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.
When it seemed that the rebel red light would not change, suddenly it did it. Giving Markus the ability to move forward again by the familiar streets. Central Park was almost visible from where they were so soon she would arrive to her home. That was comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. She would have a hot bath waiting for her with a meal cooked by her excessively generous cook. But she would also have to call her father to inform him of what had happened. At least she could take the liberty to change some little things to look like the victim and not like the one to blame for everything that had happened.
"When we arrive, do you want to come inside for a cup of tea?" Maybe if she manage to make the man talk with her father, she would not have to lie. Hearing the story from the lips of her messiah would sure make his father forget that Celeste had been in trouble.
The logical conclusion for Markus´s reply was simply. They were helping the poor, because poor people never had where to go, when someone with money had that ability. That's just anger her, poor people were always asking for help. Always so useless as to help themselves. Always trying to steal their things, always blaming them for being wealthy. She hated them more than anything else in the world. Even more than punks.
The question was so stupid that Celeste could not help but let out a small laugh. When she recovered she hastened to reply. "Money. Of course. There is no better reward." Assure the child who loved all the possibilities that money gave her.
Part of the slow motion sensation was created for the excitement of arriving home after the long day, but the traffic lights were also putting their bit to make her journey as slowly as possible. Somehow they seemed to get caught up in all the traffic lights.
The story had been too simple to be compare to the wonderful stories her grandfather told her. Still it answered her question perfectly but also generated new questions about other things that were equally important. "So your party help the poor?" Because in the news and newspapers masses were always formed by the poor, and the minority belonged to an elitist society with luxuries that the masses could not even imagine.
Even with many unanswered questions, she attempted a new one that perhaps would give her the knowledge she wanted, though it was likely that it would only generate more questions. "Why to use a hammer and not another object?"
Even if the answers were not entirely revealing, it was just a way to pass the time until they reach her building. The time seemed to move slowly now she began to recognize the landscape and knew that her house was nearby. The excitement and the anticipation of the arrival were changing the fluid time into something thick and slow. And if at the end of her trip, she still had doubt about the Conformatism, she could surf the net for more info. Or she could simply let her father to investigate, to deliver later his reward.
The girl nodded with confidence. "That would be perfect." She said while the driver performed his own suggestion giving Celeste a strange business card. Black, red and silver. An odd combination of colors that held some meaning that she could not guess.
It was necessary that the man inform her they were close to her home, just by looking outside the car she could see all these familiar streets that she used to walk. Still she politely nodded, confirming the fact that they were close. Once they reach Central Park they would have only had to go around the park to reach the building, located right on the corner that gave her a beautiful view of the park.
Pushed by uncontrollable curiosity she asked the question before it could grow more in her head. "What does it mean?" That strange symbol was formed by a lightning and a hammer that reminded her a lot to the hammer and sickle of the Soviet Union, so that "business" picture was a strange occurrence to use in the United States of America. But it also made her remember her own coat of arms that her generation barely had knowledge since their parents generation neither have it, instead her grandparents still remembered one or two meanings of the glorious coat of arms of the Manfrella family, and claimed that in the past, each family member knew every part of the sigil as if it were the palm of their hand. If Markus had more things in common with her grandfather, he would have a great history for that unusual two elements. So she remained in silent waiting for his reply.
Although it seemed that the symptoms of these few seconds without oxygen would never finish, she slowly began to recover the ideal state of oxygenation in her body, and when that happened the girl felt as if she began to see after being locked in the dark for while. All her senses were sharpened with the gift of life that she had given herself when she gave up. It was not magic what enhanced her senses, but a necessity to enjoy the life around her. So her ears caught the sound of the cars, the leaves of trees, small animals running through the grass, while her skin felt the moisture in the soil and the fresh air. It did not matter that her clothes were covered with mud, or that she had to search every one of her things before leaving, she was alive and that was very important.
Even her eyes began to appreciate the world in a different way, she could almost swear that everything had become clearer, everything had more clarity and won brightness. So brilliantly that even the darkness that had become more profound and thick could not impair her senses. Life was so bright, or perhaps maybe the lights of the buildings were lit in unison to honor the winner.
What she did not expect was to receive a compliment from a woman who had nearly killed her, but she still nodded accepting her words. Then the woman continued talking, giving her tips for avoid future fights so again, she nodded even harder. Then, while she was still there kneeling and nodding like crazy, the woman approached her and offered her own hand. No doubt assaulted the girl that time, she immediately replied giving her hand to her. So with an eery calm that made her look like a doll, she let the stranger help her get up and then both finished the action with a professional handshake. The situation was so ridiculous that she even allowed herself to smile.
Adrenaline made the time move in slow motion. The gray goblin jumped over her and stay suspended in the air trying to reach her with claws and teeth. The noise of battle had also fallen, now it was distant, ironically as if in a dream. Then everything accelerated again. She saw the satisfaction on the goblin´s face as he began to descend directly over her, but also saw a spear and how it nailed the gray chest of the creature. Instead of falling, the spear held him there, and holding the spear was the green goblin she had painted. "The Queen." Said the girl, when she realized she had to save her body even when she was not in there. "You're the queen." Replied the goblin with his metallic voice. While his voice still remained in the air, down the hall came the teddy bear holding a sword and a shield, behind him came several goblins, but one by one the skilled bear achieved to stun them with blows of his shield, or cuts from his sharp sword.
She was so focused on the battle that she never realized when the goblin took her by the hand and began to pull hard, until she finally followed the insistent goblin away from the battle. Where was he taking her? Before she could ask, she saw the stone steps. They were to go down, and escape the castle. Her hopes of escaping crumbled when she saw how countless goblins climbed the stairs, accompanied by humans and greatest things she believed to recognize as trolls. So they went up instead of downside. She went up, while his brave Knight fought using the extra distance that gave the spear. Still there were too many for him. As she feared, she reached the end of the tower, there was only one way out and was jumping out the window. A fall that would end in certain death. Resigned to die at the hands of the enemy the girl waited. The first to enter the room was Guglin, followed by two goblins who died pierced by the mighty spear. Willing to continue fighting in the small space he took two goblins´s swords. "Jump." Said the little man. "Jump." Once more. "Where?" Asked the girl afraid of the answer. "Through the window." She knew he was going to say that. Obeying the strange order, the girl jumped.
For a moment she felt that she was free of the sorcerer but then something grabbed her by the shoulder and began to shake her with strength. She began to fight but her efforts were in vain. She fell at an alarming rate when suddenly the feeling of the wind in her face stopped. Peter looked at her with concern from one side of the bed, his arms were on her shoulder and he could not stop shaking her. But once the man saw that Celeste opened her eyes, he lost all interest in further shaking. His face was filled with fear, his eyes moved looking for something more interesting to watch on the floor. Celeste had seen that face, her maid had felt the same. Fear. Recalling how she felt in her own presence, she simply smiled. A strange smile between sadness and happiness. Then she hugged Peter. After a few minutes of resisting, he returned the hug tightly. "It was just a dream." Said his bodyguard in a very sweet tone that she had never heard.
The blood escaped from her face when she saw that man standing there, the blood moved to hide somewhere in her body so that the owner of the shop "one comic to rule them all" could not remove it from her body. After all she needed that blood to live. Her face was a white mask of fear. This time it was not the fear of the servant that seized her body, but a deeper fear, her own fear. If Malik was there, that meant that his army was there too. In answer to her unspoken question, a handful of metallic goblins appeared from the nearest corner and headed straight to the kitchen, where they found all the soldiers and Knights distracted enough to start a slaughter. The human screams rose above the noise of swords and the metal voices of the figures, but soon they disappeared when their lives escaped from their bodies.
One last frightening cry took her out of her reverie. The sorcerer seemed to be very surprised that a common servant could get out of his spell and escape, but he still was not surprise enough to forget how to fight. The evil conqueror threw something heavy at the girl, the irregular object hit her in the arm hard producing a horrible sound that surely were her bones breaking. A searing pain ran through her body at that exact point But even so, she ran. Soon the object that had thrown came to life, growing rapidly to reach the height of her own goblin. It was very similar, except that they were completely gray. She ran downstairs, followed closer by the goblin, it seemed she was going to get away when her feet betrayed her. She fell to the ground heavily and managed to turn around at the exact instant the goblin jumped on her.
People spoke very ill of her. Without knowing they were talking about the queen, while she was present. Of course while she uses the body of the maid, no one would believe that she was the queen and that some evil entity had taken her body. Therefore she had no option but to sit and listen without being able to retaliate for the exaggerate amount of bad things attributed to her. She was learning that a lot of people pretended to love her for favors, but she was also learning a lot about herself. Of how people saw it. If half of what they said was true, Celeste was very evil. Too evil.
It could not be true... she had not been the best person in the world, but neither the worst. There had to be some kind of error. With eyes full of tears, the girl came out of the kitchen as fast as she could, before anyone could see her tears because a queen should not cry... but then she recalled that she was in the body of a simple maid, and let her tears roll down her cheeks.
While walking aimlessly, almost blind with tears that blurred her vision constantly, she tripped over something. Rather someone. A tall and thin person, but strong enough to make her step back. Although her eyes were open she could not recognize the man in front of her, as her tears blurred him enough to hide him. In an effort to observe the guy, she dried her eyes with the sleeve of her dress. And even now her eyes were burning, she saw the person in front of her. Malik was smiling.
Of course she was not slow, her employees in change of the snacks were slow enough to make her angry. Despite their irritating slowness, she managed to see how her guards passed the small pedestrian gate in the fence, that she had left open, and headed towards them. Peter carried two bags, with many small colored metallic bags inside. Probably the snacks she had requested. And Max, her other bodyguard, carried a smaller bag with two bottles of smoked glass with small crystals embedded in it. Bling H20. Her favorite water, and more expensive than all the other things they carried. Although she was eager to start eating before her stomach will start growling in a way inappropriate for a lady, she feared that the presence of her two bodyguards could frighten the child somehow, since he did not seem very brave or very social... well actually he did not seem good at anything, except for those puzzles and notes filled with a logic that she could not decipher it completely.
Celeste, who was looking in their direction, motioned for silence so they started to walk more slowly. She did not want to scare the little mutant now they had managed to start several small conversations. In absolute silence, her two employees put a tablecloth on the floor as a makeshift table and there they deposited all the bags of snacks, and two bottles of cold water. One nearby her, and the other near him. Not so close, but in his general direction for him to take it without feeling uncomfortable. The snacks created a beautiful rainbow of colors and shapes, metallic surfaces that stole small flashes when sun rays hit them through the leaves of the tree. All top brands were present, and even some rare and strange. Everything from her limousine that was equipped with enough things to have a party.
As quietly as they arrived, her bodyguards disappeared, leaving them alone together again. While the girl opened some potatoes chips, she tried to resume the course of the conversation again by asking a question about his claims about breakfast. "Why do not you like breakfast?" Asked the girl, as she checked what the boy had said. In fact, he seemed to be too skinny. His height was much more difficult to analyze because they were not standing, but it seemed normal. "Our cook makes different things every day. I never get bored." She could never really get bored of breakfast or any meal, all were equally important, and her cook knew so many recipes that one dish was never repeated during the week.
While waiting for the response from the nameless boy, she began to eat some potatoes that creaked when she chewed.
Maybe the maid was stronger than she thought, because without her being able to do anything to stop her, the servant had taken her rightful body back and had moved her to that table. When the blood ran away from her face, and the men returned to lower their gaze to their dishes, Celeste recovered the stolen control of the body. At first she felt very uncomfortable, perhaps a residual feeling from when the maid had claimed her body, but now that the matter was being forgotten, she could not help but notice that she was in the perfect place to collect information.
Little or much everyone in the kitchen were talking aloud. Some of the conversations she managed to hear, spoke of the impending war with Malik, others talked about dragons, others about the most beautiful maidens of the castle and others, the most bold, talked openly about the wickedness of the queen. Casually, she slipped into the great wooden bench to be as close as possible to that group that spoke of the queen as being the worst person in the world. And from there she heard. Her stupid body jumped every time someone said "Queen", so listening to these conversations was not pleasant.
The situation was also somewhat funny, because in reality she was the queen. Or at least she had been her for a day, so listening and speaking ill of her was very amusing because she could punish them n and they would never know what happened. The talks were varied, but all members of that rebellious table agreed that the queen was a person to fear.
"Ahh." Replied the girl in an expression that means "Now I understand." but actually she hid behind a big doubt that would go unanswered. She did not know many politicians, but the few she had seen on television were old and could barely move, they were so serious that used cars as boring as themselves. Celeste knew very well that they would never get involved in a conflict that did not directly affect their interests. Markus appeared to be a different kind of politician, perhaps. A little more "modern" one and willing to face the problems with the sword, if the mighty pen fail.
The initial question was extremely easy. So she replied without hesitation. "My life is the most valuable thing I have, and you saved it." But the rest of his sentence was a bit more complicated. So the girl analyzed his words for a moment. Helping a person in trouble maybe was the socially acceptable option, but not the option that most people would choose, including herself. "It is not true." Said the girl with confidence. "People generally do not help." Or at least that was what she thought, as she had never helped a stranger unless they reward her with something material.
Happy to reward her knight in shining armor, she nodded proudly. "Of course. You will hear from my father soon." Because obviously she still had no access to all her money but her father would not hesitate to pay his debt to a man so generous as Markus. Her cold, calculating side also encouraged that reward to be delivered, since they could need his help in the future. She smiled.
Once she was away from the freezing glares of the queen, and the indifferent gaze of the guards, she felt free. Still, she did not know what to do with that freedom. It was the first time since she had come to that nightmare that she could decide where she wanted to go. Since as a queen she had been obliged to go to the throne room, and as Knight she had been forced to see the queen. But now she had nothing to do... She suspected her forgetfulness was part of the weak mind of the girl which was probably placed in a weak brain. Otherwise she could not explain how she forgot what she had to do. Fear. Said a strange voice in her head. The voice was similar to hers, but also different. It was as if it were produced in two places at once and halfway merged to form the strange voice so similar to hers but so different at the same time. Perhaps the fear of failure and then to be punished was what made her forget things and make her hands shake in front of her majesty. That fear made her a coward, even though she was not. She was to leave that coward body quickly.
The feet of the girl seemed to know better where she was heading, since both moved skillfully dodging loose stones and turning with certainty where the corridor divided. Still she had the feeling that she had forgotten something very important. Trying not to give importance to that forgotten task, she let her feet take her to wherever they wanted. Soon she found herself in the kitchen door. Sitting at long wooden tables, she found lots of knights, guards and soldiers enjoying an unappetizing breakfast. Just when she entered all the eyes fixed on her, as though she was not the only lady present, she was the prettiest. She had transformed from being a little invisible mouse to the center of attention... immediately she could feel the fear of the girl grew again. It took control of the situation. Against her will, a huge amount of blood rose to her cheeks. Embarrassed by the praise and the looks, the shy girl hide in the furthest table from the door. Alone.
She tried to sound brave and sure, she did not achieve it. "Sorry." All the security and strength that she had during the day had vanished now that she knew they were safe, since she did not need to be strong anymore. Then, she raised again her mental armor transforming in the lady she was. Very gently she took his handkerchief and wiped her tears, to go back to being herself. "Which is your line of work?" Surely no line of work would benefit from a girl crying in the passenger seat, but she still had to ask.
"Corner of 61st Street and Fifth Avenue. The building name is 800 Fifth Avenue." Strange name but it was one of the most luxurious places to hold. She knew it was not the time to brag about her money and her "home" so she simply said the direction without mentioning that perhaps the monthly rent would exceed his monthly salary. She was not going to be ungrateful to the person who saved her, so she avoided that part.
