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.
For the small moment she held the door for the invisible girl to come in, she was able to watch the wasteland that surrounded the bunker. Even when she already saw it several times, she could not avoid becoming frightened and insecure. The digital camera posted above the door was an extremely useful tool that gave her the ability to monitor the world and the traders, and even when it transmitted high quality images, nothing could prepare her for these small moments where she was able to see the devastated lands with her own eyes. Each single house and mansion that surrounded the bunker were transformed into debris, thousand of them that rested over the earth that before was covered by a healthy green grass. Now that the earth was dry and cracked, nothing could stop the sunrays, so the city became a big desert not so different from Mars.
The macabre fascination the barren lands awoke on her was nothing compared to the surprise of seeing Katrina materialize from thin air. The surprise was written all over her face. Each time the young woman announced her arrival, Celeste insisted she would be able to break that spell, but no matter of hard she tried, the girl was unable to see behind that cloth of invisibility that clouded her senses.
When Katrina was inside the bunker, Celeste hurried to close the door before more dust and contamination could enter. That small process gave her the perfect opportunity to hide her expression of awe, so when Celeste faced the woman again, she was wearing her practiced mask of courtesy. "Welcome back." Said the girl while trying to soften her voice as much as she did with her face. "What did you brought this time?" Her beautiful black eyes forgot about the world for a moment to focus only on the young woman. Her gaze was full of weariness and sorrow but also a bit of hope. Still, she doubted Katrina would have a piano in her backpack, but perhaps she could have some of the other things she missed from the ancient world.
The smile she saw on the woman´s lips was almost unreal. Those expressions had become the scarcest resource and still she produced one with ease even when Celeste that was surrounded with luxury could not achieve to smile. Even so that friendly expression was so sincere that managed to lure Celeste into twisting her lips upward to imitate the newcomer even when she did not feel like smiling. Then, she recalled that the other girl was there to meet with Slate. Jealousy took control of her expression twisting her lips into an upside-down smile. She hated that relationship even more than to eat fish each day mostly because she would never got a boyfriend worthy of her.
Soon the electric cry from the device was drowned by the skin of her enemy, to become audible seconds later, when both combatants stepped back. Once free from the scorched skin, the laughter of the Taser rose once again in mocking tone. A non-verbal threat. The modern device vibrated with intensity in her hands, granting her the power she needed as if it was a strange amulet loaded with energy, even so the girl stumbled unable to control her legs several times, so in the end she stood still without moving.
Something warm began to fall down her neck so the girl quickly put a hand over the viscous liquid. She expected to find an obscene amount of saliva, but instead found blood. The liquid shone with a flash of red when the ever changing light illuminated het skin, confirming her suspicion. Seconds after her brain understood what had happened, her body began to recognize the pain of the open wound that drained her strength. The pain was sharp and strange, hard to describe in that circumstance, and although the cut was small and almost shallow, every breath seemed to break her neck, causing pain as she had never felt.
While her beautiful skin gets wet with her own blood, the girl attempted to scream, but failed. The scream for help was trapped in her throat as well as the many insults and curses she wanted to shout to the stranger. Though even when she failed repeatedly, her enemy did it. A wolfy howling that achieved to freeze her blood.
While the individual expelled his pain in a horrendous scream, her free hand found her cell in which she only needed to press a single key. Her driver replied immediately. At the first attempt she managed to speak in a thin voice full with pain and fear. "I need help." The girl said as she watched in horror as her enemy recovered, at any time he could strike again. "Track my GPS."
When the short questionnaire ended, one of the paramedics ran to the ambulance where he produced two stretchers. Then he moved one of them, pushing people aside with good manners and some cursing until he managed to get near the two victims. Under the watchful eyes, both men worked in unison to put the woman on one of the stretcher. Although the situation appeared to be highly sensitive, neither man seemed to be suffering any kind of stress, both were as calm as their profession demanded. That at least achieved to calm Celeste that had been about to explode when the seller had concentrated his soulless eyes on her.
When she looked up, she became aware of the events around her, she watched in horror as the crowd began to scream and run, frightened by the confrontation of one of the spectators... with her partner. Seeing him there, struggling with that innocent man, Celeste could not prevent her heart to fill with rage and anguish... they were supposed to be the good guys. She wanted to get up and hit him, make him stop, but she still did nothing. She just watched. John seemed to be enjoying the moment, it was almost like he was making fun of his enemy that could not coordinate a direct attack. Almost like a bullfighter, John let the stranger run toward him to step aside and made him trip over his leg. The man fell, the seller´s smile disappeared. It was then that Celeste recalled that they were dealing with a puppeteer. That man was just under his control.
The man fell once again, giving John the opportunity for to move for his real objective. He walked quickly until he was a few feet away, his arm raised to strike the diabolical puppet master in the face. The seller's hands raised too, but his gesture was almost primitive, he was trying to protect from the blow. Seconds after, John fell flat on his face as if someone had turned him into a statue.
Somehow that damn puppeteer had managed to avoid the hit and create some kind of shield at the same time. The man seemed to be almost untouchable by what they had seen until then. Even when she had no weapon or useful ability, the girl advanced toward the monster. With each step, she expected to bump into an invisible wall as had happened with John, but the wall never came. When she finally arrived to the place where they waited, she let out a long sigh, took air and began to speak. "Please stop this madness." Fury and pity mixed in her voice. When he did not answer, she added the magic words that always moved people in the direction she wanted. "I have money. Plenty of it. Do you want money?" She hoped to buy that man and end that madness. "Is that what you want?" If everything failed, the exchange of words would stop the fighting and conflict long enough for someone from the MRC to arrive, or for John to get up and try to hit him again.
The blush that rose to the cheeks of the model was so sudden and so brief that probably no one else in the class was going to paint that little detail. In contrast, for Celeste that micro expression was a small victory over the model. Of course, she knew very well that that battle was meaningless in the final score, but she still decided to immortalize that priceless moment in her painting. She did the same with her severe eyes that looked at the painter with fury even when she was not sure why. She put all her skill in capturing these two expressions in all their grandeur, so soon both won more detail and realism that the rest of the portrait that was nothing more than a simple copy of its living counterpart.
Although she was not going to admit it openly, Celeste knew that her portrait was simply mediocre. The eyes gave life to the painting, but did little to hide the rest of the details she had not known how to recreate. She needed something special to give life to the painting. Something magical. Something likes her powers.
The model did not deserve all the effort she was putting in the process, but still, she knew that her painting needed to be the best. Ready to turn her portrait into something unique, the little witch plucked one of her own golden hairs, always trying not to be seen. Her face flinched just a second, and then the moment passed. Apparently nobody had noticed it. Very gently she held the fine hair in her hand, trying to put her nail in contact with the tiny surface. Then she mentally pronounced the name of the color she was trying to steal. "Golden." The word echoed in her mind, repeating endlessly until the color of her long hair jumped to her fingernail. Then she repeated the process backwards, thus pasting the golden in the hair of the model in her canvas. A few strokes later, the hair of the model had the correct shadows and different movements as the real deal.
Like every night when the solar panels ceased to produce energy, the machines began to run with the electricity stored in the batteries. There were a lot of them in the machinery room, and all were connected indirectly to each solar panel. Thus, whenever there was a surplus, it was accumulated in them. Even with so many batteries, they needed to manage the electricity wisely.
A small lamp shone on the desk shyly, producing long shadows across the lobby whose furniture was sparse. Occasionally, she left the reading to make some notation. Each word or sign represented the entrance or exit of all the items. The other source of light was in the kitchen where her cook was preparing dinner.
Sarah's announcement was met with a fatal indifference by the teenager, who did not have any desire to eat fish again. When they did not eat fish from their ponds, they were eating canned tuna and other relatives. "At least our fish is fresh." Without enthusiasm, Celeste headed toward the kitchen with a slow and heavy pace. Once she reached the table, she offered a tired smile to her cook Sarah and her most valuable trader Juka, and then be dropped into the chair. Exhausted by the short walk. "I have news, today arrived some new DVDs." Said the girl, trying to forget the long day of work. "The same guy from last week brought a few more." She watched most of these movies before the attack, but it had been so long she could swear they were new. Maybe that night they could watch them together.
As every day since the fatal chain reaction that almost destroyed the world, the speakers placed at each corner of her expensive bunker greeted the fortunate survivors with a beautiful song, one that his grandfather loved and that now was the only thing that could calm her. The powerful voice of Neil Armstrong sang as every morning penetrating the silence like a knife, proclaiming the beauty of the world in the classic "What a wonderful word". During the sweet song that was both a hymn of hope and a cruel joke, Celeste´s voice listed every item in her inventory with a tone of mocking optimism.
Almost when the recorded voice was at the very half of her extensive list, the digital bells of the intercom interrupted the beautiful melody, and what was even worse it also terminated her voice full of hope, to replace both sounds with a single familiar voice. Celeste knew who she was instantly, but still stared through the camera to make sure. Nothing. The usual chill went down her back; it was always the same when she heard the voice without body.
With the press of a buttom on her side of the door, the comunication device sent her vocalized reply."One moment please." The girl said with feigned kindness to Slate's girlfriend who was "too good to live in a bunker" with them. The heavy wheel resisted her efforts for a while, but after a few struggles it began to move freely. Eventually the powerful claws that sealed the door were completely retracted. Once the door was open, Celeste held it for her invisible visitor to enter.
The accusatory looks from the crowd crossed the few yards that separated them in just an instant like swift javelins that pierced her skin with anger. The pain the silent accusation caused was even bigger than the hatred she felt for the damn seller that had started that chain of strange events. Only a few persons appeared to be able to see the cables that were still chained to the seller, but those few did not dare to contradict the masses who stared with a terrifying calm, like mindless zombies.
Celeste knew that with these needles under the skin of the seller, and with the cable still connecting these metal antennas to the Taser, she could still send another shock to his muscles. The possibility was extremely tempting, and more than once the girl was about to push the button but the fear prevented her to do it. So she quietly dropped the device to the floor, that bounced just once to end a few inches away from her feet. She had no weapons to fight that battle, and the demonstration of power showed that everything she could do would be transmitted to another person. Defeated, she turned away, walking to the victims of the drug, grateful to give the spotlight to John.
The ambulance parked in a hurry, and before she could even decide what to do, two paramedics came down from the vehicle and ran in the direction of the lying people. The stares on that side of the park focused again on her. Once they arrived at her side, the oldest of the two, a man in his forties began to ask her questions until he finally reached the most important question "What happened?" With trembling hands the girl pointed toward the seller. "That man drugged them." Once she finished her report, the girl remained silent, praying that the men to believe her and call for reinforcements.
If you are interested in RPing with her in the AoS, you will meet her at her bunker so to makes thing clear for every player I decided to created this little guide.
The bunker is a square building half buried in the ground, its exact location is vague but it may be near to the ruins of the Mansion. (Since I believe there is a lot of mansions around that area)
The door is a mechanic door that can only be open from the inside, sealing all the place to avoid any dangerous particle from entering the bunker. The first level is were Juka, Sarah, Slate and Celeste lives. There is a medium lobby where she had a small monitor to watch the camera and a microphone to speak with the outside world through the speakers. The lobby is separated from the "bedroom" by a thin wall, once on the other side of the door, there is a few sleeping bags, a small bathroom and a small kitchen.
In the area used as storage there are all the things she had before and the things she exchanged (there is a list below). Plus a big pool for breeding fish. (It is a slow process but they have the chance to eat fresh food once in a while)
In the "machinery room" there are all the machines that help them survive. Air purifier, water cleansing system, waste disposal. All the cools things that others survivors do not have. Also batteries, lot of them to gather the extra electricity produced by the solar panels. There is a small generator that need fuel, just in case the solar panels fail somehow.
NOTE: All the delicate parts of the bunker were assembled after the "nuclear" attack. (by delicate parts I mean the solar panels, the speakers, the camera and the intercom.) She already had the solar panels in the deposit, the rest were exchanged at some point.
If you are interested in trading, this list would be very helpful.
THINGS SHE HAD BEFORE THE APOCALYPSE Multiple medications. (legal) Bottled water. Canned food. Net guns. (Fifty. Only because they are of a single use.) Geiger counter. (One) [It is a device able to test for radiation] First aid kit (Small suitcase, two.) Goods to prepare first aid kits. (Several. Without suitcase) Charging service. (Provided by Solar panels) Healing service. (Provided by Slate, max one a day.) Gas masks. Several. (Limited. Less than ten) Tent. (Few. less than five) Candles. (Lots) Flashlight. (Several. More than ten, less than 30) AAA batteries (Normal and re-chargeable)
THINGS THAT SHE EXCHANGED DURING THE APOCALYPSE Several Meds. Not so legal. (Somewhat limited) Some drugs. Including M. (Very limited) 9mm pistols. (Loaded. Few, less than five) Swords. Good quality. (Few but more than five) More geiger counters. (one or two aside from the one she already had) Fuel deposit portable 5lts. (More than twenty, less than fifty) Medieval armor and weapons. Probably from museums or personal collections. (Several) Wine. (Normal. 100 bottles) Beer cans. (Normal 100 six packs)
Note: She will also have a lot of clothes (new and old, plain and fancy) with shoes that may or may not match, along with any other piece of clothes/shoes/hat she may had exchanged for something else. Feel free to add whatever silly thing you wanted to own.
For all the survivors out there that do not have electricity, there is a green way to conserve food (mostly fruits and vegetables) without any kind of energy.
The simple vision of her weapon made people receded, causing a strange silence that enveloped all as if it were a thick fog. The invisible curtain had managed to kill all nearly whispers and unpleasant questions, only a few dared to speak but they did it in a tone that she did not managed to listen. It was as if everyone were holding their breath, waiting for the shot of the girl.
While silence ruled that small area creating a bubble of expectation, the rest of the city was still in motion. The constant roar of car engines and the occasional angry horn created an artificial symphony known by all the inhabitants of the city. The siren of the ambulance soon added its sound for the music, and though distant, it was shouting with too much power to be ignored.
Her provisional ally was the first to break the silence, which caused a couple of voices to take advantage of the situation, chatting to their nearest neighbors. Without taking her eyes off her target, Celeste replied to John, wanting to know how to avoid the invisible attack that was probably mentally. "How did he..." Her question was interrupted by the seller who raised his voice over all the other sounds. It was still a voice at human levels, but something changed in the air momentarily, giving it a strength no human voice should have. Was it an illusion or the seller had been bigger for a moment?
When she could see the reality through her own eyes, the hotdog vendor had the same height and same thin body than before. It was then, she recalled her anger. "You are the filthy one!" The girl screamed with all her might, making some other people step back, intimidated both by her voice and her weapon that was not a toy. "Fool." She thought before shooting.
Two metal needles flew from the modern device at high speed to penetrate easily beneath the skin of her enemy, just where the circle of light had been a second ago. At the very instant the fangs touched his muscles; the unit shipped all her anger through the delicate filaments. The seller remained standing. Two meters to the left, one of the spectators fell to his knees and then bend his body into a fetal position. The man was clearly under the influence of the disruptive electricity that somehow was biting his muscles instead of the seller. Immediately, Celeste looked down to the thin wires that still connected the needle to the Taser, and checked with surprise that they remained united to the seller. "I... It was not..." Unable to find an explanation, she continued to watch the wires, the Taser and the seller alternatively. She could almost feel the accusing stares on her skin.
I am glad to have the honor to nominate this great writer, although he recently joined the site, he achieved to gain a place among us and our wicked plotting. His character has a very particular personality, paranoid, with a strange code of honor that can be easily bended if it fits his goals. His battle cries reminds me of those old good movies where the hero always say a phrase before attacking the bad guy. What in my opinion, gives him so many extra points. And the writer of this awesome character have a keen eye for plotting, bringing so many good ideas to the site. Of course I am talking about Markus Burke.
Once again Celeste was in need to hide under a mask of innocence, only that this time, the feeling won against her self-control and showed her true colors. She grinned. "What could be more wicked than to steal the golden from some doors to ask for a tasty ransom later?" Even with that smile of triumph highlighting the beauty of her face, Celeste could not ignore the fact that her victory was not complete. At any time any of these mutants might discover her and attack without her being able to do anything with her stolen colors to defend herself.
The philosophical content of the talk ranged from moment to moment, but her ears caught every word with delight. They did not need to continue explaining the meaning of the word Primus, that was glorious by itself, but they still kept adding adjectives unaware that Celeste had already decided to use that term for life. Better than a witch. Better than a mutant.
She was learning so much more about mutant society that in all the times she had visited the mansion, a fact that was rather odd considering that the mansion was also a school. Still, she had never learned anything useful there. But in that strange place called Sanctuary she did not only found a name to be proud of, but also that the mutants could be fighters or creators. Of course she was in the second group. The creators. Even when she only stole colors.
Their reassuring words transformed her fear in little doubt. As the woman exemplified humans resorted to violence against mutants and that would be the cause of their destruction, not a organized attack against all the human kind. And although both had changed their explanation enough to reduce her fear, the threat was still there. Far or near, this was an event that she did not wish to attend.
All the awkward mental simulations she had attempted in the few moments of silence turned out to be useless, the question let her mind blank. She looked almost in despair to her two hosts as her brain began to look for something interesting to say. Finally she resorted to a silly accusation that Chase had done, clearly not appreciating her skill. She did not know why she had remembered that, but she was grateful to it happened. "I make things prettier." "Or uglier." The same mischievous smile formed on her lips again.
Once her thoughts made the connection between "seller" and "guilty”, it was impossible for her to think of something else. No matter where she looked, she found clues that pointed directly to the foreign seller and his peculiar behavior, and the fact that all the "witnesses" digital or organic ignored him made her furious. Perhaps the only one who suspected the truth was that her partner that did not buy a hot dog. So far no one had spoken aloud the words that the girl dared to shout. "It was your fault." She yelled to the seller while her black eyes looked like two abysses that tried to suck his soul and make him pay for that little experiment.
The few that managed to hear her, watched each other trying to find the culprit among them, while the seller gave her a smile as only answer. Then the accumulated anger exploded. When she was unable to contain the wrath, she stood up and moved towards the lunatic poisoner who now laughed to himself producing a muffled sound of pure satisfaction that only she seemed to heard, since no one else reacted to it. Standing, much closer than before, she put her hand inside her purse to produce her beloved Taser.
The electric device soon filled with life when the child stretched out her arm and pointed the weapon toward the madman. A circle of light the size of a fist was projected over the chest of her enemy, marking the exact spot where the metal tooth would impact. "What did you do?" Asked the girl. Her black eyes stabbing the man, searching his face and movements in hopes of getting a no verbal answer.
For a social thread we can use Celeste. She can be found almost anywhere , mostly shopping but she also enjoy a good walk around Central Park. She is up to more dangerous threads too but aside from the Taser she doesnt have a way to defend herself.
For a more dangerous thread, packed with action or troubles we can use Guglin. He is two feet tall, green and always hungry. He loves to raid restaurants and other stores where he can find human food. He also likes to destroy electronic devices with the hopes of understanding how they work.
Hope you find any of them interesting, so we can meet IC.
