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 moment that Mahadevi stated that she required faith instead of trust, Alex hesitated when he heard her and fumbled with the golden clay in his malachite and his hands, resulting in a large thumb-print being pressed into the top of the foot his was sculpting. It wasn't any big deal, but as he started to gently rub the thumb print out, the goddess stated that was seemed crucial to him was virtually nothing to her, and Alex froze where he stood and stared at her, feeling a bit hurt and it showed on his face. Here she was demanding to know why he thought his mutation was a curse instead of a gift while at the same time saying that it was a trivial matter to her. What else she said had gone in one ear and out the other at that point.
The malachite manipulator felt as if his blood was starting to boil. Had she basically just said that he didn't have a choice in the matter? That he had to tell her why his power was a curse even if he didn't want to because she was... no, viewed herself as a deity? And that it was a trivial matter to her but she was entitled to know it anyway? Was that it? Alex started fuming as his malachite retracted back into the bracers on his wrists and he crushed the golden clay in his hands... turning it from a beautifully sculpted foot into a pile of goo that was seeping out from between his fingers.
Without a word, Alex's hurt face expression turned to one of anger as he threw down the golden clay in his hand and it landed on the other clay foot he had just finished, ruining it too. "Shut up." Alex hissed at Mahadevi as he grabbed a rag off of a stool and whipped off his hands. The possibility of getting a whole bunch of money for making a statue for her had blinded him for what was really going on, and the anger that was festering inside of him had cleared his head. She wasn't a deity at all, just another mutant that was living in a delusional world of self importance... and he had almost supported that viewpoint by making an idol for her! What was more was that she hadn't given herself these viewpoints, but had been raised in them by someone else. Alex had seen this before, and he was putting his foot down.
"Do you truly view yourself as such an important being that you're entitled to know the deepest secrets of everyone you meet because the people in your country told you that your a deity? And because you view yourself as a deity, everything life changing event that has torn a person from the inside out is trivial to you?" Alex stated with a scowl as his glowing green eyes faded back to their normal cyan coloring. It was then that Alex's mind registered what she had said about how being gifted is different from her home to here in his. "You were raised in an environment in which you've never lost anything, so let me paint a picture for you so you understand what the real world is like. Power comes with a price, and in every case the price is too high to pay. Some people, like myself, lose everything to the price that they had to pay for the power they never wanted in the first place, while others, like most tyrants, force everyone around them to pay the price of their power for them so they can live in luxury." Alex stated as he stomped away from Mahadevi and took a seat behind his counter. The shutters for his shop were down and the door was locked, so until she or her attendant raised them and she got herself dressed, she didn't have any choice but to listen to him.
"And before you think your different, think again! I can see the price that you had to pay already, and that was your free will... and you paid for it so long ago that you don't even know that you've lost it. Sure, you're position lets you live in wealth and has people idolize you, but I'm guessing that not once were you ever allowed to choose to do something that you wanted to do. You're forced to be a goddess even if you didn't want to be... and the moment you stop acting like a goddess they'll toss you out like a leper! Another thing is that no government allows someone else have as much power as you have unless they can profit from it. Do people have to pay money or make an offering in order to even catch a glimpse of you? How much of those offerings are being pocketed by the government or your loyal priests I wonder. And you're pocketing some of it too in the form of expensive clothing, jewels, and exotic foods." Alex stated as he continued his verbal assault.
He then calmed down and folded his arms across his strong chest. "If you can prove to me that this isn't the case, then I'll take it all back and you'll get that idol you want for free. Otherwise, get out."
Alex only shrugged in response to Koga's statement about him knowing somewhere Alex could go that no one would ever dare attempt to attack, and the malachite manipulator guessed that it was some sort of fortress, or some other thingy. After Koga was in the shop, Alex locked the door but left the shutters open so he could keep an eye on the streets, and he noticed that those gangsters that he had slammed his front door on were out and about again... but this time they had spread themselves out. Odd... they had always stuck together because there was strength in numbers.
Alex turned his attention back to Koga when the man introduced himself and stated that the malachite manipulator had put away a major M-drug dealer, and that the supplier could've been the Order... and that some big red guys were involved. "Big red guys?" Alex repeated, a little confused. "I've only met one big red person, but she's only a child outside her transformation, so she wouldn't be involved with this type of stuff... I hope." Alex stated, then he stopped and thought a moment... and realized that the man might have meant some other big red guys. "Wait... do you mean those red mountains of muscle that have tails? One of them might be involved?" Alex asked as he blinked in realization. He had heard of them on the TV, and where ever they were there was usually a big hole there when they left. And the Order... Alex had heard about them too. He had even been given the offer to join them from a woman that had helped him when he first entered New York a few months ago. He still had the Order business card she had given him. She had made him think that the Order was group for where mutants could feel safe... and now he hears that they were actually a gang. With a huff, Alex pulled out his wallet and pulled the Order business card out of it, and showed it to Koga. "A gang with their own business cards. Now I've seen everything." Alex commented as he tossed the card into a trash can. "You have my full attention now."
Alex kept his eyes focused on Koga's face as the man continued, saying that the big red guys were with the Order, and that they have a lot of notorious killers, but the nicknames that Koga gave him were ones that Alex didn't recognize. The man continued, stating that whom ever was after Alex was someone that he didn't recognize... which was good because it would give Koga the time to convince Alex that he needed help. After mentioning the group of thugs that had been walking by and asking if Alex had insurance, the malachite manipulator nodded. "I've seen them. They actually tried to shake me down for a protection fund... and I stood up to them saying that I didn't need protection and slammed the door in their faces. Now I see that responding to them that way wasn't such a hot idea. And yeah, I have insurance for my shop and the contents, along with health." Alex responded.
With a sigh, Alex shook his head and started to walk into the back of the shop. "You win Koga. I'll take the protection... but only because those red mountains of meat are involved. I can handle myself in a fight, but those guys might give me trouble. Since you've given me the impression that you want to leave for the safe house right now, let me grab some things that I can't leave behind. By the way, My name is Alex if you didn't know." Alex stated as his eyes started to glow green as he walked downstairs, entered his bedroom, and pulled a box out from under it that was producing a beautiful ringing sound that only Alex could hear. Opening it up to reveal the malachite bracers, Alex grabbed them and slipped them onto his forearms, then checked to make sure the rest of the contents of the box were alright. His father told him never to use it unless he had to... and it looked like that time was a lot closer then he first thought. Closing the box, Alex slipped it into a backpack, zipped it up, and grabbed his new leather jacket and put it on. It took him only half a minute, then walked back upstairs with the bag on his back. "Ready."
Alex grinned in response to the man's reply to what Alex had stated the moment he had opened the door of his shop, but the malachite manipulator's grin vanished just as quickly as his 'guest's' grin when the man realized that Alex wasn't gonna let him in. Was this guy being watched or was he just one of those really nervous people? Still though, this guy didn't look like he was going to be leaving any time soon.
Once the guy mentioned the drug dealer that Alex had gotten arrested and that the officer in charge of the investigation asked this guy to watch out for him, Alex's neutral expression shifted to one of annoyance. "I told that bonehead that I didn't want any protection what so ever, not even an undercover one." Alex grumbled as he shook his head. When he had originally met that police officer, the guy was wondering why Alex didn't want protection, and Alex simply stated that he didn't want someone following constantly because such a thing made it hard for him to considerate on work. In reality it was that he didn't want anyone to see that he was a mutant and attempt to use that to shift the court ruling in favor of the drug dealer. Such a thing has happened before and dealers and suppliers have walked away scot-free.
At the question of if Alex had anywhere safe he could hold up for a while, the malachite manipulator shook his head. "Been asked that question before, the answer is the same as before: no. All I have is my pottery shop and my home in the basement of this place. I don't have place else to do besides a motel room." Alex replied. He was thinking of the X-mansion, but he had only been there once and had met only two people there... and the conversations with both of them had ended on a sour note. Besides, Alex had been under the impression that the police picked the safe house, not the person being protected.
He cleared his throat before continuing. "Besides, I can handle myself in a brawl, thank you. I've taken on seven battle hardened mercenaries all at once with only my wits and my surroundings, and I survived it. Had a couple dozen battle scars afterwards, but survived it none the less. I don't need protection." Alex stated again as he crossed his arms over his chest in a huff. However after he did that, he shook his head and opened the door more so the man could come into the shop. "But it wouldn't hurt to know what I'm gonna be up against. Come in, and what's your name?" Alex stated, then let the front door shut once Koga had entered the shop.
As the two of them walked towards the main lobby, Alex glanced over at the zombie woman as she introduced herself and noticed that she seemed to be walking quickly through the hallway of the hospital, as if she really wanted to get out of there. It wasn't until that they were passed the reception desk that he noticed her slowing down, and he did so as well. What she had to tell the malachite manipulator to answer his question about what was bothering her though wasn't something he expected. That doctor had tried to experiment on her? He had gone as far as removing her head? And he had greeted her with a kiss a moment ago? Alex felt like he was gonna hurl. Clearly she had managed to escape somehow, and clearly he wanted to continue his experiment on her.
"No need for you to apologize. He's the one to blame." Alex stated as he managed to resist the urge to go back the way they had just come so he could hunt down that mad doctor and made him pay for his inhuman crimes. It wasn't unheard of for doctors to do experiments on corpses, and some cures came from the experimenting on corpse... but in Alex's eyes Emily was still alive... pulse or no pulse. As they exited the hospital and approached a taxi, Emily asked him where he wanted to go. It was a good question, since he really didn't have any place to go.
On the other hand he did just lose a good leather jacket and needed a replacement. With a shrug, Alex waved at the taxi to tell the driver that he and Emily were going to need a ride. "Do you know of any good clothing shops nearby? I need a replacement for the leather jacket I just lost... or something that would do better in the heat." Alex responded as he opened up the taxi door for Emily, then climbed in behind her and shut the door.
After that, Alex bit his lower lip slightly and sighed. There was a question that he wanted to ask her, but it was really rude. Still though, he had to ask. "So... uh... how did you... uh... learn you had this gift? It's an amazing gift to say the least." Alex stated as he blushed slightly in embarrassment at his own question, knowing full well that the only way she could of found out about her gift was if she had died.
Upon hearing Aura's reaction to his advice, Alex couldn't help but wonder if she seemed happy to hear him actually talking back. She was different alright, but he still couldn't shake the fact that she had killed these people when it wasn't necessary, then again that was from his own point of view that had developed from the way he had been raised to respect everyone's God given gifts. Maybe she had a rough life as she grew up and this was all she really knew. The malachite manipulator couldn't say for sure, but he was certain that this woman wasn't one for mercy while he was... when the situation allowed it that is.
Though when he saw Aura nearly match his malachite chainsaw with her own powers, he couldn't help grin slightly. Aura's powers were quite vertical and there was a possibility that she could do anything that he could. He was gonna have to test that theory by pulling off some of his favorite tricks and seeing if she could match him. It was then that Aura rushed at him with her aura hammer arm as his malachite katana was retracting. Trying to act fast, Alex lifted his malachite encased left hand to his chest and manipulated the green stone till it had formed a large round green shield, similar to those used during the middle ages, and her attack struck the shield. The malachite shield easily withstood Aura's power... his arm on the other hand wasn't able to deflect all of the force behind the blow so his arm and the shield was shoved against his torso and Alex was thrown off balance, not to mention that all the air in his lungs was forced out. Now it was his turn to backpedal so he could regain his balance.
Gasping for air, Alex gave Aura a respectful nod. "Nice attack. Thats gonna leave a a nasty bruise..." Alex stated with a cough. It was now clear that the woman was stronger then him... not by much, but she was stronger, maybe faster as well. Now it was time to be sneaky. With his katana back to normal length, Alex swung his malachite blade, aiming for Aura's own weapon so the two blades would clash with one another. When the did though, a second blade grew out of the bottom side of the hilt of the malachite katana, curved around, and grew towards Aura's left thigh... though the razor edges of this second blade was a little more dull. What's more was that Alex had made a mistake in this attack... he hadn't regain his balance yet.
I was thinking I'd have Streak volunteer for babysitting guard duty. Unless you can find a spot for him sooner.
The closest spot that isn't babysitting guard duty would have him part of the escort that takes Alex to a safe house... but that's in the next thread, and I have no knowing how long this one is gonna last. If you wanna wait, go right ahead, but feel free to join.
That goes for everyone else to, and I'm open for more people to join if they wish, but please post here first so I know whom to expect.
Alex had put down the bottle and rag, and was just about to the bottom of the stairs that led to his basement that he called home when he heard a low rap on the windows for his shop, and groaned. Here he was about to sit back down and enjoy a nice cold glass of pomegranate lemonade, more then ready to go to bed... and someone was pounding on the windows of his shop hard enough to break them! "Ugh... this had better be important. If those gangsters are trying to get me to give them protection money again, I'll show them why I don't need protection!" Alex stated, clearly fuming and hot under the collar. He was tired, thirsty, and grumpy. Before he went up stairs though, he walked over to his glass of juice and picked it up, intending to take a big gulp before going back upstairs.
That was when he heard a voice say that he was in danger, and the malachite manipulator froze with the glass barely kissing his drying lips. Images of the man that had killed his father passed through Alex's mind, and he started to wonder if that guy had found him already. It was just too soon for that guy to find Alex already. Just before Alex's father, John, took a killing blow that had been meant for Alex, John had badly wounded that man... bad enough that he might have died from his wound, not to mention that the guy was an old geezer... a powerful old mutant geezer, but old enough to be considered a fossil none the less, and he was working alone now.
Alex shook his head and pushed the sudden feeling of fear he was having to be back of his mind before taking a big gulp of his drink. No, there was no way that his father's murder was here. I must be coming down with something. I'm never this jumpy... Alex thought as he put down the glass and heading upstairs and entered his shop, keeping his left hand in his pocket. Standing there in front of the shop was a Japanese male that was in his upper teens, looking into the window with what Alex thought was a concerned look on his face, and seeing that made Alex puzzled. Was this guy telling the truth about him being in danger? The malachite manipulator was pretty sure he could handle anything that was thrown at him, since most people fled when they saw what his powers could do... both mutant and human alike. Most likely this boy wasn't aware of this.
On the other hand, there were those elsewhere that could tear him to pieces and not even grunt. Maybe he could at least listen to this guy. Then again it could be a trick just to get Alex exposed so someone could attack him, or it could be just another ploy from those darn gangsters to get protection money from him. throwing caution to the wind, Alex walked up to his front door, unlocked it, and opened it a crack. "Do you have any idea how odd it is to have someone come knocking on your door and saying your in danger? This better be the real deal pal, or I'm going back to bed."
Guys, I'm going to be gone for about a week starting tomorrow, and maybe a little longer then that. I'm going to be at a conference in New York and it's a one in a life time opportunity, and I ain't missing it.
Alex did notice Mahadevi's confused yet fascinated look on her face as his ability to manipulate malachite sprang to life as he moved the golden clay into the front of the shop while he prepared to create the statue of the deity that stood in his shop. After Alex had brought all of the clay into the area that he was going to work and had it all lined up on his counter, Alex then had a malachite rod stretch into the back of the shop and bring forwards what looked like a flat cart on wheels. He was going to have to move the statue around Mahadevi while he was making it since he couldn't see every side of her at once. This wasn't a picture that you only needed to see one side of the person you were painting... this was a statue that required Alex to move the statue around as he sculpted it so he could see different sides of the goddess when he needed to. While it would be easier to just have her stand on a turn-table and have it slowly rotate her as he created the sculpture, but Alex didn't have one of those.
Once the rolling flat cart was ready, Alex glanced over at Mahadevi as she removed her outer garments and stood there was only a few pieces of silk covering her. Seeing her like this immediately made Alex blush bright red and his eyes went wide. Clearly when she stated that she wasn't going to hide away perfection, she meant it. It took the malachite manipulator a few seconds to clear his head and focus back on what he was suppose to be doing right now, but he was still blushing. "Oi... I'd face an army without feeling fear any day, but put me with a beautiful woman or goddess and I turn redder then a ripe tomato..." Alex muttered under his breath, and he was hoping he had been quiet enough for the deity of India to not hear him. Finally ready to start, Alex extended his left arm towards the golden clay as two rods of malachite grew out form his bracer and reached for nearest block of clay.
However the moment that the almost seemed to demand that Alex explain why his ability to control malachite was more of a curse then a gift, Alex hesitated and glanced back at her before answering. "It wouldn't hinder me, but I'm not sure I should tell you. What you are asking requires me to trust you to the point that I'd be willing to put my life in your hands. That type of trust is built up over time and not given out on the spot, not even to a deity." Alex responded with a rather flat tone as the malachite rods grabbed onto the first block of golden clay. As Alex brought the clay towards him, the tips of the rods changed shape till they had what looked like razors on them and they started to shave away chunks of clay, then those chunks were reattached at a different angle and were also reshaped. After walking around Mahadevi once to make sure he had her back just right, the hunk of clay he was forming was a perfect replica of her left foot up to her ankle, and it was just as flawless as Mahadevi's real foot. Being careful not to change it shape, Alex lowered the golden clay foot onto the flat cart, then started to use another hunk of clay to form the right foot.
Alex stood there for a moment, completely dumbfounded. He had been standing like that for several seconds before the woman he thought had died right next to him finally acknowledged his presences and answered his question... but only after apologizing. When the woman stated that she actually was dead, and that it had to do with her mutation, Alex's mouth slowly closed his mouth and blinked rapidly a few times to get his eyes refocused and so he wasn't staring at her. If she was already dead, then it would explain why she wasn't sweating earlier when they were standing outside by the mall when he rescued that child... and why she wasn't afraid to stand by his side when that mob wanted to pound him for being a mutant.
At her request to leave the hospital before someone from the morgue recognizes her, the malachite manipulator nodded slowly, still a little zonked out from the fact that he was talking to a walking corpse. "Uh, yeah. Lets get going. I'm Alex by the way." Alex stated, and quickly followed Emily. It wasn't until after Alex had introduced himself that he realized that he had given her his real name instead of his nickname. Why did he do that? Thinking that it was because of him being zoned out slightly, Alex rapidly shook his head in an attempt to get his mind focused on the current situation.
Now thinking a little bit more clearly, Alex noticed a sign on a wall that said 'Main Lobby'' with an arrow pointing down a hallway, and pointed at it since Emily was about to walk passed it. "I think the exit might be this way. The way out of a hospital is always through the main lobby, isn't it?" Alex stated calmly, then noticed a look in the zombie woman's eyes that he knew all too well; fear. Something about this hospital scared this woman. Was it because it was a hospital in general, or was it someone in the hospital? That was when Alex remembered that had caught a glimpse of a doctor kissing the woman's hand before Alex himself had approached her, and she seemed to be in another world for a moment before she answered his question. Was it that doctor she was afraid of? Alex wasn't sure, but it didn't hurt to ask.
Glancing back at her as they made their way to the main lobby, Alex brought up the question. "You seem a bit worried. Something wrong?" Alex asked gently, hoping that he could help. She was already dead, so surely she didn't have to worry about most of the stuff that others had to worry about... right?
Eh, I have a habit of messing up, so I was worried that it was the way I wrote it. Thanks Abyss. I guess at the moment I just have to wait until some goodies, as you called them, walk over to the shop and ask some questions.
This is a heads up for those I'm role playing with. On the 16th, I'll be leaving for a conference and I won't be back till maybe the 23rd, maybe later. I'll make another notification when I'm actually about to leave.
Alex was waiting patiently for the goddess Mahadevi to make up her mind about which clay to use, but in truth Alex was guessing she would use the golden colored clay. It was a very rare brand of clay in that you couldn't buy it from anywhere, but you had to basically make it yourself by mixing several dyes into pure white clay. The malachite manipulator had just enough to make the statue, but he wouldn't have any left over afterwards... not even enough to fill a thimble. So when his important customer stated that she trusted his judgement, Alex was about to reach for the golden clay. It made sense alright since she was basically a goddess... or at least that what people believed her to be.
However right as he reached for it, Mahadevi derailed Alex's train of thought by asking him if he was among the people that were gifted with special powers. Before answering, Alex turned back to face Mahadevi and stared into her eyes for a moment... and looked away only after a single tear had made it half way down his cheek. "Yeah, I'm among those who have special powers... but mine is anything but a gift. Curse would be a better term. Sure, it's the reason why my art is so unique but it's still a curse." Alex stated as he wiped away the tear with a hankie he had in his back pocket, then reached out towards the blocks of clay he hand brought out.
Right after his left arm was fully extended towards the clay, a rod of malachite grew out of the malachite bracer on that arm and extended out over the clay. Once that was done, three claws grew out of the rod and each one grabbed onto a block of clay, but the gold clay was left alone. The rod retracted with the claws still holding onto the clay till it was roughly a foot long, then Alex aimed it towards the back of his shop. Once again the rod extended, and the three claws carried the three blocks of clay into the back of the shop. In appearance what Alex had made out of his malachite was very similar to a conveyer belt, though the contents hung from it instead of riding on top of it. It wasn't a half a minute later when several dozen blocks of golden clay, each one wrapped in plastic, was brought into the front of the shop via Alex's malachite conveyer and placed onto his counter. Now he had plenty of clay to work with, so Alex fully retracted the malachite till it had melted back into the bracer on his wrist.
That done, Alex turned back to face Mahadevi. "Anything you need to do before we begin? This will take at least an hour, maybe two."
