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.
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Why did going to college have to be so complicated? Max shook his head as he stood in line at Jasper Kane Cafe. His binder smacking against his knee. He was settling in at Haven and Inferno, and was finally getting around to considering going to school for some higher learning. A marketing degree would be a hell of a back up plan to Max's dance career.
He of course did not have nearly the money to pay for NYU. He couldn't ask his parents for help, they still thought he was dead. While hanging out Devon had mentioned a scholarship program through Haven that Max could apply for. First thing first Max needed to know where he wanted to go.
The exploration day at campus had been a nightmare. Peppy student reps taking the wanna be students for a tour of the campus. Nervous high school seniors packed together like scared little animals. And Max. Of course. He had been given a temp meal card which had cost him fifty bucks to "like totally check out all the dining halls" as the cheerleader had said.
Which brought Max to the crowded Cafe. He finally got his food and scanned the room. Tables were all occupied, which meant it was time to pick where to socialize. He glanced around.
Frat boys, pass. Giggling girls, pass. Larping group, pass. Red head sitting alone, Ding Ding Ding.
Max walked over to the table the girl was sitting at. There was a bouquet of wild flowers on the table alongside a healthy stack of books. The chair opposite her had a sliver of space on the table available and he approached it.
"Hey do you mind if I sit here?" He asked politely.
He scanned the covers of the books. Grammer book, MLA books, and varies source books. Having a mother who was a doctor and a father who was a lawyer Max had not been allowed to relax scolastically for most of his life. Being prepped to go to law school and medical school at the same time at sixteen almost gave him a shiver of fear in remembrance.
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Max shut his locker and let out a sigh. Taking a self defense class seemed a little lame. His experience in CLASS training with his powers and his attempts to self train himself on Tai Chi had seemed more than sufficient to defend himself. That was until he found himself in a skirmish against a local crime gang alongside Q and nearly died. Now it seemed like a bit of formal training could assist.
He entered the gym wearing black sweat pants and a white tank top. He was tall and lanky, but all of the muscle on his lean frame was hard, flexible, and strong. Years of dance and conditioning himself to augmented gravity had made him what he was.
The class was mostly boring. The instructor showed off some basic moves that Max was familiar with. There were a few throws that Max thought looked interesting but found little use for. He didn't need to worry about countering heavy weights, he could just make his enemy weightless.
They were instructed to pair off and spar and Max scanned the room. The crowd was a strange assortment. A group of forty something women probably here to learn how to protect themselves to feel safe at night. A couple of high school boys whom Max assumed probably just wanted to learn how to stave off bullies. Good for them.
He spotted a man with brown hair whom seemed not to fit in. He too looked like he was alone and Max approached him.
"Partner up?" He asked,"I think I signed up for the wrong class, this stuff is a bit slow."
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"Max is largest amount. Not name."
Max couldn't help but laugh. Her earlier comments made total sense now that he understood what the intention was.
"My whole name is Maxwell, but I just go by Max." He explained.
She threw her hands up when asked about her power and simply stated it was bad. This instantly made Max more curious as to what her specific ability was, but continued questioning seemed to be a poor path for understanding.
She tapped his spoon and it spun away lazily. Max caught it and ended his power over it. She seemed excited by his ability and he smiled proudly. He pointed at the spoon with his free hand.
"Can you show your power? Does it work like that?" He asked.
"You gravity people? Or only gravity fork?"
Max smiled and set the food on simmer to make sire it didnt burn. He sent his power out over himself. He floated upward a few inches and extended his hand towards Noel.
"Oh yeah. I can use my power on people. Wanna check it out?" He asked.
Words were hard. Action was easy, sharing a moment with someone spoke volumes more than words ever could.
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-"Must have been a hell of a blow to the noggin to put you out of commission for that long. Glad to count you among the living."
He had no idea. The report Max read had said his skull had been shattered in impact. Quite a hit indeed.
"Thanks man. I'm adapting, or at least I like to tell myself that." He said.
Geo lined up his shot and asked Max where he was from. The young mutant leaned against the wall and watched the older man as he ran calculations for the pool game.
"I'm from Virginia. Moved here to dance. My parents are high class, had to get out of the pressure ya know. What about yourself?" He responded.
Geo made his shot, and an impressive one at that. The eleven ball settled into the pocket and Geo seemed to have been feeling the pressure. Max moved from the wall and assessed the table.
"You know we team up and we could take some poor guys for quite a pretty penny at the pool hall." He said.
Posted by Grav Bomb on Apr 13, 2017 18:38:48 GMT -6
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A bottle of water flew up to Quin and she caught it before handing to to Max. So she was a mutant as well. Mad put that on his list of things to think of later. For now he just sipped on the water.
Quin asked the pressing questions, questions Max found himself asking as well. They were questions he was afraid to find the answers to. What if he went home, dug up his grave and found himself staring at his own body? What did that make him? He took another drink and shook his head.
"I haven't. I don't know what's in that pine box and it kinda scares the hell out of me." He Answered honestly.
She then asked if his parents knew. Here was where things got more complicated.
"No. If they knew I was alive they would want answers and as you know I have few to give. I can't contact them and if I get myself declared alive they would find out." He said slowly, "but someone else could talk to them."
Posted by Grav Bomb on Apr 13, 2017 18:31:00 GMT -6
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The bear karate jumping into the car took Max's attention, as did the flying ember of a cigarette that came at him. He moved his leg so as to avoid being burned. Little bear had attitude. The man looked sissapointed that Max wasn't who he thought he was. Max prepared to leave the man to his devices.
That was until the guy pulled out a few thousand dollars and challenged Max to a bet. What was up with this dude? He asked Max if he wanted to street race against the man's bear. A preposterous idea but the money was tempting.
"Sorry man. I got no car, though speed racer in there does seem like a fun challenege." Max replied.
A thought struck Max and he grinned. Maybe he could make this work after all. A little extra cash would do him wonders. He reached into his fanny pack and pulled out his wallet. He had five hundred dollars in his wallet. It be a start.
"I got five hundred though. How about we make it interesting. Anyone can press an accelerator, even a bear. We are five blocks from the Central Mall parking garage. I'll take your bear on, I'll race him without a car, first one to the roof of the garage wins. If I win I want two grand though." He said sweetening the pot for himself.
Slowing down seemed to be a bad idea. Noel seemed frustrated and requested that Max speak normally. He felt dumb, like he was trying to solve a puzzle and kept missing the corner piece he so desperately needed. He wanted to help, but only seemed to be making things worse.
"Okay. Sorry my bad." He said.
- "You are largest amount?"
Max raised an eyebrow quizzically. What did that mean? He looked down at himself unsure if it was a remark on his weight but that didn't make any sense. His confusion was only compounded as she spoke again.
"2 power. Eyes forget and I taste yesterday."
Max gave a sad sigh. He couldn't make heads or tails of it. Eyes forget? That sounded like a weird power.
"I'm sorry. I don't understand. Taste yesterday? Eyes forget?" He replied.
He picked up a spoon he was using to stir the pasta and used his power in it. It floated above the pot.
"I have gravity powers. I can make stuff heavy or make it float." He explained.
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-"The first thing I have to ask is going to seem rude...but your death wasn't staged, was it?" .
Max gave a laugh at Quin's question and sat up.
"Afraid not, we'll at least if it was I wasn't in on the plan." He said.
-"That being said, I want you to tell me literally everything you remember about what happened, and not leave out a single detail."
This was the part he'd been dreading. Thinking about his death always made his head hurt, like he was pushing against a locked door with his forehead. He clasped his hands together uncomfortably.
"I was headed to go get dinner at the Chinese place on 4th. I was listening to my music with headphones and like an idiot stepped out into the street without checking the light. I'm from Virginia, city still confuses me sometimes. I heard a horn over my music and turned. There were headlights and I felt myself get hit. Then..." He cut off and leaned back, taking a breath.
"Darkness. I didn't feel anything. I remember someone laughing. People talking, I couldn't make put what they said. Then my whole body felt like it was burning from the inside and I woke up. I was naked and alone in an alley on 7th. I got picked up by an Xman on patrol. Thought I must have partied too hard and forgetten." He continued.
He looked into Quin's eyes.
"That's when I found out what year it was and that I had been dead. The police report said I hit my head when I bounced off the car, broke my skull. I was dead on the scene. They called my parents and they claimed my body and brought it back to Virginia to be buried. I have no idea how I got back to New York." He completed.
He leaned back and felt himself shaking. The pain had returned in his head and was pounding away like a bass drum. He felt nauseous.
"I'm sorry can I have some water?" He asked looking at the floor.
Posted by Grav Bomb on Apr 13, 2017 11:46:50 GMT -6
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Okay he was done.
The girl made a remark about his customer service skills like she had just gone to the counter of a fast food resturant instead of trying to make a drug deal. Maxwell was usually good at talking, but his initial impression of the girls intention had thrown him. Once the damage was done he should have just called it there, his skills were in the courtroom not the back room. At least now he could get back to the club and pour himself a nice drink.
That dream was crushed when he saw her bolt down one of the hallways. Max swore and cried out for her to stop before sprinting after her. What was she doing? He rounded the corner just in time to see her finish removing her heels and take another turn. He had to catch her, he couldn't let her run free of the back facility, she could stumble upon any number of Ragnarok's affair. That would complicate things.
He lowered gravity on himself to increase his speed and sprinted after her. The odds were in his favor. He was taller and either his power he should be able to run her down and stop her. She had a head start though. That or the possibility of her running into staff was high back here. Best case he could catch her and throw her out of the club and be done with this mess, but if she saw something she shouldn't have....well.
He barely kept her in sight as she took turns seemingly without direction. The pursuit would have to end eventually.
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"Is it not better cook onion at the first?"
Max looked up to see Noel's confused expression. He could see she was trying to understand all he was saying and follow him.
"I'm an idiot" He thought to himself.
This wasn't about showing off, this was about teaching. Max wasn't used to language barriers. That coupled with the fact that he naturally talked fast made for a bad combination. He needed to slow down and relax.
"Sorry. I got carried away." He said smiling.
"I'm" He said pointing at himself, "Max."
He held up the onion that he and chopped up and placed it in the skillet with the meat and sauce.
"Onion cook with meat and sauce," He said slowly, trying not to sound condescending, " heat make onion and meat good. Get rid of bad."
-"Here in Haddon place is new. New York is old. I am a bad muisti because of the power I am having."
Max tried to follow what she was saying. So she was new to Haddon, but had been in New York for a while? Okay check that made sense. What is a muisti? Max couldn't understand from the context.
"Oh you're a mutant?" He asked, "What is your power?"
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She laughed at his joke, which seemed like a rather good start. She told him about her experience with art and Max gave an impressed nod. Fifteen years was a lot of time to commit to a skill. The effort showed in her work.
She extended her hand and offered her name.
"I'm Max. Pleasures all mine trust me." He said shaking her hand.
She pointed out some of the other groups.
-"I take it you are either not familiar with the culture, or you don't give a crap, based on your outfit. Either way, welcome to my wing of the zoo."
"Thanks. Really a bit of birth I'd say." He said with a laugh, "I'm just a fan of self expression. Growing up my parents were the kind of people who dropped three grand on a painting to hang in the hallway and never look at again because as we established blank walls are tacky."
He gave a glance at some of the pieces hanging about.
"My thing is music. I dance. The art only lasts for the length of a song, it's about the feeling of the moment. That's what I like about art. I like a painting that makes me feel something. When you painted these they didn't come out of nowhere, even if it was just cause you thought something looked pretty it came from inside ya know?" He gave an embarrased laugh.
"Sorry. I'm sure you get talked to by "wannabe art philosophers" all the time." He admitted.
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This guy seemed a tad off to say the least. As he jovially replied to Max's question Max watched the bear close the car door as instructed. It was a very strange sight to say the least. Was the stuffed animal some kind of weird mutant? His thought was quickly interupted.
-"Say, you're not the guy are you? You look a little young to work in a bank."
The question seemed to be delivered matter of factly but Max had no idea what the guy was talking about. He was at the park, what did banks have to do with it? Max was a fraction of a second from asking the man if he had dementia when the bear hopped up on the hood if the car and started smoking with his older companion. The beady eyes of the thing narrow down and Max felt a wave of dicomfort. The older man gave Max an apology for the bear before bursting out into laughter.
"Not a bank guy no. Though I think there's an atm not to far from here," Max said awkwardly.
He kept glancing at the bear as it smoked and it only seemed more irritated by him.
"No need to apologize, I have a GI Joe that has a temper like you wouldn't believe." Max said sarcastically.
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Detective Quin reappeared before him as she scanned the documents he had acquired. He couldn't help but interpret her tone as impressed. Yeah he was forgiven. Haven was pretty good about tracking criminal activities in the city, best to know what was going on behind the scenes if you wanted to make an improvement to the world.
She started planning how to turn over the evidence anonymously. Even when she was taken off the case. She wanted the fraud ring taken down, it showed a desire for justice that Max found admirable.
-"Do I even want to know how you got ahold of all that?"
Max gave a little shrug, "probably not to be honest, though nobody got hurt and I didn't break any laws if that helps."
He leaned back into the comfy couch and relaxed. He felt like he'd been going full sprint for the last few days. Taking a little down time wouldn't hurt.
"That aside I know I'm not here about that case. You have questions I have some answers." He supplied.
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Most people upon receiving a compliment for a piece of work they had done would politely say thank you and go about their day. Shelby was obviously not most people. Instead she reflected on the fact that the painting had been thrown together out of a quick need to fill wall space and the unexpected attention she recieved from such a quickly thrown together painting.
"That's fair. I doubt anyone looking at it would assume it was done on such a quick timeline." He replied.
She countered his statement concerning talent and retorted with a joke about people's perspectives on art. Max laughed earnestly. Her attitude was refreshing. It reminded Max of how he talked to people about dance. Most people treated art like some sort of mystical attribute people had, really it was something anyone could do with enough time and patience.
"Are you telling me I wasted all that money going to the ballpark frank exhibit?" He replied with a chuckle, "also I'd add that most people are idiots. How long have you been painting?"
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Another quiet day at the park, after all the craziness didn't Max deserve at least that? He was sitting on a park bench enjoying a sandwich when a beautiful charger caught his eye pulling into the nearby parking lot. Max's father loved cars and though Max lacked his paternal influences obsession with them he still had a healthy respect for a good machine.
He stood up and walked over to the car just in time to see it shut off. An older man exited out of one side and basically screamed mid life crisis. What caught Max's attention more however was the Teddy Bear that exited with him. The thing hopped out of the car like a love animal and Max found himself laughing hysterically. It was one of the strangest sights he had ever seen.
He approached the man and gave a short wave.
"Nice ride man. Tell me do you usually have such a furry Co pilot?" He asked jovially.
