The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
The incredible Mr. Samson clicked his mandibles in agreement to her statements, fluttering his wings as he saw her smile widely."Atta girl! Now ya look dangerous. I like you, Meld, You've got moxy, pizazz, great heeps of chutzpah! Come, come, we gotta job ta do!" On he went. They finally came to the street across from their destination.... Ralphs...
He stopped mid side-walk and turned to view the place for a moment... It was a simple structure, but it's visage filled the giant bug with a tempered sort of rage; the kinda that made you hatch plans rather than throw hooks. Mr. Samson had done just that, and his eggs were looking to hatch in a very meaningful sense. "No paint... We'll hafta improvise... Sugar, I gotta plan that I think you'll love... First off, we go into the alley between the target and that barber shop... We climb above the back door and knock... You will yank em out and... acquire some red paint from them." He'd gotten the feeling that she had been maybe just a bit disappointed that he wouldn't get the chance to kill someone in a more personal sense; this would fix that, and give them something to ink the message with.
"After you finish, you will pain the message while I climb on up to the top and smash the windows, depositing the... eh... fireworks... After that's done, I'll hop down, my identity protected by my coat, and block the front door. Then, we vanish, and maybe have some coffee or tea later to wind down and watch the breaking news on the tube... howsat sound?" He placed his big set of arms on his hips as he waited for an answer, still looking out of the building... if this went right they would get out of this without being identifiable.
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"What a kind thing to say, Mr. Antonescu, I dare say you seem to be quite an upstanding gentleman yourself. " Mr Samson reached down to the board and moved his knight to h6 as well, taking the bishop that had struck down his own.
"I agree. The world becomes a lonely place when you cease to see people beyond their uses. One might argue that a chess piece is very similar to a human being. It has its uses, it has a purpose, and it can be manipulated in order to achieve the goal of another."
He contemplated the thought for a moment, and then looked down to the white bishop laying on the table, having been discarded. He got the urge to chew on it, but mused instead. "Imagine if my knight and bishop were brothers. When your bishop took my own, would you find it reasonable for him to kill the bishop without thinking of the tactical advantages involved? In other words, what are your thoughts on revenge?"
The giant bug grabbed his thermos and filled his tea cup once more, emptying the container into the small cup. He didn't sip just yet, and instead placed the cup to the side, crossing his legs, folding his middle arms, and placing his main hands on the table.
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Mr. Samson tilted his head in to listen to Frankie as the little roach chittered away in his ear. He nodded slowly, looking down to the bug once more. "It would be rather rude of me to eat you, wouldn't it? I would probably feel pretty bad about it afterward. That wouldn't stop me from eating you, mind you... regret is only ever felt after the fact." He nodded again, and then paused as the little beings shell began to ripple.
He stepped back a little, his antennae twitching about erratically in interest, causing his cowboy hat to shuffle around on his head. The giant insect then saw something that piqued his interest. The single bug before him became two, and then more, until she was a great mass of insects. Mr. Samson couldn't help but clap at the tick. "Weeeeew~ee That's a good trick right there!" Keeping up with the cowboy theme, his little arms mimicked shooting guns up in the air.
Frankie then began speaking to him once more... He clicked back a few times, and then clacked his mandibles a few times. "Oh, me? Surf? I could never! but.... "He got a devious tone in his voice as he rubbed his hands together, and turned to look at an unsuspecting dog watcher. "Could you.... surf him into a tree?"
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The giant roach stood slowly, stepping upon a retreating spider as he wandered to the door. He took a good moment to kneel and survey the after affects of the battle... Ten roaches were dead, two more dieing... He mourned silently, and then tapped his shell, allowing his now grizzled war veteran roaches to crawl up into his shell.
Frankie made his way up to his shoulder, and clicked frustratedly in his ear. He responded in a calm tone. "Yes, I saw, my friend... I do believe I know the source as well.. Shall we check it out?" Mr. Samson stood to his full height once again, turning to tip his hat to the old lady on the way out... She was just confused about the whole thing, having not seen any of it with her bad eyes.
Gregory pondered the many torturous acts he might commit toward a certain someone as he stepped through the door, and then casually strolled her way. He could eat her... That might be a little light of a punishment, though... Maybe torture first, then eat... either way, he needed to get her out of the public eye first.
"Greetings, Miss... You wouldn't happen to be the source of the many spiders that flooded the establishment behind me, would you?" He already knew the answer, he'd seen her shake the critters from her coat... He blinked as he eyed the many sores on her... Skin condition? It didn't matter, it all went well with a side of fava beans and a nice chianti.
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((Bugs have the equivalent of a spinal cord, it just isn't encased in bone, nor is it quite the same. I don't see why she couldn't do anything with his that she could do to others, but his might take some getting used to. You can play it any way you want. It's up to you, really ))
She gave him an odd look in response to the party comment, and he let the subject drop there. Clearly she didn't mean for the roasting to be entertaining.
Mr. Samson was in quite a predicament. The scent of the spoiled, moldy hot dogs drifted lazily across his smellers. Coupled with the signature smell of burning, the giant b-movie terror found them quite appealing. This, however, was the least of his worries at the moment.
She asked him his name. He had given it at the door in a volume clearly loud enough for her to register it. In his mind, however, this did not register as a failure on her part, but rather one on his own. He was not appealing enough to her. She obviously had more important things on her mind. That was good for her, but it might be bad news for him.
Worries aside, he would reintroduce himself, showing no signs of these thoughts. "My name is Gregory Samson, Mrs. Faust. Faust... There wouldn't be any relation to the nearby Faust Pharmaceuticals, would there? Yes... Your name rings bells, doesn't it?" Our Mr. Samson had the sudden feeling that he needn't go any further when looking for the person in charge. He dropped the accent, speaking in his normal, deep intellectual tone."While it is true that this place is a beacon of hope for many of the needy of our kind. I am neither hopeless nor am I needy. I want something more, Mrs. Faust, than hope. I want results. I want change, and I don't want to sit and watch it from afar. I want to make things change." He focused on her, the yearning for the now spewing hot dog now shoved violently to the back of his mind as he spoke at a measured pace.
"So rather than merely say I want to get involved, perhaps I should ask you... Have I come to the right place?" Perhaps that would get her interested in him.
((Oh yes! And his normal voice sounds like this- XD))
The Kafka-esque cockroach chitter-chattered in glee as the situation got more and more agreeable. Indeed, Mr. Samson could already tell this day was going to be monumental from this moment on. He winked a big buggy eye at her as she addressed his violent thoughts. Continuing with the 50's go-getter theme, he spoke quickly, decisively. It was like every sentence was the last in an energetic business deal. "Don't sweat it, toots, I get thoughts like that all of the time! Brilliant thoughts of death and destruction, but I know ya gotta stay your hand if they are counterproductive to your main goal, so I don't act on them!"
He tilted his head in just a little, speaking lowly. "But I can read between the lines there as well. Don't worry your pretty head, hunny, you and I are gonna be pals, I can see it now!" He broad casted the last part to the streets, making a grandiose gesture about it. He then walked onward, listening to her speak on the particulars. "I like the way you think, sweety, but you gotta look at the big picture. If you kill all of them, sure they're dead, but what does that mean? Just that, they are out of the picture, nothing more. No, this isn't just a killing, darling, this is a message! We gotta show em that it isn't safe to kill those that aren't like you!" He stopped in his tracks, and turned to her, waving her in. "I've just had a brilliant idea; an epiphany, if you will. We paint a message on the first wall the survivors will see on their way out... Big and red..." He made a sweeping motion with his hand, aiming it across a wall as if the message were already there as an example. "'Murder begets murder.'... Yeah... Priceless..." He nodded. "And we won't stick around... We'll toss em in... from the top, get out on the anon. Maybe we can seal off the front door so they will run out the back and see the message for sure..." He clapped all of his hands excitedly, and waited for her two cents. "I'm sure you can clime walls no problem with that kinda hardware, right?"
His new friend eyed his grassy action with an appropriate reaction, and Mr Sanson nodded in agreement. "You are right, that was quite a silly thing to do." He lifted his hat and brushed the clump of grass from his head, placing the hat back on it's home once more. His eyes lightened up at little as the man mentioned having commanded troops. A military man? He wouldn't have expected; he didn't seem so straight laced.
"I see... You don't mind a wretched creature such as myself inquiring about the past of the man sitting across from him, do you?" Mr. Samson paused for a moment, twitched his antennae, and then shook his head. "On second thought, I believe I will save questions of that sort for later. I find your comment on revalutation rather interesting... Pardon the prying, but you have me quite intrigued. What product of the mind has your new evaluation fathered?" He spoke while switching his eyes from the board to his opponent, finally moving his pawn to c-6 with his secondary right hand while finishing his statement.
Not to ignore his beverage, he took a short sip, and then eyed a passing dog hungrily... He was feeling a bit peckish, but it could wait; he has something more compelling to attend to. He got into the action of cleaning his antennae as he waited for the next move, curving them in, and then running his hands down their length to remove anything that might be clinging to them.
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Mr. Samson wasn't pleased... He watched as some of his cousins fell to the eight legged enemies with a great wave of distaste... The owners had retreated, having seen the mark of the black widow. Roach gritted his mandibles in frustration, taking the last sip of his coffee, and then smooshing a black widow with his thumb... He wasn't at all afraid of the poisonous bugs; there was no way they were going to be able to bite through his carapace.
He slowly rolled up his news paper with his middle hands, and whapped a small spider was what scurrying across his table. This was bothersome. The giant bug looked down at his wrist watch, wondering what was taking Frankie so long; the roaches were beginning to have trouble holding the line.
As if he were just waiting for Roach to have the thought, Frankie arrived with fifteen large cockroaches in toe, coming around front, and attacking the main spider force from behind. Mr. Samson eyed a spider trying to get onto the main counter, and tutted aloud, throwing his coffee cup at it... He missed, but one of the owners got it with a broom.
"Ahh, Thomas, If you may avoid getting mixed up in this for now, that would be splendid, I do not wish to witness you harming one of my cousins, as I would feel dreadful if I ate you. Simply dreadful." The man's eyes went wide,and he backed away, clenching his broom to his chest.
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Roach tilted his head as a young woman entered the shop, and eyed him. She seemed curious, which made him feel curious as well.. Most people ran as if enamored by his great looks, or screamed, which prompted him to eat them...
She simply looked interested. He sat down his news paper, and took a long gulp of hot coffee, causing his antennae to spike up as he waited for his mouth to cool down... She ordered her drink, tried to hit on the server, which made Roach cackle under his breath little, and then took her coffee and left. Mr.Samson frowned at the briefness of the whole ordeal; surely there had to be something more interesting to this situation than that? He looked out the window to watch her leave, and tilted his head at the odd sight that greeted his buggy eyes.
She was shaking something out of her sweater rather casually... it looked like a bunch of creepy crawlers... they were coming this way... The roach blinked a few times, and looked down at the floor, suddenly noticing the army of spiders headed towards the front desk. He clattered excitedly, and did some mental math... spiders were coming from her, and attacking the shop?! he had to stop it, or else he would have to find a new establishment, and that wouldn't do at all!
He clickitity clacked some well thought out words to Frankie in his shell and then opened his wings wide enough to let out his cousins. A swarm of large roaches flew from him, ambushing the first wave of spiders from above. Frankie, haven already given his orders, skittered off to go get reinforcements. Roach watched from his seat, taking another sip of coffee... He wondered briefly how this was happening... perhaps the woman was a mutant who controlled animals? Maybe just spiders... it didn't matter, though... the war had started; he would win!
The roaches had gotten the jump on the spiders, and had taken out at least a fourth of them before the advantage of surprise wore off... As Frankie had previously ordered, the roach army formed a line in between the spiders and the counter.
The owners were beginning to notice what was going on, but as of that moment they were just confused. The old lady was just humming and sipping her coffee.
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"Pleasure to meet you." Roach's little arms started playing thumb wars against each other as he reached out and shook the woman's hand grasping it gently in his hard chitinous appendage. Since he had a central nervous system just like any complex being, her powers might work, though the subtle differences might make it seem odd, like driving a motorcycle when you normally rode a bike. He tilted his head slowly as he watched her wipe her hands on her pants, and repeated the movement with his own hand, wiping his hand on his shell. Perhaps it was some off custom here? A secret hand shake? Surely she wasn't repulsed by his unending sexiness... or... was that it? He was too sexy?! Oh my, what a predicament!
He looked about worriedly, but hit a mental brick wall the second the crate popped open... He took one whif, two wifs, and then tuned, staring at the spoiled hot dogs with wide open eyes... They looked.... irresistible. He wanted to dive on them and gobble them all up! But the woman was here... His eyes slowly moved to her as she leaned down to touch one, and it started cooking. He stood stone still... He was at a loss for words... First off, there was food, and he couldn't eat it. Second off, she was a toaster. A human Toaster... He got the urge to make her stand on his head and wear her like a hat. A toaster woman hat... he would be even sexier. He decided against it. Clearly he was too sexy already.
"Oh my... That is certainly interesting... You would do well at parties." He nodded slowly, and then paused, recalling suddenly why he was here. "Oh, Ms. Faust! could you, per chance, show me to the owner of this establishment? I wish to... get involved."
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A musing Mr. Samson sat alone at a table in his favorite Coffee shop down town. It was a small place, run by two men who were very much in love with each other. Roach found them to be rather enjoyable; they didn't scream when they saw him, and they were proficient at small talk while they prepared his coffee. Not a lot of people came here ,but the streets were busy, so he could just look out the window and watch while he let his mind wander.
Puppies vs Scorpions. would it be better to swim in maple syrup or caramel? Who is John Jacob Jinglehymershmidt? He let out a long, contented sigh, and lifted up his newspaper with his middle hands, reaching around and grasping his coffee with his left big arm to take a sip. Ahh, black, ten scoops of sugar; just how he liked it. He lowered his paper as someone walked in; an old lady who was a regular like him, he tipped his hat with his only free hand, and she squinted in his direction; she was blind as a bat. "Gladys." She smiled and nodded. "Gregory." And then she went off to order her coffee...
The giant bug smiled the best a bug could, and went back to looking out the window; oh what a peaceful day it was. He reached down to the table and picked up a chunk of cupcake, passing it down into his shell so his many cousins could share it. They tore it apart quickly and feasted. Such a peaceful day...
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The magnificent Mr. Samson smiled a smile that would make a pit bull whimper as he heard Meld's response. He knew right away that he'd gotten her attention; though she seemed tense.
She told him about the whole stabbing him in the neck deal, and he responded with a coy. "You and I are alike, toots, y'see I wanted to bite your nose off the whole time; we both wanted to cause serious harm to each other, and we both didn't. Destiny." He cackled loudly, paused, kicked a random rock into traffic, causing a car to swerve dangerously, and then looked back to Meld. "I'm Gregory, but you, you're the bees knees, so I'll let ya call me Roach!"
He stepped just a little closer, almost putting his hand on her shoulder, but stopping himself short, nodding a little, twiddling the fingers on his middle arms, and dropping the arm back to his side. "The destination is on fourth and rockner, just a few blocks away... It's a group of people who are paid to... gas my friends... Evil men... They killed Richard and Smokey... Oh how I will miss them... Both only three years old... Almost got Frankie, too, but he escaped." Sure, he omitted the fact that Richard and Smokey were both cockroaches, but he was sure that wasn't important.
The giant bug turned and started walking toward their destination. "I've got five pipe bombs-" a random lady looked up, and he winked and clicked his cheek at her as they passed."- both on fifteen second fuses. We should be able to throw them through the front door from afar, and make it clean and easy. We can get out without anyone knowin what hit em." His middle arms got busy preparing buttoning up his coat and preparing the bombs as they walked... Having four arms certainly had it's perks.
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Gregory caught the slight, though well hidden eying of the lovely decorations on his forehead. He thought it humorous more than anything else; many people who were visible mutants felt offended then others pointed out their appearance in any way... Mr. Samson was quite the opposite; the liked how he looked. He was, quite possibly, the sexiest insect in the universe in his mind. In inverse, he really couldn't care less what another being looked like; it only mattered how entertaining they were, or how they tasted.
He let his mandibles hang open as Hunter spoke, and nodded slowly. "Yes, and I would be without a companion to enjoy the game with." The bug eyed the chess board for a moment, reached a hand down to pull up some grass, lifted up his hat, deposited the clump of grass onto his head, plopped the hat back down, and then moved his bishop to H6.
"Tell me, friend, where this game played with real people, could you make the sacrifices one often does in chess? I have yet to see a game won without a piece lost on both sides."
He spoke as if he hadn't done anything out of the ordinary; he only blinked three times as he waited for Hunter to respond.
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