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 few passersby present on the street outside turned at the sound of the restaurant door violently hitting the wall as Sam thrust it open. He did not stop running as he came out into the street but instead turned left and slowed slightly to make sure his pursuer could see in which direction he had gone. Beside if he got too far away from the other man his mutation’s affect would ware off and that would be a bad thing.
Sam’s plan was simple enough, get to somewhere with a bit of a crowd and then turn off his mutation. His hopes were that the man would continue to search for his brother and forget about his initial purpose. He did not have to wait long before the door to the restaurant once again struck the wall signaling the presence of his prey.
The idea of the man now being the prey for his mutation would have been almost amusing if it did not mean using himself as bait. However now was not the time to think about such things, he picked up his pace once more and pushed on, in what he hoped was the direction of a busy street.
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Minutes passed and all Sam could concentrate on was his breathing and the fact that the man was actually still following him. This was made easier by the fact that the other guy kept shouting at him to stop and wait. He did however have to admit that he was seriously out of shape, running like this should not be this hard and he knew that when the adrenaline wore off he was going to feel seriously crap. That and his head had started to pound once again; he reckoned that by now he had a pretty huge lump.
Then he finally saw it, the street he had been looking for. It appeared to be a busy shopping thoroughfare and there was a good crowd. He knew that this was his salvation, so to make sure that the other man would follow he let out one last taunt.
“Come on we’re nearly home free!”
Then he plunged into the crowd and slowly slowed to a walk. When he had mixed in with the surrounding people he let his mutation drop, he could still here the man calling for him but he did not turn around. Instead he ducked into a shop and waited there long for a while before he headed back out into the street and started retracing his steps back to the restaurant.
All the while he expected a hand to reach out and grab him.
The youth did not seem to be of any use to Sam and his thoughts turned back to the task ahead. He was going to have to find more information on the bunker from somewhere but where? It was going to be hard to find someone trustworthy enough to rely on and he had no idea what had become of New York since he’d left. The idea of walking into the unknown grated but there seemed to be no other option.
With his mind made up Sam started heading down from his vantage point towards the youth; he had decided that if the kid had been going to sprint something on him he probably would have done it by now. And besides he couldn’t stand up there forever because as much as the high ground is an advantage it also makes you highly visible for miles around. He descended slowly carefully picking his footing so as not to fall or injure himself. Injury nowadays was fatal.
He had kept his eyes on the boy the whole time, still cautious of him, and was now only a few feet away. As he drew closer something about this youth sparked a sense of memory but he could not quite put his finger on it so he pushed it away. He made his way past the boy and took a few more steps before an idea came to him.
“You mentioned you were going to the town. Is that close?”
Maybe if the town was trying to be a replica of normal society he would be able to find some information there.
Surprise and shock ran across their attacker’s face and Sam almost found himself holding his breath. If this play did not work than they were in for it. Besides if the man did not make a move soon the adrenaline that was masking the pain in his head would wear off and then he’d be in no real state to do anything.
“What?”
The man took a step forward and Sam tensed, he could not afford to allow physical contact but he could not flinch away either. The fact that he just had to stand there was torture, it made every muscle in his body strain and he knew that he’d feel terrible in a very short while, whether he got beaten to a pulp or not.
"How are you here? Mom and Pop...They went away for your murder. I buried you."
Sam hated doing this to people; he hated to see the hope reignite in their eyes that hope that maybe all that they had been through before was a lie. But this guy had pushed him into it; he had pushed him to the point where there had been no more options, so the sympathy vanished. All that was left was the fear, fear that this guy would touch him and realize that it was all an illusion.
So before anything else could happen Sam turned on his heels and ran for the door. He did not run to fast because the whole point was that he would be followed but he had to admit the urge to just bolt and get the hell out of there was strong. He risked a glance back just to make sure the guy was following and then hit the door to the street running.
Sam only received the briefest of responses from Shane, it seemed like his condition was worsening rapidly. He had known moving was not a good idea but the other mutant had not liked the idea of sitting alone in the alley while help came. Sam guessed that trust was still lacking in this relationship and only desperation had made Shane accept his offer of help.
He shrugged it off, whatever the reason they were here now and there were headlights approaching. Sam turned and walked a couple of steps out onto the pavement so that he could be seen from the road. He had given Celeste the name of the street crossing they were on but he reckoned that he should make doubly sure that she found them. It would not do to watch the limo drive straight past them and into the night.
He was so focused on the incoming car that it took a while for Sam to register what the noise coming from behind him meant. Shane was being ill… great. He kept his back to the man until the sound of retching finished, Sam was not so good with dealing with vomit it usually made him want to be sick as well, and then went to try and help Shane move away from his own waste.
Just as he turned he heard a car door open and close behind him and he could not help but curse the girl’s timing. This whole vomit business was not going to endear Shane to her any more than his mutation would. He stifled a groan and went to help Shane away from the wall, all the while listening to Celeste’s footsteps behind him. When the footsteps stopped short of them and she said nothing, he knew that he was in for it.
Still he persevered and gave Shane a warning glare that meant all at once: “don’t say anything” and “you will let me help you to the car”. He could not be asked dealing with Shane’s protests that he could walk on his own. When he finally maneuvered the other mutant to his feet he turned back to Celeste, who was of course glaring at his accusingly.
He knew he was going to have to explain, to justify this before she would let him any closer, but to be honest he was getting just a bit sick of justifying things tonight. He took a deep breath, which he quickly regretted as he inhaled the smell of vomit, and tried to explain things.
“Look I know… I just kind of found him. And he’s hurt bad. You couldn’t expect me to leave him here to bleed out?”
He left out the fact that the idea of leaving Shane to bleed out had been really tempting at one point. And he was seriously grateful that the pain was stopping Shane from strangling him on the spot, as Sam was well aware that he was talking about the man as if he had just found a poor lost puppy.
“He said he would only go to someone I trusted… So I called you.”
He hoped that the trust thing would win her over, make her feel special enough that she would allow them into the car. But he knew that whatever she decided he was going to be paying for this night for a very long time.
Sam waited for a response from the figure bellow. He tensed as the boy raised an arm, his first thought was “crap, gun”, but it turned out that he was wrong. All the figure did was wave which made Sam frown slightly, why wave? Did this guy know him? Well the mystery would probably remain intact because for the moment he had no intention of getting any closer to the stranger.
"I'm looking for the town. It's supposed to be around here."
Sam had heard about the town but he had not really had an interest in it so he had not enquired as to its location. He had no real interest in trying to rebuild a poor copy of the life he had lived before, those days were gone. What he was interested in however was information and maybe this kid would have some.
“Hey, have you heard of a bunker? Any idea which way it might be?”
He knew that asking for directions was a dangerous sport. People could very well send him into a trap and he would take any info he got with a pinch of salt. The new rule around here was trust nothing and no one. He took a second to look around and check no one was sneaking up on him from behind. It would not do get ambushed while concentrating on someone that for the moment had proved harmless enough.
A grating silence greeted him as he stepped into the room. Seconds seemed to stretch on for an eternity as he took in the scene. He could not see the girl but he could guess her location because the guy was closing in on her fast. Sam closed his eyes and tried to ignore the pain in his head, he was going to need all of his concentration for what was to come.
As time picked up once more he took another step into the room and the sound of his footstep drew the man’s attention. Their aggressor whirled towards him and Sam had to force himself to stay put and keep a neutral expression on his face. He did not know who he was supposed to be but whoever it was would be friendly towards this guy. So he couldn’t go around scowling… at least not yet.
"Brother?"
The surprise that resonated in the other man’s voice had become a common thing for Sam when using his power. No one expected to see their loved one in some random place they had no business being. So Sam pushed past the look of shock on the man’s face and latched on to the important information he had been given. He now knew that he was a male which made things easier, being a woman was hard as they did not move the same. And being a family member was also good because he could rebuke him and probably get away with it.
"How? They told me you were dead."
Sam suppressed a groan. He hated being a dead person; things were always so much more complicated when that happened. Mainly because the person he used his powers on were so much more surprised. Thoughts now raced through his head, he needed to find a way to get this guy out of here and he needed to do it now before the illusion fell apart or he gave himself away.
“Never mind that, the cops are coming we’ve gotta leave.”
Sam was thankful that his power altered his voice as well because his English accent would have given him away every time otherwise. He was playing the “let’s leave now” card because he would not be able to answer any personal questions properly.
“I just ran past some beat up kid screaming for help and the cops. We gotta go NOW!”
He made himself shout the last word and hoped that it would break the shocked look on the man’s face and prompt him into action. If he could only get him as far as the street outside they should be safe.
Bringing Home the Bacon: Sam goes into a small restaurant and get's into a whole mess of trouble. COMPLETE
Testing a friendship: Now that Shane and Sam have worked out their previous misunderstanding, Sam is trying to get help. He calls in Celeste.
[AoS] A spark of hope?: Three years after the nuclear war ravaged the world, Sam makes his way back to New York city to try and track down anyone he hold dear.
Sam was busy picking his way over what had once been a grocery store of some sorts. The building must have been damaged by the blast but he was sure that it had been torn to rubble by people searching through it for the food stuff and other items it may have been hiding. Now all that was left was a ramshackle pile of rubble that had blocked his way.
He had not wanted to climb it as he knew that he would be exposed up on top and that the footing would be traitorous. Being exposed was not a good thing nowadays, away from humanity he might have been but that had only served to heighten his distrust towards his own kind. There was however no other obvious path toward the part of town he wanted to reach and he had decided to brave the climb.
During his ascent he made sure to watch for any movement other than his own. He knew that a lot of pets had found their freedom in the days that followed the disaster and now they seemed to thrive where there masters faltered. Therefore he also watched for stray dogs or other less manageable wildlife.
He was armed at least; he carried a machete strapped to his right thigh. The weapon had been one of the souvenirs he had brought back with him from a research trip in Africa. He had found it useful back then and more than a little novel. Now it was the difference between life and death and it was still extremely useful. He used it to keep his hair at a reasonable length and to shave the small amount of bread that tried to grow in. And of course it was ideal for chopping wood and digging things like latrines. However on the night he had gone to fetch it from his room, he had been looking at its qualities as a weapon more than anything else, he had needed something to defend himself with.
Pushing thoughts of the past out of his mind he concentrated on the present and was glad to see that he had reached the top of the rubble. He took a moment to look around and take in the lay of the land. The street up ahead was quiet but a small amount of movement caught his eye. He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun and get a better look.
There was a figure making its way towards him, its pace was slow but steady. Sam tensed, he did not like meeting others but he needed information. Information that would hopefully help him locate this bunker he had heard off. Without moving from his position of strength on the high ground, he called out to the stranger.
“State you’re business.”
His tone was harsh and there was no “what’s your name” or “how can I help you”, not anymore.
As the world came back into focus Sam seriously wished it hadn’t. His head felt like it was about to explode. His first instinct was to touch the wounded area and access the damage. One split lip which was bleeding slightly and one hell of a lump on the back of his head. He wiped the blood away from his mouth and tried to remember how he had hurt the back of his head when he clearly remembered being hit in the jaw.
It was only as he hauled himself upright using the doorframe that the pieces came together. He had been hit and he had fallen backward… probably straight into the aforementioned doorframe. He groaned as the world swam in front of his vision and he wondered how long he had been out for.
The answer came to him quickly enough, in the form of a series of loud noises coming from the kitchen. It appeared that his ordeal was not over yet. Slowly he edged himself towards the source of the sound. His pace was dictated by the blurred way the world seemed to spin around him as for the need for stealth. As he reached the door he took moment to access the situation.
Disappointment and anguish filled him when he saw what was going on. He had seriously hoped that the girl would have been able to find help but apparently it was not to be. It turned out that the man had got her almost cornered; soon she would have to turn and face him. Now was the time for him to do something… something more useful than getting punched in the face.
That did not leave him with many options; actually it only left him with one… He had considered calling the cops but he was not sure that that would work. This man seemed crazed enough not to care, which only left him with his singular and extremely passive mutant power. Sam had to hope that he at least provide a distraction.
Focusing his blurred mind on the man, he reached for that telltale tingling that indicated that his power was active. He knew this was going to be a weird moment. Their aggressor would see him as someone else while Sarah would see him as himself. And he had no idea who he was impersonating…
Sam had made the call. He could not help but feel that this was going to end badly, that she would freak out and leave them standing on the side of the road. He felt bad about the whole thing. Celeste had been super happy that he had called her, that when he had a problem he had relied on her. And yes he was relying on her but what she did not know was that she was to help a mutant.
Sam knew how she felt about mutants; she had made it clear enough during their first meeting. He knew that she liked him well enough purely because he did not look like a mutant. His companion however was all too obviously a mutant. However Sam was hoping that Celeste’s regular visits to the mansion might have softened her view of them enough to be willing to help.
But he felt bad about the whole thing, this was a gamble and the problem was that he was gambling someone else’s life. He turned back to look at his companion who was now once again propped against a wall for support. They had made it down the alley to the road side, so that Sam could give their exact location to Celeste. But the short trip had not been an easy one…
Now he was going to have to brief Shane, for that was his companion’s name, (he had made it so that they finally exchanged names as he was sick of helping someone he had not even been introduced to) on what not to say when their ride got here.
“Look when she gets here, I’ll talk to her. If she talks to you please try and be a little nice, she doesn’t take criticism well.”
And so they stood and waited for the tell tale limousine to appear out of the New York night.
Sam watched the other mutant pull himself upright, it looked like a very painful experience. He did not however offer a helping hand, there was still too much of a barrier between the two of them for that. He noticed that the blood flow increased from the shoulder wound and wondered if maybe moving had been a bad idea. They had not even decided on a destination yet.
“No schools!”
The words were filled with pain and a little something else that Sam could not quite put his finger on. Besides he had come to expect this guy to snap at him so he paid very little attention to the unfriendly way in which they had been expressed. What he did pay attention to was the fact that if they were not going to the school then he was about to have to call in an enormous favor; one that he would be paying back for a very long time.
He was about to say something to his companion when he noticed him sway alarmingly. That settled it; whatever they were going to do they needed to do it now. Otherwise things were going to get a whole lot worse.
“Whatever. Let’s just go wherever you want.”
The words surprised Sam and almost brought a smile to his lips. It proved that his patient had finally realized the seriousness of his condition and the fact that he needed Sam. Well maybe that meant that he would be a little more cooperative, which considering what was going to happen next would be vital. Keeping his smile hidden, Sam stared the guy in the eyes and said:
"Don't you think it's bad that your friend doesn't know your name?"
Why did this guy want so much for them to be friends? Sam was having a hard time working out a real motive behind this and it was making anticipating what was to come next almost impossible. One thing he was glad to see thought was that the girl seemed to be following the same line of thought as he was: run. Sam saw that it was going to fall to him to keep the other guy occupied long enough for her to slip away.
“She’s not my friend; I only met her about fifteen minutes ago. She’s a waitress, I’m a customer.”
He felt stupid having to explain things like that, wasn’t it a normal thing for someone who walked into a restaurant to just be a customer? He tried to keep track of whether or not the waitress had got away but he was worried that his gaze might lead the other man to turn around and notice what she was doing. So he ploughed on and asked him more question.
“Look I don’t know what you want with me but she just works here leave her out of it.”
The man’s sick smile widened at that statement and his gaze read: “so you’re trying to protect her, hey?”. Then without warning he started turning back towards her. Out of instinct Sam reached out to grab the guy’s arm. It seemed like the only way to stop him. However physical contact seemed to have been the provocation that their aggressor had been waiting for.
Sam caught a brief look of satisfaction in the man’s eyes as his fist caught the illusion mutant in the lower jaw. Pain exploded in Sam’s head and then for a brief moment… nothing.
Tumbled buildings and silence were all that greeted the illusion mutant upon his return to what had, not so long ago, been the proud city of New York. Now it was a ruin: the place where everything had started, before everything had nearly ended. In the three years since the explosion Sam had had plenty of time to think over the irony of things. He had always thought that the world would end because of someone’s mutant powers going haywire, but he had been wrong. The world had not needed mutants to blow itself to bits but most people had felt the way he had a mutants took the blame anyway.
He remembered the day of theexplosion; the school had withstood the blast and become a place of shelter. Amazed by the near miracle that had saved them, they had thought themselves safe, survivors. As the days wore on they had watched with horror as the rest of the world turned to ash. But that sense of safety had been short lived, because although the blast did not kill them, ordinary everyday people did. The fear and helplessness felt by the population of New York had turned on them. They had been blamed and then they were hunted. The hatred he had felt that day would never leave him and it had been the reason that when he ran, he ran as far from the city and civilization as possible.
For two years he had lived alone, relying on the skills he had learnt as a child during times when camping and living rough had been a hobby not a necessity. He had wondered daily if he would die out there, whether because of an accident, starvation or slowly because of the radiation poisoning. But death had not come and scrapping by using the land had slowly become easier. It was not a good life but it was a life.
And then he had a chance encounter with a man out there, a man running from the city because of something he had done. Sam had not bothered to ask what, as talking about trivial things was no longer relevant in this post apocalypse society.
They had camped together that night, even though Sam had slept his knife within easy reach. And the man had told stories of how the city had changed. Sam had listened because it was rare for him to encounter anyone and any news was welcome. The man had told of amazons and pit fighting, of what happened to people who did not belong anywhere and of a town that had come together in a semblance of order. Then he had told of a bunker in which people lived and traded, of how the rumors that the owner was a rich spoiled teenage girl.
The bunker story caught and held Sam’s attention and he had gotten as much information as possible out of the man before he left. For days he had mulled that story over, wondering if his gut feeling might be right. As the description the man had given him of the bunker’s owner brought to mind a certain blond princess who thought she was too good to live like the rest of humanity. It would not surprise him for once second if Celeste was holed up in a bunker sipping tea while the world died.
However the idea that someone he knew might still be out there alive had made him restless. Which was why after three years of absence, he had now returned to New York City.
After finally having read all of this plotting, I'd like to announce that Sam will be around for this. But seeing how out of the loop I am on everything he'll probably be a loner.
It appeared that his waitress had thought that the idea of that creepy guy just continuing staring was funny and Sam figured it was more of a nervous laugh than anything else. He knew they both felt threatened by the man but she felt game enough to accept his plan. Which meant that whatever happened next was on him… it was now his responsibility to keep her safe.
She gave him one last smile as she stood and he let her have a small head start before rising after her. When he did stand and turn around, she was almost at the kitchen door and the intruder was staring avidly at her. This did not bode well. As she disappeared from sight, Sam made his way across the room but the other man’s attention was not on him anymore. Fear started to tighten in Sam’s stomach and his mind raced as he watched their stalker follow into the kitchen.
"Hello there. Who's your friend?"
Creeping slowly up to the door the other two had just passed through he caught the man’s words and they made him shudder. Why did that guy want to know and if he had a problem with him why was he pestering the girl?
"Just a customer. I don't even know his name,"
He somewhat doubted that her reply would satisfy the man, which meant that he was going to have to do something, anything before the situation got even more out of hand. Fear and doubt made Sam hesitate. He was not a hero, what could he do to help? Well to begin with, not running away would be good. Taking a deep breath Sam forced himself into the room beyond and into the middle of the confrontation. Mustering courage that he definitely did not feel he addressed their aggressor.
“What is it to you who I am?”
Slowly the man turned to face him and Sam throat constricted. He hoped that the man would feel outnumbered and leave. And he hoped that his waitress would take this moment of distraction to go and get the rest of the staff.
