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.
Sam shrugged, Svetlana could believe what she wanted. His bag of tricks had nothing that messed with mutant powers. Further denying would do him no good so he let it drop. She could believe what she wanted.
”I’d have gone with keyring” Sam said, a purse could hold more than just the three things. Sam did not fail to notice the knife was left on the counter. He left it alone. No sense making it an issue by taking it at that moment. ”Yes. I can make a few trinkets that help me in my work. No, MRC does not know. Mystics aren’t exactly common knowledge. Walking in and announcing I’m Samuel the White won’t accomplish much more than to get me sent to a shrink. As for telling you, most likely no. We have a business arrangement. My ability to make a knife that makes people’s clothes arrest them or a key that gives me more time to take someone to a hospital aren’t exactly germane.”
Sam walked over to the counter and took a beer in one hand and an ice pack in the other. He sipped the beer and pressed the ice pack to his lower ribs. He stepped away from the counter to stand more in the middle of the space. His eyes scanned as he sipped his beer. He was looking for cameras and anywhere a weapon could be concealed. A blending of what he had been up to lately with his police training.
After removing her torn sweater and gloves and washing out her mouth, Svetlana went straight to the heart of it. Did his bag of tricks have anything that messed with mutants.
”No.” Sam said before walking back to the counter and setting his beer down. ”Look. Here’s what I have.” Sam removed a pair of keys, they looked dated. Older style keys like a home would have before the more modern mass produced and standardized designs. Both keys had unique patterns of sigils and runes engraved in them. ”Add the knife and that’s my whole bag of tricks.”
Were Svetlana to demand to see his gun, there was nothing to find. His sidearm was unenchanted and all the mystical bullets he had in his spare magazine were fired. As always, the top 3 in the magazine.
Sam gave a small chuckle, ”Oh, I hear myself. I sound a lot like the nonuplet you questioned, only with more jokes.”
Svetlana let them into the apartment. It was small, as most apartments were in New York City. Very uninteresting for something Haven had. However, that was almost precisely the point. Svetlana made her way to the the fridge and offered Sam beer or ice.
”Yes.” Sam called in reply as he made his way over to a window to glance outside.
Sam rolled his eyes. ”Muy thai. They didn’t beat us up at Armadillo House.” Sam deflected with a mention of the Perry Hotter series.
On the stairs, Sam added, ”No owl is bringing me a letter, I don’t have some wand to swish and flick around. I have a magic knife. A knife that makes apprehending criminals easier.”
”Not going to Haven is a good call. The boss walking in looking like she just got in a street fight would raise a few questions.” Sam agreed, ”A stocked fridge’ll work.”
It was clear Svetlana wanted to talk about what had happened and what was the story with Sam’s knife… and how that fit in with muting mutant powers. Doing that without prying eyes and ears was best.
Svetlana asked if Sam was injured.
Sam patted himself on the torso a few times, ”Scuffed up a little. Nothing serious. I’ve had worse from training.”
Sam sighed and withdrew his hand. Svetlana was going to make things difficult. No good deed goes unpunished and saving the woman from the nine assailants was a very good deed.
It wasn’t paramount that Sam got the knife back. After so much use the blade was likely very close to depleted. Entropy would leave it merely a blade before long. It was simply easier to re-enchant the knife than to prepare another. It also meant there wasn’t an object in the world that bore his work in sigils.
”I… could use a bite.” Sam said as he followed Svetlana out. She likely assumed that she had leverage over Sam. Perhaps there was a way to use that? He’d have to see what the woman wanted first. ”What were you thinking?”
Threatening the man’s manhood did the trick. He spilled all the beans, or at least as many beans as he had. He didn’t strike Sam as the sharpest bulb in the box. Regardless he gave them a possible name, ‘Multiple,’ while also confirming they already knew what the guy looked like.
Done with the goon interrogation, Svetlana was ready to move on unless Sam wanted to book them.
”We can go. We took their toys away and a cell would likely be a safer place for them. I don’t think their boss’ll be too happy with what happened today.” Sam said, turning to leave before turning his head back to Svetlana and holding out a hand, ”My knife, please.”
The goon was willing to talk, but wasn’t so interested in answering questions. He seemed to think Sam belonged on their side, whatever side that was. The side of goonery? No thanks.
Poking the goon with the knife seemed to provoke an answer, just not a good one. This left Svetlana threatening to stab it into the man’s underwear. This had Sam smiling, he had never done that nor considered it.
”Oh, that doesn’t sound pleasant. I’d tell her what she wants to know. I can’t guarantee you’ll still be the same after that… I guess reconstructive surgery has come a long way. You might be fine, what’s a little loss of sensation when you can proudly tell your boss you kept your mouth shut?”
Svetlana made it clear that she had questions. Which only made sense and was a good reason for Sam to not call for backup, yet. Sam gestured for Svetlana to carry on. She was pointing the knife at the man’s throat, it couldn’t slide the man’s throat but they didn’t need to know that.
Sam sat on the edge of a table with the bracelet he had taken in hand. Svetlana could handle the interrogation, they were after her afterall. What interested Sam the bracelets. He had yet to run into an object empowered by magic. It was normal for him but clearly less common among other mystics.
It was an opportunity to learn. Especially considering it might be related to the same school of magic Sam was most competent in.
The goon formerly known as duplicate seemed to feel that glares were sufficient answers to Svetlana’s questions. ”Look, friend. You know what my knife was doing, you don’t want me digging deeper into my bag of tricks now do you? It really would be easier for everyone if you just talked.” Sam pocketed the bracelet. He could investigate it later in more detail.
More glare, but this time it was directed at Sam.
”The hard way it is.” Sam stood up and walked toward Svetlana and the goon, reaching into his pocket.
“W-wait.” The goon said.
Sam stopped and waited. Maybe his use of a magic item gave the man a clue as to what was going on with the knife. Sam could play off any fear the man had of the things his patron could do.
The gunshots did their magic. The first few didn’t seem to have much of an effect beyond tearing holes in pants and causing pain. As more bullets followed, the leg turned red and then began to bleed. As the final few struck the wound became a gnarly mess. The damage had been divided but the math of dividing the damage from 16 bullets was not in the duplicates’ favor.
Sam instinctively reloaded his sidearm as he scanned the duplicates who were all dealing with equally and identically damaged legs. ”Very.” Sam said in agreement with Svetlana as he pulled out a pair of hinge cuffs. ”I have one pair.”
It was not an ideal situation. Arresting all the men and then having to explain, why he was there, why Svetlana was there, why do the men all have the same story about a knife that made their clothes restrain them. ”I can get backup here if you want them brought in. My brothers in arms might have some questions though.”
Svetlana was most likely right. There was likely no reason there had to be an original, but it was more likely that there was. Sam knew well about changing one person to another and it was hard enough to accomplish. Changing several to all match… Needless to say, having a living template would simplify everything.
At the call for the knife, Sam swept the knife through the air to force one of the duplicates to back off. Sam turned, stepped closer, used the knife on the duplicate’s clothes, and then Sparta kicked him off Svetlana as he flailed uncontrollably before his clothes restrained him.
At that moment Sam wished he had made a second of the knives. ”Here.” Sam held the blade of the knife and held the hilt to Svetlana. His other hand was reaching to claim the bracelet from the duplicate.
With the bracelet removed, the man changed to what was most likely his normal face. This, like when Svetlana removed the first, served to only further anger the remaining duplicates.
One less duplicate was good, but Sam knew the magic in the blade was waning. He didn’t know exactly how many more it would work on, but it would be close if it managed all the rest. On a hunch Sam said, ”Might know why they don’t like us taking the bracelets. Keep them back.”
Sam drew his pistol again and swapped magazines back to one loaded with the more vanilla Gold Dots and mag dumped the closest duplicate in the leg.
”They’re the mob’s fruit basket. Got it.” Sam swiped the knife toward one of the men and he jumped back from the blade.
Svetlana used the breathing room to remove what turned out to be the most recently restrained man’s mystical fitbit. Once she did he changed to another man. Sam’s eyes indeed when he saw it. His brain working to piece together what might have been going on. Possible illusion magic, he’d seen it before. What made more sense though was some kind of somation. Somation was something Sam understood, especially enchanted objects that used it.
The bracelet might be making them identical by making them look identical through a couple different means, but the damage reduction. Sam had a suspicion that damage was being divided. The anger at the first man having his bracelet removed seemed to confirm that suspicion
Sam needed one of those bracelets. Only way he was getting one was to deal with the other duplicates.
”Goodie... Well, at least we know how it works.” Sam said. ”Steal all the fitbits.”
Between the pair of them, Sam and Svetlana were slowly restraining all the assailants. Svetlana had left the knife in the jacket of the man she’d restrained the arms of.
Sam used the chair to keep the men beyond arm’s reach as made his way toward Svetlana. ”It’ll hold ‘em for a few minutes. Not sure how many more times it’ll work though.” Sam said before recovering the knife from the most recently restrained man.
”These friends of yours?” Sam asked, the chair discarded and the knife held at a high ready. By that point the men had realized that it was an actual threat to them.
Sam picked up a chair and used it to hold back one of the men like he was a lion tamer. When in a fight like a bar fight, falling back on the Bas Rutten system wasn’t a bad move. ‘make some distance and grab a chair.’ The man wrote the book on how to win a bar fight.
Svetlana called out that she thought it was magic. That wasn’t news to Sam. Knowing the men weren’t mutants made the list of options short. It was magic or the most advanced robots he’d ever seen.
Sam swung the chair and bowled a man over before calling back to Svetlana. ”The knife. Hit their clothes with the knife!”
The knife’s magic had worked, that was good. If Sam was careful he could hopefully restrain all the men. Restrain first, ask questions later. It was a good policy when one didn’t want to end up dead to a not-mutant and his family of identical thugs.
”Yeah.” Sam replied. He knew Sveltana was sniffing around his ability to restrain powers, but he needed to stop the men before they killed one or both of them. Sam also could confess to restraining people and hopefully throw her off the trail. Not ideal but best he could hope for.
Sam kicked one of the men. Blessedly he was pushed back by the force. It looked like injuries didn’t seem to stick or were muted at least. Physics, though, was still king. The man pushed back, Sam sliced another man and then threw his knife at the man restraining Svetlana.
The man Sam had sliced gave a repeat performance of the first man. However, Sam was not some fancy knife throwing army ranger or anything. Instead of sticking in the man’s back and controlling all the clothes above his waist, the knife clipped his pants on the way past.
