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.
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”
Oh no. Sam knew it was already going poorly. Sam’s disguises were only good fakes of who they were trying to recreate. A genetic rewrite to create the mental image of a person, not that actual person. This meant there was always a possibility of something being wrong. Not to mention Sam was having to fake a difficult accent. ”Uh... A finishit ma thin. Came back an saw ye were busy sae A came tae see our child.” Sam tried to sell it with a smile and a confused look.
Sam had caught Maya looking at the cloudy mirror. Double shit. Sam had come prepared with a few odds and ends to help in case of discovery, but sitting on the floor, in a skirt and heels with an X-men team leader staring her down was putting an escape on hard mode. Since Iris had gotten up, Sam stood. Putting herself on relatively even footing with Maya if it went pear shaped. ”Is somethin wrong, dear?”
Sam played the part of the loving mother as she worked on Iris. She wasn’t the best at understanding the speech of children but she was making a concerted effort.
” Dae ye want it tae be blue? we can probably find a way tae make it blue for ye.” Sam said with a smile. Hoping the kid would not suspect that Sam was not Becca.
Sam was preparing to use the key to unlock and relock Iris’ powers when she heard someone at the door. She quickly stashed the key she had in hand before turning to see Maya walk in.
Shit.
”Yeah. Ma thin finishit up early an A wis able tae slip back i. A saw ye were a little occupiit wi ivery delivery driver i new york sae A came up tae see iris.” Sam said waving Maya over to her and Iris. That was a thing married people did. Kid is doing things, other parent shows up and you wave them over to join in the bonding time.
The woman who had been watching Iris left and Sam casually walked around the room, locating reflective things, mirrors, tv screen, anything like that and casually drew the knife across it. The surfaces immediately dulled and became unreflective. She didn’t want Maya just looking in and stopping Sam in the middle of her work, she wanted Maya to have to enter through the door. She wanted her to have to come from somewhere predictable, and with a bit of sound to announce the presence.
”A like yer tower, iris.” Sam said as she sat down next to Iris and ran a hand over her head and down her back. Sam was taking stock of the magic that she had used on Iris that had locked away her power.
Sam continued to talk to the child as she inspected her work. The spell seemed to have been somewhat reduced by time. Not so much that Iris’ power would be able to manifest itself, but enough to show Sam that the spell was not as permanent a fix as she had hoped. Perhaps she could reset it? Sam felt the weight of the key in her other hand, closed so Iris wouldn’t see it.
It took a little searching which Sam tried to do as inconspicuous as possible, but eventually she found the right room. She was able to hear Iris through the door so she was able to mentally prepare herself before opening the door.
There was a woman in the room with the child, Sam tried to place the face. He had gone over the mansion’s staff in preparation for the incursion but she couldn’t recall the face. The woman must be newer.
”A wis able tae slip away early. Ye can tak a break gin ye want, gae grab yourself a nice lunch. A can tak her from here.” Sam said, affecting his best attempt at Becca’s accent. Sam had practiced it but it was still foreign to her tongue. Sam smiled at the woman and then at Iris
Sam knew she needed to hurry this along. There was no telling how long Maya would be busy with the visitors… Or how long before she got suspicious of them being there and Jason being left to his own devices… While a mystic who can change forms was on the loose.
Sam nodded and said, ”Thank you. I’ll find you in the lobby.” then headed off in the direction Maya had indicated.
Once Sam had walked away and rounded the corner he smiled. He had a chance now. He hoped that enough people were at that door to buy him time. Time to assume a new disguise and make his way upstairs to find the child.
Entering the bathroom, Sam took out a knife and slashed the mirrors. He had specially prepared this knife for this occasion. There was a small flash when the blade contacted the mirrors and they went dull. The reflective glass became matte and cloudy. Then he set his briefcase on the counter, opened it and took out a key. It had a lock of his actual hair tied to it. He inserted it, twisted, and returned to his normal self.
From there, Sam turned on the tablet and found a picture of the person he was to become. Sam took a breath of air in his normal lungs before reinserting the key and turning it again. There was a flash and it was done.
Sam stepped out of the bathroom cautiously. No one in the hallway. Good. No one would have seen Jason step in and Becca step out.
The problem with the disguise is Sam was not familiar with Becca. He knew what she looked like and how she dressed when pictures of her were taken that found their way to public places. Sam hoped it would be enough. Sam had matched as close as he could Becca’s style from a picture of her in a professional blouse and skirt.
Sam had used the key to disguise himself as a woman before, it had been extremely useful while he was in hiding. No one was looking for a woman when looking for him. THat said, he was not used to wearing a skirt. Worse yet, Sam had had to practice walking in heels for this disguise. They weren’t very tall, blessedly, but not something he had prior experience with.
The briefcase and the tablet were stashed in the air duct, all of Sam’s magical implements had been stashed on his-no-her person. With great difficulty.
Sam tried to walk like she knew where she was going and like she was Becca as she made her way up stairs and toward the staff dorms. She just needed to find the right room.
Maya was cut off as she was about to say something she might not should have said. The doorbell rang. Then it ran again. Sam had placed a few calls on his way over. He checked his watch. Looks like people were arriving on time. This meant his distraction might work.
”All this food in the kitchen and they’re ordering pizza? Is this a high school or a college dorm?” Sam laughed and followed Maya out of the lab.
As they walked Sam pointed to a bathroom and asked, ”Mind if I use your facilities while you sort out the pizza guy?”
The pizza guy. The flower guy. The AC repairman, the a couple of mormons, mobile wine delivery service, DHL, and every other thing Sam could think of to have sending something to random students and faculty he found in the mansion’s records.
Maya affirmed that there was a science lab and led Sam to it. She explained that they had safety protocols for the superpowered kids. It made sense, the school had walking time bombs. They needed to prepare for when their powers inevitably went rogue.
Sam tested the door to the storage, nodding to himself when it didn’t budge. ”Looks good, looks good,” Sam said as he poked at the keypad randomly a few times, nodding when it didn’t let him in. Then he turned and went to a table and hunted around for equipment left out. Blades, burners, small patch of anthrax. Normal sciencey things.
Nowhere so far had offered Sam a good place to slip away and take a new form. He needed to move this along. ”Don’t even need to grade on a curve. My old high school always had burners and scalpels laying around. This place is very nicely put together. Kudos.” Sam made more notes on the tablet.
There needed to be some kind of distraction but Sam wasn’t seeing a good way to cause one. Perhaps one would present itself, or he could get into a bathroom with a window. Something would come up, he just had to be patient. He had laid some groundwork but wasn't sure it would pan out as he hoped.
”Excellecnt” Sam said before taking another sip of coffee. It was both a nice drink and something to keep a hand busy to keep him from messing up his role.
Maya indicated where everything was as they walked. Sam would occasionally lag for a moment as he checked on an outlet, a light switch, or some other mundane facet of the building. Always making notes or checking things off on the tablet he carried. He would then return to walking in step with Maya through the mansion.
Containing a smile was the hard part. Conveniently Sam had the tablet to bury his face behind for a moment. Iris was likely upstairs in the staff apartments, or near them. Sam really didn’t have a good excuse to get directions to that part of the building, but Maya had just casually given him the information.
”For the classes. I take it students can get a full education here. Math, reading, history, science. I’m assuming you maintain a well stocked science closet. Chemicals, burners, those shocky ball on stick things?”
