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.
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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.
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Lunch was basic affair but Jayden wasn't going about to complain. Food was food and until she got fully settled, it was still a little dicey when and how much she was able to eat at any given time. That would change. Soon. It all ready was changing.
"There's something to be said about doing things for yourself and not relying upon charity," she responded to the suggestion of moving into Sanctuary. Of course, that something was probably that she was stubborn to a fault. Well, there were worst things to be than stubborn, right?
As they walked, she noted that Sanctuary had, in fact, changed for the better. Things looked neater and more organized and some of the feeling of desperation had been lost. If she didnt' know any better, she might even think there was actual money being invested into the place which was needed and welcome.
Jayden took a seat and helped herself to a sandwich as she listened to Devon speak. "I haven't met Geo but I do want to start volunteering. I wouldn't have left before, except my mother was dying. I should have told someone but, you know how it is." She shrugged and looked away. "It won't happen again."
A back door. Well, that was certainly simpler. The building wasn't exactly anything to brag about but it had more than some squats she'd seen. Most such places managed to scrounge up some furniture, but the really impressive thing here was the running water and electricity. Those things made the arangment a step above other squats; maybe severl steps.
"You've got a pretty good little setup here." It sure beat sleeping in the streets, which had been pretty much her only option the first time she had come to New York. Even with the advantage of a warm fur coat or water resistant feathers, no one wanted to left on the streets. No one.
"Have you done all this? Brought in the food and furniture?" Even in a cruel world, there was hope in such rare acts of kindness. This could be home. At least for a little while.
So what if she was rambling a bit. She had every right to ramble, didn't she? Maybe she just needed somewhere to unload about all the ways life had been unfair recently. No, there was no maybe about it, that was definitely what she needed. Maybe a strange man with antennae and no nose wasn't the best target of her woes, but it wasn't as if anyone else was listening. Wong time wrong place. Or maybe right time right place. Whatever. He was here, anyway.
A turn followed by some more walking, she did her best to pay attention to their route. Just because she didn't intend upon staying there long didn't mean she could be ignorant of where she was going. She'd need this place for a while; days certainly and probably weeks. Hopefully not longer than that.
Jayden barely managed to hold in a snicker when suggested that there was a job available. She had little intent of making money via what most would consider a 'real' job. There were other means and she had other skills. "Thanks." There, that was an appropriate response, right? Appropriate or not, he was off before he even had a chance to hear her reply so apparently that didn't matter.
An impressive running leap took Heimdall 8 ft into the air and up to an open window. A few moments later he was back on the ground next to a much more conventional open door. "So, I guess I should keep the door shuttered and make my entrance via window if I decide to stay?" A grin in his direction. That was doable. Maybe not quite so easily or gracefully, but it was doable.
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If Jayden harbored any thoughts at all that returning to New York was a mistake, being there in Sanctuary all but eliminated them. This was a place where she could do some good, help her own kind. Now that she was back she could find her own way again, step back upon the path she had so foolishly abandoned. Never again.
"Good to see you again, Devon" Jayden accepted the embrace, not having to feign warmth. "Lisa." A cool smile offered towards Lisa to accompany the name said in greeting. She had known the caretaker of Sanctuary, of course, but they'd never had more than cursory interactions.
"Lunch would be great." She followed Devon to where he had cleared a room for the two of them. "I haven't quite gotten myself fully settled yet. Food is sometimes a luxury." No need to mention the specific details of staying in an abandoned apartment building stealing to meet her basic survival needs. None of that would last very long; she had vowed it to herself and wasn't in the habit of giving up before she succeeded.
"It doesn't look like much has changed around here," she glanced around as she walked, taking everything in. "That's kind of comforting."
Jayden had barely been back in New York a couple of night before she had gone in search of her old contacts with The Order. Before her dying mother had called her back home and away from the life she was just starting to create for herself, she had gotten herself involved in the organization. It was doing good work for mutants and she wanted so desperately to be a part of that. And, just as her dreams were started to be realized, life struck and she was forced out of the city. Dead or not, she couldn't stop the resentment directed towards her mother. Not much of a mother anyway, even when she'd been alive.
Aura was the first person she tried to call but an out of service recording was her only response. That was distressing. Aura had been her mentor, of sorts, and it was worrying that she was no longer contactable. Had she left the city much like Jayden herself had? Of her own choice or by force? Was she injured? Dead? No way to no. Besides, any lost contact was her own scar to bear. She should have told her mentor. Should have but didn't. Didn't tell anyone.
The next call she made had more luck. Devon was contact number two and it had much more success. After only a couple of rings he answered and his voice struck a strange feeling of nostalgia in here. She kept it to the basics, that she was back in the city, was sorry for her abrupt departure and wanted to start doing good work for mutants again. He suggested the meet at Sanctuary and so, here she now was.
The great golden doors of Sanctuary struck another nostalgic chord in her, this was even stronger than the last. No more being forced out of her life for ungrateful family members, she vowed to herself. Of course, her mother was now dead and she didn't have any other close family so it was probably a bit lite for that particular vow. With a smile that felt unusual upon her face with all doom and gloom of her recent life, Jayden opened the doors and walked inside.
It was her place to judge the drunkness of the mutant before her. Aside from the distinct knowledge that being that drunk made one a a likely target, there wasn't much judgement to be had. Then again, he was a mutant and not one easily hidden at that so perhaps that tipped the tides in his favour, no matter how much he'd had to drink. Certainly she'd associated with enough drunk punks in her time. Hell, she'd been a drunk punk in her time once or twice. What else was there to do when you were homeless, unemployed and way with too much time on your hands? It was either that or do something illegal and illegal tended to get you into trouble.
"A sleeping bag would be great." Warmth wasn't usually a problem but there was something comforting about a proper blanket. For all her brash bluster, she was still a teenage girl trying her best to make her way in a hostile world with nothing. "If they have been stolen I can help get you more." Didn't want to seem ungrateful. Besides, she had a talent for acquiring money and other valuables and those things easily translated into more useful things. Like food and blankets. Damn, why had she left the life she had just started to really build for herself in order to run back home? Hadn't she known she'd have to once again start with nothing? She hated having nothing and hated even more having to rely upon the kindness of others for basic survival. Kindness rarely lasted and was rarely free.
"I don't plan on staying there long." Tone of voice a little more defensive than was necessary, she began following the drunk mutant. "Just until I find a place to stay. And some money. You know, to pay for a place." Damn her mother anyway.
"Sorry if I seem a little bitter. I'm grateful. Probably shouldn't take it out on others. Espeically others's helping me find a place to sleep for the night. I'm..Darkshift." A slight pause before she spoke her name; it had been months since she had used that name; didn't quite seem appropriate back home. Back here in the city, that was the person she wanted to be. Jayden was who her mother had made her into, a weak, desperate and bitter person. Darkshift was who she was making herself into: someone strong and independent who wasn't going to be anyone's victim ever again. That was who she wanted to be from now on.
It wasn't a long wait before someone stumbled by her little alley. Obviously this someone was intoxicated and that was the first sign in choosing a good target. Closer to the clubs and the targets got richer, at least if one knew the right clubs. She did. A target was a target, however. Or at least, a target was a target unless the target was a mutant. She didn't like mugging mutants, at least not ones she knew to be mutants. Solidarity with one's own kind, and all that.
Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately depending on how one looked it it, this potential target was, perhaps, not so potential of a target after all. In the dim light it was hard to make out the not quite right color of his skin. What was much easier to make out was the two large antennae and the nose that more of a slit than anything resembling a human nose.
"If you want to crash here, do. I won't be needing it." Probably. Equally probable was wishful thinking. It wasn't like she had a place to stay, exactly.
A mention of abandoned apartments almost lost as her mind wandered to her own problems. "Hey," she called out to him as he wandered by, "these apartments, is there room in them for another?" Maybe not ideal but better than sleeping on the street.
It was well after midnight and Jayden found herself standing at the entrance of an alleyway, near downtown New York. She wore a black leather trench coat and and below her trench coat was a thick layer of black fur. All of her was black, in fact, from head to tow. With a simple thought she had manifested the fur across most her body with the dual purpose of staying warm and remaining hidden. Her face remained smooth, although still with the coal black of her aura. A close look from an especially observative individual might notice that there was something just a little bit off about the fur, some quality that placed it as not quite natural. Someone sensitive to the aura's of others might detect more than that.
How long had it been since she'd been in the streets, again? Months. Too many months. How her other had managed to track her down she still didn't know and why she had agreed to see her dying mother in her final days she was still conflicted about. Still, as much as she had wanted to say 'screw you' as well as a string of other expletives to her abuse with of a mother, in the end she had agreed to come see her. It was cancer. Of all the things to get her, junkie, abused and abuser as she was, it had to be cancer. She still didn't quite know if she felt remorse or not.
Just like the first time she had come to New York, Jayden had hitchhiked her way over. With one of her talents, she felt little risk to her life and she had been right. One truck driver had tried to get a little to frisky with her but it was amazing how effective a handful of claws to the throat was in deterring such behaviors. It was only a trickle of blood and yet the man had all but peed his pants. Now that would have been a funny sight to behold.
Now came all those questions on how she was going to survive. Money was the first priority; the limited funds she had managed to procure from her last ride wasn't going to last long. After that, shelter. She began making her way closer to downtown where she was more likely to find wealthy club-goers and the like. They were the ones she had the most success with, the last time she was in the city. Wealthy and often too inebriated to effectively fight back or even immediately notice what was going on, they were among her favourite targets. With a grin, Jayden flexed fingers tipped in black cat claws. It wasn't that she wanted to be a criminal, exactly, but one did what they had to survive and it had been too long since she had been able to fully flex her mutant talents.
After several months away, Jayden has returned to New York and MRO. She's returning with nothing to nothing, except for a few dozen dollars in her wallet. I'd like to get her re-established and re-settled. Perhaps someone might want to meet her? Maybe direct to her towards a place to stay or other resources? I'm open to someone on either the good or the evil side of the spectrum filling this role.
I'd be interested in getting Darkshift involved in another thread. She's a partial-animal shifter with a chip on her shoulder. A former street kid, she fashions herself something of a mutant, vigilante super hero criminal. She's yet to be introduced to the Mansion.
Logistics? Where did one start? Darkshift knew where she wanted to start: making those who had killed all those innocents suffer horribly for the hatred in their hearts and the suffering they had caused because of those hatreds. She wanted to see them bleed, to stick her claws into their soft, human flesh and have their blood drain in rivers. That's what she wanted to do. She did not, of course, voice any of this. Probably it was not the right response. Probably. But oh, how she wanted it to be.
"We need to stick together. Protect each other. Protect those who are unable to protect themselves." Protect the children. But those were the words she didn't say, the words that should have been self-evident. Keeping things practical and professional was easier, for the moment. It meant she didn't have to dwell on the shear horror of the situation. That was better.
"I can help teach people to fight, to defend themselves." It wasn't about killing, as much as some dark part of her might have wanted it to be, but they had to be able to keep themselves safe. There wouldn't always be others around to do it for them. "I can also help teach people to stay hidden and quiet." That felt like the cowards way out but sometimes it was the right choice.
"I've been doing patrols around our streets for months. Helping and bringing wayward mutants in and keeping our streets safe from those doing us harm. Maybe its time to have a few select others join me in that. As much as possible, make the streets around Sanctuary safe for our kind even if we can't keep the whole city safe."
Darkshift was in her newly acquired vehicle on her way to Sanctuary when she heard the news. The vehicle itself was nothing to write home about and may or may not have been legally acquired depending on who you asked. She had papers that said she was the legal owner, at any rate. Probably she could have asked Lisa to give her a vehicle given her employment status, but there were some things that were better done with one's own resources and this was one of them.
Her mentor Aura's abandonment of her still stung more than she was willing to admit to anyone other than herself, but she was doing her best to put that out of her mind and plunge into the cause of helping mutants in need. The number of young runaways she had brought to Sanctuary's golden doors was growing by the week and she found satisfaction both in punishing those who were hurting her people as well as offering shelter and solace to those in need of it. For months he had been following in Aura's footsteps and patrolling the city, hurting those who took advantage of others and rescuing those who needed rescuing. Her methods were often violent and brutal, but never lethal. That she had never agreed with. Better to leave a scar and a message to remember than to snuff a life. She was good at leaving scars.
"Authorities have not been able to fully assess the situation but early estimates put the death toll well above 20 already, with over 50 likely to be injured, though we expect these numbers to rise..."
As she heard the words spoken through the radio, Darkshift almost didn't stop in time at the stoplight and almost slammed into the vehicle in front of her. The words that followed weren't any better. So many dead. Children. Children killed by some mutant bigot for the crime of simply being a mutant. She felt chilled, sick.
The rest of the short drive to Sanctuary passed in a blur. How could someone do something like that? To children no less? Of course, she knew the answer. Hadn't Aura told her that humans were like animals? But that couldn't be right, could it? She hadn't agreed then and she didn't agree now. Surely she didn't agree now.
Opening the great golden doors, Darkshift entered the halls of Sanctuary just in time to hear the suggestion to go upstairs. Yes,that's where she needed to be. Among her own people.
When you spent time on the streets, you could see the signs of it in others. It wasn't just the threadbare clothing or the layer of dirt that was so common, but also something in the eyes. Not having a place to call your own, where you might be safe and warm, it did something to a person. Sometimes, if one was really perceptive, it was even possible to pick up that certain look years after the fact. Darkshift knew she still had it and maybe always wood. She could almost read the question in the other girl's eyes. How did you she know? Sometimes you had to live it to understand.
The 'I'm fine' clearly wasn't as heart felt as it might of been, but she understood that too. When you had nothing and no one, you had to be fine because there was no other way to be. Not fine wasn't an answer. She caught the other girl's inspection of her hands and was pleased. That, among other reasons, was why she kept them out always. Because it was a way for other mutants to recognize her; mutants who might need another friendly face and might need help.
"My name's Darkshift." She smiled at the girl but didn't approach, not wanting to spook her. "I work for a safe place that helps mutants like yourself with food and shelter. They helped me once. I saw you here and couldn't walk away." It wasn't, strictly speaking, entirely true. She did work for The Order who operated out of Sanctuary and she did regularly bring in stray mutants. However, when she found the place herself she had her own meager shelter paid for through her own ingenuity and a less than complete respect for the law. Still, the message was true enough and the details didn't really matter.
Darkshift could have easily asked any one of the the other residence of Sanctuary where to find Tempest but she preferred to find him on her own. The place was busier than she had ever seen it in her months working there and she took some satisfaction in that. Several of the mutants not staying here were there because of her good work, helping to take them off the streets and offing them a safe place to stay. Several more hand made Sanctuary a brief home in a quest to find stability elsewhere, back in the real world. For all the bitterness she felt at Aura, there was also satisfaction in the difference she was making in the lives of so many mutants.
It was an obviously impassioned speech that caused her to pause just outside the common room. Someone with some obvious charisma to go along with his passion was speaking to the younger members and she paused to listen, not yet making herself known. The message was good, one she largely believed in herself. Of course, it was also delivered a lot more eloquently than she could ever hope for. Her skills lay elsewhere. This had to be the person she was looking for.
Darkshift waited with as much patience as her tumultuous emotional state would allow her to while everyone filtered out of the room, smiling and acknowledging a few of the figures that had come in at her side. Only when the last person left did she peel herself away from the the wall and enter the room, walking with purpose.
"Nice speech. I'm guessing you're the one I've been hearing about lately. Tempest?" Talk was easy. It was time to see what lay hidden behind the pretty words.
