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.
Events moved rapidly. As Ka moved to respond, the metal-armored man blitzed into an assault. Suddenly there was electricity everywhere and the sword missed. Rex's eyes widened and then narrowed. This Ka was no god, but he had power indeed.
He wasn't the only one. The armored man went racing into the sky by the sword remained. Then out of the corner of his eye, Rex saw Hunter move.
An entire aircraft flipped through the air and didn't manage to do more than make Ka move. Rex immediately bolted after Hunter as he had a sudden instinct. What did Rex do when cornered by people? He fired back.
He slid to a stop in front of Hunter just as lightning blistered forth. The arc of plasma slammed into Rex's invisible shield and as it was shredded by the magic there, light in the shape of a cross about as tall as Rex flared into existence as the energies collided.
"Through the brightness before him were coals of fire kindled!" Rex roared as soon as the lightning died down. A small cloud of light flared in front of him before condensing into seven fireballs. With his right hand, he flicked the first trio of fireballs at Ka and the remaining four at the marines holding the important looking man.
Rex pulled himself onto the deck and assumed a standing position to Hunter's right. From there, Rex could more easily extend his shield in front of the man or himself as needed. He laid eyes on the man they were sent to stop, the man who dressed like some ancient pharaoh.
Then Rex saw the bodies.
He glared across the deck. It was sickening, what happened there, and firelight began dancing in his eyes as he prepared to call upon fire.
The armored man he'd met just the day before arrived and Rex ceased glaring just long enough to give an acknowledging nod. His glare intensified as Hunter...joked. Then Ka claimed to be a god.
It was not the first time Rex had met a man who claimed to be a god, but this man was no Hercules. This man was all the worst parts of a mortal's fleshly desires.
The Catholic laughed, a sharp bark of humorless mockery. "You're no god, but I'll happily introduce you to Him. Now stand down!" Rex said, his voice raised with the authority of a man used to taking charge in a life and death emergency.
Rex knocked back the last of the plain, scalding black coffee and returned the paper cup to its cupholder. The last twenty-four hours had been utterly draining. Between running back and forth across the city, putting out fires, healing people, and stopping assorted mystics and mutants, he was nearly worn out. When he'd finally crashed, he'd slept like the dead for a handful of hours before getting the call to arms.
Two other empty coffee cups rattled around his feet as the boat skipped over the waters. He wasn't concerned about the small amount of litter like he'd normally be. He was in focus mode, steeling himself for what was to come and blocking out as many distractions as possible. He had to be smart about what he could do. Magic allowed him to do so many amazing things, but like all things, there was a price to pay. He had started facing heat exhaustion the night before, as magic had started burning him out through all the use. He couldn't afford to do that again.
Unless he had to.
Rex didn't verbalize a response to Hunter. He just grunted an affirmative and put his rosary back in his pants pocket. He did have on different clothes from the night before, but hardly anyone would notice. He still wore a flannel, jeans, and work boots. Now he'd added a utility belt filled with much of the implements he used on the job, including an ax. As they came up alongside the military vessel, Rex pulled an inscribed leather fireman's glove onto his right hand.
As Hunter started up the ladder, Rex began reciting a verse, “Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.” Invisible energy began to form in the unseen shape of a heater shield over his left arm. They were up against a mutant with electrical powers, according to intel. An energy-blocking shield was about all Rex could do.
"I've got your back," Rex said as he followed Hunter up to the deck.
Rex worked surely, not swiftly, to bind the mystic. Only when he finished and Tim was yelling expletives from his position on the ground did Rex direct his attention to the X-Men. The man was on his phone. Rex started to glare but then the mutant asked his status and Rex re-assessed. Okay, not a bystander, just keeping alert. There was chaos all throughout the city after all.
"I'm fine," Rex said, trying to show no sign of the pain. "You?"
Rex still placed a hand on his leg and began quoting Scripture again. He almost gasped in relief as energy began coursing through him, repairing the wound. It was a slow, controlled burst this time - he didn't want to exhaust himself with a rush job. In the meantime, aches and pains he'd picked up in the last few hours began fading away as well.
The tyrannosaur took another thunderous step when WHAM! His head ducked down as something...stung?... him. "RAAAARRRRGGGH!" he roared as a piledriver kick drilled into his skull. He stumbled across another couple of cars and made his way over to the edge of the street. He swung his head toward a building in order to try to scratch his head against it and get rid of the bug thing.
But then a challenger appeared!
Saliva began pouring from his mouth like a gross rain as he took in the strange creature that could feed him for weeks!
Time to cho down!
The bug-thing forgotten, the T-Rex roared again and charged at the giant furry dinner entree blocking his path, jaws open and ready to cho-mp.
Tim went down like a sack of potatoes as Rex rammed into him. The burning shield vanished during the melee and Rex had his arms wrapped around the other mystic and squeezed tightly. A knife appeared and Rex felt a striking pain in his leg, but it didn't feel deep. He ground his teeth and grunted, but turned to the task at hand.
Rex wasn't a fancy fighter. He had no formal training and his job didn't require it. He was good at busting down doors and he was good with an ax, but otherwise all he knew was what he learned from wrestling back in public school. Still, that meant little when a foe had blades and could unleash attacks by merely speaking words.
The firefighter had some weight on the whip man, as well as leverage. He managed to tangle himself around Tim and knock the knife out of the man's hand before flipping him over on his back and twisting his arms behind him to immobilize the rogue mystic.
Again, Rex wasn't a fancy fighter. When it came to magic users, he found the simplest and most effective method of dealing with them was to simply disable their magic. The shining white sword of the spirit he summoned was his first foray into that domain. It was devised to take down Hercules and eldritch abominations, yet it was less effective in the long run. Sure, he could impale someone with it and keep them from accessing magical energy to empower spells, but that left Rex tied up in the process. He had needed a longer-term solution.
Now he had one.
"And I will cut off witchcrafts out of thine hand," Rex began quoting, "And thou shalt have no more soothsayers.”
Power poured through Rex and into Tim, as a rush of uncomfortable heat. Rex felt a near-sizzling sensation as chaotic, disruptive energy permeated Tim, shredding magical energy that came into contact with him. For about the next hour, the downed man would be virtually unable to use, channel, or be the direct beneficiary or target of any magic.
Then Rex broke out a few zip-ties and began binding the man's wrists together behind his back.
Rex felt an impact through his shield and there was a sudden steaming sound as fire made contact with clothing. He shoved the man as hard as he could but he could already tell Tim was sliding to one side - Rex hadn't hit him full-on.
The pyromancer ended the charge and lashed out with his shield in an attempt to clear a little space, but now he was upon the whip mystic. Ranged attacks were of minimal use and now Rex had him where he wanted him.
Within arm's reach.
Rex lunged forward in a full-body tackle. If he could get the man pinned for at least a few seconds, he could take him out of the fight. If he failed, he was at least close enough to maintain the upper hand in the situation.
Rex turned away from the door to survey the setup. The stark industrial lighting might not have fit most people's expectations for magical practice, but neither would Rex. This was the place where he had first really started learning how to use magic, under the guidance of Hercules.
The firefighter really hoped this wouldn't go as poorly.
He crossed the expanse of barren, carefully-swept concrete and made his way back toward August and the supplies. He didn't think most would be used, but he wanted to be ready for anything. His own proclivity toward fire magic meant a fire extinguisher was a requirement when trying out new techniques. Rex wasn't so sure if the same would be needed for August.
That's what they were here for.
"No time like the present to begin," he said abruptly, folding his arms across his flannel-covered chest. "Tell me what you know about your magic."
Rex barely paid the chain whip any more attention beyond noting the flames died out on it and somehow his sword had severed it. Then he hoisted his shield in front of him and caught the rest of the chains on the solid shield of fire and sunlight. The chain clanked off and clattered to the concrete and then Rex decided he needed to get in closer. At range, he was sorely disadvantaged.
With the blinding shield in front of him, Rex raised it in front of him and hunkered down, so the shield was in between his face and upper torso and Tim. Then he rushed forward in a dead sprint.
BOOM!
An explosion hit his shield and while it didn't stop him, it slowed him for a moment as the shield tried absorbing the shock. A moment later something whizzed past him and then with a KA-BANG, part of a wall exploded behind him.
Great. Explosions.
Then Rex was about where he expected Tim to still be and he hunkered down to smash into the man with his weight and burning shield. He could heal any burns later.
The sound of pounding feet on pavement and concrete aroused Rex's attention. He finished the passage he was on and then slid the Bible's ribbon between the pages to save his place before closing the book and setting it to the side.
August appeared, looking quite out of sorts. It was almost enough to make Rex chuckle.
"Glad you found the place," Rex said. He stood up and snagged a water bottle from the table before striding over to offer it to August with his left hand. His right hand was extended for a handshake. "Family. I get it," he grunted. As for teleportation magic? Rex might have some ideas.
"Take a minute to catch your breath," he said as he walked over to shut the door to the warehouse with a loud clang.
The fireballs were intercepted or dodged. It seemed as though Rex faced another magic user. At least, glowing writing on a weapon seemed more like a mystic thing than a mutant thing. Rex kept his sword as the ready, especially as the whip burst into flames.
Yes, definitely magic. Metal didn't typically catch fire otherwise.
"For the Lord is a sun and shield!" he said quickly as the last of his fireballs smashed against a wall. Sunfire burned into existence again in a basic round shield on Rex's left arm. It was just in time because the the flaming whip came right at him and he shifted so he could intercept it with his shield.
Then the chain struck him from another angle.
"Argh!" he spat through clenched teeth as hot metal slashed across his back, likely chewing through his shirt and into his skin. Instinctively he backhanded the whip with his shield to try to knock it away and then slashed at it with his shining sword in the hopes of destroying any active magic or stored spells on it.
Tyrannosaurus Rex stomped on down the street. He roared and roared, but there were these loud, honking things everywhere. He'd step on one with a massive CRUNCH and suddenly very alarming sounds would begin ringing. He trampled one completely flat and only then did the thing go silent.
But he didn't have time to do that for all of them. His true prey was in the distance, lit up and running away. He himself couldn't run too, fast, but his legs were long and made for all terrains.
He was still gaining on his prey.
Then a bug thing got in his eye and squeaked. He shook his head to try to knock it off. And kept going.
Rex propped the warehouse door open with a cinderblock, allowing a shaft of light to stretch over the gravel driveway leading to the building proper. He turned back inside the warehouse and crossed over to his preparations.
The warehouse was in the warehouse district. He'd done a favor for the owner a few years ago and as a result, was able to borrow part of the warehouse in the evenings if needed. Usually, this was where Rex came to practice new spells he'd been working on. All he had to do was move a few empty shelves and sweep the concrete floor and he ended up with a nice, barren workspace covering about the size of a basketball court.
He had a couple of metal folding chairs off to the side, near the door and he sat down on one of them. On a card table, he had a case of water bottles, a heavy duty fire blanket, jerky, trail mix, some outdoor chalk, and a small stack of books. Under the table were multiple sand bags and a fire extinguisher.
It was about mid evening and August should be arriving any minute, assuming he was going to show up on time. August had asked Rex to teach him his style of magic, and while Rex at first thought the man to be kidding, had agreed to teach him just that.
So Rex had a Bible on the table and another in his hand, which he opened up and began reading from as he waited for August to appear.
A fireball flashed by Tim's face, radiating scorching heat before it flickered out mere feet beyond the whipmaster's head.
There. That should get the man's attention.
The now-armored X-Man was taking the fight to one of the men so Rex switched his attention to the other guy. After multiple assists with Hercules and Sam, Rex was starting to get a feel for combat situations involving other people. He took on the role of countering enemy magic and protecting his allies until they could turn the tide of battle. While Rex didn't quite know or understand the capabilities of this X-Men, he assumed he knew what he was doing.
"Through the brightness before him were coals of fire kindled.”
As he completed the verse, a cloud of light formed in front of him. The cloud then condensed into into seven hovering fist-sized fireballs.
There was a time when Rex would have been extremely reluctant to utilize fire in a combat encounter. That time was a long time ago. Since learning how to extinguish fires at range, as well as to somewhat heal people, Rex was far less concerned with irreparable damage.
Rex began flicking his free hand like a person dealing cards and one by one, the fireballs whizzed toward the man with the whip, where, if they hit, would strike with the force of a thrown rock.
Rex roared, a guttural blast of thunder than overwhelmed even the chaos and everyday noise of New York.
Movement. Motion. Everywhere!
An elephantine foot smashed a newspaper stand as the dinosaur stepped forward, wading into the traffic. Another foot crunched the trunk of a car like a pop can, sending a family to run screaming out of the car.
By now, there were screams everywhere.
Rex barely noticed the green thing running up his tail and back. He did notice a fast moving van.
It was bigger than the cars. It was the size of a good meal. It triggered something inside of him, something that overwhelmed the lingering pain of the violent transformation.
Hunger.
The ultimate predator roared again and began charging down the road, stepping on anything and anyone in his path as he chased his fleeing prey.
