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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Guinea Pig - (Aug 5, 2015) Víctor goes to Ambrose's company to join the trail testing for a mutant cure. Meets the infamous CEO himself. Currently Unfinished
Nothing to See Here - (Aug 7, 2015) A day trip with his young cousins turns into a complete annoyance when he runs into Jiri who has one to many ideas about what's fun. Completed
Getting Hot In Here - (Aug 12, 2015) Víctor does an AMA with Jiri, many fire puns ensue. Completed
The Dragon and The Swan - (Aug 16, 2015) Víctor goes in for another test and ends up meeting Panu under less than the best circumstances. Completed
"Thank you for doing this, Victor. It's probably about time we wrap up."
He hadn't expect this to end early. Though Jiri hadn't told him how long this would be going on and he honestly had no sense of time in this holodeck. It could have been a few hours for all he'd known. Jiri had probably been watching the clock as things began to wind down.
All in all it had been an interesting experience, if a bit frustrating at time for him. There were more questions about his body than there had been on his thoughts. But he supposed that was to be expected. After all, he doubted physical mutants came forward with their stories all that often. Probably the first one he saw was Ambrose and that man was just bursting with smug charm. Something very unlike a lot of physical mutants.
"Are there any last words you'd like to tell the Internet?"
"Hmm," The hum rumbled in the back of his throat has he thought on it, "Well, a few things. Be good to those around you, respect visible mutants and if you really want a picture ask first, oh and uh," He coughed, clearing his throat for his last thoughts, "Stop telling strangers on the internet to take off their clothes!" He huffed, steam puffing from his mouth in obvious frustration.
"Do you ever feel like you should be out hunting something? Did you get any new instincts when you changed?"
"I don't know about hunting, but uh..." He scratched back of his neck, searching for the right words, "I guess you could say that I feel more mother hen-ish. Like I need to take care of people around me, especially those younger than me. But it could also be age and being one of the oldest children in my family including of my cousins." He didn't bother to mention that kids drew his attention, that he'd watch them just in case anything happened, even if it wasn't likely. He didn't want to come off as creepy. A grown man attracted to childcare usually has people thinking something perverted is up. "Do you think humans and mutants are the same species? Do you still consider yourself human?"
"I want to consider myself human, that my body and ability doesn't affect me. But at the same time..." Victor looked down at his own hands, "It's hard to ignore the changes that separate me from everyone else. Still, I've watched some talks discussing the matter and what happened to me is more like a metamorphosis rather than an evolution." "What do you think the future of human/mutant relations will look like?"
"I'm cautiously optimistic. A talk like this has got to be a good sign right. Even if it did get a little immature, it shows people aren't scared. Cautiously curious more like. Still, with all the events going on in the news, I can't help but feel we'll hit a rough patch soon. I'm just hoping we don't do a repeat of the camps. I didn't face them myself but I've heard plenty." Nobody wanted a return of the camps, he's read enough article to fuel his nightmares for a life time. Even supposedly normal mutants got it bad. A mutant like him...he'd shudder to think what would happen.
"Has anyone ever tried to pick a fight with you and what did you do?"
He grinned at that, full rows of sharp crocodile teeth. "Oh yeah, in high school, probably thought it'd be funny because before I wouldn't fight back. I was a good deal less restrained back then. They were lucky had friends to calm me down before things got too serious." Bullies will be bullies no matter the size of their targets. But that day they learned that poking an docile elephant didn't mean you wouldn't get crushed.
"Do you go to the dentist with that maw? How does that even work?"
The orange mutant shook his head, "Nah, I don't know what they would think of a mouth like mine. But so far brushing and flossing has been doing just fine. Though I read in some articles that animals with teeth like mine need to grind their teeth on harder stuff to keep them clean and from over growing. I haven't tried it yet though." He hadn't really thought of his teeth beyond the obvious dietary change they brought.
Speaking of which...
"Did you diet change when your body did or can you still eat all regular foods?"
"Yeah it changed." He sighed, closing his eye wistfully, "Can't have most dairy things or fruits or vegetables. Some carbs and starches I can eat, like potatoes, rice, and pasta. But I'm mostly carnivore now. Learned all that the hard way...Man I miss ice cream, but if I have it now I know I'll get sick later." He knew it was hard on his family too, his portions of meat were bigger and eating it everyday was kind of expensive.
"So yes, you have become rather valuable to us, because whether or not the cure affects you is significantly more obvious than whether or not it affects Random Air Elemental #23. Oh, we will pay you for every time you come in, by the way. You can collect a check from the receptionist at the front desk."
Well that was nice. Not only was he valuable, more valuable than other passable mutants, if only that the cure's effects were more visible with his mutation. But the payment was real and he wasn't being charged for damaging the wall. If they didn't have to worry about damages he could only imagine how much money this company was raking in on the daily.
On the question of his history, Ambrose seemed intent on hearing more than just the usual fair.
"Oh, I wouldn't sell yourself short. Everyone's got a story. Whatever yours is, I'm sure it's far more fascinating than mine. The machine has to recalibrate for your specific physique, so it'd be quite a nice way to pass the time if you were comfortable telling it."
He hesitated a moment, wondering why a man this powerful would bother with him. But if Ambrose really wanted to hear it, who was he to deny him that. "If you really want to hear...Where to start..." He scratched the back of his head in thought. "I may not look like it now but I'm Latino. But my parents are Peruvian, though they didn't travel to the U.S. together. They just sort of found each other in California."
He paused a moment, careful with his words. Not knowing if any of this was something Ambrose cared about. "I was their first child and the only one to become a mutant. I thought I was honestly dying when it started. Because the fire came as fevers before anything physical changed. Despite the changes I was able to finish high school."
"I might have gone to college but the prospect of even trying with this new form was...daunting. So, I came here to New York to work with my uncle, live with his family. And I guess that's it."He shrugged his shoulders, not knowing if any of that was at all interesting and had filled any time.
Cop out or not, it was too late to withdraw his answers now. They were clearly moving on to better questions than the ones previously asked. "You wake up in the body of the United States president. What do you do?"
"Is fire everyone and start the government over an option? Because I would love to do that. Right now I don't think I would work with anyone in government very well." To him, being both a very visible mutant and a man of color, the government was not exactly his friend. To most politician, despite never having broken a law, he was the type of man who was a problem for the country. A leech on society as he heard one say. He was certain if they could just change out everyone and start over things would be a lot better.
"Tell us something we don't know. Remember that we're the internet and we know everything."
"If you know everything then why are you asking?"he chuckled, "Alright, something I haven't told you...Um, I can't really swim any more. Before the mutation happened I was a pretty good swimmer and now I'm not." He learned that lesson real quick in California and he would not be testing his luck any time soon. "If you could have had any super power, what would you have chosen?"
"Hmm, some sort of psychic ability maybe. Telekinetic or the ability to read minds. Or flight. Flight would be cool to have." Better than being a giant fire lizard he was sure.
"Do you think clothing ill fit for mutantkind is an imposition by our human overlords as a visible symbol of our slavery TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS."
He huffed out more steam, not impressed by the attempt to get him naked. "I'm not taking off my pants. I've got family watching and this is as far as I'll budge."he stated, crossing his arms over his chest. Well the top set anyway, the bottom set he rested on the table. Hopefully with the mention of family the internet might calm down with the attempts to strip him.
"How many limbs do you have if you know what I mean?"
Yup the maturity level did not jump up one bit. "Including my tail, seven and no I will not include my junk."he grumbled, unaware of just how much steam he was producing. Annoyance tended to do that to him, though thankfully it was pretty harmless steam. So no health concerns there.
"If your evil twin stepped out of a mirror and challenged you to a fight to the death how would you beat him?"
Now that was a question he could get behind. "So my doppelganger? If he has all the same strength as me, then he'd have all the weakness too. Exploit that and I think I could beat an evil version of myself." Though his evil twin would probably have the same idea now that he thought about it. But that was a lot of ifs for something that was unlikely to happen.
He rested his chin on one of his hands, thinking on it. "Not exactly. I'm not the best at acting but that doesn't mean I haven't been approached with the idea to be a movie monster before. However playing a monster, when being the real thing, just doesn't seem right. You know what I mean. I don't want to end up being someone's nightmare."
"What did you think about mutants before you were a mutant?"
"I really didn't think about it at all. It was just some far off thing that I didn't even consider. And if any of my classmates happened to be mutant...Well it wasn't my problem to deal with." He smooth a hand over his head with a sigh, "Which is awful now that I think about it. I should have been more aware of what was going on around me." "Do you still have a belly button and can we see it (take off your shirt)."
He let steam puff out of his mouth. Hurray for silly questions. "Alright, alright, if you all would think it's so interesting." He stood and pulled his shirt over his head careful so his horns didn't catch on the fabric. He was pretty muscular, given his work moving crates and the like. Plus, he didn't really have a belly button any more. It had shrunk to almost a pin prick.
Victor took a breath and relaxed, soaked in some more of the heat. This was supposed to be fun right. What happened to the silly questions? He'd like those back, no matter how immature they were at least he could answer those without getting upset. He wondered if his siblings and cousins were watching. He knew his uncle was, didn't know if the man could actually participate or not.
"Are there any times when being a mutant comes in handy?"
"Heh, sometimes. Opening jars and moving furniture has never been easier. Plus I can make fire for some old fashion smores." The first few weeks moved in, they ended up making a fire pit in the backyard and roasted marshmallows. The kids asked to do it all the time, which was always fun. "If I say 'catch' and throw a ball what are the odds you'll actually catch it?"
"I'd say one out of four." He held up his hands again and grinned. He may not be able to percept depth very well but could still catch with varying degrees of success.
"If it was the apocalypse and the world was ending what three mutant powers would you want on your side?"
"Precognition, time manipulation, and outcome manipulation is the smart answer. But, the fun answer would be fire, water, and plant elemental abilities. So make it so the apocalypse never happens or survive it." Now that was was a question he could get behind, something fun to think about.
"Is it offensive to ask to take a picture with a mutant?"
"I'd prefer people ask before hand than anything else. I'm sure most visible mutants are well aware of what they look like. They would know they're interesting to see. So how offensive it is, is really up to the mutants' comfort. So at the very least it's more respectful to ask and if they say no, you have to listen." There were plenty of times where he'd be enjoying a normal walk and some tourist would snap a picture, blatantly of him without so much as a hello. He could forgive kids and some young teens, but it was mostly full grown adults. Which was impossibly annoying.
"The world is sized for regular humans, how do you deal with going through doorways and sitting in movie theaters?"
"Duck my head and sit at the top row isle. Though there are some theaters that have really big comfy seats and those are really nice. Everything else is pretty much I'm either excluded or I have to find a work around. Sit on the floor, take the bench seat, novelty giant pens, so on and so forth." At this point he was used to it. He just had to work a little harder to get what he wanted.
"If you could stop being a mutant, would you?"
"Yes, as wonderful as the mutant community is, for someone like me the world is a tough place. People are always looking to get me fired from my job, people always stare like I'm a circus elephant, I'm always worried I'm going to hurt someone on accident, some places even refuse to let me inside. It's tiring, exhausting to live like this. If I could return to normal, even for just a little bit, I would." Part of him hated to say it, that he shouldn't be giving up so easily. But if he could return to being normal just for a day or so he'd be so happy.
"Star Trek or Star Wars, boxers or briefs, iPhone or Andriod, PC or console?"
"Don't make me choose between the two Stars, that's like telling me to pick a favorite grandfather." He shook his head, disbelieving that the internet would try to force him to make such a choice. "Boxers, easier to modify and hand make. Nether, I can't use a touch screen." He held up his hands and wriggled his clawed fingers for the camera. "PC master race all the way. Plus, I can't use consoles, the controllers are too small for my hands." "Are your parents mutants too?"
He leaned back in his seat, soaking in the warmth of the fake sun. God it was glorious in here. Never felt more relaxed, "Nope, they were both decently freaked out when I started changing."
"There's a theory that ancient gods were really mutants, do you think you're the great-great-great-grandson of a god?"
"Heh, hard to say. I know Inca blood runs in my family, but I can't say much more than that. But I certainly don't feel like the relative of a god. Just some guy who happened to get stuck with a mutation." He shrugged his shoulders, wondering if it was racist to say that old cultures gods were really just mutants. It had the implications that the old people were idiots and didn't know what was up. But then again, if he didn't know better he'd say some mutations were god-like or magical.
He chuckled at that question, he had been told by some friends exactly what he looked like. That and by random strangers and their kids. Some kids back in California would pretend to shoot at him even and the LARPing nerds had more than once asked him to join their games. "Dungeon boss of course, though with the right dialogue I can be an ally." Sounded about right, he wasn't just any old dungeon boss, he was one you could turn on your enemies.
"If you stood in a fire could you keep slinging fireballs at your feet to keep the fire lit so you could keep making fireballs so you could keep the fire lit?"
He scratched his chin in thought, "Hmmm, I can't say. I've never had the opportunity to try it. But I'll keep it in mind for next fourth of July." He was sure a bonfire wouldn't hurt him but he would have to test it just in case.
"What do you have to say about responsible power use?"
"Know your power and understand the power it can do, what damage it can do. For me, fire means I have to be careful how and where I use it. Around here I really don't have anything to set on fire so it's pretty safe to play around. My size also means I have to be aware of my movements so I don't accidentally hurt somebody." Early on he had broken several items and hurt people on accident. Hence the well practiced handshakes and careful well placed steps.
"How do mutants with physical mutations get clothes? Do you learn to sew or is there some kind of mutant tailor in the city? Can you take off your shirt so we can see the stitching?"
He blinked, "Well yeah there is a tailor that I've visited a few times. But it get's expensive so a few people in my family have given me clothes for birthdays and such. Especially my grandmother. I don't know how I feel about taking off my shirt though." It was way too early to strip for the camera.
"Show us your power please? Yeah, show us your fireballs."
"That's mature...But I suppose I can show show off a little bit." he sighed and stood up, backing away from the camera a good deal. There was plenty of room at least and he was sure he couldn't really hurt anything in this room. Inhaling some more heat till his skin turned bright, he reached for that inner flame. Fire sparked in his throat and he fired off three shots. One in front, above the camera, missing Jiri's head by a mile. The other two to either side of him.
Steam and heat came from his mouth as he sat back down, "Good enough?"
"You look like you're getting redder and redder do you change colors with emotion like a chameleon if so it's really cute."
"My color seems to change with the temperature. I'm kind of dependent on it being warm. So I think the brighter my skin the healthier my temperature. I think." The winters were the worst, it always made his skin look ashen and sick. "Right now it's really warm in this room and I'm just kind of basking in the heat."
"Hello, Internet. InvasionOfTheBS back again. This is kind of becoming a thing, huh? So today I don't have a local vigilante or businessman with me. Just a normal, regular guy. He's extremely patient with dumb teenagers, but let's not push it, okay? Okay. So I'm going to start with the usual round of questions, then we'll go from there."
The kid almost sounded professional. Well spoken introduction in a comfortable voice and he's done this on multiple occasions. He wondered how many other mutants he dragged along into this little venture. He didn't follow any mutants forms or reddit things. Most often they got flooded with normal people and their inane questions. That's probably where all of these ended up.
"Can you introduce yourself, and explain a little bit about your power?"
He shifted in the chair, settling his limbs a bit more comfortable. "Well, my name's Víctor, a work a regular weekday job, nine to five like most people. And my power well most of it is obvious."he chuckled, lifting his four arms for the camera to see, "The rest of it is ah, fire creation I guess. I don't control fire but I can heat up my body, sometimes breath fire. One of my younger cousins called me a dragon once, if that helps any." "Why'd you agree to this interview?"
"That's a little easier. I've got family below the puberty line, too young to be mutants just yet. But if they do turn out to be like me, I figured this might help. Answer a few question, help people understand, perhaps stem the aggression and fear people have." A reasonable enough answer he thought. His family was important to him and if this helped them, he would do it. End of story.