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.
Wait, arresting? Was this guy some kind of cop? "Wait, arresting? Are you some kind of cop?" Zek asked as he immediately put the case of prepared Molotov cocktails back in the locker. Dang, working with the fuzz was gonna limit his options. From what he'd gleaned, they didn't like it went you set fire to buildings, even if said fire met the qualifications of leaving a building standing.
Time for Plan B.
"That's a lot less fun but AAAAHHH!" Zek yelped as an entire row of paint=spattered cubicles swung through the air. "Seriously, whoever's doing that, stop throwing office furniture!" What ever happened to civilized office warfare?
It was time to put an end to this.
Zek grabbed his disco staff out of his locker and pulled it through the portal and into Dullworld. It was a walking stick with an orb on the end with a few LED lights that could spin around. He shut the portal and threw a white ball at the ceiling around the center of the office, where it began a ten foot white disc blasting light down into the office space. And the sound system began playing a song. At the same time, he flicked the switch on his disco staff and laser lights began pouring out from the orb and EDM started blasting from a hidden speaker.
The looming person vanished in a flash of light and now one of Zek's pocket dimension was full. That was fine, he had four more empty ones.
Then a heavy metal chair tore through the air and like, half the office in the blink of an eye.
"AIIIIII!" Zek screamed sopranoishly as he rapidly backpedaled in the most awkward crab walk ever. "What was that? Hey, y'all need to stop throwing chairs!" he yelled. "Someone could get hurt!" Hopefully the other guys.
"Hey Senor Shoot-em-up! What's the goal here?" Zek said. He opened a small portal in front of him and stuck his arm through it and into a locker in Zekworld, where he began rummaging around for the item he was looking for. The case of bottles that had kerosene-soaked rags stuffed in them.
Things were starting to get very fun now! In the darkness, colors and lights emerged as Zek's paintballs went flying in every single direction as if fired by a madman with no ability to aim. Within minutes, the office space was starting to look like Jackson Pollock had gone on a murder spree on a herd of unicorns. Glowing rainbow liquids were covering all kinds of things.
Zek stopped firing only when he ran out of paintballs. "Aw," he whined. "I knew Castle didn't reload these things," he complained. "Hey, Gunner! You got any glowy paintballs?"
A flash of rainbow light streamed toward his general direction and Zek ducked down behind a semi-glowing desk as the melting rainbow missed him by yards. "Hey! Cut that out!" Zek said, tossing the now stupid gun overhandedly in the general direction of Chromageddon.
Then a large shape loomed out of the darkness, blocking the light of a flare. It wasn't shooting a gun so Zek figured it wasn't the guy he was currently teaming up with. "Outta my light," he said, thrusting a golden orb at the figure in order to make it go away.
The Kez beneath Zek gasped and then began dissolving into thousands of pixels that drifted away like technicolor dust. "Dang, now that's a nifty way to go," Zek said with a respectful nod. So pretty. Zek knew he could do better though. If he ever died, it was gonna be a night burned into the minds of the entire world forever.
Golden light shone from Zek's eyes as the smell of purple filled the air. "Ah!" he said before ducking under a chair. Rainbow light flashed overhead and suddenly bits of the chair started melting. "Nope!" he said and touched a golden ball to the chair. "Nope nope nope nope nope!"
Now he had a chair in his pocket. A melting chair.
But Zek wasn't gonna worry about that just yet. Office hijinks were in the air. Frozen in the air, to be precise.
"I don't know who you're talking about!" Zek yelled before throwing a red orb in the direction of Roy G. Bivowhack. It turned into a chair that abruptly began falling to the floor.
Rainbow lights were flashing. White lights were strobing and making things not move. Zek himself was flashing with gold and red light. Then he got a terrible, dreadful, wondrous idea.
"Bee are be!" he said and he rolled over and into a portal to Zekworld. Two portals later (he messed up the first one) a hand stuck out of a plate-sized portal and flicked the light switch, shutting off the typical fluorescent harsh office lighting. The hand retracted back into the ring of light and the portal shut behind it. Seconds later anothe portal appeared near Shooty McGee and Zek popped out with a gun of his own.
"Haven't use this since that sewer clown fiasco!" he said, flinging a few lit flares around the office and taking aim with his gun. His paintgun. With balls filled with glow-in-the-dark paint.
"Now it's a party!" he yelled, as he ran out into the darkness and began shooting everything that moved.
Zek panted and planted his hands on his knees as he waited for the world to stop spinning a bit. "That...is just...wrong," he said in between dry heaves. He wiped his mouth with a colorful handkerchief and then tossed it behind him. Rainbow vomit blasts. That's what Zek was gonna call them. What kinda person had that as a power? "I'm gonna need to scrub my brain after this!"
But then more people appeared. One, in particular, looked extremely handsome. "Hey, now you're a handsome fella!" Zek said with a lecherous grin as he stared at the spitting image of himself. Other than the fact the guy had way palers skin, way darker hair, glowing green eyes instead of the colors Zek was using, and wore a bomber jacket instead of a trench coat. Zek's grin faded when he saw that last bit.
"Abomination!" he yelled as he threw a golden orb at the reverse-Zek. The Kez juked to the side and threw a pixelated red and white ball right back at Zek.
"No fair!" the One True Zek shouted as he ducked. Who was this guy, who had his powers but ruined his fashion sense? It was time for the gloves to come off.
Zek took his fingerless gloves off and stuffed them into pockets.
"It's time for the gloves to come off!" he shouted before pitching forward and falling through a new portal into Zekworld which zipped up tight behind him. He fell up a few feet through the air in his world and then popped open a new portal, appearing right over the Kez. Zek collided with him and as they crashed to the floor, he dragged a hacksaw across the Kez's neck.
Their impact against the floor including a moist squish sound.
Zek cackled as Maria shot back with even better repartee. He liked this chick! Witty, fun, and up for all kinds of stuff! This was going to be a fun night indeed!
Once all had disembarked (and the quartet had started humming some heist music), Zek flashed away the helmets and the four-wheeler. He handed Maria a can of spray paint and then pulled out a red ball of light that quickly turned into a duffle bag full of spray paint canisters. “Dig in, ladies and germs!”
He flashed a dazzling smile at Maria. “Well then, Miss Ah-tiste, how about you show us schmucks how it’s done then?” He waved grandiosely at the squat brick building with boarded up windows and a (mostly empty) rack of bikes outside it. It was an ugly thing and excluded unwelcoming vibes. It was mostly clean, but there were some broken bottles here and there, or crushed cans, but nothing a quick pick-up wouldn’t fix. The Mudpuppies weren’t savages, just a li’l messy.
“Ladies first,” Zek said with a bow as the quartet began humming a drumroll.
Why was Calypso in his underwear again? “Why are you in your underwear again?” Zek said. He’d changed clothes back when Zek did. There was a whole holographic team pep talk and everything. “You’d changed clothes back when I did. There was a whole holographic pep talk and everything.”
Then Zek’s non-glowing eyes turned to the downed teleporter. He glanced back at Featherbutt. “You know what? I don’t wanna know. You can do whatever you want with whomever as long as I don’t have to see it.” Besides, Zek was already almost blinded by all the non-feathered flesh. He’d have to start wearing sunglasses around him again.
The guy got dressed, although there was a little too much flapping around for Zek’s taste. Then they were able to put it all behind them.
“Good idea! These clowns have no idea who they messed with, but now they gotta know we rule these streets and skies.” Zek said as he dropped a golden ball on the teleporter, vanishing him away. He pulled his disco staff out of a portal. “Trashes to trashes and bums to dumps! Away we go, let’s ditch these chumps!” he cawed before hopping up onto the edge of the roof.
He flicked a switch on the staff and the LED lights on top started spinning as rave music started blasting. He thrust the staff up and held his arms out so he could easily be picked up by the Top Cat-Bird.
As soon as Zek exited Zekworld astride his Catbird mount, all hell broke loose. Caspar was sent spiraling and there was fire and blazing hot air everywhere.
"Ack! Wrong dimension! Wrong dimension! I didn't even know I could go to Hell!" he shrieked as he lost grip on the Winged Wonder's neck and he began his own freefall to the ground. And Samper Fi-ght wanted him on air patrol? "Screw that!" he shouted into his communicator right before he threw a ball and fell through the subsequent portal right back into Zekworld, where he plunged into the vanishing pool again.
He drifted there for several seconds before dismissing the pool, the water and the portal. He didn't care if Catbird followed him - Zek wasn't ready to fight in The Bad Place. He leaped into the air and grabbed a zipline that took him across the ballfield, where he let go and left Zekworld through another portal.
A disc of solid white light edge in orange opened in the open office environment that spanned much of the top floor of the building. Zek stepped out of the disc, letting its brightness wash over the suddenly open-air room.
"Oh stuuuupid," Zek sang. "Come out and plaaaa-aaaayyy!"
Silence. At least in the room. Custard and Top Hatless were banging around and yelling all over the roof and immediate airspace. Zek didn't care. He had another part to play. Namely, getting his trenchcoat back.
He stalked past some cubicles and and abruptly spun when he saw the shadow of a plastic potted plant. Golden light flared to life in his hand, but he didn't throw it. Not yet. "I know you're there!" he called.
He walked into the empty space beneath the now-vanished part of the ceiling-roof, where the friction fiend had fallen. "C'mon out, Mr. Slick, and maybe you won't get hurt," Zek lied.
A string of expletives was all he got back in response. "Tsk, tsk," Zek scoffed. "That's not very nice."
"What do you want your coat back for?" a voice shouted from some shadow somewhere. "It's filled with old food and smells funny."
"They're called rations and it smells like a candy store!" Zek snarled back. "Now show yourself! And give me back my trenchcoat!"
"OR you'll what?" the voice said from a different direction. Zek whirled but didn't see anything. He threw the ball anyways, and the passing of the light only briefly illuminated that hallway before falling to the floor and winking out. He made a new light, in addition to the portal's light.
"I will burn this place down around you," Zek hissed. "I will break this place, brick by brick, until there's nowhere for you to hide. Nothing for you to slicken. Then I will break you. Grind you into particulates, defile your remains with salt and feces, and then scatter you in a sewer to dwell for eternity with the rest of the sludge until one day you slide into the ocean and seek to the deep abyssal layers, beyond the slightest touch of the sunlight's grace and lounging in the chill of the depths, awaiting out eternity until the heat death of the universe as beautiful Entropy steals the motion of every atom, every subatomic particle and time itself comes to a halt, making your suffering a truly infinite and all-encompassing tribulation."
Silence.
"Good Lord!" the voice said from behind him. Zek twirled again, a knife in his offhand as he readied his ball to throw. The friction fiend dropped from the ceiling where he'd been crawling toward the hole. He landed gracefully in front of the portal, a perfect silhouette in front of it. He started taking the coat off. "What is wrong with you?" he said. "You know what, this isn't worth all this mess, okay? Here, you can have your stuff back."
Zek didn't move. He just cocked his head, tilting it to an unnatural angle. His irises began to burn red as the guy removed his coat.
"That's not good enough," Zek said quietly. "You did something to me that nobody has done in a very long time," he said, still unmoving. "You owe me so, so much more. You know that old expression, 'an eye for an eye'?"
"You want my jacket too?" the guy said. "You know, fine. You can have it. Then we're good, right?" He had the trench coat off and started stripping his own jacket off.
Zek continued as if the guy didn't say anything. He thought something. "Hammurabi thought too small."
Then the tyrannosaur head of the small drunk dino-shifter Zek had smuggled into Zekworld earlier that night lunged out of Zekworld, sank his steak-knife-like teeth into the fiend's leg and dragged him into the portal before the guy could do more than scream in surprise. The scream cut off as the man passed through the portal.
Zek smiled tightly. He walked over and picked up his trenchcoat.
Not long after that, a portal opened on the roof and Zek stepped out, clad in his trenchcoat and holding Cupid's clothes.
By the time Featherbutt and Zek had armed themselves, the blue-tongued dude had entirely forgotten where they were at in conjunction with Dullworld. "Let's ride!" he shouted as he clambered up onto Carter's back and raised his morningstar mace high, Wagner's Ride of the Valkyries beginning to blare from everywhere inside Zekworld. He threw a white ball in front of them and it turned into a white portal. He kicked his heels like he was nudging a horse. "Hi ho, Sliver, away!"
Zek was almost in tears. It was all just so...beautiful! Such an epic duel against a backdrop of drama, angst, and like a lot of bugs. Okay, the last part wasn't at thrilling but then there had been a massive booming. He felt like he was at a fancy 3D movie where you could actually feel the wind on your face!
Zek waved away the wind from his face because it was annoying. It might've looked like he was waving at Linda.
"I can hold as much as I want," he said with a grin to Madame Rose. He got up out of his chair and kicked it through a portal. He walked over, eyed the man on the ground, and then licked his lips at the way the light glinted off the probably magic armor. "As much as I want," he said to himself as he dropped golden orbs on the downed man, his sword, and the old woman who talked a lot.
He started rubbing his hands together and a ball of white light later, he was crossing over into Zekworld where things began shifting and changing.
Kittyhawk yelled something but Zek couldn’t hear over the sound of the gun. “Sorry, can’t hear you over the sound of the gun!” he shouted back, for once actually glad he didn’t have freaky super-hearing like the Winged Wonder. Turns out, it was a blessing and a curse!
Zek continued firing wildly at people, but once Caspar clasped onto the teleporter and vanished, Zek turned his attention to the other guy, the one who was making it not fun to move through the air. The man was just standing there, an arm outstretched toward Zek, the air slightly blurry around his hands.
“You suck!” Zek yelled as the bullets kept veering wildly as they hit air resistance.
“Nah, man, you suck!” the guy countered, pure annoyance on his face and creamy peanut butter still on a hand. “Who puts peanut butter in their pocket like that?”
“Dudes with excellent taste!” Zek shouted back, tossing a golden light at the man. “But nows it all gonna taste like a stupid guy’s hand and that’s gross!”
THat’s when the teleporter yelled at him. “I’m busy!” the friction guy yelled in a nasal voice. The golden light missed him by a couple of feet and struck the rooftop right behind him. “Figure it out yourseeeeelpppp!!”
The shout turned into a yelp as a big chunk of rooftop vanished from underneath the guy. “Got you!” Zek shouted as the man began falling. Zek leaned back into Zekworld and the portal shut down.
It was like using dynamite on fish in a barrel, a particularly fun activity that Zek enjoyed once a month or so. In this case, the barrel was all the various plants and other terrain hazards that were trapping people in place, other than the people Zek assumed was on his side. Not that he really knew what the sides were, but he figured he'd stick to the winning side.
Zek hammered the mystics Lenna bowled over with his own powers and repeated the task of depositing them in their boxes in Zekworld. "....Fifty three, fifty six, fifty seven...." he said in a sing-song tone as he never stopped moving. Mystics tried to attack him? Ball to the face. Mystics tried to block him? Ball to the face. Mystics tried to run? Ball to the back of the face.
He kept this up, his inventory of people growing by the minute even as the number of people in the woods rapidly diminished. Finally, he popped out of Zekworld within spitting distance of the duel and he pulled out a folding chair from behind him and plopped down into it. He shut down the portal and opened a small one in front of him, from which he extracted a bag of popcorn from one of the popcorn machines he'd installed in Zekworld and then proceeded to watch the last duel and the psychic choking. He loved Lady Mauve duels - they're were almost filled with action, violence, and then time even bloody limbs!
"Okay, I think I got everyone else!" he said. "Are you all done fighting yet? Did I miss anything exciting?" he yelled before smashing a fistful of popcorn into his oversized mouth.
Zek snickered at the hyberbole. "Good to know. How's it do with guys though?" he said with the smile he normally saved for Captain Icepatch.
They were in a bit of a no-man's zone between the protest and the counter-protest, but nobody was paying them any attention, even after Zek's sporting debut or all the flashing lights and vanishing people. Zek was pretty half the people were there for him anyways, so none of this would be out of the ordinary. Also, it was New York City.
"Before I take the knife," he said, his smile shifting into a smirk. "Let's talk details. Maybe a fancy knife just isn't enough." He didn't move to take the knife, at least not yet. He'd get what he wanted later. He shoved a ball of white light into the open sir and a portal just tall enough for him to comfortably step through (and therefore way shorter than Sam) appeared.
"Step into my parlor," said the baller to the guy. "Tis the prettist little parlor that you ever did spy." Zek stepped into a conference room in Zekworld.