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.
There was that name again. Nate Holloway, the man he would one day grow up to be. Of all the questions he had, the most important ones to him were about that name. What made him change his name? He was unsure of whether he should ask Quin; would she know?
He took a moment to consider for himself. The final conclusion was that of all people, Quin should know why he changed his name. He would end up dating her, and you told everything to someone you loved, right?
"Quin... when I grow up..." his cheeks were already heating up, "do I... um, do we end up in love?"
He was not sure if Quin believed herself, but the words were at least comforting to hear. It will be fixed... whatever that meant. Stephen was still not sure if fixing it meant sending him back in time or making him an adult again. "I believe you," he replied with a weak smile, looking forward at a spot of pavement.
The big question was, of course, was he doing okay? His time at the mansion was unsettling, but mostly because of the conditions. On a better day, he would probably like the mansion. "I'm not too bad... Miss Gemma really helped. It took a while, but eventually she realized what might have happened."
Stephen turned to make eye contact for the first time. "I'm supposed to be grown up, right?"
Stephen was doing a pretty good job distracting himself by imagining what Quin was like, that by the time a blue car pulled up to him, he had almost escaped the thoughts regarding his out-of-place state time-wise and any possible consequences that could lead to.
The car came to a stop and a tall woman came out. The first thing he noticed was her red hair, since he skimmed over the option in his pondering. He liked it-- maybe he grew up to have a thing for red heads?
The other thing he noticed was her light skin and freckles. This lady must have been a Northerner for a while, because he was used to almost everyone in Carolina sporting a tan. Things certainly must have changed for Stephen. (Well, apparently not the least of which being his name.)
The woman sat down next to him, which immediately pumped up the tempo of his anxious heartbeats.
>> "Hey."
What an opening line for such a complicated problem. What must it be like for her to sit next to someone who she cares about so much and have him be young enough not to know who she was? "Hi." What else should he say? "Wow, um, you're really pretty, Miss Quin." Even as a naive child, there was a part of Stephen's brain that knew he did not do that right.
Stephen made the call to the woman named Quin, and she was on her way to pick him up. The boy sat on the curb outside the mansion gate in his ill-fitting clothing, waiting anxiously for the woman who, for all he knew, might be his future wife!
Having no idea how to prepare for the fated meeting, Stephen tepidly tapped his toes on the pavement. The boy had never even been on a date, and even if he had, this would be unusual by any measure. (How could a date get weirder than this?)
The situation itself was still hazy, involving changes in age or time travel and whatever it was, according to Quin, was happening to way more kids... or adults. Who knew anymore?
Nervously looking for any car, unsure of what Quin would drive, Stephen could only wonder what the woman with the heart next to her name would look like. Debating whether he grew up to like blondes or brunettes was easier than letting the bizarre reality sink in.
Apparently Miss Gemma wanted to wait before calling the woman named Quin, and all Stephen wanted to do was follow her lead. She knew more about what was going on than he did, so he watched as she looked up Nate's schedule.
While he waited, he looked at the messages on the phone and tried to think about his awakening. "Well, I woke up on his desk... maybe he had a night class?"
Looking through the messages from Nate and Quin felt weird, like spying on a couple, but apparently he might be in the couple, so it was a moral grey area. There was one message that seemed particularly relevant: "Probably staying at the Mansion to work. Miss you, be safe." There was something work-related that kept him in the classroom apparently. Maybe it was something artsy?
>> "Well... He is a mutant who teaches here. This is his phone, and he has the same powers as you. I think... I think he might be you. In the future."
There was a lot of blinking and silence as Stephen processed what he was just told. The idea was a lot to take in; did Miss Gemma mean to tell him he was in the future? That would make sense of some of what happened, but it was so farfetched! And if it was the future where he was supposed to be an adult, why was he Nate Holloway?
The boy took a deep breath, finally ready to speak. "Um... okay... so I'm supposed to be Nate Holloway and I'm supposed to be a teacher and an adult, but for some reason I'm me as a kid... and not Nate." He looked down at his lap. "My head is starting to hurt..."
There was clearly a lot to figure out, and Miss Gemma knew a little about Nate, but there was probably someone who knew him better. "Why don't you call the lady with the heart next to her name? Maybe she'll be able to help... or at least be able to take me home." The mansion was nice, but for the first time in his life, there was the chance that Stephen had a home, and he wanted to know more about it.
>> "My concern is for those of our kind, the rest are not my concern. When our people are safe, i will care for the animals as well. However i do not think i will see old age much less our peoples inheritance of the planet."
So this was the true mindset of the mutant supremacist... part of him could relate to her. It was the part of him that wondered whether mutants were still "human" or whether they were a different class of being all together. Nate had nothing against most humans, and he did not feel any more superior than he did just being him. He wanted to argue with her, but it was her M.O. to see mutants on high, and until that interfered with his life, he would just walk away.
>> "Still these humans were certainly no credit to their people... Mutants are more fun to fight but i try very hard to avoid mutant deaths."
She hunted gang members, which, as murderous psychopath plans go, was pretty grey on the karmic scale. After spending plenty of his own time in the dark corners of the streets, he could confidently say the loss of a scummy life did not phase him. The path would be almost noble if it was not clear that this girl killed gang members for sport.
>> " i am curious as to your shadow's various uses. I do love seeing the various powers of our people."
Nate paused his search through the phone when she commented on his power. Normally he would be the first to flaunt his shadow mastery, but this girl was a criminal. There was no telling what would happen the next time they met-- he might need a trick or two up his sleeve. "Maybe next time, sugar."
He found the contact in his phone and his finger hovered over the call button. "You should get going though; I have a call to the boys and girls in blue to make, and I doubt they'd react well to a cute little gang-hunter relaxing on the scene."
>> "Um... well, this is interesting. All right Stephen, I want you to stay calm, okay? What I am about to tell you will sound confusing and scary, but I will help you figure it all out okay? I promise."
This was not the best start, admittedly. She obviously knew he was not going to be ready for her news, but she promised they would figure it out. She was nice to him and she seemed confident, so he would believe her. "I'll stay calm. I trust you, Miss Gemma."
>> "This is not 1996, this is 2012. I think you are somehow out of your own timeline and... well, in your future."
Stephen's eyes widened; how could it be 2012? That was over fifteen years in the future... or his time was fifteen years in the past. It was hard to take in, but it did explain the technology that seemed so abundant. He held his tongue, hoping there was something more she had to explain things.
>> "Does the name Nate Holloway ring a bell to you?..."
Stephen ran through the list of people he had met in life, from orphans to teachers to possible parents. "No... I don't think I've ever met someone named that... It's a cool name though." He was being honest; he liked the way the name sounded when he said it. "Nate Holloway," he murmured.
He could not think of any ties he had to someone with the name, so there was an obvious follow-up question. "Who is Nate Holloway?"
Miss Gemma started accessing files on a fancy computer as Stephen waited in anticipation. She seemed very curious about something, and he wanted to trust her because she was nice, and adults were usually people Stephen could trust.
>> "That's... interesting. Stephen, can you tell me what... what the date is today?"
It was certainly an odd question, but between the phone and the computer, everything about the world he was in was odd. Maybe he was in a different universe? Would they have different days here? Something like Blueday or Caturday? He was better off just giving whatever date he knew it was when he was asleep. "It's April. The twenty-fifth of April, 1996. I just turned 12 last week..." Hopefully any of that information could help Miss Gemma figure out what happened to him.
It was hard to get a read on the girl because crazy is a complicated language to be written in. She was nonchalant, even in her hate. The pink aura around her was also something worth understanding more closely. The aura was apparently very controllable, and based on what she did to the man's hand, probably also linked to her instincts as a natural defense mechanism. The pink matter could possibly be an ultimate sword and shield. Was this the caliber of criminal the Quin dealt with? His girlfriend almost died during the Elephant Man incident, but this girl was probably far more dangerous.
She reminded the man to credit Nate as his savior, which, if he had been able to hear, would probably have pissed him off more. No mutant-hating macho man was going to be happy with a mutant sparing his life. He could not help but grin. "Thanks for the credit sugar, but he can't here you."
Eventually, the lack of oxygen slowed the man's movements down until he was left apparently unconscious, his being held up by the shadow holding his head. Nate made sure to release the thug, who dropped to the ground but remained alive, which was most important.
The girl was already observing the victim, who indeed was left without a trace of wings. The pure lack of concern had Nate rolling his eyes. "Human or mutant, she was pretty clearly an innocent." He pulled out his phone, surveying the remains of their fight. "'Sides, I wouldn't wanna leave anyone with those assholes." He scrolled through his address book to the MRC Headquarters's phone number.
That comment did not sit right with him, probably because he was dating one of the lives so uncaringly spared by his ally. She was clearly dangerous though, and as much as he was uncomfortable with letting her go, it would be stupid to risk getting hacked up as a vigilante trying to stop her.
He was getting close to helping, but he may not have been needed, as she seemingly took care of her opponent on the ground. It was not an easy sight to watch, but he was still alive, which was at that point a moral victory.
>> "See alive, moaning, loud, annoying but alive to do this all over again."
As much as Nate sought to be an example of compassion, even he would admit he struggled sympathizing with the vicious mutant-hater howling in pain. The guy was clearly scum, but scum belonged in a cage, not the ground. "Thank you. I know this isn't easy for you." You know; being a psycho and all.
>> "That powers of yours looks wonderful."
Nate was surprised the young woman got the last word off, because she was immediately taken down by the foe. He had worked so hard to keep her from killing him, and he would still pull a stupid stunt like this. She, of course, stabbed him, but he was getting to his feet.
The girl was obviously a violent psychotic, but that was not as worrisome as a rational man pushed to anger, and after putting his neck on the line, Nate fit that description.
His shadow rose from the ground and went straight for the man's head before he could get his footing. The shadow wrapped around his head and hit him with enough force to knock him back on his ass.
"Yeah, my shadow's pretty cool. Fun fact;" he was speaking to the girl but glaring intently at the man, "Air does not pass through it well."
The man could not hear him, trying to free himself, and with the heavy, mutate arms he had, he might, but Nate was hoping to leave him unconscious or woozy before that came. Despite the man's deafness, Nate yelled at him anyway. "Do you realize how hard it has been keeping this gal from killing you?! And YOU have to F*** THAT UP?!"
>> "I'll do what i can, but if big buy over there get's to playful....then i'll have to take him out."
Boy, this girl would end up giving Nate a headache. He would have to deal with his problem quickly enough to intervene with her mission... or possibly stop the flow of blood. "Close enough," he muttered.
The wall came down and Nate was booking it to the man who was quickly getting his bearings and his aim. His shadow was no longer sustaining the wall, so he could run without keeping one foot on the ground at all times.
Two shots escaped the gun before Nate got there, one flying past his head, and the other (unfortunately) grazed his arm, leaving him cringing but standing-- and running and jumping.
Nate crossed his arms and tackled the man, knocking him backward. Nate fell to his knees, but his shadow was already crawling toward the enemy. Once the darkness was under the thug's feet, it rose as a giant hand, seemingly from the heart of the underworld. The fingers wrapped around the man's body before he could raise the gun again, pinning the arms to his sides.
With the man in custody, Nate noticed the nearest tree. The hand reared back and hurled the body at the trunk. The body promptly stopped moving, but it should not have been fatal.
Well... Nate ran over to the body, (kicking away the gun,) and checked for a pulse. There was faint thumping. He was fiiiiine.
Back to the point!
>> "I won't be here for that, im pretty high on the MRC's wanted list."
Of course she was. There was that moment of "Gasp! The person I'm helping is a wanted fugitive!" but he had to be honest; she was human hating, dangerously violent, and nonchalantly homicidal. He disapproved of murdering and murderers, but the key was leaving everyone alive. "If you don't kill him, I'll let you leave and THEN call them!" Nate ran in the direction of her altercation, not sure what he was rooting for exactly.
>> "Thanks. I'll try to remember not to hide myself all the time and I'll try to be proud of who I am."
Sure, Nate's little lesson felt like something out of an after-school special, but it would be wrong to teach self-loathing in a school of mutants. He went from hiding behind masks to being a step or two from a publicly out mutant. (He was not there yet, of course, but who knows what time would tell?)
>> "Is there anything I can do to repay your kindness?"
Nate shook his head, chuckling. "You did most of the work. Besides, it's my job." The mention of his job made him think. He looked back at the assignments he was grading. He did have an art history test coming up... anyone could grade that and it would just be boring. "If you wanna get an extra class credit though, you're welcome to apply to be an aide," he suggested, half-jokingly.
Miss Gemma looked through the messages, (which felt a bit voyeuristic to the boy who had not yet added voyeuristic to his vocaubulary,) and before long she took out another small device. After some more succinct button pressing, another phone rang. (How many phones did people need?)
>> "Now that's one puzzle solved. This is Nate's phone. He's a mutant who works here. Now we just need to figure out how his phone ended up in your..."
So the phone was some man's, (possibly a teacher,) named Nate. The realization confused him, and it would seem he was not alone. The drop of her voice made Stephen worry that she was going to accuse him of stealing the phone. Stephen stole small change from bullies, but he would not steal a device like this from a teacher! That would just be wrong.
>> "What did you say your mutation was?"
Why would she ask a question like that? Was his mutation important to the implied theft? "Um, I'm able to manipulate my shadow into shapes... why?" Stephen was tense now, worried he might have to run out of the office door and into the strange new city on his own.
