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.
Sipping his soda, Garrett rose from the stool he was seated at, walking in a semi circle around Maya. It was too bad that she didn't want any of it. he sort of liked her cooties. Mr. Aurum was being a pleasant piece of background, catering to her needs. It was friendly and perfect for her. When his role of room filler was mentioned, he smiled. " Not sure if anyone is paying rent yet. The Clinic, unfortunately, is akin to a tomb usually. I have been spending most of my time at the Infirmary, helping DocProf out here and there. It's nice to meet new people."
He thought Aurum was pretty new, but apparently he knew things about Garrett anyway. An agent? A psychic? It really was irrelevant. Nowadays, if people were seeking Garrett out, he just waited for them to appear. The rest generally worked itself out. There were quite a few materials in the box below him. " Looks like some kind of promotional stuff? New author, maybe?' The sound of air and sugar water slipped through the straw as Garrett had quickly emptied the glass. he kept it preferring to root around for little puddles of it between the ice.
Looking both directions to ensure discretion, he asked Maya a simple question. " Are you still Vega or Maya now? So I know what to call you?" His eyes drifted over to the international section in the meantime.
Indeed, the interior of the building looked much different from the exterior. It didn't even look like the same building, as if he had just walked into another dimension rather than inside a building. The suits brought him to what looked exactly like an interrogation room. The scene became darker as he continued, as Garrett's anxiety grew.There were only three of them now in the small space, the man before him offering his hand. Garrett took it, the man's neural map spreading like a disease over his body for the moment. He passed on the water. Taking the seat offered at the table, he noticed a brunette woman sitting near him. She had a nasty wound on her face. He wondered if it hurt.
They moved directly to the questions, wasting little time. In a way, he respected that. However, no one had ever said he was arrested or much of anything. Just 'Sit there' or 'Walk this way', accompanied by head gestures and pointing fingers. It was ominous, to say the least. He tried to peer and squint at the papers being shuffled before him, but they were being manipulated by a bureaucratic master. Garrett felt a little jealous. " Garrett Theodore Wills. I live in two places, my primary residence being at Apt B above the Iris Clinic. I also have a room at the Xavier Secondary School. Since I work at both the Clinic and the Mansion's Infirmary, I find myself in one place or the other. I am twenty two years old. My gift is that of neural manipulation. Once I touch someone, I see a map of their nervous system. Should I stay in contact with a person for an extended amount of time, I can do all sorts of things to them. Increase or decrease sensation, from pain to pleasure. Though honestly, I have more experience with the former. I can also incapacitate and paralyze a subject by removing their motor control." His eyes flickered between the two, gauging their reactions. He noticed the man looked at him with suspicion and maybe a twinkling of fear? once he realized that contact was the catalyst.
Sparkling and delicious. The man could put together a mean soda, just the way Garrett liked it. Garrett looked at the change on the counter. Ah, friendly conversation at the local bookstore. Garrett should have been coming over more often. the atmosphere was lovely. It was a real shame that he had allowed a bruised ego and some assorted psychotic tendencies to get in the way of such pleasant diversions. The sound of the back door interrupted the silence, a large box walking in. The melodic lilting breeze of Maya's voice ushered in the box, which soon landed on the ground. He remembered the smile of enthusiasm she wore with happy nostalgia.
"Hi, Garrett. You don't often come round these parts." He tipped his fedora in her direction. "A dire mistake I intend to correct in the future, Mrs. Csendes." As she requested a sip of his delicious soda, he slid it to the edge of the counter in her direction. The jig was up though, as he had not escaped with a free drink as she would surely expect him to. before Aurum could make an calculations, he took what remained and dropped it in the jar as well, stirring the assortment of bills and change with one of the spare stirring sticks at the counter, following it with a slight shrug. " Consider it a donation to the minds of those who come here to learn."
Now they were returning to regular conversation, which Garrett was happy with. Considering the many ways that the situation could have gone sour, he had little reason to do much of anything except be happy with that outcome and move on from there. So it seemed that she was fine with him speaking to her in a childlike manner. Instead of wrestling with it, he just decided to accept it and have fun with it. “Use child word is okay, is…is words sound? Is way I be candied?” He didn't want to laugh, but Garrett did smile. He was completely unsure of what she meant to say, but she was already sweet and probably delicious. No reason to be candied.
She rose on her own, foregoing his hand. Again, not a slight. Considering what occurred the last time he touched her, it made perfect sense. Many people didn't like Garrett touching them. Some of those people had good reason to do so. She was looking around the Clinic with the same timid curiosity that he had recalled from the day they met at the Mansion. He made no effort to stop her. There was nothing that she could harm, so why not look around? "You be doctor here?" Now, he had the opportunity to do as she wished.
"No, I drive van and bring sick people here for Sebastian. Sebastian is mutant healer, not doctor yet. I do other things. I am detective. " It was very easy this way. Garrett decided there and then that overthinking was for the birds, unless it was for a reason that merited it. However, he realized that he had let his job with a government organization slip out of his mouth, though up to this point, he had not allowed this information to slip. He had even kept it to himself in front of Maya, but with Madlaina, it had just slid right out. Even a detective could sniff out the relevance of such an event. She was also moving down the hall, so everything was fine.
It was sort of a quiet ride. The suits weren't the talkative types, or they were, but Garrett had nothing to feed them. Best to just wait and find out for himself what questions were to be asked. He could figure out what at least half of them were on his own. They hadn't cuffed or collared him, which was odd, but reasonable. They probably knew bullets went through Garrett just like they did anyone else. Not like it mattered, since one of these suits was not like the others, one of these suits was not like the same. Garrett couldn't do anything with his gifts if he wanted to.
The tint was heavy, but not so heavy that he couldn't see that they were pulling up to a ferry. Leaving Manhattan? Didn't seem like there were all that many options. Maybe it was a crossover or something. The window scenery was just about all there was to enjoy on this ride. There was a brief moment where he thought he might be shot, as he was left alone with the man who must have been nerfing his abilities. It seemed the others were on phones and talking among themselves, various head nods and glances pointed in Garrett's direction. The ferry puttered along until they arrived at a very quiet place.
Just because he couldn't hear outside the vehicle, the island spoke volumes of silence. Rows and rows of small markers in the ground, with occasional Gothic monuments here and there. The vehicle moved on at a snail's pace, as if Garrett were being given a tour. Hopefully that meant he would see it again. He still hadn't put the idea out of his mind that of one of these little markers could soon be over his cooling corpse. A dilapidated abandoned town came into view next. It was eerie. The buildings themselves appeared to be so ancient they might just topple over, though Garrett swore he could see lights and movement from their innards. Finally, they stopped. Everyone exited except for the special escort. The others walked into the two story building before him. The engine was still running.
Down the stairs, Garrett's fingers trailed over the wooden wall. He had a mild case of the scaredsies, but that was natural, considering what would be his fate. He stepped out into the parking lot, looking at the sky. For a day of reckoning, it was pretty nice outside. Walking through the alley, the sounds of metal he had heard became clear. Two cars were joined in a union of smoke and twisted metal, the drivers trying to come to their senses. Looking down the street both ways, there were several scenes like the one before him, dotted with people sitting or shakily trying to get to their feet.
His initial instinct was to wade into it and try to help. He was an EMT after all. However, the thought of the first person he touched reliving a taste of what they had just experienced was a problem. Thoughts of angry fingers and burning torches came next. He'd take his chances with the justice system. Of course, he could also end up being the sole cause for a new Registration Act. Stepping over bodies and avoiding the occasional wayward driver, he tried to keep it internal. There still didn't seem to be any other reasonable solution.
The precinct nearest them wasn't too far. He was just passing the Full Circle. Any desire to step inside and beg for forgiveness was neatly folded and buried in a drawer of responsibility. All of that was over now. Whatever he had told people would have to do. It would just be a matter of time before the epicenter of the wave would be assessed. Then there would be torches at the Clinic. He'd have none of that. he'd just have to man up and---
--SSCCCRREEEEEEEECH--
Another accident incoming? he just closed his eyes. Being hit by the car might make the trip easier. A door opened and he heard his name. " Garrett Wills?" His head swiveled in that direction. A man in a black suit and tie was looking at him in a very Mr. Smith way. The handgun he had pointed at Garrett said plenty as well. " Damn, you guys are fast." He saw a badge that had the same organization name as Tyranny Jones, the kooky lady, had showed him. These people really had their s*** together. He got the general drift. The black SUV zoomed away.
Why don't these new human power posers just go to Club Evo? It already exists for a scene backdrop and those drugged weekend warriors could mutate their night away among the real deal.
It appeared that his attempts at mending the situation had been successful. she no longer appeared to be ready to run for the door. When she looked at him, he got the distinct impression that she might be comprehending him. That was a good feeling. She also sympathized with him over the difficulties of language. More than likely she had a harder time than she did. Who knew? One thing was for sure, once she began to understand and speak English more clearly, both of them would get along easier.
"Why you sorry is hard?" Garrett just shrugged it off as he got back on his feet. " I don't know. I guess I should think more before I talk. I probably talk fast to you. I just don't want to talk to you like a child." He stepped outside for a moment, propping the outer door open with his foot as he brought her bicycle in. Closing the door back, he walked it over to an open exam room and wheeled it inside, closing the door.
Returning to her, he offered his hand. " Why don't you get up. I think we are okay now. If you like, we can go upstairs to my apartment. Or stay here. Whatever you want." Garrett was happy enough that she was still there with him. No more mistakes.
It looked like the same guy was still working for Maya. That was good, especially with the economy. " Hey Aurum, good to see you. Can I get a half raspberry, half blackberry Italian soda? Plenty of ice, big cup. I don't know what you call them here." He put a five dollar bill on the counter and another in the tip jar. He pulled the Post over and began to leisurely thumb through it. Lots of aftermath articles, especially in public commentary sections. The conspiracy nuts were doing the misinforming for him. They were good like that.
" I don't know if you remember me. I'm Garrett Wills.I work over at the Iris Clinic with Sebastian. The place is looking good here, how's business? It's been pretty slow at the Clinic." That would probably do for initial small talk. His eyes turned back to the paper before him. He could smell the torani syrup. Nothing like fruity refreshment on a summer day.
What a lovely day. It smelled like freedom. Garrett smiled at various passersby, tingling a little with the secret knowledge that he was their monster, their terrorist agendas, walking right out in their midst, tipping his hat to ladies and smiling at children. It was a lovely hat. It hadn't been worn in so long. He had dug it out of his closet, remembering the last time he wore it when he visited with Iris after another neural event. It was now the hat of choice for such occasions. Fortunately for his ego, but unfortunately for his wardrobe, the suit that matched it had become large, now that he was in better shape.
No wandering and walking. Brooding was a face of the past. No, Sir. These days were days of purpose, for men of action. Garrett had worn the jacket over a wifebeater, jeans and grey shoes in tow. So, maybe he looked a little like a scary pimp. That was OK, because he wasn't a pimp. Anyone who might call him one could be construed as a fan. That was the way to look at things. Freedom and sanity did strange things to our hero, being new experiences.
The lovely chime pinged off as the revolving door rolled the man in. his head swiveled on its axis, looking at the place that had always been a backdrop for cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs time. Now that it was not that time of day, coffee seemed the thing to do. It was a bookstore, there was coffee. Or wait! Maybe a nice Italian soda. Yes, something cool and refreshing. There was one problem, though. No one was minding the store. Fortunately there was a nice big shiny bell to solve that problem.
She slowly began to regain control of herself, slipping away from him. He had really scared her and didn't know what to do about it. How to explain it properly. It would be easier if she could understand him."What you do? Take my ...Take my insides? You take a people's energy?" Garrett wrestled with the idea and how to explain it properly. How would he explain it to a child? No, scratch that. He was going on the assumption that all children comprehended English. His feelings weren't congealing around the topic. " I was just trying to calm you down. It was my mistake."
"I no like that. You trap me." His head shook instinctively at the suggestion. " No..no I didn't. It's hard to explain. " It looked dismal until an idea flickered to life in his mind. He had the gifts he had bought for her at Full Circle. What a crappy time to give them, but at least it might help. Rising slowly, not making sudden movements, Garrett put his finger out. " Wait here just a sec, okay?" he moved carefully around the desk and down the hall. Once he made it through the back door, he ran up the stairs and into his apartment, worried she might run away while he was gone. The FC bag sat on the counter where he had brought it in the day before. He decided to keep some of the gift intact, if he could ever mend this misunderstanding. fishing out the one thing that could help him, he ran back downstairs, leaving his door open.
When he got back in the Clinic, he wiped the slight sweat from his brow and tried to be cool, walking back to his spot. He sat down and opened the dictionary. " I bought a dictionary so I could talk to you better. I had it already, hoping to see you again. Let's see." His fingers flipped through pages.He chuckled when he saw what the book said. " Nervi Control? " He looked at the front of the book. " Really? He focused quickly, trying a different way to calm her down." Utiliza...mutaţie...relaxa..nervi?" His look suddenly mirrored the one she normally wore. Unsure of his words, he tried to push on. "Niciodată...utiliza mutaţie...binele.." He tossed the book down in frustration. Shrugging slightly and putting his best sorry face on, mixed with a slight smile, he added,"I see how hard it is. Sorry."
A slow breath exhaled into the night. It had rained recently and there were puddles dotted here and there over the dark surface of the rooftop. The back light of streetlamps below gave the man something to reflect on at his feet. Looking into the natural mirror, his eyes saw what was standing above it. There was a reason he was wearing that mask. Countless reasons across the city. Countless reasons throughout time. Perhaps Garrett didn't have it in him. Good thing Seizure did. The countenance rose from the moment of quiet introspection, gazing at the gap before him with a fresh perspective. Breaths came evenly now, muscles tightened a second before the burst of motion. Feet padded across the rooftop, each one hitting the surface with a solid sureness. The edge came and it went as he flew through the air.
-----Last night----
Before tackling real opponents, ones with gifts like his own, Garrett thought it best to try regular drug dealers first. He had picked up the info from headquarters. These were third cousins, twice removed from the ones he really wanted to track. So if he failed, it would be painful, but not unforgivable. he had watched their routines, knew their patterns. He knew that they came here to this warehouse each night to distribute their toxins. Four to six gun handlers, two henchman and a well dressed man, passing out the daily rations. Just before distribution, it was collection of the last night's take. Occasionally there were brief squabbles. Then four to six became three to five. The suit was ready. So was he.
Garrett watched it happen. The desired effect occurred first, the anger in her nerves slowing. He was pleased, though it occurred to him that testing untested applications of his abilities on impulse wasn't the best idea. But that's why it was an impulse. He just couldn't stand to see her hurt herself. He couldn't stand to see her in pain, but as her body started to slide limp and loose, it was apparent that he needed more control. Not of the mutation, but of himself. It was always just so easy to quiet someone, though, in the past it had been to silence them, not quiet them.
Her sleepy violet eyes dulled as she looked at him blearily.Her arm tugged at his grip weakly and she said words that punctuated his belief. ....No hurt me....Please don't hurt... With the request, his hand released her and he quickly scuttled back several feet, seated on his knees. The look on his face was one of confusion and regret. " I'm sorry." His eyes trailed to the floor before him before straining to rise and meet her own." I just couldn't stand to see you in pain." And then, he didn't say anything at all. He just sat there quietly, observing his handiwork. It made him nauseous.
His hands turned to face him, palm up. He looked at them as if they were things, not part of his body. His mind sunk deeper than his heart had previously. He just shook his head at his hands, forgetting she was there entirely for a moment. How many died because of his gift? If it was truly a gift, what was its application? His hands withered into pitiful fists before returning to his side. His body slumped sideways as he rested on the sides of his legs. She was still there, recovering from an impulse. This was why he was alone. "Forgive me."
Garrett was still unsure of what had happened to her. it was traumatic though, there was no denying that."No! not good, not good... Hands is not good." She was flailing pushing his hands away. had someone assaulted her? Garrett's mind cycled through terrible scenarios as he tried to understand, pulling his hands away as ordered. Her hands slapping his own away only served to increase the intensity of the mapping process, though it was stuttering with the wild swinging. He tried to listen to her, remaining close. There was some kind of accident with her hands...Oh.
She had touched something by accident and it had triggered a memory. Apparently this was not a memory that she wanted, to say the least. His chest ached at the sight of her trembling and crying. he wanted to help her, but how? he couldn't knock her out. Well, he could, but he didn't think that would be the right response. She barely knew him and waking up in his apartment after a lapse of consciousness would definitely escalate the panic. She descended into a stream of Romanian, the language cut off to him. What was still clear was the darkness of the memory and the damage it had inflicted.
She switched back to English, her eyes setting on his. The look she gave him he never wanted to see again. He didn't want to imagine what she had seen, especially from his vague understanding of its content. She did not want it in her head. He could not take it out, though. What he could do, was attempt something he hadn't in some time. Not since Maya in the future. Not since Alexandra in the Mansion. Those times it had been for a slightly more nefarious purpose. Well, not with Maya, but of course...He shook it out of his head. No time for reminiscing. Heal her.
He grabbed her wrist so she couldn't hit herself anymore. Once their skin made contact again, he closed his own eyes, focusing on the mapping. He didn't want to scare her with the slight restraint. " Please, Madlaina! Don't hit yourself. Relax. Breathe. Shhhhhhh..." Even before the mapping process was complete, Garrett did the same thing he had envisioned with Alexandra, only on a massive scale. He tried to control himself , so that he didn't slide from euphoria to anesthesia. His gift swept over her rattled nerves like God's gentle hand over a field of wheat. Warm spring breezes blowing through the sheaves. he only wanted her to relax, to feel calm, to feel peace.
The sound of a horn blaring in the distance and tires screeching snapped Garrett from his violet daydream. The city was recuperating it seemed, as drivers continued to do what they did best. Honk and scream. The broom was placed on the wall, The box, now rather heavy with the remains of the chore, was tossed into the dumpster. He looked down toward the parking lot. the van probably needed a good washing next. He could probably use one too at some point. Showers were great for shedding skin. Looking back up the alley to the sidewalk, he saw someone on a bicycle. No, he saw her on a bicycle. What a fortuitous event.
Walking up the alley, he heard the rickety metallic crash of a bike being dropped on the ground, followed by feet thudding up the stairs into the Clinic. had she been in an accident? Maybe that beep...Garrett picked up the pace, rounding the corner of the building. He stopped and picked her bicycle up, carrying it to the porch to help increase its chances of being there when she came back outside. He heard her scream. That dug into his heart, but when he heard that the shrill sound was in the form of his name, it plunged deeper. He slung the front door open, seeing her sitting on the ground in front of the desk.
He moved to her quickly, kneeling before her. She was crying. Those violet jewels were leaking and all he wanted to do was to dry them and see them shine again. He ran his fingers through her hair, moving it from her face. Her face began to light up with neural mapping as his skin touched her scalp." Madlaina? What happened? Did you get in an accident?" He would take care of it. He would take care of her.
