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.
"Ah, yes. Silly of me to think otherwise." He waved about his mandibles curiously as he walked. He saw a particularly empty piece of hallway, and clicked silently a few times, depositing Frankie near a small crack in the wall with an inconspicuous flick of his outer shell. The bug quickly skittered on into the woodworks to go see what was on the menu in the kitchen, and maybe even find some people's hidden stashes.
She asked about his house visitors. "Ahh, you see, I was never inclined to answer the door; sooner or later they must have assumed my house was empty." He recalled that his mother had answered the door for them a few times to use his money to pay some sort of protection; she stopped that, of course, after her untimely and quite scrumptious demise. He recalled eying the forms of people leaving the great golden entrance and heading into his apartments for their rounds.
Mr. Samson eyed the training room as they entered, blinking a few times and chittering his maw in consideration. It was certainly an impressive piece of equipment; at least it looked rather high-techy. He set down the box neatly at his feet, and eyed it for a moment as she asked him to stick around.
"Well, I am certainly not lacking in time; Sure, as long as it is a safe one for myself. I do wonder, though... did I ever get your name?" Roach stepped back from the box, looking about the place with mild interest; if he decided to associate himself with this establishment, perhaps he would give this room a go; he wasn't much of a fighter, but he was rather curious.
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Mr. Samson seemed oblivious to Meld's dumbstruck reaction to his admiration. The one thing that struck him, though, was her question. His antennae jerked about sarcastically for a moment, and then he hopped to his feet, smacking a random passing stranger as he open his arms widely; the man ran off. He took a 50's New Yorker business man 'shark' tone as he continue.
"Why destroy something? I'd hate to sound repetitive, honey, but once again, why not?!" He stepped closer to her, reaching out a hand to touch her shoulder and try to huddle her in. "I dunno if you noticed, toots, but you and I? All you gotta do is look at us and you can tell we were born to raise hell." He turned away from her, speaking as if addressing an audience out in the other direction, projecting so that she could hear clearly as well. An old Asian lady was right in front of him, staring dumbstruck; he ignored her. " The world is a cauldron! And we-" He turned his body towards her just enough to let her see his face as he looked back. "We are the wicked witches born to stir it up!"
The roach paused thoughtfully, and then turned to address her. "Then again, by chance, this particular explosion does have a reason behind it. I gotta bone to pick with a group that kills living, breathing beings just cause they're different." He stepped in close once more. "Being different yourself, ya wouldn't mind lending a hand in their misfortune, would ya?" The spastic insect let out a wink of his big buggy eye to his new friend.
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"Yes, For some, taking the initiative is important. I go both ways; sometimes it is best to respond with your eyes and mind open." Mr.Samson twitched his antennae to the left and the right a few times as he spoke, thinking about snapping one off for some reason. He didn't, because that would be a horrible idea.
The giant cockroach popped his mouth three times as he considered his next move, and then took a thoughtful sip of his tea while using his smaller intermediate left hand to reach out and daintily pick up his pawn and move it to G6. The chess playing insect pause for a moment, his hand still resting on the piece as he set down his cup, stared at his hand for a moment, looked to his opponent, and then let it go as he listened to the man speak.
"You are right, It is not known as a city to relax in; and yet, here I am. You would think all of the chaos would keep someone of the edge of their seat, but it is where a being like myself thrives. Indeed, I am more at peace here, where most will avert their eyes, than in some grassy plain where a mob would be at my feet; I suppose that is why I chose to find a nice little coffee shop of no global importance to spend much of my time. It was just like me in that sense; passed upon by those with a more... wide spread ideal on what is enjoyable." The shelled creature leaned back, crossing his legs and folding all of his arms as one mused. "Your move, Mr. Antonesu."
((Did he say his name differently on purpose, or was it a typo? I wasn't sure))
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Our experienced and worldly protagonist, Mr. Samson had seen many things in his long and queer life, yet never had he seen something quite so odd. It seemed that this little bug had a will about her, similar to his own creations, but with something... more...
He felt her will upon himself; a nagging that he was sure any normal bug could not resist, and shrugged it off easily, tilting his head... Frankie did the same when she tried to force it on him, and clicked franticly in Gregory's ear. "Masterly, she says? How odd." He turned to the little bug. "I am afraid, little friend, that I have no master as of this time, and I intend not to have one at all before my time is up." He looked down at the hissing cockroach, and thought for a moment... He didn't see many roaches of this kind around here; he wondered briefly what she would taste like if he ate her. He found her too interesting to do that, though. The giant cockroach complied with her request, setting the little one down on a park bench.
"You are an odd one... I like odd, though. I tend to eat things that are too normal for my intellectual tastes, as they tend to be quite appeasing to my physical tastes." He nodded slowly, and sat at the bench, eying her. "What to do with you, though.... What to do..." He could throw her at something rather fast... No, that would only provide minimal amusement... Perhaps they could chat for a bit, then?
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Roach hefted up the box with little trouble, looking down at it in his arms and letting out a few curious clicks before turning to the woman who had directed him again.
"Training room? an odd accommodation for a sanctuary to have; Would it be behoove of me to ask you to show me the way?" Of course Gregory was aware that this was no mere hangout for down-on-your-luck mutants. Just a few weeks ago he had seen a cop slain right outside the front door; an axe to the gut, quite a way to go. Roach had wanted to skitter down and eat him right then and there, but his body had been quickly disposed of. It had been the motivation for much laughs, watching the news reports on the missing cop, presumed dead.
While the apparent violence about the place did pique his interest, it also brought about some concerns... If he got a job here, as was his aim, how long would it be before the police decided enough was enough and stormed the place... He would have to put his concern to words later.
"I live right across the street, you know... I see this place from my window, hear the knocks at my door... It was enough to make me wonder just what goes on behind the golden entrance."
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The Roach lightened up at the response. Clicking his clackers for a moment before he spoke. "Ahh, A controlled random move. Guided, yet not marred by a close and insistent hand! Most agreeable!" The Roach didn't give the man's hand another look, and returned his attention to the impatiently waiting chess board as he spoke.
"Open your hands, friend, I choose black! It suits me more, and I have it that you would prefer the first move anyways." He finished his tea in a measured sip, and then poured himself another cup. "I hope you aren't bothered, I did not bring another cup along with me; you would be hard pressed to find someone who enjoys tea in this city." He filled the cup to the brim, letting it steam for a moment before taking his first sip. "Personally, I enjoy coffee just as much, but I felt more in the mood for the good leaf this morning. It gets me in an intellectual mood."
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The woman turned around and confronted him, the squeed at the top of his buggy lungs, and then chittered excitedly like a surprised but elated child. Instead of running like one might, he scooted on in, looking her up and down. How had she seen him? Oh my, was that a looking glass on her tail? Magnificent! This creature was a work of art! A lovely toy of death! He spoke with a tint of awe in his voice.
"Why follow you? Why not?!" He reached up and emulated the human action of biting his bent finger in excitement as he hopped a little like a you tube kid getting an N64. "My dear I could not help but follow you. I find you simply... Enthralling!."He drooled a little, and sucked it up. Mr Samson then paused in mid thought, staring at her as he chattered his palps, and then, as if stuck by an epiphany, he started forward. "You and I must destroy something together! I have a noble cause to attend to, and now that I have seen you, It would be dreadful not to have you assist!" He clapped his hands together and clasped them, begging. "Oh you will, wont you? There exists a group of people who simply must die, and the help would be much appreciated!"
The Roach was on his knees, begging while still eying her with an active maw of mouth pieces moving about approvingly.
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The door opened, and the Roach froze in place, his eyes darting up to the person who had opened the door. He stared for a moment, and then slowly stood, clearing his throat before he spoke in a sophisticate accent.
"Eh, pardon my rudeness, miss; I seem to have moistened your door handle- I apologize. I am Gregory Samson, and I wish to speak to the lady or gentleman in charge of this establishment." He stepped on inside at the blunt invitation, reaching up to straighten his tie as he glanced around the place. He heard an exciting chittering from his shell- something about scrumptiousness in the immediate vicinity, and coughed to cover up the sound. "Excuse me." His eyes landed on the crate, being pushed by a woman who clearly was not physically able to lift it. He walked on up and placed at hand on it, speaking politely. " If I may lend a hand, madame." He waited for her permission to move the crate on his own, as was polite. The feverish clicking in his ear told him that this crate was the source of Frankie's desire; the giant roach fluttered his wings silently under his shell to jostle the little roach and shut him up.
He gave his equivalent of a polite smile to the woman, which was probably pretty scary to look at. The first thought our dear friend Mr. Samson's mind pertained to whether these women were fertile; which was the only real quality a male roach looked for in a mate. He pushed back the thought quickly, and decided not to ask on it; he had to make a good first impression, after all.
He was pretty confident that he would be able to lift the heavy crate, and was already planning to find it later where ever they threw it out to, and gobble up it's contents, which Frankie seemed rather excited about, so it had to be good eats.
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A few clacks came from the roaches mouth in response to the choice game. Interesting, indeed! "Ah, We'll make a game of it in itself, then!" He knew that the man just wanted him to pick a hand right off the bat, but he felt it might be more entertaining to draw it out a little. "Do you mind if I ask a question? Did you think about which hand to put which piece in, or did you just let it happen on its own?" It was a very important question; personally, Roach wouldn't have thought about it, but most people were not like him.
He looked the man up and down quickly as he waited for a response; he certainly was an odd being, that much could be deduced on sight. He was eccentric, filled with tics and quirks that normal people would associate with a psychopath. He wasn't crazy, though, merely different. He thought about eating a bucket of chalk and then coughing clouds for a day; that made him laugh a little.
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Mr. Samson looked around excitedly for someone to duel, but everywhere he walked, people were edging away and even running. How rude! He had half a mind to eat off all of their faces! Mmm.. Face. So chewy, yet so firm and yielding. "Someone to duel... Someone to duel." He didn't sound as enthused as he did before... Could it be that there was truly no one for this cowboy to face off with?!
"Someone to-" Clickity click click, "Pardon?" Click chippity "A what?" chipptiy clack clack. "oh dear... strange. Where was it, now?" Clack clack. "Well, I have nothing better to do." The giant cockroach shrugged, and lifted a foot, and hopped three times. He then stood, and looked over to Frankie again, and started clicking and popping at him. The little guy responded in the same tongue, and the Gregory nodded, reaching back to try and gently grasp the hissing cockroach on his back and pull it around so that he held it in his hand in front of his face to talk to it. He didn't mean any harm in the action, but Frankie had just explained the oddest thing, and he was looking for some answers. "Hold still then, partner. You and I gotta have some words."
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Roach returned the smile with what might be called his own; you really couldn't tell when Roach was smiling. "It is good to hone both, is it not?" As was his response to the man's first statement. The roach sat upright, reaching out carefully with his rather pointy fingers to shake the human looking man's hand without stabbing or cutting it.
"Gregory, It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Antonesu." The roaches eyes sparked with a caliber of joy when the work random came out. "Random... I enjoy random. I'll leave it up to you, good sir! I have not coin or dice to let fate decided, do you?" Roach returned his hand to hits default position on the tea cup, and waited to see what his new acquaintance either decided, or let something else decide. He personally didn't care either way if he went first or last; he didn't play chess to win, merely to think. Lobster... Lobster was a nice meal; he would have to kill and eat one soon.
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Roach let out a bemused click as he saw the gentleman approaching, and took another sip of tea before setting the cup down. This man wore a look of curiosity, rather than the normal fear or disgust; this was a welcome change from the norm. The man asked about a game, to which the cockroach replied in his well-practiced deep English accent.
"I have, indeed, been waiting for an opponent, but none in particular. If you'd like, you could be him. That is, unless you a preoccupied." Mr. Samson crossed his walking legs where he sat, gesturing for the man to sit as he reached over to his tea and brought it to his maw for another sip. He wondered briefly what would happen if you threw a cat into a pot of boiling water, or better yet, lava, and then rolled his large eyes in pleasure at the thought before dropping the cup to the table once more.
"Are introductions called for?" It was a polite way of asking in the man cared to give his name or not.
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Chess. A pass time for many intellectuals that had weathered the test of time and the scrutiny of countless eyes. To our friend, Mr. Samson, it was a means to level his thoughts for a moment; he indulged more thoughts of acting out his compulsions, rather than actually acting them out. Sometimes thinking of the little wicked things you wanted to do was better than doing them.
He clicked his palps thoughtfully, and eyed the people that passed his little table set out in the middle of the park. Thus far no one had come to challenge him; he thought it might have something to do with the fact that he was a giant cockroach wearing a bowler and a monocle, but with further consideration, he deduced the bowler and monocle had little to do with it. Oh well, though... someone would come; they always did, and he had his thermos and tea cup to occupy him while he waited.
He filled up the cup, too a sip, and relaxed in his chair, eyeing the fully set out chess board in front of him as he let his mind wander... How far could you throw a transient before the impact from landing actually killed them... He was sure the answer to that could change due to the situation; he would have to test it out to get a general answer some time, though.
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Sometimes our dear cowbug Roach just liked to go roaming with his pals. Out on the open plains of central park, life was tough, but rewarding. The giant Roach chewed thoughtfully on someone's pet dog as his Roaches gathered about him, making a chorus of chitter-chatters that were like music to his ears.
The Roach eyed the missing dog poster for the very dog he was snacking on, and most courteously wrote in sharpie on the poster, "Found, Was tasty." He spoke the words cheerfully as he wrote them. The cowboy then pulled off his Cowboy hat, and placed it against his chest, speaking in a spaghetti western accent. "A good dog is hard to come by, and boy was this dog good... He will be missed... But I'm sure I'll find another to eat later." He finished his meal, and threw the rest to his little friends, feeling Frankie scurry up his body and onto his shoulder. "I tell ya, Frankie-boy, this is the life." He placed the cowboy had back on his head, and looked about with his equivalent of a mischievous grin. "I've just got to thinking, partner... What is it that cowboys do best?"a Chitter-chitter came in response. "No! Cowboys have nothing to do with cows! Cowboys ride horses and duel people to the death!" His eyes darted about the open area before him... The park was rather empty, mostly because everyone was avoiding him...
He started walking again, feeling his flock of Roaches skitter up his body and into the safety of his shell. "Someone to duel.... someone to duel..."