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.
Cold Steel was laying it on thick. Referencing the attack from that paramilitary rodeo clown and his men. Sam knew that enough of his material was taken that it might be possible for another mystic to reverse engineer his work. Maybe. The possibility of that was infuriating.
Sam closed her eyes and calmed the combination of fury and worry she had. Why couldn’t they just see that her work was something that could save so many. Her only interest was in helping people. She could feel the heat from the key cut off as ice formed around it.
Maya tried to throw Sam’s words back at her but Sam was having none of that. She knew she had the moral high ground.
”I have control. That’s how I know the spell is at its limit.” Sam knew the limits of his spells from careful study and precise construction. ”And it is no danger to anyone, save myself, if it goes wild. Unlike Cold Steel here.”
Maya again pressed for Sam to reverse the spell on Iris. She was goading Sam, taunting her with how she was nothing special and others had tried but were more effective.
”Look. I could undo the spell, and maybe the Veil could. I have never seen another mystic work power like I do. So while it might could be done it might be dangerous to the child to experiment.” Sam took a breath moving her head to indicate she wasn’t finished and was changing direction with her speech, ”I do not want any harm to come to the child. I do not want to get rid of mutants. I have nothing against mutants. It is your mutations that are the issue and I have proven I can, with cooperating, cure the afflicted… Yes, you don’t see it that way. Fine. All I ask is for a head start before you call the police and I will ‘fix’ Iris. If I am as sloppy as you say you will have no issue recapturing me and putting me behind bars.”
Sam felt this was a fair deal. They got what they wanted, the child re-broken. Sam got what she wanted, a chance to slip away. He doubted they would go for it, or they would lie. It was her best shot though. It was a good deal, one Sam felt if they failed to take it, it proved they cared not for the child but their about their grandstanding.
The literal last thing Sam was about to do was become herself in the middle of the mansion while trespassing and clearly having sought out the child they are accused of assaulting. So when Sam’s attempt to be someone who wasn’t Becca failed, she sighed.
”I am amused you assume you even know the real me. You misconstrued my motivations, you fail to see the danger you put everyone around you in as you casually use power you clearly barely control… “ Sam shook her head and once again used the key. Wincing as a shot of pain went through her.
Veins of red again radiated out across Sam’s body, a burning sensation flowing through them. Sam’s features warped as the veins traveled. A bried moment of Sam’s normal body rippled across to be replaced by a brunette woman an inch taller. The eyes were mismatched and there was a streak of white hair that fell on one side of the center part in the hair.
Sam dropped the key, panting. The key was red hot and a small keyhole burn was left where Sam had used it. The key was being drained too fast and pushed too hard. Wild magic was flowing through the spell. ”The spell is breaking down. This is the best you will get.”
Cold Steel checked on the child before shutting the door and talking about Sam like she wasn[‘t laying there on the floor. Meanwhile Maya patted Sam down and produced what Sam had on herself. The knives were tossed away, the keys were held up and Maya demanded that Sam take off her wife’s face.
The last thing Sam wanted to do was put on her real face. If this completely worked out of Sam’s favor, she wanted to have something to use for the slightest bit of reasonable doubt.
”Fine.” Sam said and carefully took one of the keys in hand. She brought it close to her skin and then was able to slide it in as if there was a keyhole there. She twisted the key and then heer body started to change. She turned her face to the ground then twisted the key again.
The place where the key was flashed, in a way that seemed to indicate it was doing the magical equivalent of not properly having the clutch disengaging when changing gears. It did not like that Sam was not allowing it to fully return them to their normal self according to the genetic blueprint on it. Veins of red light radiated out through Sam’s body, causing a burning pain as they traveled. The changes to Sam’s body followed along with the veins, rippling from Becca to Sam’s normal body for a mere instant before settling on the final form.
The form Sam took matched two criteria. First, it was not Sam’s normal form and in no way looked like it. Second, it matched the clothing Sam was wearing so there wasn’t a problem of it falling off or biting into Sam’s body.
”There. Are you happy now.” Sam said through heavy breathing. She palmed the key and looked up to Maya with a new face. She had chosen a shorter form of a massively popular blonde singer.
Maya did not like Sam’s suggestion. That was fine. Negotiation took a little time and both parties had to give a little.
Unless the air temperature suddenly drops.
Shit.
Cold Steel, the mutant Sam had wanted to avoid running into, had made an appearance. It seemed he thought Sam was Becca but that would last only until Maya immediately told him that Sam was not Becca once the door was shut.
”I did not attack Iris. She is perfectly healthy and uninjured, and I came to make sure she has remained unharmed.” Sam said, to her it was truth. Just leaving out the part about wanting to reset the spell as she had seen it weakening. Now that Cold Steel was there, Sam would need to be a little more careful with what she said. Sam was certain the brute wouldn’t kill her, as they would need her to unlock the spell.
Arrested, going to trial. Bad reputation with the Veil.
”No.” Sam said firmly. ”I don’t like that deal. I help you and I go to jail? If I’m getting arrested Iris stays as she is.” Sam did her best to appear disinterested in Maya. It was difficult as the woman was planted on top of Sam. She just lay her head on the ground and closed her eyes for a moment.
”Oh! I know.” Sam opened her eyes and looked back at Maya. ”I get to walk out of here. Uninjured, of my own power, and not with a police escort and I mail you the instructions to undo the spell. Everybody wins.” Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.
”And I agree. She is not broken. Thanks. To. Me.” Sam did her best to match the growl from Maya, which was a little difficult when taking a full breath was a challenge.
It was then that Sam realized he may have pushed his luck a little too far. Maya had picked up the knife that Sam had been holding and held it where Sam could see it. Sam bit off a retort and looked at the blade.
”That… Is good leverage.” Sam kept her eye on the blade and tried to think through her options. She needed to either get away fast. Before anyone else showed up to help Maya. That, or she needed to negotiate. Sam felt she still had a good position as she was the only one who knew how to undo the spell on the child. ”So what happens to me after I break the ch- the spell?”
Sam tried to push herself back up to get away, but Maya was too fast. The moment Sam tried to rise, Maya was on top of her, kneeling on her back and twisting her arms forcing her to drop her knife and pistol.
Maya leaned her weight onto Sam as she monologued. Talking like Sam was some run of the mill religious nut or pointy headed ghost impersonator. Sam groaned into the floor. Half from the pain and discomfort of the restraint, half from Maya completely mischaracterizing Sam.
”Yes. She is perfect…Now.” Sam said, turning her face so she wasn’t face down in the floor. ”People feared Iris. Ran from her to avoid what her power was doing. She was the center of a contagion.” Sam tried to blow hair from her face a few times, ”One would think their parent would want to ensure they grew up loved not feared. One of their parents should take care of her and I can’t be around all the time like this to do it for you. And what happens if I break her again? What happens to me? I think I hold the leverage here. So let’s be adults about this.”
Sam thought she was going to make it. She had a lead on Maya. Sam forgot to account for the long red hair she had.
”I cured yo-” Sam’s retort was cut off as her head snapped back from a sudden pull on her hair. Her lower body still carried a little forward momentum and so she wound up leaning back toward Maya, trying to back up her legs to straighten up when they were suddenly kicked out from beneath her.
As she fell, Sam spun and lashed the knife toward Maya’s arm holding her hair. Then she landed chest first on the ground. As much as people joke about women having built-in airbags… They were not fun to land on. ”Ooof”
Maya called Sam a psycho before trying to sweep Sam’s legs. Sam, no longer having to deal with the damn heels, jumped over the kick but landed on a block and stumbled sideways. Catching herself on some furniture, Sam straightened back up. ”Fine. Don’t see my work as helpful. I don’t care. I’m saving the world and I don’t need any praise.” Sam stepped up onto the couch she’d used to keep from falling over and then stepped up onto the back of it.
She could see a way past Maya, she jumped forward toward the door. Her plan was to get out into the hall, break the handle off the door, slam it shut, and thus hopefully delay Maya in the room for a minute. The pistol might work as a bludgeon on the handle but she wasn’t sure.
Sam had expected to make contact with either the knife or the pistol or for Maya to try and grab for one of them. It wasn’t normal to just ignore the weapons being wielded against you. Maya did. And she headbutt Sam right in the face.
All Sam saw for a moment was a flash as her world became pain. As her sight returned it was blurry from tears that had welled up from the impact on the nose. Blood ran down from a nostril and Sam did everything she could to not fall ass over teakettle.
Covering her lower face with the elbow of her arm with the pistol in hand, Sam swung the knife in front of her to try and keep Maya at a distance and kicked off those god forsaken heels. ”Okay. No more Mr. Nice guy.” Sam swung the knife again, still blinking away the pain tears.
Sam lost her polite smile when Maya lunged. As an NYPD officer, Sam had been trained to fight. THe training focused more on hand-to-hand or with a gun, but a little knife play was included. Sam drew the weapon back closer to herself when Maya lunged, keeping the point facing Maya. Then Sam thrust forward before shifting to bring the pistol around for a pistol whip.
”Oh. I’ve done my homework. That’s precisely why I have restrained your power.” Sam said, bringing the pistol back against her chest in a guarded position. ”If you come close, maybe you’ll get a taste of what Cold Steel felt. Then I’ll just walk out the door wearing this face.” Sam took a step closer blading off so the knife hand was toward Maya.
”There is no reason to undo what has been done to Iris. She is safer now, no longer patient zero on a daily plague to those around her. You may be too close to the issue to see it, but I have spared her from a life with her curse.” No one could ever see how Sam was trying to help people.
”Yes. Bluster away. Now move.” Sam waved the pistol slightly again. It was small with a short two inch suppressor affixed to the end, it wouldn’t do much for anything supersonic or with a lot of powder still burning at the end of the barrel. Sam had loaded it with high grain subsonic bullets with barely more than the primer to propel them. At worst the gun would sound like a clap with the sound of metal sliding. The bullets enchanted to reduce mutant power.
Sam knew each second meant Cold Steel would be closer. He also knew that Maya was a massive threat. Her ability to pop in and out of mirrors and potentially pull Sam through one was too big of a threat.
Maya’s power needed to be taken off the board. Sam pulled the trigger.
Sam narrowed her eyes. She knew what that meant, or at least had a very good guess. Cold Steel. The man who she had to stop in the park. Wild lunatic with ice powers. Sam could maybe manage Cold Steel again, but this would be a more difficult time.
”I wanted to be civil about this, but if you are going to get the muscle who attacks first and asks questions never…” Sam brought down her arms and lifted the front of her skirt with one hand and drew a pistol from a thigh holster with the other. Then the first hand reached into her blouse and produced a knife.
”Iris is healthy and I don’t want any harm coming to her or any other children here. Cold Steel almost killed a crowd before. Careless. Let me leave so your attack dog doesn’t cause anyone any harm.” Sam waved the pistol pointing it at Maya then to the side and back, indicating for her to step aside.
Sam’s cover was blown. Why did Becca have to have such an unintelligible way of speaking? Sam had worked to mimic it, but it was practically a different language.
”Whit? it's me, becca… Ah to hell with it.” Sam gave up. It was clear Maya wasn’t buying it. ”You were supposed to be busy with the parade of delivery men. Two more minutes and I would have been gone and no one would have been any wiser.”
Putting up her hands in a disarming gesture Sam said, ”I’m not here to hurt anyone. I am a humanitarian, I’m the one who cured Iris and I was checking to make sure it had not harmed her. Spoiler, it hasn’t. You’re welcome”