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.
It was one of those days where Danny was unimaginably bored. There were more of these days than not, sadly. But he had found something to tamp down the boredom for now - a grand opening of a bar of some sort. But the sign did say that it was a jazz bar, which was fine in Danny's book.
The first thing he saw was a cat-lady of some sort, which was interesting. And new, at the very least. Her question did catch his attention, though, for obvious reasons.
"Are you mutant friendly?"
He turned slightly, facing the direction of the man who seemed to run the bar and the cat woman, very interested in the response. It wasn't like it would affect him that much, considering that unlike most, he could and usually did easily pose as a human. The one problem was that he really did look underage - in his teens, in fact, which was a huge problem, considering that he always wanted to try the drinks at new bars.
"Yes, otherwise I'd have to fire myself." Okay. Good so far. "However even the queen of the Jungle needs to show ID. For legal reasons."
Well, crap.
Technically, Danny didn't exist, considering he was 250+ years old. So he didn't have an ID. His solution? He started to inch his way past the two, trying to seem as unobtrusive as possible. The owner may also be a mutant, and openly one at that, but Danny still preferred to lay under the radar whenever possible.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Just what I said. Pretty much a waste of time wandering over here. That had to be the most boring bank robbery I've ever seen. Only one explosion and a pair of charred corpses with a nice quiet getaway. Effective, but completely boring."
Despite the fact that Danny had never meet this woman before, and probably would never run into her by chance ever again, he couldn't help but feel a little bit offended. She had the nerve to criticize his bank robbing skills? It was his first one, for Christ's sake. It wasn't like he had the experience or anything to do something more exciting. He almost opened his mouth to actually defend himself to her, but shut it rapidly before he said something to embarrass himself. Instead, he said (still rather defensively), "What, you can do better? If so, feel free to share. I'm completely open to suggestions."
Okay, maybe he said that a bit sarcastically. And maybe a bit rudely. But he always had been a bit arrogant, and he really didn't like people criticizing him.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
That one word served to lift Danny's spirits a lot more than it should have. He wasn't used to kindness, or acceptance, for that matter - the usual mutant struggles, though sometimes worse for him. Living forever gets awfully dull at some point.
"Make sure you come through the front door, and I'll make sure the security system doesn't mow you down. And really, I do mean it. I don't care if you need a play to lay low, or just a free smoothie. The Mansion is supposed to be a safe haven for mutants. As long as we know you are coming, you're welcome."
She held out a hand, which he accepted graciously, shaking hands with her.
"Nice meeting you, Danny. See you around."
He smiled, just a little, and said, “Thanks.” He honestly, sincerely meant that, and he was legitimately grateful for the opportunity that Mirror had graciously given him. And with that, he gave a little wave, then slid down the fire escape they had both come up on. He started jogging, not looking back, to where his bike was parked. He wasn’t sure where to go next, but he knew that he’d be by the X-Mansion soon.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Oh? Um, just for the record, I didn't think so?" Okay, that was good. He was really, really bad at not implicating himself of doing bad things, which probably came from years and years of not needing to be careful.
"Alex?" She sounded quite fond of him, actually. "Yeah, the hawk thing was him. So he had been right on that, at least. Good to know.
"Mine might as well not exist, it's just that useful," she finally said after what seemed to be hesitation. She didn't seem like Danny in that she would boast about her mutation everywhere - he was a bit arrogant in that sense, but mainly because there were no possible repercussions that would affect him unduly. "And, uh, keep your voice down. Not that it matters that much, but I'd rather keep this job, you know?" Oh, whoops.
"Sorry," he said sheepishly, glancing around. The coffee shop seemed to be pretty much deserted by now, with only a bored looking barista working at the counter. He motioned to her, saying, "It looks like your shift is about over. Want to head somewhere more private?" And that came out more creepily than intended. Much, much more creepily. "Uh, not like that," he hurried to add on. "I meant that Central Park is nearby, and there's a significantly smaller chance of us getting attacked by anti-mutant supremacists, if you know what I mean."
[OOC: Ack, school. Really sorry about the slow post.]
"Hey, man, I'm not trying to die here." Danny held back a barely-suppressed snicker at his new friend's choice of wording, seeing as that was almost always Danny's Plan B - dying. He glanced around rapidly, trying to figure out something else to do. Catching sight of Tobias again, he saw the other mutant subtly motion to some birds nearby. "If sh*t hits the fan." Backup. That was very good. Danny could work with that.
He stood up slowly, turning to face the two policemen. Their hands started to reach for their guns, wary of him - as they should be, because in the next instant, Danny drew his knife and threw it at the taller of the two. It spun on its way to the target, the handle hitting the policeman square in the skull, and he went down. The other policeman drew his gun with a shout, and aimed it. Good. Danny could handle being shot.
But then the man shifted aim towards Tobias.
Goddammit.
Danny launched himself into the bullet's path, grunting as it hit him in the stomach. That would hurt and probably mean a slow death, but that didn't matter. Civilians first. But he landed on the ground in a rather ungainly manner, and obviously didn't curl up. If he did, it was human/mutant nature to do things like that. Wasn't his fault.
In fact, the most irritating part of this whole scenario was the fact that his "dramatic death" was pointless, seeing as he'd literally just come back to life again, meaning that the whole thing was really a lot less dramatic for everyone. Sadly, it did mean that he was now incapacitated, and Tobias would have to figure out the other policeman on his own.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
”Nice tech. It looks like it needs to be dismantled sometime soon so I can study it.” Even though he was almost a hundred percent sure she was joking, he still bristled a bit, though not visibly. He was rather fond of that gauntlet, considering he’d built it himself. Also, dismantling it was probably not a good idea, considering he’d likely be left with his whole hand rather mangled by the end. He could just kill himself some other way, but it was better to just avoid situations or thinking about situations that included the removal of the glove.
”Kidding, but seriously. It looks killer." He dismissed the pun as innocuous at first, but then realized something. She had moved past the more explosive part of his mutation rather quickly, and from what he knew of her, she didn’t seem like the kind of person to do that. Only then did he review the past bit of conversation and the put the pieces together.
Well, whoops.
“Um, just for the record, I don’t really run around town killing myself for no reason,” he said quickly. “Because suicide is still a rather unpleasant experience, and I have no reason to just blow up things because it’s fun.” More like because he had a reason, but he wasn’t going to implicate himself any further. Trying to change the subject, he said, “So, enough about my mutation. What about yours? I guessed before that it was either the animals or something else, but it looked more like the other kid was the one who could control the hawk."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
[OOC: I am SO sorry. School is being a huge pain, so I haven't gotten a chance to post until now.]
"Well, for one, you can allow me to find you if you want. You're right, you would be a liability at the Mansion, but that doesn't mean you can't visit. You'll find me there most of the time if you need anything... if you wanna talk, train, or, dunno, need hep with something. So, if you don't wanna give me a way to contact you, I can just let things open for you to contact me. How's that sound?"
Finding him. He wasn't super out-of-date like movie immortals were - he had a phone, an address, and an Instagram. (He didn't use it too often, though, because one can only stay so hidden when their life consisted mostly of #blewupthebronx #oops #lol.) Visiting the Mansion sounded perfectly fine to him, though - for starters, he wouldn't have to worry about the house attacking him whenever he got into the general vicinity of it, thanks to his botched attempt at a break-in a while ago. And leaving things open for him to contact her sounded even better. He was unlikely to need help anytime soon, seeing as there was nothing really that you couldn't get out of with a little death and fire, but the offer was much appreciated.
"Sure," he said, giving what seemed like a nonchalant shrug. In reality, he was excited. Really, really excited. This was the first time he'd had a contingency plan of some sort that wasn't suicide. And feeling like he was somebody that others cared about was a new experience for him. Which he supposed made him slightly needy, but best not to dwell too much on that.
In a spur-of-the-moment decision, Danny suddenly reached inside his coat, pulling out a notebook and flipping it open. He scrawled a number on the first page - his number - before tearing it out, handing it to Mirror. "Actually, you know what, take this. It's my number. I figured that there’s no point in only one of us knowing how to contact the other, and I can always pop by the Mansion if I need help or something."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
For those of you in a thread with me, I'm really, really sorry. School is being a giant pain in the butt right now, because HOMEWORK, and I've managed to get sick with something that I can't get medicine for. So I'll be back at some point, maybe posting sporadically on and off for the next month or so until I figure it out. But yeah, I'm not dead. That is all.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Did I say anything about being a mutant? Danny didn't respond, only giving her a look that pretty much said that it was obvious, for all the reasons he'd used to deduce it before - heading to the X-Mansion with a mutant friend, getting chased by a mutant-hater...
"No biggie? You got to be kidding. As for me, well, life is going on. You'd think it shouldn't, but it is." Strange thing to say. He'd've hated for his efforts in saving her to have gone to waste so soon. And seriously, to him, it was no problem. This was literally a way of life for him. It was just strange to her because she wasn't used to being immortal.
Her next question caught him by surprise, though. "Do you ever die on purpose?"
"Uh, yeah," he responded, a little confused but mostly taken aback. "That's why I stepped in between you and your attacker when we first met and tried to motion you two off. I was kind of hoping he'd shoot and incapacitate himself in the resulting explosion. Also, this." He waved his gauntleted arm, tapping the black and blue glove. "Suicide button's on this. It serves to fight, as a taser glove thing and to blow me up." He sincerely hoped she didn't try to test that theory. He really did like this coffee shop.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Shift? Not really. It's more like, show up and we'll pay you kind of thing. You wouldn't have. I, uh, just figured recently that I might do something a bit useful with my spare time. The X-Mansion is cool. I'd have no reason to think though, that somebody might attempt to... break in."
He had learned several things from that. One, he might get a job in this coffee shop at some point. His schedule was hectic, in between various petty crimes and holdups and real work and the such, so that might be an easy way to make money. Not that he needed it. And another point - it looked like she had seen the ad for the condos (dammit), and the unspoken question of his age hovered in the air. And breaking in. It was said coldly, and he winced slightly, waiting until she was done speaking to respond. Maybe now was a good time to answer that age question.
"Yeah, about that. I'm a mutant like you, as you may have noticed." He assumed she was a mutant - she had been headed to the X-Mansion with her mutant friend, and their attacker had been a mutant-hater. "That's why I went to your rescue - my mutation is basically a phoenix thing. I go by Firebird sometimes, because what happens is when I die, I die in a fiery explosion, and promptly come back to life. I heard something about humans who could neutralize mutants' powers, and as you could imagine, with my specific skill set, I got worried." He was unconsciously reminded of a conversation with another female mutant recently. It looked like he wasn't getting over the whole breaking in thing anytime soon. "I broke into the X-Mansion for information, got caught by one of the X-Men, and left." He didn't mention the whole 'getting left in the forest while dead and soaking wet' thing, though he let his distaste show when he said the last part.
"But yeah, that's what I've been doing. No biggie. What about you?"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Grey skin. A featureless face. Danny was seeing flashes of what must be the mutant's true form, and he felt a faint glimmer of hope and surprise that his plan might actually work.
Then he sensed a subtle shift in expression, and he was almost ninety percent sure that talking had just fled the other mutant's vocabulary.
"Girl... sweet child, come here." That was bad. That sounded very bad. The girl started to stumble towards the enemy mutant, and Danny stiffened in anticipation.
"This boy, he means to harm me! You must get rid of him! Help me!"
Oh, sh*t.
Danny easily sidestepped the clumsy tackle from the girl, and racked his brain for ways to get out of this situation with minimal civilian casualties. The easiest method seemed to be to kill the mutant. But as he was about to reach for his knife, a wave of exhaustion passed over him, and he realized that the other mutant was redoubling her attack. That was problematic. What to do now?
He did the only thing left - with the remaining dregs of his quickly sapping energy, he threw himself at the mutant, hitting the suicide button on his gauntlet right before he made contact, ensuring that she would get hit with the full force of the blast should she stay put. Right before his flying tackle, though, he tried to shove the other girl as hard as he could to the side. He may have missed entirely, he was so tired, but he hoped she'd get out of the way in time.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Nice article, was the first thing she said to him, and he glanced down at the magazine, having just flipped the page. He winced. This wasn't the most reputable science journal out there, but it did have quite a bit of tips on hacking. In fact, probably more tips than should be strictly legal, but it wasn't like he minded. Any non-hacking related article was usually complete and utter crap, as demonstrated by this title.
"Soo..." Right, she was still there. There'd been a few moments of silence as she read a bit of the essay upside-down, but clearly she had finished. He waited for her to say more, but she didn't, so he assumed that meant he should be the one to do most of the talking.
He shrugged, a bit unsure of what to say now that his brilliant plan of calling her over had finished. "Yeah, sorry for invading your shift, I come here often. I, uh..." He motioned in the general direction of the sprawl of actually somewhat classy condos down the street. "I live nearby." Only realizing then that an advertisement for said condos was up - with an exorbitantly high price for one - he hurried to change the subject, not willing to dwell on the topic of his considerable wealth. "I, uh, was surprised to see you here today. Haven't seen you before. So how's the X-Mansion? Tried to break into there recently. Wasn't fun." And his failure of conversation skills strike again. Goddammit. He needed to talk to more people, at this rate.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Not particularly. It's not every day that someone blows up cars on the street so I figured I'd take a look and see what was happening. Doesn't look like there's a whole hell of a lot more going on though, so maybe it was a waste of time."
She sounded bored, which partly offended Danny and partly relieved him. Anybody who wasn't intimidated by the fact that he was likely a mutant, and not the nicest one at that, was likely a not-very-nice mutant as well. He could work with that, as long as she didn't interfere with his plans.
Speaking of which, Tyrone and the goons were heading out, with bags of money slung over their shoulders. Danny glanced at them, then back at the woman. "In that case, excuse me," he said politely, and darted off to intercept the group on their way back to the van. After a silent but quick exchange, the thugs along with the other mutant got into the van and drove off, leaving Danny with a bag of bills. He'd counted - exactly two thousand. He glanced back at the woman to check if she had moved, then quickly ducked into an alleyway, handing the bag off to a teenager and pressing a payment of two hundred into the kid's hand. The teenager ran off with excitement, disappearing into the shadows. He was one of Danny's many "friends," homeless children who he fed for no price. This one had been paid to quickly ferry off the money away from the scene of the crime, leaving Danny as a "witness" to incorrectly inform the police of what had just occurred. He strolled back to the woman, business finished. "Sorry about that," he said pleasantly. "What were you saying about a waste of time?"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Oh, you know. You know, you're one of the only mutants I've met face to face like this. Ha ha, you must've met a ton of mutants. Small talk, right?"
Danny raised an eyebrow. He was actually rather surprised that the other mutant - Tobias, was it? - had never met another mutant before. In a bustling metropolis like New York City, there were bound to be a few hundred - maybe even a few thousand - of them, but most of them probably didn't have super obvious mutations. The two of them certainly didn't, and it was only by chance that they had even figured out that the other was a mutant, anyway. Danny opened his mouth, and was about to say something, when he was suddenly stopped.
"Well, well," a menacing voice drawled. Danny glanced up, and saw that two beat cops were making their way down the stone steps to the shoreline. The shorter one of the two, the one who had spoken, was tapping his baton against his other hand in what was clearly supposed to be an imposing manner, but didn't quite reach that point. "What 'ave we 'ere? A little mutie gatherin', issit?"
Dammit. Clearly, they had witnessed most of the conversation from above, and weren't the nicest people when it came to mutants. Danny swore under his breath.
"Yeah, I think it is," the first man continued. His partner was nodding vigorously. "Whaddya say we take 'em in for questionin', partner? Who knows what illegal sh*t dese freaks 'r up to."
Danny cut in before the short man'a partner could respond, with a rather eloquent, "F**k off," and a smoothly raised middle finger. He didn't give a crap about disrespecting jerk policemen, but suddenly realized with horror that Tobias probably didn't have the same advantage Danny did when it came to staying off the grid. The mutant turned his head ever so slightly, just enough so that he could make eye contact with Tobias, and mouthed, "Don't turn around." If the officers saw his face, he'd be in trouble, even as Danny was in the clear.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
There was a certain coffee shop, only a few minutes' walk from Danny's apartment, that sold the most delicious chocolate muffins he'd ever tasted on this side of the planet. He'd never been a big fan of coffee, as his experience with the bitter drink was mostly army rations, but chocolate had always been a favorite of his, even when it had been extremely expensive to get. Now that it was commonplace, he took every advantage of that - and the fact that he pretty much never gained or lost weight.
Today was one of those dull weekend mornings, when Danny had just finished one of his weekend early morning tutoring lessons, so the coffee shop was his first stop.
Imagine his surprise when he saw a familiar face in the crowd.
A few months ago, he had been passing the X-Mansion and stopped a mutant hate crime. He was pretty sure that this girl had been one of the potential victims. She was making the coffee, and as he settled down with his usual order of a muffin and a hot chocolate, he waited for her to finish her shift so that he could maybe talk to her. It wasn't like he had anything better to do, after all, so he finished his late breakfast and read a science magazine until he saw her start to wander his way.
Putting the magazine down, he grinned, waving her over as if to motion to her to sit down. The coffee shop was nearing empty, the morning rush having ended, and so he was pretty sure she wouldn't get in trouble for this.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
