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.
Exiles will mostly build with the hype of/for Utopia. Seyta and Aura are and will be strongly against the "mutant state" however other members are free to choose yea-or-nay on the subject. With the full rise of Utopia, the Exiles can go many different ways. All depending on what Jaager does with his little antarctic paradise.
The potential to be both good-cop and bad-cop can be a real thorn in both Rag and X-Men sides.
>> "Sure we have a few minutes before he gets here."
With a smile Seyta took the lead, heading to where she hoped had been a safe place to hide her few belongings. Luck was on her side this day as the vent was undisturbed.
>> "You need help with anything?"
She shook her head kneeling next to the grate. “Nah. Just a duffel bag and my violin.” With a slight grunt she slid the grate out of place and reached into the duct work. Funny, she had seen spy movies where people crawled through these vents. In real life her stuff, much smaller that Seyta herself, barely fit.
>> "This place i know if we plan to use it for more then just a few of us, we may need to re negotiate my deal with the owner. "
“Seems like we are all set then.” Slinging her duffel bag and violin over each shoulder Seyta followed Aura back towards the street. Somehow it wasn’t a surprise that Aura had connections of some kind. The Order had been very well organized and ran multiple crime rings back in the day. There was no way for their enemies to track down every potential connection.
>> "I had lori retain a driver from the order for me, Guy can make illusion copies of himself but only within 50 yards of himself. "
Another connection. What was the phrase, hind sight is always twenty-twenty? Perhaps Seyta could have been better off had she played a bigger part in the Order, or if she had stayed in New York. “So, where are we going? Not Sanctuary, somewhere less obvious?”
Mutants are the new dominant species on the planet. As a “main focus” The Exiles seek the betterment of mutant kind. The end all goal is to see them as the rightful rulers of the world. In this the concept of “the ends justify the means” holds very true. The Exiles empower their members to carry out personal aspirations and goals that will improve the livelihood for mutants. Be this a government takeover, or building Sanctuary like shelters in other cities, or even establishing a neighborhood watch in a mutant community. As a faction the individual member don’t need to agree with each others methods. Simply to understand that we are all working towards the same goal. To help each other, and to elevate Mutant kind to its rightful place.
“The future is in our hands, what are you going to do about it?”
- A few ideas for starter missions
-Setting up patrols in mutant communities to protect from broken METAs or mutant haters (aka Bird Hunters).
-“acquiring” cure and M-drug research. -supporting (or removing the opposition of) mutant politicians -start protests against the use of METAs
- How are the Exiles unique from other currently active Factions?
X-men: We aren’t lame… Yes I said it... Exile members are not bound by moral codes and etiquette. Neither do they have to worry about “tarnishing” the factions reputation when a situation required bending rules. Members are free to take whatever action they feel is necessary, regardless of the consequences.
Ragnarok: Mindless killing and destruction are pointless. While drastic measures are needed at times, they are not to be taken lightly. Why force the creation of a “cure” when all a troubled mutant needs is control? Dividing the mutant population only causes us to fall backwards in our struggle against oppression.
>> ”...We could fill the power vacuum here that will be made by mutants heading to Utopia. Or we could try and take Utopia for our selfs by killing it's leader or making him obey."
Seyta listened quietly. There where many options. Each with their own advantaged and challenges. What they had to do was act though. All the planning in the world did nothing without action.
>> "Let me get a ride, we have much to discuss my Lovely friend and this might not be the best place to talk of killing a man or strategy. I know a good place we could go. It has hot water and a shower. Unless you got a better plan? "
The thought of a shower thrilled Seyta. As well as being somewhere safe. The METAs would be patrolling any moment now and she wanted to be at the nearest far away place as she could be. “As long as we can grab my things first… I left them stashed in an alley a few blocks down.”
>> "Sanctuary is not likely to want us there considering what it has become"
That was a very valid point. Seyta was bouncing from one abandoned building to the next. One or two people could operate like that but not an organization. She could find one of them that was possible to renovate though.
>> "What do we want out of this New order? I for one would like to stop acting like a thug. Make a difference for our kind, a solid impact"
Another fair point. Her main goal had been surviving the last few weeks. What was her plan if Devon of Lisa had called her? “Avoiding things like Mr. Jaager just proposed. I only know the rumors about what happened years ago in the camps. But it sounds like He wants to make a big one with a target on it.” Seyta leaned against the wall thinking for a moment before a genuine smile crossed her lips. “Why should we be corralled into some ‘special nation’? Mutation is evolution right? And since Evolution is natural, then nature had already decided our course of action. Become the next dominant species.”
>> "DO you know of Ragnarok?"
Seyta shrugged. “Some street gang as far as I know. Graffiti and such, but very wide spread. Unusually so.” Cults back in Salem worked mostly like non-violent street gangs. Each keeping to themselves, with the occasional scuffle over who was a member with who. None of them covered a large area like Ragnarok did though. She had seen their trademark R from one end of the city to the other.
>> "I have a significant amount of money if we need it"
Funding was also good to have. Most importantly to obtain a place to live and work out of. “That would be helpful. I’m still living on the streets here. I almost like it. I just wish it was easier to get a good shower.”
>> "What matters is not the order but that we continue to help our people."
Seyta listened, carefully focusing on her breathing so she didn’t withdraw her mind and freak Aura out. So Aura had tried to lead but it didn’t work out. The Order as a whole dissolved before the attack. This meant there where other members.
That meant they weren’t dead. Seyta brought one arm around to wipe the tears away. It was at that moment she remembered the knife in her hand. Her knuckles had gone white from gripping the hilt so hard. Putting the blade back in its sheath Seyta tentatively took a step away from Aura. With a grip back on her emotions Seyta could keep her mind relaxed enough to hold a normal conversation. No real risk of Aura forgetting and wandering off. Hopefully.
“We help them by pulling together. I… I left a calling card for any other members back at Sanctuary.” She forced a smile, a small plan starting to form in her head. Seyta wasn’t exactly a leader either, but possibly with Aura the two of them could make up the difference. “Just a message with our symbol telling them to stay safe. Lisa and the new janitor Devon have a number to call. They also know to call me Geist now.”
Seyta simply clung tighter feeling the aura fade away. Someone else was alive. Someone else made it. Was it coincidence? Fate? It didn’t matter how or why. Aura had made it through the attack, maybe others did to.
>> "So...are you ok?"
Seyta nodded, then shook her head. Not that Aura could easily tell since Seyta had her tear stained face buried on her shoulder, still sobbing silently. Seyta took several deep breaths between the sobs, forcing her mind to relax a bit. She was sure Aura would loose her if she let go, but perhaps they could talk like this.
“No… Nothing is ok...” She gave Aura a tight squeeze before leaning back to see her face. “The world ended… The dream ended. I left and then the order ended. Nothing is ok now.”
Seyta held her breath as she waited. An attack this close to Jaager’s announcement was not a good idea. Winning the fight wouldn’t be much of an issue, cleaning up afterwards would be. There was more than enough security around to have a sweep come through this alley at any time. Idiots like the sniper on the roof where one thing. An armed guard patrol with a possible META or adapted? More than she could handle so this needed to end quickly.
A moment later a woman ducked into the alley. A clear pink aura surrounded her. Seyta tensed, something about her was familiar, but she couldn’t place it. The woman looked around for a moment before the pink substance formed a knife and carved the order symbol into a boarded up window.
Aura… Seyta’s eyes snapped wide as she recognized the other member. “Aura! Oh god Aura!” Tears streamed down her cheeks as Seyta flung herself against Aura, arms wrapping around her in a hug. “It… It’s really you?” Seyta’s knees went weak as sobbing over took her, her arms unwilling to let go.
Money wasn’t something she worried about too much. She rarely needed more than fifty dollars on any given week. What little she needed in life was easy enough to steal, and when cash was required she had her violin. The violin happened to be the problem though. A string broke. Replacing said string cost more money than she had stashed away.
That meant pick-pocketing or… mugging. Guns where better for mugging, but her knife worked well enough. Frankly she didn’t like mugging people. It was too easy for things to go wrong. However she couldn’t easily rob a store or a house without METAs arriving. Avoiding those was a top priority.
So instead she found herself slinking through the back alleys in dressed as she did, no, dressed as she would be in the Pit. Moccasins, capris, tank top, and a poncho made from a black nylon tarp. From a distance it looked ridiculous, she knew that. However, late at night, in the dark, when a person could barely see it made her invisible without her mutation. With her powers, she felt untouchable.
Bad news for the girl she was following. The moon made enough of a glow to walk by, even possibly enough to spot Geist from a distance. The girl did not have distance on her side though. And the phone she kept checking was not going to be of any help. Geist almost felt bad for her. Almost, but she needed the money.
Geist waited until they where passing an alley, best to stay out of view. Then she sprinted up and flung her arms around the girl, one hand going to cover her mouth, the other holding her ka-bar across the girls chest. “Don’t do anything stupid and this will be over quickly.”
Seyta's application to the list (under her alias of Geist) adjust as necessary, I do tend to be a bit heavy handed on her mutations effect on nameless NPCs
Any # - Geist
-Real name unknown -Appearance unknown -Sex/gender unknown believed female -Age unknown -Residence Unknown possibly homeless -Mutation effects ability to perceive this individual *extent unknown -Confirmed interactions state strong mutant supremacy beliefs -Highly aggressive and violent towards non-mutants
As soon as he had her number and the paper Seyta withdrew her mind. With the Order gone she had no reason to stay. Former members where potential targets so the Sanctuary offered her no safety either. One of the abandoned buildings nearby would have to be her lodging for the night.
A mechanical whirring sound echoed down the hall as she slipped towards the door. Devon, still focused on the paper, seemed to be talking to her. But by the time he had finished his sentence Seyta. No... Geist. Geist suites me better Geist was already walking down the street, The golden doors standing oddly closed to her.
Seyta liked central park, mostly for a lack of METAs, but it was also a calming place. The warmth, the natural beauty, the escape from the city. It was also an excellent place to earn some cash. Not a lot, but it was a better than nothing. Plus if thing went really poorly she could just start picking pockets.
The poncho was more in the way than she had expected. Still it did it’s job, which was to conceal the knife on her belt. Most of the morning had past since she started and it was getting rather warm. Didn’t bother her though. Well it did but her spot was nicely shaded and there was a breeze. A few people stopped to listen now and then. Some dropped coins, a few dropped bills. She put on a small bow for those who tipped nicely.
>> “Lindsey Stirling. Ambitious for the middle of Central Park. How are you not melting?"
Seyta raised an eyebrow seeing the man drop her a twenty. He hadn’t been listening long so it was a small surprise. “Thanks, I try my best. As for the melting. You get use to it after a while.” Still eyeing the twenty she took a moment to make sure she was relaxing her mind. Vanishing on a paying customer was bad form. “So, do you have any requests? I can’t promise specific songs, but I know a lot.”
Seyta dropped the last few feet from the fire escape. With a stretch she relaxed her mind and did her best to look casual as she walked away from the rally. No need to do anything suspicious...yet.
>> "Seyta?"
Purely on reflex she withdrew her mind. She had yet to meet anyone who knew her, and having learned of the Orders demise hearing her own name was not a positive. Whoever was looking for her would now really try hard to follow her.
Without looking to see who it was that called. Seyta stepped back into the alley towards the fire escape she had just descended. There wasn’t anything to really hide her from view but with her back to the wall Seyta simply needed to watch the street until whoever it was came around the corner. Her mutation would do the hard work. The Ka-bar in her hand would deal with any complications.
The roof offered a very nice view of the plaza, which was overly crowded. Jaager Worldwide sure knew how to generate a buzz. Hence why she took the rooftop instead. Normally it was much safer down among swarming masses, but there were enough METAs to negate that.
Ambrose Jaager took the stage. She couldn’t see him all to well from this distance, but he seemed likeable enough. His speech began simply. The Odessa tragedy, the frustrations of rioting. “But what are you planning Mr. Jaager?”
Utopia… It sounded amazing, but wrong. Mutants we NOT less than human. They where better than human. Putting everyone all in a single location was a terrible idea. Memories of her last days in the PIT came to mind. A dead world. It was humanities fault. Why punish the mutants?
Beyond furious with his proposed Utopia she pushed herself up from her prone position. Glancing to the sniper, who had been oblivious the entire time as she broke onto the roof and laid down next to him, she chuckled. “Glad to see Mr. Jaager has such wonderful security.” With that she slipped off to the fire escape and left him to his job.
