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.
The trip to town was long and silent. Sam didn’t mind, he hadn’t done anything in the last three years that warranted talking about. He contemplated the ruins of what had been New York with a mix of sadness mixed with the knowledge that the whole thing had been unavoidable. Humans would have found a way to destroy each other one day or another.
The buildings looked a lot worse than they had when he had been forced to flee the city. Rain and scavengers had finished bringing down what little had survived the initial crisis. And it was pretty eerie the way all of those empty and broken windows no longer framed the bustling life of one of the world’s most prominent cities.
However as they walked Sam began to see areas where the buildings had been stripped to the bare bones. This he took as a sign that they were nearing their destination; it would make sense for a small population to salvage any materials they might re-use to create a livable area. And sure enough once they were past the bare buildings they soon caught sight of ones that had been patched up and looked almost inviting in the midst of all this chaos.
Sam had watched the girl awkwardly pick herself off the floor and explain in a rather pathetic manner that she was lost. His answer to that would have been “well aren’t we all” but instead his companion picked up the conversation and Sam let him. The illusion mutant had lost interest in the girl the minute he deemed her no longer to be an immediate threat. Because if there this had been a trap it would have been sprung by now.
So he only half listened to the brief exchange between the other two, all the while planning what his next move would be. One thing he could say for sure, after these two chance encounters, was that he wanted to move on solo. So as soon as they reached the town and he got the info he needed, he would set off again alone.
"Shelter, If there is any left here. Would you happen to know?"
So she was probably going to be tagging along, that was fine with him as long as they got moving again fast. And seeing as he didn’t care either way he decided to leave the decision up to his younger companion.
“Bring her or don’t bring her, I don’t care. Though whatever you do choose fast.”
He gave the boy one last long look and then turned on his heels and started walking back the way they had been heading.
Once Shane had been successfully extracted from the car, Sam took the time to look around. He had been expecting bright lights and crisp clean buildings instead he got gloom and broken down warehouses. But he held his tongue; it was not his place to question things, not when he had been the one calling for help in the middle of the night.
So he waited for Celeste to climb out and make the necessary arrangements, he just concentrated on keeping Shane upright. Which was proving slightly harder than it had been earlier… had the other mutant always felt so spindly? He tried to ignore the strange feeling and instead focused on the fact that his unfortunate companion would soon be someone else’s problem.
Celeste had a brief conversation with a man in a white coat, which Sam assumed was the doctor she had called earlier, before the man made a bee line for them. The doctor inclined his head in greeting before urging Sam to escort the patient inside. The illusion mutant took note of the fact that the doctor did not volunteer to help him half carry Shane inside.
Luckily the side door to the “clinic” was not far and they were soon inside, where they were greeted by the lights and cleanliness Sam had been expecting to see on the outside. Well the inside was the bit that mattered and there was a fresh made bed waiting for Shane. So Sam helped him the last few steps and let the other man sit down.
The silence of the next few seconds seemed to drag on forever. Sam was sure he had heard something and the sudden lack of noise was making him very edgy. It had never been totally quiet out in the woods; there had always been the noise of the stream or of some small animal. But the city was different; making noise around here got you killed so silence reigned supreme.
When the silence was finally broken it was with a large crash. A girl spilled unceremoniously into the street just a short distance away. This made Sam relax somewhat, with an entrance like that whoever she was she was no danger to them. She might be a decoy though so he started scanning the area for others. Nothing moved so he gingerly turned his attention back to their unexpected visitor.
“You following us?”
His question was blunt and to the point. He would determine what to do next depending on her answer. You could say that the card were in her hands now. He just wished that he had a more useful mutation, something like being able to read minds or maybe even to just be able to tell if he was being lied to would be good. But he had no such luck, he did not even have an active power with which to attack or defend, so he would just have to rely on his gut feeling and a bit of luck.
Celeste pointedly ignored his unspoken question, turning her gaze away from him. He held in a sigh, she was going to make this difficult for him and he knew he was in no position to chastise her about it. So he decided to just sit back and accept his fate, knowing where they were headed would not change anything after all. So the silence continued a while longer until, to his surprise, Shane broke it.
“How long until we get there?”
The question was dropped in the silence, aimed at no one in particular and Sam waited for Celeste’s response. She was the only one that could answer it after all… The wait turned out to be very short indeed, as their young savior snapped Shane’s head off in record time.
"You should be more concerned with remembering your blood type. You will need extra blood."
Sam winced slightly at her tone, he knew it well and had been on the receiving end of it more than once, but it still made him uncomfortable. What he knew that Shane did not however, was that under the harsh words lay some genuine concern… somewhere deep, deep down.
"Just a few blocks away. It is a small clinic specialized in discretion..."
Well that fitted most of Shane’s pain in the ass criteria, so he probably would not complain. And Sam felt relieved that his gamble seemed to have paid off. He had really not been sure how his cobbled together plan would work out, but it seemed to be all good so far. So he sat in silence as the car covered the last few blocks separating them from their destination.
When the car finally stopped he had to refrain from opening the door himself, the driver was angry enough at him as it was without adding an obvious breach of protocol. After a few never ending seconds the car door opened and he slid out. Then he turned back to offer Shane his help to get out as well, all the while he tried to ignore the blood and grime they had strained to lovely white upholstery with.
As Sarah explained what had happened to her after he left, Sam could not help but notice that she looked uncomfortable. Whether it was the after affects of the traumatic afternoon they had just lived through or him, he couldn’t quite work out. He wondered for a minute where she had been when he had when he used his powers on their assailant because he had not seen her in the kitchen at that time. Which did not mean she had not been there… The implications of her having witnessed that bizarre scene were too complex for Sam to handle right now, so if she did not bring it up he wouldn’t either.
"I, uh, finished the survey; do you want me to get a first aid kit?"
He smiled a strained smile through his cracked lip at her offer, she was kind but he was not sure there that their first aid kit had what was needed to make him feel better. What he really wanted were some painkillers but he knew that they would not help the doc diagnose him properly, masking the pain often lead to things being missed and with a head wound he would take no risks.
“No thank you. I’m going to try and get myself home and see the doctor there.”
The awkwardness of the situation seemed to stretch somewhat. He did not know what to say to her anymore and the silence was dragging. He let his eyes rest of the pile of papers on the table. That was right he had started today being ignored by strangers who did not want to fill in his surveys. At the time he had been annoyed by that but now he decided that being ignored was not a bad thing sometimes. It certainly beat having crazy strangers paying attention to you.
He reached across and started slowly straightening the piles and stacking them up. He decided that he would call a cab to get him home; even though it would be expensive it was the only way he was sure to get home in one piece.
“I’m going to call a cab to take me home; because I’m not sure I’d survive the subway like this. Do you have someone to take you home? You shouldn’t go on your own, not today…”
He was more than happy to share his cab with her if she wanted but he had a feeling that maybe she would prefer to go home with someone that did not remind her of the horrible events of that afternoon.
When he finally covered the short distance back to his initial table he was surprised to find his waitress sat there. As she once more greeted him, he pulled out a chair and sat down, stranding was proving to be pretty difficult and he would need his strength to get home. Once he was sat across from her it occurred to him that he did not even know her name and he felt that referring to her as “the waitress” after what had just happened seemed a little off.
“I’m Sam by the way… and I suppose I’m pleased to meet you although I would rather it have happened under better circumstances.”
He felt better having introduced himself, as if they could now be friendly with each other instead of formal. After all he was no longer a client here, as he doubted he would ever see that burger. He took a few moments to look her over and was relieve to see that she had gotten away mostly unscathed. Which made him wonder how his face looked, his lip was pretty swollen where he had been punched and if he looked the way he felt he must be a mess. So he tried a reassuring smile before she could worry.
“Sorry the adrenaline rush is coming to an end and I’m paying for it. What happened here while I was gone?”
He could tell by the police presence that she had wasted no time in calling the cops, but that did not explain why she had not been able to get help from any of the other staff earlier.
Getting Shane into the car turned out to be easier than Sam had been expecting. It appeared that the injured mutant had finally decided to cooperate a bit. That added to the fact that Celeste was keeping quiet made Sam start to believe that things might be looking up. However that spark of hope was rapidly quelled as soon as there were all seated in the car.
Celeste’s first reflex was to sit herself as far away as possible from the two of them, which came as no real surprise. But Sam did feel a bit depressed by the fact that she then appeared to try and disinfect her arm using vodka. He wondered if she would do the same thing to the places he had touched her if she ever found out he was a mutant. He doubted it, mainly because if she had not worked out the fact that he was more than a normal human by now then she was blind, deaf and stupid.
Luckily however, Shane had not seemed to notice their hostess’s complete lack of manner. Unluckily though this was because he was busy leaving a trail of blood and other substances on the pristine white interior of the limousine. Sam wanted to grab him and shake him; how could someone have so little common sense? He tried to diminish his frustration by telling himself that it was probably the blood loss that was making him act this way, but that only helped a bit.
Before he could strangle his wayward ward the limo moved off and Celeste asked the driver to warn the doctor of their imminent arrival. It was only then that Sam wondered where Celeste was actually taking them. He knew that he could trust her to be discreet, even more so now that she had seen their patient, because there was no way she would be caught dead in public with Shane. But he was not sure if they were going to a private surgery, clinic or even maybe her house. Though the house seemed doubtful, she would not want people there seeing this.
He shot her a questioning glance, one that he hoped she could read because he could not ask directly. God only knew what Shane would do if he found out that Sam had no idea where they were being taken. So he kept silent, and wondered if Celeste would say more about their destination or if it would turn out to be a surprise.
The trip back to the restaurant seemed to take forever. The headache caused by his fall was back with a vengeance and it meant that every step he took made him feel queasy. But he managed to make it back without being grabbed or falling over in the street. However when he got there he seriously wished that he had just laid down in an alley somewhere to have a nap, because there were cops everywhere.
He hesitated for an instant, torn between facing this mess and just plain running away. But he guessed it would look fishy to have come this far and then suddenly turn around and leave. So he mustered what strength he had left, gritted his teeth against the pain in his head and walked up to the nearest officer.
After he had explained who he was it only took instants for him to be ushered inside and thoroughly questioned. He told them all he knew, all but the part where he had used his mutation to imitate the mad man’s dead brother. He did not think that the police would let off so easily if he did. As it stood they took down his contact details in case they needed more info later, told him he had done well and let him go.
For a few minutes he sat where they had left him, he did not feel ready or particularly capable of getting up right that minute. So he sat and went over how he was going to get himself back to the mansion, because he knew he could go and see the doctor once he got there but the trip seemed just a bit too daunting at the moment. Then another though flashed through his mind: his surveys! Now those he did feel like he could recover, they would only be a few tables over, so on unsteady feet he stood and started heading for the table he had occupied previously.
"From what I've been told it shouldn't be more than a few miles from here. But nowadays you can't really rely on information from some people."
The teen’s remark about the accuracy of information made Sam smile a little. In a twisted way he found it amusing to watch all these people that had been so nice and civil to one another a few years ago completely loose their faith. It was amusing because people had never been honest to each other even back then, it was just that our lives weren’t on the line at that time so the lies could be ignored.
"Does this mean that you're coming along?"
The question brought Sam back to the issue at hand; was he going to continue on alone in the hope of stumbling across this bunker or was he going to risk going to this town? Both options seemed full of pitfalls but the more he thought about it the more only one would give him a definite answer. If he went to the town he was sure to find someone who could tell him about the bunker, whereas if he wondered alone he might never find it. This made up his mind; he was going to return to today’s equivalent of society… even if it was only for a short time.
"If you're coming then keep up."
His comrade did not wait for him to give his answer and just headed off down the street opposite. He fell into pace with the boy careful to keep him on his left as this gave him the best positioning in case of attack.
As they walked Sam kept to himself, he did not feel that talking was a good idea. It would draw attention and stop them from properly being able to hear a potential threat. It was strange how paranoia was a normal trait in today’s humans because to be honest if you were not paranoid you were dead. And it was this very trait that made Sam turn in his tracks about half an hour after they set off. He had heard something fall and although it may well only have been a rat that dislodged it he was not taking any chance. His hand went to his weapon and he waited.
The smile that spread across Celeste’s face told Sam all he needed to know, she knew that she was in a position of power and she was going to milk it for it was worth. But he couldn’t help admitting that he was glad that she was here, things could only get better from now on. First they would get out of this alley, which would make him very happy indeed and then they could entrust Shane to a doctor and thus be free of any responsibility as to his health.
"Okay."
Her words were simple but there meaning was extensive, still Sam grabbed onto her acceptance of the situation and was about to suggest they all get back in the car asap when Shane did something regrettable. He fell forward and before Sam could get enough of a hold on him he had grabbed Celeste’s hand. Oh god…
Sam quickly grabbed hold of Shane in such a way as he could keep him upright and this time he would not let go, no matter how much the other man protested. All the while he tried to avoid looking at Celeste. She had gone very pale when Shane had touched her and Sam could guess that she was trying very hard not to run away screaming. So he let her gather her thoughts once more and hoped that she would not decide to just leave them there after all.
“Can we get going? Standing in this alley is not helping anyone.”
He tried to make his statement purposeful but not aggressive. He did not want anyone to feel like they were holding him up, as angering either of the others would lead to disaster. And before he really got a response he started shifting his weight so that he could help Shane the few feet that were left between the alley and the open door of the limousine.
It was then that Sam noted that the driver was standing quietly holding the door open for them. He had met the man a couple of times in the past and he had been impressed by his professionalism. Tonight however the man’s face held something that bordered on disapproval. This made feel even more wretched as it appeared that even though he was only trying to help everyone was going to hold him accountable for this unfortunate series of events.
Sam was regretting having signed himself up for this class, as not only had he been scared half to death but he had in no way had to use his mutation. Granny had casually stopped the program when it had appeared that they were going to be in serious trouble if things continued. And now she was lecturing them on what they had done wrong.
When she told him that he should do some training with the phy ed teacher, Sam had to bite back and angry remark that would have gone along the lines of: “sorry for not knowing what to do when attacked by a giant nutcracker”. Instead he followed their not so understanding teacher and continued to listen to what she had to say, for it appeared that the practical part of this session was over. All that was left was the scolding.
From that point on Sam decided that he could live without military style mutation training. If he needed to find a way to improve his control over his powers he would do it some other way.
