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.
"Dude. The first time I was at the Mansion, I broke in too." Surprising, but not entirely unexpected. Break-ins had been the first thing on his mind when he had seen her travel through the mirrors. "I just break less things. Because, powers." He made a little noise of agreement - his entrance had probably been far less dignified than slipping through the mirrors. While he was suitably curious now, he refrained from speaking, letting her finish what she was saying.
"You're here on the roof with me because you are a mutant that apparently blows things up, and you didn't seem to have a lot of grasp on the fiery bits. I wanted to get to know you and see what that's all about. That's part of what I do as an X-man. When we're not chasing down criminals, we try to help other mutants." No, he didn't have a grasp on the fiery bits any more than he had a grasp on not coming back to life. The dying thing, though, he had that mostly under control.
"The fiery bits? I have about as much control over that as you have over your body not decaying when you die." He paused. "Morbid analogy, okay, but true. No matter what, whenever I die, I blow up like that. The blast radius isn't too big, but something almost always catches on fire, though that's not really my fault. And no matter what, I come back to life. Like a phoenix, you could say, hence the name Firebird." Then he held up his left wrist - and quickly realizing that could be taken as an offensive gesture, raised the other arm as well. Then he pointed to the gauntlet. "This - sure, it packs a punch in a fight, but it's mainly a suicide thingy. I push the button, a few thousand volts shoot through my body, I die. Instant boom."
He lowered his arms slowly before continuing to speak. "But I don't need help. I can manage perfectly fine on my own, as you saw in the alley. So we done here?" He was heavily aware that she might catch on to the more offensive aspect of his mutation - a walking, talking, easily-detonated bomb, like he'd done before. He just hoped she didn't catch on until he was well out of the area.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"No, I mean, that wasn't what I meant. Not really. Just that it was...Stupid. Not thought out. Anyhow, no matter." Danny frowned but said nothing. Somebody was clearly inexperienced in a fight, which made Danny kind of doubt she'd be okay in the highly mutant-phobic NYC, but he quickly dismissed those horribly mutinous thoughts against his own very much neutral psyche.
"This is Margo and I'm Alex. Thanks for your help Danny." Danny nodded, muttering something quietly that sounded like "no problem." But he noticed the girl - Margo - looked a little bit irritated at her friend. He was going to go with she didn't like her name being thrown around in public, and that Alex hadn't known her long enough to learn that. But he couldn't be sure - he'd lived long enough to be able to read most emotions accurately, but he didn't want to screw up and get the wrong idea.
"Do you wanna go inside and sit down?" Alex to Margo this time, and Danny had to say, if looks could kill, Alex would be so far gone his skeleton would have already disintegrated. That was most definitely an irritated glare.
"Sure...Go inside yes, sit down not so much." Even a deaf man could probably feel her words dripping with annoyance. Maybe he was overexaggerating a bit, but the concept was about right. Margo gave him a little two-fingered salute. "Nice to meet you, Danny. I owe you big. You know where to find me if you ever wanna call up on that." She winked, and to Danny's surprise, she seemed pretty sincere. "See you."
Wait.
What?
Damn it. 200+ years and he still couldn't understand girls.
"Lead the way," she said to Alex, and Danny gave a little wave before turning around and disappearing into an alley - the same one he had come from, in fact. He might visit the X-Mansion some day, but today, he wasn't really in the mood. Maybe he might even break into it one day.
He was already formulating a tiny plan by the time he got back to his motorcycle.
[OOC: And Danny's out!]
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Either he was trying to change the subject or he actually hadn't realized Danny had just died and come back to life.
"Um, say I was... What would you do about it? Cuz, I aint looking for no trouble man!" Okay, probably hasn't realized.
"You do realize I just died in the water, exploded in a fiery blast, and then swam out perfectly fine," Danny deadpanned. "Let's go with yes, I am a mutant. Seriously, this is just a pretty huge misunderstanding. I thought you were a human who noticed I blew up and came back to life, and generally resurrection isn't the most therapeutic thing in the world, so I attacked. Reflex, sorry. Then you sicced your birds on me - sorry about that one, by the way." He motioned to the still pigeon corpse still lying on the ground by him. "And now we're talking like civilized people. So no knife, no birds, okay?"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Sooo, let's take this from the top, shall we? Hi, my name is Maya, I'm a member of the X-men, most people know me as Mirror. I was patrolling the neighborhood when I saw you attacked by a bunch of thugs, take them out, then get shot in the dead, die, blow up, and come back to life. That led me to the conclusion that you are probably a mutant. Your turn."
He arched an eyebrow right back. Two could play at that game.
"Hi, my name is Danny, a lot of rather shady characters know me as Firebird. I was passing through the neighborhood when I was attacked by a bunch of thugs, took them out, got shot in the head, died, blew up, and came back to life. I am most definitely a mutant." He deliberately left out why he was passing through the neighborhood - that didn't seem relevant right now. "My turn for a question - if you're not pissed, why am I stuck on a roof with you? I discovered the hard way already that breaking into you and your crazy friend's house is a bad idea."
Wait. What if she asked why he was there? That would work him into a corner. Dammit. He hated when that happened and really hoped it didn't, instead trying to look as surly as possible.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Up. Of course up." The fire escape had been in his line of sight, but he hadn't considered it as an exit because he was rather slow when climbing a ladder. The woman nodded, clearly telling him to start moving, and so he rolled his eyes before proceeding to make his way up the rungs. It felt suspiciously like he was a prisoner, but he decided to just ignore that, convincing himself that this was a sort-of apology for breaking in.
He glanced down, and to his surprise, she had disappeared. He briefly considered fleeing (again) before telling himself that he had to stop doing that. It was a reflex, and not one that was flattering, but there was nothing he could do about it. It took him a moment to realize she was in a window again, which was actually quite terrifying from his end, so he steadfastly ignored her as he climbed.
Once he reached the roof, he pulled himself over the edge with a grunt, before straightening up. He could see flashing lights in the distance, but they weren't close enough to merit extreme worry.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"You'll have to tell me about that later. Can you at least, dunno, power it down and keep it where I can see it? We really need to find a better place to talk."
Talk. He really didn't like talks. While he wasn't about to flee like that again, especially since his one exit was blocked, he was still pretty uncomfortable with the situation, because what was there to talk about? All the deaths in the alley were justified (in his eyes, at least). Breaking into the X-Mansion - okay, maybe, but he was always one to avoid tricky topics.
"Uh, powering down?" Danny said. "Doesn't exactly work that way. It's off, if that makes you feel better." He almost told her the on switch - snapping his fingers - but decided against it. Why, he wasn't sure, but there was no harm in being paranoid. "And, uh, I can walk in front, I guess?" Anything, really, to avoid pissing off yet another X-Man.
Then he heard the sirens, and realized that, yes, they should at least go somewhere with less police in the area. They'd find the carnage soon, and though he wasn't in any database ever, he knew that somewhere somebody would eventually piece together all the strange fire-related deaths over the years, before or after being dispatched by a ninja of some sort. (He'd heard a police officer talking about one of his scenes once. The guy actually said ninja.)
"Yeah, let's go," Danny said, glancing around. "Any ideas?"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Hey, kid, hurry up, we haven't got all day 'ere."
"Hurrying, hurrying. You know what, I've got an idea." Danny turned around from where he had been hunched over a set of blueprints. "Why don't you shut the hell up and let me focus?"
One of Danny's irritable partners, a burly mutant with a thick New York accent, muttered, "Yeah, yeah."
Danny had made the idiot move of pissing off a crime kingpin a while ago with a hasty intercept of a minor drug shipment. It would'nt've pissed the guy off so much had Danny not swapped out the drugs with candy and sold that. The actual drugs turned up neatly in a police evidence locker the next day, with enough evidence for the police to locate and arrest a good portion of one the kingpin's empire's smaller subdivisions. Danny had thought he had been quite clever for thinking that up - making money and pissing off a gang lord for the fun of it - until he found himself surrounded by far too many burly thugs, all armed to the teeth, for him to take. He ended up having to broker an apology deal, which left him here - in a truck in the middle of the night, about to bust into some bank with this mutant and a team of people to steal a crap-ton of money. At least he'd get at least two thousand of the profit. That was the highest he could negotiate to.
The blueprints had been provided by his employer. The mutant apparently had super-strength, which probably meant a wake of destruction - not that Danny minded. He also had a group of seven humans who were apparently very skilled at this sort of thing. Which, considering that he wasn't, left him at a bit of a loss. Finally, he managed to formulate the basis of a plan.
"Okay, let's see. You two, head with Tyrone." Three of the masked men at his command and the mutant nodded. "Uh, start smashing up the other end of the bank, I guess. Set off the alarms. Make some noise. Pretend you're all drunk or something, so you guys, masks off." They nodded and complied, and Danny racked his mind for a next step. "You three, pave the way for the last two." He stabbed a point on the blueprints with a finger - a loading bay entrance. "Start from here, it's the closest entrance to the vault. Clear the area, make sure there's a clean path. Finally, you guys, go in with the bags. It's gonna be messy, but we want to be in and out in under seven minutes. Got that?" Everybody nodded - except for Tyrone, who was looking out the window worriedly.
"Kid, we got a problem." Danny joined Tyrone and winced.
A police truck sat at the corner of the curb.
"Somebody must've tipped them off," Danny muttered, and for a moment there was a heavy and rather awkward silence. He glanced around. "No, I know it's not one of you, I've been monitoring all your calls since I met you. I don't care if I invaded your privacy, I wanted to make sure something like this didn't happen. Oh well, nothing else to do now." He headed towards the back of the truck and opened the doors.
"Kid, where you going?" Tyrone asked.
"Stop calling me kid. I'm probably over five times your age and intelligence, you dimwit. Wait for the signal, and then go in."
"What's the signal?" one of the goons asked.
"You'll know it when you see it. Get ready." And he shut the doors, and started to creep towards the police truck.
He knew it was a police truck because really, what other trucks attempting to be inconspicuous sat outside banks at midnight? So he crept towards the side of the car before rolling beneath it and pulling out his knife, slashing the fuel tank as he went. As the contents spilled across the road, Danny rolled out from the other side and flipped open the cap on the suicide button. And then, praying that the team he'd been given wasn't full of complete idiots, he pushed it.
The car blew up.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
[OOC: Sorry if it's short, I wasn't really sure what to say.]
It was a rather nice day. It was a weekend, and so Danny had just gotten back from a tutoring lesson. He was wandering through Central Park again, which he had discovered had a surprisingly calming effect on his psyche (mostly because, taking out muggers? Best stress relief ever).
He didn't know this section of the park very well, as it was in the opposite direction of the way he usually traveled, but that made it all the more alluring. As he turned a corner, he caught sight of a woman sitting on a park bench. Considering he wasn't sure where he was at this point, he decided that it was in his best interests to ask somebody.
"Uh, excuse me," he said as he neared the woman. "I seem to have gotten a bit lost. Would you happen to know the way to the nearest exit?" From there, he could easily find his way home.
Danny could faintly hear music. It took him a few moments to figure out why, and then he realized that the boy's earbuds had fallen off and were still playing from beneath his shirt. He had one hand pressed up against Danny's knife, trying to keep it off his neck (even though Danny had no intention of injuring him, just scaring him a bit to not tell the authorities), while the other...flailed, really.
"Hey, come on! I'm sorry! What are you doing!?" Wait a second. That didn't sound like your typical mutant-hating human. He racked his brain for anything that the other teenager may have said before.
But before he could, he was assaulted by pigeons.
They pecked and clawed at his face and torso, and he fell off of the other guy, flailing himself now. With a snarl, he snapped his left hand, activating his gauntlet and grabbing at one of the pigeons. One pigeon was much smaller than a human, and so a normally stunning shock killed the bird outright this time around. Looking at its singed feathers, he couldn't really bring himself to feel guilt about his tiny ball of vicious feathers and claws.
"Dude," he gasped out as he rolled over to face the other guy. "You're a mutant? I thought you were a human trying to attack me!"
Thinking back, he'd been an idiot and a bit paranoid. But he wasn't going to admit that now.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Yeah I got that. Chill the hell out man, I'm not here to arrest you."
Oh. Well, that didn't mean much, considering that the X-Men didn't seem particularly find of plain arrests, but when she raised her hands, he relaxed a little bit.
"So, how about you put the gun down, and whatever that thing is on your hand that took out those guys, and then we'll a better place to talk. I'm not here to hunt you down I promise, but maybe I can help."
No hunting down. He could work with that. He glanced down, only realizing then that he was still holding the gun, and tossed it to the woman gently. And the gauntlet? He wasn't taking off the gauntlet.
"This thing?" he said, motioning to the black material on his hand. "Sorry, no can do. I haven't taken it off in years, and I don't intend to now." Actually, at this point, he was even sure he could take it off. He'd used some serious chemicals to make sure that the gauntlet wouldn't slip off or something, and he wouldn't have put it past himself to have screwed up so badly that taking off the gauntlet also took off all the skin on his hand.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Damn. It seems that she actually hadn't known about the break-in until he brought it up.
"... you're the one that broke into the Mansion aren't ya. Oh, that's just great."
"Maybe. Okay, yes. But I swear, the forest fire wasn't my fault. You saw what happened in the alleyway - I can't help it, it just happens!" He was a little bit frantic now - he really didn't like how that other woman had coldheartedly tranquilized him from a distance, and especially hadn't enjoyed having to ride home on his motorcycle while sopping wet. At least they were now on neutral turf, where he wouldn't get shot in the back by some automated thing.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"F****n' X-Men," Danny muttered. He'd woken up minutes ago only to find himself soaking wet. Apparently, this mansion had a sprinkler system. This was getting borderline ridiculous. Would nobody let him just get in and out in peace?
Well, he did try to break in, but...
His options - leave or loop around. Considering that looping around would likely get him tranquilized and soaked again, he chose to leave. As he loped off the property, grumbling the whole way and wringing out his white t-shirt, for God's sake, he decided that maybe he should leave this issue alone for now. Hopping the fence, he caught sight of a security camera, and unabashedly flipped it the bird.
Screw the X-Men. He wasn't coming back here again anytime soon.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Surprisingly, he got to the woods by the mansion without much trouble. For some reason, the woman wasn't trying to chase him, which was somewhat worrying, considering whose property he was on. He also briefly considered going back for the knife, as his DNA and fingerprints were on it - and then remembered that all she would find were matches for robberies and a few murders (that were perfectly justified) over the past few decades, but not a name or profile. Thank god computers hadn't been invented during the American Revolution.
He almost thought he was in the clear when what seemed like every single floodlight on the property turned on.
"Oh, crap," he muttered, glancing around before he suddenly felt a prick in his neck. Scrambling to feel what it was, he jerked out a tranquilizer dart. "Oh, sh*t." He'd handled tranqs before, though, and discovered that a rebirth would flush them from his system. And considering that the woman's plan had seemed to be 'knock him out and let him freeze in the forest,' he didn't mind what he was about to do.
He fumbled for the suicide button on his gauntlet, triggering a rebirth just as the tranquilizer started to kick in.
Let's see how the X-Men would fare against a forest fire.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Okay, running away from an X-Man? That turned out to not be the best idea he'd ever had. It seemed that firing at a window and then running away screamed of guilt, and while that hadn't been what he had been going for, it kind of seemed to be the result anyway. Maybe it was his quip back that did it, but now he was being chased by an irritated bow-wielding Bloody Mary through the alleyways of New York.
...when had his life come to this.
His pursuer was really fast, actually, and she was still hopping in and out of mirrors, which meant that the distance between them was rapidly closing. The chase was cut short when he turned a corner and found himself facing a wall. He whirled around, seeing no exit except past his pursuer. Damn it.
"Okay, I didn't realize you guys would get so pissed, alright?" he said. "Honestly. All I wanted was some information."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
The woman picked up his knife, and Danny felt a little pang of annoyance. That was his favorite knife. Even if he had six more of the exact same blade sitting in his apartment, losing even one made him feel a little irritated.
"C it is. So, care to explain yourself? Most mutants don't break into power friendly schools unless they are actively looking for trouble." Mutant. How had she known he was a mutant? He was going to go for either telepathic or hyper-observational, as he had theorized before. Considering she wasn't making him hand over his gauntlet, he was still going to stick with the latter.
"Maybe." He left his response short and curt and intentionally vague. He didn't want to give away anything with his tone like he had with his lie from before, and this seemed like the easiest way to do so. And he still wasn't telling her why he was here. But he couldn't resist a last quip. "It seems we've reached a bit of a stalemate. What now?"
He briefly considered bolting again, but considering what might happen if he did so, he dismissed the thought. He'd likely have to resort to running away at some point, maybe smashing a window to get out before she could catch him, and...oh.
Window.
He actually hadn't considered that up to now. His half-formed plan had been to wait until she was distracted, knock her out, and carefully make a quiet exit. Maybe exiting with a bang was his best choice by now. He glanced surreptitiously to his side - a window lay conveniently within reach, but he had to move now, because she'd surely noticed. Maybe he could even loop around back and try searching again. (He always was a stubborn bastard.)
He turned and sprinted to the window in a sudden movement, smashing the glass as he barreled through it, hissing as a large chunk sliced his arm. Nothing serious, but it still bled quite a bit and hurt like crazy. He landed in an awkwardly executed roll, thanks to the cut that he now could see spanned his entire upper arm. And then he sprinted off towards the woods in the distance. If he got there, he could lose his pursuer. Hopefully. He wasn't going to underestimate her, so he had to get there first.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
