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.
Zek danced across dimensional boundaries, never staying in one spot for more than a second or two at a time. His portal flared open time and time again as he leaped into Dullworld, cleared the stasis grass, hit four more mystics with golden orbs, and then finished his leap into another portal to Zekworld.
"Thirty four, thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven...." he counted off as he deposited his new toys in their respective toyboxes. These people were covered in so many positively attractive armaments - money signs were practically flashing from Zek's eyes.
He blipped back into Dullworld and picked up another couple of decidedly uniformed people before that could blast the samurai..."Oi! I remember you!" he said to the woman finishing her duel with an ax-man. He nonchalantly smashed a golden ball into an energy construct and destroyed it before subsequently balling the construct's owner. "From the docks that one time!" he added. "A regular pow-wow, stopping the illegal shipments of stuff! How ya been? You look good!" he said, admiring her outfit and creative use of blood.
Then he saw another woman that he also recognized. "Oh hey, Windy! You were there too! How's it hanging?" he said cheerfully. It was a regular reunion party today! Lady Magenta, Linda, Windy, Crimson Katana and so many other he hadn't seen in ages! He stuck his hand through a small white portal and ejected several scarlet orbs into their appropriate cubicles, clearing out his pocket dimensions. He shut down the portal and with a swish of his black trench coat, started flinging more balls at the remaining mystics.
The thundering of a man's laughter from back over by mansion just completed the rave-like vibe. The shower of icicles that started falling was a new one, though.
Zek was now practically purring. "Mmmm, I just love a well-prepared man," he said, laying it on thick and heavily. His grin only got bigger as Sam looked away. "I believe I can help you out. I happen to have such a place one can use...for a price." He thought about licking Sam's ear but got the feeling that would be a step too far.
Then, random knife attack!
"Whoa whoa whoa!" Zek said as he was slashed. He leaped away and with a flick of his wrist, a knife of his own was in his hand and the other handing smashed a white orb into space where it became a small portal to his extra-dimensional locker room armory.
"I swear, if you ruined these jeans, you're a dead man," Zek swore, his sunglasses sliding down an inch and revealing his irises and pupils had all turned solid, angry red.
That's about when the explanation kicked in. He eyed the knife and then Sam again. His eyes returned to a regular non-glowing brown. "Ahhh," he said in realization. The dude had magic. Not as cool as Zek's magic, but useful enough. "So that's the game we're playing. Well, this had better be flippin' amazing."
And it was.
Zek ran two feet and leaped to the ground and landed on his butt. He immediately slid like a sled into a gaggle of people's legs and bowled them over. Before they could do more than call out, Zek hit each person with a golden ball and they vanished. He'd deal with them later. And their wallets.
"You have my attention!" Zek said as he got to his feet, quickly learning to use his hands and not his knees to help himself up.
Now Zek's eyes were shining a solid white, irises, pupils, everything. "Oh my!" he breathed as he clutched a pearl necklace he wasn't wearing (he'd sold it earlier that morning). "A man after my own heart!" he said in a very bad Hollywood Southern accent.
"An escape, huh?" Zek said in his typical tones. "You know, I may be able to help you out. You just needing to lay low for a bit, or are we talking one-way ticket outta here?" he said, indicating New York City at large with his non-pearl-clutching hand. "I recently came into some new...resources, so to speak, so you got me on a good day."
He leaned in way closer to Sam's ear, so the point he could breath on it with every word. "But if I wash your back, what are you going to do for me?" he said breathily. "Sammy-poo might get jealous if he finds out I fooled around with another Sam behind his back."
Zek's smile only sharpened as he watched Sam's expression. La, it was good to be Zek!
Another bored protester wandered by and said, "The devil is in the details," but Zek just responded with, "Sorry, I'm vegan," and ignored the woman as he devoured the rest of his custard-filled donut.
Now Sam had his undivided attention.
"You have my undivided attention," Zek said, lowering his sunglasses a bit so his eyes could glow over the tops of them. His smile started widening, stretch way to far toward his ears, more like a rictus than a normal human smile. "What's the play?"
An arm landed on Zek's shoulders just moments after he traded a bag of "marbles" for another thick wad of cash. Golden light flashed in his hand and he was already moving to pocket the person who dared to infringe on his personal space unasked for, but this his swivel-head recognized the person.
"Saaaaam!" Zek said loudly. "What a delightful and convenient encounter? How's it...scone?" he said, his pun unrepentant.
The light vanished and instead he wrapped that baguetteless arm arm the man's waist. "I'm into all kinds of fun," Zek said, sticking his very blue tongue out at the man. "You'll have to be more specific."
He jammed the donut in his mouth and quickly high fived another person. There may've been an exchange of some more bills and a tiny ring. "You looking for some fun?" Zek said in a garbled fashion, not bothering to remove the donut form his mouth.
"The fault is in our stars," Zek said. The woman turned around with a pleased smile, saw that Zek wasn't her boyfriend, and immediately recoiled and shuffled away.
Zek had consumed the baguette by then. "The trapezoid is in the arena," he said to a slender man just a few feet away.
The man didn't look at Zek and just said, "The pudding is in the proof."
Zek nodded and the two men stumbled into each other. "Ooph!" they said on cue and they fought for their balance and quickly righted themselves.
Then they were walking away from each other. A keen-eyed observer, however, might've noticed the quick sleight of handwork as a wad of cash was passed over to Zek even as Zek handed the guy what looked like a stick.
Then Zek moseyed on over to a woman. "The bull is in the china shop."
Best of times because this had been a fantastic couple of days for Zek! So much excitement! So much beating of people! So much stuff accumulated! So much profit to be made!
After all, he'd sent the X-Men his invoice for his assistance in defense of their house. He was already setting aside a locker in Zekworld for the X-uniform he'd demanded.
And in the day after, the world was in an uproar. Zek had spent the morning going from protest to protest, making signs on all sides and snagging snacks from each. The protest on third street had the best donuts, but the seventh avenue one had some delicious baguettes and cream cheese.
Zek had one of each in hand as he made his way through the counter protests to the fountain. His black trenchcoat was on as usual, and all of his clothes were solid black. His eyes shone white behind his sunglasses and his black fedora cast a shadow over his forehead. He sidled up to a man he found there and stood back to back. "The pigeon is in the coop," he said.
"What on Earth?" the random man said before hurriedly walking off to join his family and get them away from the weirdo.
Zek shrugged, took another bite from the baguette, and walked up to another man. "The daffodil is in the binding," he said.
Zek flashed Pink Lemonade an impossibly wide smile. "Nice to see you too! You throw the best parties!" he said, smashing an orb into a woman's face and vanishing her. All his pockets were full so he flicked out a knife to stab into a person's behind their knee. Zek happily applied a few more stabs and he started bobbing his head to the song. "The music's a little weird but I can dig it!" he yelled.
Then the guy Aura was fighting flung a ton of burning light arrows. "Whoops! Gotta refresh my dance card!" he said and hopped, skipped, and jumped into a portal to Zekworld.
He'd reconfigured it in the last five minutes or so. Added something, really. Normally the ballfield was just an empty space. Now it was covered in dozens and dozens of little boxes, each just big enough to a person to uncomfortably lay down in, and each was about ten feet tall. Walkways suspended over them allowed Zek to walk by six of the boxes and drop a red ball in each, depositing a person in each. By this point, about fifteen of the boxes were filled, the first four were just now starting to realize they were no longer where they had been - for them it had only been a few seconds since Zek had snagged them several minutes ago.
Then Zek was out another portal and time inside Zekworld ground to a halt.
In Dullworld, Zek's only movement ground to a halt. "Is that Lenna I hear?" he said. "How ya doin', Lindaaaaahhhh!" he shrieked as he fully stepped out of the portal and immediately tripped on some horrible flowers.
"Ack! Some flowers are trying to get fresh with me!" he shouted before remembering he was cooler than that. He stabbed at the ugly flowers multiple times and then gave up and smashed golden balls into the ones attacking him. Thus freed, he popped back into Tunnelworld, caught a zipline to a spot a dozen yards away, and re-emerged in Dullworld by Aura. "Hey Aura! I got you some flowers--oops!" he said, tripping as he flung red orbs that swiftly became sundew plants at Malachi.
Zek popped out of Zekworld and the portal vanished behind him. He was surrounded by trees, which was a way better situation than what the hellfire had been back wherever he'd just been.
Then a couple of dudes in some kind of glowing armor charged him. "Oh nice!" he said, his eyes glowing gold with greed. One of the guys looked about his size! The fact that they were clearly about to attack him was just icing on the cake. He hit them with a couple of glowing golden lights and they vanished, armor and all. He turned around to get his bearings when a burning eagle screeched and flew at his face.
"Yikes!" he said and instinctively smashed another golden light into the bird. It, too, vanished, but he felt nothing in his pocket. "Stinkin' energy constructs," he muttered, kicking some dirt. And he'd just lost his other flying pocket monster, so now he needed to stock up on stuff.
Well, fortunately for Zek there was a forest full of people and stuff. He turned around and saw a small battlefield opening up, filled with flashes of light as mutants and mystics fou - hey, that was Pink Floyd! Well now he had a destination! Zek grinned and started hitting people with energy orbs as he jogged lightly in her direction.
Zek feigned a very demure expression. "Oh please, it was nothing!" he said as the woman said he was her lifesaver. Apparently they'd met before and he'd saved her life twice? Who knew? Zek didn't keep track of those things. It was probably something boring like a mugging or whatever so he hadn't bothered storing the event in his head.
But it was still good to have people feel at least somewhat indebted to you because that could always be turned to his advantage at some point. All for the price of baklava.
A hand on his shoulder nearly smashed Zek to the table. "Ack!" he said as The Jolly Inked Giant laughed. "You need to get out more, dude," he said, stuffing more baklava in his mouth. "This was maybe the sixth most eventful thing I've been to this week. Whadja do all those centuries, sit around and watch the news?" Some people just didn't know how to have a good time. It was heartbreaking.
Zek snagged a hot wing off the plate and chased down the baklava. "Mmm, good stuff!" he said, holding up sauce-stained fingers. "Also, I call dibs on a mystic butt-kicking force! Call it Hex-Force. I'm trademarking the name. And the Hexistentialists. And the Hexperts. Also Hero Hexpress."
Zek had been busy since the killer party earlier. The one where they raised the roof so hard that the whole big building fell down. The one with a big tentacle monster and a bunch of mystics doing weird stuff while mutants did other weird stuff. And then he'd gone over to the X-Mansion where they'd raised the roof so hard that...
"When did I get so repetitive?" he said to nobody in particular. Ah well. After those events, he'd taken some time to count up his earnings. Even with much of his confiscated gear having lost some or all of its power, and with most of the items being second-hand, Zek still figured he had enough inventory to corner the magical market for years to come. He was gonna make bank!
The only reason his eyes weren't glowing green was just because he couldn't make that color, so Zek resorted to alternating his irises from blue to gold and back again every second or so, like a strobe light. He was hoping if he did it fast enough it would look green.
Now for party number three!
Zek plopped down at the nearest table he could find and started doublefisting his supercharged cans of sugary and caffeinated pop. An empty one fell out of his trenchcoat sleeve and clattered to the table, which rolled over to the giant muscle-man with intriguing tattoos that kept moving. Again, Zek had to settle for flashing gold and blue instead of green eyes at the art.
"Food sounds amazing!" Zek said by way of forcibly intruding into he conversation. He saw one woman's honeycomb necklace and he was inspired. "Oh, I've got baklava!" he said, before reaching a hand under the table, opening a tiny portal to Zekworld, reaching into the other dimension and pulling out a half-empty tray of baklava he'd gotten from a bakery that morning. It was still warm and smelled fresh. He shut the portal and put the tray in front of the very august-looking man who'd ordered wings. "Are we talking about the fighting earlier? That was a thrill wasn't it? Man, I could go for a third one today!"
"Hi Zek!" Zek said into the camera after nailing a person in the back with a golden light. He nonchalantly threw a red orb off behind him and left the person falling four stories to the ground. The person was probably a mystic.
Cuttlefish moved into some kind of evasive pattern and Zek just giggled and laughed. His eyes were wide and unblinking and they burned with blue and white light. "Let's do a loop de loop!" he yelled as more orbs flashed into the trees. But then lights started coming back towards the Dynamic Duo. "Ah, consequences!" he yelled.
He barely even heard Custard - Zek was already throwing a white ball in front of them and they shot through the following portal like a bat out of hell. Or a birdboy from hell. Or a guy with wings who was now on fire. So maybe like a phoenix? Well anyways, they were now in a much better place because Zekworld was better than literally everywhere.
They immediately crashed into a massive pool of water Zek imagined into existence, long enough to snuff out the feathers. Then the pool and all water and wetness vanished with a thought before Clark could complain. That left them standing in the main locker room in Zekworld stadium.
Zek began cackling maniacally as all the action began. The ground swiftly began looking like a duel between opposing fireworks companies, as energy signatures erupted on both sides, signaling mutant and magical might manifesting. The air wasn't particularly safe either. They shiny guy who could fly the X-Jet deflected some fire and while he was distracted by talking to Capricorn, Zek nonchalantly tossed a ball behind the man and captured a burning meteor the size of a motorcycle that was streaking towards the man's back. But Zek didn't brag about it. Oh no, that would come later.
He tried releasing it back at a group of people he thought were mystics, but he realized it was just some kind of construct, which just kinda stopped existing once he tagged it. "Asterisk pound symbol percent sign ampersand it!" he yelled into the wind as Featherbutt took them toward the woods. He dropped a car on the mystics instead as they passed over.
The man who no longer had the top hat scoffed. “'e looks loike a bloody tomato, is what ‘e is.”
Zek started smiling. It stretched very, very wide. Impossibly wide, like an alligator’s. Yet it didn’t reach his eyes. “That’s okay,” he said evenly. “I’ll come to you.” Zek dropped his bat and smashed a ball down at the rooftop and then fell forward through the portal.
He reclaimed his bat in a cinch and after falling a dozen feet, he opened a portal to the side of where the man was at. He burst through and swung his bat hard, but he got only air as the man vanished.
Zek instantly popped open another portal and landed in Zekworld. The ground moved under him and he shot up a dozen feet in the air, where he formed a portal facing the rooftop. He stared down and saw the teleporter had reappeared behind Cuttlefish. “Behind you!” Zek snarled as he hurled his chain toward the teleporter.
Then a holographic Zek handed him a rifle he’d taken from that vampire pool party he’d gone to. Zek took aim at the teleporter and started squeezing the trigger as fast as he could.
Every bullet skewed wildly, as if another man on the room was making the air super abrasive.
Zek flashed Maria a too-wide grin and cackled. Now that gal had style! He tossed his helmet at her and reached into his trenchcoat where once again, a ball then a portal appeared and he was able to pull a second helmet out. This one had flames on the side of it so it was extra cool.
“Well, then, what are you waiting for? Hop on!” he said, turning on his vehicle as the motorcyclists started up their engines. “Hey Bruiser! I’ll keep her nice and safe for ya!” he jeered, a round of catcalls and hooting bouncing back from the non-Bruiser bikers and quartet members.
“You might wanna hold on tight,” he said, spinning his head completely around to look straight behind him. “This might be a bumpy ride!” he told Maria.
Then he was off! The other bikers too! Zipping their way through the streets, ignoring traffic laws and traffic and rude people getting in their way! All the way to the Mudpuppies’ hangout!