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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Posted by Cold Steel on Oct 11, 2018 20:39:59 GMT -6
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It was nice to hear he was needed. Other than the bar and the his two fuzz balls back at the mansion he had been feeling ‘unneeded’ something he had been struggling with since he found out that his own children weren’t real a few years ago.
”How smart?” Sam asked as he took a step away from the bottle. He didn’t say it but he appreciated the slide of the bottle in the other direction, out of reach out of mind or at least until he moved closer which was what he was struggling to do. His eye shifted from the bottle to the mirror walker again.
”Even if it was our government. Looks like we’ll need a frost of some kind. No matter how deep roots go, you get a big enough frost weeds will die eventually, right? Think it’s supposed to get pretty cold.” a chill left his body and swept over the bar and frosted the bottle closest to him, the one Gawain slid.
Sam reached for the hand and shook it. Nope, he wasn’t a resident. He was the new tailor, already removed the ‘old’ design. Frankly Sam didn’t understand what was wrong with the old suits but Sam was also not running around in heels and a skirt (Sam still didn’t understand how most of the X-women and Gawain did that.)
Normally Sam would offer a drink but he was trying not to drink. Like a good X-man. He hated being good, most of the time. ”So… have a seat… it’s come to my attention that we are getting rid of the skirts… gonna miss those things.” Sam smirked, ”It looked nice and from what she said it was a good fit.”
”Personally I got nothing wrong with my suit, in fact I hardly wear it. Usually I don’t get a chance to run back here and grab it when I need it.” Sam walked over to a wardrobe in the corner of the room where his alcohol was sometimes stashed however he pulled his X-suit out instead of the one thing he wished jumped into his hand.
”Little charred still from the volcano but it’s still in one piece.” Sam walked over and set it on his desk for Javier to look at. ”It’s not a leather jacket but the scars on her give some character.” Sam said strolling down memory lane. ”So… what are you thinking for me?”
Posted by Cold Steel on Sept 10, 2018 19:17:39 GMT -6
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Sam’s nostrils flared in irritation when Gawain filled him in about SUPER. He didn’t know what they did exactly but he was getting a strong T.A.T. vibe. Both used kids. Sam’s hand started to shake as he reached up towards the bottle and he instinctively slammed his hand on the bar top. One of his ‘don’t do’s’ is ‘use’ kids. He was one of those kids.
”So we stop them.” Sam said bluntly his irritation now apparent on his face. ”You know my feelings about people using kids.” Sam took a breath then felt the old man at the end of the bar look back down after his little outburst.
Another breath, ”Tell me we are doing something… and yes, I’m involving myself now.”
Posted by Cold Steel on Sept 10, 2018 19:09:11 GMT -6
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Sam smirked, ”Awwww, a girl? Come on the ladies love me. I’ll make sure all the boys will be afraid of her.” Sam looked over to behind the bar and pointed to himself then lifted up the number two. It had been an ongoing thing with him and his crew but whenever he pointed to himself when he was ‘on’ the clock it had meant water. Even if that wasn’t what he wanted they knew that’s what he meant.
Erin walked over gave him the waters then ported back behind the safety of the bar where she went back to familiarizing herself with the layout. Sam offered an water to Lee, the glass frosting over with his touch. ”We’ll be designated drinking buddies till I can convince you to go home.”
”How’s the pregnancy?” Sam asked raising an eyebrow in a thinking gesture. ”Am I allowed to ask it? Alex always got ma-“ Sam set his water down after a sip whishing it was suddenly whiskey. ”Seems lack of sleep is going around”
Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 14, 2018 15:38:26 GMT -6
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Sam smirked at the idea of him as a monk as he sipped his water. ”Scary thought isn’t it? Someone like me a monk. I have worn a robe before though. Bathrobe but still counts.” Sam said reaching for a comparison. Monks could drink. Sam at the moment was fighting not to.
”Whatever caused could also undo it. Don’t tell me you haven’t looked into it yet?” Sam raised an eyebrow then added, ”Or is this more of one of those…no point changing it?” Sam then added, ”Well if there isn’t an harm from it… maybe I’m married over there. To think a world of women who I haven’t dated. What’s the real estate value over there?” Sam joked as his ears perked to the door.
Sam walked over to the rack of mugs and pulled a tall glass and filled it with a beer and set it down at the end of the bar. The old man walked in as usual and grabbed the stool and the beer. Walking back over to Gawain, ”Don’t joke about that. I know I don’t have any kids, other than the adopted ones.” Sam knocked loudly on the bar and leaned back in towards Gawain.
In a hushed tone, ”Other Chase?” the basement was reserved as a few holding cells. Sam helped upgrade the security with the help of his fellow X-Men (shout out to Streak). The last person that he knew of to occupy the basement was Shade. Sam of course used Drew’s promise keeping abilities to enlist Shade into helping him. Sam still had his own tattoos as well most of which were hidden.
”Take he needed to be put down there? Who else knows?” Sam asked the basement wasn’t typically supposed to be used unless it was signed off but… Sam might have broken the rules with Shade.
Posted by Cold Steel on May 28, 2018 20:52:17 GMT -6
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It was always odd to Sam when people knocked on his door, they seemed to walk in anyways. So what was the point? He wasn’t mad someone was knocking, he was mad at the paperwork that seemed to stack up over his time abroad. Honestly if he wasn’t the only one that used the office he would have been sure this is where paperwork went to die. Pushing himself up from his chair Sam started to walk towards the door.
”It’s always open.” Sam said waving his hand and then grabbing the handle and pulling the door open. ”Unless it’s locked, then it isn’t.” Sam looked at the guy and raised an eyebrow. ”New resident?”
Posted by Cold Steel on May 28, 2018 20:41:18 GMT -6
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Sam raised an eyebrow, ”Was it the food?” he smirked and eyed his crew. Jack made his way back to the bar and Erin was already mixing some drinks while porting back to the spot. Sam was tempted to remind her it’s not the best to do while working with a group of strangers. She almost ported into Lee, would have made for a bad introduction.
”and where are you supposed to be tonight? Enjoying a drink and relaxing at your favorite place of work?” Sam then stopped and took a step back. His eye looked to Lee’s stomach, he didn’t know much about pregnancy other than the fake memories he had of Alexandra but Lee. ”Maybe just a water?” he asked instinct taking a step back incase Lee tried to swing on him after his comment.
Posted by Cold Steel on May 28, 2018 19:51:43 GMT -6
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”Heard about it, haven’t seen it? Did you run into me yet? More handsome?” he asked with his usual charm then looked away in an afterthought, ”No, he’d need two eye patches.” looking back to Gawain with a shoulder shrug he added, ”That wasn’t here when I was though, any idea what caused it?”
”I walked to Isengard. Sam said as matter of factly as he stood up and walked around to the other side of the bar. He was starting to get thirsty as well and as owner of the fine establishment Sam was more than happy to help himself to anything behind the bar. This only manifested however as a glass of watter which he chilled using his mutation. The glass frosted over as he grabbed it and he started to lean on the bar.
”Anymore kids?” Sam added to his list of questions.
Posted by Cold Steel on Apr 21, 2018 7:58:04 GMT -6
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Lee called, asked for some help. Sam came running with two of his own employees. His own bar was covered, his manager could handle the crowd with ease and her dad was there to step in if needed, if he didn’t get too drunk first.
Sam walked into Lee’s establishment with a push of the door and a little wave. There were already a few people crowding the bar and Sam gave a slight nod to Lee as he and his crew of two made there way behind the bar. ”Jack, better not break anything. We’re guests here and Erin, keep it civil not everyone likes you cursing like a sailor.” Erin a short redhead gave Sam a smirk then teleported behind the bar next to Lee.
”Lee, these are two of my tenders, told them you’ll pay the big bucks.” the icemancer said with a smirk as he gave the woman a one armed hug. ”we got it from here. You look like you can use a seat.”
Posted by Cold Steel on Apr 21, 2018 7:47:19 GMT -6
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The mirror walker’s comment was expected; Gawain always did have a response for everything. ”Maybe, I’m pretty good at the sulking. Found people liked it better than me being drunk.” Sam said with a shrug of his shoulders. Sam watched the glass be set back down empty. A little weight was lifted off his shoulders when it was gone.
Reaching over the bar and grabbing the first bottle of whiskey he could find he placed the bottle in front of Gawain and then added, ”What I miss?” Sam asked curiously. He had some stories from other members of the faculty about everything that had been going on in the mansion and the city. The rift was interesting, but as always he liked hearing things from Ghost or Gawain, both of which told the story better. They usually just gave him the important bullet points.
Two weeks Sam has been back in the states and sober, the last drink he had was on the plane back from New Zealand after losing Amanda and searching for her he thought it best to let someone else take over with the investigation. Zeta promised to keep him informed and notify him if anything changes. She told him it was important to try and keep himself busy. Sam reluctantly agreed but he was a tad homesick. The mansion was pretty much the same and while he did have one or two students happy to see him his classes still remained empty. It probably didn’t help that he was gone for a few months.
Sam poured a stiff drink of whiskey and set it next to the little poker chip which read ‘two weeks sober’ it wasn’t really an official coin but his sponsor thought it was important to celebrate the ‘small victories’ they were working towards a month now and while everything around him seemed to be alcohol he thought it best to continue with his old life and try to stay busy. He was sleeping better and working out more, his last encounter with Amanda seemed to give him at least a little closure with his ‘not-real’ family. In fact since he had seen her last he hadn’t seen them in his dreams. In fact that’s all they were dreams. His friends, his brother there was even a pleasant dream about his mother and his father. A forgotten memory of a Christmas long past. Every time he woke from the dreams the first thing he wanted was a drink. Though it was easy to stay sober when things were going great.
Sam pushed the whisky on the bar in front of him and then touched the chip as if he was going to pick up a drink then stopped. The door opened, ”You’re late.” he pointed to the whisky, ”Been back two weeks and you don’t even call, write, knock on my door?” Sam said joking. He spent most of his time alone, working out by himself or hiding on the mansion grounds. If anything it was Sam’s fault he hadn’t seen the mirror walker.
Posted by Cold Steel on Mar 18, 2018 9:57:32 GMT -6
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We have a positive relationship? I don't know how much CS will be seeing as he had been gone from the mansion for a bit but he will be glad to meet up and help if he can. What kind of meeting are we having?
Posted by Cold Steel on Feb 16, 2018 11:18:41 GMT -6
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He had heard that a lot. ‘I’m, here for you.’ Sure some meant it but when he was jumping awake in the middle of the night because his ‘not real’ kids were brutally murdered or set on fire in front of him no one was there for him then. Just the bottle. Sam welcomed the touch from Lee with a stare at her hand and he smirked slightly. ”I appreciate it, Lee.” he gave her a little squeeze back then took a sip of his beer when the contact ended.
”That’s fair.” Sam mentioned nodding his head. ”Robotic officers, riots, the mansion catching fire almost every day.” he waved his hand in the ‘on-and-on’ motion. ”I get it.” safety was a luxury that many didn’t understand. He did. ”So…” Sam egged her on with another sip of his beer.
”Safe now? Or you less worried about stuff?” he asked looking at his drink ignoring Elle as she walked back behind the bar.
Posted by Cold Steel on Feb 15, 2018 13:31:24 GMT -6
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The ice-mancer nodded his head, ”It’s what I need in life it seems.” Sam said, he often found himself to strong willed women who indeed didn’t take any ‘crap’ from him. He didn’t need a babysitter he just needed someone to keep him out of trouble, or in some cases help him get out of it. ”She’s one of the reasons this place is still in business. That and the owner seems to have pretty deep pockets.” he sipped his beer and then set it down. Both arms on the bar now.
”Not down playing anything you or anyone else went through, but I…” Sam shut his mouth and snatched the beer quickly and chugged it. He really didn’t want to get drunk but the more time he was spending with Lee and ‘talking’ the more risk he ran to getting drunk again. ”Worse than Romania.” Sam said as he tapped next to his eye patch.
Raising his bottle to Lee he added, half jokingly ”and when the beer is gone we can always switch to whiskey.” hefting the bottle to his lips he then asked, ”Dead set against New York? Too many ghosts? Or just the guy that talks to them?” Sam asked raising his eyebrow. He didn’t want to ask about Tarin but he was finding it more and more difficult to stifle his curiosity