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.
"Are you not the pillar of fire, Vida-San? The guiding light?" He chuckled, taunting him with the alternative interpretation of his words. "Maybe your god tells you you will burn? Burn others?" His hand rested on the pommel of his sword as he leaned back, and waved toward the counter.
Not being the type of place that gave table service, the Ronin's actions were completely ignored, as the place had a long line of grumpy people who hadn't had their coffee yet. "Hnnn... I do not like places like this. They forget the meaning of service." He turned back to Rex to see his face reflecting his emotions once again.
Good.
Rai leaned in, place his elbows on the table, and his head upon his clasped hands. "There we are. No veiled pretense. I need something. You give something." He smiled.
"This chain's been in... Trouble lately, did you see the news?" Those pauses, where he seemed to stop and consider his words at times... They added a sort of tension to his speech, though at the same time it seemed as though he were displaying that he had all of the time in the world; Like he was chasing you, walking while you ran and not falling behind. That, or it was indeed hard to find the right words, English being his second language.
"They have been shown to be... averse to hiring mutants. They are in hot water for it. Many protestors. Peaceful, so far. Until today. When an angry mutant... burns this location to the ground." He leaned back once more.
"That, or it's a mutant-caused electrical fire... I think, though, if we do it the second way... No one makes it out alive. Do you understand?" The subtext here was obvious, right? Rex knew there were those in leadership that wanted to see Mutants fail, die, or disappear as a whole.
Raijin had been tasked with stoking the fires, so to speak. Rex was here to by the tool that got the job done. In hindsight... It really had been odd that such a man would walk into a place so far off from his aesthetic, wasn't it?
SWOOSH! With all of the confidence of a clean cut from a man who had done this enough to be supremely good at it, Raijin stepped around the man quickly, grabbing his Wakizashi from his chest as the body fell to the ground. Quickly, he staked the long blade into the gravel, confident it wouldn't lose its impressive edge, and pulled out a cloth from his belt, wiping the blood away from his short sword.
With that tucked away in its Saya, he pulled the Katana and did the same, looking up only to pause as he realized that Leah was weeping. "... Nani... Takai-chan, were you hurt?" He slid the blade into its sheath and walked up to her, giving her a quick look over.
He didn't seem too worried, of course, considering she was still able to stand there, but she wasn't a fighter, and maybe she wasn't accustomed to pain. "He is dead, and will not hurt you any longer." He motioned to the rather large corpse.
It wasn't returning to its former form, so it looked as though... Harvey, was it? Harvey was going to need a very big casket.
His blade sunk in deep, but there was more flesh where that came from, and he was forced to retreat backwards. Not before he was able to give Leah a chance to roll out. She gave him a kiss on the cheek on the way out. That was some movie quality shit right there; who did that in moments when their life was in danger? Ten foot amazon princesses, it seemed.
Still, he gave a short nod as he felt her ward fall into place, and she hurried behind him. Now he was double protected, which was good, because the giant beast spun in place and roared, swinging two giant fists down at them.
He stepped forward, lifting his ward, which the who meaty appendages collided with, sending a shocking jolt through the purple man as it shattered with a bright flash. There was a surprized yelp and then the sound of blade wrending flesh and Raijin stepped in and spun into a series of slashes that removed all of the fingers from one of the giant hands.
In shock, the giant lashed out, smacking into Leah's ward and getting soaked up just as the confident Ronin turned and came down with a slash that lopped off Harvey's thick, muscly arm just after the elbow. Once of momentum changed in a fight like this, it wasn't hard to keep it going.
While the big man reeled back, Raijin stepped in, and past, sending his short sword in between his ribs, and letting it go so he could slash the back of his leg behind the knee to cause the giant to collapse. Now behind him as he labored to breath, the swordsman grasped the blade tightly in both hands, and prepared to swing to behead the hulking figure.
He'd known fairly early on that Leah was not a fighter. She was not posessing of the killer instinct he looked for in an opponent. What she had instead, was allure, and energy. These were tools more adapted to her trade. His were more adapted to his own.
This was why he was acutely aware that the risk to her life in this instance was severe. He needed to get ot her quickly. Apparently, the big purple man knew this as well, so he threw her onto the roof. "KSUH!" He exclaimed as she sailed through the air. She'd cast a ward, so she would survive, but the big man climbed after her as well.
He had his own opponent to worry about. A steady stream of barely coordinated attacks flew his way, and he deflected them skillfully, dancing around as his foe tried desperately to eviscerate him. "You have strength, and speed, monster!" He'd managed to move the fight in a circle, and back himself into the position he'd been hoping for. The blade monster had no idea he was being drawn in such a way, but it didn't even get a chance to realize before Raijin spin-stepped back, grabbed his short blade from the head of the slumped flamethrower, and parried with it instead of his long sword, using the opening from the first to lop off the arm that had attacked.
Before the creature even came into full relization of the first wound, he blocked three more successive striked and removed a limb each time before cleanly cutting its throat wide open. "But you lack skill, and discipline."
He quickly sheathed both blades and turned to hurry up the fire escape as his opponent sunk to his reversed legs and expired clawing at his destroyed throat.
Leaping up multiple steps at a time, he zigzagged up even as another strike rocked the whole building a little. Time was short. He made it to the top of the escape, and vaulted up the maintenance ladder to the roof as quickly as he could, pulling his longsword and diving forward to drive it into the heel of the now rather large purple man as he reared up for another strike.
He had to get in before Leah was a smear among the roof gravel. While he did so, he had the presence of mind to use his short sword to draw out a sigil as well.
Things were apparently going a bit dicey for Leah as well. By the time he poked his head in, she was being struck by him, her ward being dismissed by the powerful blow. This wasn't good. His swords were still peace tied. He started fiddling at the tie as the man swung again. He spotted the strike's trajectory, and ducked his head back out the door, stepping back with his hands on his weapons as the metal bent in.
His eyes glinted with a hint of thrill as he realized there was a powerful opponent on the other side of that door. He hurried with the Peace ties again, hearing the wail of despair from the giant and rolling his eyes as the room was suddenly illuminated by flame.
There was a burning man walking down the hall. His grin widened. A crawling man covered in bladed arms skittered across the ceiling. His booming laugh rang through the hall and out the door. "YYYEES! COME AT ME!"
His blades were free. He drew both of them in a flash, and immediately stepped forward toward the burning man, pausing as he saw him rear back with his arms and prepare some sort of attack. Quickly he drew out his seal with his longsword, and placed up his lightning barrier.
With a blast, he was thrown out through the dented door, barrier shattering and taking the heat and most of the percussion along with it. Rolling to his feet alongside the fallen, and now twisted door, Raijin Guffawed, wiping blood from his brow as he slid to the side of the door, out of view of the flaming man as he sent another gout of flames into the alley.
"Takai-Chan, Try not to die, I will deal with this first!" The blade monster came out first, crawling out of the now open door and heading up the wall. Raijin kept an eye on him, drawing out a new seal and placing it over head for now.
The flame man was out next, and Raijin didn't waste time as he rounded the corner, allowing blade monster to jump down and strike his sheild while he dove forward and low under a burst of flame to come up with his blade and lop off a burning hand at the wrist.
A scream of pain echoed from the alley as he rolled past again, coming to his feet as the injured man's flames expanded out in all directions. He wasn't controlling them any longer, too busy falling to his knees and clutching his stump. Meanwhile the blade monster was recovering on the ground after striking his seal and getting a shock in response.
The Ronin had a precious moment to switch grips on his short sword, and spear it toward the pained flaming man.
THUK! His screams were suddenly quieted as a length of steel sunk into the side of his head, and his flames went out as he slumped to the ground.
The creature launched itself at him and there was a stream of clanks and clinks as he blocked, stepped back, and kept the many whirling blades at parrying range. "Yes! Come at me with the ferocity of a beast! One moment Takai-Chan! I will be there soon!"
Raijin had no idea who Christopher Walken was. He stared quietly as the man turned toward a bnearby security camera and started talking as if he had an audience.
No one was going to see those tapes. For now, though, it didn't matter. All that mattered was the fight in front of him. The Ronin placed the tip of his sword on the shield crest, and readied himself. His weight shifted to the balls of his feet as the green demon hurried to go pick up a random brick of gold. With his hand tongues. There was a lot to unpack here.
This place had a pallet of gold bricks in it? Jesus, that had to be some sort of shady business. Was this a Mob-run bank? The average bank didn't have bars of gold laying around, for sure.
Also. Hand Tongues. He wanted to cut them. They looked so cuttable. The Gold bar was sent sailing his way, and considering a gold bar weighed around 25 pounds, it was quite a feat to fling it his way. Also, easy enough to sidestep by a skilled martial opponent such as himself. "Akuma-San! You will have to strike with more conviction if you want to make it out of this... alive!"
Midori no Akuma was already moving up the wall, displaying another of his skills. Amazing. He was going to run up the wall and fling himself down at him! Yes! He bared his teeth in excitement as his opponent made his way above, shifting his golden crest above his head to prepare for the incoming attack!
Which was sand. His excited expression shifted to confusion to anger as the sand particles gathered on the solid barrier of magic. "Trickery!"
He notices the man's goal as soon as he started making his way toward the destroyed wall. "KSUH!" He curse as he darted forward, albeit a little slower than the rather fast green man. He would resort to flinging his wakizashi with the barrier still at its tip, in the way of the exit. Once the crest stopped in place, the blade clattered to the floor.
"Find your death with pride!" He was down one sword, but that didn't bother him too much. Both hands gripped the katana as he began to draw out another barrier.
"Unless you have learned to travel in time... I see no point in worrying about such things. You cannot take it back, and it is a cowards path, to choose to forget." Wishful thinking was this man's forte, it seemed. Religion was a good fit after all.
Still, he was showing some spine. Standing his ground. Raijin smiled again. He felt it just then. The tension in the conversation, like a blade awaiting flight from its sheath. Like a predator awaiting the perfect opportunity to pounce his subtly prepared to move, a set of tensing and relaxation of specific muscle groups that only a trained eye would catch.
This could be the moment before he sent this man's head spinning from his shoulders.
Still, he sat, seemingly calm and relaxed. "Vida-San... You summon flames by quoting scripture... It seems as though... God will not have any mercy for you."
Raijin's head slowly tilted as Rex leaned in; he quietly calculated the angle and range for a quick kill. He spoke as if he were going to repeat his little biblical incantation, there was that thrilling moment of being about to act upon the tension filling the space between them before he was shut down.
Of course. He wasn't going to do it. Right. He was a coward.
"Ah, so you will lead us to salvation, Vida-San... How will you do that, while trying to deny you ever were involved?
He shrugged, and leaned back after the last statement. "I do not care. Not to teach you. Not to give you any riches. You already have what you have taken. Pay with action, or pay with blood. Your choice, Vida-san. I can not say I mind either way... at this point."
They really couldn't be more different in juxtaposition, the stiff, modern man sat across the loose Samurai out of time. Still, Raijin's ability to make others pale at a glance if they stared too long only needed to be used a couple of times before people reverted to their usual New Yorker ways and ceased paying attentino to them at all.
"Ours. Vida-San, it's our cult. You have taken just as much as I." He stared at the man for a long few seconds, and shifted to get comfortable in his seat again. "I find the concept evil to be largely... subjective. One man wants, the other man has, that man is evil until he gives it to the other man or dies. Many attempts to justify this over time have not proven to me otherwise."
This man. Reeked. Of religion. Not the harmless type, either. He spoke of his sins coming to find him. Raijin frowned for the first time "I have come. As a result of your actions. It is interesting, while I am not familiar with your tern, your vocabulary mimics many who would not... What was it? Suffer a witch... to live."
He smiled again. "I, on the... other hand. I do not want to see you die. I have been sent to see you pay your dues. And to find out more about why you left."
In his mind, he'd mulled over countless scenarios, possibilities. A deadly touch? Perhaps short ranged projectiles that really packed a punch? Telekinetic waves?
All of the potential skillsets he could encounter in this foe had him ready to pounce imediately. Unfortunately, someone else pounced first, and pounce they very much did. Raijin's serious expression turned into a grin as someone fell from the sky, Or rather, flew?
Either way, he fell some distance and landed as if it weren't an issue, and followed the bank robber in confidently. Another hunter was on the scene. Raijin hurried further, fueled by his drive for a real challenge; after all, hunters made the best prey. He had to catch him while he was still inside, if he was a flier; he didn't want his newest prey escaping into the sky, after all.
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The Nice-Aid Man, or rather Wonder Wall, wasn't very happy with getting a big ol stick thrown at his head. He would make the strange green man pay! He hurried toward the nearest wall to touch it and do... something?
He wasn't sure. He was less sure what he would do when he saw his arm fall from his elbow while he reached. What? Why was the room suddenly flipping around all funn-
By the time Cheshire turned to throw, Wonder Wall's head hit the ground. Raijin stepped back from his victim, taken apart with two clean swipes of his Katana, and turned to face the green man.
"Good, you are ready for combat. Fight with all your might, Midori No Akuma- San." The short sword slid from its sheath, and with a crackling, its tip lit up with electricity. Quickly, the sparking blade was used to draw out a well practiced sigil in the air, leaving it lingering there.
The statement drew a head tilt from the man with his arm wrapped around our would-be do gooder. "A man does not become another man. When one makes a choice, one must... live with the consequences of their choice. In this case... You took something, and the expectation, was that you would give back." He squeezed the man's shoulder. "You understand. You have not given back yet. You will."
After the tense little bout of words, the Japanese man guided Rex, not to a quiet back alley or a dark dockside, but rather to a rather crowded coffee shop. It was a chain out of seattle, with a wide eyed merman clutching his fins as its sign. He found them a place to sit... he did this by picking a seat, and starting to sit, even though there were other people there already, simply using his free hand to push one of the men out of the way.
After standing there confused for a moment, the group of four wandered off. "Like my choice of a place to sit? Here, you cannot use your powers without making quite a scene." He let him have his own seat, sitting across from him at a small table. Raijin had, of course, taken then seat closer to the door.
"Now! Vida San! Tell me.... Why did you leave?" He settled into his seat, smiling innocently, his posture that of someone catching up with an old friend.
The one on his left didn't take too kindly to being touched. So many people with such touchy feelings about being touchy feely in this country. The big man tried to toss him off, and before he knew it he found himself on the ground, the victim of a prefectly executed Judo throw.
Dusting himself off, Raijin leaned down and placed a hand on the man's shoulder. "Oy oy oy! Looks like yeh had a bit of a fall... Too much to drink, friend?"
The other muscle man turned toward them, trying to work out exactly what happened as the first one tried to recover from the shock of being flung to the floor so forcefully. Rai looked up to see Leah bouncing the man out the back door. Eh, she'd be fine. He seemed like a push over.
He reached down to help the man up, who pushed him off again, warranting a grab of the wrist and a downward pull and sent his jaw into the ground firmly. Goon number two had a better idea that they were being attacked by now. He went for a haymaker, and Raijin stepped into the wide strike, placing his shoulder against the man's armpit, and leaning forward while grabbing the arm and leaning forward to assist his momentum in throwing him into his friend.
"Hmmmm, both of you can't hold your liquor!" He stated firmly as he crossed his arms. The first one was climbing to his feet with the help of his friend. Rai was already bored of this. These guys were disappointing. He started walking toward the back door.
Maybe Leah was having more fun? He strode through the club, following her path, and poking his head out to see what he would see. He didn't way too much mind to the two slighly beat up men following him back. He would deal with them soon enough.
Raijin was gaving a good time. The green haired girl was dancing. He liked that one. Maybe a potential future tickmark? He tended to be picky, though. His second drink arrived before he noticed something was a bit off. First off, some guy kept reaching for her, an throwing money about.
That wasn't so unusual in a place like this, but her subtle reactions weren't the type most often associated with having money thrown at you. He was good at reading those sort of things; it came with years of mental war with people he planned to kill. You learned to watch someone, know when they are planning to attack, run... when they are in fight or flight.
She was.
He leaned back, and took a sip of his drink. Wasn't any of his damn business, and the guy didn't look like he would be a good fight, either. People with a lot of money rarely were.
The ronin leaned on his hand and watched boredly as the predictable appearance of Leah on the scene began to sort things out. He absolutely stared at her posterior as she made her way down the stairs. As were the green haired dancer was the type to make her way on and off of his potential conquest list, the tall woman had landed square on it the first time he'd seen her. Yes, that was it. Force of personality, presence. It got him going.
These thoughts were getting him riled up. Resting time was over. He stood up abruptly, just as two rather large men did the same not too far off.
Ohhh... hello friends. As they started to make their way toward Leah and the man with the cash, Raijin approached from behind, throwing his arms around each of the two men's shoulders. "Hello my new friends! You two look like... you are headed for a party! May I join?" He smiled widely, the scent of rice wine playing heavily on his breath.
His swords were peace tied, one of the few concessions he'd made to get into this place the many times he'd visited. Looking at these men, he was fairly certain they weren't worth of the blades anyway.
Such defiance. "My cult? Vida-San... It is our cult, isn't it?" He said he wouldn't reaveal their secrets. What did Rai care about that? He wasn't here to make sure this man didn't talk. He was here to make sure he either came back, or wasn't able to talk. Those weren't one in the same.
"Friend... I don't recall saying... I am worried! We are just two old buddies talking, after all! No secrets here."
He secured his arm around the man's shoulder, and gave it a little squeeze. "Oh now, I think you do drink... Or you did. You drank of something sacred, did you not? And now... you just want to walk away. They don't like that, Vida-San. They send me to handle what they don't like." He leaned his head over to the side toward the other man's head, muttering. "Think... about how quickly you can summon your fire. And how quickly I could use my free hand.... To pull this shorter sword, and cut your throat. Which is faster? Are you? I am willing to find out. I love a challenge."
He smiled again. "Or we could talk! Catch up! Make plans for your triumphant return!" His grip on the shoulder would remain firm. Not so tight that he didn't remain spry and flexible in order to respond to movement, but not so loose that he could be easily pulled away from.
He started to walk forward, aiming to steer the other man somewhere, his spare hand resting on the hilt of his Wakizashi.
What sort of trouble could someone get into in down town New York City at 1am? Oh, all sorts. Just not this second, apparently. Raijin's expression was beginning to sour.
That is... Until he heard a big boom. Intense eyes shot toward the sound as he turned toward it. Further down town. The car alarm accompanying made it easier to zero in on the exact direction. With nothing better to do, he headed that way.
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"WOOOOOO! Yeah!" The voice of a young man yelled out as he Nitefort danced around in place before stepping back to view his handiwork. Look at that! This M stuff sure was neat! One pill, and he could make walls explode! It had been a bit louder than he'd thought, but he sure didn't mind that little side effect; not when it came along with opening up the side of the bank vault he'd been trying to break in to!
He cackled as he whooped a few more times, and headed into the open side of the bank to gather his loot.
"Ohhh man! The guys are gonna freak when they see this! What do I call myself... THE WALLENATOR! no- THE DEBARIERATER! No... The Nice-Aid Man! YEAHH! He'd always busting through walls!" You know, Nice-aid... The fun punch powder drink with 69 ingredients!
It wasn't long before the Nice-Aid Man, NYC's newest villain, walked out of the bank with a comically large money bag.
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"Hmmmmmmm?" The humm of the questioning sound came from his mouth as he stepped to the mouth of an alley in order to see the silhouette of the younger man outside of the bank. Had he opened that wall up like that? Teeth gritted together with excitement. It had been a while since he'd encountered a worthy opponent. Could this be another?
He took a step toward the bank, and his newest prey.
The initial question was only answered with that same smile as he took in the slightly taller man's expression. Confusion. He really didn't recognise him. Slightly insulting, as he was hard to miss. Then again, he'd never introduced himself, and had mostly just sat in the corner for all of the meetings.
His own expression remained the same as his fellow wizard's shifted to recognition. "See! You do remember me!" He patted him once more, and then leaned in again. "Careful though, friend. Uttering such a word in public is dangerous these days." He nodded.
Being brushed away, his hand moved in a neat loop, aiming to find its way on his shoulder once more. "Shame! We could settle down with some Sake, you and I. Talk about old memories."
He was told to have a good day. As he did, he would do one of two things. If his hand had been allowed to rest on the shoulder once more, he would simply close his fist to grip his clothing and not let him leave. If that wasn't the case, he would step forward and loop his arm around the taller man's shoulder.
"Vidales San... One does not simply leave the well after drinking of it! No, as old friends, I really must insist we have a talk!" He wasn't leaving this man's bubble. For one, he needed to be close enough to cut him wide open the second he tried to cast a spell. For two... Wait, there was no number two.
