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.
One of her clones stumbled into the alley, trying to tie the too-large shoes onto her feet. "Boss says she don't wanna talk to you until you calm down." She tripped over her own feet and face planted into the pavement. Another figure popped up behind her, messing around with a makeup compact she'd 'found' in the stolen bag.
"Yeah, you get awful mad and turn all red in the face. Scary." The other chimed in helpfully.
From across the one lane side street, Elke had been watching with a grumpy frown on her face. She hadn't even made it all the way down from the roof before he'd swooped in. Not only had he ruined probably the only fun she was going to have that night, but now he knew what she tended to do in her off time. The jig was up, so to speak. With a sigh, as her clones made fools of themselves she reached back to her quiver and felt around for a certain arrow. Hefting the heavy wooden bow out, she knocked it and drew the string back full tension. With a quick whistle the arrow arched across the street and embedded in the brick on the side of the building.
With a sharp tug or two to test how securely the grapple was hooked, she put her weight on the line and lifted a leg over the railing. He wanted her over there so bad? Sure! She would be there in a jiffy!
"Coming, DAD" Then she looped the rope around one arm, her waist, and the opposite leg and jumped. The tension in the rope jerked a little, but with it spread out through her whole body it was manageable. At the crest if of the fall she lifted her feet and caught herself on the side of the building, absorbing most of the impact with her legs.
One short climb down later and she dropped to the ground before Saph, with the biggest grin on her face.
The sound of shattering glass could be heard from below, followed swiftly by a car alarm and the sound of many pairs of feet quickly beating a hasty retreat. From a rooftop nearby a shadow loomed, leaning against the lip of the building as she watched the scene play out below her.
She was dreadfully bored.
Below, as one hooligan tried to duck into an alley, he swiftly encountered a thick soled boot to the chest. The impact knocked the wind out of him and sent him sprawling back on the ground. A stolen bag clattered to the ground beside him. "What, that all you got?" A female voice snickered.
She moved in on him like a predator, straddling the boy and clenching his collar with her fist. Two well placed punches later and he dropped to the pavement unconscious. The figure giggled, and promptly stole his shoes.
Off further down the street another boy was sprinting like his life depended on it. An arrow whizzed by like a bullet, bouncing off the sidewalk ahead of him. He jerked away, flinging himself into the shadows of the alley beside him. In his haste he knocked a metal garbage can over. The sound echoed out into the night, shortly followed by a very boyish shriek.
A moment later another figure, which looked suspiciously like the first, dragging a prone figure behind her. She deposited the dead weight on the side walk and started skipping away.
That just left the third, who had run off in an entirely different direction. The girl on the roof stood, slinging her bow back across her shoulders and headed for the fire escape to make her way down from the roof. Looks like she would have a little hunting to do before the night was over...
Her lip curled as she stared at him. "Oh, i'm shakin' in me boots, boss." The teen snorted through her nose, her hands automatically fisting into the pockets of her coat. "More time in solitary? Anything but that!
The heavy sarcasm surely wasn't lost on him, nor the overly dramatic way she rolled her eyes.
Something thumped, like a sack of potatoes hitting the dirt, and it caught the X's attention. and that caught her attention. Her lips crumpled into an ugly scowl as she went along with his guess, all the while mentally going over what exact steps she would need to take to get herself up and over the fence in record time. She even tossed in a half asses sputtered curse word at his sentencing, before Saph had fled and left her standing there.
She didn't even waste time on grinning, as she hopped back up the bars, flung herself over the top, and landed in a crouch in the grass on the other side. Then, it was full-speed-sprint mode as she careened across the lawn toward the road.
Halfway up indeed. She twitched, clinging to the fence like some sort of primate, and hazarded a glance over her shoulder.
Yep... it was him. He had this uncanny habit of turning up places she didn't expect him, kind almost like he was always watch--... Nah. He didn't care enough to watch her these days. He was always too busy being broody and grounding her.
"...yeah...what's it to you?" She stopped craning her neck with a sigh, and slid down the bars until her feet met the ground with a soft thud. She could have tried to get up and over the gate quickly, but she knew he was faster. That only left her with verbally challenging him. Or, so she thought, at least.
It was a short drop from the window sill into the plants below. Thankfully, the bush she landed in was more alive than dead, and thus her fall was cushioned.
The shrubbery shook as she stood and stumbled out of it, dusting her clothes off as she went. She cast a baleful look back at the open window and snorted, curling her lip snobbishly. Good riddance. Maybe she'd escape the damn school once and for all.
... Not like anyone would care. Her forced care givers had barely looked her in the eye once for the past few months. She doubted they would even notice she'd left.
Shoving her hands into her pockets, she kept to the side of the building as she went, avoiding paths she knew had motion detectors and cameras trained on them. She just needed to make it to the outer gate, which she could scale easily enough after all the practice she'd had, and she'd be home free.
Though... she didn't exactly know where she was going yet. Most of her 'safe houses' had been taken down, sold, or were otherwise occupied by other squatters.
She could always go to Roach.... that Sanctuary place was always open, and no one spared her a second glance once they realized she was a mutant.
I would like to Nominate Ember, because he isn't afraid to punch little ole' Greek Gorgons in the face! Also, he's pretty rad, and his character rocks.
I could toss Elke at you. She gets into all sorts of trouble and likes to think she's a big boy(girl) who doesn't fear 'nothin.
Saph keeps her on lockdown at the mansion because he thinks he knows what's good for her, but she also manages to slip away pretty often. So, she's pretty flexible on what, who, when, and where.
Whap! "Argh! My EAR!" Whap! Whap! " Guh! Muh nobe!"
Faster than she could track, stinging paper-y slaps rained down on her. Her eyes watered and she threw herself to the ground as she clones started to pitch a fit at the treatment. Thankfully, instead of copying her, they started flailing back at the attack with arms and legs.
Belly-crawling out from under their feet, the native sprang to her feet the moment she was free and sprinted across the room. She needed to find that goddamn door and quickly.
Elke skidded to a halt in front of the wall. Behind her, Saph was wailing away at jude and the clones with... what was that, a newspaper? Really. He'd boxed her ears and nearly broken her nose off her face (not really) with the morning paper?!
Well, at least it wasn't the sunday edition.
She wriggled on the spot momentarily, wanting desperately to throw herself back into the fun. Damnit, why hadn't she just sent a clone instead?!
... the image of one of her twins running back and forth along the wall, demanding it to open in various ways sprang to mind, and she sighed. Running her hands along the wall to feel for bumps and edges, she started her task. surely if there was a door, she'd feel it... right?
Concrete met backside painfully. He dropped her from his shoulder onto the ground and stared at her. She kicked herself back a little, but couldn't help but freeze up at his tone...
"Is this some sort of game to you?! Do you have ANY idea what you've done? People are going to die because of you!"
Her eyes widened slightly, and her mouth clamped shut. That was ridiculous... people weren't going to die. Just... get roughed up a little. Even than that would only be humans, and they deserved it. She shook her head slightly at him, but didn't manage to voice any of the thoughts going on in her head.
"I should have you put in jail... Tried as an adult. But you're just a stupid goddamn kid! So I'm going to take you somewhere for mutants, like us, and you're going to tell me who gave you that weapon. Do you under stand? It's that, or PRISON."
She half blinked in response and the glassiness that had crept into her eyes suddenly vanished. He was a liar... another example of mutant kind bending down to humankind. A glorified lapdog. He didn't care about what the fight really stood for. Whatever place he was talking about wasn't for mutants like her, it was for mutants who were ashamed of their heritage. For mutants who'd rather hide among humans and play nice, than stand up for themselves and fight for what was right.
The teens expression hardened, and with the aim any teenage boy would be jealous of she spat directly at his face.
The native shot him a incredulous look with one eye slightly squinted. He wanted to try and hold him off? Even with all the duplicates they had between them, it didn't seem like a great idea. "...Are you sure?"
With an unconvinced expression on still, she finally shrugged and caved. If he wanted to get creamed alone, she was fine with that. "Alright." She turned to her twins next and pointed a finger at him. "You two do everything he says, got it?" They nodded while sharing a nervous glance with each other. No one else had ever ordered them around before... would it be fun?
"Ready!" Whispering fiercely, she thrust a fist into the center of the pile and her clones were swift to follow. "Go!" Standing, she cast a glance up at the 'God box' Jude had mentioned, then around the walls.
Elke woke with a gasp. She threw the sheets away from her face, glanced around her dark room in a blind panic, and felt a cold sweat rolling down the forehead and the back of her neck. It took her more than a few moments of silent, intense breathing to realize it had all been a dream. A nightmare. Still, she could hear her grandfather calling her...
ksaˀtiyo.
It had felt so.. real... and yet, there had been so many parts of the dream that could not have been. Her eyes focused on her hands, blood free and the right size. She could still hear the heart beating like drums in her mind. It echoed as the nightmare lingered.
The world stilled. Time froze and with it so did her anger. She stared straight ahead of her where her knife lay buried, watching as the dark jumpsuit gradually changed color. First red started to seep in, then whites and browns. The figure before her shifted around her knife; she was unable to do anything.
"ksaˀtiyo.."
Let me face this...
A heart beat brought everything back to life. She could feel it under her finger tips through the knife.. She could feel it through the floor and on the air, as if the whole room was alive. "...ksaˀtiyo." That name again. Her gaze rose up, up, up... Looming over her was the kind, gentle face of her elderly grandfather. ...laksótha? The name rang hollow in her lips; it's life stolen away before it had a chance to make it to the man. She tried again, and again, while clenching her fingers in his shirt. laksótha! laksótha! Nothing came out no matter how she tried. He smiled down at her sadly, and placed a hand on the crown of her head.
When I wake up.
The beating head started to speed up. The gradual, rhythmic thump bump transitioning into a more erratic sound. The beating of a drum. Elke looked from her grandfather to the knife she had wounded him with. Like plucking out a thorn, she pulled the blade from him. Instantly his shirt bled. Great rings of red washing out and over the fabric, fighting to envelop the whole of his body. Desperately the teen pressed her hands to the wound, silently screaming his name. He did move; simply smiling down a her with love in his eyes. Vermilion splashed at her feet, running in rivers over her arms and down her torso. It just kept coming, pulsing out of the man at an inhuman rate with an unnatural speed. Pools of it quickly shot up past her ankles, fighting with itself to consume her legs and the her thighs. She couldn't stop the bleeding... she couldn't fix such a deep wound!
The gentle warmth of her grandfathers hand on the top of her head was suddenly very present. She caught his eye, desperation plain on her face. He returned only that same tired smile. The pressure of his grip on her suddenly strengthened and she felt herself being pushed down toward the same hungry sea of blood greedily lapping at her. The girl struggled but quickly found she could not remove her grandfathers hand from her head. The pressure intensified again. The red sea swallowed her up to the chin; she fought it to no avail. Her grandfather uttered her name softly as he pushed her under.
She took a step and grew many years in that instant. The blade felt heavy in her hands. She took another, and then another. The bodies of her sisters seemed to move out of her way on their own; she stepped on no one as she broke out into a run. The room stretched before her, elongating before her eyes. The wait! hovering on her lips never took flight. Grim determination carried her on; carried her further.
Feeling scared to breathe...
Each step seemed to take ages. Every three and the figure in the distance grew smaller. She could feel her heart screaming for her to run; for her to fight. Overhead the light swung in beat with her footfalls. Another step and she started to catch up with time; the distance between them lessened. Another step; she jumped forward in the blink of an eye. Suddenly time was speeding by. Her actions were quick, without hesitations; his reactions were just as fast.
If you leave then I'll be afraid of everything...
He blocked her first strike with ease, nearly knocking the knife from her grip. She pulled it back, stepped to the side and forward, and plunged the weapon into his stomach.
