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.
Well, that had to be the most inconvenient step back he'd encountered in a while. And it had to be a mutant with a tail, too - now his way in was completely blocked, unless he wanted to shove past her tail, which would be more than awkward. But as the owner spoke a bit to her, finally letting her in, it became obvious that it was now Danny's turn.
Oh, wait a second, he had a couple of fake IDs on him. He had forgotten about those - he'd purchased them from some guy for a very high price, and they had passed cursory inspections before, so no reason they wouldn't now. With a completely stoic face, Danny reached into his pocket, pulling out a driver's license and offering it to the man behind the host stand. Behind him, he saw through his peripheral vision as a girl who definitely looked underage walked in. She seemed abnormally pale, and come to think of it, so did that woman in the back. He couldn't see much of the latter woman, but he couldn't fight the feeling that she looked kind of familiar. Oh well, he would deal with that later - right now, he had to handle this situation.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
As the kid gave a short but scornful laugh at Danny's attempt at describing the situation, the mutant held back a wince, realizing that he had definitely lost something in paraphrasing there. He hadn't wanted to reveal too much, considering he didn't want an innocent kid getting stuck in the middle of a kidnapping conspiracy, but clearly he hadn't revealed enough to show that he was the good guy here. "What, did she steal information you need for your grand master plan to make a big score that will end in a giant shoot out with big explosions and lots of random dead gangsters?" Wait, what? Was the kid assuming that the girl wasn't a legitimate girl, as in a little kid? Dammit. He really sucked at explanations. And now the other guy was staring very, very pointedly at Danny's hand on his weapon, but okay, he had a right to do that. He was feeling slightly threatened. Which was stupid; this kid had to be sixteen at most, and Danny was over two hundred and fifty.
Stepping closer to Danny with a decidedly threatening posture, the kid said, "Also, who are you to call me kid, eh coward?" He punctuated his words mid-sentence by lifting his left hand and cracking the knuckle with a rather loud noise. Behind Danny, his underlings shifted - it could be easily mistaken as boredom, but there was actually a bit of discomfort too. Thank god Danny wasn't the only one feeling threatened here, or else his pride would be dead. But now he was a little bit irritated as well - he had every right to call the kid... well, kid, but the newcomer had no right to call him a coward. Even if it was pretty much entirely true most of the time.
Keeping a perfectly straight face, though, Danny lifted his left hand in response. That was the gauntleted one, and with a snap of his fingers, the sound echoing through the alley, electricity started to crackle through the wiring inside the glove, making a relatively loud humming noise, as the blue veins started to glow and distinguish themselves from the black cloth covering his hand.
"I said, this is none of your business," Danny replied coolly, trying very hard not to get irritated or just spill all the information about the job because he didn't want to fight an innocent kid. "I don't have to explain myself to you. Leave before I have to take more drastic measures."
An empty threat, but the kid wouldn't know that. Danny would sooner spill, as would the three men working under him, than hurt an innocent kid when trying to save another. It just didn't make sense. Also, they were running out of time, and there was no point wasting what little they had beating up and dumping some teenager somewhere.
That was totally a secondary reason only.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
“Oh wow. You’re old. I’m around 190.” Oh. Well, sixty years difference. Better than him and most humans, though. “Hmm, that was around the beginning of our great nation. Oh how it has changed.”
And wasn't that true. For starters, America was a thing now! But to be honest, Danny hadn't spent much time in America when important events had happened - in fact, he'd completely missed the Civil War, having been in another country at the time.
Only then did Danny notice the way Emily was looking at him. He was pretty good at reading other people's emotions - side effect of living so long - and she looked the tiniest bit creeped out by him. At the very least, she was acting kind of cautious. And he didn't really blame her. He was pretty much as morally ambiguous as possible, and that usually caught the attention of others rather quickly. Though while others interpreted it as him being evil, he liked to think that acting good or evil was just a means to the end. He'd use whichever method was more effective, and while he tried to avoid collateral damage, sometimes it happened.
“A fiery inferno? Sounds dangerous. Remind me never to kill you, c’est bon? I don’t die because I’m already dead. I don’t breathe, eat, sleep, smell, or taste. I don’t feel the pain of a dagger or the comforting feel of soft kittens.”
Well, she didn’t seem super upset about it. But he supposed that while that did have its downsides, she couldn’t die, period, which was more than what Danny had. And as that thought passed through his mind, he mused out loud, “Must be nice to not feel it when you die. Er - stay the way you are, technically, but for me, die. And then just come back to life.) Well, that got dark fast. He paused for a moment, trying to think of something else to say. “So, how long have you been in New York, then, and what have you been doing?"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Something was very off about Danny's victim right about now, and it took him a good five seconds to figure it out - he was looking past Danny, the more obvious threat, and staring wide-eyed at something behind his attacker. But by then, it was too late. There was a sickening crack from behind him that sounded disturbingly like a nose breaking, and as Danny whipped around, arm still holding the traitor against the wall, he saw that was exactly what it was. One of his men was out cold, having been shoved against a wall by a long-haired newcomer who looked no older than Danny. Physically. Hopefully, not actually, because Danny could swear that he'd only met one human being in New York, with the rest being mutants. And he really wasn't in the mood to fight with a mutant.
"Mind if I join the party?" Who did this kid think he was, jutting in on this? He didn't have time to explain himself to a random belligerent kid. So his first response was to break the traitor's leg.
Yup, you read that correctly. With one well-placed kick, the limb snapped with a noise even more sickening than the kid had produced knocking out one of his men, and as he fell howling to the ground in pain, Danny turned fully to address the new threat. He walked forward a few paces, motioning to his three remaining underlings to move behind him, which they did with no hesitation, casting their former teammate scornful looks.
"This is none of your business, kid," Danny said cautiously, left hand resting easily on where one of his knives sat tucked into the waistband of his pants, concealed under his shirt. "This guy's a traitor, and so I'm just handling the situation. He lost us someone we need to find, and we're just trying to figure out where she is now."
And that... well, that was wonderfully comforting. Danny didn't want to have to fight the kid, but he'd have to think of something better to say than that. He racked his brain as he stood there, facing the kid, trying very hard to think of something to say that wouldn't sound horribly suspicious.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"This is your f**king goddamn fault, you hear me?" Danny snarled, slamming the other man against the wall, hands fisted in the lapels of his coat.
"Yeah!" one of the burly men standing behind Danny chimed in.
"Shut up," came the irritated response, and the man immediately proceeded to do so.
"Now," Danny growled, turning his attention back to his victim. "Where was I?"
In order to fully understand the strange situation at hand, in which Danny's usual position as the one getting beaten up was completely reversed, we'd have to back up a bit and take a good look at the context of the situation. The man he currently had pressed against the brick wall of an alleyway was a former crony of his. Yes, that's right - Danny now had cronies. In fact, he not only had cronies, he had a territory. With all the gang members he interacted with, Danny had decided it was time to start a gang of his own - with a little twist. He paid his subordinates, of course, and paid them well, but they weren't paid to act as accomplices to crimes. Nope, they simply defended the area in a twenty mile radius around where Danny lived and kept it safe enough for the various homeless children Danny had befriended to roam. Also, they acted as accomplices for when Danny found a job and needed a bit of muscle. Like the other day, when a contact of his had told him of a rich man looking for someone to find his kidnapped daughter, unwilling to pay the ransom until the last possible minute because he was afraid they'd kill her anyway.
And so Danny had gathered a group of his men, who he had personally vetted to all be surprisingly nice people (if not too smart), and tracked down the place (which was conveniently in his territory - wow, it felt kind of badass to say that) where the kidnappers were keeping the girl.
Except the man he was currently raging at, who was the smallest of the group and looked twenty-something at most, had tattled to the kidnappers in exchange for a substantial bribe. And they moved her and shortened the deadline in response to a few hours from now. And now this traitor was their only lead.
"I'm gonna ask this one last time," Danny gritted out to the vaguely terrified looking man he was restraining, "before I demonstrate on you what your organs look like outside your body. Where. Is. She?"
"You can't do this, man," the guy stuttered out, clearly frightened at least slightly.
"Try me," was Danny's only response.
But even as he said this, with the four men standing behind him listening, it never quite registered in his mind how bad this must look for him should someone have witnessed the exchange.
He really should pay more attention to his words more often.
“I’m not immortal. Well, I guess you could say I was. I’ve died once. Come back and haven't died since," the girl replied, adjusting her scarf to cover her chest wound, but Danny caught sight of neck stitches and slight bruising in the process. So...a zombie? Or a Frankenstein's monster? He'd never encountered one before, but hey, he was a phoenix with no real useful powers (i.e. fire manipulation or actually being able to fly), so hey, first time for everything.
“I have one specific shop I want to go to before I finish shopping for the day. But it looks like I’ll have to go the long way to get to the other block.” So was that a yes? He was going with that was a yes. As she handed the knife over, he accepted it with a small smile. She had been right with saying it was big, as he wasn't entirely sure how he could conceal that. But eventually, he figured something out - pulling a long strip of thick, black cloth from an inside pocket of his jacket, he wrapped it around the blade as a temporary sheath (yes, he carried that with him just for occasions like this), and tucked it into that same pocket, where it sat quite comfortably. Perfect. Emily started walking back towards the main road once he'd gotten that taken care of, and he hurried to follow.
“So you say you’re an immortal also? How old are you?”
"Ah, almost 250," he said sheepishly. "Kind of lost track at some point." And wasn't this a perfectly normal conversation, walking down the street, discussing their ages which were likely well over the lifespan of any regular human. "I'm legitimately immortal, though - I die, I blow up in a fiery inferno, come back to life, repeat. What about you? How old? And, uh - can you just not die, or do you do something like me?"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Er...Crowd control, I guess? I mean that's what the X-team usually does anyway. I'll try to phone Sam and let him know out theory. In the meantime... we already know we can effectively kill other people's nightmares. So let's go help some people out... Um. Follow the screams, I guess?"
"Sam. Who's Sam?" was the first thing Danny asked, before nearly facepalming in embarrassment. There went his naturally suspicious personality, and that was in no way what they should be focusing on. God, having morals was such a struggle now.
"Actually, ignore that," he said quickly to try and cover up what he had said. "Follow the screams. Very good logic. Do we not want to figure out the source of the nightmares, though? That might help just a bit." There were just two of them, though - he wasn't particularly sure how they could solve anything, especially what seemed to be a citywide epidemic.
But right on cue, someone screamed a few alleys away, followed by a rather disturbing squelching noise that Danny did not really want to see the source of. He glanced at Mirror, motioning at her to go first. "After you?"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"DANNY!" somebody shouted from behind him - he was gonna go with that being Maya. "Leave him! I'll call in MRC. Just make sure people get out safe!" Dammit. Another moral crisis. Get the kid who did that or help with something the security personnel could probably handle on their own? Still deciding, he leapt out the window and swore as the kid tossed a few disembodied pieces of a stuffed animal at him - they had been hard before. But as he failed miserably at dodging them, the animal's leg hit his foot, and he realized with surprise that it was soft. Which meant...the pillar was hard again. Lovely. Of course, that also meant that a significantly shorter pillar had probably frozen back in its crumpled state, but the roof would probably hold, as a quick glance back showed Mars, who seemed to be conjuring another one of her mist things. So he doubled his speed instead, running hard to catch up with the kid.
He seemed to be running towards the bus, which Danny could easily stop. He had easily made his way past airport security with his knives by making a tablet case look as if there was a tablet in there with an imprinted lead lining and a false pouch [Disclaimer: Don't actually try this, because I don't know if it legitimately works, but it did in a book], and now had relocated all four of them into his jacket. So he drew one, whipping it towards the tire of the bus. It missed the kid by about four feet, which he had intended, but sunk neatly into the tire, which started to deflate with a soft hissing noise.
"Hey, kid!" Danny shouted again, trying to get his attention. "Stop it! I swear the X-Men or MRC won't get you, okay? Just stop running away, you ungrateful bastard! You've already escalated from stealing a suitcase to nearly crashing an airport, and I will cover the damages, but only if you stop running!"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"I thought old people don't like computers," Gawain said with a smirk, biting into the muffin. Danny just glared at him with more indignation than irritation. "And the 'guns blazing' part is the part I'm trying to avoid. I've got some friends, but they're all over the place, and also, I'd like to drag as few X-men members into this as possible. Team's gotta keep up appearances."
Well. Danny understood the whole "not dragging X-Men in" thing, but avoiding violence was a problem for him. He didn't actively seek it out, but it sure kept on finding him.
"Spooky probably beats violent, in this case. I guess."
Goddammit. He was used to spooking people with copious amounts of violence. In fact, his first meeting with Gawain - Maya at the time - had involved him easily picking off an entire gang of thugs.
That last one didn't count. He got him with the explosion in the end, anyway.
With those restrictions, Danny was kind of at a loss. He lived and breathed combat, and didn't do much else to solve a problem - that adrenaline rush was kind of the only thing he had to look forward to nowadays, and okay, maybe he was a little addicted to killing people. But only bad people, thank you very much.
Just as he opened his mouth to make another suggestion, though, the doorbell rang. Glancing at his watch, Danny saw with horror that it was six o'clock - his watchers were coming to check up on him.
"Sh*t," he hissed, motioning at Gawain to follow him. Without checking to see if he was following, assuming he was, he rushed to the office space down the hall. Moving to an old-looking bookshelf, he quickly pushed in a series of books in sequence, as if punching in a code - corny, but effective. The bookshelf swung outward to reveal a room illuminated by the floor-to-ceiling one-way window to the left of the door, with a bed tucked into the corner with a full-length mirror, and a door leading to a small bathroom on the opposite side. On the wall to his right, weapons of every sort hung mounted, from bazookas to a more classic katana. "In here," he called softly, only now glancing back for Gawain as the men outside his door started knocking loudly.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
A short time," Margo said in response to Danny's own vague answer, and he nodded. She didn't say anything else, and assuming that meant their brief attempt at conversation had ended, he just glanced down at his feet and kept walking. Her silence seemed to indicate that she was thinking, and with nothing better to do, Danny's mind started to wander as well.
He liked this city, especially for the anonymity it provided - to those who didn't know him, he was simply another face in the crowd. Being uprooted and forced to leave, start over somewhere he'd never been and pretend to be someone else he was not - that life had never particularly appealed to him, even after living it for so long. Change was fun, of course, but only when he had somewhere he could call home to go back to at the end of the day, and especially friends to ask for help when he truly needed it. The question now was whether Margo would become one of those people.
"I guess things change, and we just have to let fate do the deciding," came the quiet voice from beside him. He let out a noncommittal huff in response.
"Things change, yeah, but there's no such thing as fate," Danny said after another pause. "We have to roll with the punches, sure, but we decide ourselves how to fight back."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"So... you're either a mutant, or packing some kinda bomb vest then?" Bomb - why the hell would he be packing a bomb vest? He'd have to be a crap suicide bomber to get shot before he could detonate. Also, if he were wearing a bomb vest, it probably would've blown from the shots to begin with.
"Well, there's two ways this can end then, if you're gonna go and blow up on me. I can either leave you here to do just that, or bleed out... which is far more likely. OR I can haul your ass to a friend of mine and have him fix you up good as new. Shouldn't be too far from here, actually." That...hmm. First time he had ever actually debated whether to die or not. It'd be less trouble to just explode, of course, but he was in a crowded area. Somebody else could get hurt due to the fact that this wasn't the deepest alley ever.
"Might need to confiscate a car to get there though. Carrying you is out of the question." And just as she said that, Danny's attacker did the lying-down equivalent of keeling over and dying. Thank god that guy was finally out of the picture. But he didn't particularly want to steal a car - that was some guy's livelihood she'd be stealing. Insurance rates were high nowadays, and it just didn't feel morally -
Oh, come on, when had he ever cared about morals.
"So how much time exactly do you feel you have before you blow?" And wasn't that the million-dollar question, although she didn't have to be so sarcastic about it. Seemed like he'd just have to rush out a full explanation and let her judge.
"Until I die," he said, shrugging. "No bomb vest, just a mutation. Can't die, just end up blowing up when I do, even though I resurrect in minutes. I'm used to just dying when I've got an irritating injury because I heal more slowly - but I guess it's up to you. I don't particularly mind dying, I just don't want to hurt anyone or be at the site of a murder and explosion, unconscious."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
“Yes, though coat-dresses weren’t that popular back in Nawlins." ...what? It took Danny a minute to decipher the thick Southern accent, having not spent that much time there himself. “Too hot. For here, it’s perfect. Even though temperature doesn’t bother me anymore.” Well, lucky her. But she seemed to be indicating that she was a fellow immortal, and Danny grinned a little.
She pulled the knife out of her chest slowly, and Danny couldn't help envying her a bit for being able to do that. Must be nice to not incinerate everything when killed, especially when living the rough life of a somewhat criminally-attuned mutant in NYC.
“I hope I can patch this dress up. This skin will be easy, since I work at a mortuary. But I’m not sure if I want to see stitch line - What am I talking about? A man doesn’t want to hear about fashion.” He'd been interested, actually, but whatever suited her - based off the not-actually-dying-when-stabbed, lack of ability to feel temperature, and comment about stitching her skin, he was going to conclude that he was talking to a zombie. Well, would you look at that. A phoenix and a zombie meet in an alley. Sounded like the start of a bad joke.
The woman started to walk towards him, offering a hand. “My name is Emily. If you are friends with that boy, I’m sorry I scared him.” The kid wasn't one of his, but might be later should Danny see him again. He had a thing for finding young, confused street urchins and finding jobs or ways to survive for them. But he took the proffered hand, listening and letting go as she spoke again.
“I’m about to head back to the main road. I was trying to take a short-cut this way but it seems to be blocked. Would you like a knife? I have no use for something this big.”
"Uh, I'm Danny," he said first, deciding to get that out of the way. "And sure, I'll take it. I've got quite a few already, but it doesn't hurt to have extras." It looked a little bit unwieldy, with the handle too small to use it extremely effectively, but it would definitely hold in a fight. "Would you like me to come with you? Sorry about coming off a little eager, but I've never actually met another immortal before."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"All right. You two. Danny, do you understand what she is saying? Tell him to calm down. We've got this. She is obviously a mutant, so please do ask her where she is headed, because if she is alone, we might as well take her to the school and sort this out there. Alternately, we can call in the MRC, but I would really rather not until we have to."
Danny opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, the girl spoke instead.
“Mars. And I'm sorry, I, well, I don't know. Too many things.”
So she did speak pretty good English, French was just her first language. After a few moments, she seemed to want to speak again, but this time, she was the one cut off by the other kid - holy sh*t, he did recognize that kid. The gay mutant in the alley a while ago. Well, way to repay that debt.
"I don't like being stuffed in mirrors or being knocked out and tied up. But what it does show is that you are rather annoyingly good. So I am going to have to resort to rather more drastic measures."
Then he...touched the floor and the pillar. Lovely. Very drastic measures those were.
And then Danny remembered what he had said his powers were, and noticed that he was gripping the noticeably soft leg of a pillow pet.
Before he could move, though, he heard a shout from the girl - Mars.
“Non! Arrêtez!” No, stop...?
To his surprise, the grim reaper mist thing then made a reappearance, chasing after the boy. But as the roof started to collapse as the softening pillar started to squish in on itself, the reaper was redirected - presumably by Mars - to hold up the roof, along with some overly large spider-thing and a weird bear cloud. They seemed to be doing fine holding up the roof, so Danny started to sprint after the kid. He wasn't very fast, all things considering, but he looked significantly more physically fit than the kid he was chasing.
"Hey! You!" he shouted. "Slow down, you're not in trouble unless you hurt somebody, and you haven't yet! But you almost did, so just stop, okay?"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
