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've been looking through the Bird Hunters mutant hit-list plot thread which I think is awesome. I like to have Darkshift do something to start to get noticed and maybe get herself added to that list. This something would likely be illegal, possibly violent and almost certainly involve the police in some fashion. Is there anyone who might either want to be a partner in crime or maybe some do-gooder who might want to stop some crime in action?
"Oh come on, I'm sure you can't get many offers of a good time from anyone normal. You should be flattered."
For the first time Jayden fully looked the guy in the face and smirked. "Do I really look like the kind of girl who wants someone 'normal'? Isn't that kind of like saying I want someone boring and dull?" It wasn't about being a mutant, it was about standing out and being exceptional. One frat boy was all too similar to another frat boy as to another frat boy. That and she liked girls, but that was missing the point entirely.
She took a very large drink of her beer, finishing it. It didn't take a genious to predict that things were about to get messy and the last thing she wanted to do was to waste alcohol. Some might say that was a crime in and of itself and she was inclined to agree. The time of crime even criminals would do well to avoid.
"I'd take the girls advice."
Seems like she'd found an ally in her new drinking partner. Well. Things were about to get interesting.
Shard nodded and followed as instructed, not saying anything further as they made their way through the throngs of people. How could people stand being in such crowds with that kind of noise coming from all directions. It made her anxious and when she was anxious she was liable to be violent and unpredictable. Even in small numbers humans were often a trial to deal with, she couldn't imagine by she would ever want to be among them in large numbers in such a cramped space.
Clutching her stolen purse as she walked, she took solace in the fact that her little pets were in there, just waiting for her summons should they prove needed. Emotionally unstable she might be, but she was smart enough to know that it wouldn't be a good idea to attack any of the patrons of the man who was supposed to be helping her. No, that wouldn't be a good idea at all; unless they did something to provoke her and then self defense was always reasonable.
Fortunately, their time spent among the crowds of people was blessedly short and upon arriving in the office, she noticeably relaxed. Still slightly twitchy, she took the offered seat.
"I'm being hunted. Twice now they've come for me. Its because I'm a mutant." And a thief and sometimes more violent than circumstances warranted. But mostly it was because she was a mutant.
"I don't know that I'm cut out for straight work," Jayden answered with a sigh. "And especially not straight work with the public. I'm confrontational, stubborn and a little unstable." Not that she had a problem with who and what she was, but knowing your limitations was important. She took another drink. "Tried it once. Lets just say it didn't last long and it didn't end well." Apparently you weren't supposed to snap and go off on angry customers. Things like that got you fired. It was the one and only time she'd tried for an actual real job. Besides, minimum wage doing something she hated and wasn't good at compared to significantly more than that doing something she excelled at at sometimes genuinely enjoyed despite its moral dubiousness? No contest.
"Hey kitty cat. You come here often."
Predictable. Far too predictable. And here she was having such a good time, too.
"This kitty cat is more than capable of drawing blood. I'd go back to my table and enjoy your night, if I was you." She didn't move, didn't raise her voice and barely glanced at the frat boys as she spoke. She didn't want to fight but she'd do what needed doing if that's what it came to. Under her clothing, black lizard scales grew to cover all areas currently covered by clothing. If a fight erupted, they'd cover her visible bits as well. In a fight, body armor was a boon.
Something about the way the older man chuckled made it obvious that he understood exactly what she meant by 'odd jobs'. His words offered a moment later clarified that suspicion. "Believe me, there's been a couple of close calls." She grimaced at the recollection. Ending up in prison was one of her greatest fears. "I try to work smart and I try to work at night. Then again, I'm sure every criminal out there who's ended up behind bars has said pretty exactly the same thing, right?" Man, that was kind of depressing to think about.
"Sometimes its good to be special." Gods knew she didn't have much else going for her in life.
The doors opened and a group of loud, obnoxious frat boys entered. One of her least favourite types of people, too many of them had a sense of misplaced entitlement. Maybe it was judgemental of her to assume them to be judgemental bullies themselves, but they made no effort to hide their words and their words belied the truth of her assumption: talk of freaks and weirdos and glances directed at the pair of them. In the dim light of the bar, she wasn't sure if it was the claws or not. Could be the claws, or could be the mohawk: either way they were bigots and big mouths.
Jayden shared an exasperated look and ordered another drink herself.
Jayden called the bartender over and ordered herself another beer. "Definite preference for not being dead, here." She nodded in his direction, taking a sip of her drink. "As for work, nothing steady at the moment. Odd jobs here and there." Translation: mostly illegal and mostly stealing from those with more money than they really needed anyway. All of her 'acceptable' work was volunteer and non-paid.
"Well then, lets hope for pipe dreams and cupcakes," she agreed with a laugh of her own. Who could say no to free cupcakes? It was as good a sign of everything magically righting itself in the universe as any. Not that it would ever happen, of course, but today with the day of dreams.
"It sounds like you've got some versatility yourself, there," she accepted the clink of glasses before taking another drink. The alcohol was just starting to warm her insides. "Believe me, its saved my ass more than once. Of course, its gotten me into trouble more than once too, but you take the bad with the good, right?" Another laugh, this one slightly self-depreciating.
"I would really appreciate a bed to sleep for the night," Jayden responded, her voice sounding as tired as she felt. It was a long trip back home, such as home was at the moment and 'home' wasn't exactly much to speak about. To sleep in a properly heated building with a proper, soft bed would be nothing short of amazing.
Jayden followed any direction given to a spare room and exchanged numbers. Learning experiences were not always easy but hopefully something good had come out of this whole nightmare.
I'd love to play with AV Victoria. If you're looking for someone to get into trouble with, I can offer AV Darkshift. She's an emotionally unstable mutant with a penchant for violence who lives on the streets.
If you're looking for someone to get into trouble against I can offer AV Amber. She's a hippy, pacafist, mutant rights activist.
"It sounds like you've had a rough time of things," Jayden replied, authentic empathy in her voice. "I can imagine some of that must have been terrifying. I've never been kidnapped or experimented upon, but I've definitely squated and its not something I'd wish upon anyone. Bringing yourself up from something like that, its really impressive." Maybe it was a sign that the hopes she had for her own future might not be so far fetched after all.
"If you ever need a hand or someone to bash in a few heads, you can call me." It was only fair, after all. Xavia had saved her life or at least saved her a great deal of physical harm, she should offer to do the same. Next time around, she'd be far more prepared.
The final stitch was completed and she began to clean up. "That should do you. Just keep it clean and change the bandages regularly and you should be fine." She smiled, starting to really feel the exhaustion from the day's events.
"Hey, don't worry, I'm not about to start a fight where it isn't needed. I'm just well prepared to fight back if I have to." Well, that was mostly true anyway. Its not like she usually went looking for a fight but sometimes fights kind of found her. Some might say a life of crime wasn't the most peaceful of lives, but the truth was that things went so much smoother when there was no actual conflict. Sneak in and sneak out with a bunch of money. Easy and conflict free.
"Hopefully one day we won't need to worry about who's able to fight and who isn't." She took a sip of her beer. Probably that was wishful thinking reserved for hippies and pacafists. She was netiher of those things.
She listened with interest to his description of what he could do with his powers. "Well, we might have something in common then. I manifest my aura into various animal traits. Wings, claws, scales, you name it. If an animal has it, I can probably probably mimic it." Purely physical traits, anyway.
"To the universe," Jayden agreed holding up her own cup and taking a drink. Yes, she was a cynical b*tch but it was nothing that the universe brought on upon itself. Take life for everything it was willing to give because in the blink of an eye it could just as easily take it all away again. Enjoy things when things were good because the good was always fleeting.
"We'll never live in a perfect world." It sounded like the guy had seen and experienced some things himself. "Caution is all well and good, but who's going to fight for the ones who can't fight for themselves if we're all preoccupied with being cautions?" Her eyes confidently sought to meet his. She wasn't quite a mutant supremacist but she sure as hell was willing to do violence if she thought it would help her people. Maybe mutants were superior to humans and maybe they weren't, but they didn't deserve the harms often done to them for no other reason than to be born with the wrong set of genes.
"Thanks. So, what can you do, then?" She caught the 'us' in the previous statement implying that he, too, was a mutant.
If only people would just leave her alone everything would be fine. It wasn't as if she was stealing something that wouldn't just be thrown out anyway so she wasn't depriving anyone of their livelihood or anything. Not that she would have given a damn if she was, but that really wasn't the point. Quite literally, she was eating someone else's trash. Unfortunately, whatever dumb human ran the restaurant didn't see things quite the same way.
Out of the corner of her eye, Shard saw the large tattooed man walk out the the restaurant and it didn't take a genius to figure out what he wanted: Her gone. Well, she wasn't ready to leave yet and he could pretty much just go screw himself, for all she cared. Big scary thug he might think himself, but he wasn't going to intimidate her. Ignoring him, she continued eating.
"Hey, get the hell out of here!" He continued walking, puffing himself up to look intimidating. Really, he just looked ridiculous.
"No." The word was said between mouthfuls of food.
"If you don't leave, I'll call the cops, mutie freak!"
"No." Still eating. Still ignoring him. What wasn't ignoring him was her wolf who proceeded to pad up a few feet in front of her and growl menacingly at the man. If he left her alone he wouldn't get hurt. Probably. Then again, the nerve of him thinking he was so much better than her, she kind of wanted to hurt him.
Even from outside, Shard could hear the blaring music inside the club. Loud music, crowds of people and copious amounts of flowing alcohol making those all ready loud people stupid and sloppy was not her idea of a good time. In fact, it was pretty much the opposite of everything she associated with good. Humans were agrivating, stupid creatures. Her pets were so much better, obdient and quiet and they did everything she wanted them to do all the time. Humans should be more like pets.
For a time, she was made to stand and wait which was yet another thing she had little familiarity with and more than a little hatred of. There were many things that could be said of living on the street, many of them not exactly positive. One of the things that was rarely spoken of, however, was the independence and freedom. She had only herself to be accountable to and only herself to care for. No responsibilities, no waiting and no one to tell her she couldn't do something she wanted to do. For once, however, she'd condescend to wait. The results had better be as worth it as she had been led to believe.
Eventually someone stepped outside. He looked to be in his 40s and was dressed quite well. Something about his expression or the way he carried himself said he was dangerous. Well, she could be dangerous too. Nothing obviously spoke of him being a mutant but that was the case for most mutants, wasn't it? The lucky mutants.
"Gluttony told me I should find you. Said you might be able to help." She looked back and forth from one of the bouncers to the other and to the small lineup of people that was still watiing to get inside. What to say in front of such people? Probobly not much. She said nothing further.
The wound wasn't quite like any that Jayden had ever tended before. It was the shape that was unusual: perfectly round. Still, even with its odd nature, the general tenants of first aid still applied and within a short period of time the wound was clean and she started stitching. While it was fairly wide, fortunately it wasn't especially deep.
"I don't know that there's much to say about me and my life," she responded to the request as she worked. "Didn't have a terribly happy childhood. Grew up poor and often hungry and when my step father discovered I was a mutant, well, let's just say things took a major downturn." The bitterness was obvious in her voice. "Ran away from home at 16 to come here, was forced to return for a few months because my mom was dying of cancer and now I'm back." So much more could be said, but she didnt' want to depress the other woman. "Now I'm working at making my life better."
Jayden felt bad for the pain Xavia was obviously going through and she worked as quickly and precicely as she was able to. "How about you? Tell me a little about yourself."
Shard was not at all fond of this sort of weather. It was wet and cold and dreary and she was homeless and spent much of her time living on the streets. Recently she had found an abandoned building that was too her liking. It was delapatated with the windows boarded up and more than a few leaks in the roof, but it was better than any ot the other squats she had stayed in the past. Severl other homeless had all ready claimed it as home as had a group that had a local reputation for being violent and brutish. The thugs were strangers in their little community and she wasn't the only one to take offense to their presence and their presumtion to be in command. No, she didn't like them at all.
For several nights Shard had been considering what to do about the problem. Fight or flight, that was always the question and she had experience with both. Flight was always easier and yet...she liked this place. She could live in close proximity with a few other street people; there was a sort of loose community where people looked after one another. She was dangerous when she needed to be and that reputation was starting to become known.
Watching the building from across the street, unexpected activity helped to make Shard's deicsion for her. A masked man kicked open the rotted door, obviously intent upon doing those inside harm. Well, if fate had seen fit to throw something like that into her lap, who was she to refuse it?
Shard ran for the loosely boarded up window, crystal wolf padding along just in front of her. As she approached, a large purple falcon that had been resting upon her shoulder took flight and smashed directly into the window. A few feather tips chipped off in the collision, but its work had been done and the window was now clear and open. Jumping on top of her wolf to get the leverage she needed to enter the window, her falcon settled back upon her shoulder.
