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.
A man came out not long after the chime rang. He didn't look so well, but Garrett had no place to judge anyone. The shopkeeper's eyes went to the garbage bag and then to Garrett. Yep, he probably thinks I am a bum now., he thought to himself. He introduced himself as Tarin Brooks, so Garrett approached him and said, "Hello. Garrett Wills. I had just done some shopping at the thrift store. Could I put this behind the counter while I have a look around?" He wished he hadn't explained himself, but at least this cleared the air.
" I actually came in to see if you might have a few items. I know that you do oracles of some sort here, but I am really just looking for some items to use in meditation and trance." Looking around the shop,there were probably many items he could use. But, of course, the shopkeeper knows his own shop better than anyone else. Best to wait and see what happened next.
He turned to her as she sat on the edge of the bed. "My wicked side.", he said as a bit of a question and a statement. There was definitely a dark side in him. But this was no time for that. He had better surely have control over himself prior to experimenting in those dark dimensions. Perhaps she liked bad boys and Garrett was just too mild. "Wickedness infers sin. As a Taoist, I do not believe in sin. I take full responsibility for everything I do. Anything less is an affront to myself. An injury."
"With that said,", he added, his body leaning slowly in Ghost's direction. If his grey eyes could shine, they did now with purpose. His hand slid over hers. " I have no misgivings about you. I had no expectations other than your company when I came in, either. However, I will say you are a rare and kind soul and I would enjoy getting to know you better. Whatever that has to mean, that's fine. As long as I get to continue to enjoy your company and always be your friend, regardless."
Another hot day, thanks to carbon. He thought how exciting it would be when gondolas replaced taxicabs in Manhattan. And where would the several billion rats migrate? Fun stuff, but he would probably just have to wait 30 years or so to find out.
He had seen the shop where the medium practiced. Anyone with half an ear to the streets and a penchant for the obscure or supernatural knew of it. He had believed he had no reason to go there, since most of his life was a mystery due to long hospital stays. Not to mention the possible vengeful spirit from the camps, who would be able to see him beyond that accursed hood.
This was a visit for pleasure though, not business. He had found a whopping eighty-three dollars in the satchel's hidden pouch. A trip to the Salvation Army store prior to this one netted him a garbage bag of clothes an he still had fifty bucks. The amount of money people would pay for a label was insane.
He entered the shop and looked around. He was here to buy some items to help him meditate and possibly to make his room a little homier.He tied the top of the garbage bag shut out of respect for the shopowner. He didn't want he or she to believe that he was there to fill up on freebies.
"Well, I feel the desire to learn every aspect of the blessing I have received, to know myself thoroughly, through this gift given to me.." He knew that the expanse of the nervous system in the body and brain had to be massive. this is where he could learn every little trick, perhaps even the greatest trick of them all. He smiled, noticing her movements, posture, the aversion of the eyes.
"Pardon me for speaking out of turn, but is your aversion to looking at me from your upbringing? Or am I just too hideous to look at?", he added, a sly smile on his face. He could see why the other guy was hooked. Some kind of magnetism, simultaneously attracting and repelling. A harmonious contrast he could only envision. He was probably staring. He kept doing so, hoping she may even turn in defiance. A look is a look.
He didn't know that much about it. He was more of a martial arts live action kind of guy. He knew somewhere, far away in China, Gordon Liu was looking down from a mountaintop smiling. "Yeah, I like crime movies and martial arts action movies, the old ones , like in the 70's and early 80's." He shrugged. She seemed to be from Japan, but all he seemed to identify with was Chinese. Well, yin and yang twirls away, somewhere.
"So, what's his ability? Just in case he might have issues." He might indeed. Garrett probably would, were the roles reversed. He sat down on the edge of the bed. " As promised.", he said, his smile widening to a cartoonish direction. I have only used my own abilities to a point. And every time, it wasn't very pleasant. His eyes closed of their own will. The eyes...The eyes of Pain...
He blinked a few times and made a bit of a nervous laugh to cover up his little mini-episode. "So, looks like you haven't moved in much yourself." , he said, looking about the place. "I have very little, but it is so much more than I have had in so long. It's hard not to be grateful. What brought you here?" There you go, old boy. Try something a little dangerous.
From the look of things, perhaps her companion had returned. Or she liked screaming out windows. He had known crazier. He stepped into the room and at once noticed it was the same size as his, except for the second bed. He assumed girls had larger rooms, like they had larger, nicer public restrooms. "Friend of yours?", he asked with obvious sarcasm, hoping to break the chill in the room. She was visibly upset, not the deeper sadness that had been in her eyes earlier while they worked.
It looked as if, other than the wilting flowers, that she hadn't done much with the room, but who had? Everyone seemed to be working and reuniting alot. He had a pile of dirty clothes to accent his room, so no big deal. Tomorrow he would have to go into the city and see if he could rectify that problem. A little Feng Shui and the right items and he could be quite happy. He saw the book lying nearby, seemed the best distraction. "Howl's Moving Castle. I saw the anime of it at a party once. Probably wasn't as exciting for me as I was the only one NOT on LSD.", he said, smiling and remembering.
Garrett had returned to his room and had a long, hot shower. It was good to be clean. So good, he was trying to not get too spoiled, fearing it would all be taken away from him. It was early yet, but things might actually be okay this time. After he got out and dried off, he looked at the pile of filthy clothes at his feet with disdain.Oh yeah, these are the only clothes I have. He wrapped the towel snugly around his waist and peeped out into the hall. With no one in sight, he crept into the hallway and found a closet in the hallway. There were several items in here, jeans, shirts, pretty average. He looked both ways, fearing it to be a trap or someone's belongings. He took a pair of jeans and shirt that looked about right, checking them for tags of ownership but finding none.
They fit rather well, actually. He was surprised at it but then he decided that this was just another karmic reward, so he left the guilt in the closet with the clothes. He threw his dirty clothes into the corner of the bathroom and closed the door. He had a look at himself in the mirror. He didn't look half bad when he wasn't covered in sweat and trash. He headed out into the girl's hallway, looking into half opened doors while trying to not seem like a pervert.
He arrived at the right door, after a few gasps and angry looks, to see a figure..fall?...out of her window. She stood there, staring out of the window. Perhaps he had come at a bad time. Was there ever a good time or a bad time? No. there was only the present and its time for action. He knocked quietly on the door. "Ghost? Are you alright?" , he asked.
"Indeed it is. I like to take a little bit of everything in the spiritual world, like a buffet." He thought of Egg Shen from Big Trouble in Little China. Great film, but anything by John Carpenter was tops in his book. Her comment about his brain left him befuddled, as ironic as that was. He stood up as she did, collecting the tools and items. She looked a bit distraught that he was ending their time together. Was it the work or was it him? Either way, he was pretty much ruining any chances he had now. Or not.
"door is always... well, almost always open."
"Oh?", he replied. "Well, perhaps I will come and sit on the edge of your bed later. If that's alright." Couldn't be more specific. He was taking a leap of faith. Where would he land?
"September 6th. I'm a Virgo, if you can't tell." He thought of himself as the quintessential Virgo, dry and logical, going for the safest and most planned route possible. "The hair, nice." He chuckled a bit, adding," Due to the higher intensity of neural activity, I guess I ended up with electrolysis from the inside out." He rubbed his head and then extended his arm, sliding his hand over it, indicating the total lack of hair.
As she rose, looking toward the quickly dwindling brick pile, he stopped her. "No need to do anymore. I think this will do nicely for now. I am going to let the other hole wait a bit. I am starving and I think I am going to walk around a bit or something." The wall was sound, or would be after drying. An excellent start, but many other things to do still laid ahead for him. " Not running you off, by any means. I could just use some R&R is all." He smiled at her, hoping she wouldn't take him wrong. That money was burning a hole in his satchel and he was anxious to spend it.
"I mean... you're in the middle hall. They only put the 'adults' in the middle hall."
He had been found out. She seemed nice enough, so he wouldn't lie to her. The only way he was going to trust anyone was to give someone a chance. He sat down next to her and revealed the truth. "Well, actually," he said with a sheepish grin," I am only 19. I lied and said I was 21 so I could be in the adult hall. I didn't want to end up with some bouncing teenage boy, ready to battle." He shrugged. " I hope you will keep my secret."
The work was coming along quickly now, this hole would be done in no time. Unfortunately, there weren't enough bricks left from what they had gathered to finish the other one. He thought he might wait on it, since it was in the back part of the property.
"I'm glad you came out with something positive after all of that."
He did indeed, many things. Anything beat succumbing to the dark impulses that lay throbbing somewhere deep in his psyche. He had let the stirring go, no worries right away. He knelt down and as he emptied the other bricks out of the satchel, one of them tore into something. At first, he was irritated as this was the only item he had. But fortune had smiled upon him again, as the brick's ragged corner had revealed a hidden pocket. Perhaps it was the courier's change money. There were several denominations in there, but he decided to wait until he was alone to see exactly how much. Now he could buy a few items to make his room feel more like home.
Rising from the loot, he saw that she had finished and was waiting for more instruction. " Boss, huh? That'd be a first." , he added with a giggle. Homeless people always got the absolute worst jobs, carrying the heaviest loads, the worst conditions, you name it. Not like OSHA could follow up on someone getting paid cash. "Well, kid, since you're new, how about I level the area and spread the mortar and you can put the bricks in." He continued to crack a wry smile, waiting for the comment to be returned about calling her kid.
"If you don't mind me asking - Where did you learn to do all of this stuff?"
"Well, I spent alot of time in group homes and state foster care. Alot of those places are okay, but some are basically labor camps with free labor, courtesy of the state. Some might have curled up and given up, but I decided to actually pay attention and learn some skills. Out on the streets, it helped me many times, as I could get some construction jobs here and there. Nothing major. My weak body couldn't take it then." It's getting better now, he thought.
He stood and handed her a brick. "No time like the present, right?", he said, trading her a brick for the stirring stick."That one on the bottom, there. It's all leveled out and ready to go." A wide smile crossed his lips. As she looked at the brick and the wall, he nodded at her to continue. "You can manage. Maybe you can get some work sometime as a laborer.", he offered, his snickers becoming contagious.
He walked over to the tree and knelt, filling the satchel with as many bricks as he could without risking damage to it. He thought about his awkwardness just then. It was to be expected, his interaction with girls didn't go far beyond the hookers he had seen out on the street. And they were no ladies, to be sure. So many years in group homes or laid up unconscious had left him socially crippled. And there was no reason for him to become attached to the first female that was kind to him. Would he have treated someone any different if it were a male? Things to think on.
He returned shortly, again sweating and straining under the weight. He placed the bag next to the wheelbarrow. He made some measurements and then started applying the mortar to the bricks, carefully placing bricks in, settling them. A process, something solid and manageable. He realized he was zoning out, forgetting about his quiet companion, so he stopped and turned to her. "This reminds me of an old Zen proverb. Before Enlightenment, Chop Wood, Carry Water. After Enlightenment, Chop Wood, Carry Water."He laughed out loud, the idea of this ages old concept, so simple and pure.
"Air abilities..." She mused. "That's about as accurate a description as exists in this world. Can't you use your imagination or do I have to show you?"
Feisty." No that's alright. I guess you can fly then? That would be interesting.", he said as he put the wheelbarrow down at the first hole. He obviously strained at the weight of the bag of quikrete, placing it to the side. He removed the tools and set them down also. He then opened the bag and put the proper amounts of water and mix in, mixing it with a branch he found nearby. He imagined the serenity of floating around like a breeze. If it had been his ability, he would have stayed that way.
" So it sounds like this guy you came with was just a traveling companion. I am not trying to pry, just making conversation." Hopefully that wasn't too thinly veiled. It was an obvious ploy to him, to see what her status was, but it sounded fairly smooth. She didn't seem to have much in the way of self-esteem, but who knows now? After the Act and the camps, no mutant was really who they were before. It took alot of courage and inner strength not to go take it out on humans.
He looked down at the wheelbarrow full of mix. He had forgotten to bring the good bricks over. Obviously preoccupied. "Well, go me. Looks like I forgot the good bricks. I'll take my satchel here and get some to get started. Just keep stirring, if you will.", he said with a smile. With that, he went over to the brick pile.
