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.
Celeste need more friends around her age, so it will be a great oportunity to achieve that. Of course, she is not the charitable type but it can be a punishment for something... Who can impose such a punishment?
Guglin can join any time, especially if Miles is around. A mischievous goblin can be the main reason why not all the missions end as expected.
For a very small moment while his body was still suspended in the air, the small creature was free from the burden of enhanced hearing. The scandalous noise vanished, giving way to a pleasant silence. It was an instant of pure joy but sadly it was just an instant. Immediately after his green feet hit the ground, the noise started to ring again with unstoppable fury; the noise was even louder than before to the point the little goblin could not think straight, it was very hard for him to hear his own thoughts. Should he go back and retrieve the cable he left behind? Maybe he could use it to suppress the sound… Or should he bite the device to make it stop? But what if it had one of these thin shiny discs he collected… it would be a shame to break it, but the noise was too much… it was too high, too unpleasant. How he was supposed to plan ahead? At least no one was following him… right?
He jumped over a small group of bushes, dodging roots and stones, his eyes penetrated the shadows with ease providing him with all the info he needed about the terrain while his experience with the park provided the skills to move quickly. Unfortunately the machine was making so much noise that he could not rely on his ears, so he needed to focus on his eyes for a while. The device kept yelling and no matter how hard he shook it, he could not make the music stop, he needed time to figure with button would shut it down… was it safe to stop running? He glanced over his shoulders, at the exact moment when a beautiful ball of light was moving toward him, it was one of the most marvelous things he had witnessed; it was so different from the electric illumination generally used around the city and so similar to the moon that he had to look up to confirm that it was still up there. He stopped running for a moment, mesmerized by the strange flying object. He stared in awe, forgetting all about the music and the chase until all of a sudden, the strange object that was flying toward him exploded mid air, intercepted by an invisible force field.
It was then that he noticed the woman chasing him and in turn he marked her as the source of that ball. Maybe he could ask for a luminous ball for himself… or maybe he should run faster and avoid getting hit by one of those mystical orbs. It was not an easy task, he had the advantage of an incredible good night vision but her legs were way longer than his short appendages, so he needed to run while she could stride after him. With that in mind, the small goblin started to run again, faster this time. It was tiresome but he needed to put some distance between them if he wanted to conserve the disk… so he changed his direction and started to move toward the closer group of big trees for a tactical advantage.
The noise was deafening. It was everywhere as a swarm of invisible angry bees, a constant buzz that suffocated everything else. It took away the natural music he loved so much, a combination of the rustle of grass and the delicate breeze caressing what was left of foliage that accompanied the hundred of chirps and low growls of the small animals that habited the park. Every night he sat there alone, at the cover of a big tree, while listening carefully to the concern that nature executed for any person caring to hear it, every night but that night. That constant digital roar made it impossible for him to focus enough to listen to his own music, or hunt, or sleep… and even when he changed the orientation of his ears several times in order to focus in another thing; these eerie sound-waves keep locating him with devilish accuracy. Of course he could just move to another part of the park, certainly it was big enough for him and whoever was making so much noise. But that night he was upset and bored, a problematic combination that pushed him to set his mind on ending that cacophony for the sake of each creature capable of hearing.
So there he was the little goblin, crawling his way toward the unmistakable source of that strange concerto. Half hidden by the dim light, camouflaged perfectly with the green tone of the grass while moving closer and closer. Using each skill he learned to stalk his prey. The weak rays of moonlight provided more than enough light for his amber eyes, to appreciate each detail of the scene. If that small gadget was the beehive that was producing so much noise, the woman was the queen bee but as far as he could see there was no other bee around to defend her. He moved silently from statue to statue, eyeing his prey from time to time in case she could sense him somehow… but by the way the music continued to unleash its fury through the headphones, the little goblin concluded that she was temporary deaf. Her eyes were closed, her ears were blocked by all that noise, and it was his chance to act. The device was resting atop an overgrown mouse, unprotected, so he climbed as fast as his claws allowed him until he was high enough to grab the machine. The goblin jumped back to the ground, CD player firmly trapped in a four finger grip, and then he started to run. There was a small resistance from the headphones that were still attached to the device but soon it gave up, freeing the gadget from her but also unleashing the music that before was canalized and contained by the headphones.
He could not remember the last time he had received a gift or the last time he felt the urge to hug someone but the little goblin was sure he will remember that day for a very long time. It was not only the cool looking sword or the frozen creatures; there was something in his house that filled Guglin with curiosity and invited him to return. Maybe it had something to do with the mountains of colorful books or the fact that he had found something friendly enough to forgive him for the delicious food he stole. The circumstances of their meeting were strange but in the end everything resulted very well for both of them.
Guglin nodded energetically in response to his first question. Having a new ally made him feel confident and safe even when he never felt unsafe before… it was weird to be counting on someone after so much time of being by himself but it was something he was glad to be able to experience once more. Most important was the fact that he had a new friend. He extended his green hand toward the human and once he grabbed it, he confirmed the pact with a cheerful “Deal.”
Soon after his question was pronounced, the little goblin focused again on the task of enjoying the delicious chicken to the point where the conversation started to move slightly to the background as mere noise. Still, Guglin kept one sensitive ear directed toward the boy at least to show some respect for the free meal they gave him. He continued to talk as if the topic was very exciting while Guglin tossed more pieces of chicken to his wide open mouth. It was hard to miss with all that space since his mouth was bigger and wider than that of a human but some chocolate pudding still managed to escape and hit his face.
At least they could agree on the fact that studying books was very rewarding, so the little goblin nodded slightly at the mention but not with so much energy as to encourage the chat to move in that direction. Books were mostly boring aside from some interesting pictures that can be found in them but they all were good burning fuel if you "study" them enough to know which one was better. Some burned quickly without providing too much heat or cooking capabilities while others burned a little slower providing a lasting fire. Or was he talking about really studying their contents? These small doodles contained in its entrails gave him more than one headache when his human father tried to teach him things from them but at least he had good memories of homemade food as reward for his effort.
His powers were a more interesting topic, so he directed his ears to him as two powerful satellite dishes. It would be worth to stop by and train his powers to suddenly changes places, that way he could control where to go instead of showing up in strange places. He could give it a try but them... where would he find so much adventure if not for his powers? Unpredictable always mean more fun, so he discarded the idea of training as silly and tosses another piece of chicken.
To some degree, he was proficient in all the things the ill boy named. Where they still learning that stuff? Maybe he could become their personal trainer or even better, a professor to teach them the art of hunting and surviving. After all it was a lesson he learned when he was younger from his mutant family and since them he had practiced these techniques every day. So far he was alive so he had to be good at it. Professor Guglin. It had a nice ring but was too long to use daily.
The hunting topic was far more interesting than any of the previous ones so he focused completely on him, even forgetting the heavenly chocolate chicken. If the boy was lying, Guglin could not tell. He was so excited about the idea of hunting in the woods that he never stopped, not even for a second, to think that he was inventing all that. Certainly his dogs looked like hounds. "Stuff." Guglin repeated merrily while he imagined all the “stuff” he could hunt. There was a kind of animal Guglin wanted to hunt since he was little. "Dinosaurs?" He saw them in movies and also in books, they were big and dangerous animals, so hunting them would be a challenge up to his skills. He did not see any of them in Central Park but that does not mean they did not live in the city anymore, maybe dinosaurs preferred smaller places like the woods behind the house.
The little goblin was greatly relieved with the confirmation that those books were containing his complicated investigations, since these books were scattered in every corner of that gigantic cave and that meant that his research was serious. There were so many copies of these colorful books that Guglin was certain that no one could read them all twice. Clearly the magician had developed some spell to control the flow of time, because Akshay did not look old enough to have written all those books. It never occurred to the little green monster that the human could have been helped by others, since the work of a magician seemed to be complicated and extremely secret.
His curiosity grew exponential as he watched the different covers that showed men with swords, wizards with long robes and fantastic creatures he had never seen. Fortunately before he could decide to climb to the top of that cabinet, the magician handed him one of the volumes that locked his extensive research. Containing his curiosity with great difficulty, the little goblin started to turn the pages carefully while trying to show some respect for that sources of knowledge. Each page was divided into small rectangles that enclosed pictures of what Guglin believed to be an ancient civilization.
The wizard's voice reminded him that he was still in his cave, and not in the green fields pictured in these drawing but before Guglin could ask any questions regarding the gift or the content of those printed words, the magician disappeared leaving Guglin alone with the book. The actions inside the small rectangles caught his attention one more time, telling him a story that he could not fully understand since he could not decipher the meaning of all those words. Maybe in his next visit he could ask the wizard to teach him how to read those strange runes...
Soon the magician was back from the depths of his lair; he knelt in front of Guglin and extended the promised gift with her pale human hands. This time the little goblin did not achieve to control his curiosity, so he hastened to take the offering from the human. Once in his hands, he pulled out of the delicate leather sheet to find a beautiful carved sword that was at least three times bigger than the knife he normally used to hunt. Despite its size, the weapon had the right size and weight for him. In complete silence, the little goblin returned the sword to its sheath as if it were a religious ceremony and then he carefully deposited it on the carpet to launch himself toward the wizard in a friendly tackle hug. "Thanks!" Guglin exclaimed as he squeezed the mage as hard as he could with a huge smile on his lips.
Despite the environment that surrounded them was foul and full of dangers, both creatures greeted each other as if they were at a social meeting and not in a dark alley. Their words were soon followed by an exchange of glances that Guglin used to analyze the state of the other person with concern. Not even the scent of blood and dead animals could create an strong enough odor to affect his weak sense of smell, so Guglin continued staring at the man that looked malnourished, weak and dirty. He was clearly in need of help, so he began to wonder what he could do to help him, but before he could find a proper answer, the man turned his attention to the poor rat.
It was a miracle that the little creature was still alive after being pierced with a knife, but what was much more disturbing was the fact that he had forgotten it. The screams began to weaken but these were still there as evidence of his unintentional cruelty. The little goblin nodded slowly in response to his question, and then quickly shook his head when he really understood what the human meant. So the goblin extended his spear and held it there for him to take the delicious food.
Even if the little goblin had seen the cat that man mentioned, he would not said so because one of his few rules was not to hunt cats or dogs that were far nobler creatures than rats... "No cat." He replied with a mischievous smile. "Just me." A green and hairless cat with long ears and a round head. The idea was so funny that the goblin once again forgot the hungry man and the poor rat, but once more the constant screams brought him back to reality. "Need help?"
The few words the girl used to describe her boyfriend were really revealing for the little goblin that until then had been imagining a gray-skinned person with horns and wings, just like her. He even had the mental image of the strange couple pretending to be statues to scare people or to escape from problems. But after the mention of his status as "reptile", Guglin was unable to picture him as more than one of those tiny green reptiles that he used to hunt and cook. Fortunately the strange way she described his eyes achieved to distract Guglin enough for him to forget to mention the different ways to cook a lizard he knew.
After several years of climbing trees and other objects designed for taller people, the little goblin had no problem climbing into the chair. His reward was a bowl of chicken dipped in chocolate. Once the delicious food was close enough, Guglin introduced one of his hands in the sweet substance to look for the chicken pieces that where hidden under the chocolate pudding. A moment later, the little goblin removed the first piece of chicken soaked in chocolate and then he put in his mouth to suck all the peculiar sauce before swallowing the piece of chicken without chewing at all.
With a bit of food in his stomach and the delicious taste created by the chicken and chocolate still dancing inside his mouth, Guglin started to consider her question but as much as he liked the speed in which that box cooked food, or the magic door that produced food... Guglin could still not imagine how it will be to live there all the time, away from the trees and the lake, or his animal friends. Being in the park was almost like being in the mountains again, surrounded by his family... while living in a house brought back memories of that year with his human father.
The first question was very simple so Guglin tried to reply in the same way. "Me love park." He said with a smile. The next question was a bit more difficult, but after considering some of the problems of living in a house, the little monster replied "Inside is boring." But while he was still trying to make an objective comparison of both places, the boy expanded Gina´s idea, adding several interesting details. "What you study?" Guglin asked with curiosity. Maybe there was something interesting to learn there as learning how to light fires or build weapons and traps. Were the two of them learning to hunt? If so, he could help them to repay them for the food. "Me good hunter."
Despite his proposal was very simple, Guglin was very sure that it was going to work. In his mind, if a magician was able to create words out of nowhere, a bunch of them would be able to transform metal into flesh easily... even when both feats had so little in common. But once again, the wizard denied that possibility by tagging it as "impossible".
His smile full of hope vanished instantly, to give way to an awkward grimace of disappointment but even then, the goblin was not going to give up and let them suffer forever in that uncomfortable statue form... not even when he could not think of another thing to try, so he remained silent while listening to his explanation. Maybe the wizard could inspire him with his speech.
"Research..." repeated the goblin with curiosity. Which item of that huge cave was his research? The goblin repeated the question mentally while his eyes searched each corner of the store. Everything he saw was very interesting but it was almost impossible to distinguish any huge and complicated book that could contain his spells and research. Maybe he was a more modern wizard and his knowledge was not stored in books... maybe it was not hide in a big book but several small ones like the colorful magazines he noticed before.
When he was unable to contain his curiosity anymore, the little monster advanced with steady steps to the center of the large room where he saw what seemed to be books with many colors. "Your research?" The creature asked while pointing at the comics with his green index finger.
Like everything else in that well lit cave, the books seemed to be very strange. In the past his human father had taught him things using big books with hard covers that resembled steel and were as heavy as stones, above all that these books contained letters as small as ants that were sometimes accompanied by small photos... Instead what he saw there was a completely different breed of books. These were small, compact, lightweight and the words appeared to be very large and colorful with large drawings that illustrated what was written in them... Would it be impolite to climb the furniture and take one?
While he was still trying to find an easy way to climb up there, the magician finished his sentence with something very interesting, Guglin responded immediately with a new smile on his lips. "Me will visit." He affirmed with joy as he imagined his next visit. Maybe he could hunt some rats for them to eat together.
There were a lot of things inside that trash can such as plastic bags, metallic wrappers, paper and some other less common objects... but for Guglin all that garbage contained edible things that may become his breakfast so the little green man gave him a delayed reply while still hanging upside down as if he were a bat. "My breakfast. From that particular perspective, he watched how the man stepped closer to the container without even noticing his weight, and once he reached the trash can where Guglin had been swimming, the red man lifted it with a single hand. Litter fell from within like a waterfall to form a small mountain at their feet. Meanwhile, Guglin watched the strange spectacle with absolute admiration. Suddenly he wanted to grow up to be as strong as him. Would his skin change color too...?
Once he was on the ground again, the little monster moved toward the small mountain of trash to keep looking for something edible but there was nothing left to eat. The stranger confirmed his thoughts by stating that the food had escape... it was a rare way to say it but good enough for him, so Guglin focused on the task of deciphering the nickname that he red man had used. Maybe it was because he liked martial arts, a sport Guglin had never tried in the past... but before the goblin could figure it out, his stomach growled one more time. "I'm still hungry." Since the stranger was willing to help, they might as well try to catch something both could eat... something big as a cart of hotdogs. "We hunt food." The goblin said and then he accommodated the hood over his head and started walking slowly.
Guglin was walking down a dimly lit sidewalk when he was caught off guard by an unusual migration of rats. The small animals were so busy running away from whatever scared them, that they did not notice him. A rat ran between his legs, while another hurried out of the alley at his right, the third rat was not as lucky as the rest since it ended stabbed by the knife on the tip of his spear.
The poor rat was still alive and moaning weakly as it continued to try to escape that deadly trap. Meanwhile, Guglin was ignoring this grim show to focus his gaze inside the alley. His amber eyes dispersed the gathered darkness easily allowing him to see why those rats were running.
What at first glance looked like a bunch of junk piled up against the wall, turned out to be a man. Guglin crept toward the stranger since he was intrigued by what the human was doing in that dirty place but before he could get closer, the man spoke. Was there more than one person there? His eyes scanned the shadows for a second person but no one else was there.
Before he could hide again behind the same large black trash bag, the man noticed his presence and began to advance towards him as he continued talking to himself. With a clearer vision of the man, Guglin concluded that he seemed to be badly hurt, even more than the rat, so ignoring his own safety, the little monster leaped from behind the trash before the man could get closer. "Hi." The goblin greeted the man with his distinctive high-pitched voice while the rat keep moaning rat on the tip of his spear.
Once the ill boy stopped asking unimportant question, Guglin could focus one more time on the girl that continued preparing her famous gourmet dish. For the little goblin whose meals always ended in a mess of dirt, grass and sometimes blood, the orderly way in which she was preparing the food was almost a work of art. Of course, sometimes his food was a little more alive than the one Gina was manipulating yet her culinary skills exceeded his clumsy abilities. So the little green monster continued to observe with great attention in an attempt to learn something from her.
The next question was really interesting and difficult too. He could eat it delicately as a gentlemen or submerging his hand in that delicious chocolate and enjoy it even more. It was the most difficult question he needed to answer that day and he was eager to answer it but he needed to verbalize a question of his own. The responses triggered by his question were not what he expected. She denied it instantly, amused by the strange occurrence while the man preferred to spit water like a fountain. In turn, Guglin stared at the married couple that apparently was not a married while trying to figure if it would be polite to spit water as well. It seemed like a lot of fun to him.
But before Guglin could ask why they were not married when it was clear they were a couple, the woman hastened to add more details. Upon hearing about the existence of her boyfriend that was not the ill boy; the little goblin instantly imagined a person with gray skin, wings and tail. Exactly like her. "Statue boyfriend?" He asked curiously while still imagining two statues as gray as stone walking in the park.
In contrast, the ill boy admitted to be alone. That fact awakened a hint of depression on the man and sympathy inside the green goblin, so he decided to take responsibility by answering his questions. To the first question about a cute-something thing that surely was another word for "couple", the small Guglin responded with a sincere "I'm too young." that in his opinion responded in detail why he did not have a girlfriend. The next question, highly abstract, was much more difficult to answer so Guglin started to explain where he came from. "Live in park." He commented cheerfully, hoping his smile full of sharp teeth will cheer up the boy. "The big one."
After the initial dive, the little monster advanced to with kicks and strokes toward the bottom of the trashcan where things were more interesting. The darkness that reigned within that peculiar buffet was not a problem for his large amber eyes that penetrated even in the deepest shadows, therefore, after reaching the bottom it was very easy for him to start searching and separating the edible from the rest of the garbage. Things like paper or plastic ended up being moved to one side, while the core of an apple ended in his mouth along with some other odd piece of litter ingested by accident.
It was at the very moment he was going to devour something similar to a piece of cheese, when a hand closed around his ankle and raised him into the fresh air of the morning. Of course, more garbage leaped outward when the goblin came out swiftly from the narrow space and a little more when the little creature squirmed desperately in a futile attempt to break free. Finally, Guglin surrendered and stayed still for a moment before lifting the bottom of his shirt that was blocking his vision, once it was stuck awkwardly inside his pants, the goblin dropped his hands again so they keep hanging upside down as his long ears.
With his shirt off of his face, he found himself staring at a red giant that stared back with a questioningly look. After an exchange of smiles the man questioned Guglin and the goblin replied with another question. "Me?" He immediately looked sideways, searching for another person to whom the question may be addressed, when he did not find the other person, he assumed the giant was talking to him. "Hunting." The green monster said as his stomach confirmed his affirmation with a growl.
At the moment his last question reached his own ears, the little goblin was beaten by an irrefutable certainty, what he had spoken with such unconcern contained a startling truth. That creature could die if for some reason were to fall from that height. The fear forced him to withdraw his hand at once to deposit them on the side of his body. The simple task of remaining in that position was extremely complicated and boring, especially when all he wanted to do was to explore everything, but still he managed to hold still, terrified by the mental image of dropping the statue by accident . He could almost imagine himself trying to catch it before the statue hit the ground, to explode into thousands of pieces.
Fortunately for Guglin who was struggling with the desire to touch the statue one more time, the man gave him something new to think about when he replied his first question. Her name was very strange and very difficult to pronounce, but despite the peculiarities it had a certain charm that reminded him of chicken and chocolate pudding mixed together. Delighted to have a distraction, the little goblin commented on the difficulty of the name "Hard name." Then he focused his attention again on the human, forgetting the statue and the solid words he desired to touch. While still staring at the magician, Guglin remembered that his name was also complicated, so he calmly pronounced his displeasure. "Me like simple."
As soon as the little goblin pronounced his name, the man smiled with satisfaction and then began to nod. It was then that the man responded with a funny phrase that Guglin never heard before; at least not while referring to him. Probably it was just another of those presentation customs, since humans were always presenting themselves to each other and putting names to themselves and even others things, so he was sure the man was using one of those many phrases, yet the little goblin could not help a small chuckle. "Why honored?" The creature asked as he tilted his head slightly as a curious puppy.
Finally the magician answered his last question generating mixed feelings in the little green monster. Fist relief since he was sure he could not break the petrified creature, as metal was one of the hardest things to break... yet he also felt worse for those people because the spell on them seemed so strong and hard to dispel. While he was still contemplating the possibilities of having metal for skin, he came up with a great idea that he did not hesitate to share. "Have friends?" He asked excitedly. And without waiting for an answer, he continued exposing her idea. "Ask them help." Of course the little goblin was so excited by the idea that he did not consider the possibility that the mage could have no friends... or maybe they were not magicians.
