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 had moved to the window that was mounted in the door that connected the work bays and the waiting area, checking on his newest employee just in time to see her walk towards a young girl who was crying. He would stay here and observe, but he cracked the door silently ever so slightly so he could listen.
The woman nodded, listening to the words Regan provided with rapt attention, as she was still new to the whole mutant phenomenon and the details that went with it. The little girl looked at the tail, and while she did hesitate, she did eventually reach out and gently pet the tail. She then giggled a little and began to uncurl… opening up a little bit. The mother continued to listen, wondering if this was truly some place that she could send her daughter. “That’s tempting, but I would have to visit there and speak to the school faculty… but… I would appreciate if you were there. She seems to be a bit more comfortable around you.” It was true too, as the girl had come down and was standing again, holding the tail gently and petting it like a pet snake.
Jacob waited for a few more moments, but seeing that she had the situation well in hand, he moved back to working on the car and finishing up the first service of the day.
Jacob could see from her overall body language that she was consciously trying to relax. That was good… she didn’t need to feel at any sort of unease with Jacob, and the truth of it was that this was likely one of the safest places in the state. He had a multitude of different things that prevented anyone from tampering with him or his home. She spoke of going hunting, and Jacob gave her a wide smile. “I do hunt once in a while… and I have to say, I don’t want to compete with you.” He moved to a cabinet he had stashed behind the counter, and fished out a small vacuum sealed package of his self-proclaimed world famous deer jerky. The stuff was excellent, with just the right blend of juices, spices and flavoring, but without overpowering the taste of the venison itself. It was smoked in a smoker he had out back, and his cooking skills when it came to meat were on point.
For someone who lived up in Alaska for some time, he cooked like a Southern Boy more than anything. Spuds, meat, and veggies. He brought it over to her, and presented her with the gift. “I made it myself… and I could certainly use a taste tester who enjoys some good Venison.” He hoped she would accept, but wouldn’t pressure her if she didn’t… not everyone was into that kind of thing, but considering how she was tearing into the jerky when he first pulled up, certainly she would enjoy it. It wasn’t a candle-lit dinner, and to be honest, he was trying to talk to her in the same manner he would anyone he considered a friend.
It was then that the lights flashed through the front window, and he moved towards the garage, her truck pulling in behind the tow truck. Opening a door, he hit a switch near it, and the closest bay door began to slide open. “Thanks Bobby! Get home to that beautiful wife of yours before she gets madder at me for taking time away from you!” It was simple enough, and he replied in a thick southern accent in agreement, and he got into his other truck and made away. Jacob quickly got the car unloaded, and then pulled a bit of a trick. Standing in the bay, he moved towards the front so he could see where the tires were lining up, and her truck came to life, moving slowly and steadily towards the rack until it was on it. It then shut off, and the door began to close and ward off the cold again, and the tow truck then pulled around into its designated spot, and turned off. Jacob then popped the hood, and motioned for his guest to join him, and he could give her a few pointers, as if he didn’t just reveal to her that he was a mutant as well in any small fashion.
Jacob noticed that the man held onto his hand a half second longer than he expected, as he was already letting go and the man still had his hand… meaning he was in the midst of considering something. Had he noticed that Jacob had seen his scars? It was very possible that he was in the midst of dealing with someone who was inquiring information… and was watching him the way Jacob watched just about everyone. Keeping that possibility in mind, but also noting that he could very well be wrong, he decided to wait and see what happened and keep his guard up mentally just a little bit.
He spoke about how he worked with insurance companies, and that was how he had come to learn of the shop, and that made sense, he supposed. Perhaps he was from one of them to find out if his shop was worth their recommendation or the praise that it got… but that idea went almost completely out of the window when he all but asked if Jacob was a mutant. This man could easily be someone who wanted to find out if he was a mutant and was somehow using his ability to scam people… or perhaps he was a mutant hater? A recruiter for a gang? Anything was possible… in fact, the Mafia idea popped up in his head, after all, he did talk about ‘insurance’.
Too bad the man wouldn’t be able to force him to do ANYTHING he didn’t want to… but he would play along for now.
“I started working on different stuff ever since I can remember. I think my Dad said I was taking apart his lawn mower when I was six. It’s what I like to do, so I excel at it.” The most direct version of indirect answering he could provide. It would suffice though, and his tone was still perfectly smooth, his body language ‘relaxed’ but his mind on edge, ready to act like a hammer ready to strike the primer of a bullet… and Jacob was twice as lethal as any bullet. He hoped though that he wouldn't have to prove that true.
The woman, still startled and unsure, looked up at the tigress slowly. That was why she didn’t really have a problem dealing with the red head… her own daughter was a mutant, and she slowly took the book and set it down next to her. But when the young woman didn’t leave, she looked back up at Regan again, wondering what it was she needed, and listened to her words. She gave the most subtle nod to her request, and uncurled the young girl from her arms a little bit. “Hey… this young woman wants to talk to you…” The little girl curled into her chest though, seeming to have come down with a sudden case of shyness in her moment of weakness.
“I’m sorry… about three weeks ago she tripped and fell off of the front porch stairs… and instead of hitting the ground, she landed in my lap. Ever since… she just ‘pops’ whenever she is startled… but it scares her.” The young girl was eyeing Regan slightly now, looking at her from the depths of the ball she had curled into, her curiosity starting to overpower the shyness. She had tears in her eyes, and was still sniffling, but she wasn’t outright ignoring the Tigress… a step in the right direction, if she wanted to talk to the young girl.
Jacob listened to the Tigress, and his newest employee, as they continued to walk away from a source of information that he wished he could get. Still, he was a guest, and he didn’t interrogate people anymore, so there was no issue, he would act polite and move along with his two escorts until they completed the tour, and then he would leave, returning a different day in the hopes of meeting someone whom would be able to give permission for him to access those areas. His question didn’t get answered in full, but Mariusz seemed to at least have an inkling of an idea.
Maya. He would commit the name to memory for his return in a few days time, and hopefully he could find the young woman in question, and coax her to allow him access to that area. Still, the feathered mutant came up with a great alternative… the garage. He pushed his senses away from the jet and scanned, quickly finding where the assortment of vehicles were stationed, and noted that they were indeed heading that direction. He also fished out a card from the inside pocket of his jacket, and handed it to Mariusz. “Always could use a loyal customer. If anyone has any issues, let them know that I will make an exception to my ‘no house calls’ policy and come here to give them a hand.” And now he had an excuse to come back often… Jacob loved it when a plan came together.
Jacob liked to consider himself someone who is able to notice fine details, and the man seemed to have some kind of scar not only on his neck but on his wrists. Still, not wanting to pry, he would not say a word or make any indication that he had noticed such details. Already though, his respect for the man had increased, as he actually had provided his hand to shake his own… instead of Jacob having to be the one that always offered and more often than not, refused in the introductory gesture. “Indeed I am,” he said simply, confirming that he was indeed Jacob… which made him wonder. He was here either because someone had referred him, or he had some other business dealing with his shop as a whole.
There had been three people in the past few months that had come and tried to buy out his shop. Considering that it was paid off and there was no real drawbacks or need for their money… he politely declined, wanting to keep his business just that… his business. He was officially the local mechanic for both USAA insurance holders and State Farm… meaning that business was swarming… he had more jobs than he knew what to do with, and it was starting to take a toll. The money was great, but he needed to start hiring more mechanics. “I don’t suppose you’re here to apply to be one of my mechanics, are you?”’ he asked, shaking the man’s hand firmly, but not to the point of pain.
Jacob noticed that he startled the woman, and held his hands back slightly. “I’m sorry that I frightened you.” Truth was, he was surprised that he had scared her… he had hovered around the car a little bit, but as she rolled down the window and her eyes were revealed, he had to say he was a bit startled. The pure black eyes looked like something out of Supernatural, when a demon possessed a person… but he let nothing show on his face. Hiding shock was something that he did extremely well, so he was sure that she wouldn’t catch him on that front… but that still didn’t help her vehicle situation. Her pale skin, what little of it he could see, indicated a lack of sunlight… perhaps due to her mutation? That would explain why she couldn’t simply walk somewhere. The fact that she had a driver indicated that she was relatively well off financially… interesting.
“Well… I see three options, Ma’am. I can have your car towed to my shop. I can give you a ride… or I can fix your car here, on the spot, very quickly… on one condition.” He then slowly reached into his inside pocket of his jacket, fishing out one of his cards, and handed it to the young woman. “Bring me some of your business. Maybe I can fix these problems the old fashion way before they become these kinds of problems.” He wouldn’t divulge any other information at the moment, but he waited patiently for her to mull over the options and make a decision.
Jacob shook the man’s hand with a relatively firm grip, and noted that the texture of his hand was different, but he didn’t treat him any different than he had before. He didn’t comment on the fact that he had a lot to learn, regardless of the fact that he did indeed agree. It was hard to be a shop owner and not even know how to install a shelf into his own store, but then again, with those hands, it would present a definite problem. He then listened intently to the man’s plight regarding a soda machine, and he quickly used his ability to identify it. His ‘mech-radar’ worked passively, but once he got a hold of it, years ago, he managed to make it where he didn’t have to focus on them, and let them fade to the background of his mind.
Bringing it to the forefront, he nodded towards the man, smirking slightly with a knowing thought. “I can certainly take a look…” he said simply, walking over to his next tasking, and placing a hand on it. A trained eye would note that his hand seemed to gain the texture and color of the soda machine where his hand touched the machine, about three or four centimeters of his skin effected… barely enough to be noticeable, and not enough to be obvious. He immediately knew the machine better than the man who designed it, learning about it intimately… and identifying the problem. “The pump is burnt out… it spins, but doesn’t actually pump. Hang on…” There was a noticeable metallic ‘clunk’ as he restored it to the point that it was originally built. Now literally good as new, he pressed the latch in the back for the Pepsi, and it flowed with water. “Might want to refill the Pepsi, but it works now. I can do a lot with just about anything mechanical… the same way I probably wouldn’t want to challenge you to a headbutting competition.” Fancy way to say ‘I’m a mutant’.
Jacob was enjoying a good book, this one called The Host by Stephanie Meyer… the one who wrote the Twilight books. He didn’t really care for the movies, but he enjoyed the books, and decided to give this one a fair shot. One of the nice things about his ability, his passive sensor could detect someone’s vehicle approaching, so when the small sedan pulled into the parking lot, he considered it for a moment. Looking on one of the screens, he saw a young man getting out of the car and approaching the shop, and he immediately found a bookmark, slid it in to hold his place, and put his book down. Stepping towards the door that led to the stairs that connected his home to the shop, he took a quick glance, didn’t see any stains on his tan combat boots, blue jeans or T-Shirt, and moved down the stairs, emerging from a door behind the front desk. Closing the door behind him, he didn’t worry about the fact that he had been a bit loud, as Regan wasn’t here today, her day off, which meant he was working the front desk.
“Hello Sir. What can I do for you?” A simple enough request, concise and to the point. The man had his keys out, so it was probably a work order. It was Tuesday… and no one had walked in for anything other than their appointments so far. Two mechanics were in the shop, busy on those cars, so that left himself to take care of this gentleman. The large man liked that though… a non-scheduled maintenance was always more interesting because he didn’t know what to expect, and that made it a slight bit more challenging. He needed that too… working on simple oil changes all day could get really boring.
Jacob nodded slightly as he was confirmed in his suspicions of her origin, and gave her the respect for not trying to hide it or any other adverse reaction. She then went to explain that she was in no way, shape, or form going to experiment with Jacob and his ability being enhanced, and the Army Veteran saw something in her eyes… the same haunted feeling of someone feeling responsible for loss of life. He wouldn’t bring it up, as those were the types of things that you didn’t ask about, and were only talked about if the person who it happened to was willing to open up.
He raised his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry, Ma’am… you misunderstand. I have no intent of trying to amp myself up any further… I’ve long since learned how the lure of power can lead to chaos and destruction… I simply want to understand it better, if that makes sense. I’m guessing by the way you are dressed, weather aside, it’s only from skin contact. Does it work with non-mutants?” A simple question, but once he got a response, he considered another aspect of it, and wanted to address it as well. “It must be very hard on you… never being able to be close to someone. How do you manage to take care of people at a Clinic?”
The woman gladly handed over her keys and gave Regan a somewhat forced smile… and then went back to sit next to her daughter. They idly discussed the ‘why’ of her rude comment and continued with that as Regan prepared their work order. It happened to be Joe that was the mechanic she grabbed, who nodded. “There is a list on the paper behind the monitor with all the prices and stuff… just don’t forget to punch in the tax, 7%, aight?” He took the keys from her, but politely gave the paper back to the Tigress with a slightly eerie smile.
Once Regan had gotten back into the office, the young girl who had asked her the embarrassing question was reading a book, and her mother playing around on her phone. Without warning, the young girl sneezed, and a very odd and very distinct popping sound occurred, and the young girl vanished. Suddenly, she was behind Regan near the desk, and she looked very frightened and began to cry. Mommy! It happened again!” she sobbed. The mother was already rushing to her, scooping her up in her arms and taking her back to the couch. She turned to address Regan for a moment… wondering her reaction, but didn’t say anything… just moved back to the couch and began to rock her little girl, trying to get her to stop crying.
She had dropped her book behind the desk though, and had left it when she had been so startled.
Jacob was having a pretty good day. After several days of hard work… he had managed to build his new pistol. It was a marvelous piece of machinery, and would suit his needs perfectly in almost every situation he could think of… firing standard 50 caliber slugs, or the custom munitions that he had acquired. He was working with his standard non-lethals right now, being a rubber pellet instead of the hollow points, but he had a magazine of those as well, just in case someone needed a hole. The weapon was safely tucked to a cleverly disguised holster inside his leather jack, and he was planning to take it to the range one of these days soon. Nothing quite like shooting a new gun on your day off… but from the looks of what was ahead on the road, it might be a while before he got to the indoor range he was en route to.
His senses were picking up a car ahead, which was stopped… but something was amiss about it. In fact… as he got closer, he could definitely sense that it hadn’t stopped because the driver turned off the keys. His Impala’s engine slowly grinded slower as he approached, it’s roar growing less intense as he came to a stop behind the car… and prepared to offer some assistance. This was how you got loyal customers… help them out when they didn’t ask for it… it would keep him in business and his Shop thriving. He already was working on the expansion bays to handle the influx of work, and it wouldn’t be long before he likely had to build a second shop somewhere… or perhaps expand again. Either way, it was looking more and more like he wasn’t going to have to worry about work… it seemed to find him.
Stepping out of his old Impala, he noticed there was no one in the driver’s seat, the windows not tinted… and he took a glance towards the back of the car, looking for signs of life. That was when he spotted someone sitting in the back wearing a red turban… female, if he guessed right from his generic glance. Moving to the rear window, he said in his normal, deep voice. “Hey… you need some help, Ma’am?” It was a typical thing for him to do, and he wanted to express that he would be willing to do so without stripping her of her option to refuse should she want to.
A couple of the mechanics walked in the back door, passing behind the desk and notably pausing for a moment and looking at Regan, then proceeding to the garage to start working for the day, giving her a nice “Good Morning,” and moving on. Jacob would fill them in if they had questions, but they usually didn’t question decisions he made when dealing with staff, because they knew he wouldn’t hesitate to fire them on the spot if they weren’t pulling their weight or were disrespectful… but on the same token, he wouldn’t hesitate to understand a person’s situation, so long as you didn’t sling lies at him.
The young woman in front of her waited patiently, and as she asked for her name, the young girl couldn’t contain her curiosity any longer, and tugged her mother’s coat, blurting out, “does Ms. Kitty have a tail?” Immediately the woman grew slightly fearful that it would provoke further measures in regards to Regan, and looked to her child immediately. “Meranda! That was very rude! Apoligize!” The young girl looked down at the ground for a moment, not liking the fact that she just got in trouble, and then finally looked up towards Regan. “I’m sorry Ms. Kitty.” She then proceeded to go sit on one of the couches, sulking a little. The woman eyed Regan wearily, unsure what the mutant’s response was going to be. “I’m sorry about her… she’s not old enough to understand not to ask something like that. My name is Samantha Reynolds, I’ve been here once before. It’s the same old Saturn that I brought in to get the muffler replaced.”
Jacob watched her for a moment, and shook his head in dismay. “On the contrary… one of our guys is a big cat person… You’ll more likely get hit on than scare anyone away.” He stepped back after that and watched her for a moment, and then left her to her own devices. If she was a super-woman, she would have this done before lunch… but more than likely, this was going to be an all day event. Still, it allowed him to walk away from the front desk and tend to other matters, like moving his car. On that thought, he moved into the garage, and got the Impala moved down off the rack, and moved it to his reserved parking spot.
He then began to work on the cars for the day.
Regan’s first customer was a woman and a child, and the kid, a young girl, seemed to take a particular interest in Regan because of her appearance. The woman was a little hesitant, but polite enough. “Is there anything available today? My car needs an oil change.” It was a simple request, and the first of the day… but how would she handle it considering that she hadn’t organized all the other appointments yet? Let the trials begin!
Jacob listened to her well placed question. “Yes… for the most part. One thing you could do to help is call and confirm the appointment with each customer, and ask their vehicle information and complaint and put it in the notes on the calendar. We also have a customer database that you can look up the different information as well for return customers.” Jacob wiggled the mouse, having booted up the computer a short while again, and once he got the desktop to display, he pointed to two icons on the desktop. “Microsoft Outlook for the Calendar, and the database is right there under that, which you should try to ensure we have all the information for each customer, but you can also get that information when they come in, if you don’t want to ask for all that over the phone. I’ll be around to help out with any questions.” The database icon was crossed wrenches behind a wheel, and said ‘Customer Database’. Simple.
Still, he knew there was going to be some other issues… there always were, but he would solve them, just like he always did. Standing back, he looked over towards the typical office phone, knowing it had call waiting and multiple lines of input, so she could put people on hold if she needed to. The ringtone was funny though, because it sounded like a power tool whirring instead of the traditional ring, and the cash drawer would make the ‘Sonic’ rings sound when you opened it. He would let her discover those on her own, of course, but it would be interesting to get a review of her first day. He then pointed to a small microphone that was also on her desk with a single big button. “You can use that to call either for myself, or any available mechanic, as the customers like to talk to us directly about their car sometimes. So… you ready?” He could see one of his mechanics pulling into the area, and he still needed to get his car down and back outside.
