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.
He woke up perfectly unscathed in the wreckage of what had once been a police car.
The leaky fuel had done its work, and the entire vehicle had been incinerated, with pieces flung as far as fifteen feet away from him with the force of the blast. He leapt up easily, brushing some of the dirt from his clothes, and quickly surveyed the scene. Something was moving a little off to his right, so he headed towards that.
He had been right about it being a police vehicle - the heavily burnt man had a gun in a holster and a charred badge clipped to his belt. Without an ounce of remorse, as the man started to shakily lift his gun at Danny, he flipped out his knife and slid it in between the man's ribs. This officer had been right above the fuel tank and virtually in the epicenter of the explosion, and would have died a rather long and painful death otherwise, which wasn't something that Danny condoned.
But the other officer wasn't as badly hurt. This one had only minor burns and a large cut on the side of his head. He was unconscious, and Danny took full advantage of that, dragging him a safe distance from the wreckage. The fire department would be here soon, and they could handle calling the paramedics on their own.
Finally, he walked over to his team's truck, and found it thankfully empty. They weren't very intelligent, but at least they followed orders. So, good job all around -
And then he saw the bystander.
Knife still drawn, covered in a faint splatter of blood thanks to his mercy killing, he strode over to her. She seemed innocuous enough, but there was some underlying cruelty there that he couldn't put his finger on.
"Excuse me," he said. She was older than him, but most normal civilians would be scared by a teenager walking unscathed from ground zero of an explosion while holding a knife and covered in blood. "Is there something I can help you with?"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Danny struggled as much as he could against the allure of the woman's voice - he'd read books, and generally the hero would remember his true love at home, and boom, he was saved. Not as much could be said for an effectively asexual mutant who'd lived so long that everybody he knew was dead.
He dropped the knife.
He'd done it without even realizing, and at first he reacted with horror, thinking that he'd fallen under her spell again, having heard her faintly tell him to drop it. But then he realized that while he'd been fighting against the mental force, his inborn reflexes had told him to drop the weapon to protect the two innocents nearby. He cursed himself for seemingly developing a conscience at the most horrible times. It'd be nothing for him to just run away and save himself, and there'd been situations in which he had done just that. But in this one, he had literally nothing to lose, except his life - and oh wait. He'd done that already. Hundreds upon thousands of times.
So he started to speak, trying to placate the woman. "Hey," he said, his voice cracking a little as he tried to speak even as he fought against his enemy's iron will. "Leave them alone, okay? See, I can tell you're a mutant. I can also tell that those two -" and he motioned to the girl and the unconscious jogger "- are entirely human. But guess what? I'm not. We're in the same boat together. So what do you say we talk this out, mutant-to-mutant? Nobody has to kill each other. I give you my word I won't kill you." And, while she might not know it, his word meant quite a lot. He had been trained in Japan at one point, and they cared quite a bit about honor.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"That's an interesting question." To Danny's faint amusement, he couldn't even pinpoint the exact moment where the conversation had turned from "who the hell are you?" to "hmm, let's have a philosophical discussion about not-entirely-metaphorical phoenixes." Not that he particularly minded. He liked this better than having a nocked arrow pointed at his face - he couldn't die, but he could still feel pain.
"Worst case scenario, you replicate all the folktales, and turn into a pile of ash." Jesus. She could sound less optimistic about this. "Or you drop dead, and then blow up when she walks away. Or maybe you just keep living, unless you piss her off, in which case she will kill you. It feels like the odds are not in your favor. I mean, we have a healer in the Mansion, but even he can't bring someone back from the dead if they are really dead."
Well.
That was depressing.
So his lifespan was pretty much until he ran into an Adapted, and then he was done for? He had kind of been hoping for a less bleak future, but judging by the rather blunt nature of the news, he wasn't going anywhere near an Adapted unless he had a death wish.
And that was a different kind of discussion for another day.
Danny straightened up from his former position leaning against a stairwell exit. "So, veering away from depressing questions on where my life may be going," he said. "What now? Like you said, I'd be dangerous living in a mansion full of kids. If you ever needed me, you wouldn't be able to find me - I've made sure of that. So do we just continue on?" He said the last part doubtfully, because that was how he felt - no sane person would just keep marching on after having met an immortal. To most people, it was akin to meeting a god or a mythical being, which he, in essence, was. While he wasn't entirely sure how Mirror would respond now, he hoped it was something logical enough to benefit them both.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"My dear boy, what scream?" the woman asked sweetly, smiling a little. Danny softened a bit, but still the thought stayed in the back of his mind that he had followed the scream here, and so how was it possible for her to have heard nothing?
"And her? She'll be okay. Poor dear is just sleeping." Sleeping. The sane part of Danny's brain was now screaming that something was wrong about this, so much was wrong with this, but Danny almost couldn't do anything.
"What is your name, hmm?" Well, one thing he couldn't do was speak, that was for sure. He was literally tongue-tied, even though he liked to think that he was more asexual than anything.
"Your friend looks tired too. Perhaps we should leave her be... just you and I can find somewhere private together..." Wasn't that suggestion a good one. Danny almost found himself nodding in agreement, but caught himself just in time. He was fighting with himself, now, part of him wanting to follow the woman, the other part screaming at him to take another look at this situation. The girl from before looked like she was on the brink of unconsciousness, but that didn't make sense, because she had been fine mere minutes ago. Nervously, his fingers started moving, his left hand unconsciously snapping quietly.
Well, maybe not unconsciously. Because when Danny, hit by a sudden wave of dizziness, reached out a hand to support himself on a tree, it was his left hand, where the electrical gauntlet had just been activated by his maybe-not-entirely-accidental gesture.
The tree caught fire.
Suddenly, Danny's mind cleared. The orange flames were roaring their way up the plant, and some of the grass around the source had been incinerated, briefly burning his ankle. But the pain was enough to jerk him out of his trance, and he realized with horror that he had almost fallen prey to what must have been another mutant. Snapping his fingers, he deactivated his gauntlet again, and tried to think up his next course of action.
He whipped his head around, trying to catch sight of the girl from before, who had his knife. Even if he'd just set part of Central Park on fire, as the flames were spreading now, getting rid of this other mutant was the highest priority. Catching sight of her, he darted over, seizing his knife and picking her up in one fluid movement. She wasn't too heavy, so he awkwardly threw her in the general direction of the other side of the clearing from where the fire was.
Unwilling to fall under the woman's spell again, he smoothly sliced the knife over his left forearm, a thin trail of blood beading up from the cut. It wasn't too deep, but deep enough to sting and throb, and that anchored him enough to not fall back into the trance. He settled into combat position, snapping to activate his glove, facing the woman with narrowed eyes. Her move now.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Normally, I would make my own, but I've been really busy lately and so can't. So could anyone possibly make one for me? The link to my attribute profile is here, and my face claim is Dane DeHaan.
"I'm pretty sure she does. But you didn't set her on fire, which is lucky for you." He had noticed. And while he was relatively confident that he could take the woman from before, an enemy who could walk through almost any reflective surface was a bit too much even for him. He suspected that if he had attacked Mirror's girlfriend, the results for him may not have been too pleasant.
"Also, seriously? Adapteds? That's what you were looking for?" Adapteds. So they had a name. Why was she laughing, then?
"Dude, our school counselor is one of them. Miss Taylor. She uses her powers to help out when someone loses control of their mutation, or needs a break from them. I thought adapteds were common knowledge at this point... Anyhow. They are people who have an aura that dampens or flat out cancels mutant powers as long as you are in it. Which, now that you mention it, might get interesting if you were the one affected..."
First off, he had been rather lucky, then, that he had run into a regular mutant before the Adapted. Second, common knowledge. Uh huh. He sensed that it may have been at some point, but there must have been some sort of cover-up, considering how little information he could dig up about them on his own. And third...
"No. I'm not going for a little experiment to check. Neutralizing immortality? That's mortality, and we all know what happens to mere mortals." Sheesh. Didn't he sound like a videogame tyrant. But it wasn't like he wasn't being honest. To him, everybody else was slightly inferior, in a way, for their worst weakness - their ability to die. He didn't have that. So he naturally assumed that should his abilities be neutralized, he would be relegated to normal human status, which meant death. Possibly permanently. He didn't really want to find out.
...okay, maybe he did. All those years of being unable to die must've done something to his self-preservation skills, because he found himself speaking against his will. "Most likely, I'd die. Permanently or temporarily, I don't know. Personally, I was actually a bit curious to find out, which is why I tried to gather more information."
...damn his stupid mouth.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Even as he calmly made his way through the undergrowth, Danny couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Never before had he felt this powerful urge to do anything, really, and it tickled at his subconscious. He couldn't do anything about it, though, still locked in the voice's spell, and so continued anyway.
He only started consciously considering what was wrong in this picture when he saw the other girl trail after the voice too. She didn't seem like she swung that way, which confused Danny a bit. But when he pulled into the clearing, those thoughts all but disappeared, instead replaced with something more along the lines of "holy sh*t."
The most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen was standing in the middle of the clearing, looking down on another unconscious jogger. When she smiled at the other girl from before, Danny felt a horrific rush of jealousy that he couldn't explain, but when the woman looked back at him, he could've sworn he saw the same expression pass over the girl's face as well.
"...I-is she okay..?"
The woman's focus honed back in to the girl from before, and although the rush of jealousy came again, it was a little bit weaker somehow. What he had left of local reasoning told him it was because the woman's focus wasn't on him anymore, but he brushed that thought away as ridiculous.
Though... he felt weaker himself, for some reason. He couldn't figure out exactly how or why, but it felt a bit like crashing after binge drinking caffeine, a nauseatingly slow drain of energy from his senses. The only reason he even noticed it was because he'd been around long enough to realize that this wasn't normal. Incredibly beautiful woman focusing on another woman with an unconscious jogger at her feet while energy drained from him? He wasn't completely lucid at this point, but alarm bells (more like weak handbells) started to go off.
"Hey," he said all of sudden, brows furrowing in confusion. "That jogger. And the one from before. And that scream, was that you?" His thoughts were disjointed, but he was getting somewhere, at least.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"They weren't really terms, I was trying to be friendly. So... the database. Is that why you broke into the Mansion? I can't let you access that if you are not on the team, but if you tell me what you are looking, for, maybe I can help."
Instead of the accusing tone of voice he expected, he was pleasantly surprised to hear a touch of curiosity instead. So agreeing to the not-terms wouldn't get him access, but he could take advantage of a "friendship" like this. He couldn't get close, though - whenever he got close to somebody, they always died, and he was never going to.
"Look, I know I can't ask you to trust me or become besties right away. That's not what I am going for. But being a mutant out there alone sucks *ss, and I think you know that. I'm not trying to recruit you or use your powers. Just trying to start a conversation."
He'd only been so on edge because really, that was a strange thing to do. Randomly start a conversation with a lone mutant just to offer them a place to stay, and something to be part of? Unheard of in his books. Maybe he hadn't seen everything after all.
"First, yes, that was why I broke into the Mansion," he started to explain. "I overheard some talk about humans who could stop the powers of mutants. For obvious reasons, I'm a bit worried about that, so I tried to find out more information and, well, failed miserably." Understatement of the century. "Seriously, I just have a vague sense of self-preservation, so I did what I had to. Uh, apologize to your girlfriend for me, then? I think she may have the security systems out for me."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Alright, no birds." No birds. That was something Danny could work with. He'd already killed one by accident. "I didn't even know you died! I thought you just swam to shore or something. That's incredible! I mean, the whole comeback thing, not the dead uh...thing." That would've helped quite a bit two minutes ago. Nothing he could do about it now, though.
"You probably already know, but guys like these are my friends. You could say we can tell when we're around each other. They like to help out too. I think there's some kind of psychic thing there, I don't know." Psychic... bird connection? What? No stranger than dying and coming back to life, though.
"Oh, I'm Tobias, by the way."
"Uh. Danny," was the first thing he could think of to say, extending a hand. "Nice to meet you. Uh, I would explain my powers too, but I think you kind of figured them out. I die in a fiery explosion, I come back to life, repeat."
He paused for a moment, unsure of how to fill the awkward silence. "So. How's life?"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"It means, that you are not required to move into the Mansion to get help from us if needed. You also don't have to live in the Mansion to... make friends with anyone from there. I know that after two hundred - something years you probably got things down pat, put that doesn't mean you have to do everything alone."
Alone. That was something he was inherently familiar with. Immortality seemed fun to anybody not intimately acquainted with it, but as it turns out, it's not quite as fun as you'd hope. People's lives came and went - not in the blink of an eye, not yet, but he stayed eternally sixteen while anybody he ever got close to withered away and, eventually, died. Maybe he could work for the X-Men occasionally, in return for their aid when he needed it. That seemed like a good deal to him.
"For example, that mutant kung-fu you did with the thugs was impressive. And I'm always looking for new people to spar with. X-men training only goes so far if you always practice with the same people."
Danny raised an eyebrow. Again. She was surprising him, and often. Not many people he knew could take him on, seeing as he had a little over two hundred years of experience and practice under his belt, not to mention the fact that he blew up when defeated. So a challenge (because that was what it was in his eyes) was greatly welcomed.
"Alright then, say I were to agree to your terms," Danny said after a pause. "And say I'd want use of the X-Men database in return - that's all. I don't exactly need money or friends. Would that be possible?" He broke into the X-Mansion for some frickin' information and he would get it eventually. He simply widened the parameters a little bit so he wouldn't have this problem in the future, either.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"I never asked if you were interested. And frankly, it is not even my decision to invite or admit you to the Mansion at this point. But for the record, the stick up the ass thing if a whole lot of bullsh*t. It's what street kids say about us to have an excuse to not grow a pair and behave like people with brains in exchange for a safe haven."
Danny looked at her, eyebrows raised. Apparently, she really felt strongly about this - even though he'd developed the idea himself, he didn't feel like it was the best idea to say that out loud now. The only reason he thought that way was because of the whole stopping-criminals thing, and... yeah.
"Believe me, we've seen and heard it all, and we keep patrolling the city anyway, even though most people we help treat us like sh*t after. And I'm gonna be the first person to tell ya that the Mansion is not for everyone. What I can tell ya, though, is that we're not a cult. With us or without us are not the only two options."
Seen and heard it all, he doubted somewhat. That the Mansion was not for everyone, he agreed to wholly. But the last part was what caught his interest. For a while now, Danny had actually been harboring thoughts of joining the Sanctuary, and he'd heard rumors about an Order, but he wasn't a hundred percent sure if they were true. But what if he could play for both teams? That always had been his modus operandi - help somebody from one side, then somebody from another, and boom, he was on both their good sides.
"I'm listening," Danny said, clearly interested. "I don't want to make a full-time commitment to the Mansion, so what's that about being with you or without you not being the only two options?"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"That's... whoooookay. You obviously got it all figured out. 242 years on the run is hellofa lot of time..."
"No kidding," he muttered below his breath. There was a pause as Maya clearly sorted through her thoughts, trying to figure out something to do.
"The 'Sherlockian' friend you are talking about is my girlfriend. Just so you know."
That... was unexpected. Okay. No wonder she had been so pissed about him breaking a window. It wasn't like he had known at the time, though.
"Now, what the hell am I gonna do with you? To be honest, my first thought would be to invite you to the Mansion to teach history, but... you know. Fiery bits."
His eyes widened. Teaching human children was bad enough, but mutants? His age? That'd be a disaster of the highest level. "You do realize that, physically, I'm sixteen, right? I can't even drive a car, and I doubt that your students would respect a teacher around their age. Plus, yes, fiery bits, but what makes you think I'm interested? From what I've heard, the X-Men have all got sticks up their a**es, going for mutant equality and stopping criminals and all. Not really my field, if you know what I mean." For example, he'd hacked a bank account and wired quite a bit of funds to himself just last week. That was his field of expertise, not teaching.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Hey! Don't you know you can't just wander around throwing these things at strang--"
The woman didn't finished her sentence, trailing off as her eyes caught on the prone jogger. She glanced in between Danny and the other man, as if asking him if he did it, and he had the decency to not flip out at her and instead look vaguely affronted. Clearly, though, she dismissed that idea, and they both went back to staring at the body in confusion. But when she opened her mouth to say something, he heard some more sounds from the forest. Not a scream, this time, but... singing? A woman's voice, clear and beautiful, and Danny found himself unable to do anything except gape silently into the distance where the sound was coming from.
"...What's that sound? It's so beautiful..." So she heard it too. Even while under the voice's spell, old habits die hard, and Danny trailed after the woman - if there was any danger, she better go first. And she still had his knife, so she should be fine, right?
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
When Danny had finished, the woman - Mirror - stepped closer, disbelief and something akin to fascination crossing her face. Which was creepy. He was now starting to regret telling her, but really, it wasn't like she could do much. He still couldn't die.
"So... you literally cannot die. Or, rather, you can, and then you just come back to life. How the hell are you still walking free? Apart from the suicide bombing thing, which, let me tell ya, is very disturbing. But still, holy sh*t, man. You have a mutation that cheats death. How's the Sanctuary not after you yet? Or... you know, the government or somethin'?"
Ding, ding. Question of the hour. Although she caught the suicide bombing aspect, her wonder over his mutation was stroking his ego a little bit. He schooled his face into a disinterested expression, but preening inside, replied, "Because I'm clever and I technically don't exist. Your Sherlockian friend has something of mine - if she runs fingerprints or DNA, she won't get anything. Maybe connections to a few...crimes, but nothing on who or what I am. Because, technically, I'm 242 years old, and was born during the American Revolution. No way I could still be alive, right?" He had almost said a few murders and/or robberies, but having decided that telling that to an X-Man's face was a bad idea, quickly covered it up. "Also, you would be surprised who doesn't notice a kid dying in a fiery blast of destruction and then getting back up again. And whoever does and tries to report it is easily taken care of."
Wait. That would definitely be taken the wrong way.
"Not that taken care of. I mean I explain that it was a publicity stunt for a street magician or something, and if they still don't buy it, there's always money."
Maybe he should shut up now. He was telling her a bit more than he would've liked.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Uh...That way, I think." Danny winced, giving her an apologetic look as she startled - that hadn't been his intention. "Well I came from that direction, which leads to the main paved path that circles the par--"
He heard the scream the same moment she did, and he whipped around, instantly alert, attempting to pinpoint the source of the sound. A threat to somebody else may very well be a threat to him, and it never hurt to have the element of surprise.
Sadly, that also meant he'd feel super guilty if he left the woman here on her own.
"...what was that?" she asked, clearly on edge.
Danny turned to face her again. "Okay, look. If you have watched any horror movie ever, you'll know that stereotypically I, who goes to search for the victim, dies before the bad guy comes after you. Therefore, I suggest we go together, because I'm a better fighter than your average teenage jock. But if you want, here." He took out his knife, sliding it easily out of its sheath and twirling it before placing it down on the bench next to the girl. "Uh, pointy end away from you, I guess. Bye!"
He walked briskly off into the direction of the scream.
It was a brief amount of time before he came across a jogger lying by the side of the road. Reluctant to touch, Danny neared the body, trying to discern whether the man was still alive or not from just sight. He glanced back, hoping that the woman had followed, but still unsure.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
