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.
'I won't, so long as you have your gun on you anyhow."
Aedus smirked. "The right ear,or where it would have been anyhow. For a moment there, i didn't quite under stand.." he mouthed broadly as she had "Aim Small. so i tried for a small target. "this is fun." he looked at her and smiled. this was so much more fun than than taking apart and putting together the gun. Still, he couldn't quite get over this mornings conversation. She he wait, move on keep an ear out for if she changed her mind.
bah, that could all wait until they were done, slaying some of mr. paper's friends.
“My pleasure.” He responded cordially. And grinned at the exchange between the Woman and her minion. “You aren’t imposing in the least, please, make yourself at home.”
“Oh. Bussiness.” He tilted his head. “Anything I would have heard about?” some people traded goods here and there, some were liaisons to other settlements some traded in services, some did things that would have been considered criminal in a past life.” He poured the steaming tea into the cups and slid the cup in front of alma, he then set the honey jar in front of her as well. “You should visit more often.”
“I’ve been here for a couple of years. It certainly beats fighting off packs and mobs for whatever you managed to scrounge together. Some of the locals have grown on me, but nothing or no one in particular is keeping me here.” He added making it obvious that he was single. “ how about Haven? I’ve heard someone call it haven. Do you like it?” Tiny bits of obsidian began to fall from his skin, it was hours earlier than he had expected, this sort of thing happened these days, he used to be able to predict the change down to the minute, now he was lucky to catch where the sun was at the time and estimate how many minutes he had been in lava mode. He set his tea down and backed up a couple of steps, brushing shiny little black flakes of stone to the floor. Soon He would be his old self again.
Aedus Wondered what the heck Aim small meant. It was probably one of those things…like keep your eye on the ball, it was bewildering until you understood the advice that was being imparted, but once you did it made so much sense, you felt like you always knew it. So he did his best to aim small and took off the side of the man’s head aiming for the ear. If he hadn’t been made of paper he would have missed but shot close enough to make someone wet themselves and thank the heavens they were alive. But he quickly cut off Mr. Papers heavenly thanks by aiming small in the chest where he already hit. The bullet sailed right through the window he had opened in Mr. Paper’s chest previously. He slid the safety in place and stepped back to watch the master at work and she did not disappoint she shot circles around his blast, literally. God she was hot. And you had to be hot for someone to think you were hot while in goggles and ear muffs.
He grinned at her oblivious to her attempt at not looking pleased. One he had just annihilated a paper enemy and all responsible seriousness aside shooting a firearm was a blast! “You are such a bad ass!’ he mouthed at her in the caricature charades fashion they had been speaking in.
Aedus watched as another one of New York's limitless beauties sat down near him. She was tiny couldn’t have been much taller than five foot; she had long brown hair and eyes that popped with brown and green with a frame of subtle mascara and eye liner. She was hauling groceries and more art supplies than he had seen outside of a supply store in quite awhile, everything was contained in those great hippie bags that promoted recycling. Her skin was nice shade of tan and not the kind that you had to sit in one of those fake back stores to get, if he had to guess she had some Latino or Native American in her blood.
He nonchalantly looked away just before she sat near him so he wouldn’t come off as too nosey. As he was thinking of things to make small talk with her, she beat him to the punch. “Hi.” He replied in turn. “Of course I don’t mind.” He then laughed lightly. “ What would you have done if I said I did? I tend to use similar pleasantries, and I can’t help but think some day, someone is going to surprise me and say something like. This is my bench, you can’t sit here.” He watched curiously to see her reaction, if she would think he was a weirdo, or if she had ever thought about it herself. “I mean what do you do, sit somewhere else? Sit down anyway. Start a random argument?”
He then laughed quietly again. “Sorry, that was a bit random.”
He smiled to himself as he slice the bread into pieces that reminded him of a civilized world. People ate their bread in chunks these days., No class. He set the slices of bread in front of Alma.
“Have as much as you like, that batch turned out pretty good. I’m making more tonight, so, you’ll be in for a treat if you stay awhile. Nothing beats fresh bread.”The bread was a dark Rye. He didn’t know what he would do if one of those amazons actually hurt one of the growers. He then went to work on heating some water and making Tea. He set up a small stack of sticks, estimating how much he would need to provide enough heat to boil the water and sustain the heat long enough to boil water.
“So, I haven’t seen you around town. Are you new to the area, or just visiting?” His question was legitimate, some people got nervous when they saw this many people, in the beginning groups meant trouble for lone travelers.
He cleaned a pair of cups and then put some honey in each. He then wrapped some small crushed leaves in a piece of canvas and tied it off with some floss. He waited as the small fire on top of his stove heated the water. He seeped the make sift tea bag in the still heating water, it wasn’t ideal, but it was efficient. He hoped she was talkative, he wasn’t used to holding a conversation.
Aedus climbed the steps from the subway exit and stretched it had been awhile since he obtained a day off, He had meant to quit picking up shifts at the bike delivery service when he picked up his internship at Faust pharmaceuticals. either job was more than enough to keep him happy, but his manager was just so darn persistent. and the fact remained that he kept a strict regimen of exercise, and his courier job just got him paid to do what he loved the most and an excuse to act wildly on a bicycle in new York traffic.
But today he earned a day of R and R. he was going to enjoy new York as someone who wasn't in a rush, take in the vibrant sights and soak up the amazing amount of life this city had to offer. He walked to a stand and bought a bottle of water, grabbed a seat on a bench and simply observed fir a bit. He sat there in a new pair of blue and a chocolate brown Tee a confident smile he started to fall into his old habits. A smirk her for a lady walking by a smile there. New York, as far as available bachelor was concerned, was an absolute wonderland.
He smirked and wondered for a moment if they weren’t saying see-her. No, he’d been out of the game for awhile but still new better than to attempt something quite that cheesy. “I’m pleased to make your acquaintance Alma. My first name is Aedus, though I haven’t used it in quite some time, I suppose it could be dusted off.” Fortune was in her favor? She hadn’t taken a look in the mirror lately; she had been delivered to his door and was acting as if she had won the prize. He supposed he could live with that.His stony lips went to the back of her hand and planted a kiss. He always wondered how that felt exactly. He knew his lips gave way some but were still hard and cold as stone.
“I have no qualms with him, he can be impolite if he likes, I have him to thank for you on my doorstep and in my home after all.“ He nodded his greeting to the puppet. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll just put on some pants in case I shift tonight.” He hoped he did, if she liked him now and didn’t just have a thing for obsidian, he was golden, Or peachy at the very least. He found a pair of shorts and slid into them without bothering to leave the main room, they weren’t the pants he promised, but they were the nicest article of clothing he had. In obsidian mode he could get away with being naked for the fact that he looked much like a ken doll, but it wouldn’t be as acceptable once the clock struck twelve and he turned into a pumpkin.
“Can I offer you some tea and honey? I also have been experimenting with rye bread; this latest batch has come out nicely.” He went to the tiny half kitchen he had built and pulled a loaf dark bread from a vase in a vase.
Eruption smiled inwardly or would have, could he physically smile in the void, with no physical plane, he had to admit this was the weirdest thing he had ever experienced. It was as if he was tagging along in someone else's head, in fact that was exactly what he was doing. Hoping into the void was just that, becoming a mind and only a mind. the clones existed like this for years, personally he thought that was why they were so different in attitude from each other, how could they not become exaggerations? if they didn't they would have had no individuality at all. as he listened to the girls confession of not meaning a bit of what she was doing. He kept his silence and would do so until Abyss would announce where he was about to set him up, He secretly hoped that he would make the mistake of plopping him down near Isabel, She could use some singeing.
But he was likely going to get tossed out into the fray as a surprise against someone who needed it. from what he could tell. The law had it well in hand.
A black stone smile quirked the corners of his lips as the woman chastised the otherworldly minion and more so at the comment of it being embarrassing.
Eruption cleared his throat, a hollow sound, like listening to a small echo in a well. That done, he couldn’t help himself, this whole apocalypse thing had soured his mood for quite some time, but there was something about a beautiful woman at your door complimenting your eyes that could lift your spirits. A tiny spark of the man he used to be had clung to him all this time and she was fanning it into a flame.
His tongue might have appeared to be obsidian, but he would have to test it to see if it still worked as silver. “I’ve never known that a beautiful woman at my door was something to be pardoned, nor forgiven, or to be disturbed by and if they’ve taken you I might just have to claim your company for as long as the spell has worked.”
His hand reached up to hers and gently urged her in, it would take only an ever so slight refusal to be free of his hand. “Please, come in, I’m Eruption.” He looked over her shoulder. “You’re welcome as well, as I have you to thank for this lovely visitor.”
If he could get her to stay awhile, he would be a man once more instead of a statue. A few hours, maybe less. It was harder to keep track of when he erupted now that the world was running out of double A’s.
Aedus hopped up from his half duct tape recliner. The other half was possibly brown suede at one time but was melty brown foam…it was serviceable if you didn’t mind the fact the foot rest didn’t retract. He wasn’t expecting any of the guys… he had done century duty last night so he knew he wasn’t it. Unless Venus was here to beg him to cover again. Knowing damn well he didn’t have anything better to do. he set down the journal of a teen named Vicky that had very thus far had a very dramatic sophomore high school year…post apocalypse, you read what you could get your hands on. Diaries were a guilty pleasure. It made him sad to think the girl was likely dead, the conclusion forgone, no matter what happened between her and Vince.
He tossed it to the side and swung the door open. His jaw dropped as he saw the woman before him, she was not from around here. He would know it, he would know it because he would have heard the word ‘dibs’ from someone by now.
He stood there at a loss for words. Dumbfounded, she was dressed well and had eyes he could get lost in.
And here he was stuck in stone, he’d learned over the years he was sooooo much better at getting chicks when he had pretty Irish eyes and a smile to compliment it. at the moment he had lava orbs and black obsidian teeth that matched every other inch of him.He stepped back and his arm swooped to show her she was welcome into his humble abode.
Aedus grinned and then with mock indignation stated. “ I should think so.” She meant it even if she had said it with playful sarcasm, he credited that to her time spent with the meatheads over at the Gym.
With a nod and a smile he loaded six shells into his gun and felt like a cowboy, he was oh so tempted to try to shoot from the hip like an old west show down but figured he had better keep getting A’s on his exam before he started messing around. He followed in suit covering his ears with the ear muffs that would make it so he wasn’t deaf afterwards.
He steadied his aim and brought his other hand up in support, the second hand doubled your chances at shooting with accuracy. He squeezed the trigger lightly and slowly harder and harder, the anticipation was much like that of a jack in the box, how hard would he have to pull before it went off. *KABLAM* the hand canon recoiled and sent his redoubled aim off to the upper left of the paper man. He wasn’t quite prepared for that, but he had hit paper. He didn’t give Noel a chance to chastise or grin or pout at him or even give a helpful tip.
He steadied his hand leveled the gun and with a bit more wisdom held on tight and prepared for the controlled explosion in his hands. The revolver fired and slayed the paper man before him…it was still luck at this point, He felt like he was on a bucking bronco and had simply managed to stay on. This gun was a beast.
He glanced at Noel, now that he had destroyed the paper man's chest he felt capable of looking at her.
A mischievous smile lit his face at the more brass and fool hardy brother tried to play five identical aces, it was quite the hand and for the record won the day in his book. Aedus slide on a pair of mint condition sunglasses, and slide off his coat, he would have taken more of here if he had the chance, he ahead going lava mode and ruining good leather, but then there would be time for that on the way. He went by a different name these days. Eruption. It was fitting and mad as much difference as anything else.
When the bomb went off most of his family had been in the city and he was related to a ridiculous amount of people in Jorge town. His family would still call him Aedus here and there but he didn’t respond to much of it. He couldn’t be the carefree playboy he once was, he was only a fiery pillar of security and that was all. The world had hallowed him out and made only room for pitiless decision making. Protect those on the inside and make harsh calls on all those who opposed them. they were heading toward the farms…farms they had tried to convince they should be in the walls, between the mutants they had, it would have been child’s play to grow crops there. But for the life of them, they couldn’t convince the majority that they were better off inside than out, they considered it a different kind of trap. The crops would become town property instead of their to trade.
Perhaps today, they would change their minds if whatever scavenger was out there wasn’t killing them as they rode to their rescue. The earth disk they stood on was impressive; it proceeded on a rolling wave of sands towards their destination. He nodded his thanks to abyss as the man knew he valued the clothes he had and wouldn’t want them to go to waste. They kept recommending their gladiatorial gear, but he didn’t care for where sand and dirt got to when all you wore was war skirts and bracers.
Aedus disrobed as they went and tossed his articles of clothing into the void and let a dark smile play at his lips, he stood only in his raggedy boxer shorts but he was warmer than usual. He was letting the heat from within rage beneath, he would get to erupt and soon.
The disk left a nice haze behind them, it felt like an old western, the good guys were blazing a trail and leaving a plume of dust in their wake to settle.
Aedus checked the essentials, keys, phone, wallet, giant hand gun. check, check, check, check. He nodded and held the door open for his super hot arms instructor. He may have hummed van Halen’s hot for teacher while they walked once or twice.
Once they arrived He waited to see about how many bullets Noel bought and followed suit, let the pro lead the way and all that. Aedus smirked, He could kiss her and convince her he knew how to take care of a gun…but he didn’t think that was the point and something about making out with guns in their hands was absolutely hot, but probably would get him at least another month of gun safety talks before he got in her again to shoot.
So, first things first ensure your gun isn’t loaded. It wasn’t possible that it was loaded as he hadn’t had it loaded for months now, still it was necessary to check for magic bullets that fairy’s might have placed there…He checked anyway. No bullets loaded.
He pulled a gun smithing screwdriver from his pocket that was the exact size he would need for the screws that held the cylinder and other pieces in place.
He set the revolver on the counter that was typically used for an elbow rest if one was attempting to train with steady support shots. He spun the screw around just under the barrel and removed it from the gun he then slid the crane forward and removed the cylinder and crane. Separating the two as he did so, setting each on the counter gently. And in the order he took them out to make reassembly that much easier. He then pointed out that while he could remove the ejector there wasn’t much point as it was a lot of effort and little pay off as you could clean it without removing it from the cylinder, she would know it was true, but it might make her more comfortable to know he knew it.
Next step was to remove the grips. He removed the grips again with ease as he had oiled the screws to make them easier for taking apart and putting together his weapon a breeze. After he removed the grips he pointed out that his particular smith and Wesson had a leaf spring and not a coil spring, and the screw that he would use to add or release tension to the hammer once he got a feel for how he liked his weapon to fire.
He then removed two more screws and then tapped the handle with the screw driver to get the side plate to jump out. Once the side plate was out of the way he pointed and held up the safety pin, such a simple but effective mechanism. He then placed the pin back in the gun.
“Anything else in a revolver you can clean from here and you don’t want to tamper with anything else.”
He then worked backwards through the step and in moments had a working revolver in his hands again. He slid the screw driver into his pocket once more. And set his box of bullets onto the shelf and grinned at Noel waiting for permission to put some holes into that paper man across the room.
Doorman Looked to SkyDancer.. "Absolutely, any work we do is completely Voluntary and for the good of the community,I Imagine that you all might be recruited into pitching in with the manual bits of work, if willing and wanting to help. As for leaving as you please, absolutely, I can be hard to track down, so Sometimes you might have to wait until I settle down for the night to let me know you want a door opened. But I can get you, where you are going quicker than boat, plane or foot. But even then if you were insistent on leaving there are others about that could help expedite things. in other words absolutely not here except by choice." Doorman ran his hand through his hair.. " If it was that kind of place i wouldn't have brought you here."
"So, if none of you are in a rush, you can take sometime and look around the island and speak to the chief later. give you a chance to fall in love with the place before the old man reels you in." He laughed lightly. ' Ofcourse if you want to resist the islands charms before he gives you the pitch you might want to meet him sooner than later. If not I think I am going to go get in on that sand castle." he started to meander toward Mercury.
Venus looked to Sky and smiled. " I wouldn't mind getting to know the charms on this island."
Aedus was a sleek black satue with only his eyes to proclaim that he had any lava within.
Abyss Mars and Saturn quickly started to have a muffled conversation discussing things while Jupiter began to bicker with Pluto. It seemed less than friendly. the Black tailed red man seemed to be daring the other to start something, a quiet calm anger about him.
