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 listened with interest at the story of a Pokemon battle using powers. That...was one of the coolest things he had ever heard, honestly. "Man, I would kill to see something like that in real life. I mean, I've seen a few fights just living in the city, but if there were actual tournaments where mutants could just spar, that would be amazing to watch. I figure it would probably be like, regulated though."
There were ethics involved anytime mutants used their powers just for fun. Some agencies thought it was misuse of power, some just equated it to high school sports competitions. Why wouldn't someone spar just for the heck of it, to test their own abilities? Writers had competitions all the time, right?
Right!
"I don't watch a lot of anime, but some of the cons around here are just fandom related. If I had to say I was particular to any sort of fandom it would probably be in the sci-fi genre. Something about westerns in space just speaks to me."
Malcolm tried not to look TOO excited at the prospect of selfies, but damn if he wasn't looking forward to the end results! He did his best to smile while Shelby posed, flinching as she fell to the floor. Then he continued making the most of removing fingers. With the skeleton dismantled he was finally able to fish for his own cell phone.
"I could probably fish something up. I don't know what my music is set to right now....Oh, FOB, that could work."
Immortals started ringing through the room as Mal picked up a humerus bone and took a swing at the skeleton's head. It groaned unhappily and giant jaws chomped to try and bite him.
"So, we stop this guy--" when the mouth opened, he crammed the bone in quickly and locked the jaws in place. Finally, the room was still, and he faced his companion. "That means level 2 now, right?"
Malcolm could tell the guy was in pain. Obviously, whatever mutation he had did not give him protection from evil bears, and there was the all too telltale sign of pain on the green face. On the one hand, Mal wanted to stop and ask more questions (what did the antenna do? What was this guys powers? Did the world look red or could he see colors? He wanted to know so much!)
Another bear got sent away and Malcolm grinned, about to offer a hand to shake when he had to stage defense once again as a pony shaped bear galloped toward him. Hmm, must have been one of the care bear cousins. Away with that one too! "5 points, pony off the port." He said to himself, drumming his fingers on the food tray. "I'm Malcolm, most people call me Mal. And based on the furry assortment of creature's we are facing I think you're guess is accurate. But, I don't recall any of the costumes containing real blades..." Mal glanced at his tray which had a very real looking gouge in it.
"From personal experience, I would assume the densest population of demonic creatures would also be closest to the perpetrator. Were you thinking of stopping this?" He looked hopeful, in a way only an eager fanboy could manage. "I may be human, but I have wrangled a paint skeleton and faced down angry Space Battle fans this month. This is pretty normal for me."
He didn't mention he was a writer yet. It was hard to have pleasant introductions when flying dragon shaped stuffed animals had joined the fray. One released what seemed to be a very realistic mouth of flames. "Mechanical implants or animated cartoons..." Malcolm wondered. He wasn't close enough decide what they were facing.
It had been a fairly normal day for Malcolm and his trusty notepad. He had interviewed a man with the ability to explode things just by speaking (it had taken several exploding pens to complete the project, before they found more suitable means of communication). Then, he had taken a break at the local mall for a smoothie. He was planning on swinging into his favorite store for a new book or two to top things off when chaos erupted around him, literally. He watched as a bear with claws went slashing its way through a display of clothing like some tiny wolverine, and calmly walked the way it had come from.
Evil attacking bears? Count him in!
He hadn’t got much further than a few steps when one of the creatures attacked a mutant in front of him. ”Hey! Cheap shot!” he grabbed a food tray and swung, sending the animal spinning. ”Ten points!” he cheered. Then he stepped in front of the person and glanced back with concern. ”You okay? That didn’t feel like stuffing I hit.” he remarked, batting away another bear.
Malcolm listened as Shard explained his powers in detail. There was so much to process about that and honestly, so much to geek out about. Eye calculators. Brain calculators. And hating jello. "That sounds like a lot to handle at once. I tried taking an art class in school and I failed in every way possible when it came to perspective. I mean, that's different, but it was the only example I could think of. I have zero experience with any type of depth calculation. Although I guess maybe a fishman might know that? Back home there were enough of those, but I don't see many people fishing in New York."
He realized he had gone on a tangent and quickly collected himself. "Ah, sorry about that. And I don't think I was in the city for any real robots. I grew up in Canada where things were, frankly, much less eventful. But I've seen so many photos of past fights. If you had to pick one battle you liked best, what would it be?" Mal waited eagerly for an answer, his notepad forgotten by now. There was a point he stopped being a writer, and just became a nerd. This was evidently that point.
"Have you ever worn your suit out just for fun? I mean, I go to conventions every year and I would totally use that to my own advantage. It would save so much money buying EVA foam and sculpting. Although, I guess your brain is still sculpting in a way?" building his costumes was plenty of fun, but it was time consuming in the long run.
It had been a while since Mal actually talked to someone about his cosplay adventures that was a living, breathing human. That wasn’t to say his internet fans weren’t human, but sometimes the distance between keyboards tended to generate rose colored interactions. Anyone could act like a fan for a few minutes as they gushed to their favorite celebrity, but few could maintain that enthusiasm long term. Booker clearly bled nerd, and he was as geeky as Malcolm had come to be.
”I have actually been dying to try out a transforming costume next, but that won’t cause any issues with my hair. I’ve been planning out the right pieces so I can go from car to robot though. I have a blog post I plan to release soon,” he found himself starting to describe the complicated joint movements he was working through when the line shifted as show time neared. He shifted his helmet across one arm to the other.
Booked seemed surprised at his gesture and Malcolm waved a hand. ”they give you a couple for your entourage when you sign on, but this year I honestly had no one to take. I would rather let a fellow nerd enjoy the chance than let them go to waste. Last year, one of the other panelists just wore all 3 badges at once. That’s a waste to me. Although, I do regret starting any fights over attendance.” he had the forethought to looked a little sheepish.
”It really has been a surprise to be included this year, but Webnovel’s have come to find their own little place in nerd society. I think it helps attendance for them to host the how to advice. While I can’t promise every hopeful writer will succeed, sometimes it’s enough for them to know that success or failure isn’t about how many people read what they write, but their own personal victory having gotten words on paper.” Was that long winded? Maybe. Realizing they were running short on time he fished out his notepad and wrote out his phone number and email address. He also had the forethought to write Webnovelist. Not every guy wanted to find out their boyfriend received someone’s phone number. Better to be on the side of caution.
”Listen, let’s chat again sometime, I can get you the passes and maybe you can tell me more about what it’s like having “not” powers?” he suggested.
Malcolm could have been worried about the danger. He could have been concerned that the giant arm was trying to find a way to swat him free like an annoying fly. But when Shelby entered the groom he grinned and waved at the skeleton. ”Shiny, right?! Hey, have you tried taking selfies in here? Will it show up on my phone later? This would make the best photo for my fan page!” he exclaimed.
Obviously, if her room had barrels, that meant they were facing the ever impressive boss battle. The second Skelton arm tried scoring toward Shelby. Undead fingers rattled unhappily.
”Can we get background music for the next level? I’m thinking something kinda space odyssey-ish, but a little punk edge? Do you like music?” he grabbed one of the fingers and started disconnecting them one by one. The skeleton wiggled unhappily as it started losing mobility.
Mal considered both doors as they approached and nodded. ”We may as well. I think we’ve established the danger level so far and other than being creepy, I don’t think these guys can really hurt you. I mean, you didn’t paint any weapons on them, did you? That could change things”
The giant skeleton he found when opening the door seemed pretty self explanatory. He readied the cross bow, took aim, and shot. The torso hit the ground with a rather substantial thin that made the ground wiggle. A giant arm swatted his way and he ducked behind the door. Thunk! ”I stand corrected. Giant skeleton arms might do damage with poor timing.” he bolstered the crossbow and picked up a discarded skeleton arm. Then he launched into the room.
”Yeehaw!” he threw the bone into an empty eye socket and then jumped onto the giant arm like he was ready for a mud wrestling competition. The arm clumsily flopped as it tried to free itself.
Fighting living skeletons was definitely in the top ten cool things Malcolm had ever done. He had a crossbow! He was in a painting! This was amazing.
The eyes of the nearest skeleton glowed. Squee. So cool.
”Detatch limbs, got it. Let’s bring them down! Hmm, we need some type of attack phrase that sounds cool...” he considered while they battled forward. There were some of the usual ones like “Move out!” Or he could go military and say things like “on your six!” What ended up coming out was a mixed up assortment of comments. ”Mine!” he blasted one of the wiggly guys and watched as it crumpled to the ground.
They took a right and moved on steadily. Shelby was doing pretty good herself minus the stick spear at the end.
”This level wasn’t so bad. I mean, once you hit them they’re kinda funny,”[/color] he decided. He nudged a floppy hand out of the way and frowned as it flipped him off.
Malcolm wanted to ask more questions when Shelby admitted being in a painting all day. His brain was overwhelmed with things he wanted to know. Did she get tired like normal? Did it take a lot of energy? She said she brought food but if she ate food she painted what would happen? Where would you go to the bathroom...
”It sounds really fun. Well, rolling down stairs seems a little painful, but the rest sounds cool!” he grinned.
He considered the treasure and shook his head. ”If it turns back to paint it may just be messy in the long run. I like the video game strategy. Defeat all bad guys, move up! That also stops us from just running past them as quick as possible and avoid actually trying out these weapons.” he shifted his bow, making sure he understood how it functioned. The last thing he needed was being suck with a safety on while staring down evil skeletons. He doubted his charisma points could overcome that in a painting.
Suddenly, the paint monsters came into view. Mal raised his crossbow and took aim, ”Shooting on the right.” he announced just in case. He figured it was worth staring where he was attacking in case she ran forward. He did not want to be responsible for impaling the mutant who got them in here.
The top of the skeleton separated from the bottom with a pop, but the bottom half continued to wiggle and move forward. Ah, that seemed problematic. ”Question: how does one actually stop the animated dead?” he wondered.
They were going to be great friends, Malcolm could tell. Not just because of the liberal praise they were already sharing with each other, but just because of the general spasms of nerdiness that kept escaping. How often did you find another stranger who went to the same movie premiers, and thought the same costumes were ridiculously amazing?
Once in a lifetime! Or, maybe more than once, depending on if you did the comicon circuit. It was definable full of nerds there.
"I think the craziest one I tried was one of the swamp monsters from my favorite cartoon series. That was when I was younger, and a bit more ambitious with costumes. I had a friend help me attach this wig of like, seaweed, and he used the wrong glue and I swear, I had green hair for weeks. Now I try to avoid anything that can permanently damage my face." He admitted.
"You've done a great job with this outfit though! I bet when you look online post premier there will be loads of photos of you!" Not including Mals, which was bound to pop up.
"You got to meet Yathan Gillian! I'm so jealous! He was at one of the conventions last summer but I was signed on as a panelist that time. I was still a somewhat small name so I didn't get to share the green room. This year they asked me to be a special guest though, and I'm psyched! If you ever need badges, it would be wicked to have an extra entourage. You can bring someone with you too." He put it out there on the just in case. When you got too deep into being a fanboy it was easy to forget a significant other. Malcolm knew better than to risk getting caught in a triangle unknowingly. Sometimes, you had to plan ahead.
Mal had zero expectations when it came to being dragged into a painting, which made the actual event so much cooler! He obediently took along the pieces she requested, and tried not to absolutely lose his mind when they were in the painting.
squee.
totallygotittogetherplayitcoolplayit----
"How do you not just like, hang out in here all day!" He rushed over to his outfit and quickly put it on. The jacket felt so real! It didn't look real, exactly, but heck! It felt real! The outfit, the crossbows. The crossbows! He was soooo going to blog about this later.
"So, strategy! Creepy castle, take out the bad guys? Objective is to reach...the next level? Find the treasure? Every game has to have a certain outcome in mind. Classic rise and fall story telling." He commented, helping make sure their exit paintings were safely arranged. He might enjoy being trapped in a painting forever, but she would probably get pretty upset in the end.
Plus, what would they eat? Could you eat paint in this world? Or would it be like eating...paint?
Malcolm loved praise. Heck, what writer didn't like it? Having your hard work acknowledged was the glorious goal many never knew or got to appreciate. He looked humble, but also probably like he was inwardly preening. "It means a lot, it really does. Writing is one of those professions that you spend all your energy creating, without ever knowing if it's even worth it or not."[/color] He always felt relieved when people said he had done a good job. It made all his nerdy adventures worth it.
Malcolm beamed when Booker finally introduced himself. He already though the name was the best thing in the world. "Being a librarian sounds like an awesome way to pass the time! I don't know if I would ever get anything done, to be honest. There would be so much I would want to read! Perry Hotter is one of my favorites! I own the book series in the original hardcover as well as the limited edition illustrated versions. The art in those was absolutely stunning."[/color] He shifted his helmet from one arm to another and accepted the handshake. "Did you go to the last premier? There was a mutant there who was able to change their hair and they were the spitting image of my favorite character!"[/color]
Mal saw her confusion, and he smiled quickly as he went on to explain. "Webnovelist, yes, but mutant specialist is the general goal. I am researching a rather broad and often dangerous subject, so it bodes well to be prepared. Do you realize how many non-mutant casualties happen just from ridiculous wayward shrapnel? Casualty damage can be the worst type. If I can do what I love, and be a little bit safer, then why not? Even tornado chasers have a safe following vehicle." He insisted.
She seemed to accept it, which made him feel better. Not that he ever really felt ashamed by his intense passion for mutant powers. He just tried to keep it in check when he could. Don't freak out the people you needed to talk to. That seemed like a good rule.
After she was done creating their garb, she pulled up the rolling app. Malcolm considered, and pointed to each of 4 paintings. "Lets start with a setting. 1-5 is canvas 1, 6-10 is number 2, 11-15 is number 3, and 16-20 will be the last one."[/color]
Mal had expected the conversation to return to the somewhat tense game they had been working through, but the selfie had done something unexpected. His companion had a look of recognition, and walls came crumbling down. Malcolm looked absolutely delighted. "You've heard of me? I feel flattered now! I knew traffic levels to Mighty Moon had increased a lot recently, but this is actually quite flattering." He would have preened if he were a bird. Heck, if he were a bird mutant he would preen. He settled for a wide grin.
"I was happy to help! Mutants are truly some of the coolest people I have ever had the chance to meet. I interview so much because I genuinely love hearing what people can do. There is no limit to the advancements of genetics in the Xgene. And you, you are truly unique yourself. Yet you...you read webnovels?" Mal ventured, wondering if his companion was a fan of more than just his own clearly spectacular writing subjects.
The crowd had calmed, giving them a chance to really talk again. And fanboy. Which, was always the goal.
