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.
"Right then, let's get you outta here," the woman said briskly and much to Danny's surprise. Oh well, didn't people always say it'd be fun to try new experiences? And getting a bullet wound patched up was definitely a new experience. Not one that he particularly wanted to have, but hey, he was in this position now, so why not. Might help to figure out how to do it himself, because that might come in handy at some point...
"So, this is most likely gonna hurt. Just keep talking and don't close your eyes, kid. If you can stay awake you should be golden until I can patch you up." Oh, lovely. As she spoke, she grabbed an arm and hefted it over her shoulders, before - oh, hell. That was embarrassing. Slung over her shoulders, he tried to keep himself awake, having given up on talking, and kind of drifted off until she deposited him gently into the backseat of a cab.
Once he was settled, and relatively comfortably at that, the woman moved to the front seat of the cab. He couldn't see much of the exchange from where he was, but he could hear them.
"You know what the Sanctuary is? ...good. Then you know how well they react to humans mistreating mutants. Guess what? I'm a mutant, so I suggest you start driving before this becomes a problem."
Ooh, the Sanctuary! This was actually quite convenient. He'd wanted to visit it, and hadn't actually gotten around to it because finding it would take so much effort, but this made it all so much easier. Apparently, getting himself into fatal or near-fatal situations made everything easier.
...he wasn't entirely sure when his life had reached the point that that had become his main philosophy.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Well, she did not look like she appreciated Danny's last comment. It was an accident. An accident. It wasn't like he'd known that killing the one guy would end in a huge global conflict, did he?
"So much for staying away from dangerous topics, huh?" She seemed surprisingly calm, considering the bomb he had just inadvertently dropped, but all of a sudden her expression seemed to turn apologetic. Why - oh. Really, he couldn't carry on a normal conversation about his mutation anymore. It just wasn't possible, it seemed. And usually because people kind of pitied his inability to have normal human relationships because everyone grew up and died so quickly, but to be honest, it didn't really bother him. It was so much easier being a nomad, considering people tended to notice after a while and it was simpler to just move around so he didn't have that issue. But other than the "people who don't age tend to become obvious after a while" issue, eternal life wasn't so bad. Sure, it had been kind of depressing in the earlier years, and Danny was probably going to have another internal crisis in a couple of decades or so, but right now, it was fine. There were quite a few interesting characters he'd met here in New York, and that was enough to keep him entertained.
"Sorry," Margo suddenly said in a quiet tone of voice.
"Oh, don't worry, it doesn't bother me," Danny quickly replied. "You have your own way of seeing life, I have mine. I don't really need the same things... uh, mortals do."
Just then, as they rounded a corner, and the Mansion came into view. "Looks like we're here," Danny said, grateful for the change of subject. But by now, he'd completely forgotten why they were walking to the Mansion anyway, and fell silent, hoping that maybe Margo would give a hint as to why they were here again.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Where's Maya?" the blood-controlling girl slurred, before telling Danny to tell the other girl in the room instead. Okay. He could do that. But as she passed out, the woman spoke to him as well.
"Look, I don't know who you are. Frankly I don't much care right at this minute, you are going to have to wait out into the hallway. I need to get... Myself, dressed. Then we are making a visit to the doctor, and then we can deal with whatever caused this. Deal?"
Okay, harsh. Very harsh. He raised his hands placatingly and started to back out the door, saying, "Okay, sure, leaving. Oh, uh - considering this seems to be a body swap, the real Maya is probably at my apartment, so... I guess I'll try to find her, then?" Without waiting for a response, he rapidly backed out, fleeing back in the general direction of the room he had woken up in.
Except he couldn't find it.
Well, this place was ridiculously huge. Now if only he could find a phone.
Or a mirror. He really, really liked this new skill set.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
As he started to wake up, Danny became very aware of flames flickering very close to him and the fact that somebody was near his formerly dead body.
Oh, shoot. He didn't want to have to waste time saving a concerned bystander and then explaining that no, the forklift? That was just a flesh wound, didn't hurt a bit, his torn shirt and all that blood was just from a scratch.
Except then he started to make out words, and though the concern was evident in her voice, she seemed a little bit like she had some ulterior intentions for helping a very obvious mutant in the middle of a very much on fire wharf.
"- Aura... aid you, can... stand?" He shook his head to try and clear the post-rebirth fuzz as he rolled over, wincing as he smelled the very strong stench of random crap burning. The woman - Aura, was it? - was helping him up, and he let her with little resistance, still trying to clear the ringing in his head. It was a wonder he hadn't burned yet - actually, he probably had, but it had likely healed while he was still dead.
"Uh, Da - Firebird," he muttered, shaking his head again. "Firebird. My name's Firebird." Well, first time he'd used that name in a while, but she seemed to be using a codename too. And he could faintly see a sort of purplish glow around her, so he would assume that was the aura her name referred too. "Um, thanks for the offer, but, uh - I'm assuming you aren't quite as resilient as me, and so you probably want to get out before you burn? I'll be fine." Truth be told, he was slightly worried because she was an unidentified mutant in the middle of an abandoned wharf in the late evening, which was very shady already. Now, Danny had been here to save a cat. He kind of doubted that she had intentions which were similarly chivalrous.
Oh. Kay. Unlike other guys who would've been put in this situation, Danny immediately whipped his head around to face in the other direction, scrambling to prop himself up with an arm in the doorway (okay, maybe he wasn't used to being this tall and was leaning on everything he could to compensate), facing downwards as he tried to keep from blushing. Only when he heard the sound of someone scrambling under a sheet did he very slowly turn back around, making sure that she was covered before he turned to fully face the two, slightly embarrassed himself.
Evil woman!girl's face was bright red, clearly embarrassed because that was her body everyone had seen naked, while girl!evil woman was cowering under the sheets, clearly embarrassed because... well, she'd been in the body that was naked. A beat or two passed in completely awkward silence as everyone tried to avoid looking at each other, and a few seconds passed before Danny - in his usual tactless manner - spoke.
"So," he said, wincing as a voice that was very much not his own came out of his mouth. God, at least the two people in front of him who had switched were girls. He was not, and now he was.
Only then did he notice that the blood from the cut on his arm had somehow morphed into a spike and was now hovering in front of his face in a clearly threatening manner. He frowned in irritation at it and resisted the urge to swat it away, as he was sure that wouldn't end well.
"Uh, I think it's obvious we have a problem here," Danny continued, deciding to ignore the blood spike and to keep on going, "and that I am not Mirror. I don't know how to get her back in this body, but I may know where she is." He paused, thinking of what to say next, and considered introducing himself for a moment before deciding that he really didn't want her screaming at him for being in her girlfriend's body, of all people. "I think it'll actually be better for everyone were I not to clarify who I actually am. So, what next?"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Oh, dear lord, what was going on. The strange girl had turned into a giant hovering blood person, and was proceeding to impale as many things as she possibly could around her, though she seemed to be trying to avoid stabbing that evil woman and Danny himself. Probably. He wouldn't have particularly minded if one had hit the former, though...
Ironically, even as he though that, a...blood...spear? flew right by him, slicing the outside of his left arm. He glanced at the injury unconcernedly as blood started to well out. Eh, wasn't a big deal, it'd heal rather quickly after he went through a - sh*t. Whoops. Now he'd have to actually work on his self-preservation. This swap was proving to be more irritating than anything, but it was kind of fun. He had different powers that he could actually control, and they didn't involve constant accidental property damage!
But now to figure out how to respond to the problem at hand. Clearly, the girl wanted Mirror, considering she was screaming her name. Sadly, Danny could not follow through on that, considering the real Mirror looked like him, and -
Oh, wait.
She'd said, "Change me back."
Well, crap. That probably meant the evil lady was in the body of the girl, and the girl was in the body of the evil woman. Now that he thought about it, that was most likely what had happened. He and Mirror clearly weren't the only ones, then. But he still didn't know what to do. He contemplated pretending that he was Mirror to comfort the person currently screaming and impaling everything in sight, but then decided that he was still pissed at her for the break-in incident, and leaned against the doorway instead, crossing his arms matter-of-factly and staying put. He knew that the two of them were suffering through what he was as well, so he wasn't leaving when he had people he could ask for help. But he also wasn't helping because she was the victim.
Wow. He really did dislike her.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
I'm always willing to thread with anyone! Danny is very, very morally ambiguous, so I'm sure he wouldn't have a problem with somebody of the Sanctuary.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Danny glanced curiously in the direction of the sound, drifting towards it, naturally assuming that disaster was imminent from that direction. But he was okay with that. Not like he could die, anyway -
Oh, wait. If he could use Mirror's powers...
Sh*t. Then he probably couldn't use his own. He definitely didn't want to try to find out.
Walking as a woman was kind of strange, as he was just discovering. Mirror was taller than he was, and leaner in a more muscular way, while Danny was just plain skinny. And there were these new anatomical differences that were just plain confusing. But he wasn't that disoriented, to be honest - the powers he could've been landed with could be a lot less controllable than Mirror's, and at least he knew the basics of how hers worked, having been given a rundown previously. Also, nothing really affected him at this point.
As he started to near the source of the screaming, he slowly became aware of somebody else's voice speaking through out. And once he arrived at the room where the sound was coming from and boldly stepped in, he was rather confused to see a girl he didn't know surrounded by... floating blood? The evil woman was kneeling down next to her, though, and it seemed as if she was trying to soothe the girl. He - or was it she now - raised an eyebrow, slowly backing up and starting to leave the room, trying to be as subtle as possible.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
As soon as he woke up, Danny noticed that something was wrong.
For starters, when he opened his eyes, it was clear that the room was very different from his own. Then he realized that the bed didn't quite feel right, or even remotely familiar.
Then he realized that someone was trying to get out of the bed with him, clearly trying to be quiet.
When he rolled over to check, still half-asleep and barely registering much, he caught a glimpse of abnormally pale hair as the other person clambered out of the bed. He stared at it blearily for a moment, before suddenly it hit him where he'd seen that hair before.
And nope. Nope. He absolutely - nope. He had not slept with that evil, evil woman. Especially since she was so much older than him physically - that was disgusting. Well, now he was fully awake, and as the other mutant scrambled out of the room, Danny himself was scrambling out of the bed. On his way out, he caught his leg on the sheets, and promptly proceeded to trip and faceplant on the floor. Ow. That hurt a lot more -
Wait a second. His chest didn't normally hurt that much after he landed on it.
Apprehensively, he slowly started to look down, and proceeded to loose a storm of swear words that would've made a sailor blush.
And then proceeded to run in the general direction of the door, missing, and going straight into a mirror.
Well, he definitely knew which girl's body he had now.
That didn't make the transfer into the mirror world any less disorienting, though - he'd been carried in before by Mirror, when she'd been in her own body, but that was drastically different. Danny wasn't entirely sure how to get out, and so he decided to just walk back the way he came. YOLO, right?
That worked, and so, thinking as logically as possible in this ridiculous situation, he decided to go search for a phone. Presumably, this meant that Mirror was in his own body, and he had his own number. He wandered out into the hallway, glancing around, before picking a direction and going that way.
He'd handle the fact that he'd slept in the same bed as that evil, evil woman later.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Yeah," Margo said after yet another heavy silence, and Danny got the feeling that she was not entirely pleased with his response. "I mean...somewhere, in some book...our stories are being written. And I think we decide how they are written. And...as dumb as it sounds... I think at the same time our paths are already laid out in front of us."
Danny resisted the very strong temptation to argue, as natural as that was - he was stubborn, and he knew it, so at least he was aware that this would dive into a full-blown argument should he continue it. So he didn't, even though he really wanted to, especially since the whole fate thing was a constant source of annoyance for him. He lived forever. Most others didn't, or at least had some way out. He'd tried - nothing could kill him, not even a freaking volcano, because he'd just woken up after the eruption had deposited him into a calcified wasteland. So he really preferred to believe that there wasn't somebody writing his book, as she had put it, because he really hated whoever that was, constantly making him suffer through rebirths and dying every other day. His life was like depressing angsty fanfiction at this point.
Not that he read depressing angsty fanfiction. No, of course not.
Then Margo said something again, changing the subject, and with an undertone of sarcastic humor in her voice.
"Why, may I ask, does everything with you evolve into some sort of a fight?"
That... was a very good question. Probably because he lived so long and needed some source of entertainment, and adrenaline was the only way he could find it, even if he was essentially guaranteed to win a fight no matter what. But he wasn't going to say that. Instead, he gave a small, amused laugh, and said, "No idea. It just kind of happens. Either I'm just really aggressive, or conflict just happens to follow me around." Then he frowned. "Except for when I start it. World War I was an accident." All the other assassins had been caught but him, and he had only functioned as a trainer anyway because there was no point in him trying to assassinate the Archduke and then commit suicide, considering we all knew how that would work out.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
You may be wondering how Danny got into a situation like this again.
You may also be wondering whether it was because he'd gotten into a stupid fight he couldn't win. Again.
Or you just may not care, period, in which case I'm going to explain anyway.
Danny was not lying in an incinerated mess of what used to be a small loading dock that was still burning because he had done something blatantly idiotic - well, that was still debatable. But no, not a fight. He was in this sad, sad position because of a goddamn motherf**king cat. He was trying to save it from being run over by a rampant forklift in the empty wharf after it decided to smash ALL the buttons on the panel, and Danny, who happened to be strolling through the same wharf, ended up taking the hit instead.
The cat survived. Danny did not.
And now he had set private property on fire. Again.
Well, it wasn't as if he was conscious enough to care, at the moment. He'd kind of been shish-kebabed, and that kind of injury took a while to heal. It was kind of sad that Danny now unconsciously wore his nicer shirts only when leaving his apartment for under twenty minutes at a time.
But as he lay facedown on the asphalt, the back of his shirt torn open and drenched with blood, any nearby observer could see that the wound was very literally knitting itself back together, even though the body it was on was still technically dead.
Only for another minute or two, though. And then he'd get up and find that goddamn cat. What would he do then? Good question, and the answer was probably nothing. His life was too sad already to spend a small part of it berating a cat.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Danny's not actually a member of either the Mansion or the Sanctuary, but I'd definitely like to do a thread with you sometime. It'd be kind of funny to see Danny try to deal with the kind of hardcore punk-ness Adil seems to have.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
