. Another giant robot attack? No, a bank robbery! An army of cyborg squirrels? He was ready to jot down ideas now that his last companion had left, and was surprised when a small voice addressed him.
Why, it was another tiny mutant! Well, younger mutant. She wasn't quite as young as the last one, and certainly not an adult. It really was hard to guess ages when you were part gorgon. Malcolm had followed the Atlantis mission report with enthusiasm, and while he had heard some of those residents came back, this was the first he had seen one.
"I am a visitor! I was supposed to meet someone here for an interview, but it seems they have been held up. I'm just enjoying what a lovely school this is in the meantime. Am I bothering you? I can sit somewhere else."[/color] It took all his control not to gush at first appearance with the little mutant. At least he knew many younger kids seemed to take that as being a bad sign. Adults could handle him being a fanboy. Kids? They needed a little more measured behavior.
Malcolm held up his notebook so she could see. Right now it had some random sketches of buildings and cyborg squirrels as well as a checklist for updates to his Mighty Moon webnovel.
Malcolm had finally made it to the Mansion: the ever mysterious mutant haven. He was trying so hard not to fanboy but mutants. Part of his promise coming here was that anything he wrote would get checked over before leaving. He was not to, in any way, endanger the people who lived here. He was a writer. He could totally handle that. Part of the responsibility of the written word was having a bit of accountability and understanding that not everything was destined to reach print.
That didn't mean he couldn't be a little bit nerdy, however. He ran into a small kid somewhere inside the front doors who showed him to the living room while he waited, and she had these voices in her head and it was the coolest thing ever. Just, voices to help sort out all the things around you, help you think? Man, Malcolm would kill for super powers. Well, not really kill, but he would seriously risk self-injury if it meant becoming a mutant.
"Your appointment is running late, it may be up to an hour. Do you still want to wait or...?" the kid was relaying. Malcolm smiled and waved her away.
"I'll be just fine! I can chill here. Thanks for your help!"
She wandered away with an un-amused expression, and Malcolm went to sit on the nearest couch.
What was there to be upset about? He was in a school for mutants. In his childhood, he dreamed of someday coming to one of these places and pursuing an education while also learning to control whatever superhero abilities he would have inherited. In the end, there were no powers. But he was a writer, and he could just live through the written word. He took out a notepad, and took notes on mental based mutation ideas. If nothing else, he would have plenty of material for them to rip up before he left!
Malcolm made a mental note of the illegal part of an underground mutant fight club. If that went into a future novel, he would have to establish just how risky the situation was, and perhaps that was what made it so iconic for the good characters to participate. Dangerous and illegal? Why would a good guy ever be part of something like that! Was there a secret mission? Were they there as a ploy? Malcolm would need to think more about that.
Malcolm let his attention return to what Shard was saying, eyes lighting up a bit. "There is a Danger Room? That sounds shiny! Is it like, electronic? Robotic? Does it shoot lasers at you? If you get hurt do you stay hurt when you leave?"[/color] He couldn't stop all the questions that time. It was much too exciting.
"Being an empath would make attending a comicon hard, I imagine. As much as I'd like to talk for the emotional stability of my fellow nerds, we do come from a rather, socially awkward line. There would be a lot of nervous energy in the room."[/color] Malcolm himself had plenty of confidence, but he knew he was not the norm. In fact, through much of his childhood his parents felt he was a bit broken because he lacked the ability to feel down. He was just...up. Like, all the time. Life just had so much for him to feel curious about and pursue.
"And it would be so cool if you came sometime! I get extra passes a lot as a panelist, and being able to have someone to join me would make it eventful. My own costumes would not be as cool as yours, but I do have a Battle Troop armor that I've been working on. I wore it for the Space Battles premier the other day and plan to wear it again. Just needs some more improvements to be worth it." He knew this upcoming event Booker was probably bringing a friend, which would use up the tickets he had. But next time, maybe he could bring Shard! That would be a pretty epic thing to do. Hopefully it wasn't too far away.
