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.
"I honestly cannot say the same. You are creepy." He spoke to the young woman before the door was opened, and he was let out into the world. They were before a high rise building with some obvious custom architecture. This must be the place. He climbed out, giving the driver a long, tense look before wandering toward the entrance with his short sword in hand, still sheathed.
The first level housed a check in point for security, metal detectors and all. They had asked him to surrender his weapon. He refused in dramatic fashion, by unsheathing it, and dicing the closest person to shreds; mind you, the wakizashi was not a cleaving weapon. His kills came from rapid little slices to arteries. The first man fell back in shock as the second realized what was happening and pulled his gun. He was an excellent shot, even sporting some shotting competion trophies to his name. Unfortunately at this close of a range, there wasn't even a chance to get a shot out before his wrist was removed, and his throat opened in two neat motions.
Raijin continued inward, hardly breaking stride as he slid handed his sword around the metal detector and mosied through the next door. She he rounded the first corner, the elevator guard heard footsteps and chimed in. "Hey, I thought I heard a bit of a racket out there, you guys oka-KGHG." He was iterrupted by the Ronin rounding the corner and stabbing him directly in the abodmen. Powerful limbs grabbed at his attacker as he attempted to wrench his attacker away so that he could respond. Raijin simply twisted the blade in him, and applied twisting pressure as the man pushed him away. Stepping back a few paces, he watched as the his opponent fumbled for his weapon before his face paled, and he sagged to his knees before slumping over. A small cut sealed the deal.
It didn't matter how good these men were if they were this complacent. He cleaned his blade on his latest victim's clothes, noticed his security badge, and cut it free of him.
As for where to go first... Top floor. These folk always wanted to be on top. He scanned the badge, and pressed the button just as he heard the screams of a maid who had come across one of the bodies at the entrance. They would probably call that in. He had limited time. The rest of the place would be aware, too. He started to draw a glyph in the air.
As the elevator door opened to reveal his shield spell hanging there, a predictable hail of gunfire filled the box. With a flash, his crest shattered, and he followed it out out, ducked low and to the corner to avoid the incoming handgun fire. Pushing forward at an angle until he was before one of the men. With another step, his opponent was in between him and the other guard. A few slashes later he grabbed his dying opponent and shoved him at the other guy as he finished reloading.
He was knocked to the floor, where he dropped his gun, and pulled a knife.
A short struggle later, Rajin sported a cut on his chin, and a bloody short sword. That one had been decent, but he'd had less range.
He kicked the next door open, and ducked to the side as bullets ripped through the wall. This wasn't the best position... they were entrenched at this point. He sat against the wall a moment as he waited for their clips to run out, and eyed some cover inside of the room. A quick crest was drawn in the air, and the moved in, sending the crest toward one man as they both reloaded. There was a panicked sound as the man tried to take cover from the harmless shield, and the other man fired blindly at it. Raijin took the opportunity to roll from his own cover, and charge forward.
He leapt over a couch and came down on the man who had just taken out his crest, silencing him with a deep cut to the neck before grabbing his pistol and flinging it at the other man's face as he looked up from his cover. CLACK! It hit hard, and he dove in after. The man flipped him off, though, as he landed on him, and his sword clattered to the side. "Ksuh!"
What followed was a harrowing struggle for his sword that saw him cut in a few places, but ultimately ended with him digging his weapon into the man's chest from above.
He stood slowly, catching his breath, before hearing a slow clapping sound come out from behind him. "Excellent job! You are good at what you do, aren't you? Well, let me tell you, what ever they are paying you... I can pay you more. How about we talk before we make any decisions we regret, huh?"
Raijin stared through an open door at a middle aged business looking man with a cocky smile on his face, holding two glasses of scotch. He stepped into the room the man was relaxing in. His eyes immediately caught his sword hanging on the wall...
HANGING. Not even on a stand, it was practically hung like a picture frame. He stopped in his tracks. "I am not here for money..."
"Oh, c'mon! I've been in this situation enough times to know that it's always about money... how much did they fork out? Twenty K? Fifty? You could have a good gig, here. I could make you a wealthy man." Garik set one of the glasses on the table in front of him, and took a sip on his own drink. Raijin caught a bead of sweat forming on his temple. He smiled a bit as he walked over to his weapon on the wall, and lifted it up. "You are a fighter, are you not? You wanted this. It is mine. I will give it to you... If you can leave this room alive."
Garik's jaw clenched, as Raijin walked over silently, and placed the katana before him. Garik was a blackbelt in Tae Kwondo. He was not a swordsman, but he saw the writing on the wall. He took up the sword as Raijin walked back to the man's collection, and lifted a german bastard sword from the rack. It wasn't very sharp... a collector's piece. He turned to see the other man already coming at him with his Katana. In a smooth motion he used the strong of his sword to redirect the charging man's sword tip and send him stumbling into the wall.
Garik smacked into it, and turned to brandish his weapon once more before he found himself impaled before he could even gather his wits. "My weapon is a Muramasa! A WEAPON meant for killing, not a piece of art to be TACKED ON A WALL." Garik's wide eyes tried to comprehend what was happening as the samurai heaved the german weapon up with all of his might, and nailed him to the wall with it, leaving him to expire, hanging there.
He then picked up his weapon, and walked into the elevator. "Not even worth a tally mark." He said as the doors closed behind him.
That statement placated the samurai somewhat. He nodded shortly, and tapped the sheathed sword he'd placed tip down between his legs against the floor of the seat. It was a position in which he could quickly draw it, but it didn't disrupt his comfort in lounging in the fairly spacious back seat.
He glanced to the side as she replied to his question with a simple statement. Was that a little bit of sadness there? Huh. It confirmed his suspicion that she was a killer. He wondered for just a moment what had happened to this girl to mess her up this badly. Eh, didn't matter in the long run. He was just riding along to kill her father.
Raijin wondered for a moment if she was going to want to watch. Creepy thought. They were moving faster toward their destination. Good. He was getting antsy in this vehicle, especially knowing that he was heading toward his sword. Everything felt off without it on his person.
Annnnd just like that, she lost him. He was a fake belt martial artist. Maybe he did BJJ? He'd met some decent practitioners of that belt-based school. Still, he wasn't keeping his hopes up. "Mm... Are any of his guards dangerous?" If he had deep pockets, maybe he'd hired some quality mercenaries.
How far away was this place. He honestly didn't know the city very well, so as far as he knew they were taking him out to the wilderness to shoot him. Gods help them if they tried. Still, he had a feeling he could take her words at face value. She was too insane to lie to him about this.
He did blink a few times when she mentioned she was a widow in mourning. "You are twelve." It was a blunt statement. It wasn't like the young getting married was unheard of back home. The way she said it, though, was rather telling. "Have you killed before?" He glanced out the window as he asked. He wasn't sure the answer this time. She might have. She might not have. Usually he could tell after studying someone for a while, but this girl. It honestly seemed like that typical change in one's soul that taking another life was a catalyst for would not take place for her. In short, he had the feeling killing one person... a thousand people, none at all... It would make no difference to her.
That, to him, was greatly unsettling.
The rest of what she said wasn't important to him. Something about rich criminals dying all of the time and her grandfather, who he didn't give the barest @#$^ about, whoever he was.
"Sounds like a man I will like to kill. Is he much of a fighter?" His expression shifted to somewhat hopeful at the expression, though maintaining that air of low investment. Even so, he kept one eye on the young woman as she mocked his target, and then watched the traffic zoom by out the window.
She started saying her life story or something. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as he started thinking about what he would do when he got to this place. He assumed he wasn't going to be allowed to just waltz in... So that's what he would do. Walk in, kill anyone who got in the way.
He didn't like making plans, and was confident no one there would be good enough to kill him.
"You do not care that it might look bad, you pulling in with the man who will kill your father? Let me remind you again, if this is a trap, you, and everyone involved will die."
"I will give you a taste of mortality, then!" He knew this guy wasn't invincible; his elemental shield had caused some damage, though the bounceback was unnatural. This man seemed to be possessing of unnatural strength, fortitude and healing. Perhaps he was Hercules after all.
Raijin grinned, pulling his crest up before him as a giant shield, covering his whole form. He then did something not many people were likely want to do against such a giant man with such a stupidly massive weapon. He stepped toward the greatest Olympian, muttering under his breath, weapon clenched in his hand. "Your stick will be my trophy when you are no longer living!"
He was ready.
So was his opponent, as the massive weapon was quickly hefted his way. Up went his barrier to counter, which shattered in a flash of electricity as the ronin ducked in and used the temporary flash among the shattering cover to juke around the opposite side and flick the short sword out quickly. He found himself on the opposite side of the big man's clothesline attack, almost directly in his path.
He swung his blow, only trying to make the lightest of contact, before he was smacked into by the charging bull and found himself sprawling off to the side, rolling once before smacking into a chair. "HHNK." Even just being bowled over by this guy might have broken a rib...
Now... IF his sword made contact with the man, something odd would happen. The room would suddenly light up with pale blue light, as if a flash of lightning had arced through the room, but in absolute silence, and to no effect.
Until the man took another step. Then, his booming blade spell would go off, and a massive burst of thunder would echo out from the Olympian himself, rattling the bottles behind the nearby bar, and attacking him with force from the inside out. The Samurai struggled to try and get to his feet either way.
He settled into the car, giving the driver the deliquent eye as he did, though the man didn't seem interested. The girl slid over to a small unicorn backpack, and he watched her for a moment before muttering. "What a mess." Great. He was about ot be stuck in a car with a girl who was openly planning her father's death, all while scribbling in her unicorn notebook.
He didn't bother looking at what she was writing. She was unsettling as @#$^, and he would much rather forget she existed. He leaned back in his seat, kicking his feet up and rolling down the window in order to pick a booger and flick it out into the wind.
"How long is this ride going to be? Why are you fine with me acing your father?"
He didn't look at her while he talked. Didn't want to. She was probably going to look unreasonably sweet about it and that was just #$%^ed. He wondered if the driver knew. He had ears, right? Maybe he was in on it?
He continued staring through half lidded eyes at her as she peeled away the facade. Creepy. "Do not feel the need to do me any favors." He replied to her explanation.
She was sweet as pie as she explained that he understood perfectly that he was going to kill her dad... and that she had no fear of death. He didn't like that. Even he feared death. Granted, he was not at all afraid that he would die; he was too much of a bad ass. But when death came for it he would struggle until his last breath.
She did not seem to feel the same, and that was unsettling. He put his sword away. Her car pulled up. "Raijin." He got in.
He had someone to kill, and he really needed to take a nap, so time was of the essence.
He watched her as she replied, nodding once as she looked over the weapon, before his expression shifted a little bit. To one of focus. On her.
"You are not afraid of the sword." He watched for another moment, thinking back to her movements. Her reactions. "Not afraid of any of this. Me." That's what it was. SHE was what was unsettling him. "Why are you pretending to be afraid if you are not afraid?"
I mean... The Sword was his sword. She'd described a unique feature of it. It was... perfect. Almost too good to be true.
"Did you find me to tell me your father has my sword? I will kill him for taking it. Do you know that? I could kill you right now..." He was... curious, more than anything else. He knew where his sword was, unless this was a trap. Even if it was, he would just kill who ever was trying to trap him and look for his sword more.
And yet. She was just as afraid in this situation as she was. Not at all.
Unless he was just imagining all of this. What was certainly possible.
He didn't notice something was off at first. He grabbed her, moved her, looked around past her, and then stepped back as she replied. His eyes drifted across her features as she spoke about her father. Small. Unassuming. Meek, even.
Why did something make him feel... uncomfortable. What was going on, here? He shook his head at her. "I don't know who the @#$% that is. He has a sword? What does it look like?" He pulled out his own short blade. "Like this, but longer?"
He turned to look down the block as she mentioned having a driver, before looking back to her. "Stay right here for a second, something is wrong. I need to sort it out. Let me think." What was it? What was off? He took a solid scan of the area. No one stood out. No one was watching them. The driver and her car weren't even visible. Around the corner, maybe.
Oh, she wasn't looking for child support. Good. She wasn't after sex, though, which was... okay. She did look a bit young, after all. The overt embarrassement drew an impatient glance her way before he started looking around for someone else to harass for his sword. One of these suits ought to know who had enough money to hire Kawaii Dorobo.
This little girl was wasting his time. "Ehhhhh? What do I care if you know that freaky old priest?" He would grab her by the shoulders to move her a little out of the way to get a good look at a person further down the sidewalk, pausing when she pointed out he only had one sword.
"That is true. I am looking for the other, yes." He sturned to step away, missing almost all of her well crafted act, because he didn't give a shit.
she did say something that gave him pause. He would immediately be staring at her. "Who is your father. Where does he live?"
He hadn't slept last night. No time. He had to find the pink woman; the art thief. The ronin wasn't sure what time it was. His phone was out of commission, filled with paint. Oh well, it didn't matter. He had to find his sword. She had stolen it for someone. The only thing was, he wasn't an investigator.
So, he spent a whole night and half of a day walking up to people in suits and demanding they tell him where his @#$^ing sword was.
He was doing that now. His arm was looped around the neck of a meek investment banker, deep shadows under his eyes were ignored as he lowered his voice to the man. "You will tell me where it is... You have a suit. You know." The man shook his head, and seemed immediately relieved when someone called out to him, and he was able to slip out and run off when he looked to see who it was.
Raijin's sleepy eyes squinted as the young woman walked up. "Huh... Are you someone I slept with? No child support, go away."
He turned and paused, looking her up and down again. A bit young, but she certainly wasn't bad looking. Church mouse aesthetic, but they were often sinners underneath. "Unless you want to go again. It will have to wait, I have to find my sword."
Raijin was going to kill this beast. The decision was made as soon as they locked eyes. He wanted his sword back first. There she was, in the water not too far off. He moved to make his way toward her, but was quickly wrapped up in a new tenacle and lifted from the water. "PAH! Curse you, Kawaii Dorobo!"
She left some parting words, and he growled out, "I told you!"
And then she was gone.
He was stuck here with a giant monster octopus.
Rather, it was stuck with him.
The giant creature was dead within five minutes. Raijin sat atop its floating corpse wringing water from his robes and cleaning his blade.
He'd sort of come to a conclusion of where he was... the park bench mural, with the octopus. Of course. She was gone. He was left alone to wonder if he was stuck here forever. Maybe he could eat crudely drawn fish for sustainence and hope she returned to bring him back out.
"KUSOOOOOO!" His voice echoed through the painting.
And then he was spat out once more, landing in a heap outside of the park bench. Standing quickly, he took stock. He was still alive, he'd killed a giant monster. He was down his most prized posession. The woman was gone. He pulled out his phone, and growled. It was soaked in paint. Useless.
She'd been fooled, after all. He had a strong feeling that she hadn't known exactly what she was getting into here. It may have come from all of those times she acted like she didn't know exactly what she was getting into here.
He proved his point by bull rushing her as soon as he appeared where he expected, and taking her to the ground and looking down at her with a tense expression... before they were suddenly swimming.
"HHHNNG- What?!" He took a moment to orient, he was in water? It didn't matter. She was right there, and she couldn't get away again. He swam toward her powerfully, growling as she was suddenly lifted from the water by a conveniently close tentacle.
She told him something that would make him less likely to die. He growled. "Don't give advice to your enemies, Kawai do-agh!" A Tentacle wrapped around him, and lifted him from the water, further away from her. Immediately he got to digging his sword into the slimy flesh.
He was then falling. With a splash, he was underwater, looking around a mess of strange, vibrant blue water at a series of simple fish doodles floating about. He met eyes with the great octopus, and looked to try and spot the cute thief once more.
He had to stop at one point, chasing her around the park growling at her quips.
@#$%, if only, if only. She was the perfect crazy ass babe to ride on the back of your motorcyle while you hit mailboxes with in highschool. She reminded him of his youth. He wanted to punch her so bad for being so promising, and yet still chosing to take his most precious posession. What an asshole.
"Feel honored. I Only give people names when I plan to either @#$%, or kill them." He charged at her again, and was hit by clarity mid-step. It was the symbols on the rings. He'd seen one on the way into the park. On the back of a bench. It had caught his eye, as he'd walked by it many times and it hadn't been there.
She was... using those to teleport. "If you tell them my name, no one will blame you for not wanting to cross me. I am Raijin, Yakuza thunder god!" His voice boomed out.
He was ready for the next time she popped in, as he'd began steering her toward that park bench... Waiting for her to pop in there.
The sword wielding Samurai would wait for her to disappear, and then turn to sprint over, jumping at where he figured she would appear once more.
She sure was quite calm, considering she was speaking to a man who had killed many trained combatants, and would kill her too if he got his hands on her. She appeared in another tree, He responded by flinging his wakizashi at her. With a pang, it would fall to the base of the tree after she disappeared. He would be upon it to collect the short sword.
Inspiration struck. He held on to it through gritted teeth as he looked over to her more distant appearance. A... work order? She was stealing it. She actually was an art thief. To her, the sword was art? It was an insult to what Muramasa had crafted them for, to call this piece art.
Though... she called it a work order. Someone else had sent her? "You are making a mistake... The sword you hold has taken many lives. Careful, or you will become one of its victims." He began to march toward her, hand held out.
"Return it now-" He paused as he looked down from one of her disappearing sites to see another plastic ring. It wasn't the same one, but it very well could have come from the same quarter machine.
"Kawaii Dorobo-chan... This can still end well. Do not push it further than it has gone already." Goddam... It was odd, how mad, and riled up he was at the same time. A woman who flirted with death with such a nonchalant attitude would normally have him over the moon. But she was flirting with HIS brand of death.
