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.
Ouch. Neither fortunately fell prone as Linely ran into the helpful stranger. Slightly winded , he winced at the pain from the accident though. What on earth had happened? The air felt cold, and appeared to be emanating from...this stranger. The pillar of ice had completely disabled the suspect. He was flash-frozen. Linely looked at the stranger again... straight in the eyes.
"I thought you were going to be in trouble there...I didn't quite realise you could do that" Linely half gasped. "PD Joseph Linely, also known as Spasm" he offered a hand to the mutant. "May I have the pleasure of knowing who just saved our collective backsides?". This guy was a powerful mutant clearly. He might just be able to help in regard to a friend as well.
Spasm stuttered to a halt as he came upon the scene- and it was quite a scene. The man had been stopped, just in time too, by a passerby no less. He was on the ground, reeling from the attack but still conscious.
"Well done sir! , now I suggest you take a stand back-the guy's a mutant...I think". The suspect was laughing hysterically, his eyes were red, not normal at all. This was really disconcerting , even to someone experienced with such things such as PD Linely. The squad encircled the suspect.
"Sir, you are under arrest for drugs trafficking and assaulting a police officer, you have the right to remain silent..." he was interrupted by the man letting out a loud, deep scream and rush towards the guy that downed him's direction, foaming at the mouth and totally out of his mind.
This was not good. Spasm instinctively tried to reach for the pain the suspect could be feeling...it was taking longer than usual. He was about to collide with the helpful civilian. This was not good at all.
Her thanks came very quickly. Linely smiled "It's really not a problem, I have more than enough to provide for myself" . The teenager looked like one of those old cartoons when the characters got dollar signs in her eyes. He waited for her to recover, then came her next question.
"Yes, and don't worry about experience-it's not going to be that task-heavy. Oh, just in case that anyone might think you're waiting to be processed, try to stick around me. If the worst comes to the worst say that you're with PD Linely, no-one will look twice, a 15 year old mutant intern in the MRC is not uncommon. It'll mostly be filing, which anyone can do, but it's better to have the officers out in the protests than having to deal with admin. We also have to sort out getting you into formal education-helping out with me will give some breathing space. "
The police were stretched really thin, and any help he could get would be taken. The rogue METAs hadn't helped either. He could teach her self defence as well, many experienced officers would be more than happy to help her learn to shoot. This would be for their mutual benefit. He smiled again, and turned to leave Rachel's room.
"Shall we head off then? By the way, I think I know the answer to this, but how is your combat training? I mean, we haven't had an attack on the precinct for a while but it does happen from time to time."
Linely noticed the ionised gas emanating from her body.He knew his chemistry-this stuff was pretty dangerous if not handled properly. She was definitely a mutant. The purple tinge in her eyes as she looked up at him was somewhat of a giveaway as well-though that could have been just some strange out-of-state fashion.
"We all start out as newcomers at some point" Linely's extremely rp British accent was a dead giveaway that he wasn't originally from NYC either. "but being part of the Mutant Related Crimes precinct, I've dealt with sheep-shifters before, and it's pretty obvious that isn't your mutation" A bad pun. Cringe worthy in fact. Still he hoped it went down well.
Yes, she was that lady, the assessment hadn't been fully completed yet, the MRC division would still want a demonstration of her mutation, under controlled conditions. Her CV however was rather impressive.from what he'd been told. He'd only seen her in passing, and he wasn't part of the assessment team. She could even be his police partner , he was in need of one , the bigwigs had decided. "I was about to say, you're applying for a position in the police aren't you?" He offered his hand. "PD Joseph Linely-also known as Spasm".
Linely slowly lifted his hand from his face. Rachel was standing there with a look of teenage amusement on her face. She was even more green than before. Yep, definitely a plant mutation , the water would have done her the world of good. She was probably feeling more comfortable than she had felt in a while.
"Now, I'm going to have to go to the precinct for my next assignment, I've been looking for someone to help with the paperwork-it's a menial job, but it will earn you some money. I work with the Mutant Related Crimes division, so don't worry, there are people that look far more unsusual than you do." He remembered working with one Caleb Swartz, part man, part cat on a case a few months ago. Now HE was a visible mutant. "I'm hoping to contact Xavier's school this afternoon.." Unfortunately Xavier's could be difficult to contact without knowing one of the X-Men. He was sure one of the people at the precinct would know though. With this he pulled out his wallet, and produced $60 from it.
"This is so you can get some clothing, I daresay you probably haven't had the chance to change since you arrived in the USA. It might also help with the "homeless child" thing you've got going here. As I said before, you can stay as long as you want to. I own this flat so you don't have to worry about rent." He waited on her response, he DID need to go soon, but it was best that she didn't feel rushed, and the sooner she could get back on her feet, the better.
>>"Criminals and their nasty injuries, detectives and their terrible puns" "I admit, that one was bad-I better throw it out before the rest of my sense of humor goes off." Linely riposted to Swartz's humor. This guy was great, he just hoped that Swartz was as good at fighting as he was at off-beat humor. Their Rottweiler companion joined them after that, its heavy body landing in the sewers with a loud splash. Fortunately, both officers had had the common sense to step back.
>>"This way" Linely walked in the direction of the Rottweiler's assured gait. Happy that someone had the nose to track this scum. The sewer was dark. Despite the light from the detective's torch, it was difficult to make out shapes until they were right on top of them. The dog was fortunately quite close to them, Linely had been able to shout out a warning in time."Careful there, dog!" Broken glass. The lights in this part of the Sewer, mainly put there for workers, had been crudely torn out , tooth marks on the metal parts evidencing the method. Shards, yellow and very sharp, covered the floor. An obstruction to dogs. Clever move Johnson.
"We need to be careful here Swartz...there's evidence of further power growth here". The rat had planned for this. Something was moving in the sewers , like a wing beat. How could that be possible?
"Swartz. Did I mention. This fellow has the ability to speak in basic concepts to the species Rodentia , he can train them that way. You know the sort, mice, rats and..." His voice was higher than normal, and he couldn't conceal the fear tinging the tone of his voice. The flapping of wings was louder now, there was definitely more than one. He hated bats at the best of times , and these ones were big.
Spasm woke to the sound of his alarm. 6am. The events of last night had been interesting to say the least. His room was less bare than most of the rest of the house, a wardrobe, cupboard , a couple of tasteful landscapes adorning the walls, he liked to be visually stimulated in his room. He showered in his en suite, refreshing on a reasonably warm day like today was,and quickly moved to his wardrobe. He was soon dressed in his work plain clothes. "No rest for the wicked" he muttered to himself.
He swung his door open, moved to the Kitchen, deciding not to have a cooked breakfast this morning, instead opting for cereal. Just standard stuff-not much sugar but the fiber would do him good. He wolfed this down, and turned on the news. More protests. More difficulties. He would have to get down to the precinct soon. First though, he would need to check on his guest.
He opened the door to Rachel's room. Carefully covering his eyes with his hand just in case he caught her in a compromising position. Had he heard the shower going when he was having breakfast? "Are you decent?" he called to the room, tentatively taking a step into her room.
PD Linely was waiting at the airport, sniffer dogs were with them. They would be arriving soon. Four police officers had been assigned to him, they looked pretty new to it. One was practically quaking in his boots. The airport was clean, crowds of people were now going to various destinations. They were in the arrivals zone for the UK. A "vanilla human" smuggler he had been told. He was merely supervising as a formality. "First assignment?" He asked the most nervous looking of his subordinates. It was always pretty nerve-wracking, and everyone remembers their first one. "Yeah" "Don't worry, you're going to be fine." The dogs were picking up a scent , quickly, his fellows moved into action following the dogs' noses. Spasm followed up behind, prepared to use his power on the target, should it be necessary. He wouldn't want to have to fill in the paperwork. They soon reached what was making the scent, a middle-aged man in a well kept pinstripe suit. He let the officers arrest him-handcuffed without an issue, and his brown suitcase seized. He looked awfully calm for someone who was about to be arrested. Almost too calm... Linely was a good way away but he still turned away from the suspect so he could speak in relative privacy. "All units be cautious, suspect is exhibiting unusual behavior-" Then a loud shattering sound, cries of his fellow officers . Crowds screaming then. Turning around, Spasm saw dust, his comerades alive but knocked down, and the man running away. Too far away to use his power. He would have to give chase. "Somebody stop that man" He shouted to the nearby people, then down the radio "I am in pursuit of suspect, pin-striped suit, middle aged man, down airport-suspect mutant abilities, exercise extreme caution". He then ran as fast as he could in the suspect's direction.
Another protest, another call for Linely, another dispersal, another day at work. At least that's what Spasm thought walking home from today's work. Time Square was a favorite for protests, and this one had been quite nasty. No wonder there was more traffic than usual. People tended to straighten up when they saw the uniform though-and he was in uniform this time.
Then-a woman standing on the corner, she looked a little puzzled-perhaps lost. She probably wasn't from around here.There wasn't much in the way of crime going on, but you always had to be on the lookout for pickpokets and whatnot. No matter where you go, Police Officers are often the most helpful when asking for directions. He approached the woman , "if you're going to dress like a typical cop, you might as well behave like one" he mumbled to himself.
He smiled at the woman "Hello there Ma'm , you look a little lost, anything I can help with?"-hang on. He'd seen this woman at the precinct before-was she applying for a job in the NYPD?
So she didn't need to eat? Seemed like that was a plant mutation, given her green skin, his basic knowledge of biology implied that it was. Still, it was none of his business. "Not a problem, and as I said before you can stay here for as long as you like. Just as an aside, I don't think you've ever told me your name?"
Spasm made the bed quickly and efficiently. "The bed's ready for you now". He then went to his kitchen, poured himself a glass of water, and went to his room. He changed into his sleepwear, knelt down and began to pray in his nightly routine. First came thanksgiving, repentance, prayers for the girl and his colleagues, finally himself. "I ask for all of this in Jesus' name. Amen." He then settled down in his bed, and went to sleep.
She gulped it down. She wanted more...gosh this girl was thirsty for water, even for someone who had endured such a painful attack. "Sure" he walked to the sink again, poured another glass and returned it to her. His guess is that would go down quickly as well...
"Of course there are some people you can't help-I'm a cop, I've had that situation before. In your case however, I can and will help you, despite the fact you didn't want it". Typical teenager, old beyond her years-then again she sounded just like his sister, lecturing people on subjects that the person in question knew more about.
She was staying the night, he smiled at this "I'll get your bed properly prepared then, sorry that it wasn't sorted before...I did kinda have my hands full" He smiled still more at his own bad joke. "By the way, you can change the channel if you want-I don't much like the financials. It's all voodoo anyway."
Her final sentence confused him-no meals? Most mutants he knew had to keep eating to keep up with their mutations. "No meals? Not meaning to pry but...Is that anything to do with your mutation?" he spoke curiously, not sure what to expect. He then looked at the time again. 2am. "Also looking at the time, I think it's best we both get some rest. Once I've made your bed, my room is opposite yours if you need anything." He then walked into her room and started sorting the bedclothes.
Swartz looked like he had the manhole dealt with, and with some effort, had taken it off while Spasm had monologued. Should have helped him with that, still he didn't look too upset about it. Spasm gave an apologetic look at Swartz as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, and then began his descent. Fortunately the manhole had wrungs on the side of it. Some of these sewer entrances needed a rope lift. The closest sewer entrance being this convenient to the rat? Now that was suspicious.
The shifter was curious about his abilities...awfully curious. He responded as he was going down the hatch, his voice was now echoing slightly as he descended."Well Swartz, . I can't tell the context in which it happens, but I know how much pain there was, where it was on the body,and how long ago. I then have the choice as to pull it to the surface muscle memory. I have to turn it on towards my subject in terms of how passive it is, one person doesn't take that much in the way of concentration. Two is a bit of a strain, three is a lot. I also feel half the pain I cause to others to remember. They might recall how they suffered the pain, but I've never really had the opportunity to ask."
He was now on the sewer floor-a bit wet, but he'd brought sturdy boots. The Shifter would have to guide him from here. Now came the question about the rat-"Quite crippling, unsurprisingly he's suffered a few nasty injuries in his criminal career. Not enough for him to be completely disabled mind, and he fights like a... caged rat." He smiled at this unintentional pun.
Swartz was now around half way down, the base of his tail now almost recovered from being... foofed. Spasm wondered what that was about? Probably best not to ask. Spasm turned on his torch and looked round. Two ways. Left or right. He heard the light splash of his partner stepping from the ladder into the sewer floor.
."Water, please" came the reply. Good-she'd calmed down, considering the circumstances he was surprised, but didn't show it. He didn't blame her for flinching away, considering he'd used the whole hog on her. He walked to his kitchen annex, picking out a clear glass, not expensive but certainly well kept. He promptly filled it from the cold tap, turning round he saw she'd moved to the sofa.
She turned to him from the TV-unsurprising that an Australian wouldn't know that much about the situation in NYC at the moment. First she apologised, and then her question "Why help me"....why indeed, he had three siblings, and his younger sister was around her age. To think of her in that situation, alone and lost...a mutant as well...it was unbearable. However his response didn't reflect that.
"No need to apologise, I was the one who used one of the most powerful attacks my power can do and then brought you to my home" Then answering her question. "Sometimes , we have to look out for people, even if they don't want our help" he paused..."Sorry that sounded very corny didn't it? I figured the safest place for you was with me, rather than on the streets. Finding Xavier's alone is difficult for most mutants. Goodness knows what would be done to an unconscious teenage girl...though I was mostly responsible for that" He looked down ,ashamed. He then continued in a kindly, genuine fashion.
"You can stay here for as long as you like, have hot shower-the room you have has an en-suite, and meals. Then I can put you in contact with Xavier's school as soon as I can. What do you say to that?"
Spasm woke with a start-...what was the time? "What the?". Damn nightmares...he must have dozed off during the news....His keys were locked on his belt... good, he hadn't lost them...wait- the green girl was peering through the door. Wouldn't have seen her , save for the fact that his eyes were searching the room, as one does when waking suddenly. "Young Lady, please, I really just want to help." Time 1:35.
Regaining his composure, "Look, I wasn't sure when you were going to wake up, and I know you must be pretty scared now, but I took you in. Least I could do after losing my temper like that." They were in his lounge , with the Kitchen annex-the local news was reporting on...protests. What else? "I think we need to have a sit down and talk". He quickly sat upright on the sofa, and offered her a seat.
"To start with, I might as well say that you can stay as long as you want. The people I wanted to put you in contact with were Xavier's school, designed for young mutants, and accepting of all. You don't have to make a decision yet. Now, can I get you a glass of water? Cup of tea ?" He walked to the door and opened it, smiling in a friendly, albeit tired way.
Thanks for the welcomes, I should mention though-it's Boston, UK rather than Boston USA, as with many names in America, the original was in England. I still look forward to meeting all your characters IC
