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.
Despite the noise penetrating from the outside through the glass wall, inside the cave was in a state of calm interrupted only by the occasional grunt of surprise and the constant rubbing of his feet against the carpet. Although he did not always agree with humans, who generally were noisy and annoying, Guglin could not help to enjoy the smoothness of the floor. It was a different feeling than the tickling grass, or the hard cement that is got hot with the sun, and although somewhat similar to fabric, it composition continued to be a mystery. A nice mystery. The goblin stared the synthetic carpet with curiosity, wondering how much time would take to get a sizable chunk to put in his lair but while he was doing the necessary calculations, his thoughts turned away from there to reposition themselves on the little people trapped in the glass box.
A distant voice, almost human, forced his focus away from his thoughts of vandalism to make him concentrate once more on the box where the creatures remained as immobile as before. Humans, dwarves and elves stared straight ahead ignoring his presence. Perhaps by choice, or perhaps they were under the influence of some spell. None seemed to have much interest in raising their tiny eyes and confirm the presence of the goblin that for them should look like a giant. Very slowly so as not to scare the little monsters, Guglin moved his face toward the glass so his long ears were pressed on the transparent surface. Almost when he was about to surrender, he heard another voice. Startled, he stared at the crystal cage in order to find the owner of that voice, but every one of those people seemed to be just as quiet as before.
He continued searching for that ghostly voice without so much hope, staring at everything with his big eyes. At least he was able to understand the message, so directing his voice toward the box, the goblin answered the greeting. "Hello." With his voice full of joy and security. As he had learned with Dog, the words did not matter as much as the tone that seemed to carry more things than the words themselves, so he spoke very slowly, trying to project his concern to the multiple inhabitants of that little world. "Need help?"
Soon the smooth marble floor gave way to a fully carpeted one where the sounds of his footsteps were completely muffled. On another occasion he would be grateful for that small moment of luck, but this time the lack of sound did not provide him with any advantage. He had entered a room with no exit but big enough to hide. The weak sun-rays penetrated through the curtain of the only window covering everything with half shadows that provided enough cover for him to find its way through the maze of couch and giant pillows. What appeared to be an ideal area for relaxation had become a trap with no exit. With no way to reach the window, and without being able to return without meeting the couple, the little goblin jumped under one of the biggest couch.
The space below that comfortable place to sit was not at all pleasant, the gap was so small he could not move comfortably, limiting his movements to a slow crawling while the air was so full of dust that made it difficult to breathe without swallowing some dust. Clearly his agitated breathing, result of the small race did not help him to keep the dirt away from his mouth, or to hide from his enemies.
In an unwise attempt to capture him, the woman appealed to his ingenuity calling him with gentle words, but Guglin was smart and saw the trap immediately. She must have felt it; soon she stopped giving him orders. Then, as he feared, the man returned. From under the couch, he had a clear view of the monstrous red-eyed dogs that moved toward the human. One remained at his side to guard him while the other, more slender and agile entered the room. Like with his green paws, the dog´s legs were light and did not provoke any sound on the carpeted floor, making its progress even more unnatural. With horror, Guglin watched as the animal caught a scent and began to follow a trail that lead directly to him. The moment of tension extended for several seconds until the dog descended to look straight into his eye. The animal´s red eyes meet his big yellow eyes. Strangely the animal did not move. Guglin growled using all the fierceness of which he was capable of, using all the strength of his small body but he did not achieve to scare the hell-hound. After the first attempt, he tried to show his teeth, but the animal did not respond to any of his provocations. Confused by the strange attitude of the animal, Guglin decided to observe silently.
His warning bite was enough to fend off the wicked man, while his continual struggle finally set him free from her grip. Guglin landed a step above the girl, just between his two captors. His amber eyes watched the man as he fell back while his dogs remained strangely immobile; even so, these creatures seemed to be extremely dangerous so the best option was to go down.
A whirlwind of emotions went in and out of his head changing his feelings at irregular intervals. One moment he felt curious about the sudden change of locations, and the other he was wishing he could be somewhere else. The cold eyes of those dogs remind him of horses, filling his small heart with terror.
Taking advantage of his speed and size, Guglin slipped to one side of the woman to begin the difficult descent. The height of the steps made it impossible to go down in a conventional way, so he started to jump one by one, when he was half way to the floor, his great hurry and a bit of bad luck made him roll all the way down. Once he managed to stand up and overcome the little dizziness, he began to run in the direction of the large wooden door that appeared to be the only way out. The green goblin jumped with all his might to grab the doorknob but the key-like device did not turn. The door was tightly closed. With terror dominating his thoughts, he began to run again toward what looked like a living room where he expected to find a good place to hide. Maybe he could find refuge behind a couch.
With the infinite amount of words that made up the human language, Guglin was sure it was not strange that he did not know that word but still that particular sound seemed to be important. The man had used it during the battle as a sort of war cry before releasing the snakes of fire so maybe it was a spell able to create fire. So why flames had not emerged when he said the word again? Without realizing it, the goblin finished the piece of meat and totally forgot to take more. He was so puzzled by the hidden meaning of that word that the world lost all its charm.
He did not like the idea of searching for revelations so much. That word was complicated, long and little used so it probably was referring to something big and hard. Something that he was not willing to do, but still, the soft words of his companion added to the offering of food and the fact that both were different made him reconsider the idea. Could something big as a revelation come from something as small as him? If it was possible, he had to try it so his nodded solemnly to his friend.
At first his questions seemed extremely easy to answer. The birds came from the sky as trees and rocks emerged from the earth. He even knew where he had come from; a place called Alsatian, the mountain where he was born and where his family had taught him how to hunt. But then, a little idea interrupted all those thoughts and the security he had on the matter disappeared... Where the sky did came from? What about the earth? What about the mountain? These questions had seemed irrelevant in the past since he had never needed them to hunt or lit a fire or to build a shelter. All these questions had been impractical, not useful for his life style so he had never gave them a second thought, but now... now that he had found them it was impossible to ignore all these interrogations. Each question was bigger than the other, and therefore more difficult to answer and hard to hide again. So, stripped of all certainty and full of new questions but also excited about the future replies, the small goblin began to nod energetically not only to answer his question of whether he had asked that in the past (even when he had not considered it until that moment) but as well to force the human to continue talking.
The world that his five senses showed him, changed radically in just one second. His memories insisted in vain that there should be a garden, which should be illuminated by sunlight and bathed in its melting heat but nothing of that was there, Gug had no choice but to accept that he had somehow traveled through time and space. Maybe he inherited some of his mother´s power after all... Just a moment ago he was in a garden, playing one of his favorite games. He was chasing a fat cat that could hardly stand, let alone run, so the animal could not escape his torture. He spent the last hour chasing and poking him until after a blink everything changed. He was now in a place illuminated by some source of artificial light even whiter than sunlight, the heat from the golden disc had become a strong winter breeze that although unnatural was extremely welcome.
His first reaction was to search for the cat. The second was to try to understand where he was, but his questions were soon reduced to nothing when the delicious smell of human food emanating from a bag hit his nose. With uncertain steps, he moved to find the source of that aroma, always trying not to fall. Once he located the food, Guglin shattered the bag with its nails exposing several containers of different sizes. He took the biggest one and began to chew the cardboard until after swallowing several pieces of the delicious box he found something even more wonderful. Steam rose from the rice to let him taste the dish, so even before seeing its contents he knew what it contained. Putting the box aside, he put his mouth in white grain that attempted to hide the meat. Soon all the meat and half the rice had disappeared.
Momentarily satisfied and with no more meat to chew, he left the boring rice to peek in the other containers. None seemed to have anything interesting so he finally left the bag and its contents alone. With an agile leap, he descended to the ground where a comfortable carpet welcomed him. From there, he had a completely different perspective of the man made cave. What once had been small now had become a gigantic so most things were out of his reach. Everything except for the little creatures who watched him from behind a protective glass. Guglin watched the little creatures in amazement and they watched him in return. Silently. Some of them were human, even taller than the other tiny creatures, so Guglin did not pay much attention to them. He also found dwarves with long beards and giant axes and even dragons, but what caught his attention were the green creatures without name. They were a lot like him... He had been so close that his face was pressed against the glass in an attempt to get closer to the creatures. When he failed, he tried to get their attention by knocking in the glass with his knuckles but the silent still remained untouched so he asked aloud in an extremely sharp voice. "You hear me?"
"Toad, give me the lighter." Demanded the tallest children in an unkind tone. When the request was not meet, he stretched his closed hand to dispel any attempt of rebellion. Upon hearing the order, the frog faced child leaped in his place. His wide eyes nervously looked at his cousin with respect and admiration but essentially fear. A primal fear, almost animal. He knew what would happen if he did not give him the lighter, so without hesitation he extended his hand to deliver the precious object. But before his cousin could take it, her clumsy finger dropped it. The bright object opened with a loud click while the friends of his cousin laughed in unison.
Among the laughter of the group he could almost heard the sound of his own heart trying to escape from his chest, quickly jumping like a frog. But above all, he could feel the gaze of his cousin, silently commanding him to lift the lighter. With a speed that he did not know he had, Toad soon picked up the lighter to deposit it in the big hands of his cousin, who smiled foolishly. Pleased with his obedience. His hands closed like jaws on the polished surface making it disappear.
As soon as he gave him the object, he took a couple of steps backwards to get away from the small group of supporters. And from there he could see how the lighter produced a small flame. It was about to lit the fuse when someone shouted. Everybody froze in their places, holding their breath. The silent dominated everything for several seconds until Jimmy began to run, then Luke, then Sam. Even Toad ran away from the statue they wanted to destroy, all but his cousin.
Lenny the Giant, better known as Toad's cousin, stared at the intruder with hatred. Throwing imaginary daggers to the person that dared to ruin his fun but when it was clear that the stranger hero was not going to disappear, Lenny lit the fuse and then began to run. He did not need to look back to know the firecracker started to explode, one by one, the explosive objects unleashed their fury in agonizing howls.
My humble opinion is this, the camera drones are very rare and almost reaching the technological limitation. Right now is currently strictly military technology, so it would be very difficult to obtain, also it would be too costly to realize a proper maintenance and to replace once destroyed.
My idea, we can use hidden cameras in the clothes of the mutants, or perhaps necklaces with cameras, thus it would look more like a reality show. You could see the mutants trying to survive in first person, while other cameras located in the weapons or vehicles would give the viewer the point of view of the hunter.
This third option may be impossible to implement with the current technology but still here it is... In the manga Btooom, a group of people is left on an island to fight with some species of grenades. There is no camera on the island, the bracelets the participants are using capture their movement, and the surrounding area with a kind of sonar. Then the sonar images are modeled to show a 3d computer generated image of the characters and surroundings. With current technology, perhaps it could be possible, but the resulting image would be almost like a cartoon or computer generated image. Not realistic enough for some viewers.
In a strange contradiction, the sound seemed to disappear completely every time the two ate but at the same time leading to a moment that revealed all the sounds around them. Maybe these moments of silence began with the sole purpose of give both time to admire the beauty of the night that surrounded them and the many sounds of the city began to be became scarce as the majestic darkness deepened.
In one of those moments when the sounds of chewing mingled with the rustle of branches and the whisper of the grass, the man spoke again, answering the forgotten question. The answer caught him by surprise, so for a few long seconds Gug did not know what he was talking about. The uncertainty in his face soon transformed into an expression of understanding. When he remembered the question, he stopped chewing to analyze the response, moment his brain used to produce a clear picture of the mountains. At first it was blurred as it had been buried for a long time, hidden, but soon became a bunch of vivid images. It was then that he realized how much he missed his brothers. Strangely that talk was waking memories he thought lost. Something in the process of verbalizing his thoughts helped his memory, maybe but the real reason escaped his understanding.
Abandoning his memories and leaving the moment of nostalgia aside, Gug responded with an assurance that he had never showed throughout his short life. "Is tall." Because the mountain was very tall, so tall that they rarely climbed to the top. "And wide." And also it was very wide, so wide that his bubbling father never traveled all its length. Gug even doubted that his mother with her strong hairy legs had ever done it. It just seemed to be endless.
But then as his little experience with humans had taught him, all had a name, even the smallest things. No matter how absurd it was, it was able to be named. His brain started to work at full capacity trying to recover that piece of information that had been discarded as useless. Living in a mountain was a thing, but know its human name was another different matter. Since it did not help them to survive at all, it was one of the first things he forgot. Or believed to had done that, because after thinking for a minute that was almost eternal, his brain generated a reply. "Alsatian mountain." Guglin was so surprised to recall that fact that once he verbally expressed the required name, he showed another of his famous smiles.
Guglin knew he was strong and fast, a very good hunter and good for hiding, also an excellent climber and even pretty handsome, but he had never considered himself advanced so that statement was very strange. Although he hated to admit it, those pesky humans appeared to be the most advanced with all their noisy gadgets, their bite-proof hot dogs carts and horrible but fast "carrz". Still, the confirmation that both were the same, or different from the other, managed to help him feel more comfortable with the human and therefore more willing to pay attention to the long prayer that came from his lips in a torrent of words .
His ears pricked in recognition. In the battle the smoke-man had used the same word whose meaning he did not know. "Scora?" Asked the goblin with his head slightly cocked over his right shoulder. Amber eyes staring at the human.
Guglin was hunting. Running behind a prey, a stray dog with a giant bone that still retained some meat, then he saw a glimpse of the stranger artifact. Everything seemed to spin around quickly in its surface that reflected the light, then each single object of the mirrored world changed into thousands of colors. The object that humans called Sidy seemed to pulsate with energy of its own in a way he had never seen before and with each pulse it produced new colors than in exchange turned into a strange mesmerizing melody that ordered him to come closer. Unable to refuse the direct order of the inanimate object, Guglin put aside his safety and left his hiding place.
A hear beat later he was being carried sideways, flying toward a wooden staircase he had never seen before. And though his mind insisted that there should be a large garden with grass as green as his skin, his yellow eyes showed nothing something completely different, so for a moment the little creature remained as docile as a statue trying to find an explanation for his lost memories. The human voice took him out of his reverie, pushing his mind back to his wiry body at the instant the human moved to touch him. Without hesitation the little monster bit the air in warning and then began to twist his body in an attempt to break free from whoever was holding him.
What once had been an ingenious idea to locate his prey was now turning against him. Climbing the tree had been very simple, but the process of going down had been too painful to be considered a safe landing. The stabbing pain now stretched from his feet to the tips of his ears and not even adrenaline could appease it completely. Still, under his fierce growls and strong mental orders, his feet obeyed without complaints. The little time he used to get off of the tree slowed him considerably, and the extra time he needed to recover from the fall had left him far away from the boy. Gug still could see the figure of the child through the trees, but he was already outside the forest, Guglin was still inside and with each step his speed decreased more.
Until he finally realized that he could not reach the boy so the frantic race became a reluctant walk. When Gug reached the edge of the forest, the boy had disappeared once again, only that this time Gug suspected he was not going to see him again. Standing in the shadows of the majestic trees, Guglin contemplated the empty place where they had fought for the food. He could almost see every move as if they were projected out of his head. Just when he remembered the time when the child kicked him in the face, he noted with amazement an object on the battlefield.
The desire to hunt returned to his body to temporarily soothe the multiple aches in his body to make them easy to ignore as just minor annoyances, then his whole mind concentrated on that small stick of meat and nothing else. The magnetic pulses beaming from the food attracted him, without any chance to resist; he started to walk as his stomach responded to its calls making noises on its own. Before he knew what he was doing, his feet moved him away from the protection of the trees.
Moments later, all the feelings left his body. The millions of electrical impulses that traveled between neurons and nerves were solidified all together, capturing his thoughts in an impossibly long instant. Her green skin quickly changed to black when all the cells in his body got charred at unison after a huge chain reaction. As the ashes of his skin were carried away by the wind, a dark grey skin appeared. What moment before had been a living creature was now a life size statue caught in the last expression and pose of the green mutant.
The claws of his four limbs clung to each little crevasse with familiarity making his ascent much easier than it had been to climb the child. With the combination of his light weight with his sharp nails, Gug quickly reached a small depression in the tree from which arise most of the upper branches of the leafy crown. The natural shelter was enclosed by leaves forming an intricate maze of branches in where was easy to get lost. It was then that without any kind of warning, the boy appeared on a nearby tree. Then the blurred image suddenly disappeared when the boy jumped to the ground producing a loud landing after which the child begins to run.
From the top of the tree Guglin watched perplexed at the child's suicidal behavior. A quick glance was all he needed to know that he would not escape unscathed from the fall, so the green creature retreated to the exact point from his ascension. From there, he slips down the thick trunk with caution making the task take longer than it ought to be. Although his claws had previously drilled holes where he could hold his weight, it was difficult to find every one and even harder to do it quickly.
When he finally reached a safe height from which he could jump, the child had already obtained a considerable advantage, so in a desperate action Guglin dropped in a clumsy and awkward movement that ended with a new impact with the ground. The pain spread from his legs to his little body, shaking his bones and muscles equally as if it were a small earthquake. Still cursing his sore knees and the annoying tingling in both feet, the creature achieved to command his body to run. Each step bring pain to his body again, reminding him of each blow he had received but still he continued running in the general direction of his prey without flinching even once.
From the battle that occurred one hour ago nothing else was left, not even the memories of those intense moments could enrage the two figures that now were eating together, exchanging words as if they were friends. The hostility that both had felt completely disappeared to be replaced by an unearthly quietness that reminded him too much of his imprisonment in his fake father´s. Aside that perturbing memory, the moment was pleasant enough for him to forget everything but the company.
His silent observation soon drew his attention to the eyes of the human. A strange trait that all the specie shared. Compared with his large amber eyes, the eyes of the man were too small and probably not suited to the dark, so Guglin could not help but wonder about how much of the nocturnal world he could see. With his eyes the wonders of the night were easy to spot, and as long as he had the distant light of a star or a faint touch of moonlight, the little monster knew that he could observe with an enviable quality, as it had extensively tested back in the mountains. Hunting was easier at night, as well as stealing so his pack had always preferred to move under the cover of the night. But... How much was able to see that man?
His concerns, suspicions and questions were soon buried under a wave of flavor that penetrated his brain through his tongue. The meat easily ceded to the strength of his sharp teeth, but to his delight, the particular flavor lasted a little more. When the flavor finally disappeared, the green humanoid replied. "I do." Pause. "Near big lake"Yellow pupils stare at the human with curiously as his thin lips helped his throat to produce new words. "You know my mountain?" Although he did not know exactly where he was or where his pack and mountain could be, Gug felt hopeful. Maybe he knew his parents and could carry him there. The city was too big, and all his attempts to find mountains had ended in failure.
Almost forgetting the question posed to the human, the green goblin let the natural and artificial sounds of the night to entertain them with their discordant melodies. As he listened intently for an answer and the sounds strange and familiar, his four fingers took another piece of meat. This time his jaws stopped before closing around his prey as if he had seen something completely mesmerizing. "You are like I." He said at last, pushing the silence with each word as if it were too solid to breathe. The man that was eating with him was not human. He turned into smoke. The surprise was soon replaced by a new kind of fascination that was expressed in a smile.
Once he reached the protection of the generous trees, the small humanoid dissapeared inside the giant garment. First his head, then his arms until he escaped from his prison. A green wiry body emerged from the piece of cloth, green as the grass. He was naked but for a pair of pants that were too big for him. Under closer inspection the pants showed several bite marks that evidenced he had cut the legs in a clumsy attempt to resize it for his tiny body. Guglin stretched, then wiped the blood from his lips and chin with his shirt, after the task was done he dropped it on the grass, forgetting the faithful object and all the things it had done for him.
His yellow eyes jumped between all the elements of the landscape, searching for the boy but finding nothing. His ears pricked, to move later in an attempt to find some source of sound, but everything was wrapped in a supernatural silence as if her had traveled between worlds. His little nose proved to be as useless as his other senses. No matter how he tried, no smell came to him.
As with most problems, Guglin came to the simple conclusion that he needed more height. All the problems seemed to solved if one could be tall enough. Now that nothing restricted his movements, his feet soon took him to the nearest tree without stumbling even once. It was a old tree and strong, despite it was not one of the tallest or one of the trees that offered more protection, it was exactly what he needed. The tree was small enough to be below the tops of the other trees, thus avoiding the sun, but it was elevated enough to be able to increase his visual field exponentially. His sharp claws penetrated the thick bark with ease, giving him the ability to climb in short jumps. Just like a bear. Bald and green. But a bear just the same.
Great! Nice idea. A bow can come in handy in some situations, more if the food starts to run out (thing that is almost impossible due to the huge amount of canned food in the deposit) but still can be a good alternative for some fresh food.
I remembered the battery charging trick, but the solar panels would be enough. Juka is the only person in the bunker able to travel without problems in the contaminated exterior. (even if it not contaminated.)
Even before he hit the ground, his mind knew he had failed and it also knew the intensity of the physical pain he would feel, that strong imaginary pain transformed his face into a mask of pure affliction. The abstract ache soon found his twin when his physical body ferociously hit the ground, his lower body received the most of the damage on the impact with the concrete while his upper body was cushioned by the child's legs that although softer than the ground, managed to steal another cry of pain when his bone stabbed him under his ribs.
The blow to his stomach almost let him without air while the pain in his legs expanded rapidly, even then the small Guglin tried to climb higher. His enemy was now sitting, almost at his height, but his hopes of reaching his pockets ended when the child suddenly connected a hit directly to the monster's upper lip with one of his knees.
The blow that cut his lip was so unexpected that the little goblin withdrawn instinctively before realizing what he was doing, when he reduced the strength in his claws for just a moment the boy take that opportunity to get rid of him. Cursing silently, the little monster got up with difficulty bringing to his muscles a sharp pain with every movement. He stood there for a moment, gathering strength, then run toward the trees.
A moment later the creature penetrated into the forest with his liquid gold eyes sparkling with rage and his sharp teeth stained with fresh blood. The red liquid dripping from his green chin.
