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.
"You might have come to the wrong place with that one. X-men don't kill, not unless we really have to. Kinda ruins the team's profile with the police..." Oops. He understood that reasoning, but damn was it annoying. It was nice to not have very many morals. "At the same time, police or not, I don't think giving them up would work either. They'd be out in no time and back to hunting your ass down for fun." Another problem. Danny preferred when his ass wasn't being hunted down, for fun or for business, thank you very much.
Gawain finished up his coffee as Danny waited patiently, finally saying, "I'll take you back to your place through the mirrors so they can't tell where you're coming from. We'll figure out the rest there. Let me... er. Get dressed, I guess, and grab my gear."
Danny nodded in response, saying, "Yeah, sorry about the whole coming at five am part. I've been having trouble getting away, and this was really my only choice. I can wait."
Meanwhile, he'd have to start thinking up other ideas. There was bribery, though he suspected that wouldn't last for very long, or just making his peace with them somehow. How exactly he would do that was the real question.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Zzzt. Electricity crackled as Danny speared yet another spider in the eye, shuddering as the mandibles clicked inches away from his arm. He whipped his knife out as he spun around, slicing another across its ugly face. Below him, he could hear Maya muttering something, but he paid no attention. That is, until he heard a gunshot go off. In a brief lull during his fight with the spiders, he glanced over the edge of the roof, just to see Mitchell... dodge an arrow?
"DANNY! WHAT THE HELL IS HE?!"
She was now hiding behind a dumpster, which was probably a good idea considering that gun was from the Revolutionary War. No wonder he missed.
"For starters, he's dead!" Danny shouted back. "I made sure of that! But I've got no clue what this is, though. I'm assuming nightmare monsters, considering these ugly as sh*t spiders up here!" He punctuated that last sentence with a vicious stab into another spider's abdomen as it made a flying leap towards him. Dodging it, it fell over the edge and towards Maya, dissipating right before it hit her. "Oops," he muttered. More loudly, he shouted, "He couldn't dodge an arrow last I checked, though! Not sure what's up with that."
"You really gone and done it this time, huh." Heh. That was about right. So... yeah, I guess the phoenix trick's not gonna work, huh. Well then. First off, we gotta get you out of the Mansion. If they found out where you'd run, they'd come knocking, and we definitely don't want that with all the kids around. Second, we gotta deal with this, once and for all. You can't just run and hide from the mob. Never works out on the long run."
Danny nodded, fully understanding where Gawain was coming from on that. If it were up to him, he would've never gone to the Mansion to begin with to contact Mirror, but he had never gotten a phone number or anything from the other mutant, making that difficult.
"We could always just head back to my place," he suggested. "I could always say I just left for breakfast or something. That way, we've got two days to plan without them chasing us. And I've actually got a secret room thing where you can hide." Also known as the guest bathroom, but it really was a secret room. He'd renovated it a bit just in case something like this happened, meaning that it was near impossible to find if you didn't already know where it was and how to get in, and it was slightly more comfortable to stay in. "Also, an arsenal," he supplied, leaving the thought unspoken - massacre every member of this specific mob.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Brought a friend, Daniel?" the apparition said pleasantly, and Danny curled his lips up into a snarl before glancing back to see the source of the clattering noises behind him.
"Oh hi there Danny boy. In the mood for a spider hunt? I see you have company..." Oh, look. Mirror again, but this time as Maya, not Gawain. And then he saw past her and realized why, exactly, she had toppled into the trash can in a rather ungainly way. And ugh, spiders. Danny had a policy that anything that naturally had more than four legs deserved to die a horrible death, and spiders were no exception. He marched towards where Maya was in the trash can and hoisted himself onto the fire escape, randomly nabbing an arrow from her quiver as he went. Thank god she carried metal ones on her, as electricity crackled up and down the shaft now.
With that, he shouted down, "Take Mitchell. He's probably got a gun, though, so be careful. I can get the spiders more easily than you can in one shot, if you know what I mean." And finally scrambling his way onto the roof, he spun around and stabbed one in the eye, where is dissipated into a cloud of black smoke. So it was an apparition. Thank god there was no gore, at least.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Gawain gaped a little bit, not unsimilar to what Danny had done when confronted with a Mirror of the opposite gender, before saying, "So... let me get this straight. You cheated at a mob casino, got caught, and now you have to either kill a guy, or face the mob."
Danny winced. That was pretty much spot-on, to tell the truth.
"Do you do this often? I mean... since you can't die, wouldn't it just be easier to let them put a hit on you?... Wait, do they know you come back from the dead?"
Well, that was harsh. But he was going to brush it off as an early-morning phenomenon, especially since it was accompanied by Gawain's hand motion that was probably meant to be apologetic. It was five thirty AM, after all.
"Hey. Just askin' about the options here."
Danny sighed, shifting in his chair a little. "Usually that would be my MO. Except they tried the execution tactic already, and ended up blowing apart half the casino." He paused. "Did I forget to mention that?" Giving a sort of sheepish smile, he continued, "So they know after I woke up in the wreckage. The actual threat consisted of - well, all I caught was 'experiments,' and that's never a good thing. Although, I do suspect that no matter what I do, they'll commence with the experiments anyway. Another reason I came here for help."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Danny backed away, making a little sound of frustration as he moved straight into a trash can, nearly tripping. The lid fell off and clattered against the stone ground, and he scrambled backwards, away from the approaching phantom. With a barely shaking hand, he reached into his coat, pulling out his rather large knife. The approaching figure clucked its tongue, saying almost patronizingly, "Aw, would you look at that. Little Daniel has grown into a big boy."
"Screw you, Mitchell," Danny snarled, and snapped the fingers of his left hand. It started to crackle faintly with electricity, emitting a faint glow that lit up the dark alley. But his hands were shaking, and he knew, he knew that this apparition wasn't real, but he couldn't squash the bit of doubt that said maybe his father's killer, and the cause of his first rebirth, couldn't die just like him.
Somebody was following him, and Danny would've brushed it off had he not realized that he was being trailed by somebody very, very familiar.
He wasn't really one for acting all terrified of something he knew was a projection of sorts, though. There was no possible way the man was alive after all these years. Danny had seen to it - he was a very mortal, and now very dead man.
It didn't stop the shiver of fear up his spine when suddenly a figure blocked the exit out of the alleyway and hissed, "Hello, Daniel. Did you miss me? I see that you're not quite dead after all these years. Let's see if I can fix that, hmm?"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Danny trailed after Gawain, still trying to wrap his mind around the gender swap. He wasn’t sure why it affected him so much, but it was just so confusing, dammit. By the time they reached the kitchen, though, he was fairly well adjusted. Gawain went to the coffee machine and started to fiddle with it, and Danny pulled up a chair, turning it so that he was sitting with his front pressed up against the back and his chin propped up on his arms. After starting the machine, Gawain sat down at another chair.
"So... do you have any questions about me shifting genders? Most people do, and you really can't ask anything I haven't heard before. Or, if you don't, you could just tell me what's so important you had to come barging in.”
He could try, really, but he didn’t really want to go there. Also, he had maybe an hour before they figured out that he was gone and started pursuit. So better get to the point.
“Yeah, I think I’ll opt out of the questions to save both of us the awkwardness. Anyway, remember when you said I could come if I needed some help? I kind of do. I may or may not have, well, cheated a mob casino out of a few thousand dollars.” He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, saying, “Swapped out the deck for marked cards. Anyway, they got pissed, and I either have to assassinate some government official or I’m screwed. And I’m at a bit of a loss on how to fix this, considering it’d be far too much trouble to actually kill the man.” With that, he glanced at his watch. “Also, they’ll probably notice that I ran within a half hour or so. They usually only check at six, and it’s almost five thirty, so yeah. Also a problem. And I also have a time limit, and that’s tomorrow? Just thought that might be important too."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
"Gender shifting,” Mirror explained with a smirk, and Danny kind of just stared. "I shift every midnight, and it makes me drowsy, which is why I'm very cranky this early in the morning. But yeah, I am the Mirror you're looking for. Name's Gawain. And this is Angua.”
The dog was now nudging Danny’s hand, and he gave her an absentminded scratch behind the ears, still trying to work this out. He had known that Mirror was older than he physically was - that much was obvious. Even so, Maya hadn’t really seemed too much so. Gawain, meanwhile, was so much obviously older and, well, bigger. That threw Danny off a little bit, and he’d need a bit of time to adjust. He got strangely uncomfortable around guys older than he was. He supposed they reminded him too strongly of his childhood.
"C'mon let's go down to the kitchen. If you needed to see me this urgently, I have a feeling I'm gonna need coffee.”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Danny muttered, still kind of lost. He had a strong suspicion this would take quite a bit of getting used to.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Somebody was following him, and Danny would've brushed it off had he not realized that he was being trailed by somebody very, very familiar.
He wasn't really one for acting all terrified of something he knew was a projection of sorts, though. There was no possible way the man was alive after all these years. Danny had seen to it - he was a very mortal, and now very dead man.
It didn't stop the shiver of fear up his spine when suddenly a figure blocked the exit out of the alleyway and hissed, "Hello, Daniel. Did you miss me? I see that you're not quite dead after all these years. Let's see if I can fix that, hmm?"
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Danny turned to the source of the sound, and two things immediately caught his attention. One, there was a dog, and oh my god was she adorable. And huge. Danny had always had a soft spot for big dogs, even though their lifespans were almost like a blink of an eye to him. Two, that wasn't what Mirror looked like last time he checked. For example, when they had first/last met, she was only a little bit taller than him. Now, not only was she apparently not a she, he towered over Danny by almost a foot. It was kind of sad that the difference in height surprised Danny more than the difference in gender. At least he had gotten it right by referring to him/her mentally as Mirror, not Maya, because otherwise this would've been a lot more confusing.
"What the hell man?" not-female-Mirror said, yawning as he trudged down the hallway towards Danny. "Are you trying to piss off the entire Mansion?"
Really, Danny just stared, one eyebrow raised, mouth slightly open. He made as if to speak several times, but decided against it, finally saying something after a few moments. "I'm going to go with there's a part of your mutation you neglected to mention?" he stated, almost as a question. This guy looked almost exactly as he would imagine a female version of the mutant he'd previously met would look like, which formed the basis of his hypothesis.
"But if you're not the Mirror I met before, then I can just awkwardly leave now," he said, motioning in the vague direction of what could be the entrance. Wow. Either way, this situation was kind of... well, weird.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
“Mirror!” Danny shouted, storming down one of the hallways of the Mansion. She had better be here. He'd gone through all the trouble of actually using the front door this time around, and thankfully he hadn't been mowed down where he stood. But he really urgently needed some help, and that was why he was even awake at five in the morning.
"Mirror, where the hell are you?" he yelled again, having not heard any response. Maybe this was a little bit disrespectful to the other residents of this Mansion, but really. He'd "accidentally" won over six thousand dollars at a poker game at a mob-run casino, and apparently they hadn't liked that. So now either he was going to assassinate some political figure for them by the end of the week, or he'd have them on his ass forever. Which was not a pleasant prospect, especially after having to suffer through five days of them watching him to make sure he did as they said. He'd had to climb out the window at four in the morning to get out, and then push his motorcycle two blocks through a bunch of alleyways before he could quietly start it and drive to the Mansion. Which was how he got here, now.
This mansion had far too many hallways, in his opinion, as he turned down yet another corridor. It looked like everyone was asleep still, surprisingly. He growled, slamming his hand against a door, then wincing as he realized it wasn't actually a wall there. This was not a good day for him.
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
Danny was far slower than Mirror, as he knew for a fact, so he decided that he'd just stand where he was for now. The poor French kid looked really panicked, too.
"Hello, je suis Marissa, but you can call me Mars. Do mutants, euh, do they... Are they doing this often? Non... Je déteste anglais.” Okay, so maybe she needed a little help on her English. That was fine, though, because he understood what she was saying. She seemed to be trying to figure out how to word her next question, though, so he stood there and waited patiently, ignoring the man that Mirror had tackled.
"Are mutants liked?" she finally asked. Well, that wasn't a question that he could really answer. Not well, at least.
"Enough," he finally said. "There's a fair share of mutant haters, but there's a bunch of mutant superiorists too. I'm assuming you're a mutant, then - don't worry, so am I - but you aren't obviously one, so I think you'll be fine."
He had been observing Mirror's confrontation out of the corner of his eye, though, and quickly caught sight of the thief nearing the window. "Um, excuse me again," he said, and started to jog towards the other two.
After he got there, which was actually not that bad, he quickly placed himself in between the thief and the window. "Ah, how about you just hand that suitcase over and we can all be on our way?" he asked pleasantly. "We wouldn't want to cause a scene."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
This was not a good day from Danny. He'd just gotten off a flight from Russia, for reasons that weren't really important but involved having pissed off the mafia (again), and he was jet lagged and not really in the mood for anyone's bullsh*t. Which was why - okay, yes, he would admit it - he had completely ignored the man who snatched the kid's bag. It wasn't his problem. Except as he made his way to Arrivals, steadfastly ignoring the chaos going around him, he was suddenly aware of some kid bending down and touching somebody else's bag. Which would've been creepy enough already, but the bag seemed to be turning into the stolen one, while the thief now had the other guy's. That was interesting.
And then somebody who looked rather familiar tackled the guy who now had the girl's suitcase.
He stood there, slightly shocked and rather confused, as the girl had a rushed conversation with the tackled man. Apparently, it was only the outsides of the suitcases that had changed, which was cool enough already. He would've left then and there if it hadn't been for the facts that (a) that was Mirror, who he definitely knew, who had tackled the man, and (b), French. He spoke semi-fluent French, and the girl kind of did look like she was struggling with English.
Now she was apologizing to Mirror, looking rather flushed, as the angry man discovered what exactly the mutant thief had done. It seemed like an appropriate time to step in right about now.
"Ah, excuse me," he said, deftly inserting himself into the little circle. He glanced at Mirror, giving a little grin, before turning back to the girl and the man. "There's a mutant thief who just ran off with your bag, miss, and you, sir, will have a little bit of a problem getting your bag's outer layer back." He turned to specifically address the girl and Mirror now, pointing at the thief. "That guy over there - black hair, orange eyes - he's the one with your bag. I'm sorry to say I won't be much help in getting him, though. Running isn't exactly my strong suit, as Mirror here knows."
Feel free to go for killshots. I don't mind - but you probably will. Danny speaks in flame red.
