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.
Open fields, the smell of fresh air gliding over you and the sound of birds softly flying away. All would be tranquil if not for the accompanied sounds of metal rotors constantly churning and the sound of gun fire far off in the distance to tense up the muscles before a nice three foot drop from a helicopter. But this was war, and this wasn't going to be a paid vacation for anyone, not the enemy and surely not the so called "Liberators." As each man from either one of the two copters that now hovered slightly above the ground barreled out, they each took the approach to the ground in a number of ways, some rolled some just bluntly landed on their legs, others fell on their faces into the mud such as Markus. The other men laughed for a time being until their squad leader took to the situation.
"Straighten up all of you, this is going to take all of us, so I suggest you help your fellow soldiers out if they happen to fall like that instead of laughing." Markus now half faced in the mud that now covered a large portion of his face when he arose struggled to pick himself up now partially wet and top heavy with his gear on. His knees slipped and he faltered into the mud again as the Squad Leader shook his head in disappointment in his poor skill to get himself out of the mud.
"Need a hand?" Another soldier approached, reaching out to pull Markus up. He accepted his hand regretfully as it showed some signs of weakness but not too much. "My names Private Cohen, you'll be helping us deal with the Vietcong." The kind man said after pulling Markus up with a large exertion of his strength. "Oh so I'm in your squad then huh?"
A loud whistle formed by a human then sounded loudly over the two men talking. "Enough kissing you two, we got work to do." Markus grimaced at the man now commanding them to ready up and began to wipe some of the mud from his face. "Burke you might as well keep that mud on ya, were going into the jungle, your going to need everything you can to survive in there buddy." The jungle? Unfamiliar with tactics used in jungle warfare Markus was at a disadvantage now, this would most certainly try his mentality, and most definitely count on his will to survive.
Through the sky tore a scourge of metal and smoke, a sight of which had become normal by now. Helicopters filled as far as they can with soldiers, some here of their own will, others conscripted and forced at the age of 16. The year was 1973, and the Vietnam war was coming to a close, most knew that the war was coming to an end, maybe not this month or next, but soon. As for now, their lives lay on the line ready to be given up to the cause of fighting off a boogieman that was only known to politicians and underpaid idiotic patriots who thought it an evil no matter what the situation.
"Alright boys, were going to drop you guys in to get to the first drop zone to pick up our boys and escort any stragglers along with them to the pick up spot across the border, this will hopefully be the last time we will have to deal with these mongrels, those dam Vietcong." A voice sounded over the inside of a helicopter that was soon coming to it's destination and readied to land to drop off troops. Among these men, was a young 18 year old adolescent who joined the army of his own free will. His hair buzz cut and his face clean shaven.
"Burke, you will be paired up with Cohen's squad, I believe he is on the other copter that should be meeting up with us at the drop zone, you just be ready to jump out when the time comes." The man who had spoken to all the troops in the helicopter before now singled Markus out and assigning him his duties which he hoped he was prepared for. His mind absent of fear, his basic training behind him, Markus was now ready to step foot onto the battlegrounds and take a shot at war hero fame and perhaps attain the status of Soldier of Fortune. What lay in this tropical nation that now stood divided was memories soon to rise.
Perhaps a few staged acts of violence more so after the riots against mutants to gain sympathy for all mutants. I could get behind a lot of black flag things for the Order.
His arm only hanging on by some chance, he was tossed safely over to his Legionaries who had arrived to his aid only to act as medics to carry him back to the town whilst the rest questioned if they should retreat as well, which they thought was the more reasonable choice, being that they should protect their leader and all. As for Markus's reaction to the brute extent of Mercury's toss, he had no comment or feeling of the moment that had transpired. He was lost in his mind, adrift in his mental plain of which that had never surfaced in his life, something that he felt as if he adjusted himself. The sounds continued to repeat themselves over and over, the helicopter, tropical birds, the sound of screams and the roaring of flames in the back of his mind.
Whilst the unknowable played out in Markus's mind, the men who had come to transport him, five and all, began to observe and treat the wound that was now the place that his right arm had been severed at. Discarding the Markus's arm somewhere halfway back as they ran to the Town for medical treatment and applied heavy pressure with rags and such. They questioned their leaders survival rate, his ability to make it through this would prove to be something that would indeed be tested not just by his physicality, but by his mentality. His skin grew cold and paler, his body trembled as if it were a child in the face of a boogieman of sorts. Their journey to the Town would be long, but perhaps he would manage to pull through, but even then will the things in his mind be able to do the same?
Looks like his reputation succeeded him, as a man unknown to him at the time had asked him a question pertaining to his career. Before answering he looked at the hand he was given. Well what luck, a straight flush, King, Queen, Jack, 10, and 9 of clubs. This was sure to impress, but in the right way was yet to be seen. "Depends on which you talk of, politicians such as myself continue to strive towards things even when there aren't any elections being held yet, so there is a variety, also you are?" Asking the man's name for a further grasp of his motives perhaps, or at the least get a name.
Markus laid his cards onto the table then his hand still over them, as he used his left hand to loosen his tie a bit and move into somewhat of a relaxed position to lighten the mood of things, perhaps that would appeal to everyone else as well.
After finishing up the call he had received from Alli or Lily as she called herself to Markus, he got around and ready to meet her at the Sanctuary once more, this time in the library. Now at his car he fumbled through his pockets for his keys, but then he heard down the street the sound of tires. Sure this was normal on a day like any other but something sounded an alarm in his head. He was all within his rights to be alarmed, it was a cop car strolling down the street oddly slowly. Only seeing it in his peripherals Markus made no eye contact, he just slipped in his car normally and acted like nothing happened. Waiting for it to pass he slowly turned the keys in the ignition, the car passed with no trouble given.
Making it out of his driveway with no attention given onto him, he now made his way to the Sanctuary, he didn't even know if the police were after him, but he was so sure that he was safe he didn't know why he was afraid. It was just a slight case of paranoia setting it's tone in Markus's mind. He was soon safely parked far away from the Sanctuary and decided to walk the rest of the way to meet Allison inside. It wasn't long before Markus was sweating, and he didn't know why, he could only assume it was just paranoia and had to insist that he was fine. Straightening his appearance out before once more meeting with this girl and then stepped in to the Library to look for her.
At the sound of the man's voice the game was about to begin, Markus was not eager, but he didn't want to wait either. He knew better though, it took time to win the trust and interest of others for his uses and at the same time knew that none of the men here would be so easily impressed. He watched as the deck to be was handed to a man by the one who had just partook in an alcoholic beverage. He might be an easy push over, don't know though, some are just fine with alcohol in their systems, as for the rest, they might not notice my counting of the cards. Markus began to scrutinize the odds that lay within the presence of those who sat at the table. Still uncertain, but that was expected, he knew little about the people at the table for now, but he had the rest of the night to instigate and assume to better his own strategy.
The man now began to shuffle the deck, he watched closely, the cards being mixed with mediocrity he assumed it would make things easier for him. Now it he would be dealt his hand, and hoped for the best. Nothing too much to worry about though, surely this would only be the first of many hands to be dealt in this game.
Well it was open season for Markus in this mask of a palace to find some more connections for his personal secret agenda. Looking to make friends at his age was something that he knew he could barely achieve and wasn't his intentions, sure everyone in the political scheme of things called each other friends, but Markus knew better. They used one another as tools to get what they wanted and better their own lives, studying history taught him that much. But when it came around to it, Markus had no problem with being used in other peoples plans, as long as he knew where it was going could put his two cents into it as some what of an advisory, never the less that's what had brought him here.
Resources run dry, and much like what people do when they run out of something that is direly needed, they go to fetch some more. In this case the resource was people, political figures, not too big, but big enough to be used later as a well refined material for later. What better way to meet these "tools" then to play around a bit. Markus greatly enjoyed games and such that pertain a certain wit to them, cards being one of them. This was going to be fun, but he could also impress those who played by winning, even if it meant he had to cheat a little bit, by that of course meaning, having the intentions of counting the cards, an easy feet for Markus to achieve. All he did now was sit back and wait for the deck to be dealt.
Exactly Seyta, I could use Markus's insight into the legal system to exploit it and really make it all that harder to get things done. And to comment on Jorge's idea, I was actually thinking about putting some of my Conformatist members into the NYPD to cause some interference and give even more power to the Order. If allowed of course.
"Sounds good, call me when you are ready to meet again, I'll let you choose the place once you have those two papers signed." Markus stood up now and straightened his tie, turning away from her and making his way slowly out the door of the Recreational Room. This was a success for him, hopefully, but he knew this would not fall through and would make itself out to be what he desired. Once this is all tied together it will be time to start my new project. Still distracted by a lingering thought, Markus was getting ahead of himself, but knew his ego was well within it's bounds.
Once inaugurated, through however it is done in the Order, Markus would like to extend the influence of the Order from the highest political aspects of N.Y.C. to the inner city gang ridden slums to better their odds. The Order isn't a bunch of gang bangers as said, but they could be useful to a degree.
"Yes, there is a great many things that I can provide for your services, money, connections that would fit your expertise like this well, or I could help you with any problems you may have that could lead into my works. I'm quite resourceful and reliable in certain areas. If you have any idea as to what you need now, please inform me so I may get it out of the way as soon as possible, if you can't think of anything feel free to call the number on that card as I've said."
Everything is coming together nicely, soon I will have enough money to fund almost all my projects and break into a more ideal form of crime that should lead me to where I am going. Markus consumed by his thoughts momentarily began to bring himself back down to Earth for the moment to continue his work. "One last thing, how long will it take you to accomplish this task? I am sure you will be able to get it done and there is no rush I just need to understand when you can get it to me."
People shouldn't be happy to see a man who resembles that of the Devil, but Markus was overjoyed. He felt that all was well now that he intervened. He didn't know which of the Abyssi it was, but either way he was grateful and ready to take on Isabel with him. But soon he found out that, that was not his intentions. "Glad to see you here Red Menace" Markus spoke as he gazed at the Abyssi's now stern face giving a sense of anger towards Markus. Confused as he was Markus tried to talk to him. "You okay? Something happen that I should know?" But with the quick rush of the wind his conversation was cut short.
The angered woman's actions had now rippled onto Markus, from behind two feelings of sharp pain pierced his right shoulder. He felt his skin, and then his bone, his shoulder felt as if it was going to burst or something, he twisted and jerked toward the Abyssi that had come to help him, but then the second spear like pain began to go on the same journey as the former, now he couldn't feel his right arm. Suddenly something began to overtake Markus's mindset, something that had been set aside, something that he couldn't remember but felt as if it had happened.
Close to blacking out Markus's mind began to echo his surroundings, his blood now covered a portion of the ground his knees buckled and he fell to the ground and began to breath heavily as he began to hear an odd assortment of noises and voices cycle through his head. "...evacuation, last time we will have to deal with thesemongruels...names Private Cohen, you'll be helping us deal with theViet...Bạn không thể trồng trọt bạn không thể làm bất cứ điều gì, ngớ ngẩn Mỹ....burn baby burn..."
Words began to mesh together with sentences and dialects Markus couldn't even recall hearing, along with that he began to hear the sound of helicopters in the distance, wind blowing through trees and the smell of gasoline in the air. He was becoming greatly delusional and then heard something actually real. "Caesar!" It was his men he had told to come to his aid once they were prepared, but sadly it was too late for them to stop any harm coming to Markus. He now fell limp on the ground and blacked out as the Legionaries and two Centurions raced to save their leader from the grips of an Ivory Mistress. Markus could only hope that the Abyssi would at least move him out of the encirclement of bone.
"Once everything is in place, I will be using the original for factual use when the time comes, and archive copies that I will make of it." Pulling a pen from his suit coat he handed it to the girl now. "Also there is one more paper I need you to forge for me in his signature once you are done with that one." Markus then pulled from his suit coat his Conformatist card with his contact information on it and place among the papers. "That's if you need anything else from me, just call the number and remember that this meeting never happened."
"Markus Burke." He replied with a firm and solemn voice. "I'd also like you to know that my reputation is something at stake here so, you now have the upper hand, but understand that you will be greatly compensated for if you fulfill your end of the agreement I have planned." Then pulling from his suit coat he manifested two papers, one blank with a large assortment of paragraphs, and the other signed by one Mr. Manfrella.
"The signature on this paper, I need you to forge it perfectly onto all of the required areas on the blank one." Sure Markus could have tried to forge this himself, and he knew undoubtedly that people in his political party could, but he also knew that with the death of a man such as Celeste's father, people would become greatly suspicious. So it must be perfectly and almost entirely the same as the original. Now he pushed the papers in front of the girl and awaited her response.
