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.
The adapted finally put his ticket away, and the two con-artists realized the gig was up. With irritated looks they started to back away, but not without glaring at Malcolm. Try as he did, he had managed to still plant a target on himself. Well, so what? He lifted his chin and gave the most daring expression he could. It helped that he had a costume on that looked like a suit of armor. Heck, he felt pretty invincible. He felt pretty dang Shiny.
"Now, were there any other ticket thieves we need to expel from this event? No?" With a shake of his head, he turned back to his conversation. "A bit more excitement than the usual premier but at least you didn't give up your ticket too soon! Oh, just a second."
Like a good celebrity, he put his phone up, struck a pose of victory at the now calm crowd, and submitted it as a thanks to his fans. Peace restored, y'all are rockin' it tonight! It never hurt to pat them on the back for a job well done.
Malcolm listened and tried to control his enthusiasm. Mind-based psychic shards of glass? That was some deliciously unique power scheme! He found himself writing down notes for future wonderings. It was best not to unleash these things all at once, but he didn’t want to forget any. The technical details were things many mutants didn’t want to reveal anyway. If you started asking how many things they could create, or how strong they were, that tended to ring “super villain” even if you didn’t intend to.
”I saw the flying! That must take so much concentration! Do you have to like, focus on all the shards at once or is it like a mech suit that combines and once it does it reacts as one unit? I’m assuming the second or you have to be insanely smart. Well, I mean, you probably still are insanely smart, if it is mental based construction. That’s a lot of math...” Mal considered and was glad he did not have to do that much math on a daily basis.
There was a slow change in his companions reactions, as if the inner geek was finally breaking through. Mal knee he couldn’t be that bad if he had such an amazing suit he used to fight monsters with! And yes, someone in a brown coat. Mal grinned at the comment. ”Hey, people in brown coats have been some of the best damn heroes I’ve ever met.” no need to elaborate, you either for it or you didn’t.
”seriously, a selfie? My followers would love that! I’m telling you, they get the biggest kick seeing you guys in action. It’s hard to be a writer when real life has become so amazingly exciting on its own!” he got his phone out, waiting for Shin before snapping one. When they were done posing, he gushed a little about the fight.
”Man I remember the first time some of those early TV shows came to the states. Giant robots have always been like, amazing to imagine. Sooo much crazier in real life. Did the monster really eat you? Doesn’t that hurt? Or is it like being trapped in a locker and you just want to find the door knob as fast as possible.... uh, door handle? I need to revise that metaphor...” he considered to himself.
The risk of possible injury would deter a lot of people, but Mal was not normal people. He was a writer with a bulletproof vest after all! Speaking of which... ”Don’t worry, I come prepared!” he moved his jacket sideways so she could see the best under the top layer of clothing. ”So long as you don’t impale me, I should be protected. Consider me a willing volunteer to test your abilities with!” He didn’t want her to take back the offer. It was a chance to step into a painting! Heck, he would do it even if he Did get impaled!
As she painted, Mal suggested what resembled a sort of space cowboy look. Maybe guns weren’t exactly DND friendly, so he opted for the ever impressive crossbows! Ha, take that Norman Reedus. You weren’t the only one who could rock that look! With one planned to strap to his back, the other his arm, he gave a suggestion for a knife in the leg holster. They would need to come up with some storage for the arrows though.
”If we are going to turn this into a campaign how about starting with a roll of the dice?”
Malcolm listened patiently as she considered names for her creations. Painting portals sounded cool, but there was a general excitement toward the term 'portal' as it was. Bubblespace did have some interesting foreshadowing though. What was in a bubble space? Did that mean you could go into the space? He tried to not look overly eager, because that tended to freak people out, but he didn't want to her to think he was bored. A calm interest seemed appropriate. As she relaxed, he felt maybe his strategy had worked.
"See it? Really? Shiny!" Mal may have lost a little of the 'cool' attitude he was going for, but really? She was offering to take him into a painting. A...DnD...campaign...painting.
Do...not....fanboy...
"So, are there any rules that need to established prior to entering said campaign? Like, if I get stabbed, do I get stabbed? Is there blood, or paint? Also, do I get a costume? Because I've always fancied myself with some type of brown trench-coat..." Maybe suspenders. Seriously, not everyone could pull them off, but he felt like he would look like a big damn hero with some suspenders.
Malcolm waited for the girl to collect herself. He had eaten grass at least once before (always watch where you're stepping when chasing after a story. He took a glorious spill down a hill in the park because he wanted to get closer to a nearby robot fight). She seemed to collect herself after a bit and accepted his apology. Yes! Off to a good start.
Mal looked at the paintings, studying their varying appearances. "You're a talented artist. And...mutant? I haven't seen anyone with your type of abilities! It's really fascinating. What would you call that? Teleportation? Dimensional warping? Painting fusion?" The pink hair was fantastic. How come mutants always seemed to have such a great sense of style? He really should work on having a more flashy appearance, something that said tell me how cool you are!. Were writers flashy? Maybe he was fine as he was.
"Sorry, I am a webnovelist, and I've been doing a lot of research on mutations lately. Unique abilities are absolutely fascinating to me!" He admitted.
Malcolm had seen artist appearances, but not, APPEARANCES! Seeing someone spontaneously come to life in front of him, and then almost flatten him, was...
...sooooo cooooolllll.
He quickly got out of the danger zone (no one really wanted to get kneed somewhere, or end up in a compromising position, to be frank). Then he checked that she was alright. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you! I am just an admirer of your work here. I uh, assume it's your work? Unless it's on loan?" He could forsee the mutant just testing out the paintings if she was a painting jumper. What was that, like a Marty Poptins thing? He wasn't really sure, but it was pretty fabulous.
He was itching to get out his notepad, but reminded himself that staying calm was the best way to continue a conversation. Don't reveal your true nerd right away!
If Malcolm had learned one thing in his lifetime, it was that angry nerds were a force to be reckoned with. Limit figurine sell-outs had resulted in adult temper tantrums of impressive magnitudes. Poorly received movies had drawn boycotts. Celebrities left the internet for fear of what their fans could accomplish at will. The best of those celebrities knew how to sway their growing hoard of fans into the correct direction. It was a matter of bait, and redirection. The only problem, was coming up with the bait.
The stranger offered one element of the bait. Ah, that would be one less thing to come up with. But it would not be enough. With a bold move, he stepped in front of the costumed adapted and held up his own hand to halt an upcoming scuffle for it. "Now now, gentleman. The behavior you are displaying is unfitting for this fandom, and while I'm sure this gentleman has good intentions, I don't think you deserve the ticket quite yet."
"What do you mean, we don't deserve it!" One of the men snarled. He was a large figure, comically dressed as a well known, short green character. Except he wasn't short, he was over six foot tall with ears that seemed to add another foot. Malcolm sighed, and pulled up a photo on his phone.
"Let's see, according to my fan base, you two pulled this stunt at the last midnight premier, two cities over. Mr. Uh, Nate, is it? And Mr. Jamie... Isn't this video...you?"
The crowd grew silent, and glances were exchanged. The theater management seemed to clue in on the discussion and were leaning forward eagerly now.
"That's a bunch of bull****! We paid for the tickets, we get to see the movie!"
"You did not pay for it. You hacked the system and took advantage of it! You aren't fans! You're...anti-fans!"
GASP!
Okay, only a few people looked surprised, but the gasp in his head was real enough! "That's horrible! Get out of here! You don't deserve to see the movie!" People were yelling, turning on the two men. With the distraction, Mal glanced at his companion and nodded to the ticket.
"I'd hang onto that for now. Let this iron out first."
Malcolm had a rather busy week, but he was not complaining. He got to see a super hero in action, spent some time at the movies, did some writing on the side and today he was taking a perfectly peaceful walk in the park. Walks were a great way to find inspiration and, honestly, were the easy way to meet new people. When you were just jogging alongside them, it was easy to get a few interview questions, especially with the right smile and flash of perfectly aligned teeth. Mal had mastered that smile over the years, and he was more than happy to use it to his advantage.
Today, there had been few people worth smiling at. An occasional dog barked at him, and a couple of foreign travelers gossiped behind his back despite his efforts to be friendly. He was starting to give up when he noticed paintings leaning against a nearby tree.
Abandoned art? This was a great thing to investigate!
Walking over, he pulled his hands out of his jacket pockets and slowly circled the perimeter. There didn't seem to be a sleeping artist around the corner. No one had used the canvases as a blanket today. And the art was actually really good! If not, a little abstract? He wasn't quite sure what it was supposed to be, what with the rooms, and the weapons. It reminded him of some of his gaming campaigns. Oooo, was it nerd art? He was even more hopeful now!
Clearly, he needed to meet the artist! He plunked himself onto the cold grass, crossed his legs, and awaited their arrival. This would be FUN!
Malcolm watched as his companion inched closer to the situation, momentarily torn about whether they should investigate or stay out of the way. Mal was not wearing his protective vest, and while the costume he had looked tough, the plastic shell would buckle the second anyone made contact with him. If he knew anything, it was that plastic shattering against your skin cut, and hurt, and really sucked.
"Please, we are working to resolve the current situation. As of right now, we are only oversold by 3 tickets, so we will take an attendance count when it gets closer to showtime."
"And if everyone is here? Will you just let in whoever got here first? Where are your ethics!" A disgruntled man painted in green expressed. The now-hornless mutant also seemed unhappy. But that could be because his own costume was temporarily ruined by the turn of events.
Mal considered whether there was anything to be done. He fished out his phone, trying to juggle his helmet and open browsers at the same time. Social media, check, fan page, check. Type type type... submit! Now, if he could stall what was happening here, maybe they would have one of their ever useful solutions!
"How about we give you, what, ten minutes? Let's hear out the solution and then go from there!" He suggested. He remarked loud enough for his call to be heard by one or two people, and let the idea carry forward to the more irate patrons. This way, he was not singled out for the suggestion,m and he was somewhat protected by the crowd.
When Mal caught up to his target, he appeared to have poor timing. The mutant was covered in goo, had just survived a battle, and honestly, probably wanted a shower. Well, Mal would want a shower if he had just found a giant monster with his awesome super powers. But Mal, sadly, did not have powers, he did not fight a monster, and did not (currently) need a shower. The run wasn’t that bad, after all.
When the code name was given, however, Mal was delighted. ”Shard! How fitting! I assume that’s referencing to the constructs you have created? What are they made of, if you mind me asking? Are you an energy based mutation? Secret dimension? Transformation? Sorry, I get a little excited talking to your kind sometimes.” he forced himself to remain calm, and control his inner nerd.
”Most people call me Mal. I am a web novelist, and I’ve been trying to get more inspiration for my latest series. I’ve come to appreciate just how unique and fascinating mutant abilities are over the years. The writer vest is just helpful so I don’t get targeted by quite as many wayward attacks. You would be surprised how many people will leave you alone when they realize you’re just part of the press.” he shrugged.
”Actually, I think you’re the first X-men I’ve had the chance to interview! I’ve heard about your deeds in the city though. Have you been with them long?” he stepped out of the way as law enforcement started their cleanup rounds, letting the two of them talk.
Mal watched as the stranger took in what he said. He had enough experience as a writer to always be wary while people decided whether to trust him. He had drinks thrown at him, dodged some punches, and once even got himself teleported inside an aquarium (that was wicked cool though!) The adapted would not teleport him thankfully, and he had no drink, but physical defenses were still possible.
”I am a writer, actually. A fan of all things mutation related. I honestly just would love to ask some questions. I mean, I know the focus right now is the movie, which clearly should take priority, but perhaps you could spare a min—“
CRASH!
Mal swiveled around, watching as some type of fight was breaking out near the front of the line. Well, disagreements weren’t unheard of at these things but that looked like a bit much!
“They oversold the movie!” Someone was yelling. “This is bulls***! I waited months for this! You aren’t keeping me out!”
Seriously, this guys outfit was...the coolest thing ever! The fur, the details! Mal was momentarily having an internal meltdown when he remembered why he stopped his fellow Space Battles fan. Oh, professional. He was a professional! "Actually, I was trying to talk to you. I realize you are probably pretty warm in that costume, I couldn't keep my helmet on myself..." He chose to protect his hair rather than bask in the full glory of his ensemble, but this guy took it all the way!
"I just, I happened to notice your, what is the term you might use... Aura? You wouldn't happen to be..." He glanced from side to side to prevent being overheard, and leaned close to the furry costume head. "An adapted, would you?"
It was like knowing the secret password to get into a club. Surely, the guy would be impressed by his knowledge, right?
Or, would he be nervous? Would he run away? Mal did not consider other alternatives. Heaven help him if he got swung at with that rather realistic looking crossbow. Although, there could be worse ways to land in the hospital. How did you get hurt? Crossbow injury?! That's so awesome!
Yeah, he was pretty sure he was okay with getting hit by a giant costume prop. He had good health insurance. He was a writer, after all.
It was a midnight movie release and Mal was dressed for the occasion. He had traded his blazer for his battle troop armor, and held the helmet under one arm so his hair could be it’s pristine quality (plus, It was HOT in there!). He still had a notebook in one of the armors pouches just in case, which made him feel prepared for anything. This Space Battles event would be the best yet!
The usual collection of nerds were in attendance: he could see Caleb, that guy who worked at the office supply place and boasted having the most screen accurate robes in the area, and that punk teen from the Mal who owned a crappy light sword but still felt the need to point out any fandom flaw the second the credits rolled. There was also the most amazing costume of the emperor Sixth, with red skin and realistic looking horns jutting from his head. Actually, if he didn’t know better, Mal would have bet those were real.
Then, the horns were gone. What the...
The guy seemed just as surprised as everyone else as his hands shot to his forehead. The red paint was still there but there was a distinct lack now without the appendages. Mal pressed closer, trying to pinpoint the change. He heard rumors about this! You follow enough mutants you can catch wind of something as phenomenal as what he witnessed. But this was the first time actually being present! Disregarding his spot in line, he rushed that direction, looking for anyone he didn’t recognize.
There, that was the last person who came up to the gathering! The first target he would interview about the unique ability that had thus far been a tall tale spread by mutants!
”Excuse me, Mal Sterling. Do you have a moment?” he could practically hear his followers squealing with delight!
When you lived in New York for a number of years, you learned unusual things were bound to happen. A morning commute could be inturrupted by a bear robbing a hotdog stand, or your coffee could be out of stock due to a summoner mutant with a caffeine fix. Mal never minded much because any of these instances meant he had the chance to see something amazing. His own imagination never compared to the wonders his mutant neighbors generated.
On this particular day, Mal was having a late start when he strolled toward the store, coffee tumbler in hand. A sudden rumble threw him sideways, and his eyes widened as a giant monster came into view. Well, it was probably safer to start running with the other padestrians (that was generally the rule when Godzilla started targeting your city), but Mal knew there would be benefits to staying. Namely, he could finally see a mutant hero in action!
This was the chance he had been waiting for!
Dropping off his tumbler in a nearby coffee shop (Fran would ask him for allll the details later!), he started sprinting closer to the fight, throwing on a thick vest with the words “writer” blazing across the chest. He had a cell phone, a record button for all his verbal notes, and an amazing health insurance plan should he fail to move out of the way in time.
Holy.... Tokusatsu.
Maybe he wasn’t the only fanboy in the area!
Mal slowed only for a second, trying to talk into his phone amidst pants. ”The jaws of the beast come down with a mighty snap! The hero has vanished from view. He, actually, I think he may have been swallowed. I am holding formation a block away in the event my mutant subject does not, oh wait, he proved to be more than a match for the beast and breaks free of the mighty monsters maw!” Oh, that was a great line! He would have to save that for the next chapter of Mighty Moon.
”Despite great size and determination, it appears our lizard overlord was no match for the mighty man in the, uh-“ he would have to think of some better descriptors for the mutant, as it were. Americans seemed to balk when thrown Japanese terminology. Code names, those always drew better responses. Mal was considering the options as he walked forward, hoping to greet the victorious mutant.
”The Geometric Garo? No, same problem, need a more relatable term. The Flying Fanboy? Promising, but does not describe the outfit. The Awesome Otaku? I don’t think that even describes him. Uh, sir! Sir! Do you happen to have a code name?” Mal called out, finally sporting the mutant dealing with law enforcement. Perfect! Maybe he could secure an interview for his blog!
