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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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 knife stabbed toward Zek's back and bit deeply into the fabric of the trenchcoat. Almost immediately there was a burst of red as the blade sank into flesh and if the knife were to be pulled out, it would be dripping with blood.
The pretzel-less man allowed himself a smirk as the ghost man left the immediate area. Excellent. Now there wasn't anyone who could stop him. He looked over to where his other bandmates were and started to head in their direction and help them up when he saw the two ghosts coming at him, clearly unaffected by his words.
"Never know when to just give up, do you?" he said to the ghosts as he pulled a handgun out from the back of his pants and started firing at one of the ghosts.
And then Zek gasped and his eyes began glowing again.
"What the..?" he cried and then horror dawned on him as, thanks to the extra bones in his neck, he looked down as his sky-facing back and saw the knife ruining his beautiful trenchcoat and....
....spearing the rare steak sandwich he'd had underneath his trenchcoat on his back! Zek had been eating it before he'd instigated the fight and had slid it into a little backpack he was wearing, to keep it out of the way of harm and theft.
But now bloody steak juices were soaking his coat and the new knife that he was claiming as his own. "Nooooo!" Zek wailed in anguish as he realized his steak sandwich would never be the same again.
The ghost man threw a punch at the pretzel man right as Buzzkill aimed one at Zek.
All Zek could see was red. His mace was getting mangled and there was no blood. And the guy was way too strong. He'd have to try something bigger, something sharper. Something like a sword or a--
The fist made contact with the edge of his face.
Zek's world blurred around him as his head twisted 180 degrees with an amazing series of cracks and the remaining force of the blow sent him flying back over the fallen folding table, where he collapsed in a puff of dollar bills. His chest was to the ground but his head was facing the sky. The lights in his eyes winked out.
As for the pretzel man? His jaw wasn't made of glass and neither was his nose, but that still didn't mean he was going to just go down without a fight. He got an arm up just in time to block the blow and with his other hand threw the rest of the pretzel at the ghost man's face. Then he fixed his grin on the ghost man. "It's not me who's gonna be doing something," he said, as he shifted the tenor of his power. His voice was pitched so only those closest to him would really pick up his words - no sense undoing the effect of the desire for blood on the entire crowd when it was just one guy causing him trouble.
"Good-bye now," he said as two brawlers near them stopped what they were doing as the desire to run home as fast as they could took effect.
Not everyone in the crowd had rushed in. A handful or two of people were like Zek, who tended to not prefer to get into the thick of things. A couple people started throwing rocks, two more were rolling around lock in a wrestling...snuggle? Oh, one had a pocketknife and they were both fighting for it.
Zek kept throwing knives but...they weren't bloody working! Not like they should! They kept missing or got knocked out of the air or hit with the hilt instead of the blade or couldn't draw blood from a ghost. He scowled as he threw the last knife he had in his trenchcoat but he didn't have any more time to consider his options because that faker Buzzkill was coming his way!
Zek didn't bother using his words. Words didn't break bones. The morningstar mace that he pulled out of a hastily made, hand-sized portal to his locker room armory in Zekworld could though. As the small portal vanish, Zek yelled a wordless sound of murderous lust and swung the mace toward Buzzkill's head like he was batting for a thousand.
As for the pretzel man? He stared down the white-eyed ghost-speaker with a look of such condescension. "Oh honey, you took the words right out of my mouth!" he said as his power began amplifying even more. His voice was raising as well. "You might as well run along, you and your little spirits friends, or you might be joining them."
The mob began howling and thrashing about, like unhinged berserkers as they ripped, bit, lunged, shoved, and contorted in their efforts to hurt themselves, those around them, even the ghosts.
"Holy money sign pound symbol exclamation point ampersand! A ghost?!?" Zek yelled in the middle of his rabble-rousing. Now that did beat all! Well, kinda. The ghost was fuzzy and hard to make out. It was probably easy to miss. Or to fake. Like the knife "stab."
In fact the crowd didn't seem to be paying too much attention to the ghost or White Eyes. Buzzkill fought off...something...and then attacked one of the original contenders. Zek's eyes snapped to that. That seemed real. Whatever kind of play acting that seemed to be involved here with the knife and the "Ghost" and whatever tricks the crowd was supposed to be falling for...Zek's eyes narrowed. He thought he'd rigged this event. Was someone else rigging it too?
Then a man appeared with a pretzel. Zek's eyes lingered on the treat and he began to salivate, barely even noticing the words at first. Zek was starting to feel hungry. Not like his normal hunger. Hunger for more. A hunger for...
"Be the first to draw blood and get a double-money payout," Zek said as his solid-white eyes shifted to purely scarlet. The man's words were still ringing in his head and he himself started seeing red. Like he could already see the blood on everyone. And he wanted it.
"Then so be it!" the pretzel man declared, his voice ringing out over the crowd. And that's when something in the crowd, which had already been calling for blood, however much or little they meant it, boiled over. Perhaps those who weren't succumbing to mob mentality would ignore it or contain themselves, but would a few people really make a difference? IT was time to find out. "Let there be bloodshed!"
As the man's voice reached ears, so did a sudden hunger and desire to see people get hurt.
"Double payouts for anyone who draws blood!" Zek roared as he surged to his feet again, knocking over his table with the money. He already had a knife in either hand and started throwing them as the crowd surged and went wild.
Zek winked at his critic as he slapped a rubber band around a stack of singles. "It's not mean, it's an investment!" he said swiftly. "Investing in retirement! Either an early one or a much later one! I'm just speeding things along! Now speaking of speeding things along..." Zek waved a free hand in a shooing motion. "You're impeding my customers."
He also wasn't happy with how the guy was blatantly pointing out every element of Zek's scheme, but fortunately most people were focused on the fighting or lack thereof.
But then Mr. Better-than-thou's eyes clouded over white and Zek's eyes grew. A delighted smile slashed his face as the implicit threat met his ears. This smelled like drama. "Challenge accepted!" Zek said gleefully, his own eyes changing colors until only pure white light glowed out from every part of them. Normal people were fun and all but mutants and mystics were next-level entertainment!
And speaking of entertainment, Mr. White Eyes was joining the scuffle! Zek swore briefly because his interaction with the critic had made him miss part of the exchange but the rest of it had him on the edge of his stolen seat.
Buzzkill got stabbed!
And nada.
"What the heck?" Zek cried as the crowd various gasped or shouted in surprise. Zek had a good angle to see the blade. "No blood? Where's the blood? This is fake! We want blood! We want blood! We want blood!" His voice dipped into the classic tones gear to get people to join in the chant.
Zek was quickly splitting up some of the bills that another bystander was laying down on his cheap table when a fantastically dressed man walked up and began espousing opinions. "Hey mate, you're blocking the view!" Zek said, even though he could still see the fight. Rather, the guy was blocking his view of part of the crowd and Zek needed to keep an eye out for prospective betters. True, such a spontaneous crowd wasn't the best for an impromptu betting ring, but there were always a few in every crowd and some people just needed to get caught up in the frenzy first.
"I think this is a great idea!" Zek said with a delighted grin. "There's some addicts here, I'll betcha. Can't resist a good bet! Or even a bad one!" His irises were starting to glow with yellow light and his pupils were glowing bright blue. His normally brown eyes couldn't turn green, but this was the closest he could get.
He winked at the other man in a long black coat. "So you want in or not? Looks like this is gonna wrap up quick!" he smiled as he pocketed about a third of the money on the table and swept half into a briefcase that he set to the side on the table. And then...
"Duuuude!" he shouted in excitement as he rushed to his feet (and barely avoiding knocking the money table over). He'd heard an unmistakable "splat" and Zek's smiled stretched about an inch wider than typically possible for humans. "Who guess that Senor Shakedown was gonna get creamed?!"
And then...
"Nooooo! Don't stop now!" Zek wailed as the newcomer stopped choking out the previously-declared champion. "Take him down!"
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Zek
Did it really matter how this confrontation started? It's not like there were any historians around. Besides, the details weren't important, all that mattered was Zek had achieved his goal.
A well-placed jeer here and critical twisting of words there and he'd been able to egg these two guys into a brawl. It was almost too easy, even. The half-eaten ice cream cone that Zek had thrown at the louder guy's head and had then blamed on the now-winded guy by way of pointing at him has sealed the deal. The confectionary sacrifice was worth it though, because the bull-like roar had quicky attracted a crowd.
Until some jerk got in the way and tried to break things up.
"Hey, who invited the narc?" Zek shouted, getting up from the little folding table he'd been sitting at. He was in his customary black trenchcoat, tastefully ripped jeans, combat boots, and fingerless gloves, but this time he also had a green visor hat on because he was counting money.
"Okay I've got 4:1 odds on Breathless Boy!" Zek spoke to the people around him who were quickly laying down various amounts of bills. "Shouty Man just gets you standard odds - crowd favorite and all that - oh wait!"
Shouty Man was about to attack Buzzkill! Who seemed familiar to Zek but he couldn't remember from where. Seemed dangerous though. A vulpine grin spread across Zek's face. "Scratch that! 8:1 odds on Shouty Man! C'mon, Buzzkill! Hit him again!"
The man, whose big bulbous noise and massive bushy mustache with equally massive bushy eyebrow that took up virtually all of his face screamed at the intruder. Zek popped his head in the doorway and decided was suddenly in the mood for a chef's cooking from maybe a Swedish place.
Then the tongue pie that Zek's partner had effortlessly dodged smashed into Zek's face and began licking him.
"Bleh, I've been licked by a pie! Get some iodine, get some hot water, get some....salt!" Zek began screaming before he smacked his head (and the pie) into the doorframe. THe pie burst and his nose only got a little bloodied.
But in side the kitchen things were getting worse. As the man in the chef's hat began waving his hands in fury and gibberish, the pies started moving almost as if they were being puppeted. A large group of pies began to form a pile, writhing all over each other and some of them separating into slices until...a beast emerged.
It's head was like a giant pie the size of a hula hoop with eight massive cherries like eyes dotting its surface. Two slices of pie like mandible jutted out from under the head.
More pies banded togethed to form a segmented body that stretched nearly half a dozen feet behind the head, even as tringular slices formed four seconds of spidery legs. Finally, a tail of crust and meat reared up in an arcing curve over the dessert demon's back, a massive meat cleaver embedded in the end like a stinger.
"It's a scor-pie-on!" Zek said before charging it straight on.
"Meat pies? MEAT PIES?!?!" Zek yelled as a new onslaught began occurring in the next room. "Why would you jinx us!" he complained loudly at the woman. He swung the bat several times and with a Wham, Bam, Splat, took out three meat pies just like that.
"Leave the bantering to the professionals!" Zek said as another meat pie bit the dust. Pitching was generally more Zek's thing, but he was pretty good as a hitter too.
These meat pies were much bigger pies. At least ten inches across. They were a lot thicker too, heavier. One could even say...meatier.
"These pies are a lot meatier than the ones outside!" Zek said as he fought off the advances of another half dozen meat pies. And was it just his imagine or did some of the meat seem...a a little more than rare?
Zek took a quick moment to glance around and he spied another door. "Hey!" he shouted at his comrade in harms, "Is that the kitchen?" he pointed to the door. "Check out the kitchen. Whoever is doing this is probably in there!"
Zek's gloved hand met the woman's gloved hand and he pulled himself to his feet and barely avoided slipping and falling on pie guts. "I mean, I feel like maybe leaving isn't the best idea," he said with a smirk. He stomped on another spieder and then another, spewing pie innards everywhere.
For once Zek was torn. Normally he loved pie all the time, but normally pie didn't attack him.
Wait a second. "Wait a second," Zek said as something registered. "You think someone is back there doing this nonsense to perfect good pies?!" His eyes grew big for a moment before he started glaring. His eyes started glowing with red light and he held out a hand. A white orb appeared and Zek smashed the orb into open air, where it became a small portal. He stuck an arm through it and into a locker in Zekworld, where he snagged a baseball bat and pulled it out, just in time to knock another banana cream pie out of the air before it could try suffocating him too.
As screams and chaos filled the the streets, Zek gave this random woman a deranged smile. "Then let's go pay this Pied Piper a visit!"
One of the spieders stepped into Zek's mouth and he reflexively bit the leg off. It was delicious and warm. Almost too warm. Fresh-from-the-oven warm. It really needed some ice cream but zek didn't have time to go find any because the spieder immediately convulsed and the top crust opened up like a hinged lid and the escaping steam sounded a lot like a hiss of pain.
Then the spieder vomited scalding hot apple pie filling on Zek's face.
"Ahhhh!" he screamed as he smacked the spieder off his face, smashing it into the wall. This only seemed to make things worse as more and pies started targeting him, unleashing very-hot payloads at him. Cherry spieders began shooting cherries at him while a rhubarb spider stabbed him with a rhubarb sprout.
The spieders in the street were starting to go berserk too. There were already hundreds of them out there, spreading out into smaller groups that were swarming cars, objects, and pedestrians. A banana cream spieder flung itself at a woman's face in an attempt to suffocate her. A key lime spieder broke into a car and started it up. A trio of chocolate spieders formed a puddle on the ground that made another a car spin out of control.
It was rapidly becoming a disaster of epiec portions!
Zek had been waiting for this all night long. He had slept through the morning so he hadn't bothered waiting then, but it was about lunch time now so he was back to waiting for it.
Pie. He wanted pie.
So he made his way to his fifth favorite bakery, but his third favorite pie shop. He would've gone to his favorite but it has just closed for remodeling and his second favorite pie shop was in Canada and Zek didn't feeling crossing the border for a second time in 24 hours.
So it was Pie Shop #3, Luterrio's Bakery.
Zek already had a napkin tucked into his shirt collar (which looked amazing in contrast to his blue shirt, tastefully ripped jeans, black trench coat, fingerless gloves, and combat boots) and he pushed the doors open to the bakery and opened his mouth to shout his order...
When a wave of miniature pies with tiny little pie slices for legs bowled him over and trampled him as they escaped into the streets.
"What fresh Heaven is this?!" Zek screamed before the spieders covered him completely in their sudden swarm and rush to escape the bakery.
Zek returned fire again but got nicked by a few shards of ice before he ducked back behind cover. He spared another glance at Maria's artwork. "Ohh! You've upped your game! I like it!" Then Zek had an idea. "I have an idea! How about we go over to my friend's place? It's kinda like a mansion and there are some beautifully boring walls I'd like to introduce you to!" The mutant manor would look amazing covered in graffiti! And it would probably annoy Captain Icepants to no end! Win-win!
"Never done what before? Ohh!" Zek said as he went to fire again and...a smoking bottle exploded into gas. Zek's eyes widened and the whites of his eyes began shining with golden light while his iris emitted bright blue light. It was the closest he could get to green.
His head whipped 120 degrees so he could stare at Maria with the most delighted grin. "Nice style!" he said. Then he saw the gum chewing. His smile widened more, unnaturally so. "I like you! Can you do that bottle thing again? Here, I have some more."
Zek pulled three empty soda bottles from his trenchcoat pockets and passed them to his comrade-in-harms. His cackling picked upa gain as he leaned around the dumpster to fire off more paintballs.
Zek leaned out from the dumpster and popped off another few rounds of paintballs. There were a few delightful "umphs!" from down the alley and Zek cracked a delighted smile as the projectiles splattered across Bobby Cool's bare chest. "Take that,y ou lame-o snowcone!" Zek hooted.
Then his eyes opened wide as he ducked back behind the dumpster again. A baseball-sized chunk of ice sailed by and crunched against the back wall of the alley.
"Oh hey Maria!" Zek shouted. "Yeah, it's been a minute! How ya doing?" He leaned out but ducked back again as another salvo of ice chunks scattered against the dumpster. "I see you've been keeping up with your art!"
Zek reached behind him and a white ball appeared in his fingerless-glove-clad hand. The ball vanished and became a small portal to Zekworld, specifically the home team's locker room, and more specifically the paint locker. He snagged a water balloon filled with purple paint and golden glitter and pulled it into Dullworld, shutting the the portal, and then hurling it over the dumpster in Bobby Cool's direction.
"Oh what the--" Bobby began but then a loud splattering interrupted him.
Five second later a rain of ice shards began ricocheting off the dumpster as Zek began cackling.
Zek slid across the hood of the car and quickly ducked down on the other side of it, just as golfball-sized chunks of ice soared right through the space where his head had been. The ice chunks cracked against the bricks of a building and shattered into bits. They weren't enough to kill anyone - probably - but many did they pack a punch! Zek knew he was gonna have bruises in the morning. His trenchcoat and extra layers hadn't helped too much and the first several salvos he'd taken that even felt like paintballs.
Speaking of paintballs.
There was a break in the hailfire so Zek quickly shot up and twisted around, taking aim with his paintball gun and firing off a couple of controlled bursts before ducking back down behind the car again. It was late in the evening and on the cold side outside, so there weren't a ton of random pedestrians around, but it was still a busy part of the city. Enough so that even Zek had thought twice about simply hurling molotov cocktails and dropping cars on his enemy.
The dude with the hail was Bobby Cool. He wore a white faux-fur jacket that reached his ankles. Under it he was shirtless and wore black leather pants. His chest had clearly been waxed that day and he'd gone overboard on the bronzer. A single gaudy gold chain hung around his neck. The rest of his gold chains were in Zek's pockets.
"You're a dead man!" Bobby Cool shouted as he launched another salvo of ice pellets at Zek's location. Then the angel of attack changed as Bobby started shooting hail in an arc.
"As least I don't look like a a carrot rolled in a lint trap!" Zek shouted back even as he ducked into a forward roll and came up sprinting down an alley, where he ducked behind a dumpster for temporary cover.