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.
Markus turned around and ran at the boy who held the gun at Markus now and at the sight of his stampede huddled down and began to scream and cover his face with his hands which still gripped the gun. Bewildered, he thought nothing of it and quickly retrieved the boy as he weaved his arm through the boys turtle like stance, pick him up by his waist and made a mad dash for the hut. The boys scream had drawn the Vietnamese girl to the huts door just in time for Markus to tackle her to the ground with the boy in tow as they all clattered to the ground in a matter of seconds.
"What the hell is going on?" The old man was behind the table as usual as the girl began to scream due to Markus's combined weight with the boy was crushing her. "Nhận ra!" She screamed but Markus ignored it all as he would yell "Stay down!" The humming overhead now was a roaring scream that lasted for half a second as in the same amount of time the terraces and rice that was already planted had been lit up in an inferno of gigantic proportions. It was napalm, and it had scorched almost everything, even parts of the surrounding jungle and plant life had been engulfed and began to spread. The only thing that looked untouched was the large wooden wagon with the seed barrels in it.
The captors that had held Markus there were now all in awe of what had just happened, the girl however was only shocked for a moment until realizing that the napalm could reach the barrels needed for their plantation. She began to scream even more frantically as Markus soon coerced by her panic, removed himself and let her begin her sprint upward and out of the hut. "Ai no! Lấy lại ở đây!" The old man switched between English and Vietnamese by accident, but his worry for the girl was immeasurable as he got up from the table and smashed against it while also pushing it aside. In his attempts to pursue her, he had seemed to strain himself as he began to cough violently and hunch himself over.
"What? I...I don't know how rice farming works!" By the time Markus had said this reply the girl had already turned around and headed inside the hut once more. It appeared she didn't hear him or that sentence was the only extent of her knowledge of English. Still confused though, he took the tool she had thrown to the ground next to him in hand and tried to understand how it should be used. It was obviously a spade of some sort that looked covered in dried on dirt and dulled from use.
Markus then looked out into the fields that lay behind him. He stood up to see that the girl had began to plant some rice in the fields but noticed that it was a very meager portion compared to the size of the terraces that still needed to be filled. The boy who had now lowered his gun had pointed out where the rice plants were to be planted and where the seeds themselves were. He saw in the distance a wagon that had two drums of seeds in it and began to proceed towards it, knowing that he might as well start, but just then he heard the sound of something familiar humming violently in the skies above, it was an F-4 Phantom, and he knew exactly it was doing here.
I was planning to use the riots as a way Markus could demonstrate his value to the Order. Say by organizing something that would involve the riots that would give the Order a wedge in the whole matter. As well as devise a scheme to use these riots to throw N.Y.C. in a state of chaos and then have the Order in control of Markus, step up to the plate and fix everything. Markus gets appeal and the community is under his sway when in reality they are playing into the Orders influential hands. Which would only be a small part in the already larger plan to make a nation for mutants.
"Ông tại sao cậu ta không giúp bạn?Tôi có cần phải đe dọa ông ..." She began to speak and grab Markus by the collar of his fatigues as she pulled a large knife from her side and held it close to his neck. "Leave him be! Dừng lại!" The old man spoke as he coughed and held his one hand to his mouth and motioned the other at the girl. Releasing Markus, she dropped the knife and ran into her Granfathers arms and began to cry. "Now now shhhh, Bạn là ổn Ai." He hugged her and spoke as she spoke to him with a muffled voice that Markus could not hear. Markus motioned to step out to the Oldman and he nodded so Markus preceded.
Outside he was once more met with a gun pointed at him by the boy who was now wearing the girls rice hat. "Please...this isn't the time." The boy just stared blankly at him and held the gun pointed at the same place it was when Markus walked out. He then heard shouting from inside the house and then the girl with her eyes wet and red from crying but now her mood transformed by anger, burst out from the hut and pushed Markus down in the dirt. "Nếu bạn có thể tiết kiệm ông nội của tôi sau đó bạn sẽ đến một cái gì đó khác bạn vô dụng Mỹ!" She then threw a tool of some sort at Markus's feet from a burlap sack she had on her side that he did not notice until now. "Start farming!" She spoke almost perfect English.
"Why was I put in there?" Markus asked as he sat down across from the man at the same table and pointed at the trap door that was now closed, as the boy stood behind him with the gun still pointed at Markus. The old man then gave a solemn smile to the boy and motioned with his hand to leave the hut which he did without haste. "That was to hide you my boy, good thing you shut up too, the Vietcong were patrolling near here and if they would of seen you they would of killed you...or worse." The old man spoke as his joking tone was lost.
"But as to why you are here, well I would of let you hide here for now, but my grandchildren will not let you leave for a specific reason. You see, I am dying, and they think you can help me, but I know you are no medic, but they insisted." The old man looked at his hands as he spoke to Markus. "I'm...sorry, I'd get my medic to help you but he wa..." "No need, even if he was here it is already too late, I can tell." Markus then looked at the ground for a moment with a saddened look on his face as he scrapped off some of the dirt that was still on his hands from when he had fallen and he suddenly noticed rice embedded with it, only two or three pieces.
"Hahaha!" The old man chuckled suddenly out of no where and then began to cough and then continue laughing. "What?" Markus asked. "You thought I was god! I just remembered." Markus sneered at the old man's suddenness and interrupted a few seconds later and asked "How can you speak English?" "I learned it, silly American, hahaha! A simple answer for a simple question, however if you want to know why I learned it, it was when I was younger and wanted to go to America." The old man's reply somewhat angered Markus but dislodged him from the situation of things. "Well I think I will take my leave..." Markus stood up from the table to only be met by the gaze of a brunette Vietnamese girl with green eyes and skin that shined like the moon.
Hearing a squeak above him and light shining through onto his face, Markus awoke from his deep sleep. above he saw a figure that was obscured by his not yet adjusted eyes. He then saw a rope ladder fall from above and the figure motion for him to climb up. "God?" Markus said gently as his question was met with a raspy chuckle. It was the old man, he recognized the laugh, he had only heard it once but that was enough to make it familiar with ones ears.
"Done crying? Hahaha!" The old man spoke as Markus remembered the night he had spent in the hole like structure and even now realized that it was night when he had threw his little tantrum. Markus felt embarrassed, but the feeling faded and was soon filled with anger towards the old man. "Who the hell are you!?" He shouted, but then felt something prod at his back. It was the boy poking at Markus's back with the pistol again. "Ngồi xuống!" He shouted as the old man would begin to translate for Markus. "Sit down American boy, haha." He spoke chuckling a bit.
He landed on something soft but his head had slammed into the side of the opening in the floor which made a large clunk sound. At this point Markus thought he had died on the fall in. Maybe heaven was dark he thought, and maybe this soft stuff is just the clouds.... This was his last thought before drifting off into a sleep that was brought on by his panic and exhaustion, he was tired of fighting for his life, what ever they planned to do with him, he didn't care, he only wanted sleep and rest, lots of rest.
Waking up in complete darkness was a new thing for Markus, he thought he was still asleep or as he thought previously, that he had died. But Markus was still alive, within the confines of a room he couldn't even see the inside of. Markus felt around in the dark and tried to make out where he was. He felt dirt on the ground that was somewhat damp and wooden walls that led to a framed piece of wood that was the opening. He tried to push it but it would not budge. Giving up for now he began to feel around more, he felt what he had landed on which seemed to have an odd texture to it. It felt like it was a sac but inside was something extremely malleable and squishy. Markus's mind wandered into the depths of the horrible possibilities of what the sacs could hold, but eventually common sense found it's way into Markus's mentality and settled him for the moment.
A few hours of waiting, Markus began to try the door again, this time he began to slam against it trying in vain to move it. "Im lặng!" He heard a shout from above and a pound on the door that scared him at first. "I don't understand! Let me talk to the Old guy please!" Markus replied but there was no reply. For about half an hour Markus tried to open the trap door by force but only broke down in a panic and tears as he began to hyperventilate from stress and start pounding on the walls of the small space he was in. "I cannot die like this! Please let me out! I revoke America! I revoke everything! Please just don't do this to me!" This continued on for about another 30 minutes and then Markus fell asleep, once more from exhaustion and this time filled with even more feelings of doubt and hopelessness.
Inside the hut it was dark and it smelled of incense that was recently burned. The first sight to be seen would be an old oriental man who was bald and retained a large beard and mustache that covered his neck somewhat. For some reason he began to laugh and then stop and surprisingly speak English. "American Soldier? That is not rice! Hahaha!" He started to laugh again. "Oh thank god, you can speak English, I need..." Before finishing his sentence, Markus was hit with the gun, as the boy pointed it at a rug on the ground when Markus looked at him to see why. Markus was confused by the boys actions, but he noticed a bulge in the rug. He moved it aside somewhat to reveal a handle that was retractable from the other side of a trap door in the floor.
The boy motioned for him to go into the large space that was hidden from sight by the door as Markus was hesitant and spoke to the old man in a quivering voice. "You're not going to let him do this right?" His question was only met with silence as Markus was pushed over the ledge into darkness and the door slammed above him.
"I see, and why be so generous to me Ms. Sinnocent? Not to rule out that I wouldn't like to help you take over this business, but why let me in on it?" Markus asked curiously as he placed his hands firmly on the table and raised one eyebrow. He wasn't too surprised that she had somewhat hidden her real name, criminal exchanges as such usually go down that way. Even if he didn't get a straight answer, Markus would still toss his hat in for the sake of funding.
"I do not know the full extent of your identity but if you have any propositions that would prove beneficial for both of us, I am more than intrigued." Markus replied as he sat back in his chair and crossed his fingers behind his head and wanted to hear more. "If you feel safe enough to tell me your real name for this idea you have, go ahead, I am sure by now I have given you enough trust." Markus commented before letting her continue.
Markus smiled at her sudden burst of laughter, he was confused, but went with the flow of things. Then her mentioning that she need not keep the paper due to a fascinating advantage she already had, had surprised Markus. Never the less, he had nothing to fear, she also wished to keep the paper which didn't phase Markus, as long as it remained in her capable hands. "It's best to keep a step ahead of people in this business, I commend you for that, and yes feel free to keep the paper, as long as you keep it to yourself." As he spoke he watched as the signature seemed to Markus's eye, crawl like a bug over to the girl and disappear into her shirt. It was odd, and he had questions, but best to move onto business.
Just one thing. I believe you owe me. Once she uttered those words, words that Markus was ready to receive, he began to contemplate what she could possibly need. "Of course, anything that my domain can bring forth for your compensation." Markus spoke happily and calm as he opened his arms wide and then placed them on the table. "What can I get you?" Finishing his reply he began to stare her down and prepared to hear her proposal.
"Oh please god no..." Markus spoke as he used the last of his breath to utter the words and fell to the ground. His hair stuck to his face as it was covered in mud and dirt along with the rest of his body he looked at the ground as he began to hear a voice close to the boy begin to speak. "Bảo!Đó là ai?" It was a woman Markus could tell by the voice. He looked up to see a person covered in cloth and a rice hat which concealed her face. "Một người lính.Chúng tôi làm gì?" The boy replied in the same language. Markus knew there was no point in trying to talk to them, he knew they spoke about as much English as he spoke Vietnamese.
He caught a glimpse of the girls eyes through the rice hat, they were green, and he could see that she thinned her eyes at him for a moment as he only gave a blank stare of exhaustion and desperation. Giấu anh bên trong, có một tuần tra Việt Cộng. She turned to the boy and said something that the boy disagreed with, Markus could tell by the boys tone in his quick reply. Ngay bây giờ! The girl yelled as the boy flinched at her anger and then looked at Markus and pointed at the hut and waved the gun. Markus looked back and forth and then got the messaged as he picked himself up, and began to limp to the hut, not knowing his fate.
