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.
>>”Careful. I’m a god, and not a trickster at that. I will not take advantage of our pact. You have my word on that.”
And he might just be dumb enough to actually mean that.
>>”I have fought in more wars than I care to remember before I was a god, since then I have fought in more. I am very capable of killing. My masters will always come first! Always! However, putting yourself in a situation to test the limits of that... well... I have removed my blessing before. Why I have the rules now.”
Okay, so master rule trumped innocents rule. That was good to know. Surprising, given his speeches about being a hero, but Serena liked it better this way.
>>”You seem stern and direct. Not the type to harm others... unless I am mistaken.”
He was so mistaken.
>>”I... prefer not to harm anyone if I can help it. Even if someone people need a good fight every now and then. Mortals are fragile enough as it is.”
"That we can agree on. They really are." Serena nodded. "So... it is part of the agreement that you don't tell me who the other master is?"
>>”That has only happened twice in my long life. Pompeii was not something that should had happened....”
Pompeii??? A Classics professor wailed somewhere in the distance.
>>”How often do you put your life in danger?”
"Have you seen the zoo out there?" Serena waved a hand in the general direction of the runway. "... don't answer that."
>>”It is a rare occurrence, but should that happen I’d make that decision then. I have other abilities that help me protect my masters. No matter how far away they are.”
Okay that sounded a lot better. Serena had no idea what it meant, but it was good to know he had powers to share.
>>”Usually people jump at the chance to tether me. It's odd to me you only have questions.”
"I have negotiated a lot of business contracts. You'd be surprised how much crap people try to sneak past you." she shrugged. "So... if your master was in mortal danger, but you'd have to kill an innocent to save him, which rule trumps the other?"
Serena had never done this with a Greek god before, but she had gone through plenty of negotations. She waited for him to say his piece and made mental notes.
>> ”Of the three first and foremost is the protection of my masters. Meaning while I serve you I also serve another. I will do my best to manage my time accordingly but there will be times when I will not be able to answer your summons. That being said I will drop everything if your life is in danger. I will protect my masters with my life. I need you to understand the majority of my power comes from my current master and he needs me.”
Majority shareholder. Note: Find out who the hell he is.
>>”Next, I’m a god. A protector of mortals, it is who I am and I will not pretend to be something I am not. So you will allow me to protect mortals who can not protect themselves.”
What was this, a business arrangement or Asimov's freaking laws of robotics? ... Yes, Serena read books too, get over it.
>>”and finally don’t abuse my power. I will protect you but I do not wish to harm those I deem innocent.”
Boo. Party pooper.
>>”Do you find these terms agreeable?”
Serena considered the facts, and decided some points needed to be clarified.
"I do have some technical questions. What if the other master and I are in mortal danger at the same time?"
>>”Oh? So this then would be a quest for knowledge? Hmmm?”
Serena let him draw the conclusion himself. Knowledge was power, after all. Same difference.
>>”I’d say Athena would be more appropriate for that role.”
Wait, was that an option? Like yeah, sure, let me just summon up the Greek Goddess of Wisdom real quick for a strategy meeting?... Serena filed that away for later.
>>”You flatter me. I have three stipulations with our contract on our end. Non-negotiable. If you break them I will sever the bond myself. Agree to them and You will have my power!”
Now they were negotiating. Serena was good at this. Non-negotiable, sure, but she would only really see once he had named his terms. She pulled up a chair and sat down, folding her arms. His display of power was impressive, but she had been in the fashion world for a long time. She knew how deals worked. "Tell me."
She was not going to be able to lure Hercules away from his current master. Not for better money, anyway. He seemed more focused on glory than money, which was always trickier to handle. But Serena ran a fashion house, and she was not the kind to give up. Enter option B: hire the guy part-time, and convince him through practice that she would make a much better master mystic for him.
>>”Oh! That type of payment!?! But of course! Seven is the most I have had before. Though it was for a very short time! Though it has been some hundreds of years.”
Seven masters?! How much magic could this man handle? Serena looked at the glowing patterns on his skin. Clearly, a whole lot. This was sounding more and more promising by the minute. She did not like to share, but she would have to put up with it. For a little while.
>>”You mean you of course? Tell me... What would you like to accomplish with me as your god?”
Serena blinked. It was a direct question, but one that surprised her anyway. There were... so many possibilities.
I want to use your god powers to be the baddest boss-ass b*** in town.
"I am... still new to being a mystic." she admitted, using some of the truth to her advantage "But I have been a bos... a master of a lot of people for a very long time. And I want to learn more. About magic, about power. And about shaping this world. And who better to learn from, than a god who has already shaped it many times before?"
>>”Me. The power to summon the strongest god from any pantheon. Depends on who you ask but very few can best me in a fight.”
Well, he definitely had the biggest ego, Serena noted. Then again, if mythology was any indication, so did all deities. She could still barely comprehend that she was actually talking to one. Magic was mind-boggling sometimes.
>>”I also come with knowledge eons of history having lived through many of the eras myself. I also developed numerous skills along the way. Right now I’m currently learning how to cook pizza. The dough needs to be kneaded properly and so far it escapes me.”
The god made pizza. Some women have married for much less.
>>”I help him accomplish his goals as I do with all masters. His however seem to be more noble than most. Which is why I agreed to serve him.”
So... Hercules was a big softie. And his current master was some goodie-two-shoes, wasting a god's powers on pizza. Serena rolled her eyes. This was not going to be as easy as negotiating employment. And she still had no idea who the revered master could be. In her experience, most mystics were not exactly socially conscious.
"So... it doesn't sound like you will jump ship for higher pay, then" she summarized, folding her arms. "How about working part-time? Can you channel more than one person at a time?"
Serena was taking mental notes. She had a good memory for things that interested her, and the thing that interested her the most lately was magic. Especially the kind that others in the book club did not possess.
>>”No, I doubt I am. Very few are capable of summoning me. Only the most skilled can channel enough magic for me to use.”
Exclusive. High end. High maintenance. Excellent.
>>”I form a pact with one or many, after certain conditions are agreed upon I can then channel their magic to hold off the curse that binds my power. It requires a strong will and mental fortitude that few seem to possess. In this era and others.”
Alright, things were kind of beginning to make sense. Hercules was... Hercules, but he needed a power source to operate. That had ot be one serious curse.
>>”My current master is wonderful, a bit moody but he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. It was fitting he was able to summon me. Here I thought I would be forgotten. Me! Hercules! Ha!”
Well, that master certainly had to be an exceptional mystic. Serena wondered if she knew him already.
"I see. So... what does he get out of all this? In exchange for you drawing on his magic?"
>>”I’m Hercules. Son of Zues, king of the gods at least the Greek and Roman pantheons. I own a club.”
"I'm gonna assume it's the clobbering kind and not the fancy cocktails kind" Serena smirked. She was still halfway convinced she was talking to a crazy person. But he was a crazy person with an interesting power.
>>”Any deal you would need to negotiate should first be brought to my attention. He’s currently studying right now but if the deal is too good to pass up I’m sure he will agree to your terms. So you too channel magic?”
"I am... starting to learn" Serena nodded, her thumb running over the inside of her rings. There was so much more she could learn. She was just beginning. "But something tells me you... are not on the curriculum. And I like new things. I don't quite know how you channeling magic works. But I'm curious. So... your master. Who is he? Some high ranking mystic?"
"Payment. Dollars. Or whatever your concept of money is." Serena clarified.
>>”Payment. Yes. I’d have to check with my master. I know money is tight.”
Right. The guy already had a... master. Serena hoped that was not a king thing. Hercules wrapped himself in a blanket, and for lack of a better option she turned to head back to the dressing room for some privacy.
>>”I recalled we were to talk of channeling magic. I fear you may not be able to handle my salary. I not only would require money but time as well. For you see I am a full time Guardian as well! I will start with a name though. Yours ideally.”
"Serena Lockhart. I own the Lockhart fashion company." they shook hands. Serena sensed the tinge of magic on his skin. He was not bluffing, even if the drink had worn off. "If you give me your... master's information, I am sure we can negotiate some kind of a deal. I don't mind paying a competitive salary."
>>”Oh? What’s wrong with the clothing? Is it the fabric?”
Damien jumped as Hercules reached out, but the touch was light, exploring the flowy Atlantean-inspired fabric.
>>”Or is it the fact that it was inspired of thousands of years of traditional clothing by a recently rediscovered city of Atlantis?... No, that’s not it...”
Some of the models giggled, other stared with their mouth open. Serena watched with clear amusement that had rarely ever been seen on her face. Damien's look was priceless. He was still opening and closing his mouth without making a sound. Suddenly, the whole dumb show was worth it.
>>”It’s ‘off brand’ because you’re posture is incorrect!”
Damien turned an ever lighter shade of alabaster as Hercules gently yet firmly corrected his posture. Serena tilted her head. He was right about the posture. Go figure. These outfits were not designed for the marionette-like stance of modern day runway gazelles.
>>”A brand!?! A model such as yourself doesn’t have a brand, ‘you’ make the brand with confidence and grace. You are after all selling the product no? You were hired to do a job. Even if it’s something you might not like. If you are getting paid for it you must convince others it is something you care about. I know it’s a competitive field. It’s easier to get work in the future if you are kind and compassionate! If not, there are others who are dying to take your spot! Show them why you were picked for this position.”
Now it was Serena's turn to stare in awe.
>>”Now, how are you feeling about the clothing now? I personally think you can pull it off! Do you doubt my ability to see things? I can always help you find work if this position isn’t for you.”
Damien blinked, opened his mouth once more, closed it, then turned, and walked to the runway.
As the models all filed out, Serena clapped her hands. Giving credit where credit was due.
>>”Yes! Another chance to prove myself.... what?... So not a Nuclear Meltdown....”
For a moment, Serena wondered what the guy would have done if it had been a nuclear meltdown.
"More drama. Less radiation."
>>”Hmmmm a less daunting task it seems.”
"You'll see" Serena smirked, leading the way to backstage where Atlantean-dressed models were lining up, keeping a somewhat snobby distance from Damien who was busy throwing a hissy fit. Which was interrupted by Hercules literally breaking down the door in his full glowworm glory.
>>”I’m here for Damien! Tell me which one is he!”
Damien jumped and paled a little. Serena walked in behind Hercules, thoroughly enjoying the show.
"Damien, darling, please tell the nice giant what the problem is."
Damien looked between the two of them, opening and closing his perfectly glossed mouth a couple of times without saying anything.
"He said the dress is a disaster, and completely off brand for him." supplied one of the other models, clearly enjoying the scene way too much.
>>”God of strength and willpower.... yes. Summoned to this era.”
He was telling the truth. That was... surprising. Serena was already out of her comfort zone with magic (even though she loved it), but gods... that was a whole new realm of possibility.
Interrupted by model meltdown.
Hercules lit up like a Christmas tree.
>>”A meltdown!?! Here?!? You there! Point me in the direction of this crisis so I may ‘solve’ the problem!”
The assistant froze, staring between him and Serena. Serena waved a hand, and she gratefully scurried away. Serena gave the man an amused smile. He really was not from this world. Intriguing.
"You know what? Let's go. If you can get Damien to put on a game face and walk that runway in that damn dress, we'll talk more about channeling magic."
So, someone had Hercules as a... servant? In exchange for channeling their magic through them? Serena had not heard of anything like that from the Welldrinkers before. Summoning an actual god to do one's bidding? Neat. She wondered where they were hiding the spells for that. Also, historically, having Hercules as a servant did not usually go well for people on the long run...
>>”The woman who cursed me would not allow me to draw on my strength. Hence the need for masters. Without them I’d not only lose physical form and return to another plane of existence, but I wouldn’t be able to draw on my strength... Thank you for the drink. Most refreshing.”
The drink worked. Or maybe he was just feeling chatty. He did not seem to mind drinking something that had just been enchanted, which pointed to either confidence or sheer stupidity. Probably both.
"So... you are an actual god. Summoned here by your master. Who is a mystic." she reiterated, watching him closely. "Who is..."
The door was flung open, and a very distressed-looking assistant barged in.
"I am so sorry, Ms. Lockhart, but Damien is having a bit of a meltdown about the outfit, and the runway is starting..."
Okay so the table-lifting was the go-to move. Not very surprising from someone who called himself Hercules. Serena was much more interested in the glowing sigils. There was still a chance he would prove to be some kind of weird mutant, but it sounded less likely by the minute.
>>”Or how do I use what you call magic?... I’m a god, I’m forced to channel the energy of others to get me back to my godly strength. She cursed me, to live among mortals and draw upon their insignificant power. I know of curses.”
Serena arched an eyebrow. Curioser and curioser. He was channeling... someone else's power?
>>”Now, I wasn’t able to do much in Pompeii but I am skilled in averting disasters. Allow me to help!”
"I just might" she smirked, walking over to the dressing room table that was stocked with small bottles of drinks - nothing alcoholic, obviously, models were already a pain sober, but they did have water, orange juice, the works. "So...you are channeling someone else's magic through your tattoos. Whose is it? The woman who cursed you?" Twisting the cap off a bottle of water, Serena turned her ring with the pearl on it, and dipped it into the water, whispering a few words she associated with her best practiced spell. In aqua veritas. "Here. Drink."
The guy rolled off the roof, and fell in a strange, jerky way. He probably had some floating powers that did not work very well, from the looks of it. He did fall on her roof, after all. Serena leaned out the window to look at him as he lay on the ground. Idiot.
>>"It's your word... against... mine."
Stubborn idiot.
>>"I can just say you crashed into me while i was setting up my truck! You weren't supposed to park here anyway, Queen B."
"I am supposed to park here, I own the damn building." she clarified. If he really was going to make a fuss about this, her legal department was looking at some overtime. "And I didn't crash into you. You fell on top of my car. Because you were floating up there with no safety, handling electronics. While ordering pizza on your phone. Good luck with that." she opened the door, stepping carefully around the guy in her high heels. The last thing she wanted was for someone to also run him over while he lay on the ground. "I wouldn't move if I were you, you probably have broken... something."
