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 confirmed that she lived at the mansion. That was good. It confirmed the information Sam had collected. He just needed to find the child and get a moment away from Maya.
”It seems like a nice and fairly stable place… The recent attack notwithstanding.” Sam said accepting the coffee, ”Thank you.”
”I imagine it must be. I think this pantry is bigger than my whole apartment.” Sam closed the pantry and started pressing buttons on appliances, turning them on and off before checking boxes on the tablet. ”That’s all I need here. We can carry on, as long as you don’t mind me carrying the coffee around.” Sam gestured with the coffee then took a sip.
Sam raised an eyebrow to Maya. If he was the real Jason, all of those things would need to be true, or at least close enough to true for partial credit. There might have been a little grace, sometimes things just happened. ”It’s okay. I’m used to those kinds of jokes. No one particularly likes when I show up.” Sam said as he followed Maya.
”Sounds great, and a coffee sounds excellent. Thank you.” Sam pulled up an official looking checklist. It was convenient that Jason had gone digital and was using FaceID to unlock his devices. ”I’ll just take a couple minutes here.” Sam said as he started to open cabinets, drawers, and the pantry door. He made a show of checking things off as he went. Hinges were good, stuff wasn’t currently on fire, no blades were just laying about. Boring stuff.
”Do I have it right that some of the staff live here on site? I hope yous guys get overtime pay if you can’t ever leave the job.” Sam said, he was trying to make it sound like polite conversation—eep the inspection from being awkward—as he was trying to start fishing for usable information.
The Veil, a rather pretentious sounding name, but there was likely some sense to it. Regardless of the name, it sounded fine. A group who wanted to protect those who could use magic. Sam nodded as Rex spoke. It would make sense that such a group would oppose someone who brought too much negative attention to magic.
Sam wasn’t so narrowly focused on helping those who used magic, his goal was to help those who were cursed with a mutation. Perhaps he could work with others in the Veil to accomplish his life’s work. So he took the card that Rex offered.
”I might just do that.” THank you.” Sam flipped the card to see the back then stashed it.
When Rex told him what he was looking for wasn’t there, he swore to himself. ”That’s months of work undone… Nothing I can do about it now.”
The flame went away and Rex looked back to Sam. Then Rex spoke and Sam smiled to himself. Rex was someone who had their head on right. He didn’t agree with exactly what Sam had done, but at least the ideal behind it. That was the important part.
However, that was somewhat squashed as Rex kept talking and undid some of the new higher standing Sam had put Rex on. Ethics were a man made system to hold back visionaries. If the results were good for society and no one was harmed, the process of testing was irrelevant. It was a shame Rex didn’t see that.
Playing ball could be beneficial though. Less people would react negatively to someone who mostly followed what the masses viewed as ethical. Much like how Sam waited until he had a truly powerful variant of his magic to test before he tested on someone young and growing. Perform the experiments on those people who would care less about until the product is ready, then use it on children. That was the best way to ensure a child was not harmed, something Sam certainly didn’t want to do.
”Community of magic users? The only community I know of ended when they foolishly attacked the mansion.” Sam tilted his head slightly, ”I guess it makes sense. It would have had to have formed after the attack. I’ve spent all that time cut off from people… Fine. No more experimenting on children. I will simply observe what I have already done.”
The light in Rex’s hands seemed to hold his interest as Sam spoke. Odd, but that was how things worked with mutants and magic. Rex seemed satisfied enough to continue asking questions.
”Yes. The goal is to make a true cure for the x-gene. Allow those cursed by their mutation to walk free.” The flame stood still. Sam was truly altruistic, he was sacrificing his career, maybe his life in pursuit of saving mutants from their mutations.
Sam cocked his head slightly at Rex’s next question. ”I have to check on the child. The spell I used was new, I need to know how it is holding up after all this time. Is it weakening or is it harming the child, both are failures that need correcting.”
Now Sam felt it was his turn to ask a question, ”I don’t hear you calling for backup, that you cornered the ex-cop whom the X-Men, Blackforest Tactical, and the US government are looking for. Maybe… you agree with my goals?”
”Oh. Yes. A more crude version of the spell, it restricts the x-gene.” Sam confirmed. Rex was not making any moves against Sam and it didn’t matter if a firefighter knew some of what he could do. Especially when it was known he could do greater acts. ”For some the power is just diminished, others it is like it is stopping and starting.”
Rex then cupped a hand in front of himself and spoke another prayer or something and a small light appeared. Like from a small candle flame. Sam narrowed his eyes slightly and kept ready. Had he said too much? Was Rex a mutant, a mystic?
When Rex next spoke there was an intensity that had not been present at all that entire conversation. It made sense, he was asking about the child Sam had helped.
”I helped the child.” The flame stood still, ”Cured her.” The flame behaved as a normal flame. ”I would never willingly hurt a child.” The flame again stood still. ”She had a mutation that was infecting those she touched like some kind of patient zero. Locking the power away allows the child to have normal contact with other people without corrupting them.” The flame continued to hold still.
Sam eyed Rex as he seemed to be praying or quoting the bible. Either way was odd, but people often did odd things. Especially in confrontational situations. Following it though, he asked asked what Sam had done.
”Yes. That would be me.” Sam confirmed, ”I have found a way to save innocent people from their mutations. After years of refining, I can finally lock away a mutation, ending its cursed hold over the person who suffered it. The fire was… an accident. I was attacked while working and the tool I was crafting was faulty. It went wild.”
How would Rex respond? Did he understand the threat mutations were? The curse they were to those who had them. Sam readied himself, unsure of Rex's reaction.
Rex continued to block the door. Sam stood looking at him, deciding how to answer his question. Ultimately he decided to share some truth. Either Rex would agree with Sam’s convictions how to improve the world or he would set Rex’s uniform against him.
”This is my apartment.” Sam said, his face and voice losing what little humor they had. ”And my work that was ruined here.”
Sam knew he needed to be careful. If it came down to it, Sam felt he could manage Rex, but he didn’t want to have to. He liked the man, best firefighter he knew. Not to mention Sam didn’t want to have to hurt anyone. His goal was to help as many people as he could.
”I’m working the scene. There are items that had been here that someone has removed. I need to find out who took them and where.” There normally wasn’t much interdepartmental dialog between NYPD and FDNY. Sam didn’t think his disappearance and the suspicions about him would have made it to Rex through work related channels.
Rex’s next question had more steel to it.
”Ramirexz is okay. He’s resting in his SUV. Unharmed.” Sam said truthfully, he had put Ramirez to sleep without hurting the man.
While it may have been futile, Sam moved around some of the destroyed furniture and sifted. Hoping to find any remains of his work. Yet, none remained. Anything that wasn’t destroyed or yet unworked was removed.
Sam brushed the muddy ash from his hands and wiped his brow. He could still follow through with his plans. It was a minor setback, he would lose a little time and all the work on his new spells. A truly nasty piece of work. A spell to fracture a mutant’s x-gene. Something Sam worked on begrudgingly. A weapon to use against the mutants who couldn’t see the horror their powers wrought and would not gracefully accept a cure.
Sam heard a voice behind him, it sounded familiar. He turned and Saw his favorite firefighter.
”Good evening, Rex.” Sam said, knowing that if he didn’t handle the following conversation well, he might have to hurt the man. ”It’s been a while.”
In the firefighter uniform, Sam was less prepared to handle a situation. He had a few spells tucked away in a pocket, but he didn’t want to hurt Rex or draw more attention to himself.
Sam needed to move fast. His base of operation had been invaded, in his haste, Sam had started a wild magic fire. Hopefully the man who had started the attack on him was dead or severely damaged from Sam’s attack on his mutation.
The time was not quite right for Sam to approach the mansion, but it was fast approaching. He needed to collect the remains of his work. His spell book had been damaged but perhaps he could recover some of the work from what he was working on.
This led Sam to posing as a firefighter and entering the apartment to search the remains. The firefighter he had taken the uniform from was enjoying a nice nap in the back of his SUV. Tied up in case he woke up.
”No.” Sam hissed to himself as he stared at the room. Pressurized water had knocked everything around, but it was clear much of his work had been taken. No keys, knives, or bullets were to be found among the debris, aside from ones that were in containers off to the side. Ones that were unused by Sam.
”I will have to start from scratch… I hope that asshole died painfully, a victim of his own mutation.”
Sam faked a laugh with Maya. Jason would have laughed at the joke. ”It’s okay. I’ve seen enough to know to grade them on a curve.” Sam added a joke he felt Jason would make. ”Lead the way.” Maya leading was suboptimal but Sam could make it work. He just needed a minute separate from here with a chance to slip away.
”Mostly to make sure kids are actually doing school and that you guys are doing your best to keep the kids safe. The state just wants to see that little Timmy isn’t truant, can pass state testing, and isn’t going to blow himself up… Or be blown up by another student.” Sam then narrowed down to ”Basically I’m looking to make sure education is happening and there aren’t any drugs or weapons lying around.”
Maya seemed either unaware or like she had forgotten about the inspection. That worked to Sam’s advantage. She didn’t even try to fight Sam on him entering the building.
Step one: Complete.
”Thank you.” Sam said as he walked into the mansion, scanning around the interior. His head on a swivel for anything that might impede his mission or anything he might be ankle to use to his advantage.
”That’s the one. Though I have it written down officially as a ‘terrorist attack.’ Paperwork is easier that way.” Sam said, before changing the subject, ”Okay, well I’ll just jump into it. I’ll need to see the classrooms, the common facilities—kitchens, bathrooms, et cetera. The dorms, currently unoccupied is fine. And then anywhere that is still under construction that is affiliated with the school. I have been told the mansion serves as more than just a primary education boarding school. I don’t need to see what isn’t part of that. I have a map of the grounds and can do my round or you can lead the tour.” Sam pulled up a map on his tablet showing the mansion and what areas were deemed education areas. He hoped Maya would let him roam. He doubted he would have the luck, but it was worth a shot.
While waiting, Sam reviewed what he knew about the case. Jason had been to the mansion before, but not as the primary inspector. He was one of a small group that had gone after the mansion had been destroyed. Now that everything was settling down Jason was the primary inspector. Jason may have met people but it would be acceptable for him to have forgotten a few names.
Sam had made sure to brush up on the names of the faculty and other players at the mansion. It would only help in playing the part. This was how Sam knew it was Maya who opened the door of the mansion with a large mug of coffee in hand.
”Yes, good morning. I’m Inspector Jason Handler, New York Department of Education.” Sam produced Jason’s badge and ID. ”I’m here for the scheduled inspection.” Sam placed a disarming smile on Jason’s face, ”You guys have a great track record with the one recent issue. Should only take an hour and them I’m out of your hair.”
Sam returned the ID to his pocket and asked, ”Mind if I come inside?”
The confrontation with those paramilitary men had set Sam back but also created a need to move faster. Sam needed to check in on the child, see how his spell was holding. The use of it on Iris was the first he had done. A novel use. He needed data to work to improve the spell or if it worked perfectly, mass produce.
After a relocation and a short time getting everything in order, Sam was ready to approach the mansion.
Sam had planned his infiltration for the day of a governmental inspection. Following the attack on the mansion, state and local government agencies seemed to be taking a closer look into the goings on at the mansion. CPS, DoE, and more. Once Sam was able to get wind of an inspection date he pulled public records and found the address of the inspector.
Jason Handler, Department of Education inspector. He woke up that morning expecting an easy day. Pop over to the mansion, make sure everything was doing okay with the rebuild, make sure kids were attending classes, and go home.
Things quickly got derailed as when Jason stepped out of the shower he was jumped by someone, knocked unconscious, and woke up tied up and gagged in his closet.
Sam finished dressing in a nice business casual outfit complete with nice shirt and tie then looked in the mirror. He saw Jason’s ginger face staring back at him. He quickly collected Jason’t keys and wallet before leaving the apartment with a briefcase in hand and making his way to the mansion.
Checking the watch on his arm, Sam checked it against the calendar on his phone. He would just make it in time. Wouldn’t do to make Jason late to his appointment.
The DoE car pulled onto the mansion grounds and Sam parked it. He got out of the car and straightened his tie before taking a calming breath nad walking to the main entrance where he knocked and waited.
