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 been polite long enough. He allowed a pause, forming his words in his mind before messing up what he would say, considering that she would likely throw it back into his face. He drew in a breath, preparing to let this woman have it verbally in his own way, when a new individual entered the room, cutting him short. He took in a bit more air into his lungs slowly and silently, and exhaled twice as slow, allowing his heart rate to drop and his anger to soothe itself back into the recesses from which it came. They must have been pretty short staffed if the man was pulling three different duties at the same time.
He took a moment to size the man up… decent build, a bit shorter than himself, he looked like a combatant type. Still, it could just be a work-hard type individual, but he liked to consider himself a pretty good judge of character. He spoke of two individuals that he didn’t know, and then referred to the woman who had an appointment, wanting to get her taken care of first. Jacob remained silent, still in his state of Zen where he was watching everything but focusing on nothing. He would patiently wait his turn to speak to the man.
He instead looked towards Mariusz, who had been silent as well. Picking up the spiders, he moved closer to avoid interrupting the interview, if it could be called that. “Hey, who here would know some advanced chemistry?” He kept his voice low and subtle, but loud enough that the young man would be able to hear him. If he figured this much out, he would try to talk to Sam at a later time, and carry on with his business. He didn’t want to be around Sophia when she started gloating about her pedigree anyway.
Jacob nodded thoughtfully as he spoke, indicating that he was listening but not taking his eyes off the road. People around this city had lost their minds when it came to driving, and he had to be alert or someone was going to get hurt when they hit the tank-like construction of his Impala. That… and he didn’t want Baby to get hurt, because even though he could fix her up good as new, he couldn’t undo the emotional scarring. Baby was sensitive to those kinds of things… at least, she was in the mind of Jacob.
“If you change your mind, let me know.” And he would leave it at that. It was about that time that they pulled over on the side of the road, across the street from Tses’ apartment, and he put the old girl into park. “I’ll stay here, just in case she is out and about and you want a ride somewhere else. Still, if she isn’t there, you should leave a note…” He reached over and grabbed a pad of paper and a pen out of the glove compartment, and put them in Ty’s lap. She needed to know that he was trying to get ahold of her, and he hadn’t abandoned the young girl.
Jacob took another bite of the burger, and eyed the spot where he had been trying to put the perch, considering it a moment. He then turned back, took a swig of his chocolate milk, and grabbed his power drill. With practiced precision, he slipped the drill bit into the open end, grabbed the forward assist, and tightened the bit into the drill. He gave it a few jolts of the trigger to ensure it was in place, and grabbed the perch. “May I?” Once he had been given permission, he brought the perch to the wall, and began tapping in the area where he wanted to place it. The hollow thunks sounded and he kept moving until the thunk was more solid, indicating that it was a solid piece of wood instead of just drywall. Once he found the right spot, he lined it up so that it was level, and drilled a pair of holes that would support it.
Moving back to the counter, he loosened the drill bit out of the drill, and put the small piece of metal in his pocket, and grabbed the screwdriver bit, using the cross-tip that the screws needed, placing it in the drill and tightening it down. “You know… if you don’t know how to do all this, I can show you what I know so you can do this yourself next time, Sir.” It was a simple offer, and if he wanted to know, Jacob would teach him, but for now, he merely moved back to the project wall, put the perch so it lined up with the holes he drilled, and used the magnetized screwdriver tip to keep the screw on it. With a few practiced zips of his electric drill, the screws were in place, and the perch completely mounted. Jacob had made it look easy, but he knew that was only because he had done little things like that for a long time.
Jacob simply nodded to Ty’s comment about Tses… not much else could really be said on the matter, and they were in complete agreement anyway. He listened carefully to what the young man said in reference to him handling his situation. He could certainly respect that, but it was naïve to think that if he had help the first time, that he wouldn’t have help again. He waited a moment to touch on this though, as he wanted to consider what he would have done in his situation. Well… he wouldn’t have gotten in that situation, but he had a lot of training and experience that Ty didn’t… not really a fair comparison.
“Fair enough… but what if he has help again? I have no quarrel letting you handle your father one on one… but I would hate to think of you getting your @$$ handed to you again simply because you thought he was alone… again.” It was the truth, and Colt was blunt about it… there was no reason to sugarcoat the fact that he had been stomped because he hadn’t planned as well as his father had. A good plan, regardless, never survived a real fight… but it could put down the framework so that all other deviations could work.
Colt nodded as he made his assessment on his statement for Tses, making a single motion across his lips saying that he wouldn’t mention it. Continuing on, he was knee deep in his explanation of what had happened to him when they finally got to his Impala, but he paused, considering what he said. “Well isn’t he just a bright ray of sunshine?” he asked sarcastically, shaking his head. “I don’t think you will have a problem with Tses, but like we both said, the sooner you patch things up, the less likely she is to put some kind of explosive in your pocket when you aren’t looking.”
He considered things for a moment, then unlocked his car, got in, reached over and unlocked the passenger door. As soon as the young man decided to get in, he keyed the ignition, and the custom 351 Cleveland engine roared to life. Without any hesitation, he pulled smoothly out of his parking spot and started moving towards Tses’ apartment. Now that they were secure from any eavesdroppers, he decided to talk a little more openly. “It sounds to me like you need to teach your father a little lesson in humility. Anyone who would ambush and rob his own son isn’t really a man. When that time comes, and it will, if you need help, I can provide it.” The offer was on the table, and be it as he may, he wouldn’t hesitate to repeat the events that happened to between himself and Tses.
Jacob noticed that the young man seemed to relax a little… not wanting to push his luck yet, he still stayed on his guard in some way, keeping an eye on him in case he decided to try to pick his pocket. It wouldn’t work out well for him if he did, but that didn’t always stop everyone and habits tended to linger. They moved back to the pawn shop, and after a quick exchange of words, he had the cable and the man’s word that he would be happy with his purchase or his money back. Considering it had set him back $70, it had better, or if he went back on his word, Jacob would probably break his hand. He didn’t like liars much.
After they had gotten out of the store, he started walking back towards his car, Ty in tow, and began the questioning, but not before a statement. “You are right about that. Tses isn’t like a fine wine… more like a lit fuse. The more time you give it, the more likely she’s going to blow up.” That being said, it was time to inquire. “So, who gave you the shiner?” Simple enough, but considering that he considered the young man under his protection already, he wanted to know who had hurt him.
Jacob wanted to laugh at this comic display of young love… he didn’t, mind you, but he definitely wanted to. The young man was so uncertain of himself… so worried about not being accepted, and unsure of Tses’ reaction. Truth be told, he wasn’t blaming her for that… Tses was rather volatile, but you had to persist through that to see the heart that was behind the barbed wire and flames. Still, the young kid needed some assurance, and was obviously worried about being accepted by the turbulence that was Tses. Good… that means he would respect her for the individual that she was.
“She’s OK now. Had to help her with something about a week ago, but I would rather her tell you about it than me. Tell you what… stick with me long enough to get this cable I got to get, and I’ll give you a ride to her place. She needs you more than she will ever admit, especially right now.” It was a friendly offer, one that he would be a fool not to accept… but he decided to lay in the little extra incentive. “And since I haven’t asked all my questions, it might be wise to stick around so you can get your 50 bucks.”
Jacob chuckled a little bit as he explained about how the man had cleverly disguised his money to ensure anyone at a glance wouldn’t know he was loaded, and considered doing the same himself. You never knew who you would run into, especially the young kid whom Tses held in such high regard that she was willing to steal for a gang member to keep him safe. He wondered if the kid had visited her yet… she needed to be with him, especially right now. He looked towards the black eye and he mentally bristled, wondering who would do that to a kid, unless it was someone who had been pickpocketed.
“Ouch. You don’t need to worry about me though. I am a friend of Tses’.” He paused, and allowed that information to sink in. “Have you talked to her lately? She was worried about you, regardless if she said it or not.” It was true… he could tell that she wanted him there when they were dealing with Kystler and all the work and drama that happened with all that. Truth be told, there was a start possibility that Jacob had saved the young man’s life, and his girlfriend from a life of enslavement. The kid owed him, and didn’t even know it yet.
After Jacob received his change, he quickly scooped it into his front pocket, and fished out a pair of keys on a keyring. Leaving the food on the counter for a moment, he would bear with the hunger just a few minutes more, and he moved out to his trunk, grabbing the drill from its compartment, and grabbing the rechargeable battery out of the dock that was mounted in the trunk. It came together with a satisfying click, and he reached and grabbed a small case next to it, popping it open and grabbing a small drill bit. He didn’t have any wood screws, but this would work for getting it started, and he grabbed a reversible screwdriver bit just in case the store’s owner had the wood screws he needed.
Coming back in, he looked to where the perch was meant to be placed, and returned to the counter. “Do you have any wood-screws, Sir?” he asked politely. He set the drill on the counter, and took a spare moment to pause, unwrap a burger, and take a rather large bite of it. It was rather generic… needed ketchup or something, but he wasn’t complaining… he was just plain hungry. He gave the man a moment to consider his options, and Jacob had no problem giving him a hand, just didn’t want to take away from his project, or the self credit he would receive, even if he did have help. He did, however decide that it was time to pet the cat, and did so.
Colt stood there, keeping an eye on Ty, no rhyme intended, and thinking. Was this the same Ty that he thought it was? The one that he had stuck his neck out in order to keep him safe, and Tses from being the puppet to a now deceased Gang Boss? It was only a week ago that this occurred… and while he was sure that there was more than one Ty in the Big Apple, especially including all the nicknames… how many were there that were also pickpockets? Perhaps this was how Tses got started, or perhaps this Tses is how Ty got started stealing from others. The countless possibilities rang through his skull, and he pushed them aside when he noticed Ty take a glance inside the wallet, still considering the chances he guessed.
He returned the wallet, and got a whole dollar in thanks, but from the look on Ty’s face as he returned, he was almost depressed. That could only mean one thing; “the guy had a lot, didn’t he?” It was a simple question, and low enough that the man couldn’t hear him. Regardless, he grabbed his wallet, and grabbed the twenty, holding it in Ty’s direction. “Before you go… I got another 50 bucks that’s yours if you answer some questions for me.” It would be a simple exchange, and Jacob still had his wallet out, open, and ready to give should he get the answers he needed. “Is your full name Ty Fisher?” He was watching for lies, his eyes drilling into Ty’s own.
This kid was at least smart… he had to give him that. He saw the loophole that Colt had left open, which had been intentional, none-the-less, and was willing to do the right thing. He had hope in him yet… perhaps this strategy was good against all the pick-pockets. Still, it had room for the face that the young man could be lying… which wouldn’t work out well for him, should he decide to take that route. He got a distinct lock on the mechanical items in his pockets with his ability, just in case he decided to go against him, and stayed on a few steps behind him, feigning interest in the nearby shop window from where the young man was supposed to be returning the wallet, and using his peripheral vision to keep an eye on him.
"Sounds like a deal. My name is Jacob... what's yours?" he asked, shaking the young man's hand.
If he decided to steal the cash out of it, he would chase him down when he tried to bolt… but then again, he had a slight optimism that wondered if he would do the right thing, simply because it was the right thing to do. His position set, he waited to see what would happen, but while he looked like he was just being idle, his muscles coiled and tensed, ready to take off after the kid if he decided to run.
Colt relaxed a little bit, the young man being a little bit of a smart@$$, but nothing he couldn’t tolerate. He wondered for a moment what his mentality was, why he was driven to steal instead of work for his money the good old fashioned American way. Still, he was going to try to use the strategy that steered Tses in the right direction, a very simple logic… attack his pride, make doing the right thing a bit of a game, and hope it paid off. “You see… I’m not really the type of guy to turn a kid like you to the cops, but I’m also not the kind of guy to watch someone steal and do nothing. So I tell you what… Give that guy his wallet back, say he dropped it and you are returning it for him. I bet you 20 bucks that you won’t and you will try to run.”
Simple as that. Jacob was more than ready to chase him down should he attempt to run, and he had a pretty good feel for the signatures in his pockets… he could sense a Zippo and a small folding knife. He would be able to track him pretty easily using those, but he was hoping that his strategy would pay off.
Jacob had been cut off… twice… and it caused him to miss his parking spot near the pawn shop that he knew had the cables he needed. He had called ahead, and assured that they had a small fiber cable capable of transmitting video from the built in SmartScope that he had on his pistol. He was going to begin contruction on it as soon as he got back to the shop, but he needed that one last part first… and since he had to park nearly a block away, he had to walk from his 67 Impala along the sidewalk… and he was in the midst of doing that when he noticed a young man bump another, and his hand stealthily, and skillfully, grab the wallet out of his pocket. A typical pickpocket, Jacob did not let on that he knew.
He was wearing his typical clothes… a pair of tan combat boots, blue jeans, t-shirt and his leather jacket. He had his pistol on one inside pocket, and his favorite pocketwatch in the other inside pocket. His wallet was in his back pocket, and he wondered if the kid would try him as well. He decided to take the initiative though, and as he drew near, he stepped directly in front of him, reaching out and grabbing a handful of his shirt so he couldn’t slip away. He was a large guy… well built and 6’ 3”, he was an imposing figure. “Wanna tell me why you just stole that guy’s wallet?” He had dealt with someone who got their living from stealing last week, and he thought this might be a similar situation. Regardless… he had been able to set her straight-ish… she was going to give it a full effort to stop stealing, in return Jacob had offered young Tses a job.
A lot had happened directly after that offer though… and Jacob sadly had killed another human being with his own two hands. He hoped that this one kid in front of him was a lot more simple.
Jacob noticed Regan’s little stumble, and smirked slightly at the fact that he had caught the Tigress off guard to such an extent. She worried that her appearance would make things more difficult, and Jacob chuckled and shook his head. “Actually, on the other foot, I need someone like you specifically. I do a lot of work for Judges, Police Chiefs, and other higher echelon members of society. A little bit of diversity and your sparkling personality would brighten the place up quite a bit.” As well as show them big-headed bastards that Mutants are great in the workforce. The last part was pure thought, but for a long time he had been fighting the war against Mutant Discrimination through nothing more than talking to the right people. If you wanted things to change, it took time, and talking to the right people.
As they reached the door finally, he was ushered in by Mariusz, who had been silent for that little bit. He considered the young man’s history that he knew, and thought that it was likely that a politician’s son from overseas wouldn’t really care for a job as a mechanic. Regardless, he left it alone, and stepped to the side politely, allowing Regan to enter first, and followed directly behind her. “Thank you Sir.” he said to Mariusz as they entered and he got a good look around the main Reception office. It could be noted, however, that he moved almost instantly to a corner where his back was to the wall, no one able to sneak up behind him. But this was a mutant school, after all. For all he knew, there was some little mutant teenage girl who could walk through walls or something.
Jacob remained silent for a moment, watching with passive curiosity as Sophia demonstrated her ability. It was much like his own, although he had never tried to manipulate an object to float around. He now knew a new word; Hylokinesis, which meant the ability to manipulate glass. It just hadn’t come to him as something that was possible, as he believed that his ability was purely in the function of the mechanics. Still, it was something that was worth a try, as its application could be very useful if he could muster it. Very carefully, he pulled out a very treasured pocketwatch that he was given to by his father. It was noticeable the amount of care he took in placing it in his palm, and he tried to muster it to float, but it was unfruitful. As to play it off, he simply opened it, checked the time, and wound it physically with his other hand, regardless of the fact that he could have done it with his ability.
He did this with subtle motions, so as to not draw attention, and likely his failure was not noticed, but that was fine either way. He gently placed the watch back into his inside pocket on his leather jacket, and turned towards Mariusz for a moment. “I would enjoy that tour. But isn’t someone supposed to be here to in process new students and such at all times?” He was of course comparing it with the Army equivalent, Staff Duty, where there was someone on duty 24/7/365. But then again, this wasn’t the Army, and he shouldn’t be expecting so much out of the faculty for a School, even one so prestigious as this one.
Regardless, he was done asking questions and whatnot, and leaned up against a spot that was bare on the wall, his eyes losing focus but taking in all his surroundings, a sort of Zen mode where he could pay attention to his surroundings but lose track of time and allow things to at least seem to him to pass more quickly.
(Sorry for the short post, but Jacob isn't really going to be able to do much)
