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.
The woman was frantically trying to dry Randy off with a wet napkin. The mix of shock fear and confusion he felt seemed to be mirrored on her face. "I'm fine, I'm fine." Poor girl was probably terrified. A random coffee soaked stranger with a gun on one side and a police robot threatening to arrest him on the other, with her caught in the middle.
>> “Remain calm. I will detain you. Remain where you are and prepare to be subdued.”
Randy and the woman untangled themselves and stood facing the META. Subdued and detained. that sounded like a great way to run his week. He hadn't paid much attention before but now with a close up, and getting closer view, Randy noticed the META was rather well equipped. Riot shield on its back and a shotgun in its hands. He was honestly considering resisting arrest right now. That's a though he never expected to have in his life.
>> “Turn it off! Stand it down! Something!”
The officer was attempting something at least. Randy started to raise his hands. If the officer could turn the thing off everything could end out fine. No arrest, no ruined week, no annoying meetings with the staff at his bar after not paying them.
>> “Mutants hostile, armed, mutations active. Permission to use lethal force? Granted.”
"Mutants?" He glanced at the woman he was just tackled by. "Both of us?" Well that just made things complicated. Two mutants, one armed and the police couldn't get their new toys to work right. The META dropped the magazine from its shotgun and loaded a fresh one. Why? the thing hadn't fired a single shot. It just accused them of being hostile... and granted itself lethal force. "S***! Buckshot!"
>> "RUN!"
The woman made a yelping squeak as she bolted. Randy followed suite with a teleport eight feet in her direction as the first burst of pellets peppered the ground they had just been lying on.
Fall was a good season. The chilly crisp air, the color in the leaves, pumpkin spiced everything... literally everything. None of that interested Randy though, especially the inedible pumpkin spice everything. No, today was about hitting the shooting range. It was a good stress reliever. It actually kept the guns in better condition that leaving them under the counter as well.
The range itself was just down from one of the local precincts. Not a bad idea from a safety perspective. Trying to get to the range from that direction was a bad idea though. “Meet and greet a META” the banner read. Randy had seen the news conference. Most of it seemed a load of political bull. The METAs themselves apparently where already being passed around the stations though. He didn't care either way. New things like this happeened, they drew crowds for a while and made gossip more interesting for a few weeks. Three months tops, then another celebrity would have a rehab melt down and it would all get swept under the rug. He was more concerned with getting through the throng of people blocking the sidewalk. Spotting a break in the crowd he ported behind a young woman staring at the bot.
>> “Mutant detected. 75% certainty.”
Randy turned to the META, it was apparently staring at him. He had just ported thirty feet and it wasn't sure if he was a mutant? That was almost laughable if they weren't suppose to be protecting the streets.
“Mutation active. Mutant armed. Stand down mutant. Intercepting to arrest. Do not resist.”
Active? Check. Armed? Check. Stand down, arrest, do not resist? "The hell? I have a permit d****!" Neither the META nor its officer handler seemed to hear, or care as they moved off the stage towards him. Before Randy could think of the best choice the woman in front of him turned around and ran right into him. This sent them both to the ground, soaked in the lady's pumpkin spiced Latte. Fan-f***ing-tastic.
Randy wasn't really paying attention to the complaint. When someone has you clearly outmatched you need to knock them out before they get settled.
>> "You guys suck at this!"
The irony hit immediately as Golden-eyes fireball missed the dogs. One bit down on his left arm followed by the other on his right. As long as they held him Randy could line up a few good hits. As long as it didn't turn out Golden-eyes could breath fire as well. Randy ported right in front of Golden-eyes already aimed for a punch. Throwing his weight into it Randy landed a hard jab into his stomach, twisting his fist as he did. A very illegal move in boxing. Mostly because you could seriously injure the other person. Golden-eyes seemed like he could take a few punches though. "You come in here and trash my bar thinking you'd get away with it?"
>> "Mr.Peterson, I'd suggest staying out of his range."
Randy shrugged, dodging wasn't that hard for him. Personally he'd rather keep Golden-eyes aiming closer to him. Not getting the bar set on fire was a bit of a priority for Randy. Bringing his fists up he settled into a light boxing stance. He couldn't throw his weight into a punch as well but he could turn quickly after a quick port to the side or behind Golden-eyes.
>> "You think I'll just run away! You got another thing comin' old man!"
The first fireball flew right at Randy. He kind of expected that and ported five feet to the left. Too far to hit the kid but he needed to learn a bit more about what the kid could do before diving in. That's when he noticed the dogs. Apparently Alex's since the bar was empty at this point. More fireballs brought his attention back to Golden-eyes. They scattered across the area he had been standing some fizzling out, others catching the tables and floor on fire. "D*****! Alex tell your dogs to bite him already!"
Character's full name: Melaina Nicolo Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Professor Nicolo Gender: Female Age: 53 (looks early 30’s) Nationality: Greek-American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Caucasian/Mediterranean
Appearance
Hair color and style: Black, pulled back into a shoulder length pony tail Skin Tone: Lightly tanned, mostly covered in fine black hair speckled with grey spots Eye Color: Orange with horizontal rectangular Iris Height: 6’ 8” Build: Lightly muscled Visible mutation: Faun Physiology Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Five silver studs along each ear Other features: Chewing gum. Always, always, ALWAYS chewing gum. Most commonly seen clothing: Business casual consisting of khakis and a button down shirt, usually short sleeve. She will always be barefoot due to her hooves.
Character
Personality: Melaina is a very warm person and very straightforward. She believes in handling one’s own problems but knowing when to ask for help when something is too big. She’s seen people who had their hand held through life and they turned out less than ideal. As such while she would offer encouragement and advice often, she wouldn’t step in directly until a situation was growing out of hand. Hobbies/ Interests: Melaina greatly enjoys keeping bonsai trees. They have a relaxing nature to them. The patience they require helps to keep a cool head for life in general. They also hold a symbolism of her students. They require a great deal of care and direction. However if they are not allowed to grow naturally they wither and fade when under stress. Job description: Mansion Headmaster
Mutations
Mutation description: Melaina has Faun Physiology, much like the mythical Faun from Greece. This comes in two parts the physical mutations as well as a low level psychic ability to induce drowsiness and sleep through whistling.
A pair of ram horns curls from the sides of her temple along the side of her head. Her ears stick out close to four inches from the sides of her head. Most of her body is covered in a fine black hair. The hair ends just at the edges of her face as well as her wrists. Aside from her head and the hair, her upper body is identical to a human. At the waist she resembles a goat much more. Her hips have a larger rotation than humans. While she does have a tail it is kept tucked away for modesty. Her legs have the elongated shape as a goat, reverse knees, and end in hooves.
Her psychic ability is low level and subtle. It requires her to be watching her target, some concentration, and for her to whistle. Drowsiness occurs within thirty seconds to a minute. Sleep occurs from two to three minutes. Both effects will wear off on their own or if specifically woken up. Her whistling itself will not cause others to feel drowsy; she has to specify target people. At most she can put ten people to sleep at once if they are all within her eyesight. To those affected the whistling will sound like a flute more than a person. Other people around will only hear the whistling.
Strengths: Physical -Increased stamina -Eight foot vertical jump -Able to sprint at speeds of 50 mph -Thick horns allow her to head-butt a car without injury -Slower aging and Youthful appearance
Psychic -Anyone she can see within earshot is able to be affected up to her limit of ten people -It sets in very quickly and once a person is asleep they will stay that way until they wake up naturally even if she stops -She can select her targets, if she was whistling while in a group she can easily put one person to sleep leaving the rest oblivious. -She has enough control to use Cerebra but is limited to the lower settings
Weaknesses and Limitations: Physical -Faun Physiology does not stop on the surface. Melaina’s internal system is very goat like as well. -Melaina is unable to digest animal proteins and must keep a strict Vegan diet -Alcohol is a no-go while it won’t send her to the hospital she will be smashed after one or two drinks. -Those horns are designed to impact not be pulled. Tension on them is extremely painful. -She will “baa” when frustrated… it’s rather embarrassing
Psychic -Melaina must be able to see her target at all times. -The effects to take longer on strong willed or psychically resistant targets -Only whistling will work, singing or humming will not allow her ability to activate -If she can’t whistle or if no one can hear her she can’t affect anyone.
>> "Did you ever miss? Ended up... dunno, crashing into a liquor shelf, for example?..."
Randy shook his head chuckling at the joke. "No, I'm a bit unique in that way." He stopped thinking for a moment on how best to explain his mutation.
>> "I can do this. Believe me, I have some practice..."
He snapped back to attention handing Gawain the bandages. "I'll take your word for it. As for me never missing my teleport. I suppose i can still miss, but I wont ever land inside something." Randy wasn't sure about the specifics himself. He ported on reflex so much that he barely thought about it.
"You said you need to touch a mirror, or something reflective. Well, I'm less restricted. I don't need to see where I'm going, or even know." He packed the rest of the kit back together while he talked. "If, for example, I would have come out in the shelves I'd just automatically move farther until there was enough room for my whole body to fit."
>> "Then you go! I don't need you! I'll take care of this myself."
Randy was glaring at them as the other two left. Well they did have a few brain cells between them, that was something. The third was still fuming, and smoking a bit. Numbers wise the odds where now in Alex and his favor. On that note though, he had no idea if Alex was a mutant, or any real good in a fight. Considering how Alex had gotten into this mess Randy assumed mediocre at best.
Turning back to the golden hot head Randy brought his fists up slowly. The kids was a minor but well, tossing fireballs counted as assault right? Randy was just acting in self defense. "Kid you really should take me up on that offer and walk." He had no idea what Alex was doing behind him but hopefully it wasn't hiding in a booth.
Planning a thread that needs a meeting place? Out of idea's for random shop names? Tired of quote: "Going to the park"? Then I have a solution. A place for irresponsible respectable adults and adventurous minors alike.
Randy owns a bar "Looking Glass” it is a faction neutral location and is open to anyone wanting to make a thread. Below is a short description to give people an idea of what the place is like. NOTE: While it is a bar Looking Glass is open to minors who will get carded and can only order food and soda.
Looking Glass is a basement level jazz bar. The entrance is an alley stairwell, somewhat hidden, though there is usually a chalkboard café style sign pointing towards it and the stairs are lighted. On busy nights there will be a doorman at the top of the stairs as well. Looking Glass has no cover charge and is a standard open door bar. No special knock or password required (unless it’s super busy and the doorman says the bar is full).
Just inside the door is the host stand, IDs will be checked and wristbands handed out to the minors. Past that will be a twenty foot bar, and a good hand full of tables/booths. The band stage is along the back wall with a small dance floor with enough room for 20-25 people if it’s packed. Behind the bar is a second room that doubles as a small kitchen and store room. This is also where the stairs to the main floor of the building above is located, these lead directly into Randy’s office and have a locked door.
The decor has a Lewis Carol vibe though it is kept subtle. Card suites decorate the napkin holders and coasters, as well as the wristbands for any minors. The back bar is a full wall mirror and several smaller mirrors line the outer walls, with two full length along the dance floor. The bar itself has croquet mallets along the panel dividers.
Looking Glass is mutant AND human friendly. Randy does not tolerate genetic prejudice, although understandably all sorts of shenanigans break out for the plot (just don’t wreck the place).
Drinks: (be creative but keep the T-teen rating) -White Rabbit (specialty) -Red Queen (specialty) -Mad Hatter (specialty) -Soda (Coke brand) -domestic beers on tap -imports by the bottle -wines and other liquors (Randy has put effort into a large selection so be creative but remember the rating)
Food: (typical bar food, here are some simple ideas) -Nachos -Wings (BBQ/Buffalo/Teriyaki) -Sliders w/cheese -Quesadillas
>> "Geez. That's... pretty nifty, actually. What is it like to be... a real teleporter? I gotta touch mirrors to go through them, and I still gotta walk. Somewhat slower, not that I'm complaining... How long did it take you to wrangle that ability?"
Randy shrugged setting the kit on a shelf and looking Gawain over. The threat of his fathers belt had him learn to control his ability real quick. "Not long. My parents didn't mind me being a mutant but they didn't want the neighbors to know. Spent a lot of nights between two and three in the morning practicing out in the yard." He dug through the first aid kit for some gauze and medical tape. Note to self, organize the first aid kit. "As for being a real teleporter. There's not much to complain about but its not the most exciting either. I just think a distance and a direction and poof I'm there."
>> "I mean, I'm happy to help put the shelves back together. Falling on them was an accident, but it's not like you can blame the adapt either. Most of them don't even know they have an aura until someone walks into it. So... yeah. I mean, I can pay for some of the liquor?... Or maybe I can like, work it off? I am fairly good as a bouncer."
Work it off as a bouncer. "Um, yeah that might take a while. Like several weeks." He was right about the adapted as well. Technically they shared some blame but he had no idea who it was even. "You missed the top two shelves. That saved us both a lot. If you're twenty one I could open a tab and let you pay it off bit by bit. Still might take a while though."
Passing his gaze up and down Gawain's torso Randy noticed some of the larger cuts had started bleeding again while they chatted. "Maybe we should get a few bandages first. Then we can fix those shelves and talk money." With what he assumed was a friendly grin Randy ported back to the bar, grabbed the first aid kit from under the registrar and ported back to where he left Gawain. The whole process took less that three seconds.
The sound of breaking glass caught Randy's attention first as the angriest of the trio threw a fireball across the room. "OH S***!" In hindsight forcing a mutant bar fight was a bad idea. In foresight this gave him a clear reason to kick all three from his bar. While the rest of the crowd on the bar gave them all a wide berth and several ran out completely Randy ported between them and Alex.
"Hey, You three out NOW!" He doubted they would listen but it was worth making the effort. Of course if this did turn into an all out brawl Randy was definitely at a disadvantage in numbers. Alex technically was the target and Randy was back-up. Time to see what the kid could do, if he did anything.
Randy watched him go back to work. The trio had spotted Alex and where all clearly forcing themselves to stay seated. Smart enough not to cause trouble in the bar, for now anyway. Randy hated situations involving people like that. Clearly a problem waiting to happen yet untouchable until something set them off. Even without teleporting Randy would have run instead of trying to wait it out. He Had promised Alex a bit of backup if a fight started outside and it avoided the overly tense waiting game.
Alex chose to stay though. Randy hoped that business picked up soon, something to change the mood of the bar. Maybe the three would get bored and leave. Or Alex could slip out unnoticed by them. Running the situations over in his head just made Randy frustrated. "How the h*** did I get myself into this..." he murmured running his fingers through his hair.
An idea popped into Randy's head. A stupid one. Those where always a gamble to act on. Force the three guys to act. Make them throw the first punch. Alex was wearing a uniform, well an apron anyway, and looked like a worker. Alex! You able to work 'till closing?" Bars didn't close until Four in the morning. It was only Eight thirty. The guys after Alex did not look that patient.
>> "Yup. Same person. I just change genders every midnight... well, sex, technically, but 'sex-shifter' sounds kinky."
Randy chuckled, it did sound dirty. Didn't make much difference to him what Gawain, and Maya, called himself... Herself... Their-selves. Mutation brought up enough questions with things as it was. All the new "gender identity" bull that was being tossed around was just making life more confusing. What was so hard about living your life and leaving others alone?
>> "My mother was a shape-shifter. I guess I inherited some of that from her. It's not voluntary though, it just happens. Dad was a teleporter. That side's more obvious I guess."
That explains that then. Inherited powers from their parents, simple enough. "You got lucky then, having mutant parents. Didn't work out that way for me." As far as he knew Randy had been the only mutant in his school. Until he got to college anyway but life was different by then. "So, back to the issue of you breaking my bar. I already had to clean it, safety issues and such. but I could use some help getting those shelves back in place. Then we need to figure out who is paying for all my liquor." Gawain might have been twenty-one but Randy wasn't sure. Randy couldn't open him a tab unless he was. He would have felt bad making the boys parents pay for it either.
