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.
Null stood outside the apartment building as a crowd of people marched out in a less orderly fashion than they should. A building on fire, people’s lives being upended due to people’s addictions to their mutations.
Opening the book of diagrams, Null looked over how much damage had been done. His use of magic was a precise art. Every symbol, sigil, and rune had a meaning as did its placement. Every page lost was months to years of experimentation and effort wasted. Several of his more recent works were lost or damaged. Null swore to himself.
It was a setback but he would recover and help save the world from their curse. Every person deserves a life free from mutation.
Sam was snapped back to where he was by the sound of fire engines approaching. It was time to leave. He closed his book and held his key. He just needed to slip away and return to hiding.
Sam swore to himself. He had managed to handle one paramilitary attired assailant but now there were two more.One with electricity and another with blades. Not to mention the guns they had.
”Come now. Let’s not be hasty. That didn’t work out for him.” Null hooked a finger to Ranger’s warping form on the ground. ”I can see that I’ve been beat.” Null raised his hands.
”Put down the gun. Slowly.” Whirlwind moved his hands further apart, the electricity continuing to arc across the gap filling the room with a painful, shifting light.
”Of course, of course.” Null said as he lowered his arms before quickly firing a spray of three rounds toward Whirlwind who tried to move out of the way. One of the three still made contact.
”Mistake!” called the man with the blades behind Null.
Null turned just in time to catch the blade in his side and then with one arm hold the blade in place. Null fired another round into that man and the blade broke off the man’s arm. Null let it drop and then drew a knife which he sliced on both men’s paramilitary outfits. Immediately they began to flail before wrenching the men’s arms around
Sam covered his eyes when he saw the stun grenade bounce into the room. He kept his left hand on the key and poured his anger, frustration, and pain into the knife as the grenade went off.
The knife flared as it took in too much power and light poured out of the engravings, the left hand scrawled sigils creating a rainbow of colors. Sam grasped it tightly, dropping the tool he had been using, and brought the blade up to bear as the man who had invaded Sam’s space came through the doorway.
Sam slashed, expecting to have more time before the man was on him. He was much much faster than Sam anticipated but the blade still made contact. A brilliant flash of light filled the room, blinding both men. Then a ripple of power followed by an explosion which drove both men from each other.
Glass shattered, fires started, and the air was filled with the smell of ozone. The knife blade had melted. Sam crawled up to his knees as the world seemed to spiral around him. Unsteadily Sam made his way to his feet and reached for his diagram book when someone entered the room through the window.
Sam kept looking between the door and the knife. He needed to finish his work quickly. It was only a matter of time before the man came through the door, or sent another stun grenade into the room.
”I helped that kid! She was cursing all those around her, putting spots on their skin like some mark of evil. I cured her of that, now she can live life as a normal child.” Sam said as he focused on pouring power into the knife as his left hand etched. Sam’s split focus kept him from noticing the knife was heating as the power was forced into it. More than it was ready for.
Null sat at his desk, slowly etching away at a knife. He had noticed some out of place characters the past week and out of an abundance of caution had begun work on a new weapon. A faster way to seal away powers was proving difficult to manage, so Sam was working on something to damage a power. Take a mystical spike and drive it directly into the X-gene. If he couldn’t remove it, maybe he could render it unable to work or make it dangerous to the user. Keep them from using it out of self preservation.
There was a soft sound at the door. Sam set down his tools and got up. He walked into the main room of the apartment just in time for a pop that blew the doorknob off. His eyes went wide. He had been found. He turned to head for his work bench as the door opened and a grenade was thrown in. He had just enough time to cover his eyes before the flash. The bang still hit him like a wall of force. Rattling his teeth and filling his ears with ringing.
Sam hurried out of the room as someone entered the apartment behind him. Sam grabbed his pistol in one hand and an engraving tool in the other. He pointed the pistol at the door frame and touched the tool to the knife. A muffled voice could be heard calling out to him. Difficult to understand through the ringing and cotton that Null felt like he had in his ears.
Sam was booking it. Everything had gone poorly and his management of Cold Steel had created a dangerous environment. For everyone. Cold STeel—to his credit—was trying to keep the innocent people away. Sam didn’t want them to get caught in the crossfire but there wasn’t much he could do. The iceman had chosen violence. Any injuries were his fault.
Doging a spike of ice as he moved to get away from the park, Sam could hear Sveta yelling behind him.
”He attacked first. I simply stopped him.” Sam called as he stepped onto the pavement. ”Think of it as an upgraded taser.”
Sam quickly checked his phone and then looked past the crowd of looky-loos. There, a portal had opened. Wasting no time, Sam shoved a man out his way and dove for the portal.
The knife caught and drove in. Sam released in and continued his slide. A few yards past Cold Steel, Sam threw himself back to his feet. A quick scan to see where Sveta and the other icemen were. One was headed toward the one that was downed and having a tonic-clonic. Must have been the real Cold Steel. The other was running for Sveta.
Sam brought up his pistol with one hand and reached for a magazine with the other. As he brought the magazine toward the gun to swap, he noticed Sveta had sidestepped the iceman and had her pistol brought to bear. Sam swore as one magazine dropped from the pistol.
Missing the grab, Sam threw himself to the side and slid. It carried him several yards quickly where he sprang back up, slamming the new magazine home. He fired the first shot, toward Sveta and a few at the seizing iceman before running. The first was magic to mitigate powers. The follow up rounds were from a magazine with regular gold dot hollow points.
Sam had hoped he could use the seizure to break through the ice and then hit Cold Steel with a power restraining round but Sveta was making it difficult. As usual.
It would be a severe understatement to say things were going poorly for Sam. Sveta was yelling and running and icemen were all over the place making his ensorcelled bullets moot.
Before Sam could fire another volley of magic bullets, one of the icemen fired beams of power that sprouted a wall of ice spikes behind Sam.
”Shit…” Sam breathed as he fired at one of the icemen before diving and sliding forward under the flying kick from one of the other icemen. As he slid under Sam lanced out the knife. It was angled to catch and use the force of Sam and the iceman’s opposite movements to drive home. Sam being ready to release it once it was in.
There was a moment of calm after the mention of the kidnapping, but it was short lived. The group of Cold Steels all erupted into a cacophony of annoyance. Baseless claims, that were right on the money, but unprovable and that’s what mattered.
The moment the Cold Steel’s began to move, Sam sprang into action. His mental rehearsals—and actual practice over the last several years—had greased the proverbial wheels in the mental pathways of his motions. With speed and precision, Sam drew his service pistol from a hip holster and rocked the barrel up at his hip. While he did that his second hand produced a knife.
Shots rang out as Sam hammered the trigger as quickly as he could transition. Firing on all the Cold steels and at Sveta as the muzzle passed her. Each shot ensorcelled to mitigate the mutant gene. After making a full spin and firing at all targets, Sam sliced the blade against his jacket and pants. A light flashed as the blade passed through them without damaging them. As he slashed he threw himself to the side to avoid a Cold Steel lunging at him.
Sam hit the ground and slid like he had landed on a slip and slide he let go of the knife as he slid. With an unpracticed hand he caught himself and arrested his momentum so he could stand up several yards away.
”Stand down! I’m NYPD and that is an order!” Sam pointed the pistol back at the closest of the Cold Steel’s and drew another knife with different sigils engraved into it than the first.
Sam kept his hands where they were. He was making no offensive or defensive moves but was continuing to not comply with Cold Steel’s demands. One does not comply with terroristic threats.
”I’ll forget these threats if you just slow your roll and call IA. Handle this in a less destructive manner. No one here wants this to end bloody.” Sam said. He could see the writing on the wall. His hand was soon to be forced.
It was then that Sveta called for Cold Steel to wait. Sam breathed a sigh of relief that then turned to a look of surprise followed by one like he had just been stabbed in the back. Sam was pulling on his years of poker experience to keep his face how he wanted.
”No.” Sam said plainly. ”I wasn't involved in your kidnapping.”
Sure, Sam had done something to Iris but he had not assaulted her. He would never harm a child. He had made sure to keep the child happy and safe. He left the child safer for his actions. It was a genuinely offending accusation. He could only shake his head at Sveta. She didn’t understand. What Sam did was for the benefit of all people, especially the young who couldn’t control what they could do.
As the situation developed, it got worse, quickly. Cold Steel had Sam surrounded and he was irrationally angry. Sam held up his hands at chest height but did not comply with Sam’s demands.
”I’d rein that in, friend. You’re threatening an on duty law enforcement officer.” Sam said as he looked at all the icemen around him. ”And Sveta, you’re right. I am a cop. I have not assaulted anyone. Last I saw the child she was happy and healthy. Safe from the horrors of the world."
Sam’s brain was whirling. He would have to move fast if Sam acted. He rehearsed his moves in his mind. One hand would get his gun, the other a knife. He would have to hipfire and then transition to some quick knife work. He would not allow himself to be touched by Cold Steel.
”We’re all adults. Just call IA and have them join us. Settle this without anyone getting hurt. I can’t have your ice harming innocent civilians.” Sam said, his eyes going to the people who had started to gather at the edge of the winter wonderland.
Sam responded to Svetlana’s anger by standing up. He couldn’t understand what she was saying but he certainly picked up the tone. He brought his hands up in a disarming gesture, a confused look on his face, and his phone in his hand.
”What are you talking about? I’ve never and would never attack a child.” Sam said in response to Sveta after she finally found her way back to English. ”What happened? Before Something happens that someone regrets, let’s talk.”
As Sam spoke his breath came out in mist. The temperature was dropping. He knew what that likely meant and he mentally swore to himself. Without looking at it, Sam turned on his phone, traced his lock pattern, and then with a glance at it to make sure he hit the send button correctly, sent another text message before stowing his phone.
”If you think I did something, there are proper channels. Internal affairs.” Sam could see the X-man known as Cold Steel rocketing toward them with an ice storm in his wake. Was that, multiple Cold Steels? ”Calm down!” Sam yelled to Cold Steel. ”I’m not fighting an X-man! We can clear up this misunderstanding. What toddler, how did I attack them?”
Sam looked up from his phone just in time to see Sveta before she called to him in a voice that would have frozen blood in the veins of someone not prepared for it.
Waving his burger at Sveta, Sam held up a finger in the universal sign for ‘one second’. He continued to chew as he set the burger down on top of the bag it came from and reached for his drink. While he worked to clear the food from his mouth he snapped his phone over to his messages and sent a text before turning off the screen and putting the phone in his pocket.
”Howdy, Svetlana.” Sam said, wiping his hands with a napkin. ”Not a usual meeting location. Something I can help you with?” He asked face and tone asking the other question of ‘why are you in such a huff. He was all but certain of why she was there, but why give up the game. She had no proof and no one was actually harmed.
Sam looked around but didn’t see a trash can immediately near him so he stayed seated and placed the used napkin near his burger to throw away later.
Sam sat on a bench and looked out across the grass. He unwrapped a burger that he had just purchased from a street vendor. Wagyu, sharp white cheddar, mayo, mustard, sriracha, and pickled red onions on a toasted bun. A bit gourmet but Sam had a feeling he was on borrowed time so he might as well splurge while he could.
It had been a few days since the attack on the mansion. The day Sam had sealed away that young girl’s curse. So far no one had come for him but he knew Svetlana was a sharp cookie and would puzzle out he had done it soon if she hadn’t already.
Never one to leave his fate to chance, Sam had made preparations for the coming confrontation. He was never without several prepared spells and had the cavalry on speed dial. This left him as protected as he could manage so he went about his day. Early morning to meet with an informant then do a little research before taking a late lunch in central park.
It was a nice day out so Sam felt comfortable sitting in the sun with his suit jacket on. He had a few extra napkins on hand in case his burger went rogue on him. So he ate and checked through emails on his phone. Occasionally setting the burger down on its packaging to take a drink.
Sam had to admit the kid was cute as she stood there pouting about the key being put away. Likewise, her surprise at nothing happening when she touched Sam’s hand was cute.
Smiling Sam now felt he was truly doing the right thing. The kid could now play tag without spreading dots or whatever other curse she otherwise would be bestowing that day. Hopefully she would never know who had helped her and just grow up thinking she had been spared by fate, God, an angel, or the spirit of Christmas.
When the kid tagged Sam a second time he smiled and said, ”Oh. Tag. Am I it now? Let’s go find some more people to play with. More people we can keep safe.”
