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.
Rachael stared at the detective incredulously for a while, unsure of whether the taser comment was a joke or an actual requirement. If it was the latter then it would also explain the large amount of internet video's of people getting tased, she always thought those guys were adrenaline junkies with more free-time than brains. "Your kidding right? I gotta get tased, I don't suppose I need to get shot before I use a gun?" She realised after she'd said it that her joke might have been in bad taste, these two were police officers it wouldn't surprise Rachael if they had been shot before.
As Rachael entered the range she actually started to feel a little nervous, or was that excitement? Sometimes it was hard to tell. She approached the various safety equipment that hung on the wall and grabbed a pair of earmuff, dangling them around her neck for now. While there was a high chance that her abilities could heal any potential inner ear damage from weapon discharge in close proximity Rachael would rather not risk it. "Lets hope I don't end up needing it."
When Forsyth mentioned where he was from Rachael nodded, that would explain it. She'd never met anyone from the Caribbean before, there were those pirates of the Caribbean movies but the large man certainly didn't look like any of those actors. "We could of sat here for hours and I'd never have guessed it," Rachael mentioned, a little sheepish. "I've never even heard of Montserrat."
Forsyth's joke earned him a small chuckle from the green skinned mutant, the humorous image of her attempting to wield a minigun likely half her size amused her. She blanched at the thought of recoil, while definitely a new experience for her she'd seen plenty of weapon outtakes on the internet of people smacking themselves in the face and being knocked off their feet by weapon kickback. Which suddenly gave her an idea. "What about tasers?" She asked as the trio made their way towards the range. "I mean they're not restricted here in America right? Small, light and easy to use right, just need to learn how not to zap myself."
Rachael let out a sigh of relief, her impatience wasn't about to get either herself or the Detective in trouble. With that said though Rachael wasn't really sure how to feel about what was going to happen next, after all on one hand she hated the reality that she'd need to learn these gun skills for the future. On the other though, firing a gun is something that'd you would want to do once in your life, even if only to say you've done it.
"Pleasure's all mine," Rachael replied to the new officer. The term 'Tall, dark and handsome' immediately came to mind when the foreigner flashed her a friendly smile, and while Rachael may have been imagining it she could swear some of the female officers were giving her envious looks from behind the man. "So if you don't mind me asking, where exactly are you from? I don't recognise your accent at all." He was from somewhere in Europe, of that Rachael was sure. However without aide she doubted she could narrow it down. "Also don't Marksman's deal in rifles? I'm not learning to shoot one of those am I?"
It was hard for Rachael to hide her displeasure when the detective mentioned the gun culture within the united states. She of course knew that firearms were rather common within the country, it was apart of their constitution after all. Didn't mean she had to like it. "If you think so," She stated unconvinced as they walked through the precinct. The detective was from the UK so he likely understood her point of view, hopefully also shared it.
Once she was given the file from Linely Rachael set off in search of the chief's office. It surprised Rachael just how few officer's approached her as she went about her search, naturally she had received a temporary interns pass to indicate she wasn't just someone off the street. However she'd forgotten to take it out of her pocket since coming back from lunch, meaning despite not seeing the pass a majority of the officer just left her about her business. They must get all kinds of people coming and going Rachael realised.
It took some time but Rachael eventually found the chief's office and rapped against the door, her enquiry was met with silence though. Not sure what to exactly sure what to do Rachael tested the handle, unlocked. "Hello?" She announced as she slowly opened the door and peered in. The chief wasn't in. Rachael realised pretty quickly that she likely wasn't allowed in this office unaccompanied, hell it was likely many of the officers weren't allowed in unaccompanied. As such she dashed across the small office and placed the files upon the desk, quickly exiting again and closing the door behind her. A brief glance up and down the hallway revealed that no-one seemed to have seen her exit the office. Quickly she hurried back the way she came, hopefully the detective would have everything ready by now.
"All done!" Rachael announced once she had returned to Linely's desk, "Though just wondering. If the Chief wasn't in his office what should I have done with the papers." While she was sure no-one had seen or cared that she exited the office Linely had been the one to get her access to the precinct, she'd hate for him to get in trouble because of her.
Rachael eagerly followed as the detective walked up the steps into the station, an excited spring in her step. After an entire morning of sorting out paperwork, followed by a brief period of moping and all together feeling sorry for herself Rachael had some pent up energy she needed to release. With any luck they wouldn't start with a half hour lecture of some kind, "So, what's the plan sensei?" Rachael teased. Likely the Detective would have a few words to say about the situation earlier and how poorly she had responded until Linely had prompted her. Come to think of it Rachael didn't want to know what would happen if she ran into guys like that alone.
Rachael hummed thoughtfully for a moment, perhaps speaking to flora wasn't as silly as it sounded. You would hard pressed to find a somewhere in the city or country-side that didn't possess some sort of plant life, that'd be like having eyes all over the country. Rachael couldn't help but feel somewhat excited at the prospect, even if it wasn't guaranteed to be be a possible extension of her abilities.
At the mention of her stance Rachael suddenly felt somewhat self-conscious, she probably looked really silly to someone who'd actually been involved in combat. Quickly she stood back up straight fidgeted in place, "Sort of, not really. I did Karate for a while when I was... five, six maybe. Not for very long though, I don't really remember why but I got bored of it after a while." She knew exactly why, she had expected to learn what she'd seen on TV. Extremely fit guys and girls doing flips and spending almost as much time fighting in the air than on the ground. When she realised that was not what she'd be learning Rachael quickly lost interest. "I think I remember how to throw a punch properly. Apart from that though, don't really remember. So when do we begin?"
Everything the Detective described about handling the Mutant issue in the UK seemed to strike a chord with Rachael, clear boundaries and oversight while managing to steer clear of oppression. As such it was a little confusing that a commonwealth country could be so different, Australia seemed the polar opposite to what Linely described. "I hope you realise how strange and Alien this all sounds to me. 'Mutant supremacists', 'Mutant counselors ' those terms don't really exist in Australia. Given Australia is part of the commonwealth I always assumed the UK would have had a similar situation. Since coming to America I've come to the realisation that Mutant related news and media was heavily controlled by the government."
Rachael hummed thoughtfully at the idea's the detective came up with for the capabilities of her mutation that she'd yet to learn. Naturally the pot plant suggestion had been a gag at her own expense but the concepts that Linely came up with wouldn't actually be all that bad. Certainly would a positive change to a mutation that was more a hindrance than anything else. "I suppose those wouldn't be too bad, though I can't imagine what a tree might have to say."
In response to the Detective's suggestion of self defense training Rachael took a mock defensive stance. When she was younger she had taken a few karate lessons, however not only was that a long, long time ago but it was only for about three months, after which she got bored. It showed, Rachael's little demonstration of what she knew was rather pathetic. "Do you get involved in actual fighting often? I mean I know your a police officer so it's a part of the job but, with your abilities surely you can easily disable a thug or criminal before they have a chance to get close."
Rachael couldn't help but feel a little envious of the procedures and precautions put in place by the UK government. Not only did they help those that were dangerous to the public but also provided counselling for the individuals, like Rachael, who were likely to face the brunt of the prejudice for being visibly different. "Wow, that sounds really positive. Is there much less tension between mutants and non-mutants because of it?" She replied. Perhaps if she had gotten help like what the detective described she wouldn't have spent a whole week holed up in her own room.
"I suppose I could keep looking for that role my abilities can fill, but honestly I'd rather not have to worry about any further complications down the line. I'm already green, what if my mutation is just slowly turning me into a human sized pot plant?" The mood had been sombre and serious for far too long now Rachael felt, besides it seemed they were approaching the station.
"So, am I going to be helping Helen with her paperwork again? Or was there something else that needed doing?" Rachael hadn't minded working with the Helen, she had been friendly and rather entertaining. On the other hand the paperwork was rather monotonous, definitely something she wasn't looking forward to when she got a job of her own.
Rachael was surprised to hear that the United kingdom was not only accepting of mutants but actually supportive of them as well, going so far as to hire a telepath to aide the detective in handling his newfound abilities. This of course got Rachael thinking about what her life would have been like had Australia adopted a similar approach. She wouldn't have had to leave for starters, being able to adapt to her new lifestyle in the comfort of her own home would have been so much better. It would also have made learning her extent of her abilities easier, even now Rachael was sure there were more to her abilities than she’d learnt so far. Of course that was likely a pipe dream at the moment, Australia’s stance towards mutants was anything but hospitable.
“Was that aid provided to all mutants, or just to those that could pose a serious risk to the general population if left unchecked?” The ‘like a concerning number seem to be’ was left unsaid. Rachael had only been in the US a few short months but already she’d seen: Fireballs formed, psionic claws extended, and had first hand experience reliving the most painful experience of her life all over again. While she’d grown to condemn the practices her country seemed to employ in dealing with mutants she could understand their concern.
Thinking of a beneficial use for her abilities would be Rachael’s next endeavour she decided, “You’d think that’d be the case wouldn’t you,” Rachael stated in response to the Detective’s enquiry. “Unfortunately my strength and speed don’t really rise much beyond my own natural abilities even in the brightest sunlight. However, I heal really fast on warm days and as long as the sun is out I could probably run for hours before I get tired.” Rachael had never accurately timed how long she could continuously run for but she knew it was at least three hours. “Last I checked they’d probably consider my mutation a form of cheating, so I doubt they’d let me enter any marathons.”
At the mention of God Rachael had to refrain from rolling her eyes. She’d heard this argument from both sides of the coin. Anti-mutant supporters believe that the ‘unholy’ abilities were an affront to how God had made humans. While those like Linely saw mutation as a gift. “If this is god’s idea of a gift he’s got a strange sense of humour.”
Rachael couldn't help but be shocked as well as mildly intimidated by what the detective's abilities were truly capable of. He killed someone by complete accident, that's rather scary. Originally Rachael was envious of the detective's mutation, sure his abilities were rather disturbing and malicious by nature but he could just as easily ignore them and go about his business and no-one would be any the wiser. Or so she thought. Rachael never had to worry about losing control, her mutation only affected herself. She couldn't imagine what the detective must have gone through before he learnt how to control his abilities.
"It could be worse I suppose," Rachael admitted dejectedly. "How did you cope before you learnt how to use your abilities. If I was in your shoes I would have never felt comfortable around other people, just in case I hurt them." Hearing about the detectives past made Rachael feel rather petty. Her worries all seemed so superficial now.
"It's all about finding some way to put your abilities to good use? I've been trying to figure that out for some time now."
Rachael gave the Detective a quizzical look for a moment, a small smile visible on her face. "Sounds to me like you've been watching too many drama movies and TV shows," She replied with a short chuckle. Despite the humour quip she made it was obvious that Linely's words had not had the desired effect, "I appreciate what you are trying to do, I do. However you're wrong. If those girls think they are fat they can exercise. If they don't know what to wear or how to do their make-up for any given occasion there is a variety of websites and magazines to help them. In my case there is nothing I can do about the fact I'm visibly different, I'm... green."
It was obvious this wasn't a topic she wanted to talk about but the revelation that the pain she experienced in the park was her own was almost as unpleasant. That experience had been debilitating however for the life of her Rachael couldn't remember ever being overwhelmed like that before. Which could only mean one thing, it was a recollection of the pain she went through when she fell from the cliff. "That's a rather morbid mutation, no offence. Making people re-experience pain can bring back a lot of horrible memories, things they may want to forget. Are you sure there isn't something positive your mutation can do? Relax someone, take away the pain?
Somehow Rachael knew that the detective would say that, her parents had made the same joke once they realised she could no longer hold down food. While it was a small consolation Rachael missed being able to enjoy cakes, ice-creams, and muffins. She didn't have an overly large sweet-tooth but I think everyone can attest to the occasional craving of something sugary, but she could no longer tend to that craving. Or more accurately she could, however the violent sickness that followed any meal simply wasn't worth it. "I suppose that's something I have going for me." She admitted aloud, though without much conviction.
Behind the detective Rachael shuddered as she remembered the pain that Linely's power put her through. "You know I don't think you actually told me what your mutation is. Some kind of control over a persons nervous system? What you did to me really hurt."
From under the tree Rachael watched as another pair of girls walked past, clearly snickering to each other in between what they likely assumed were subtle glances in her direction. Rachael noticed, she always noticed. With a sigh she rested her head against the tree and looked up through it's leaves to the sky above, she'd enjoyed her little shopping trip thus far she shouldn't let this get her down again.
The sound of the Detectives voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she acknowledged him with a smile, "Well I wouldn't mind looking around some more but I can do that later." Slowly Rachael pulled herself to her feet, a hand extended indicating for him to lead the way. "I'm sure I've said this numerous times already but thank you. You didn't need to do this much for me, you could have just dropped me off at some homeless shelter but you didn't. I'll find a way to repay you for this someday, it may take sometime obviously." She stated with a short laugh. "I'll find a way though"
As Rachael slowly navigated the dark urban maze that was New York City at dusk she couldn't help but reflect on how normal things had been recently. A comfortable bed, access to clean drinking and bathing water, and a sense of security were all things she'd taken for granted in her life before mutation. The fact that her first encounter with the detective hadn't been a pleasant one was all but forgiven now, after everything he'd done for her to hold onto a grudge would be disrespectful.
She paused mid-step and quickly walked up to a nearby store window, a beautiful floral summer dress hung off one of the window display mannequins. How long had it been since Rachael had worn something aside from trousers and a shirt? With the store closed and the sight of the sun dipping over the horizon Rachael knew she had to hurry if she wanted to reach the detective's before dark. A cold shiver ran down her spine as she exited the exited the busy commercial district and continued towards the residential housing.
She was about twenty minutes walk from the detective's apartment when the last vestige of sunlight disappear over the horizon, the dim streetlights doing precious little to illuminate the increasingly menacing street below. Once again that cold chill shot through her and Rachael quickly spun, her eyes roamed up and down the street. Empty. At least it seemed empty. Rachael couldn't believe this, scared of the dark, was she a child again? With increased haste Rachael continued on her journey, every now and she'd cast a glance behind her but it would always be the same result, nothing but the occasional car.
Almost there, Rachael told herself as she quickly crossed the street. Still she could not shake this dreadful feeling. Was she being followed? If so, who, and for what reason? It didn't matter, she could practically see the apartment complex it was just a few short minutes aw- A strong pair of hands shot out from a dark alleyway and dragged Rachael away from the street. She was held in place by a set of strong arms, a cloth with a sickly sweet smell pressed against her face.
"How long is this gonna take?" The large man finally asked as Rachael struggled futilely in his grasp, her one free arm repeatedly striking his abdomen. "I don't know, I've never tried anything like this before," Came a second voice from behind Rachael. "They're usually unconscious by now on TV." If she weren't currently terrified Rachael might have actually laughed, getting his kidnapping techniques from television. "Ah to hell with it, just hold the mutie still!" The second man ordered as he walked into sight.
Barely taller than she was and with a rather portly build the second man didn't seem the sort of person Rachael would usually be intimidated. However in the poor light, with shadows cast over most of his face all Rachael could see were his crooked rotten teeth. Slowly he approached, twisted smile upon his face as he forced his fist into Rachael's stomach. The girl let out a pained gasp as the blow knocked all the air from her lungs. She was barely offered the chance to recover before a second blow followed suite.
"Let her go!" The smaller man commanded his friend, Rachael quickly dropped to the ground in a tight ball. Her hands wrapped around her aching stomach. "You know, your kind has been a real scourge on this city for some time now. One of ya even went so far as to mess my face up pretty bad. I'm sure you won't mind if we seek some recompense right?"