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.
An increase in street-side advertisements and fellow pedestrians with shopping bags told Rachael that they were on the right path, she actually couldn't remember the last time she was this excited. Shopping centres and districts from her arrival until now had been somewhat of a no-go, too many patrons and too much security. If she ever truly needed anything corner shops were always the easiest places to go, usually only one staff member on at a time, so as long as they were distracted anything was fair game.
Once they got to the small trolley and the detective ordered a hot dog Rachael couldn't help but be slightly puzzled, they didn't use a barbeque? It was obvious that there was more than one way to cook sausage but in her experience most outdoor hotdog vendors used barbeques, at least that was the case in Perth. "Ah, no thanks." Rachael quickly replied to the vendor. "I'll go on ahead then, enjoy your food." She added before she slipped into the crowd of eager shoppers.
From this distance even without the Detective Rachael was sure she could navigate her way to the district, the increasingly steady stream of animated and excited individuals a contrast to the gloomy shuffle of people on their morning commute to work. Already Rachael could see smaller bookstores and music outlets replacing the larger office buildings, stores and restaurants continued on as far as the eye could see.
‘Sixty dollars,’ she reminded herself as she happened passed by a sports store. A decent pair of trainers would be nice to replace her older worn out pair, however shoes could be quite costly and Rachael was trying to be cost efficient here. ‘Essentials first,’ she thought to herself as she entered into one of the nearby department stores. Specialty stores while generally having a greater spread of merchandise were often more expensive, as such despite the alluring call of those respected retailers she found herself pushing through kids toys in a discount department store to find the clothing aisles.
Even in this store Rachael had to admit it was difficult finding something to buy, she wasn’t overly picky mind you but with only sixty dollars whatever she picked up had to be twelve dollars or less and still somewhat decent. As such as she slid the racks along things became increasingly dire, there were some sweat pants for eleven dollars but they only came in this icky beige colour. So therefore she had to spend a little extra on decent jeans, thus having less to spend on a top or underwear. Surprise, surprise, Rachael ended up in simple t-shirt and jeans combination. Considerably more presentable Rachael sat by a large tree and waited for the detective to come by. She’d gotten what she came here for, however, she couldn’t deny her desire to look around some more. She’d just need to make sure they still had enough time to do so.
"Hold on a sec," Rachael replied as she picked up her chair. She'd borrowed it from a nearby desk and while it was lucky that no-one had seemed to need it she doubted that would be the case while she was gone. Once she was sure the owner of the desk wouldn't notice the borrowing of the chair she returned to Helen's desk and slid the sorted paperwork over to her. "Enjoy yourself," The older woman said with a smile to which Rachael merely nodded. "Okay, ready to go."
The walk back out of the station was a quiet one, despite being invited here and having just done intern work Rachael was still somewhat nervous about being inside the precinct. All it took was one curious officer, one quick search in what Rachael assumed was some massive database of some kind and she was in a whole world of trouble. Not only her but likely the detective as well, though given that she hadn't specified the nature of her arrival he may be able to deny any knowledge of her status. Could he use ignorance as an excuse in this case?
Though it may have been the worst possible outcome Rachael appeared nervous almost the entire time she followed Spasm out of the precinct. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she stepped out into of the beaming sunlight, though much of her body was covered the feeling of the light on her hands and face were enough to bring a smile to her face. "So which way?" She asked the detective and she looked up and down the street, she'd never been in this area before, the commercial district could be in any direction.
With a quiet sigh Rachael placed a hand upon the seismic pile of paperwork she had still yet to sort, Helen's pleasant demeanour a surprise to the green skinned girl. Rachael knew that Helen had to have done this on a regular basis, but to just sit there and maintain that little smile while she submitted herself to hours of this tedious and repetitive work was something else. A skill that Rachael simply could not, and had no interest in acquiring.
With her focus almost entirely upon her task Rachael jumped a little in her chair when the detective spoke, her strong grip on the papers barely enough to keep them from being scattered across the room. "Don't scare me like that," Rachael quickly responded, her tone almost scolding. The green skinned mutant had never heard of the book nor the author that the detective had mentioned, poetry never really being a topic that she had much interest in. However it was good to know where he'd eventually be if she ever needed to find him.
At detective Linely's suggestion to use their lunch break for shopping, and to a lesser extent sparring, Rachael couldn't help but grin. She'd be wearing the same clothes for... well for a long time. She longed for the feeling of fresh attire against her skin, quickly she got to her feet. "Sounds like a plan." Rachael stated excitedly as she got to her feet. "How long do we have for a lunch break anyway?"
Rachael watched the detective walk away for a moment before she turned her attention back to the mountain of paperwork upon Helen's desk, the woman looked up at her with a warm smile. "Pull up a seat Rachael," She told Rachael. "Pleasure to meet you, as you may have heard my name is Helen." She introduced as Rachael fumbled with her chair. "As you can see I regularly deal with large quantities of paper work, mainly completed case files." She pulled two large boxes out from under her desk and placed them in front of Rachael. "These files get handed to me in bundles and I have to separate them into mutant and non-mutant related activities. I can take over from there, you just sort the files into those two categories."
With a nod Rachael got stuck into the task provided to her, fortunately many of the officer reported whether or not the suspect was a mutant or not rather early. She couldn't deny a desire to simply find an comfortable place to read through each of these files in greater detail, however the constant glances from Helen reminded her she was only to skim the report for the classification. One thing she noticed was a quite a few reports written by detective Linely, he'd been a rather busy man. Speaking of which, Rachael craned her head around, where was he? He said if she caused trouble to go to his desk but if he wasn't there how would she know which is his.
Rachael was still somewhat shaken up by the prior ordeal and managed only a meek nod as the detective led her into the precinct. She couldn't help but look back as the thugs were individually lifted and practically carried off to what she hoped would be their cells. The looks of pain and agony on their faces gave her a small shred of contentment, at least they got what they deserved.
Rachael had never been inside a Police Precinct before and as such must have appear like a lost little lamb hurriedly following behind the detective. Despite what detective Linely had stated earlier the sheer number of mutants that Rachael saw freely walking the precinct surprised her, some of them even more visually apparent than her. It seemed that Linely knew everyone and everyone knew him, they must be a close workplace.
Eventually they came to a stop in front of the desk of a woman, the stacks of paperwork that she had previously and had yet to sort insanely high. Through introduction she came to know this woman's name was Helen, she seemed friendly enough. "Umm." Not the best introduction, "My name is Rachael." She told the woman as she pulled up a chair nearby, "I was hoping to help out around here." The other woman seemed kind and all too eager for someone to share the workload with, "I'll be fine, thank you." She told the detective.
Rachael let out a sigh of relief as she witnessed her assailant finally end up in cuffs, while not usually one to enjoy violence the additional strike into his back caused her to smile slightly. Though that may have been the adrenaline. When the detective approached she offered him a quick smile and shook her head, "I'm fine." She told him."My arm hurts from where he grabbed me but aside from that I'm fine. Thank you by the way. If you hadn't of distracted him I likely wouldn't have gotten free, that punch of his would have definitely hurt."
The sight of the weapon detective Linely retrieved from one of the fallen men caused her to feel somewhat uncomfortable, if her assailant was equally armed how bad could the situation have gotten? Snapped back to reality by the detective Rachael took a moment to process what he had just said, "Yeah sure, sooner we get out of here the better."
With clenched jaw Rachael prepared herself for a heavy blow that surprisingly never came, the large man having been distracted by the approaching detective. Rachael counted her lucky stars that the large oaf in front of her wasn't all that bright, else she may have already suffered his wrath. Confident in the detectives's instruction she stopped her attempts to escape her attacker's grasp and instead tightened her hold and pulled him sharply towards her.
The man let out another loud howl as he staggered forward, his grip on Rachael's arm weakened. Seeing her opportunity the green mutant ripped her arm free of the assailants grasp and instinctively flailed it into the large man's face. If this affected him in any way he didn't show it as he collapsed to a knee, his breath heavy and pain evident all over his face.
Rachael however had taken this as a chance to put some distance between her and the man. Her face rather pale and a quickness to her breath, "I don't envy you," She told the detective shakily. "If this is what you have to deal with regularly."
While she didn't mind the exercise and the opportunity to bask in the sunlight Rachael found it hard to believe that people would walk everywhere, it was a big city after all. In Perth everything had been so spread out, walking somewhere like work or school would take far to long, New York though was likely different in that regard.
"Isn't that inconvenient though?" Rachael asked, "I mean if an emergency crops up you would have to rush to work to pick up your car." Seemed rather silly to her, though it didn't appear as if apartments had an awful lot of room to park a car so it may not been by choice. His comment regarding the frequency of gang attacks didn't exactly inspire confidence in Rachael and she found herself unconsciously stepping closer to the Detective.
Her intuition proved right as a group of four men approached Rachael and the Detective, their eyes uncomfortably lingered on her for a tad to long. However it was the man words that made her go cold, Rachael's eyes darted quickly between Detective Linely and the Precinct just down the road. She didn't want to leave and have the detective fight one against four but at the same time she wanted to be as far from the men as she could.
With the men seemingly squaring each other up Rachael made the first move and dashed from the Detectives side, if she could make it to the precinct they could send some officers to help out. Not that she didn't trust the detective but it was better to be safe. However it seemed she wasn't quick enough and a meaty hand quickly shot out and gripped her arm, pulling her to a halt in a rather painful fashion.
While the man that held her wasn't large he still stood a good few inches over Rachael, the pressure his fat hand put on her arm seeking to demonstrate his superior physical strength. "Don't worry Girly we weren't gonna hurt ya. How bout you just wait right here with me." The man stated with a grin. Despite her efforts Rachael could not rip her arm free, his grip was strong despite his attention being on the other three of his friends and the Detective.
While not much of a fighter Rachael had read somewhere that if violence was inevitable then it was better to strike first and strike hard. As such with the man distracted she stepped forward and drove her knee between his legs, the man let out a howl of pain and Rachael used this as a chance to pull away. Except she didn't get very far, the pain caused the man's grip on her arm to tighten and his face to scrunch in both pain and anger. "You little bitch!" He roared as his other hand balled into a fist and he prepared to bring it down on Rachael's face
Despite the detective's reassurance Rachael still seemed somewhat embarrassed, Spasm had his work cut out for him if he believed he could teach her how to fight. However she looked forward to the training at least, it would likely be an enjoyable activity. As such she eagerly followed the detective as he left the apartment and began to descend the stairs to the ground floor, each time the passed a window Rachael could feel the warm sun as beaming brightly. It felt wonderful.
"Do you not have a car?" Rachael asked as they reached the ground floor and continued on their way to the precinct. She didn't mind the walk, each time they stepped out from the shade the warm sunshine felt great against her skin but she was still curious. Was it common for people in large cities to just walk everywhere?
Despite his reassurance it was obvious his warning had a negative effect on Rachael as she suddenly stiffened and appeared much more alert, her eyes darted across the road and down every alley and side street they passed. A barely noticeable gulp every time they passed a group of three or four guys. "Define occasionally," Rachael eventually managed as she looked down a shady alleyway.
Rachael looked back at Memo as she stepped through the doors, the strange man was immortal? Despite her own accelerated healing and uncommon pigmentation Rachael found that hard to believe, there had to be a limit to what mutations were capable of right? Either way Memo's abilities seemed awfully complicated and more than a little inconvenient, even if he truly did have immortality.
Once she was inside Rachael cast her eyes around the lobby, the place looked rather nice already. A testament to Devon and the others determination to get it tidy. She was momentarily surprised by the sudden appearance of a lady behind the front desk. Perhaps she'd been to preoccupied with examining the interior but Rachael hadn't noticed anyone else in the vicinity. "We get our own rooms?" Rachael asked in surprise. She had kind of expected a dorm setup, with about two to three people in each room.
Rachael could have thanked the Detective until the cows came home, such was the extent of her gratitude. However she was able to eventually calm her excitement and stow the cash into her pockets, there was something more important to focus on. Detective Linely had actually offered her a job! Sure it was likely to be menial paperwork but at this stage Rachael couldn't care less, this was about the best thing to have happened to her in months. "I'll do it," She practically blurted out. She didn't like the idea of being so close to other police officers but without much choice it was an easy decision. "Filing and paperwork sounds easy enough."
There was also the off hand comment about formal education that made Rachael pause, how long had it been now since she attended school? Far too long was the obvious answer but the exact date escaped her. How far behind was she? How different was the education system here in the US? So many concerns danced in Rachael's head about the prospect of going to school again.
"Lets go." At the mention of combat training Rachael suddenly found the floor exceedingly interesting, thoughts of her attempted escape in the park yesterday surfaced in her mind. "Not good." Was her initial reply. "I mean, non existent. I think I did a year of karate when I was like six, didn't like it very much."
Rachael stared at the $60 dollars provided to her in surprise, she'd already been offered a place to stay and though she didn't need it food to eat. To be given money on top of that to buy fresh clothes had Rachael at a loss for words, everything she originally thought about the detective seemed foolish now. "I... I don't know what to say," Was her immediate reply."Apart from thank you I'm lost for words."
Though she couldn't find words to thank the detective Rachael's mind was racing, thoughts on how best to use the $60 buzzed frantically in her mind. Obviously she should go for quantity over quality in this case, a variety of cheap outfits would serve her better than a single more expensive one. She'd be back in square one if that were the case.
There was another thing that the detective mentioned that caught Rachael's attention, something about organising and sorting out paperwork. Was her offering her a job, even if it was just for a day. "Were you asking if I wanted to help you?" She asked to be sure. A little earlier and Rachael may have suspected this was a ploy just to get her to the precinct with no fuss but now, after all he had done for her it was getting difficult to doubt his sincerity. "I'd be glad to help out, though I don't have much experience."
A rather light sleeper the sound of movement from in the apartment stirred Rachael from her sleep, the detective must have woken up. With a groan Rachael sat up in the bed and looked over at the clock, 6:15 am. A little later than she usually woke, though when you usually sleep outside the mixture of car horns and morning sun make it difficult to sleep in. Seemed she had the wrong first impression of the the detective, while it was hard not to compare his actions to kidnapping Rachael didn't mind the end result. Especially since it involved a hot shower.
Excitedly Rachael bounded from the bed and entered the en-suite, never in her life had she expected to be so moved by the sight of a simple shower. Quickly she stripped out of her clothes and threw them to the side before adjusting the temperature. Once she'd finally found the perfect temperature Rachael stepped under the stream and sighed in relief. Bliss, pure bliss. Looking back Rachael wasn't sure how long she simply stood under the relaxing stream of hot water, however she did know that she enjoyed every minute of it.
Once her shower was over and she'd sufficiently dried herself down Rachael returned to her discarded clothes. She'd just about finished dressing when the detective's voice reached her, "Just about." She called back. Once she was finally dressed Rachael stepped out of the en-suite, her skin almost seemed a more vibrant green. Once she caught sight of the detective she couldn't help but chuckle slightly, "You can uncover your eyes now."
Rachael knew the question would come eventually, the detective couldn't just keep calling her 'you' or 'girl' after all. "Rachael," She admitted with little hesitation. She didn't bother with her surname, didn't see the point. None of her family resided within America, in fact the closest member of her family was literally thousands of kilometres away. Ah, she did it again. If she was going to live in this country she'd need to adopt imperial units. Either way, still thousands of miles away.
Still dressed in her tattered old clothes Rachael removed her jacket and placed it in the nearby cupboard. She could hear the silence of the apartment, no television, no footsteps and now quiet whispers from the next room. The detective was asleep. If she wanted to she could probably just walk out the front door right now, only ten minutes ago that was all she could think of doing. She decided against that for now, the detective seemed reasonable enough. She took off her shoes and climbed into the bed. She hadn't noticed before but the mattress was so soft, so comfortable. Rachael fell asleep in no time.
