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.
Mariusz led the way into the large common room and looked around. He tended to not spend a whole lot of time in this area if for no other reason than most of the students tended to congregate here and he preferred to keep company with somewhat more mature people. But, for the moment the room was empty, so Mariusz set his mug down on an end table and then dropped onto the couch with a flop in a most uncharacteristic manner, patting the spot next to him and holding up a few remotes for Evelyn.
"Come on babysitter, right here. I need someone that knows how to work this thing and I imagine your mutant abilities will be useful in that regard," he said, indicating the remotes by shaking them a little and then the TV with a sweep of a feathered arm. Sitting back up on the couch he snatched up his mug of tea, somehow managing to not spill a drop of it, and then took a sip.
"Hot!," he declared in a loud voice, scowling at the mug. Then scowling into the mug. Then taking another sip anyway and repeating the process a second time.
OOC: So I made another version of Talon for a different board... this version is Norwegian Army Special Forces and named Vidar Anfinson with a code name of "Foresatte Engel" which is Norwegian for "Guardian Angel".
Vidar emerged from his quarters at Bagram Airfield and adjusted his uniform, pulling his cap a little bit lower on his head as he turned in the direction that would take him where he needed to go for his briefing. What Norway was doing being involved in Afghanistan in the first place was beyond the special forces' soldier's ability to comprehend. No doubt all the reasoning was a good bit above the pay grade of a simple Sergeant, even one that was as highly trained as Vidar was. As he moved along the dirt and rock path the winged mutant was careful to leave a wide berth between himself and other soldiers, in particular the Americans which comprised the largest contingent of forces at the air base and who, in a general sense, displayed the most animosity towards the Norwegian mutant.
Don't look for trouble, and trouble won't look for you, he thought to himself as the talons are the end of his toes, which protruded from his custom made and issued combat boots, dug little furrows in the walk way with each step. No doubt some of the soldiers would be less than pleased if they knew what it was that he did in the Afghan theatre. As it was, though, Vidar assumed most of them simply wondered why the Norwegians had sent the mutant soldier to Afghanistan in the first place. As he walked Vidar fished into one of the pockets on his pants and pulled out a trail mix granola bar which he unwrapped and proceeded to eat as he walked.
Finishing the snack as he reached the entrance to the building he was seeking Vidar deposited the wrapper in a trash bin near the door before pushing open the door and moving inside. There was a rush of cool air as the door opened since this building was air conditioned. His eyes quickly adjusted to the interior lighting, which was less bright than the sun outside, and he set off down the hall in a direction he knew well by now given how long he'd already been deployed.
Reaching the door of the Lieutenant Colonel's office he raised a hand, being careful to tuck in his taloned fingers, and wrapped smartly on the door. "Come in," the voice of the Lieutenant Colonel called out. Vidar pushed open the door and entered the office, standing at attention while he waited for the officer to provide further direction.
"There's no need to be so formal," the man said, waving a hand dismissively, "Please, seat yourself Sergeant." Vidar assumed his seat and, since there was no need for conversation at this point, he remained silent. He assumed that the Lieutenant Colonel would have come to expect this sort of behavior, in terms of a lack of speaking. Silently, with just a slight rustling of the feathers on his wings, Vidar sat and waited for the officer to begin the briefing.
"The Americans have intel, both local and aerial gathered by Global Hawks, on a Taliban weapons cache in the Kunar Province, southeast of Asadabad just west of the Pakistani border. They think Pakistani militants might also be funneling weapons and even some heavier equipment into the stash, possibly supplied by, or stolen from, the Pakistani Army. Type 56's and Tokarev's, mostly, though they have found some G3's and Dragunov's mixed in as well in some of their recent skirmishes in the area," his superior said, producing an intel file and sliding it across the desk to Vidar. The winged mutant took the file and opened it, thumbing through some reports and photographs as the Colonel continued with the briefing.
"In four days time they're going to be sending in a team of Rangers to hit the cache in the early morning hours and you're being assigned as a recon and surveillance asset for the mission. Callsign, as always, will be Guardian Angel. You'll also be tasked loaded out to serve as a small scale aerial assault asset as well with C-4 charges that you'll be able to drop from the air as needed or directed. Normally they'd do this sort of thing with a helicopter strike, but they want to figure out for certain if the weapons are coming from Pakistan or not so they'll be looking for intel on the ground after they hit the site. Questions?"
"Will I be deployed to a FOB near Asadabad or will I fly out of Jalalabad or Bagram," Vidar asked, looking up from the intel packet.
"This is the Americans' show. You'll be moved to the base at Jalalabad Airport tomorrow in a CH-47 that's moving some cargo from Bagram to Jalalabad. From there, on the day of the mission, you'll deploy with the Rangers from a UH-60 platform day of," the Lieutenant Colonel replied. "Anything else?"
"I want a 417 for this mission, long barrel," Vidar said, indicating that he wanted to be issued a designated marksman rifle rather than the standard Colt Canada SFW that was usually issued to Norwegian Special Forces. He didn't go into explaining why it was that he preferred the H&K rifle, he assumed it would be obvious to his superior officer.
"Easy enough, you can pick one up when you're done here. Anything else?"
"Any targets of importance at the site?"
"Not that we're aware of. Anything else?"
Vidar shook his head. Early on in his combat deployment a common question he had asked was whether or not the foreign assets he'd be working with would know wether or not he was a mutant. The answer had always been that they would not and Vidar had long sense stopped asking the question. No doubt they'd be in for a bit of a nasty shock when they loaded up for the operation in a few days and were joined by a Norwegian mutant. However, their shock was not Vidar's concern his concern was with getting the assigned mission completed.
"Dismissed," the Lieutenant Colonel said. With nothing further to address with his superior officer Vidar rose from his seat and exited first from the office and then from the building, emerging back out into the sunshine of the late Afghan morning.
"I quite agree that loose leaf is infinitely preferable," the Czech man said, grabbing another mug and filling it with water. "As is taking the time to properly boil the water in a tea kettle... but there are times in our lives when we are forced to settle for what we find to be less than optimal." He sighed and slid the two mugs into the microwave to heat them up. "This would seem to be one of those times."
A few moments later the timer dinged and Mariusz removed the mugs and dropped a tea bag down into each of them. "Time for this," Mariusz said, popping the cap on the pills and shaking two into his hand before popping them into his mouth and downing them with water.
"Alright babysitter, I think the best place to set up shop is in the big common room. Nice big TV in there and it is hooked up to something that allows for movies and TV shows to be streamed from the internet," heading out of the kitchen and leading Evelyn in that direction, the mug of tea in his hands. "If we hurry we can get there before these things kick in."
Seeing that Evelyn was done eating Mariusz quickly polished off the second piece of lasagna before depositing the dishes in the sink. "I will deal with the leftovers if you do the rest of the dishes," he said, moving around the kitchen in search of some aluminum foil, an ink pen, and post-it notes. Quickly enough he located his bounty and set it down on counter top. Quickly enough he had wrapped up the leftovers and scribbled a simple note with what the dish was, when it had been made, and a message letting anyone who found it know they were welcome to eat some.
"I suppose it is time to take some of these," he said, producing the pain pills. "But first," he said, fishing a mug from one of the cabinets and filling it with water while Evelyn continued with the last few dishes, "I think some tea is in order. Any for you," he asked, showing her a box of pre-bagged Earl Grey tea bags as he stuck the mug of water in the microwave to heat it up.
"There is always a lot of information to digest, even in here," the winged man said, taking another bite of his food and tapping a finger on the Bible. "The scriptures discuss every topic imaginable though, from watching the news, you might think it only talks about three or four things. If you need a guided tour I have a degree in Protestant Theology from Charles University in Prague. I can mark some passages for you, point you in the right direction." He shrugged his shoulders and sipped at his bottle of water before continuing.
"But, do not let me twist your arm into something you do not want to do," he continued, taking another bite of lasagna, finishing the piece on his plate and rising to dish out a second piece for himself. He knew he was going to eat like a bit of a pig, but that was a side effect of having the metabolism of a bird... eat, eat, eat.
"Something to think about," Mariusz said, sliding a plate down in front of the blonde woman before fishing two bottles of water from the fridge and passing one of them to her and taking his own seat after spinning the chair around so he could use it without being uncomfortable because of his wings. He sprinkled a little parmesan over the top of his piece of lasagna and took a sip from his bottle of water before continuing.
"See, now most people would begin by asking whether or not you believe in God or heaven or the afterlife. Almost all major faiths disagree on these issues, but the one thing the five major faiths all agree on is hell, or a form thereof," Mariusz, said, taking a bite of his food and then gesturing at Evelyn with his fork as he continued to speak.
"But, the one thing the five major faiths all believe in, almost universally is the concept of hell or something approximating it. The Muslims, Jews, and Christians all have hell while the Hindus and Buddhists, by dint of their belief in reincarnation, believe in a form of hell since you can be reincarnated as something unpleasant. So, the real question is not whether or not someone believes in God... rather it is whether or not someone believes in hell since the concept of hell is universal."
"Ah, the logic argument," the Czech man said in an unconcerned way, waving about a soapy taloned hand before resuming his scrubbing at one of the pans and then rinsing it before setting it in a dish drainer to dry and starting on the next. "I used to think that way too."
Mariusz finished with the last of the dishes and then moved around the kitchen once more, producing a pair of plates and forks this time. "Do you believe in a hell," he asked, approaching the issue from a very different direction than what most people would have asked as he produced one of the spatulas he had just clean and began dishing up pieces of the lasagna.
"I live here, flea bag," Mariusz snapped back, drawing another arrow and firing it at the branch that the cat woman had flung at him. The force of the arrow striking branch split it in two and the second arrow buried itself in the tree trunk, though this time it was nowhere near the cat woman and the student. "What are you doing here," he demanded, drawing a third arrow and fitting it to the bow string but not drawing it for the time being. True, the feline had grabbed the boy, but Mariusz's enhanced vision told him that it had looked like the boy was about to fall. Maybe the cat woman was behaving herself, maybe she was just making sure she had a meat shield, too early to tell at this point.
"And I have no intention of coming any closer you flea bitten miscreant," Mariusz said. If the cat woman thought she could come here and cause trouble, for Evelyn or anyone else, she was badly mistaken. "If you want to take a flying leap into space though you are welcome to test it. I remember that worked out quite well for you the last time."
"I do not see what is so terrible about that," Mariusz said, standing from the table and opening the dish washer to put his dirty dishes inside before replacing the tub of ice cream in the freezer and snaring his Bible from the counter top before returning to the table and seating himself.
"As for what I was reading when you glanced at it, have you ever tried reading it for yourself," he asked, sliding the black leather bound book across the table to Evelyn. "You might find it helpful, the Holy Scriptures discuss every sort of topic imaginable. Even how to live with mutants," he said as he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a timer going off.
"Lasagna's done," he said, rising from his seat and crossing to the oven. Pulling on a pair of oven mitts he opened the door and removed the hot casserole dish from the oven, setting it on the stove top to cool before moving to the sink and running a sink full of hot soapy water and beginning to wash up the few things that needed it. "There is solace to be found in faith, if you look for it."
Mariusz waved the hand he was holding the ice cream spoon in with a dismissive gesture. "Bah, that is there problem then. Not yours. If your powers were so invasive then I surely would have noticed them by now. Since I have not then they must not be all that annoying." He took another bite of ice cream, his spoon chasing the last bits around the edges of the bowl.
"Besides that, if you want to learn to better control your powers then this is the place to be. I have mine under control, of course, but that is mostly because mine are all purely physical mutations," he paused thoughtfully for a moment. "I imagine there must be someone here with psychic or psionic powers that could help you control your... whatever it is you do, I do not think you have actually told me what your ability is yet."
"Always willing to lend a hand," he said, sipping again at the glass of wine. "Although, if you are looking for a security expert I would suggest looking elsewhere. I am afraid I know little of such things beyond the simple point and shoot interface of my bow. In truth my degree is from Charles University in Prague and it is in Protestant Theology," he continued, patting the bow on the ground next to him.
"No, as we are instructed by the Apostle Paul in Romans 12:18: 'If it is possible, as much as depends on you, live peaceably with all men.'," the avian man said thoughtfully, the feathers on his wings rustling softly. "A follower of Christ should ever seek to avoid conflict whenever possible. Conflict only pollutes others and keeps them from our Lord's loving embrace. However, the words of the Apostle also clearly indicate that living in peace is not always possible. Sadly, these riots would seem to be one of those times and, with that in mind, I find it infinitely preferable to offer my services, limited though they may be, to those who would seek a similar path to my own... regardless of what their religious preferences may be." He paused to sip at his wine again before continuing.
"You are clearly a practitioner of the Hindu faith. However, our religious differences should not prevent us from living peaceably with one another and helping one another as we can when the need arises. In the Gospels Jesus himself says that the greatest commandment is to love God with all that we are, yet He says that the second greatest is to love our neighbors as ourselves and in our increasingly global community are we not all neighbors?"
With the riots still ongoing Mariusz was still out and about providing extra security, only now he was at the Mansion instead of at the mutant sanctuary in the city proper that was run by Mahadevi. Quietly he soared above the grounds, bow slung over his shoulder and his repaired quiver hanging at his right hip. All in all it was a rather nice day for flying and there was nothing much to see or do... until he spotted her.
The cat woman.
The feral beast.
Reacting quickly he drew and arrow from his quiver and nocked it, drawing the bowstring back by his cheek. As he was pulling the arrow back in preparation for firing it he watched as the cat woman scaled a tree and came up behind one of the students. No doubt she was preparing to strike and then eat the poor boy. It would definitely be a good idea to let her know that he knew right where she was.
Raising his aim just slightly Mariusz released the bowstring and fired the arrow. It whizzed through the air and thunked into the tree trunk just above WereCat's head, the razor sharp arrow burying itself deep into the wood of the tree.
"I see you fuzzbucket," Mariusz shouted down at her. "Make one wrong move and the next will pin your heart to your spine, I do not have any aim distractions today!"
"How could your mutation possibly disturb anyone else," Mariusz asked, scooping some of the ice cream into the two bowls and then passing one of the bowls over to Evelyn. "This would be better with fresh chocolate chip cookies to go with it, but we can make do with just the ice cream for tonight." The avian mutant took a spoonful of the sweet treat and slid it into his mouth.
"You can do what you want when you want here too, as long as you respect the privacy of other people's rooms and do not go rifling through your roommate's things... if you have a roommate that is, most of the adults get rooms to themselves unless they want to share with someone else," the Czech man continued, putting another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth as the kitchen began to fill with the smell of baking lasagna.
"Oh now, this is pretty hard to mess up," Mariusz said lightly, laying three of the lasagna noodles into the casserole dish and following it with some of the cheese mixture and spreading that around. "And what is so bad about living with other people," he asked, plucking the bowl of vegetables from her hands and laying in some of them and spreading them around before adding some sauce on top of it and spreading that around before adding another layer of the noodles. Working quickly all of the food materials were quickly layered into the dish and then topped with the mozzarella cheese that he had reserved and sprinkled with parmesan cheese. One could never had too much cheese.
"You may as well go ahead and move in, this is one of the safest places in the city," Mariusz said, "We have to wait about twenty-five minutes for this to be done. Then a few minutes longer for it to cool sufficiently for cutting," he continued, lacing his fingers together and then popping all his knuckles. He opened the freezer and rooted around for a moment, producing a tub of ice cream.
"The great thing about being an adult is that you can eat your dessert first if you want," he said, grabbing a pair of bowls and spoons and plopping the treasure down on the counter.
"Me," he asked, finishing with the tomatoes and dumping them into the bowl with the olives. "I have been living here for a few months now," he said, shrugging his shoulders. He moved around the kitchen and produced a casserole dish and two large mixing bowls. He emptied the olives and tomatoes into one of the bowls and put most of the cheese into the other.
"I find it infinitely preferable to be here than to have to constantly deal with the kinds of people my father deals with as a result of his job. I also see the benefits to being close to NYU since I am enrolled in online coursework there," Mariusz continued, dumping the entire container of cottage cheese into the bowl that already had the mozzarella in it and beginning to mix all of it around.
"How about you," he asked, crossing to stand behind the blonde and peer over her shoulder at the peppers, onion, and garlic in the skillet. "That looks pretty good," he remarked. "Tip that into the bowl with the tomatoes and olives in it and mix it around well."
Satisfied that the cheese was mixed to his liking, Mariusz picked up the casserole dish and quickly greased it with cooking spray. "Once that is done we can begin building the lasagna."
