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.
Randy stepped back out to the bar as Maya took the offered shirt. While she had offered to clean up the mess, broken glass was a serious work hazard so Randy simply swept it up himself. It took a few minutes to get everything out of his bartenders way. Maya could help with the rest. Porting back to the store room Randy saw the boy step out of the bathroom.
>> "So, uh... I guess there's another part to my mutation. Name's Gawain, by the way."
Randy raised an eyebrow questioningly. He looked similar to Maya, sibling, maybe even a twin. However Randy quickly noticed all the cuts and such from Maya crashing through the bar. 'Another part to my mutation' so, she changed genders, or was it he? "Gawain... Well I can say this was unexpected."
This was definitely one of the stranger mutations he had seen in a while, and Randy had seen some really strange ones. Randy tried shoving his curiosity down but even thinking about how to have Gawain clean up Maya's mess brought a million questions to mind. "Alright, I know this is rude but I gotta ask a few things. I see you have the same cuts as Maya, so obviously you two are the same mutant. But are you the same person?" Could the communicate with each other? Did he have to explain the whole situation to Gawain now?
Not sure how far along the plotting with the MODS is coming, but the original plot mentioned "non-lethal" stalker re-boot AND patrol bots. Further discussion seemed to just include 1 type of bot, seemingly the patrolling "Chappie" bots. Not sure if they where merged un-/intentionally or forgotten
My two cents on this. since the plotting seems to agree on the patrol bots coming online but still very buggy AI wise.
All for that, I like where that seemed to be going, but i was thinking that the "non-lethal" stalker bots could still be brought in mid-late plot as conflict escalates.
>> "I got no clue if they are mutants or not. Not my table. All I know is how they work. One of them lives... where I live, so I have learned about it. I got no clue about genetics, though. I just know there is more of them, with different ranges."
Still sounded like an unusually common mutation. Best to keep it that way until he learned otherwise. He made a mental note to look at removing the mirrors from behind the liquor shelves at some point. Might save some trouble if Maya decided to visit Looking Glass again.
>> "So, teleporter, huh. I guess we're similar then."
Randy nodded. "I guess so. I don't need a mirror though. I just think and it happens." The spare uniforms were all large. It would be baggy but it was also clean. He held it out to her with a smile. "Speaking of mirrors, there's a small bathroom on the corner. I'm trusting you to not run off on me here since I cant find you again and my business relies on repeat customers." Hopefully the joke went over well. It would have when he was her age. Times didn't change that much right?
Jiri's potential time-line seems fairly straight forward, i like it.
Randy is gonna be very much caught in the middle of this situation, likely trying to stay out of the whole thing and not taking sides until it causes problems for his bar, like a curfew during prime business hours.
On the other hand, until issues really start happening places like Looking Glass are rumor mills. Not good for starting a fight, but if Aura wants to get a thought spread across the city quickly before a big incident... bars are the place to boast.
>> "Alright, run for it, you're saying I should just run for it. But they will definitely see me if I do that."
Randy nodded. The situation sucked. He liked keeping his bars popularity and atmosphere high. Tossing out three people on a slow night without a reason did not help that. Especially since they were mutants, that just wrecked his 'friendly to everyone' policy. "I also said i wouldn't leave you hanging. I got a business to run so I can't kick every person who looks like trouble or I start loosing money fast. However, I don't let people start trouble in my bar."
"If you stick around and finish cleaning those tables they can't do anything without me tossing them out, but they will probably wait outside for a while." Somehow Randy felt the trio wasn't the patient type so Alex could probably wait them out. "If you make a run for it, I'm guessing they're gonna follow you and then you get to start this whole situation over from step one. Of course I might just need to get some air right about then and add a pair of fists if it came to that." With a shrug Randy turned his attention back to cleaning the bar leaving Alex to decide.
>> "... an adapted is a person who has an aura that... cancels out mutant powers. I teleport through mirrors, see? And when I walked into the aura of someone in here, I fell out. Not the first time either... It is hard to spot people like that until you are actually within their range."
These adapteds sounded like just another mutation to Randy. Although he had never seen multiple mutants with the exact same mutation before. "I may have met a few before. I don't do a lot of porting when the bar is busy though, makes me land in the wrong place so i wouldn't have realized it." He motioned for her to follow him and headed towards the back room. They had stood around talking long enough, she needed a clean and undamaged shirt, possibly a few band-aids or even stitches. "Since you seem to know a bit about them are you sure they aren't mutants?"
>> "Riiiight, friends, good-good buddies of mine, good guys... Could you uh, ya know...get my friends to leave? Or, even better, get me out of here? I don't want to cause any trouble."
Randy made himself busy organizing the bottles behind the bar. "I think i put your story together." He sighed thinking for a moment. "Looks like the mess you escaped into my office has just caught up to you. I understand where you're coming from Alex, but I cant kick out paying customers for no reason." Granted anyone could tell they where ready to cause a scene. Randy could kick them out for that, but not before.
He really didn't want to abandon the kid to his fate, but there wasn't a lot he could do either. This situation was getting worse every minute. "To be honest in your situation I would just run for it. Unfortunately you can't teleport. So I'm a bit out of advice at the moment, however i wont leave you hanging if a problem arises."
Randy was half glaring the the trio as they took their IDs and wristband. Due to Alex Randy wasn't up for calling the police about the fake but he could feel that something was going to go wrong. If he was lucky they would leave before things got out of hand and he could just forget them.
His bartender gave a loud and painful sounding cough. Looking over Randy saw him motion down behind the bar. Well that was just great. Porting next to him Randy looked down at Alex and raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Friends of yours?"
The IDs looked authentic but Randy overly wasn't convinced. A perk of owning the place was that he could be overly paranoid of fake cards. One of the guys had quills for hair, it looked like they might cover more than his head as well. Interesting mutation to say the least but the group as a whole looked like trouble makers. "Just a minute boys."
Porting behind the bar he ran the cards though the register. The first two came through clean but the third was fake. That was more than annoying. Porting back to them he grabbed a wristband and passed it back with the fake ID then returned the other two. "You know its a felony to get caught with a fake ID?"
"The booths on the far wall there." Randy moved back to the bar thinking up a few other tasks for Alex to do after he finished the tables. He kept an eye on Alex but pretty much expected to let the kid work. He had seen Randy teleport already so even if the kid was a mutant it would be pointless to make a run for it.
It was still early so the crowd hadn't changed much since Randy had caught Alex. Three newcomers stood by the front. At just a glance Randy could tell they where all in a bad mood. Just what he needed. He walked towards them, purposely not teleporting just to delay having to deal with whatever issues they were bringing into his bar. "Welcome to Looking Glass boys. I'm gonna need to see some I.D. please." Being closer he could see one was the same age as Alex the other two where a little older but probably not twenty-one. They definitely meant trouble.
>> "I mean, it's partly my fault for not watching where I was going, and believe me, I've got plenty experience cleaning up this kinda mess..."
That was a start at least. Cleaning the mess was important, but it did leave Randy out a lot of money. She was part of the mess as well and could probably use a dry shirt. There were spare uniforms in the back so he could make it a joint effort.
>> "It's surprising though that you're a mutant and you wouldn't sense an adapt. What's your power?"
Again with the adapted reference. With the bar's mood returning to normal he could trade questions for a bit. "I'm a teleporter. Name's Randy by the way, and I guess you're lucky you crashed into my bar. Some are a lot less friendly to us. Now You mentioned the adapted, what exactly is that?"
>>"I'm sorry. Honest, I don't like wasting booze like that."
Randy shrugged, mistakes and accident happened. He just wished they cost less than this one. Numbers and legal issues started flooding his brain. Could she sue him? Should he sue her? Was this adapted she mentioned to blame? He shoved them all to the back of his mind. Take it all one step at a time.
>> "I was just passing through. I, uh... I travel in mirrors, see? I'm a mutant."
A mirror traveler, that was a new one. Still that wasn't much of an explanation or excuse. "So are half the people here, myself included. I'm just glad you aren't the result of a bar fight." Grabbing a towel from under the bar Randy handed it to her. The alcohol would would make those cuts start hurting really soon. "So, you have any ideas about what I should do about all this?"
>> "Not like it's a problem or anythin'. I just kinda... um. Fell out of a mirror."
"What the heck is an adapted? Actually I don't care right now. You fell out of a mirror?" Randy extended his hand to help the girl up. A quick glance over showed a number of minor cuts. Nothing looked like it needed immediate attention but he wasn't a doctor either.
The back of his bar was much worse for ware. A look of shock spread onto his face. A few hundred dollars worth of alcohol was shattered across his new visitor and the floor. The shelves where in bad shape as well but probably could be put back together. "Well that's just wonderful..."
The midnight crowd was Randy's favorite. The not just because of sales, he liked the atmosphere that came in. Something about hitting midnight changed the feel of the night. It made things better somehow. And the stupid paperwork had him sitting in his office upstairs listening to "Lipstick and Chrome" through the floor boards.
Work had to be done though, that's why he owned the place after all. So far he had paying his employees, and the bills dealt with. The inventory had been done that morning and would need to be ordered. A dozen other tasks sat on his desk untouched. A few screams, shattering glass and an abrupt stop to all other noise from the bar brought an end to all of them.
"I don't have time for this..." Standing up and stretching Randy pictured the back of the bar from his position and ported. He didn't land exactly where he was planning, five feet higher off the ground as a matter of fact. "Oh s****!" He landed hard but was still standing at least. "Ok, someone tell me what just happened?"
His bartender tapped Randy on the shoulder then pointed to the girl lying in a pile of broken bottles.
