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.
Rex didn't know who started the fire either. That was a priority only after the fire was put out. Rex was rather more concerned with how quickly the fire was spreading.
The fire engines made good time responding to the fire. Rex and his men leaped out of the massive vehicles after they staked out their area of works. their sirens were no longer blaring, but white and red lights bathed everything in a heavenly or hellish light.
With a quick perusal, it looked like the fire hadn't reached a critical mass just yet. It likely wasn't in danger of spreading to other buildings, especially the surrounding also-brick buildings. Still, there was no time to dawdle. "With me," Rex said to a couple of his men and he pulled his face mask back down.
Lately Rex had been taking the forefront of these excursions into buildings. He didn't hide the magical abilities he possessed, but he didn't advertise them either. Most people didn't notice anything different. Lt. Vidales praying and quoting scriptures when running into a burning building? That meant he wasn't a pyromaniac sociopath. Rex doubted any of them realized his prayers were protecting them, quenching fires that got too close. That was fine. He didn't need the glory. He just needed everyone to make it out alive.
With that in mind, he and his colleagues made short work of the front door and charged in, seeking to determine if there was anybody in the building.
Rex's jaw was set and if anyone saw firelight flickering in his eyes, they wouldn't necessarily be hallucinating. He took the steps carefully, in case of water damage and to conserve energy. He didn't want to rush into anything either - another wall of water or something similar could take him entirely out of action.
He allowed himself to be guided to the side of the stairs and he could hear Hunter moving on the other side. Good. Rex wouldn't be getting knocked into him if he fell.
The firefighter walked in silence and once they made it to the second floor, everything grew better illuminated. Sure, Rex's sword lighting up the place, but sunlight now streamed in through the windows. It seemed the water barrier had vanished. Good. Rex had had enough of water today.
Approaching the end of the hall, Rex followed the sounds of scraping and rustling. It sounded like objects were being moved around. He turned a corner and stopped. Ahead, through an open door, Rex could see part of a room that looked like a whirlwind had gone through it. Even as he looked, he saw a box collide against a wall and some kind of curse shouted. There were heavy scraping sounds, like stone upon wood but at regular intervals. It sounded like things made of stone were walking around.
Rex turned a shot a glance at Hunter. He jerked his head toward the door and arched an eyebrow. Well? What's the play here?
Things got deep quickly as Maya spoke. Rex's eyes softened even as his hands clenched. Madre de Dios. The burdens being carried by some of these people. All the more reason to believe in a just God capable to give those Welldrinkers the eternal punishment they deserved.
Even surviving the devastation, some of the mutants were still...broken.
That conviction only deepened as Liz seemed to start falling apart right in front of them.
"Mother of God," Rex breathed. He had an impulse to reach out and lay a hand of sympathy on her but...he settled for leaning forward in the armchair instead.
Mrs. Cervantes wanted to know what they all thought of failure?
"Failure is backing down from the enemy when he comes for you and your children," Rex said with a determined frown. He pointedly looked at both Elizabeth and Maya for several moments each. "Failure is the abdication of your duties to protect and serve others. Failure is turning your back on the people who depend on you."
The water levels were falling, but not rapidly. The house was groaning and creaking and leaks were forming in the ceiling overhead. Water was already starting to spill through the floor since it not longer had mutants controlling gravity or the water itself to keep it under control. The damage was already done.
The blood on Flo's head was not good, but Rex could see her still trying to move. That would have to do.
His training and instincts warred with his reasoning. He wanted to assess the woman and perform triage. He wanted her and her brother out of there as the area was a hazardous environment that was well on its way toward collapsing. His rational brain fought back though. They were stable and not in immediate danger of dying. that might not be true if the sorceress was left to her own devices. Back at the museum, it had only taken her minutes to start summoning an army of jackal-headed warriors.
Rex just nodded at Hunter. "Then let's get a move on," he said before sloshing toward the stairs. He began reciting as he did so and by the time he reached the stairs, the sword of white light shimmered forth into his left hand. Small tiny lettering on the leather glove on his right hand began glowing as he started pouring focus and energy into it. HE started up the water-logged and creaking steps.
Rex was knocked head over teakettle into the remains of a now-sodden couch. It buffered him from the impact into the wall and he bounced off the cushions and fell back into the water. The entire first floor was covered in water and debris, already rising to waist level. It was as if all the water from the grounds was being yanked into the room.
He got back to his feet again for the third time in fewer than that amount of minutes. Words began forming on his tongue, but he held off. He was banged up and bruised, but he wasn't broken. No sense wasting any power on healing himself.
He saw Ebb floating on top of a disk of water and Rex relaxed a millimeter. The man wasn't going to drown. This was good though. If Flo was protecting Ebb, that was one more thing for her to concentrate on and one less thing for Rex to deal with, at least until this was all over.
"Your brother is stable," Rex roared at the woman even as he debated his options. Another burning bush would be useless, as would a pillar of fire. He needed range. "But this house isn't! You need to--!"
In mid command, even as Flo was whirling to aim another water pillar at Rex, a heavily framed portrait smashed into the side of Flo's face and she was knocked in a 180 degree spin and collapsed into the water. Unnatural eddies, whirlpools, and the cradle of water that protected Ebb vanished as her concentration shattered.
Water was now coming from everywhere. It was filling in from the windows and the walls, and now pouring down the stairs like a waterfall. Rex pushed himself to his feet once again. The water was already past his ankles. He didn't spare any thoughts to wonder how it could happen to quickly, only focusing on that it was happening, and very quickly.
As a firefighter, his life revolved around the dangers of fire and ways to suppress it. Naturally, water was used a lot. As a result, he was acutely aware of how damaging water could be. The destruction of the windows was just the beginning. The amount of water that had surrounded the house...well, he didn't think all of that water was going to stay outside the house. Not with the gravity-controller lying unconscious in the water.
With a grunt, Rex reached down and hauled Ebb up until he could get him into a fireman's carry. "Enough!" he shouted over the sound of many waters splashing and pouring. "You'll bring this whole house down on us!"
His voice caught the woman's attention and Flo shouted, "What did you do to my brother?!"
Then a pillar of water smashed into Rex, blasting him out from underneath Ebb even as two more pillars emerged, one aimed at blasting Hunter and the second to cradle Ebb.
"Well met," Rex said after Maya introduced herself. Rex waved a hand at himself belatedly. "Mystic." It was weird tacking that on to an introduction, but he guessed it was relevant. The session was in part about mutant-mystic dynamics and, well, if there was to be any animosity about that, better for it to emerge now and not after emotional vulnerability had commenced. Rex would almost prefer animosity over emotional vulnerability.
He redirected his attention to Mrs. Cervantes as she began the session. This at least was familiar to him, even if the people and the place were not. He started pulling his thoughts together, but Liz got there first.
It sounded too quick, to him, much like a story a person had told themselves rather than an accurate truth. He didn't know the woman well enough to mention that though, nor was it his place. There was a pause after she finished speaking and Rex spoke into the void.
"It scares me," he said stoically. "The powers the Welldrinkers unleashed, that they commanded, and the powers that we retaliated with." He couldn't help but glance at Elizabeth again. He'd seen her assault on the aerial forces of the Welldrinkers. He'd also seen a behemoth of water arise, a man becoming a winged lion beast and slaying a man, right after that man had laid waste to the former incarnation of this school. They were things from the book of Revelation, or as it was in Spanish, Apocalipsis.
Rex had just stepped onto the stairs. He was keeping his distance behind Hunter and letting the combat-experienced man take point. The firefighter had simply nodded when it was suggested he hang back. He was already feeling winded - the power he'd channeled had taken a lot out of him. The equivalent energy the body would need over a period of months to heal such injuries naturally had coursed through Rex in less than a few minutes. It still wasn't perfect. It wasn't good enough. Unfortunately, Rex did not have the luxury of completely healing the man, even if it was within his power.
The battle was not over.
Hunter yelled about a tidal wave and Rex barely had a chance to process the words. He just fell as the torrent rushed down the steps and swept his feet out from under him. He tried to break his fall with his hands but the water was fast and strong and it twisted him enough that he struck the steps with his head before the water yanked him back out into the parlor at large. The water kept coming though.
Rex grabbed onto the wrecked ottoman as the water began rapidly covering the floor but the broken furniture didn't arrest his momentum. He smashed into the unconscious form of Ebb and had a single moment to pick his head up, when the windows in the room suddenly shattered and the water that had surrounded the house in a bubble began flooding the first floor.
On the second floor, there was a shriek of anger and rage and a woman in a wetsuit appeared at the end of a hallway, rapidly getting closer to the stairs. She was surfing on a small wave of water, swiftly dodging obstacles and roaring at Hunter. More and more water from the second floor converged at the stairs.
Energy from another realm continued to course through Rex and into Ebb's body, empowering the downed man's cells to start fighting back against the wounds and regenerating. "Oh Blessed Maria," Rex breathed as his own strength started to enter the healing flow.
Shame flushed Rex's face. "I cannot choose the healing," he said as he kept energy surging through his hands. "All I can do is give him strength. The rest is in the Lord's hands."
Rex made room and noted the swiftness and ease with which Hunter worked. He'd clearly done this before. Ebb gasped violently as his lung began reinflating and repairing, but there was a grim horror to it, as flesh began sealing around the pen. "I've got it from here," Rex said. "Go keep a lookout." More power rushed into Ebb and Rex uttered another prayer, "Father, I need your help. I need to know this man's pulse."
Numbers appeared in Rex's head, as if uttered by a still, small voice, and he breathed a quiet thanks. A minute later, he repeated the prayer and the numbers got a little better.
"Hallelujah," Rex said as he finally took his hands off the villain, ending the spell. "He's stable and--oh," Rex broke off as the room momentarily spun and he swayed to the side. He felt tired. Very tired. As if he'd just completed a strenuous workout in just a couple of minutes. A hand shot out to the ground to keep his balance and then Rex slowly pulled himself to his feet. He checked his belt and his glove before giving Hunter a weary nod.
Rex began nodding as the woman apologized. "I understand, I have two children myself," he said, feeling her exhaustion. "I am Rex Vidales. And you are?" he asked. He knew Liz and while he hadn't met Gemma before, he at least knew he'd be meeting her that day. Likewise, he was sure she had his name. Well she did now, anyways.
The exchange was enough that Rex could relax a smidgen, firmly tamping down the emotions that tried roiling up when parenthood was mentioned and instead focusing solely on what was at hand.
As Gemma explained the foundation, Rex found himself nodding again. It was just like the AA sessions. Support-focused. Not so much therapy. "Yes," Rex agreed.
As August claimed to feel artistic, Rex had a sudden moment of worry. Perhaps this was a mistake? August clarified though and Rex let out a breath he didn't know he'd held.
"Have...fun then," he said. He stared blankly at the graffiti before shaking his head. The giant-sized images were practically blasphemous or otherwise offensive to decent sensibilities.
He passed the spray paint over and with the rest of the tools, he made his way back to the gate and began scraping at it with the wire brush.
After a moment or two passed, Rex felt like he should force himself to get to know his co-mystic better. "So...what's it like being a concert violinist?" he asked, having no frame of reference for what that entailed. It didn't sound like a sustainable, actual career to him.
The screams of a man being burnt would haunt Rex's soul for a long time. He just knew it. The sickening smell of burning human flesh that filled his nostrils nearly drove him to retch but he managed to hold back. Fortunately, Ebb's wetsuit protected him from the worst of the burns, but Rex knew they were sure to be torturous regardless.
It was one more sin to add to the confessional.
Rex couldn't dwell for long on the ethics, because the weights of the room suddenly focused on him. Dozens of books began falling at him at terminal velocities and even as he weathered those, a corresponding bookshelf fell his way. He managed to avoid most of it was still got clipped on his side.
Then an awful crunch made its way to Rex's ears and gravity normalized. With a grunt of surprise, Rex fell to the floor and his the fallen bookcase hard before rolling down it. "Blessed Maria," he cried as a bit of wind got knocked out of him. As he fought off vertigo and another attempt to puke, Rex caught sight of Ebb who was now dangling listlessly from the still burning bush.
Rex cut off the spell and the fire construct vanished, letting Ebb strike the floor. Rex rushed over as fast as he could, ignored the aches and spasms in his own body as he knelt by Ebb.
"And now, Lord, behold their threatenings: and grant unto thy servants, that with all boldness they may speak thy word, By stretching forth thine hand to heal; and that signs and wonders may be done by the name of thy holy child Jesus," Rex said as he began pouring healing energy into the man. Immediately, burns began scabbing over and shrinking but not much was happening around the chest. "Dear God, save him!" Rex pleaded.
Tis was unlike anything Rex had ever dealt with. He was used to burning buildings, rushing into infernos and maneuvering across floors that were liable to break down, aware that at any moment the building might fall on top of you. He understood that. You tested floors, avoided intense heat, broke down doors and walls as needed, and sometimes had to make leaps of faith.
He'd never been in a rock tumblr house before.
He caught the lamp that swung his way and dropped it. He lunged out of the way of couch and banged his knee against a wall sconce. He let go of the sword and bright magical light vanished, leaving the large living room/foyer/lobby illuminated only by the ceiling lights, which Rex was suddenly leaping over as gravity twisted again.
By the time he got his bearing, he heard a shotgun fire. He saw Hunter...go down hard. Then gravity stopped and Rex was falling from the ceiling. He missed Ebb by several feet and just barely missed getting skewered on an upturned chair.
"Blood of God," he swore. Firelight gleamed in his eyes as Rex focused on Ebb and began speaking.
Fire bloomed and burst from the floor underneath Ebb as a burning bush of solid fire rapidly sprouted toward the man. Right now, Rex didn't care if the branches burned the man - he could heal the man later. He just needed gravity to get back to normal.
Rex slapped his leg lightly and the iota of power built up in the glove dispersed harmlessly against his leg. He barely even noticed it. The glove sill seemed to work despite the water.
"Thank you," Rex grunted, only vaguely realizing Hunter was joking.
Hunter was gearing up so Rex did as well. In the dimness, he realized they wouldn't be able to see nearly as well. Normally he'd summon a floating fireball or two, but he didn't think they be effective in the water.
Hunter attacked the door and charged in. Rex called forth his lightsword again and followed suit, into well-lit and sizeable house. It was a three story house and easily looked like it had half a dozen rooms on each floor. The owner had done well for himself.
Rex tripped and nearly lost his grip on his swordspell as he was suddenly running over a fireplace. Then he leaped a ducked an ottoman that was hurled from the floor to the wall where Rex was, as it to followed the new course of gravity.
A figure in a wetsuit suddenly floated into view. "Well what do we have here!" he called out mockingly. Ebb floated in the center of the room, unconcerned by the gravitas of the situation. "Hey Flo! We've got some uninvited guests!"
"Get rid of them already, you idiot!" Flo shouted back from apparently upstairs. "We're still searching!"
"Fine, I guess I'll be the big tough man and save you women from the hard stuff," Ebb sneered as he cracked his knuckles. Then he said to Hunter and Rex: "Okay, time for you two to die!"
Furniture starting zooming around the room as gravity twisted and warped, turning bookshelves into shields, couches into battering rams, and paperweights into lethal projectiles.
