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.
As the over heated sun was finally devoured by the ever widened horizon, and only could be seen by one half, a figure off to the distance of the wastes could be seen. The men running around stopped to gaze at it, only to be chastised back into running by their instructor who would take up their little view for herself and to be joined by Markus. The figure began to become more and more detailed as each passing moment it got closer and it's outline and physical features grew more and more. But from the sight alone, the man closing the distance between the town and himself shown no possible signs of a threat. The mans stature was that of a limp, his body appeared lopsided and soon it was revealed that he was missing one arm, and was carrying a large bag strapped across his back.
"Is that the one that didn't come back?" Markus spoke with his hands behind his back, gazing at the figure that would now only be a few tens of feet away. "Perhaps." Eurydice replied, in a normal tone. The man had now arrived at their presence, he had a burlap sack over his head with two eye holes and no other clothes except his raggedy shorts on. "I did it, I survived, I win." The man's voice sounded tainted, tainted with madness, an ill stagnant sound of insanity that would seem to have seeped into his mind whilst in the wastes. "What happened to you?" Markus asked in kind yet quick voice.
"Things, animals, mischievous beings in the ground, who hide themselves when least expectant then, boom!" The man's quick changing of his voice in different parts of his sentence made him quite the oddity to Markus and Eurydice.
It was the next day and all who survived the first challenge were ready for what else was to come, and regrouped outside the town once more where they had before hand. "Onto the next task at hand. You all will now run around the town wall until the sun recedes into the horizon." It was summer and they started this event at 6, so that meant that these men were to run for 3 hours straight. "You are all now apart of the Coalition, but fail this task and the highest rank you will ever get, will be in patrolling. This means less food as payment for your services, now go!" This time at the start of the event, no one faltered at her signal, and no one laughed either.
After the first two hours, the men who began to lap around the town began to have stragglers, but were quick to remember the price that they were going to pay if they stopped, and continued to push onward to their goal.
The next day finally came, preceding it was the first day of testing for the recruits, which meant they all should be back sooner or later. The first group of the original ten returned mid day. There was four of them, sunburn't, dusted over with dirt as if they had been caught in an avalanche and holding weapons that they had managed to find in the wasteland. They were congratulated, and sent home to rest or inform their families of their survival. Tomorrow the real testing begins, but that can wait until all the survivors return.
As for the next set of survivors, the numbers were halved. This time it was two, they looked cleaner than what they should have been, they must have found water somewhere, only one of them carried a weapon though, whilst the other carried a large Duffel bag and a backpack. They were given the freedom to take what they had earned from the wastes, and use it to however they saw fit. The final group was composed of three people, this group with scrounged armor on some of them. Some with football pads, hockey pads, and other sports equipment. Again they allowed this group to keep it's winnings.
Markus and his followers waited until midnight to deem that the last man out had died. They began to pack it in and call it a day, for tomorrow the next section of training begins.
It was now night, the atmosphere was enticing to the animistic ideals in the human mindset. In a structure of moderate size within the Town, resided Markus and Eurydice, in the middle of it, a large fire burned bright which was used to forge metal into shapes. Both of them now at work on their post apocalyptic hobbies began to ponder how the recruits were doing. Markus inspected his guns, cleaned the parts, and reconstructed each over and over again, until satisfied and then moved onto the inspection of the ammunition. As for Eurydice, she began construction on a weapon of sorts. It was a battering ram used by police forces prior to the event. She began to entangle the front with barbed wire and chains, along with sharpened chunks of metal, forged onto the front prior to the barbed wire and chains.
"You think any of them will survive?" Eurydice asked, not taking her eyes from her work. "They all have potential, that's why they came to us right? I'm sure a fair amount will make the cut, but I am also sure some will give up." Markus said in reply, as he too kept his eyes on his work. Silence fell once more over the room, as the two worked into the night on what they saw needed to be done.
"This will be your instructor for the duration of your training." Markus gestured to the woman beside him as he placed his helmet on. "I leave them to you then Eurydice." Markus would then take his withdrawal from the front position and stand abroad with the Centurions. "I hope you all know how to survive off the land, because you will be scrounging around for the next 2 days for the first part of your training. If you fail, feel free to come back and ask for food, hopefully you haven't journeyed too far out by then."
"But if you do come back without the things we thought you could get yourself, best be ready for ridicule. Now go!" The new recruits stood there still taking in the speech, they all took the sudden signal to start as a joke in a way but soon left that idea, as the woman who had stood before them as a demon in metal pulled from her side a handgun and fired it rapidly into the air scaring them all like cattle, as they began to scatter off from the Town into the wastes to survive for 2 days.
The Centurions began to laugh as the new recruits ran off in fear, only to be confronted by the same anger when the she-devil turned around. Their childish laughter hushed to accompany the silence that had already filled the air after the bullets firing had stopped.
Among this creed of loyal warriors and soldiers though was one who stood at Markus's side with more loyalty than the others. Her name was Eurydice, a woman whose beauty was only out shown by her command and self determination. Her more physical attributes were somewhat common, brown hair and blue eyes, but they were mostly concealed by a helmet she had made for herself. She was also a craftsman of sorts, able to channel the loss she had taken from the apocalypse and turn it into something more productive. Her history with Markus was a bit of a quick understanding. He just happened to be at the right place at the right time for her.
Once they met she saw Markus in a light that portrayed him to her as a father figure, from there on out she sought to only help him and his cause to better herself in Markus's eyes. Through the small span of 2 years since they had met after the destruction of the world, she had risen to be seen as a prodigy to Markus and a sculpture molded in his own image. Once the Coalition was established to keep a certain order of peace around, he appointed her as his second in charge. She wore a more refined look of metal other than the other Centurions and Legionaries.
It was a composed of small metal squares that pieced together an outer sheathing over a more maneuverable material used for the undergarment. Two broad shoulder casings that were cracked and rusted and a helmet that bore two moderately sized metallic horns. It had two eye holes that were too far out and concealed her eyes, the helmet only showed her mouth and gave a mysterious look to her face covering her eyes. The leggings were composed of similar materials and in a similar style as well as the gauntlets.
These Centurions were as odd looking as the recruits, the only prestige to them were a few things that would prove useful in a fight. Some carried machetes made from scraps of metal and tape or clothing for the handles. Some held spears that were made from metal poles, some from wood but most from poles and the tips either pointed with a sharp edge or topped off with another scrap of sharp material. But the most useful and inventive tool they had devised, was the use of ammunition and bullet scraps given to them by Markus.
Markus kept the guns that the Coalition had obtained after the event under tight wrap. There were only a handful of guns that still worked and Markus sought to keep them in top condition. Ammunition was scarce so he began to ration it like food. He gave the bullets and shells that didn't meet his qualifications to the Centurions. They in turn, fashioned them into multiple things. They had shown that they did not need the guns to use the bullets. One such invention was the Shotgun prod. A moderately long metal staff that had multiple prongs at the end and to each of them a shotgun shell was fashioned on with duct tape. Once the ends were pushed into the primer the shells would go off and boom! A close range jab like that would kill almost anything.
They also had made use of the smaller rounds, pistol rounds that were taped together in balls or placed in jars with homemade fuses ready to be lit and throne, accompanied with scrap metal or nails placed with them for an extra bang. Finally, from the lesser lethal material, they made clothing and armor of sorts. Metal sheets tied together with chains and locks, that gave them a look that would resemble that of a demon newly forged from hell.
"A great man once said, that experience is the teacher of all things, and I can guarantee you all that, that will be one of the virtues you will take in mind in the course of your training. I'm sure you all know who I am by now, and the reasoning behind why I requested that you all meet with me here. Either you want to protect your way of life, or just need something to do to provide for yourself and your family. Either way, what we will be doing will be life changing for all of you. Gentlemen welcome to the proving grounds, and let me say that for your next 7 days here you will be in hell."
This wasn't Markus's first time talking to rookies, he was never a drill sergeant, but took what experience he had from his first time in the military into consideration when training those who wished to join the Coalition's forces. There was at least 15 new men who wanted to join, scavengers from the wastes, teenagers without a cause, and men who just needed some help and were looking for something that could provide. Behind Markus stood 10 others who already made up a portion of the already formed elites, or as he called them the "Centurion Garrison". Each member would be assigned a certain position, those who showed more skill then others made it to the Centurion Garrison. Those who hear about the group inside the Coalition usually seek to join it, but they have much to prove especially the initial testing of course.
"Sure, you could say that, my understanding of the law and my knowledge on how to exploit it could benefit you if you need it." Ready to prove his loyalty to his fellow mutants, he offered his intelligence in a multitude of aspects which would benefit even the most petty of crimes.
"Perhaps I could help you appeal to the public, to better your secrecy, or possibly use it vilify any one who you see fit? There's a broad range of how far words in the right light can take someone, you just have to know what to say and how to say it."
Prior to departure on the odd disc shaped mineral collective, Markus had shouted to a man wearing what appeared to be a football chest guard with a red hammer painted on it and an assortment of similar scavenged items. "Ready the Centurion Garrison and send them our direction, also give word to Gina to patrol in the same area!" Markus was lucky to finish his sentence, and still have the man he told it too to be able to understand it before him and his voice were whisked away in a quick lift off.
Wonder what it could be.... Markus began to take into consideration all the factors that could play a role in what would panic one of Miles dogs, and began to turn his mind to plotting any strategy for any event that may happen if need be.
"200 well trained soldiers, scattered through out the whole area. Easily overcome by a four prong attack, by the time we get what we want there, we will be out of there before they have time to call for back up hopefully." Markus disclosed part of the plan he had already began to formulate during the introductions back in the foyer to the woman who asked and all others who would listen. He had only the attack patterns figured out so far, all he needed to know was a way that they could get out of there after the deed was done.
Ahhh sweet tenacity. Markus thought as he watched and listened to the tormenting devils.
"I'm in, Royal flush!" Markus spoke in joy and smiled as he placed his set of cards on the tables.
The cards were all in the suit of the club, one of Markus's more favorable suits. He then motioned to Mercury and awaited to see his hand. Markus knew, there was little chance of Mercury winning though, only a set of aces would be able to beat that, and he had already counted the cards and made the calculations of the odds. It had been awhile since he had played games as such, but had gotten into them much more frequently ever since the event.
I agree with Calley, False Flag tactics could be employed to relinquish public and political appeal from the X-Men and give the Order the upper hand in a fair aspect.
Perhaps the only adapted on the island should be the person who owns it. This way when there's a face off between him and any other mutants who would most likely despise him for what he's done, would find it a challenge to kill him. Also I think the summary for the plot sounds good.
Markus could be a political figure to support the order and feed false information to the public to remain calm and not worry about the matter. Whoray for political injustice!
