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.
"Pleased to meet you Lilly." Markus spoke as he sat down at the table with her as he shook her hand firmly then released and crossed his arms. "I wasn't expecting you to be a mutant, no offense, I have no prejudice vices in this world. But I am sure you can understand my point." Surprised by the black spiral on half of her face Markus immediately could tell that she was a mutant.
"Well down to business, I suppose you meet the requirements as prior requested by my contact? Experience and forgery and such?" Now shooting questions off to quickly dislodge the subject of her being a mutant that he believes he so rudely brought up accidentally.
Through an intricate web of expanding contacts, Markus had set this up, he doesn't know who or what will be at his destination, just that they were capable of forgery. That's what he asked for, and that's what he was hoping to get. Through the Sanctuary and into the recreational room he crept, as that is where he wanted to meet and where he told his man to tell whoever was going to help him to meet at.
Looking in while he strode inward he saw a girl, young by the look of it. "Good evening... Ms...?" Markus asked politely as he gestured fourth to her as he stopped mid walk and waited to move closer once she had answered.
Alright, this seems to be unfolding well, people respond offensively when given something like that, but there's more to this supposed kamikaze tactic. A plan that already lined the seams of Markus's head now began to seep into his body and coerce reality to do it's bidding. For as long as things went as predicted of course. Now a quick withdrawal, not to far back, but far enough to give the illusion of desperation. As he fell back his knife would be lost from his grip with the sudden understanding of the woman's snake like actions that had enveloped his knife and almost the entirety of his hand.
"Well this seems quite unfair, you seem to be a better fighter than most, I'll hand it to you." He spoke as he slid on the dirt in his swift movement away from her. "Sorry if this seems degrading to my reputation, but I have some things I need to survive for." Quickly moving his right arm behind his back and his left hand to run into his right, he knelt to the ground in a small interval of time and scooped up a large collection of dirt and rocks and threw them at the girls face. However, in that motion he had also managed to recover two of the three bullets he had emptied from his gun and throw them in her direction. Of course they stilled remained useless as of now.
"Oh sweet Ganesh." Markus yelled as he flung the clumps of dirt and rocks at Isabel. The quick movements he had been making had finally caught up with him. Maybe I am too old. What am I saying, I have a beard and I am balder than a Buddhist Monk, I am old. He would than hold his sides in an attempt to quell the pain in his backs midsection. Hopefully the girl would not retaliate so soon.
The pieces of this chess game were all stacked in Markus's favor. Two more moves, and check mate. However some areas weren't all going to be so easily covered with quick and well maintained guises of deception. For this, he needed someone who could "notarize" a few things for him, and by that, he meant forge the signature obtain from Mr. Manfrella. Once the documents were made out, he would be able to leave a large chunk of the company in the hands of Celeste Manfrella, and exploit it for the next step in his small plans.
He knew little about the person who he was meeting, and planned to spend little time in the sanctuary to fulfill his business. It wasn't that he feared anyone there, it was just that he didn't need anyone outside to see him, that would cause a stir in his political view that for now remained placid. All he knew, is that the person he was meeting was well versed in the art of forgery.
Alright time to break out of this, you got flesh to spare and an arm ain't worth nothing if there's no head to control it so you know what to do. Markus's thought's prepped him as he began to talk to himself subconsciously and prepare a plan and attack pattern. Slowing to his start he would gaze at her for a moment and then see her quick swipe for his shoulder. He quickly maneuvered the blade in his right hand so that the back would clash with hers and slide on the sharp side of hers. Going with the momentum he started to slip and bend under and through the opening made and attempt to loop around behind her from her right side
"I'll make sure to take that Hubris of your's with me." Markus would remark mid-stride to counter the Woman's further pandering.
That part of the plan was much more smoother than Markus had thought. Convincing the mob that Manfrella had betrayed them was easy as well as why they needed Markus. But keeping them off him until Markus got everything together was a bit harder. He told them the warrant had no effect until a few days or so. That gave them time to prepare, them and Markus. He still needed to obtain a few more things if he wanted to make an asset out of the industry Mr. Manfrella had made. He would also be gaining his first foothold in organized crime if he started dealing with the Mafia. But the time would come to gain control over that Empire in time once he finished his business elsewhere.
Standing up and looking behind him, Markus saw the forming cage. Good, the closer the better, things will be harder to predict but close quarters will let things unfold a bit quicker. Now turned to face his opponent head on, Markus readied himself in a stance and began to speak. "If you think you need this cage to stop me from running, don't worry. Cause you see unlike you, I have something I am actually fighting for. This, is my stand, so you might as well make yours, no matter the odds. To add to this, I think I'll fight you without my gun."
Markus stated as he would quickly open the revolvers chamber, and toss it behind his shoulder, launching the bullets out, but holding his thumb over one chamber keeping one of the bullets in, but the speed of the motion was too fast to tell. He then placed it back into his vest and got into a readied stance with his knife.
And with the first insult spoken between the opponents the fighting broke out. Watching this Woman attack was like watching a flower of brutality and unspoken rage blossom fourth. Markus's fear was inferior to his need to survive, he felt that the world of others weighed on his shoulders, and not in the egotistical way. Only thoughts of protecting the Town and those who resided within it's walls filled the halls of his mind. Keep a cool head, go low, and when she expects the natural or the common, throw more curve balls than Fred Goldsmith. This thought was first to hit home when he saw the Woman heading for him, when she lashed out her ability Markus quickly bent to avoid the one heading to his head. Markus jolted back but knew this swift barrage was going to wash over him like a Tsunami and cripple him if he didn't think on his feet a bit quicker.
Markus quickly dropped to the ground with his gun and knife in tow, his torso falling to the ground forward as he rolled quickly to the right under the swipes and other incoming jabs. This was going to be a narrow escape, but if it meant he could live just a bit longer he was up for it. Rebounding from his dodge he quickly pushed himself off the ground further away from the Bone Splintering Woman. "Am I dealing with a Mutant who thinks they can just push their way through other people just because they happen to have a little advantage in life? Because let me tell you, I've dealt with those before, and most of them are dead now."
"Before you make any big threats, I want you and your boss to know that I am not here to throw a wrench into your nice plan of proceedings here. I'm here to warn you that Manfrella has betrayed you." Now in midst of more men who had patted him down and have him confined to a well furbished room and surrounded by average looking men with guns and three in front of him a bit more well dressed. "What do you mean?" One spoke with an accent which was easily expected. "Let me show you the proof." Markus replied as he reached into his suit coat for the paper Mr. Manfrella had originally signed.
Pulling off a thin paper sheet that didn't include the signature from the top paper while still concealed by his coat, Markus then pulled it out and presented it to the men. The paper that was originally a document for possession of a building was now a warrant agreement made by Mr. Manfrella and the foreign division of the D.E.A.
Signing it and thinking he had much more too loose, Mr. Manfrella quickly pushed the paper back to the current threat and waved his hand for the man to leave him. "Once we dock, I suggest you not do any dealings with any of your current businessmen, at least before I've had my say. You just sit this one out." Sitting at the table still while Markus made his way back up to the deck, the idea that he would surely be killed by these mobsters was running rampant through Mr. Manfrella's mind. But Markus still had more tricks to play, a great many that would undoubtedly lead to the spiraling downfall of Mr. Manfrella.
It was time for a second meeting that was on Markus's agenda. Usually it would be Mr. Manfrella, but he had been pushed out of the ordeal.
In awe of Markus's proposition the mans anger was quickly relevant in his facial appearance. To Markus, this man was far too young to be anything to be fearful of. Markus was well aware of his superiority to this man, in more ways than he could conceive at the moment. Now of course came the threats that would mean nothing as well, they were easily predicted from the man. It was expected that he would be violent, like and animal cornered or pushed into it's place. "I am going to have the men upstairs co..." "Do what? Nothing, because those dogs have new leashes." Markus's quick retort silenced the man. This was a bluff of course, to fill the mans head with paranoia and make him tame for the duration of his time below.
"All's I ask is one simple thing from you, and then you can go about your business as it has been." "And what would that be?" The man asked in a tone of anger that sounded like a piece of steel being beaten with a raw fist. "Your signature is all I need. This is not a contract that binds as much as it seems." Pulling from his suit coat Markus slid a folded piece of paper towards the man whose face now burned as bright as the anger he tried to repress. He unfolded it, almost tearing it in half. It was a document of ownership to a building, but this was merely a ploy.
Cross fire had started, it wasn't guns, but something of a higher power. Trying to avoid most of what the enemy threw at them, Markus strayed his path somewhat but regained it again only to see something quicker heading for him. It was one of the more "forward" Amazons. Surprised at the counter to their blitz, Markus aimed his revolver for the woman's chest and fired twice while with the other hand he drew his combat knife and readied it to a frontal position. Closing the gap between them Markus hoped that he still remembered what to do in a close quarters combat situation, his mind still a clutter from the chaos that everything had drawn into.
If there was one thing known by Markus it was that opportunities come and go, and this was most definitely an opportunity. To grasp this now would mean to harvest a great bounty of benefits that would prosper fourth from it. It wasn't every day that you run into a girl who happens to be in the process of being attacked and her father is a bit of a high class criminal who smuggles contraband across the seas. So you save the girl and fall into good graces with her Father, boy what luck that was, and what more, he has a bit of a paper trail of his dealings across the seas which are easy to find if you get the right people to look into it. And there you have it, your on a cargo ship about to blackmail her father into giving you the benefits of the company and possibly more.
Sitting at a table in the bowels of the ship, a quarters room vacant for the purposes of which were to unfold, a meeting asked for by the man who had fallen into such luck began to unravel. Proceedings went on with the casual greetings, followed by a substantial explanation of how Markus ended up saving his daughter. No one else there, again requested by Markus, things began to turn towards the true point of the conversation.
