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.
Jacob decided to finish on a strong note, punched the brake for a moment, then punched the gas, twisting the steering wheel to where they were going sideways. They drifted towards the curb next to the Sanctuary, and they came to a stop mere inches from the edge of the sidewalk, with her door facing the Sanctuary. On cue, the trail car, not trying any drifting with a vehicle that was not his own, weaved through a bit of traffic and slowed to a stop next to them. They had arrived, but Jacob made no attempt to end the conversation there… it had just gotten interesting.
“I know a dozen jobs at my shop she could do that would save me money and give her a good outlet for her energy, but she isn’t at that point yet. She wants to fight, but because she doesn’t have a proper enemy, she is just lashing out randomly. The first step is to get her to focus and harness that potential a little bit, reel in the random killing and only hurt those who would do her, or those she cares about, harm. Once I get her to that point, if she lets me, I will work on getting her into society safely. The fact that she doesn’t know her own name may actually help… I can see what I can do about getting her a new identity and it won’t even be covering anything else up. The problem lies in the fact of whether or not she will take that first step and talk with me again though.”
He then wanted to touch on one more subject. “I have a solution for all these problems too… but I don’t have the funds or resources to make it happen.” He let that sink in for a moment, and then followed it up. “We need to go out and claim a plot of land somewhere. Maybe some string of islands that isn’t inhabited yet, and make it a place for anyone who wants to. Our own little country somewhere. But that’s just my opinion.” And he would leave it at that.
Jacob moved quickly to the shop door, popping his head in quickly with a smile. “Chow’s here!” There was a decent volume of appreciative whoops from the men in the shop, who would finish what they were doing and then wash up to eat. He then moved with surreal quiet and quick steps to the front door, opening it for the man who was carrying the large platters of food. “Mr. Corbulo! Good to see you again. Got your grub right here…” the delivery man moved quickly to the front counter to set it down, and then noticed the young tigress at the desk. He was young… 18 tops, and was the epitome of young and about as smooth as gravel. He slowed his pace to almost a stop, staring at Regan… but it wasn’t the type of stare that was laced with hatred or fear… it was stunned.
To him, she could have easily been the most gorgeous model on the planet.
He stammered out “U-umm… you new h-here?” Jacob decided this would be a good time to save the poor guy from becoming squared away like a circle, and almost on cue, a half dozen mechanics came in and got in line at the sink, but they didn’t move towards the food yet. Joe was up front, and looked towards Regan. “You’re the newcomer… you get first dibs,” he said, telling her of the unspoken rule of the shop. Jacob was behind David, the delivery guy, with a hand on his shoulder. “Let me get you paid before you hurt yourself with your crush and you never leave.” This was the guy who liked cats… a lot… and Regan officially had a fan. Jacob dragged him off and tried his hardest to get him to focus on the actual business, getting him paid, getting the change, and then moving towards the food. Jacob was ALWAYS the last to eat, he never ate before his employees. Another self inflicted rule.
David wound up not leaving and sitting on the couch, trying to get glimpses of Regan and muttering something to himself.
The physical motions gave away a lot about Tses, and she was one of the people, like most, that their body gave away their emotions before their words ever came to light. Looking away and rubbing the back of her neck, she felt ashamed, or perhaps, she felt like she just got in trouble, or at least, something of that nature. She began to talk, and he picked up on the fact that she was making an attempt at being honest, but things were getting in the way. Sounded like an excuse, but then again, Jacob had never been a wanted man… at least, not State-side. Regardless, he would allow her to explain her side, as he always did, and see if he could understand at least somewhat of where she was coming from.
Jacob listened, noting each individual part of the story in his mind into a mental list of bullets. A few things came to light that he needed more information on, but he would just address first things first. “Sounds like you had it rough, but you are owning up to it… that’s a good thing,” he said, trying to bolster her a little bit. “You know… you could have called me. I know I left you at least one of my cards, and seeing that you now have a phone, I wonder why you didn’t see fit to give me a ring… especially if you were in some trouble.” He hated to do that, but she needed to be reminded that he was someone who could, and would, help her if she needed it.
He had already proven it once.
His mind flashed back to Kystler’s body, sliding down into a hole that was well over twenty feet deep in the middle of a heavy forest, and getting covered in dirt. He had smoked an extremely rare bit of tobacco in his pipe that day, just to calm himself after everything that had happened, and then he went home and went to sleep. “Was anyone hurt during the bank incident?” he asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He might be able to help her a bit further, but he needed more information. Still, one more thing was bugging him. A private investigator hiring Ty to help him solve a case. It sounded extremely familiar… and he had to ask.
“Also… this private investigator… he sounds familiar. Does he have a name or do you know anything else about him?” Jacob asked, pulling out his wallet and looking for Harlan’s card, trying to remember the man’s face as clearly as he could. Jacob had a fairly good memory, but visual connections always helped out a lot too.
Jacob gave the woman a warm smile as she stepped through into his shop. It was a very nice waiting area… wall mounted television with a built in DVD player, free WiFi for customers, a few comfortable microfiber couches, and the latest edition, an advertisement on the front desk for an iPad that would be loaned out so that some of the younger kids could play games, but it had built in security features that kept people from trying to steal it, intentionally or not. Jacob moved to the front desk, setting the bags on the counter, and poking his head into the shop. “Chow’s here!” he said, a few woops from hungry mechanics sounding on the other side as they finished up what they were doing to come grab the food.
Jacob used this opportunity to address the woman, and potential customer. “Thank you, and Jacob, please Ma’am. I can offer you a referral discount if you know who gave you the word about the shop, if you want, on your first visit. Are you looking at getting your car worked on?” It was a simple enough question and statement, one of his incentives to his customers to tell other people about the work they did there.
Jacob hadn’t missed her little question on what true combat was, and it sounded like there was another lesson in order. Whomever this Abyss character was, and Lord did Jacob have enough with all the cursed code-names, they were obviously not giving these young women guidance. Or perhaps he himself didn’t know… which could easily be of no fault of his own, but even the most simplistic of people knew that letting their daughter wander around killing random people was not really the best idea. Still, he was thankful for the fact that they had all found each other, as family was one of the most important things in the world, blood or not.
They drifted around a corner, narrowly missing a Semi-truck, and the tires smoking soundly and he screeched around the tight curve. It wasn’t much further to the Sanctuary, but there was probably still time to talk a bit. If she was anything like her sister, she would stay and talk long after he placed the Impala in park outside their home. “Family is very important, blood or no. I’m glad you found each other.” He paused a moment, the engine revving as they increased speed on a straightaway.
“Aura doesn’t have a direction for her combat. She simply strikes where she can when she can, regardless of either the consequences or pointlessness of it. She needs to learn to use her abilities not to lash out randomly, but selectively at those who matter, mainly meaning those who would hurt her or her family.” He paused a moment more, sliding between four cars in an intersection with scant inches to spare on all sides without so much as missing a beat. “She could also put her abilities to work in constructive ways, rather than destructive, if she put her mind to it, and make an honest living while still retaining who she is as a person.”
Jacob was bristling with frost as his rage continued to work its way through his now frozen mind. His eyes, locked onto Sophia like a pair of laser guided missiles, ready for launch, continued to pierce through her eye sockets like frozen daggers, showing her all the respect he could muster for someone who continuously was digging a hole farther and farther down. “No, I don’t believe in it, and if you ever pulled your head out of your fourth point of contact, you would realize it too, but let me explain it to you, since your too high up on your pedestal to see the truth.” His tone was cold as well, and it was apparent that he was carefully controlling his words, but he was also on the offensive now, not holding back his opinion of this woman that was so obviously deluded in her own visions that she couldn’t see straight.
“I don’t avoid the homeless. Respecting someone’s rank and respecting them as a person are two different things. And sacrificing my time or effort to help others doesn’t place me above them, like you say. You say a homeless person has no chance of catching up to you? I beg to differ. When he takes your life in order to sell whatever you own to eat for the day, how does your higher knowledge stack up? It doesn’t. At the end of the game, the King and the Pawn go into the same box. All life, and eventually, death, makes us all the same. What matters is what you do in that time where you are alive. Simply because you like or dislike a person doesn’t make them any better than the other, it’s simply a matter of opinion. Certainly, when, how, and where you are born play a factor. I have seen people living on the streets become great and powerful, and those born into power trickle down to where they have to beg to live. I have seen people who were raised in an Shelter for Orphans become Generals.” The last little bit was a blatant truth.
“But in the end, all that matters is what kind of impact we make on the world. The people we help, or the people we crush, along the way. You think you are above others, but you are the one flawed.” He paused then, knowing that more than likely he wasn’t going to get through to this woman.
“You don’t want to help other people. Fine. But don’t be surprised when you are the one needing help and no one comes running.”
Colt finished packing his things, putting books on the cart where the staff would put them back where they belonged. He prepared to leave, but paused, feeling like the woman probably deserved a warning. “Last thing… and I’m only going to say this once; Don’t disrespect me again. I have fought and bled so that people like you could study your books without worrying about the threats that face this country, and if you feel the need to treat me like a child, you will find out how easily the Knight can take out a Queen.” It wasn’t a threat, it was a promise, and the tone in his voice was so cold it could have easily been mistaken for Death himself. Jacob wouldn’t kill her… there wasn’t anyone else in harm’s way because of her, yet. But he would not hesitate to bring her to a subtle state of unconsciousness, and leave her drooling into the carpet, and not lose a wink of sleep over the matter the following night.
Without another word, he moved to leave the Library. She had only a couple of seconds to stop him if she wanted to do so, but he had a feeling he was going to leave in silence.
Jacob gave the young tigress a warm smile as she finished talking. “No one is interrogating you here. You tell what you want, to whom you want, when you feel you are ready. If it happens to be me when the time comes, great. I always have an open ear. If not, so be it. Just know if you ever need help with anything, I won’t hesitate to do just that.” With that, he felt lunch approach, the Subway delivery/catering guy pulling into the lot. “Lunch has arrived…” he said in a voice that was both triumphant and blatantly happy about that very fact. Who was he kidding, he was hungry!
He then turned and looked towards his newest employee. “I hope you can find something that suits your taste… it’s a couple of variety platters, with various toppings. If not, I can run and get you something else.” He had heard rumors that sometimes physical mutations related to animals also linked to specific diets, as the mutation altered their body’s chemistry to such an extent that they couldn’t digest certain foods. It was very possible that her diet could have easily been raw meat, and he wouldn’t think twice about going and getting some for his newest employee.
Jacob smirked as the man scarffed down the food after receiving the flash drive. He was an information craver, if Jacob had ever seen one. A person who constantly wanted to know more, worked really well when pursuing the school route of life, but perhaps was pretty good in match with a private eye as well. Jacob quickly grabbed the dish that he had used, putting it in the sink to be washed after he had walked his guest out. He moved with the man, following behind him and locking the doors. “Don’t think I forgot about your car… I’ll give you a onetime ‘quick-fix’, but you better refer anyone needing some vehicle care my way, you hear?” He was back to being the mechanic and not the soldier, for now.
Walking over to the car, he did a once-over of the small parking lot that he knew he was going to have to expand pretty soon. Not seeing any spectators, he placed his hand on the car, his skin actually absorbing the color and texture of the vehicle’s exterior about five millimeters from the contact. Metal groaned for a moment, then popped, and there was a bit of clunking under the hood, and he released it. “There you go, should be in pretty good shape now. You might want to bring it in sometime to get your fuel tank looked at though… it’s got quite a bit of rust, and it’s going to start leaking pretty soon if you don’t hit it with a coat of Rhino-lining or something.” He then gave the man a cheshire grin. “Can’t give it all to you for free… but I’ll see what I can do about getting you a discount. Just don’t be a stranger, you hear?” He was going to hold him to his promise to return that thumb drive, or Jacob, the soldier, would hunt him down for it, as simple as that.
Jacob hoisted the young woman up to her feet with ease, the young woman lighter than a lot of people he helped up off their back. He listened, and wondered for a moment what might have been wrong… he remembered marveling at the fact that she was able to get onto fire escapes and everything else so easily, it wasn’t like her to slip and fall. Lucky she fell into a dumpster of cardboard though, and that was certainly a sign that she needed to be more careful, but he couldn’t help but wonder if something else was amiss.
“On the contrary, I would enjoy hearing that story sometime.” He said, referring to her arm getting broken. “I was actually in the area looking for you. I have some work for you if you want to start up on that legitimate job we talked about, but first things first… I can see you aren’t hurt, but are you alright? You don’t seem like you have your head in the game, and I don’t see you as someone who falls unless they are mentally elsewhere.” It was a simple enough icebreaker into the topic of ‘what have you been up to’. As a potential employee, she was someone that he needed to make sure was staying out of trouble. As a friend, he wanted to make sure she didn’t wind up a pancake on the ground.
Jacob was on his way back from a food run. It was a quarter after noon, and he was certain his guys were hungry. While it did cost him from time to time a bit of money to feed everyone, not to mention the hassle of getting orders right, he knew that the work that was done during the time of the ‘getting’ of said food was spent working on their job. Which was excellent because they kept getting paid for being on the clock, and more work got done than if they were to take an actual lunch break and leave the shop. Today he had a favorite of his own… Jack in the Box. The smell of the food in his car was almost to the point where he wanted to reach over and find his own food, breaking the rule of not eating in his Baby… but he endured it, and arrived just in time to see a nice little car park in front. He rolled by it, pulling into the ‘RESERVED, OWNER’ spot that he had painted next to the shop, not quite in the parking lot but close. Using his large hands, he grabbed the eight bags of still hot food, and used his pinky, the only finger not holding the paper bags in a death grip, to open the door.
Stepping out, he gently bumped the door with his leg to close it completely, and looking around and not seeing anyone who would hear it, used his ability to lock the doors. The newer looking car’s owner emerged from her vehicle, and he made a bee-line for the door, opening it and propping it open for the person he had yet to get a look at. Using the opportunity of the nice gesture, he turned back to look at who the newcomer was, but his ability was probing the car… a nice ride, for certain, but a little too modern for his tastes. He had never owned a vehicle aside Baby though, so perhaps he was a little bias.
Jacob gave no physical response to the statement of the fact that she was the sister of Aura. It was interesting… how could Aura not know her original name if she was living with her sister? This led him to several more questions that he would need answered to properly help the mutant soldier, but now was not the time… not yet. He would open up with a more subtle question instead, but only after he began his ‘fun’. “Treated me well? We actually see eye to eye on a lot of points, but she is a very powerful soldier that is in dire need of true guidance. I hope she will take me up on my offer to teach her the true art of combat rather than her simply using her abilities rampantly. She has a lot of potential, that one.”
The moment that she said that she was alright with surprises, the cars engine roared to life like Zeus himself was under the hood, and the car sped forward as the custom tires gripped the asphalt, accelerating extremely quickly. He expertly controlled his car, and the now fixed vehicle that was being remote controlled followed, struggling to keep up with the car that, in comparison, could have been the Hulk compared to a twelve year old girl. The car blazed through a red light expertly weaving through the traffic flowing in all directions, and with the precision of a scalpel in the hands of a master surgeon, both his own vehicle and hers were sliding through the streets without a scratch.
In the midst of this, Jacob seemed to change absolutely none, aside the ‘I’m the smoking $#!& and I know it’ grin on his face. “So, did you lose your memory as well? Aura doesn’t even remember her original name.” It was a break into the subject he wanted to discuss, and although his voice was elevated, it was only to be heard over the roar of the engine as they swarmed through honking horns and sped through the traffic that plagued the city like a bat out of hell. It was clear that Jacob was having ENTIRELY too much fun right now.
He had come into the city hoping to check in on Tses, hoping that he would be able to find her without too much trouble and propose his idea for expanding his business a bit through her direct help. He had recently expanded the shop and hired a few more mechanics to help, his senior mechanic, Bobby, his second in command and head of the shop when he wasn’t around. He had his custom twin pistols inside his leather jacket, his concealed weapons permit in his wallet, and was roaming the streets near where Tses lived, as she hadn’t been home. She had a single mechanical device on her last time that he had memorized, but he didn’t quite understand the purpose. It read through his ability as something that could expand or retract, but he couldn’t quite get a grasp on what it was yet… regardless, he was sure she had it on her, the device having been tucked into her boot when they met last. He did finally find her, locking onto the signature of the device and pulling his car around the block to try to intercept her path…
Just in time to feel the device plummet from a high altitude.
He hoped beyond hope that she had simply dropped it, but considering where it was usually kept, he considered that to be slightly unlikely. Pulling up near the alley, he parked, flipped on his hazard lights, and bolted from the car to the darkness in which cloaked the young woman. She was laying on the ground, her breathing coming in heaves, but she didn’t seem to be screaming in pain or anything as he ran up towards her. “You OK kiddo?” he asked, not really hiding his worry as he looked up from the only real perch around here that could have been the location of the fall. He was legitimately worried, and looked her over to try to see if there was any damage he could see. If she attempted to get up, he would lend a helping hand.
Jacob wanted nothing more than to wrap his strong arms around Regan and hold her, tell her she was going to be alright. If she had been a child of his or a loved one, he would have without hesitation, but she was a proud and strong woman, and coddling her right now would just make her rely less on herself and more on him… she had to be strong, and a hug likely wouldn’t help anything anyway. She did manage to choke out a ‘thank you’, and he appreciated the gesture more than he would let on, as it was a sign of respect and trust.
She then began to go into detail about how she had a bit of a history that was holding her back, and that she was going to do her best, but she was still uncertain about a great many things. She also warned him that she wasn’t going to open up overnight, and he smiled at that a bit. “If you want to share your story, that is your choice on the when and to whom. I know quite a bit about the scars that can’t be seen by the human eye. I have quite a few myself, to be honest. Nothing is going to happen overnight, but when you feel like taking that first step, you let me know, and I will help you as best as I can to do exactly that. Until then, I’ll do what I can to keep you from dealing with the world, starting with this bank.” He paused then, allowing her a chance to respond.
Jacob could tell that this was going to get ugly… the moment that the hourglass clattered loudly on the desk, he knew she was coming. Apparently, he had struck a nerve, and honestly, he was perfectly fine with that… they were finally on the same page in that regard, and he certainly was ready when she approached. He would do like he did in every confrontation of this nature, stay calm, collected, and use his natural ice-induced anger to keep him from saying anything he didn’t mean. That was one thing that was great during a deployment. A lot of people, when they got angry, they got ‘hot’ and their anger would boil until they did or said something they later regretted, losing the ability to think clearly. Jacob, on the other hand, seemed to grow colder the angrier he got, and that was extremely helpful in a lot of situations, this one included.
The mechanic continued to put away his books, and once he was finished making them nice and neat, turned his full attention on the woman before him. He had been listening to every word she had said, and she was currently talking about why she hadn’t a sliver of respect for her… although that in itself was untrue now. She had a sliver of respect from Jacob, simply because she had the courage to stand up for something that she believed in, and didn’t shrink away like some individuals did from Jacob. He wasn’t a small guy, but he tried to mask his natural intimidating stature with being as gentle and kind as he could to people, but even then a lot of people would, and often did, shy away from him. Not Sophia… that was good… she had courage.
Jacob waited until she was finished speaking, and would address each point individually so nothing could be misunderstood. “You aren’t into the field of Ballistics… I knew that when we first met. I wasn’t asking you to delve into the field so you could go above and beyond to help me. I was simply asking for you to make an effort to assist me if you could in any way, and based on what you said, you can. Physics are a part of mechanical function, so I know a bit about it, but I don’t have the skills necessary to ensure that my math is right in a lot of areas. I understand there are parts of it that only someone who does know ballistics would know, but based on your words, you do know something, and instead of making an effort to help, you threw your hands up and told me to look elsewhere. He paused, letting that fact sink in. She had mentioned that she saw errors in his math, and in order to know something was wrong, you had to know what right was.
“And ordinarily, I would have had absolutely no issue with you turning me down and asking me to go see a subject matter expert… but where the problem lies is in how you said it. ‘It would probably be quicker to tell you what is right than wrong,’ I believe were your exact words. No tact, no respect for the fact that I have poured hours of work into this project, and the way it was said was ‘belittling’. You and I are no better human beings than anyone else in this world, mutant and human alike. Everyone is capable of doing just about anything they set their minds to. You are a prime example. You are just as capable of being homeless in the streets as you are in pursuing your education and gaining a higher state of learning. But you thinking that because you made that choice that you are any better of a human being than someone else? That is nothing but idiocy, and you don’t come across as someone who likes doing anything unintelligent.” He was finished, and his eyes were locked with Sophia’s own, his own form of showing her a little respect and checking her reaction. The eyes could tell books about a person without them even saying a word, as well as the body language.
Jacob listened to the address, and instantly recognized it. Not but a few weeks ago, he had delivered a young woman there. “Oh, you stay at Sanctuary. I dropped Aura off there a few weeks ago when she walking home in the rain. We had a good little talk.” He would leave the topic there, but he had a sharp feeling that she was going to ask more questions pertaining to that particular event. That was fine, Jacob had nothing to hide, and this woman didn’t seem the type to go snitching if Aura had done something wrong by inviting Jacob in.
He prepared to take off, and began simply by hitting the gas ever so slightly and getting towards the red light, his passive ability to detect vehicles scanning for any police vehicles, their extra equipment relatively easy to detect in comparison to a regular vehicle. Before he got started though, he did look towards the passenger and ask a very important question. “So… how do you handle surprises?” He didn’t want to suddenly have a laser shoot out of her mouth because he gunned it and startled her, so he would cover his bases first. No harm in being too cautious, and certainly no reason that such a question would be taken as something too personal.
