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 smirked slightly, liking the woman a little bit on a personal level due to the fact that she seemed to want to enjoy a car ride in his vehicle, the opportunity to ride in something fun like that a little more tempting than to be sitting behind a car being remote controlled. He would have to make sure to make the ride a bit… fun, but still remain on the safe side as well. She then went through and explained about her issues with the sun, and without a doubt his suspicions had been confirmed… likely a side effect from her mutation, but he wouldn’t probe on that.
“Not a problem Ma’am.” When she looked to be ready, he opened the door for her to exit that vehicle. Once she had exited her own, he hurried to his own vehicle and opened the passenger door, and closed it once she had entered it completely, ensuring none of her clothing was going to get caught in the way. Once she was securely in the vehicle, he remote started her car, and pulled it up so it was directly behind his own. Anyone looking wouldn’t see the driver, but that wasn’t that big of a deal, as they wouldn’t be going slow enough for anyone to realize it unless he got stopped somewhere.
Getting into the car and closing the door, he looked towards the passenger. “So… where to?”
Jacob listened carefully as the man began to speak, regarding his own mutation, and Jacob could see that the man was hitting a very sensitive subject, so Jacob did nothing more than open his ears and give the man his full, undivided attention. He then began to go into how he discovered he was a mutant, and realized that the man was not unlike some of the soldiers he had… he had been wounded, and more so, figuratively killed, saved by his mutation. He knew dozens of people with similar experiences, but nothing that reached to this degree of pain and what was likely absolute horror. Still, as a man, he wouldn’t try to pity the poor soul, he would respect that he had survived through the pain and was trusting Jacob with the invaluable information he was receiving.
But he too, did realize what it was that Harlan was doing.
He was doing exactly what Jacob would do if he was trying to get someone to open up to him, something he had done countless times when a soldier under him or one of his peers had a traumatic experience and was trying to seal themselves off. He would share one of his dozens of experiences, usually one similar to the person’s own, to get them to share it and feel better. In this case, he was trying to understand Jacob better, or so he thought, and get him to unload his burden and allow them to bond a bit better. He could respect that, but Jacob had already been through all the counseling and therapy he needed. His parents were the best therapists that a man could ever want, calm, understanding and able to listen without questioning or persecution. That, and he had one more thing, something he could share with Harlan.
Jacob nodded as the man finished his story. “Anyone who has an experience like that dies just a little bit. Your resilience, the ability to bounce back from that, is what makes a person strong.” Jacob stood up and moved to his room, out of sight of his guest for a moment. A small safe that was cleverly hidden into the wall and with no normal means of opening clicked and whirred slightly as the locks disengaged, and swung open. Carefully, he pulled out a thumb drive that was sitting on top of a large green book. He had a digital copy of his journal, which was properly censored and didn’t have any secret information, on it, and he used his ability to lock the safe again, and reentered the room where Harlan was waiting.
“If you truly want to learn more about me, this is where to start. I have certain things… missing… in this copy, things that either are sensitive to the government or things I think no one else should know, but the documents in that file cover my entire military career and a short time after that.” He moved over to Harlan and presented the thumb drive for him to take.
“The documents are locked, so you can’t edit or copy them, but you can read them when you find some time if you want to know at least some of what I have done and seen. Your eyes only. I’m trusting you a bit with this, so please don’t give me a reason to doubt you.”
He was completely serious about that… once you burned the trust from a guy like him, it was very close to impossible to earn it back. Integrity, the ability to do and say what was right and true, regardless of the situation, was one of the most important values a man could ever have.
Jacob supposed had wished now that he had knocked on wood with his previous thought, her first sentence condemning what was a good amount of hard, brain-cracking math and work into a hodgepodge of numbers, letters, and equations. It grated his nerves, but if she could help him, he would bear it for now, and showed no reaction to what she had said besides patiently waiting for what she would say next. When she slowed down to tell him that it was engineering, which was obvious, but did it in such a way that it made it look like she was all but saying he was stupid, the fuse was lit. His anger, very well concealed, began to appear, but his type of anger wasn’t a boiling rage like most; it was cold, like it was fueled by death itself.
She admitted that it wasn’t what she knew, and ultimately, that she wasn’t going to help him, and even suggested that he find a way to prevent people from getting shot at… and that is where he drew the line. She knew nothing of the complexities of combat.
“The only way to stop violence is to stand up against those who would harm others. Unfortunately, standing up to them, often enough, gets you shot at.” His tone was low, and ice cold, pain and suffering from experience hanging from each word as he uttered it. “The government doesn’t have the funds to mass produce the best protection, and all I am trying to do is survive the trials that come with the goal of making a difference. You don’t want to help? Fine. I’ll find someone who is more capable than you. I didn’t ask you to design the armor… and I truly wonder if you were in the situation where the bullet was coming towards someone near you if you could step off your high horse long enough to save their life. Something tells me you would think about it long enough for it to be too late.”
Jacob closed his notes, and began to move back towards where he had started working originally. He wouldn’t be able to study properly in this atmosphere now, and he needed a place to defrost his nerves before he did something or said something he would regret. The shred of respect he had for the woman was hanging by the thinnest of threads… and it would take quite an act of valor to gain any kind of foothold in Jacob’s mind again.
Jacob listened a bit to what was being said about the specific type of plant that Mariusz was requesting, and noted that Regan seemed to be very knowledgeable in that regard. She knew about the plant, its preferred environment, and what it would need to grow properly and he compared that to his own ability about cars that was not mutation based. She asked about specific plants to bring to the shop, and he paused on that thought for a moment. He had been looking up the toughest, most hard-to-kill types of plants because he was so bad with them, but if she was going to become a regular at the shop, she could likely give the place a little needed flair and color.
“Well, honestly, the shop is a bit dull in the department of color. If you can find a plant that can give it a little bit of ‘zing’, it would likely help a lot, but it’s got to be tough enough to handle clumsy customers… and faculty.” He thought about the one poor plant that had been knocked over by the toddle, the stem breaking in half and killing the plant almost instantly. He had tried to put it back together with tape, but it had failed miserably. He then turned towards the feathered mutant, who seemed ready to continue the tour, but was unsure where to continue, and he listened for what was sure to be an instant response for another place to go.
Jacob smirked a little bit at Regan’s first question. “I don’t even know if they will do it for me, and I helped the guy who owns the bank when he was in a bit of a jam a few months ago.” He wouldn’t vocalize the details, but there was a mechanical malfunction with their safe, and it was going to bankrupt him in order to fix it. Jacob was happy to help, gain a loyal following a now prospering financial institution, and had earned a few chips of favor with the man in charge. Some days, he really enjoyed being as helpful as he was… and that man was one of the very few who knew he was a mutant, and honestly was thankful for it. He never looked at mutants the same since then, and welcomed them into the bank. A couple of his security personnel were some true heavy hitters, mutants with abilities that could help ensure they never got robbed.
Jacob then listened to her plight… and could relate more closely than she could have realized.
“You are right and wrong.” He paused, allowing the statement to catch her attention… the tone in his voice was grave and pained.
“There is a serious burden when you are the leader of soldiers. I have had to do things that no man should do to another. Specialist Jeremy Moore… strong as an ox, tough as nails, outstanding soldier. Made me look like a toothpick, and had saved dozens of civilians and a pair of Afghan soldiers when a 7.62 caliber round passed through a part of his skull. He survived, but he became mentally unstable and eventually, insane. I visit him when I can, but he doesn’t remember me, and he will never have a real life. Jeremy is someone who can’t be in the real world. You have a sound mind…” He let that sink in for a moment, but he wasn’t done yet.
“Private first class Greg Bear. A rocket propelled grenade exploded against his gun turret, burning and shredding his face. He lived with the disfigurement, the looks, the stares, the comments, until he holed himself up, not coming out or talking to anyone. We found him in his home when we came to visit, almost had killed himself. After he came to in the hospital, he told me that the solitude was more painful than any comment that anyone had told him. If he can walk into Walmart, and simply not care about the looks… I think you can too. I had to help him to get to that stage though… everyone needs help with hurdles like that.” His words were true… and he was trying to get it through her head that she was not alone in this fight, and there would be people who would have her back.
“I’m not saying your situation is the same, and I’m not saying this kind of change can happen overnight… but I do know that kind of pain, but I also know that if you let it control you, you will never be free of its hold on you.” He had opened a small door to a section of himself that he generally kept locked away, and it would be up to her if he would be able to keep it open or not.
Jacob listened to her, and nodded at the mention that she hoped that they didn’t have to fight. To be honest, Jacob always hoped that he wouldn’t have to fight anyone… but the reality of it was that he was likely to be surrounded by violence for one reason or another until his life was over. That was fine with him… he knew his limitations, and what he would or would not do, and the in depth reasoning behind those different moral standings. He was honed, trained and proficient, but this young woman needed serious guidance if she was going to make it through this world without making the ‘list’ of individuals that were to be eliminated because they were a serious threat. He didn’t suspect there was a list, he knew there had to be, otherwise there would be total anarchy with the mutants who were very powerful and wanted to destroy anything and everything.
He wanted to save her from making that list.
It was interesting that he was the first person she felt she could relate with, but then again, he was a rather rare breed, even among soldiers. She spoke of the beauty of combat and taking a life, but he could see that it was still the twisted mindset she was in that were controlling those words, and left it alone this time. She was going to start resisting what he was trying to teach if he pushed too hard too fast, so he would ease up, and let what he said sink in a bit better. Reinforce the principles later, and they were much more likely to stick.
She then demonstrated her ability, and Jacob watched in rapt attention, actually stepping out of his car completely to ensure he could see it all. It was quite impressive. “Something tells me that what you showed me there is only the tip of the iceberg. Next time we meet, hopefully I will be able to show you a little of what we talked about.” He was presented with a phone number, which he took, and also presented her with his business card, which included his cell phone number on the back. “I will stop by sometime and hopefully we can talk some more at that time. You are also welcome to come by the shop anytime you like.”
Jacob listened to the phone calls, not because he liked to eavesdrop or wanted to be in someone’s business, but because he wanted to ensure that the call coming from his phone was not incriminating him in any way. One could never be too careful, regardless if he was a pretty good judge of character or not. The fact that she shook his hand and introduced herself properly was also a small step in the right direction of Jacob’s list of people he liked more than others. “Not a problem, Ma’am,” he said simply in response to the verbal thanks… another plus to the manners and politeness of the woman, something that was very rare in this day and age. She proposed a question, and he considered it for a moment before responding.
“It is honestly up to you Amber. I can steer this crate here pretty easily regardless of you occupying the vehicle or not… but if you want a ride in a real car,” he paused for a moment, and his car roared to life, it’s custom 350 Cleveland engine thundering under the hood as he used his ability to rev the engine for a moment, causing the car to twist ever so slightly with the stored horsepower, “it can certainly be arranged. I just need to know where to go.” He loved his car, and right now, it showed plain as day. The decision was honestly up to her, but either way, Jacob was ready and waiting.
Jacob was slightly amused that despite her physical mutation, a frown remained very much the same on the feline mutant employee as it would any normal looking human being. Still, the effect, being the reason behind the frown, made Jacob slightly concerned… her anxiety about getting out and into society was so strong that it seemed that it was debilitating… and that was something she needed to work on. People could use that against her if they wanted, but nothing too fast, or she would shut down completely. “When I talk to him, maybe I can arrange for the notary and the banker to come here for the paperwork, if that is more comfortable with you, Regan. They are both nice people, and shouldn’t have any problems with you.” He left that much in her hands, to see if this small, baby step, was something she was comfortable with.
Jacob then looked towards Joe, who was wrapping up with ‘thank you’s and ‘goodbye’s. “You are good to go. If you ever have any problem with the phone, let me know. I got to try to finish somethin’ real quick before lunch gets here.” Jacob chuckled as the man handed the woman back her phone, and then scurried off back into the depths of the garage to finish a bit of work. He then turned towards Regan, and made a statement of fact, and it was easily reflected in his tone. “Eventually, you are going to have to get back into the world. You know I’ll help you any way I can, but it’s going to be on you to make that decision… but if I may…” he paused, locking onto her eyes for emphasis, “the sooner you do, the easier it’s going to be.” He watched her carefully for her reaction.
Jacob listened to the very simple words uttered, that they definitely had healers within their walls, and made a mental note of his current location. He knew too many people in his connections that could use help like theirs… one in particular coming to mind. A friend of his was a judge, but his son had some kind of odd cough that had been leaving him bedridden for weeks at a time, and every time it started to get better, it quickly returned and hit him again. Perhaps this clinic could be the salvation that he needed.
Jacob almost missed the question put back at him, and he did notice that she was a little more open than before, her shoulders slightly more relaxed and her muscles less tense like a rabbit ready to sprint. Jacob smiled a little bit, reached into his jacket, and pulled out his business card. “I own a mechanics shop and junkyard outside of town. If it’s mechanical, I can probably fix it.” It was a simple enough explanation, but he felt like he should add more. He stopped himself though, knowing that it might or might not be likely that she could still be socially ‘skittish’.
Jacob listened carefully as he described his general limitations, and pondered something else, but it would have gotten a little bit awkward if he had asked if he would still knock out if he performed a rear naked choke while his head was detached. 2000 feet was a long range too… you could do quite a bit with an ability like that, and it was very diverse. The fact that he would be able to have his head float around was a bit creepy, but excellent for spying and the lot. Jacob looked carefully at the odd terminals that connected his body to his limbs, and noticed something else with it, but couldn’t be certain as his view of it was cut short. Something sensitive, he supposed.
Jacob had a slightly haunted look come over his eyes and his eyes alone as he asked about his deployments… it was a fair question, but there were a great many ghosts haunting those memories. He remained calm and collected, but if you knew what a haunted look in a person’s eyes were, you would see that Jacob certainly had it now. “Four years… three in Afghanistan, one in Iraq. And no, my superiors never knew.” A very simple question, and not one he would delve into unless he had to.
Jacob’s mind flashed, for a mere moment, back to when the main incident with that one Daisy Chain IED went off and took out the lead vehicle. The lead truck, Hammer four seven, had gotten away from the convoy a bit… by the time that Jacob’s senses had picked up the trap, it had been too late… all five personnel in the vehicle had been reduced to ribbons, the artillery shells that had been buried in the trap reducing the armor of the vehicle to smoldering slag. The memory faded as he distinctly smell the smoke and burning flesh… he just thanked that it had been quick and painless.
The only reaction on Jacob was a very slight twitch as he remembered the force of the explosion rattling his own truck.
Jacob waited for the ‘you’re an idiot’ speech, but as he looked at her, particularly in her eyes, as she was reading through the equation, he could see that special type of focus had taken root. He was the same way when he was working on something particularly delicate or something that took a lot of focus, he would zone everything else out and ensure he was doing things just right. He listened to her words, nodding slightly, but wouldn’t let it go quite that easily.
“Aside the environmental and reaction data, which I am working on as well, what parts of my equation are incorrect?” It was a simple enough question, but he was going to shell her with a few more points of information aside that. “The Lab Geeks get it wrong… a lot… and it’s usually because of the physics. I have watched good men die using what are now outdated pieces of body armor. I have relatively good skills when it comes to design, schematics, and the simple mechanics of armor. Weight is certainly an issue, but I think if I replace the flexible Kevlar weave with a carbon-fiber weave, it would make it about half the weight, if not less, than it is now.” He also needed to ensure that he added in one more thing.
“Besides, the Armor Develapers that have those contracts? They don’t want to design anything too good, or they won’t have a job. The technology is here, I just need to make sure I have the physics right. What information would you need in order to make this equation complete?” He was a lot smarter than he looked, regardless of the fact that he didn’t have quite the schooling that she did, but he was fairly certain that he could make this armor work if she would help him… he just wasn’t sure that she would, help him, that is.
Jacob listened, his ice cool demeanor standing fast in the face of her heated rage as she threw accusations at him again, trying to prove that he had been lying. Part of him wondered if this was the same young woman that only a few minutes ago had been very grateful and polite, talking with him about hunting. Then another thought came to mind; What if this was a part of her mutation? He hadn’t realized it before, but a general association of most predatory animal based mutations had a increased amount of aggression, many to the point that simple agitation could become, well, what was before him at the moment.
That said, his eyes, white hot, softened slightly, but he still did not back down, but his tone was slightly different now as well… he had to understand that it was possible that it likely wasn’t all her fault for the rage she was emitting. “Again, a misunderstanding. I got you into my vehicle so that I could get you here. I didn’t tell you I could fix your car because the only way I could do that on the spot was with my ability, and I couldn’t reveal that to you at that time. I am sure you understand that even between some mutants, trust is still something earned.” He paused, letting that sink in, and hoping that the change in his tone and demeanor was helpful. He wasn’t showing weakness, he was showing compassion… and he truly hoped that a bit of compassion in this situation would help defuse the bomb that had been lit from a little miscommunication.
Jacob listened to the introductions given, and noted that Sophia, gracefully stayed silent this time. Probably for the better, no need for her to get off on the wrong foot by challenging Jacob or anyone else in front of her employer. It just made sense to keep the lips sealed and ensure that restraint stayed in place. That said, he paid close attention as Sam described who he needed to find in order to conduct his little experiment. It was a rather important one, after all, and he needed someone who knew a lot about this kind of stuff to do this safely.
Arnie… alright, he did his best to remember the description as well, and stood up straight, gathering the spiders and giving the man a bare hint of a smile and a respectful nod. “Thank you very much Sir. I will speak to you on the other topics I would like to discuss with you at a later point in time.” He turned, preparing to leave, both spiders in his right arm tucked close to his body. “It was nice meeting you all, and I’ll see you later, Mariusz.” With that, he moved out of the room, entered the hall, and followed the directions given to him by Sam.
Jacob listened to Mariusz’s explanation, nodding, and understanding that what he was saying was likely something that he would have done as well if he was in the feathered mutant’s situation. He did wonder however, how ‘short’ his stay at the mansion must have been to not have explored it, as that was something he had to do about a place he was in. He had to know the ins and outs of anyplace he was in, simply because of his mild paranoia and idle curiosity. But that was him, and it was a bit hard to tell, but it seemed that Mariusz was considerably younger than himself, and thus, didn’t have the same priorities. To each their own.
The greenhouse, however, was nothing short of amazing… plants and flowers of all sorts were growing in abundance, and it was apparent that the amount of time and work that Regan was putting into the place was certainly showing. Jacob, if he had to compare it to something, would compare it to his own shop, or perhaps his car, in the level of care and effort that had gone into each individual plant. “This is amazing, Regan.” A simple enough compliment, but he was so enraptured by the plants that he almost missed the bird based mutant’s question about edelweiss.
Jacob listened to her, but visibly bristled at the mention that he had ‘lied’ to her. A seething rage began to boil within him, but he contained it, as always, even as she began to rant and rave over a simple misunderstanding. He waited until she was done, and noted that her teeth were bared and her fists clenched… and while he hoped that she could keep her own rage in check, his own muscles were coiled and his reflexes set delicately on a hair trigger, just in case he needed to use them to subdue this woman if she tried to harm him in some way. He wouldn’t hesitate to defend himself if he had to.
“You misunderstand my words.”
He turned, locking his own hazel eyes with hers. His own eyes were full of rage, but instead of burning white hot, like hers seemed to be, his was an unseemly cold, as if she was staring at Death himself. His tone was flat, calm, and collected, and he set down his tools and gave her his full and undivided attention. “I didn’t say I wanted to confide in you about my mutantcy… I said I wanted to get to know you better. I never said once that I needed a tow truck, but that one was available if you wanted it. Before you spit on my honor with such a phrase as ‘lies’, please consider that I have not once lied to you, but I did not know if I could trust you.”
Jacob, above anything, despised people who threw lies into their words. Integrity was his most essential value that he could think of, and was the basis for anyone to lead a decent and healthy life. For her to call him, of all people, a liar was the same amount of disgrace as someone walking up and spitting on the coffin of a fallen soldier, someone who had given their life to defend peace. He could not stand for it, and while she was standing here, teeth bared, and fists clenched, he would not back down, he would not give an inch, until she took those words back or apologized.
Jacob had gone out of his way to help her, and she was stomping on his good deed without so much as thinking about what had been said. He could have driven right by, leaving her in the cold while waiting for a sister that may or may not have come any time soon. He had been nothing but courteous, generous and respectful to the young woman, when most people wouldn’t have even given her a second glance… and he was unsure if he should have, if this was the thanks that he was going to receive. Certainly, he didn’t pop up and say, ‘I’m a mutant, I can fix your car right now!’, but of anyone, certainly she should be able to understand that anyone who walked around talking about how they were a mutant was likely going to be met with some kind of aggression if not violence towards that fact.
Standing completely still, his hands at his sides, and his eyes locked with hers, he waited patiently for a response.
