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.
I really like Alice in wonderland as a story option. It really has a lot going for it. It can get really trippy. It can get really scary. It's fun!
Alternate options that come to mind for me are various Classic Disney movie stories. Cinderella, Frozen, little mermaid. Aladdin. Or maybe a good Grimm story. Even better if the classic stories aren't Disney versions. Grim.
There weren't cops around the back. Thank goodness. That was a welcome piece of luck. Elliott led them to the back door, and tried it. Another piece of luck. It was unlocked. He glanced back at them. If his employer found out he was double-crossing her, things would be bad. He had no reason to trust these two people. That was food for thought.
"It's unlocked," he said. He opened the door and entered the building. Looked back. Said "Wait a minute. I'll be right back." They waited.
Outside the restaurant, the Pygmy and Barry looked at each other. There was a grimace on the Pygmy's face. "You think he's setting us up?" he asked in the deepest voice imaginable.
Barry didn't say a damned thing.
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The back of the restaurant was dark. This was the delivery entrance. There had been abandoned wooden crates and things out by the trash cans. It took him a minute of walking before he reached the employee areas and the kitchens. Those were brighter, lit by overhead lights. There was some staff on-hand. He caught their attention immediately. Two men, burly and of unknown Asian origins. Or probably from Jersey. They didn't have to be from Asia to have Asian qualities. That was a ridiculous assumption.
"Hey..." He said slowly. "I delivered a package earlier... we need to talk."
I would love a thread too. Elliott can run into a pigeon pretty much any where. Maybe even while on a running job, moving some stolen goods. Might be fun to meet Darkshift at some time too. Seems like Elliott and her have some thieving things in common.
'Okay, he guessed' seemed like code for 'Not really my thing...' Elliott suspected Tyson didn't really like the mansion. After a moment's thought, he realized that that made a lot of sense. It seemed to him like the guy wasn't used with being a large wolfish mutant. Scratching tables, and having troubles with straws were pretty good clues towards that. Having never been a mutant, Elliott didn't have much experience with adjusting to something new like that... but he'd grown up with less digits than others, and that was similar. So there you go.
The conversation went down like the Titanic the second the guy came in. The guy seemed drunk, but then, he wasn't reeking of alcohol. Maybe that was just an assumption. One doesn't make assumptions lightly. It's a good way to make an ass of you and me. So he figured perhaps the guy could be reasoned with. It was worth a shot. Before the lady behind the counter could move, and before any other employees could stand up to the hairy man, Elliott stood up from his table. The guy was pointing at them. It only seemed fair.
"Do you have a problem?" He asked.
Usually, standing up to big idiots wasn't his cup of tea. He simply didn't do it. Standing up to angry people had a tendency to make angry people take note of you. It made them want to do things like punch you, or just maybe consider you an enemy. And making enemies, as we all know, is just bad for business. He wasn't sure quite why he was doing it, aside from that the people at the coffee place had been good to him. They were good people. Maybe today, he didn't want good people getting harassed on account of people like him.
The big hairy man stopped what he was doing. It took an eternity for him to react properly, but when he did, it was a big, doe-eyed blink. Elliott could practically see the gears turning in his head. For someone as big and hairy and quick to anger as this guy, that seemed an anomaly. "Duck mutants," the man repeated, as if that explained everything. Then, he pointed at Elliott and Tyson again. Or so Elliott had thought... he followed the pointing finger further, his eyes settling on a person at a table just beyond theirs. The man was 5'2, with white downy feathers and looked like a humanoid duck.
"So maybe he wasn't swearing about mutants..." Elliott thought out loud. Ducking mutants. Duck mutants. $%#@! "What do you want with--"
The duck mutant bolted. He was wearing a bluish cotton set of coveralls, like an auto mechanic. There was a name tag on his chest that said Howard. He shoved the hairy guy on his way towards the door. Harry guy didn't budge an inch though. He caught the duck man by the wrist and pulled him towards him in an aggressive move, shouting "C'mere you!"
The biscotti and coffee hadn't lasted as long as he'd expected. Apparently, he'd been in a hungry mood. He had just wolfed them both down.
"Big mansion," he commented. "How is the Mansion, by the way? Comfortable? Nice people?" He didn't know much outside of the fact that APPARENTLY, some of them worked with the cops. And there was that whole "X-men" thing he'd heard of in passing.
A bell rang by the doors as someone came in. A big hairy man walked in. He looked around, then glared in their general direction. His nostrils flared. He didn't seem to be a mutant. But then, so did a lot of people. The main thing about him that seemed obvious was that he was looking for trouble. One could tell, because of the fact that he shouted something that sounded an awful lot like ducking mutants. The cashier didn't look pleased. Especially since he was pointing at Wolf and Elliott.
"The institute, huh?" He said. His tone was aloof, casual, hiding his true thoughts. Which, quite frankly, hadn't had much time to develop, had they? What did Elliott think about the institute? "I met someone from there," he commented. He was still piecing together his institute opinion. "Nice guy. Caught a pickpocket that ran into me. Gave me a card for that place. The guy was a cop. Sam, I think his name was?"
The guy had been helpful enough. But he was a cop. Elliott didn't much care for cops. Then, there was the whole incident with the motorcycle and the pink-haired shirtless guy. He still didn't know how he felt about that whole thing. It was almost an ongoing thread in his mind. It had given him a lot to think about. One thing he was sure of from all that thinking was... the mansion most likely wasn't the sort of place he planned on staying, unless his back was against the wall. Or if some valid reason popped up.
Wolf was staying at the mansion. That was fine for him. He probably wasn't the type to worry about cops. He probably wasn't the type to get into trouble with the law. There wasn't a certainty about either of those thoughts. Maybe a big wolf man wasn't a gentle giant. Or maybe he hadn't chosen a path. Regardless, Elliott kept a neutral face and waited for Tyson's response.
Yeah, he was lucky nobody was injured. That was true. He almost said something at that, but then the pink haired guy turned to his buddy and said something quietly. Seemed like the indestructible man was angry. Maybe he was trying to keep him at bay. Elliott seriously didn't see why he had to be so salty. It wasn't like he'd hurt anything other than his pants. But, ahem, he held that comment back. He let them go good cop bad cop on him, and worked on answering questions.
The angry guy stormed off right after pink hair asked him the question. Pity. He opened his mouth, closed it, and then looked at pink hair. What had he said his name was? He couldn't recall. Ah well. Hopefully, he didn't ask. "I met Sam when some guy stole his wallet." He said calmly. "The guy ran into me running from Sam. Sam said freeze. I thought the guy had stolen my wallet, and shouted something to that effect. After Sam caught the guy, he held me back to talk to the police about it and give my account. He gave me a card for the mansion." He stopped for a second.
So far, he'd said nothing but the sincere truth. It was a lot easier doing that than telling a lie. Now, came the lie. "That's how I know Sam. He introduced me to the mansion. And," and hell. This lie was really sticking in his throat. He didn't really feel into it, even though it was his only shot of getting out of this without getting into a fight. His voice wavered slightly as he spoke. "God, I'm really glad that guy didn't get hurt. I didn't see him when I was driving away. That was so freaking stupid. Should have forgot the crazy part of that scheme and just been up front about it. Look," he looked the pink-haired guy in the eyes. "I know a guy who can repair the bike. I'll cover it. Even give it a new paint job, my treat. I'd rather not have bad blood between us. And I really want a chance to apologize to you and your friend."
Now, he'd done it. That was as sincere as he was getting, offering crap like that. True, it also gave him a potential out. If he could smooth things over and handle them without getting arrested, that was great. If he was still getting arrested, and did that, Fine. It was his own damned fault getting caught. But it was bad for business leaving bad blood between himself and some local law enforcement in the city. Once they knew about you and had a vendetta, things just got personal. And he really wasn't happy he'd run into the other man. Mainly because it had been a loss of control of the situation, but also because. Hit and runs are bad for business. And. Whatever. He didn't need to explain his thinking, even to himself. He'd just let his mouth run, and he was going to be stuck with it, wherever it went.
Oh, right. He should have unwrapped it... and handed it to him. Because claws are big and dangerous, and something he hadn't considered. He didn't think of hands much, as a rule. Having two fingers and a thumb on each hand sort of made it difficult to do the things more dexterous folks could do, but he had adapted. Just as the wolf man would eventually adapt. Maybe by eating steaks with his hands and drinking out of a bowl.
Behind the counter, the girl winced at the scratches. But such was life. It wasn't the first time a table had been scratched by a mutant and it certainly wouldn't be the last. They also had a guy for that. A handyman. He liked to refer to scratches like these as job security. She had a feeling he was right.
"Not as often as they used to. They tour now, more than they play in parks and on city streets. Ever since the group changed its line up and got more popular. Such is the price of fame." He shrugged. Then he added "I know some other groups that do concerts and things like this, though. Heh. I can probably find you a pamphlet or something." He smiled at the thought.
The straw plopped down on the table in front of Tyson with a light tap of paper on plastic. Chair legs scooted across the floor. Elliott sat down and scooted back in. He rested his chin on his palm, and looked across the table at Tyson for a moment. He smiled. "I figured maybe you could use a straw?"
He sat back in his chair, and picked up his biscotti from off its white paper napkin. He broke off a piece, and dipped it into his coffee. He'd already taken the lid off the cup. The coffee was steaming, and it smelled like chocolate and high quality java.
He chewed on his piece of biscotti thoughtfully, and just sat for a minute, enjoying it. Conversation could come whenever it chose to. For now, food and the enjoying of it were good enough.
