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 card. A legitimate address. Her smile and graciousness. Her eyes.Oh, yeah, his name. "Garrett Wills, call me Seizure. I'll make my way there. Thank you." Now he had a pocketful of cash, clean clothes and body, a purpose and directions. Time to leave this stinking city behind and get out to the country. Fresh air and some manual labor would definitely do him some good. He nodded politely to the other two men and wandered off down the street.
He felt like Charlie, unwrapping the Wonka bar and seeing the delicate golden foil. This was it. How far he had come in such a short time, from the literal gutters to making his way to the Mansion. He hailed a cab and jumped in. He thought of his friend Pix he had met. He knew she would be fine, but would make a point to come out and visit her soon, when he had some sort of schedule. He hoped she would enjoy the karmic present he had foud in the courier's bag as well.
The driver nodded when he told him the address. He sat back and his fingers habitually made their way into his pocket, searching out his Chi coins. He relaxed them and removed his hand from his pocket, folding them neatly in his lap. No reason for that, his fate was clear and bright at the moment, as was his horizons.
If it smelled like her too, surely. Instead he chose, "No way would I give up these ducks." He started to dive in the food but actually stopped himself. He should at least try to act like he had manners once. It was delicious. The whole evening was. Like another world. Some stability and security.
"Spirit, huh." An insect controlling Girl Scout, watching her cartoons. Made him feel a little odd, actually. But nothing would keep him from stretching out and relaxing before long. The couch looked so good. " I think I am going to head out to the Mansion soon. Maybe tomorrow. " He waited to hear her reply, hoping thiswasn't the thing to get him tossed out on his ear. He added, " I think I need some traing to understand the responsibility of what I could actually do to people." He shrugged after his little monologue. Win or lose, he had to speak the truth.
They were incredibly large insects. Bringing him clothes...He looked quickly in the mirror to see if his pupils were possibly dialated. No, those were two giant dragonflies in the room, holding his clothes. He giggled with an insane kind of glee at the whole picture. The wind from their constant buzzing was tremendous. Every bit of two foot wingspan. Eyes as large as golf balls, their hundreds of slivers of eyes looking at you.
"Fantastic. How did you know I like little blue ducks?" He gently held the clothes and nodded at the giant flying insects in the room. Which he was taking quite well. They seemed to release their grip and helped themselves out. Still nodding in a bit of disbelief, he got dressed and stepped out into the hallway, making sure not to accidentally step on one of the many, many roomates here.
He came out into the living room where she was watching T.V. "Thanks again for all the help.", he asked as he moved in a semi circle to see what was on the screen. "What are you watching?" He tried to stand tall, well as tall as he could for the sweats not to slide halfway up his calf. But, man , was it clean.
Garrett had felt bad imposing himself, but the Oracle was rarely wrong. At least for him. That was the part of Taoism that really did it for him. Self renewal. When she spun and pointed at him, any number of snide remarks fired through his head, but she actually asked if he wanted to come along. Karma. He had waited for his time and it had now come.
"I'd be happy to, thanks.", he said, his eyes lowering to the ground. He immediately realized he was doing it and snapped his head up suddenly.' No more time for panhandling and subsisting, Gary. ' , he had thought to himself. It was time for him to claim his gift and find all its wonderful uses. He was quite aware of its terrible uses. His time at Medical ensured that.
The screams of pain. From kids and adults alike. The horrible noises the body can make. The look of absolute terror. All of them mutants, just like him. Except that for him, his captors had devised a horrible fate. Due to their knowledge of his powers, he was actually used as a torture device on the others. At first, they had threatened him with a gun. After a few sessions, he didn't care if he was shot. So they used children as a bribe. Promising to let one forego the session should he continue. Ultimately, he was numb from it. Just as he was going to turn on the filthy humans in the room with him, the first wave of the resistance must have landed. Because all hell broke loose. Everyone ran for themselves, clearing the room. He stayed and freed those still bound, and then ran out after his own fate.
The lingering stare probably pervaded through whatever the others were talking about. He had just weathered his first repressed memory, right when he was supposed to take this chance of a lifetime. He waited quietly until the big people quit talking. When he was to go, he would quietly follow. His mind was reeling and he had to remain calm to ensure he didn't seize right here and ruin the day.
Without delay, he made his way to the bathroom. As he closed the door, he caught himself in the mirror. Been a while. Wow, did he really look this bad? How did he get here at all? These thoughts and others moved through his head quickly as he peeled his clothes off and got in the shower. As soon as the water hit his body, dirt began running down the drain. It was a shame how he had let himself go, but usually food beat hygiene. No one really cares if you are well groomed in a soup kitchen line.
He let the water get a little too hot as he tried to burn the filth away. The steam wafting his own stink at him was enough to make the hardiest retch. Lots of soap. As the layers of filth and grime came off, he could feel as if the strain and tension he had been carrying slide off as well. It was so easy to do what he had done tonight to the courier. Too easy. He really needed to try to take this mutant life in, try to make something good happen in his life as opposed to just becoming part of his own vicious cycle. His eyes were closed, the water running over his smooth face. Could he ever truly heal after what occurred at Medical?
Before he would allow those nightmarish visions enter his head, he turned the water off. Listening to the water drip, he opened his eyes. By the Gods, he had left a hideous ring in here. He'd clean it before he went to sleep. He stepped gingerly out of the tub, clean feet on a clean mat. It was nice. He toweled himself dry and looked once more in the mirror. Same man, same look. But at least he was clean now. This made him look at the pile of filthy rags he called his clothes. He had imposed a good deal, but he might need to one more time. Well, two more.
He opened the door, the steam escaping as he did. Just slightly enough to stick his head out, he called out to Petunia, "Thanks for the shower. Do you think I could wash my clothes too so I didn't have to put dirty ones back on? I hate to ask you. No is perfectly understandable." He waited for her reply, shivering a bit with the cool air coming in.
It was an interesting sight. Perhaps he could see how some people might be put off or even revulsed by this homecoming routine, but it didn't seem to bother him much. The order of everything and the cleanliness was just phenomenal. He could also imagine what she had alluded to earlier, the vengeance through these insects. Many of them were obviouly venomous. Nonetheless, he surveyed the small area and asked, " So am I here in the living room, then?" The sooner he could stretch out and meditate, the better.
He grabbed a few of the random items from the takeout bag and began hurriedly eating, trying not to look starved, but the bag of candy earlier was about all he had eaten today. He slid his shoes off and placed them neatly together beside the front door. He still feared he might soil the floor with his nasty street feet. " I hate to impose, but do you could think I could take a shower? I need one." He had hoped she wouldn't get frustrated with him, bugs or not, this beats the street. At least the bugs here won't be after him. Well, he hoped.
Cheez wiz on the head. Well, it surely beats some drunken bum's wiz. He nodded to her and said, "I think I'll survive." He was smiling again. That's always good. His eyes still remained sort of fixed in the air before him. His mind was wandering a bit. Memories, they just sort of sit there, burning through his brain at a slow, tortured pace. Hopefully, he should think about it later, at someone's house.
He put his arm before him. "After you, then, Petunia. You are the one who knows where we are going." He waited patiently, gathering the jacket and putting it in his new satchel. His teeth gleamed in the night as he replied, "Maybe we can get some kind of takeout on the way. I just inherited enough money to cover it." Good food and company. One night down.
Not the first time he got an invite to sleep on a girl's couch. It really did make more sense than finding a warm exhaust vent and definitely cleared up the possibility of being robbed, for the most part. If he hesitated, it was probably just his usual manner of trying to stay away from people, to avoid forging relationships. This was something taught to him long ago as he bounced from foster home to foster home. With the recent donation, he had enough to handle anything for a day or so and the relief of the nervous strain would keep him from causing a scene and Petunia's apartment.
"Very well. I appreciate it.", he responded to her overnight offer. If he could trust anyone, he could trust a mutant. They had as much to deal with as he did. "But your roomates, do they know about you? We won't have any problems there, will we?" He hated to sound so scared, but though the street had alot of problems it brought, it definitely brought freedom.
Either way, leaving the scene prior to the courier waking up would benefit everyone. When Petunia was ready, he would follow her lead to this apartment. Anything beats a bench.
He was rummaging through the various letters and packages she had carried, dropping bills and other envelopes. There were two boxes in the satchel, he decided to keep these for later examination, slinging the bag's strap over his shoulder. He watched as his little friend literally seemed to pull a Brazilian bird-eating spider from her sleeve." Well, I guess it is safe to say your mutation involves insects.", he said with a grin. The girl was quite pleased to put the large arachnid on the young woman. He might want to sleep with one eye open.
This new friend was very interesting. She apparently even wanted to stay around and watch his victim awaken. In a way, he did too, but he had seen more than his fair share of suffering in the Medical area. Though he had no problem using his abilities on others for personal gain, he hadn't quite gone over the lip to enjoy it yet. Would he? Perhaps he had better start looking for one of these factions. Training his abilities and getting off the street seemed the best option for him now.
He turned to his new friend."Well, it's been a pleasure to meet you. You're a real charmer. I hope you find some direction in life. I need to be going now, the night's coming and I haven't started searching for a good resting spot." He hoped he saw this girl again, that she didn't become a statistic to human-mutant violence. This girl. Hmm, what WAS her name? "You never told me your name, though."
Three factions. One good, two bad. His romantic idealism made him want to root for the underdog, but he also truly felt as if most humans were just in the way. He thought over the possibilities as she spoke. One one hand, he could join an honored organization and become a valued ally and trusted friend. On the other, he could join like-minded mutants who also believed that they were a different species altogether , and should have the right to make their own way, whatever that was. Decisions, decisions.
His thought processes were interrupted by the telltale clicking of a rollerblader, as the wheels tapped out through the cracks of the paved walkway. He rose to his feet, whispering to his companion, "Hold that thought." Looking out into the darkness an up the walkway, he listened a bit longer, deciding the sound was definitely approaching. Before he did anything else, he turned to his new friend and said, "A demonstration. While my powers aren't as flashy or violent as some might be, they are nonetheless very effective. Enjoy the show."
He walked towards the lamppost, momentarily bathed in the night's darkness. He moved to the edge of the lamp's circle of light and got down on his hands and knees. He let his head hang and his body gave a sudden, terrible jolt. He fell forward on his face and started to shake and tremble violently, a low, staggered moan emanating from him.To the casual observer, possibly the one he has invited, he looked completely out of his mind, lost in the spasms of his body. It was an act though. He was still quite aware of his surroundings. He could hear the wheels nearby coming to a stop.
The rollerblader turned out to be a courier of some sort. No doubt the evolution of bicycle couriers. She came across him and slowed, dropping to a kneepad at his side. "It'll be alright, Sir. My aunt had these all the time. Let's get you on your side." What a sweet girl, he thought. Too bad. When placed on his side, his face, hidden from the good Samaritan, stopped twitching and smiled. He was looking right at his new mutant friend.
The courier was holding him still when she herself froze like a statue. A slight yelp escaped her lips as her arms and neck started to uncontrollably seize. She twisted and fell to her side, facing away from Garrett. She lied there for a few moments, twitching, before she passed out. Garrett then sat up suddenly, brushing himself off and regaining his feet. He bent over and relieved the courier of her money and packages and then made his way back to the young Girl Scout.
"Perhaps we should go, she will probably come around shortly."
"Is there a problem you have with that?" Ah, good. His instincts had been right. Maybe he could finally start to get his bearings around here. "No, not at all. Just glad to meet someone who has something in common with me , for a change." Too many downward glances from people, too many shrieks of revulsion. Now here was someone that not only identified with him, but was actually proud of their gifts, as was he.
" I suppose my day to day struggle has kept me out of the loop, but I am seeing that many mutants are beginning to band together. Are you part of one of these organizations? Or could you tell me what you know, at least?" He may have sounded a tad desperate, but who knew when he would come across another mutant. Best to try to glean what information he could.
He looked around as evening set in. The mothers and children started to move off in polite herds. The people of the night would start to show up before long. Then he could make a little spending money.
Good to know, it might rain again tonight. She seemed friendly enough, but the only way he would know whether or not she was like him was to just bring it up. No reason to beat around the bushes. He unfolded his legs and stretched them out, though the left one was twitching a bit. He reclined a bit on the back of the bench and made himself more comfortable. Everything was clam and quiet, for the most part. It made for a seizure free evening, he hoped. For him.
"So, here's a great icebreaker. I'm a mutant and I think you might be one too." At this point, he was guaranteed an outcome. Either he was right and may have met an ally, or he was wrong and the young girl would run screaming and return with nasty cops wielding PR-24's. Either way, it would help define the night's business. As he waited for a response, he hoped of course that the former possibility was true.
He was unsure of his allegiances. It was apparent that mutants were now gathering in groups, a sure sign of a response to the end of the camps. Better to start figuring out where he stood now than wait til something drastic happened.
Rainbows of chocolate dropped into his hand. He automatically shoved the lot into his mouth, crunching away in sugared glee. He could tell she wasn't impressed with his manners, but he hadn't had fresh candy in some time, so he just had to indulge. Mmmmmmm. His eyes seemed to shine with fresh energy from the sugar. After a long pause of munching and slurping on chocolate, he stopped and took a breath.
"So, sorry, just couldn't help myself. That was delicious." He even found himself licking his fingers. "I suppose the last few days had left me out of it. Garrett Wills. Nice to meet you." He offered the candy free hand to greet her. He hoped his moment of gluttony hadn't turned her off too badly, but he would probably do it again.
"Do you live around here? I'm in permanent temporary housing, at the moment." The night's smells were coming around as the nocturnal plants began to open as their daytime counterparts rested. He found her pretty fascinating and needed to wait a while before his potential donations came anyway.
Well, he got his wish. She seemed to float the distance. She was walking, but so lightly. in this direction. She sat down next to him. He had been instinctual and now he was at a loss for words. She had asked him if he needed help. Now he probably did, his mouth hanging slackjawed. All at once, his mind jumped in to save him. "Where did you learn such grace? Are you an acrobat or dancer?", he queried of her. Wow, did that just come out of his mouth? Sheesh.
"Want some?" Indeed he did. Chocolate would do him well, right now, a bit of sugar to get those synapses firing properly. Night was falling quickly as the long shadows started to fade into general twilight. He noticed her eyes seemed to nearly glow in this light, the phenomenal shade of green piercing his senses. " I'd love some, thanks. " He offered out a cupped hand, his eyebrows raised in anticipation.
He waited to hear the reply to his rambling question. In the meantime, he thought she was rather spunky. A wild spirit. Don't get alot of those lately with the degrees of oppression of late. His eyes were firmly planted on his hand as he waited to feel each, cool, candy coated shell touch his palm.
Park benches weren't the greatest beds, but after the rain earlier, it was the only choice. Garrett looked around here, the benches backed up to a small hill. It seemed like the best place to lie down, or his feet were tellin him to go wherever, just get off of us. A grin slipped through the side of his mouth. He had been much happier, nearly free of anxiety, since he had discovered the more potent turn that his powers had taken. He found a fairly isolated bench and took a load off.
He had found a jacket in the trash. It had smelled a little gamey, so he gave it a few rinses and twists in the fountains nearby. He hung it gingerly on the edge of the bench, letting it drip dry in the air. He pulled his legs up and sat in a lotus position. Good to be off the feet. He looked out at the coming night, wondering what fortune would come by.
While scanning the scenery, his eyes fell on a small .."girl"? She was flitting, flitting? It was hard to tell from here, but though she was apparently jumping from bench to bench, the small moment between jumps seemed too graceful for a ...human. Hmm. Ever since he had become Taoist, he had found that there were no coincidences in this world. It should seem no surprise that people like himself would become more apparent, when his own blessings were revealing themselves.
It seemed relatively quiet and slow around here, so he looked both ways and then made a shrill whistle towards the girl. When her head turned in his direction, he made eye contact and cocked his head up and backwards, a nod. He lifted his arm and beckoned to her. When one was already in the River, one does best to swim.
