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.
Oh. Well. He seemed to have gotten this kid unnecessarily pissed. That wasn't actually his intention, even though it may have seemed like it, but that was apparently the result. The boy threw a right jab, clearly meant to shatter Danny's face, but it was easy enough to dodge, the swing having gone wide enough that he had plenty of time to do so. As for the uppercut that followed, Danny angled his head so that it just brushed his jaw again - hard enough to send his head snapping back, but not hard enough to do any real injury. More importantly, it was hard enough to let the kid loose a little bit of his irritation. And wow, the kid was pissed - he was leaving himself wide open. But Danny didn't attack again. There would've been no point. He had no quarrel with a teenager roaming the streets in search of a fight, especially when he was on such a time limit. Hopefully, the boy would figure out that he was the only belligerent one here sometime soon, and Danny could get back to saving a little girl.
"You done yet?" Danny asked, but not patronizingly. "Throw a couple more hits if you want. Come on, does it look like I mind? Until you decide that you want to hear what I've got to say about this situation, I can stand here until you're done." He frowned then, though. "But I don't have all day. Please don't take all day."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Against Heat, no," Aura said, and Danny presumed she was referring to what her aura protected her from - in fact, smoke did seem to be drifting into her general vicinity, judging by the fact that she was coughing. "Besides the police would assume you were guilty of this. Are you guilty of this?" Er, no comment on that one. Not yet, at least. And lovely. Now she was trying to help him out, and yes, she was kind of helping. What was it with him and having to get saved by other people lately? "You will be lucky if they don't just throw you away," she commented as she sliced away at some debris with a sword that appeared out of nowhere. It seemed as if she had simply created it from the purple haze around her. "You some sort of fast healer or something? I manipulate my aura by shape and hardness." Oh, lovely, now they were sharing mutations. Should he really say anything, though? Eh, no big deal. Not like he could die.
"Yeah, something like that," Danny muttered in response to the "fast healer" comment. "I'm immortal. Can't die. But when I do, I explode and this -" he gestured to their general vicinity "- happens. And then I come back to life. So yes, kind of guilty of this, but really, it was that damned cat's fault."
Yeah, he sounded kind of delirious. Wasn't helping his case at all, he presumed.
"But really, thanks. You didn't really have to -" And suddenly, he stopped himself a frowned. "Speaking of which. What were you doing here, anyway? It's a pretty much abandoned wharf in the middle of a pretty much empty part of town." Whatever the reason was, Danny wasn't going to judge. He was, in all actuality, legitimately curious.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
After blearily stumbling through the halls of the Mansion a bit, Danny finally relocated Mirror's room. He'd been there before, of course, but he'd kind of gotten lost to find it, so he was surprised to have found it again. From there, he tried to remember the last time he was here at the path that they'd followed - which hadn't been all too long ago, and even though he found himself hopelessly lost in the mirror world at some point and terrified a couple of pedestrians, he managed to step out at a location within walking distance of his apartment. From there, it was easy enough to take the elevator up to where he lived. If his memory served him right, he had gone to sleep in his apartment last night, so Mirror would, theoretically, be there in his body. And then maybe he could lose these infernal... attachments. To his chest. He had no idea how girls could function.
And, the door was locked. Of course. Good thing Danny had a backup plan for when he got locked out.
But unlike most normal people's, it wasn't a key under a doormat or anything like that. No, he went outside and scaled the building. He made it all the way up to his balcony before he realized that he could've just used Mirror's powers again.
He wasn't really used to having a useful mutation.
Inside, he could hear - oh my god, that was horribly disorienting. His own voice could be heard from inside the unlocked doors, and he slipped in as Mirror in his own body spoke. She seemed to be on the phone with somebody, from what he could hear. And that was his phone, dammit. He didn't like it when people touched his phone. Especially when they were in his bedroom in... his body.
That was really, really weird to see in person. He'd seen the effects on two other people, but with himself? Disorienting as hell.
He stood there just kind of gaping for a moment, because as corny as it was, the back of his head looked kind of obnoxious. Did his hair really look like that? Jeez, no wonder he didn't have a significant other. But after a while, he figured it was probably time to speak.
"Er, Mirror?" he said, wincing at the far-too-high sound that came out of his mouth. "Presumably? Yeah, you seem to have my body, and I seem to have yours, and I don't know about you, but I really want mine back."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Left hook, towards the jaw. So the kid was pulling out the big guns now - er, the fistfight equivalent of the big guns. Except his movements suggested experience, meaning that it wasn't just Danny - he was probably just running around picking fights with everyone. He just really shouldn't have picked this one fight to start.
To be honest, Danny could've told the kid his and his group's real purpose. No doubt he'd be sympathetic, or something akin to that, but Danny was kind of enjoying this back-and-forth. A cat toying with a mouse, you may call it. In fact, Danny went and deactivated his gauntlet as the other kid threw a punch, and let the punch hit. It hurt, obviously, but it wasn't that bad. An unwarranted side effect of immortality was learning that no non-fatal injury hurt after you'd been killed.
Playtime was over - for the kid, at least. Now it was Danny's turn to make a move.
"Is that all you got?" he smirked, instinctively rubbing the blooming bruise on his jaw, but face not registering any pain. "That's nothing. A mere tap compared to getting decapitated."
"Well thank you for helping me here and I guess I owe you one in future." Okay. Clearly this kid was no longer in the mood for a mature conversation, and preferred to leave the scene of the crime ASAP. No big deal, Danny needed time to dispose of the bodies anyway. "I would ask for your name but I think that I would be better off not knowing it, based on your dispatching of the goons." Right on that note as well. The kid turned to leave, and Danny made no move to stop him, knowing that there was really no point in holding him back. But then something registered in his mind. He'd heard a noise about a minute ago, but had dismissed it as some generic New York background noise. But only now did the sound register in his mind.
A window.
"Somebody's listening," Danny muttered very quietly, so much so that the kid could only hear him if he strained to do so. But the mutant's immediate next step was to look up - and was rewarded with the sight of somebody else peering out the window at them. Well, lovely. A witness. The question now was, now what?
"Hello," Danny called out cautiously, unsure of what else to say. This could end badly or well, and most of the time, encounters with murder witnesses did not end well, so he sure wasn't getting his hopes up.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Well, then that's just to bad, because I have every intention of beating you and your buddies into next week." Oh, come on. What had Danny even done to get this kid's attention? Oh, right - absolutely nothing. But even as he was considering this, a fist was moving towards his face. Instinctively, he raised his gauntleted fist to catch it, before realizing far too late that the punch had been a feint to divert from the real attack - a swipe from the boy's right leg.
Danny wasn't fast enough to dodge it entirely, but he was able to move just enough so that the kick was less of a knee kick and more of a shin kick. It hurt like hell, of course, in a slightly wimpy way, but it was a lot better than a broken knee. His underlings were kind of frowning in confusion, because all they saw was the kid kicking their leader in the shin, and their oh-so-powerful leader grabbing his shin and hopping around, muttering, "Ow, ow, ow.". But he quickly recovered, considering the injury was barely a bruise, before promptly retaliating with his own brutal attack...
...which was to petulantly try and kick the kid in the shin right back.
Hey, he may be super old, but that didn't mean he had to be mature.
"Hang on, you were that guy in the ally, the one that slaughtered that group. That's what you meant by bring able to get out of trouble with the police. You have connections with that mirrorwalker. Look fine. I'll go with you to whatever place it is you take mutants like me."
What? Did this kid think he was bribing X-Men or something? Slightly offended, Danny went and voiced those very thoughts. "Are you implying that I bribe X-Men?" he growled in irritation. "There's no way I'd be able to get away with that. No, I'm a mutant too, you idiot. Except my mutation is that I'm immortal. Can't get in trouble with police who think I died centuries ago. And Mirror is just a friend of mine. She's not 'connections' in the X-Men." Jesus, teenagers these days were all so rebellious. He could tell the kid was ready to bolt any minute now. Danny wasn't stupid, and so he also caught the rummaging through the pockets. His logical train of thought was that the kid was looking to modify something else, and considering the only object of import nearby was his knife, that would be his automatic assumption. And so he said just that.
"And don't even think about touching my knife," Danny added. "Believe me, you can try and run, but I'm much older than you are and you ever could be, and when - not if - I find you again, I won't be as lenient." And as for the last statement. "I personally do not have any place that I'd take a 'mutant like you.' In fact, your well-being is really none of my business. What is my business is you recklessly using your mutation to nearly massacre an airport full of people. Remember in the alley, when you were complaining about being hated on for being gay? Yeah, imagine how people will feel if you're a mass murderer too." He was being harsh, and he knew it, but this kid needed a wake-up call. He seemed to think he could do whatever he wanted and get away with it, no problem. But that really wasn't how the universe worked.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
He couldn't exactly tell what the woman was saying the cabbie, considering everything sounded kind of muffled at this rate, but he could tell that it sounded highly aggressive and not at all friendly. Most New York cabbies weren't fond of people bleeding out on their back seats (...personal experience, don't ask), so he couldn't really fault the guy, but that didn't mean it wasn't slightly obnoxious. After a bit of that, he became aware of the woman - he wasn't entirely sure what she was doing, but he had a feeling he'd prefer not seeing, so he focused on a pair of fluffy dice the cabbie had hanging from his rearview mirror instead, until she handed something silly to him, saying, "Hey, listen to me... press this to the wound on your stomach. Push tightly. It will stop the bleeding for now." He did his best to press it against the wound, slightly doubting its integrity because he was pretty sure she just pulled it out of her mouth (and yes, she was one hundred percent definitely a mutant now), but listening to her orders anyway.
After quite a bit of driving, with surprisingly few stops considering this was New York City, the cab stopped for good and he heard the sounds of doors opening. Blood loss was really getting to him now, and he barely registered getting hoisted out of the cab and brought into a building of some sort by the woman. What he could make out were a couple muffled words as she dragged him up the stairs. "Hold on.. little bit longer, kid... be in good hands... few minutes... okay?"
He didn't even try to respond, figuring that he probably wouldn't succeed. Instead, he nodded weakly, and decided that next time he was shot, he was just jumping off a building or something because this was very much not fun. But there was no way out now, considering he was in a populated building and temporary death for him would likely mean the very permanent death of others. The woman was shouting something at the other people there now, and he slumped into the arms of someone else, rapidly getting put onto a bed as chaos surrounded him. Someone was cutting away the blood-soaked remnants of his clothing around his injuries, while somebody else with.. purple? hands was doing something. Measuring temperature, maybe, or he could be a mutant with healing powers? Either way, Danny was sure that he'd now get to discover if he really did have a high internal body temperature. And judging by the way he winced just a little as he pressed hands to Danny's abdomen, the phoenix mutant was gonna have to go with his body temperature burned. Fun. You learn something new every day.
Except he was kind of too out of it to so much else, so just as he caught the woman who'd helped him enter the room he lay in, he passed out.
[OOC: Sorry about the really late post! I figured that this way you can now get some plots in for your character as Danny is unconscious, so feel free to do that, as he's out cold.]
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"It doesn't. My mutation, I mean," Margo said, almost lost in thought. Hmm. No combat capabilities, and not immediately obvious. That... did not leave a ton of options, to be honest. So far, pretty much every mutant he'd encountered had a mutation with combat capabilities. This was interesting, then.
"Why don't we? How about we go and try it out. If we survive we can hatch our evil plots later," she said laughing, and Danny grinned a little in response.
"It can't possibly be that bad, could it?" I mean, really. Worst that could happen would be a few burns here and there... "I don't know exactly how to get there from the front entrance, though," Danny added on to his last statement sheepishly. "I usually come in through the, ah, very back entrance." Also known as over the wall. But hey, he couldn't really sneak in through the front entrance, could he?
[OOC: Sorry again for the late post... school. Sucks. But anyway, do you want to move this to the Danger Room board in the Mansion, or would you prefer to keep it here?]
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
“How many times have you died?” she asked with a somewhat joking tone in her voice. Oh, very good question, and the answer was more times than he could count. But as he opened his mouth to respond, she started to speak again, and he shut his mouth immediately to let her finish speaking first. "I came back this summer, but I lived in New York three years ago. I’m originally from Nawlins, if you can’t tell by my accent. Right now I’m just going to school and working part-time at a mortuary. I like the people here. Very colorful. And I’ve never seen so many mutants in one place.”
Hmm. So she was going the school route. That was interesting. It may work for her - in fact, it probably did - but being on campus with large groups of people was just too risky in Danny's mind, in case he had an "accident," whether purposeful or legitimately accidental.
“But I must say, it is a little more dangerous here. I lived for almost two centuries and I’ve spent less than a year in New York. I’ve feared for myself here more than at any other time. And I helped during the wars. And the people here aren’t as friendly as other places. But that’s to be expected.” They halted as the light to cross the street turned red. "How about you? You’ve been in New York long?”
Danny nodded as she spoke, agreeing with almost all of her description of New York. He definitely worried about his life here, but it was more a "where" rather than a "what if," considering he didn't really actively take measures to stay unnoticed and not be killed. He was kind of bad at that. "Uh, a couple of years, now?" Danny responded, trying to remember. The days kind of just blurred together now. "A while. Right after the USSR collapsed, so around then. Been moving around the city, though, so it's not obvious that I don't age." He kept his apartment, of course, and his bank accounts all the same, but that was because no teller ever remembered him and nobody actually knew who lived in the apartment Danny owned, considering he put effort into not being noticed.
After that, he lapsed into silence, unsure of what to say. Absentmindedly, he swatted away at someone whose fingers were getting worryingly close to his wallet, before continuing walking in the brief lapse in the conversation.
Really sorry for people waiting on me to post. I do have a couple of posts partially written up, but last week was a nightmare for me, and this week doesn't look like it'll be too much better. After that, though, I should be back to my semi-regular sporadic posting schedule.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Oh come on, do you really expect me to believe that something that gaudy is any more than a toy? And here I was, thinking you may have had a brain in you." What - why - okay, that was too far. He did not just insult the gauntlet. This gauntlet was the paragon of badassery, thank you very much. Or at least he thought so. Most other people thought he was just stupid for getting it stuck permanently to his hand. Which may be why he got significantly more irritated when the kid insulted his intelligence.
He still thought it was badass.
"Well, either way, there's no real reason to stand around chatting. I'm sure we all have better things to do." Yes. Yes, they really did, and those "better things" did not involve this nosy kid. “So if you really feel that way, would you mind calling, oh, ambulances for 6 and save me the trouble?” Oh, now it was on. Danny did not appreciate getting sassed. He was only okay with it when he was the one doing the sassing.
...dammit, now his internal monologue sounded like a teenage girl. But still. He was giving the kid one last chance. Leaving his gauntlet activated in order to show the kid what a taser felt like should he decide to start a fight, he spoke.
"Look, I don't want to fight you," Danny said at his best attempt at a placating tone of voice, though it still came out sounding aggressive. "I don't intend to fight you either. So would you mind just leaving and saving us all the trouble of having to deposit of your... pasty... ass?" He really didn't intend that to come out as a question. He really hoped the kid didn't realize it came out as a question. But he wasn't used to insulting people, okay? Usually he was a shoot-first-sass-later kind of guy.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
As they walked into the Mansion, Danny was surprised to see nobody paying that much attention to them. Maybe not about himself - sure, he occasionally had an, uh, explosive personality (heh heh), but he was good at staying unnoticed. Now, Margo, he figured somebody would notice her. Wasn't she living in the Mansion? But no, apparently not.
"So, now that we're here, where to? I don't suppose you want just wander around. My room is upstairs, but that would we weird. And awkward." Yes, it kind of would be. He sincerely hoped she had a better idea than that. "There are a lot of places about where we can, you know, hang out, chat, hatch our evil plots."
Ooh, evil plots.
He liked the sound of that.
But, sadly, this was the Mansion. And no random trip to the Mansion would be complete without sneaking into the Danger Room. And he said precisely that.
"Why not try out the Danger Room?" he suggested. "I don't know if your mutation has combat capabilities, but it might be fun." Suddenly, he frowned, considering something else. "Er, if you're not a fighter, than we don't have to. Evil plots sound awesome as well."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
