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...?
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Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Upon seeing Chief wave to him, he waved back, and closed the distance between the two. The students at Xavier's had already been put to work in the Kitchen or on the serving tables. More of the customers had arrived, but he was able to slip past the closely-packed tables to greet Chief.
"Hello Chief, how did Xavier's manage to talk you into this one then?" Linely greeted her, smiling. "Ruth certainly appreciates the help the school is giving us." He nodded at the lady rushing from side to side of the Church, trying to micromanage everything in a passive aggressive sort of way.
Some of the students were giggling and chatting amongst themselves in between tasks, and Joseph happily noticed that the Xavier's kids were interacting with the University students, some of whom had rather obvious mutations. It would certainly help the students to be used to seeing others outside of the school who were able to accept themselves.
A quick hush came upon the scene as Pastor Richardson started talking. "Thank you all for coming, I will now thank God for his provision to us, and then we can get to the service."
Linely and the Church goers bowed their heads in prayer, more than a few of the Xavier's students did the same. Others did not. All were politely silent, perhaps with the odd snigger from a student. "Father God, Thank you for this food and for the fellowship of people gathered here today, we would ask that you bless our humble meal and service to you and bless our conversations today. In Jesus' name, Amen."
"Amen" Joseph echoed the pastor. "Time to get serving." He said to Chief. "Feel free to walk around and have a talk to people. Or follow me and help with the service, there'll be something you can do I'm sure."
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The old TV was playing the football, the smell of coffee granules in the air. Emily was rushing from table to table. Her parents taking in orders left right and centre. Joseph Linely was busy having a hot chocolate, watching the cafe waitress move from place to place. She gave a polite smile at him as she took back another tray of empty cups. This was the life.
A man looked at his smartphone. Simple notification. His face went from the happiness to shock in seconds. "SWITCH TO THE NEWS!" He shouted at Emily, who fumbled with the busy counter to find the remote. Upon switching mid commentary, the TV showed all. A deadly silence from the bustle expanded across the room. Smoke. Ice falling. Destruction.
Some people were whimpering. Emily looked back at Joseph, fear in her eyes. Linely returned a concerned glance. Utopia was already a bad idea, very much a pipe dream of a populist politician. The thing about Populist Politicians was that violence soon followed, always followed. Emily walked to him, tears in her eyes. A flash of horrific realisation crossed Joseph's face.
"My brother...he was supposed to have left around now..." Samuel was going on a simple tour...he remembered that now. She was taking in the words, holding back tears. First the Restaurant and now this? What was the world coming to?
Joseph let her give him a hug, and returned it, doing his best to be of comfort. At least no deaths had been reported... yet. "If these bastards come to NYC we'll catch them, I promise." For all Utopia's posturing they didn't deserve this. Linely knew that this was probably only the beginning. Silence surrounded the two of them, most people there, he could tell, were thinking the same thing.
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Linely wasn't surprised to find the massive arsenal of weaponry on the woman, he may have got soaked, but it was worth it to take her off the street. He read out the extra felonies to the woman as he catalogued the weaponry in his mind.
"So that's possession of three illegal weapons in the 4th degree, specifically possession of an illegal firearm, possession of an illegal bladed weapon and the truncheon. As well as suspicion of possession of a Handgun without a licence, unless you can show that to me. All added to your rap sheet. This is probably enough to put you in prison." Linely spoke in a way that made him sound almost disappointed at her. Withering, not angry, just disappointed.
>> "Back up rounds"
Linely found that in another concealed pocket. " Thanks." He took one look at the bullets "Well that just confirms that your rifle is illegal if it wasn't already. You really should have just shown more common sense than to brandish a weapon at a couple of kids. Get in the car, we're going to the station."
He was prepared to force her back in if that was what was necessary, he was honestly looking forward to being rid of this case. "I'm bringing in an arsenal of weapons. This woman was armed to the teeth. We may need to have a look at other crimes that she could be connected to." He remarked down the radio. A garbled "we'll put someone straight on it" came back down the phone. Looked like it was the MRC's lucky day.
Joseph sighed as he put the last of the chairs in place next to one of the tables. The shadows round his eyes betrayed his slowness. It had been an early morning, the alarm blaring in his head at around 7am. Everything had to be ready, and he'd signed up to do so. All hands were on deck, several students from the local university were already clamoring in the Kitchen. The student worker, Ruth, was already passive aggressively giving everyone their roles, and running about the place. Some of the "diners" had already arrived, looking glad to be close to having their first hot meal in a while. This only seemed to rush her more. Help was on its way at least.
Trinity-Calvin Church had moved up in the world, moving into St John's Church (an underused Anglican building) after much deliberating. Presbyteries could take ages to do the simplest of things, goodness they needed to move out of the School eventually! This meant "good works", as Pastor Richardson put it, were far easier to do though.
Pastor Richardson was currently telling his younger son not to climb on to the tables while Phoebe was busy comforting their daughter who had just bumped into a table edge. Linely went up to the minister, carefully avoiding bumping in to the red-haired child that had run towards the air behind him at a break-neck pace. At least he was learning not to go too fast whilst in doors.
"The students are coming soon I take it? Ruth looks like she needs as much help as she can get." said Joseph, wondering what to expect. Mark had always been really mutant friendly (he always seemed to understand the shame that came with it sometimes...regardless of the situation) even before it was fashionable, and true to form had sent his older son to Xavier's. "Will we be seeing Benjamin today do you think?" Linely was tentative after seeing the Pastor's face at the mention of this name.
"I don't think so Joseph, but I hope one day-"
In came a rush of students, Secondary aged as specified, accompanied by two Chaperones...wait was that who he thought it was coming through the door? Joseph would have recognised the anthropomorphic mantis shrimp anywhere. It was Chief! How on earth had Xavier's persuaded her to do this job? Pastor Richardson quickly walked up to the Chaperones to shake hands and give his thanks, tailed by Joseph and Ruth, the former of which couldn't help but smile at seeing his old friend.
"You must be Jack." The pastor said, putting out his hand to the shrimp lady " Pastor Dr. Mark Richardson. A pleasure to meet you." He appeared completely unphased by Chief's mutation, which even surprised the detective. Even some of the MRC mutants normally had trouble with such an intimidating mutation.
Oh...she was laughing at him now. Well in fairness he had been pretty incompetent thus far. That wasn't going to stop him from doing what he had to do. He proceeded to completely ignore what she was saying and haul her out as fast as he could. Nothing said "I am carrying something I don't want you to find" like suddenly becoming noncompliant the moment a pat-down was suggested.
"We're not getting a do-over. I'm going to find what you're hiding from me and then you're going to have it confiscated and added to your list of charges, of which most are petty for now." He couldn't help but look somewhat amused at what this woman was doing, despite the fact that it was pretty obvious to him that she had some sort of mutation. One that made her immune to his abilities. Meaning that logically she was either psychic or she had some kind of bodily adaptation towards pain, neither of which bothered him particularly.
So now she wasn't being compliant? Well that was annoying. Oh, and he'd forgotten to give the woman a pat down. Considering she could be packing heat, that was a bit of a stupid thing to forget. He was only going to get more wet, but procedure was important. "Right, I need you to get out...I'm giving you a pat down."
There was something... unusual about this woman. Normally he could sense painful memories pretty easily with anyone. She was like a blank slate, while obviously there was the pain of the handcuffs mildly rubbing against her wrists, there was no obvious pain from far back. It was as if her body simply didn't remember it.
"Are you a mutant by any chance?" The question just came out, he couldn't quite explain why. The fact that he'd introduced himself as MRC would have given her a hint already, but she could probably guess there was something off about him now. Aside from the fact that he was getting rather damp as the rain started tumbling down even more.
For someone that had been so resistant before, Linely was surprised to see this woman comply entirely with him. He frog marched her towards the police car whilst reading her the appropriate rights. "Please get in, and don't try any of that movie style kicking me in the crotch nonsense, believe me when I say you won't get far." Before getting in the car himself, it was time to warn the radio officers of exactly what he was bringing in.
"I'm bringing in one female suspect, she's a bit grouchy." He paused a bit "Suspect is called ..." He paused. He hadn't actually asked. "What's your name? We need to make sure you're not some kind of dangerous super criminal, we have quite a few around NYC as you might imagine." There was an edge of casual conversation to his question, even humor, though Linely doubted that this woman would get it at a time like this.
Linely watched as Emily fumbled with her purse and found the card she was looking for. She was always so kind, even in the worst of circumstances. "Well, I suppose I'll see you there if you apply, we're always looking for new people there..." she quietly spoke, now getting all self conscious about speaking to a total stranger.
Ellis wanted to be told where to go, Linely should have mentioned that. "Just speak to Officer Forsyth over there, you can't miss him, he's the one with the distinctly feline eyes." The MRC had sent operatives, this was an unusual case, and mutant involvement couldn't be ruled out yet.
"Well Emily, looks like it's back to mine for coffee, sorry you didn't get dessert." He smiled. Emily smiled at this, she was trembling slightly, her hazel eyes filled with tears. Linely often had to remember that he was used to this type of thing, she really wasn't. "Coffee would be great" she mumbled to him eventually. He took her in his arms and let her cry into his shoulder. "It's going to be OK, I'm safe, you're safe and there isn't anything to worry about" at least at that moment there wasn't. He awkwardly pat her on the back."Now, let's answer the questions so we can get out of here." It was now late at night, the autumn chill setting in. Doubtless there would be plenty of headlines over this. Now all they needed was another attack-particularly if it was one provably by mutants, and the warfare would start all over again. Linely hoped and prayed that wouldn't happen.
With Emily chatting to Ellis about how awful it was , Linely was able to properly chat with the fellow police officers "It was a simple thing really, gunfight broke out, calmed for a bit then fired up again. I got the civilian who called the police out of the building before it started and then around half way through the gunshots...boom. My guess that it was a 3rd party, rather than either of the mobster groups. Even mobsters know not to make explosions happen in the place where they're having a gunfight." The officers nodded in agreement.
"My guess is that someone wanted to send a message. But honestly, who would want to do that?" One of the officers piped up. This wasn't typical of human supremacists as the mobsters weren't mutants, this was too conventional to be Judgement Day (who would have used a mutation of some kind and besides were mostly a dead duck now) , and there hadn't been other mutant supremacists of any organised strength active in some time. Ragnorok could have done it in their hey day, but even they wouldn't involve themselves in senseless, untargetted violence. Would they?
Meanwhile Emily started speaking awkwardly to the alien mutant "So... what are you going to do now you've lost your job? I mean my parents have an opening at our coffee shop. We're not involved with any criminals and we're very mutant friendly...it's in our blood so to speak." She kinda blushed, recognising this was probably not the thing that this guy wanted to hear right now.
Linely walked up to Emily after the discussions about motivation were over. "Well, we're no closer to finding out who did this, but we're putting it out to the papers that we think that this was another mob who somehow got access to C4. We're free to go after you've answered some questions" directing this statement at Emily, he then turned to the alien. "As for you Ellis, you just need to have the statement dictated onto paper and then you're free as well."
Devon's hand on his shoulder was of vague comfort, it was at least nice to know that someone understood what the situation was like there. Sam seemed more interested in being civil, which was fair enough, but honestly when such divisive nonsense was spouted by people claiming to have mutants best interests at heart, it couldn't be ignored.
>> "The political climate hasn't been easy on our kind in the past"
Linely responded in a slow quietened voice. Keeping his voice low this time. "And that's why you'll move backwards not forwards-you cling to the past and ignore the present, much less the future. You've clearly learned nothing from what has happened over the years. Mutant, non-mutant, they are all humans. Treating each other as "our kind" and "their kind" does nothing but cause division"
He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as Lauren went away. Just another passing mutant with a chip on her shoulder about humans, thinking the world owed them something. Non-mutants had made mistakes, and Linely had no issue with causing vast amounts of pain to the supremacist side of that politics, but Utopia took things too far. It had been done before with different groups,all consumed by this nostalgic vision of a single homogeneous group ruling a nation. It never worked.
"Cafas?" He certainly recognised the name, one of the X-Men, metal manipulation if he remembered correctly. "I've never met him, but he certainly has a reputation."He'd certainly helped the police force a few times."
Linely laughed at Devon's remark about the content of his drinks. "More for myself and Sam then" he joked, filling Sam's glass to the brim. "They're pretty good and all." He'd had quite a few now-to many more and he wouldn't be able to sober up properly. He would transition to water in the next two... or three rounds.
So his mutation was useless aside from odd appearance, well, that was a pity but not altogether unexpected. Not everybody could make use of mutations that they had, Rachael the plant-mutant was a typical case and point.
"I'm afraid I doubt it was simple as a coincidence, in the police force you learn there isn't such a thing as a coincidence." This was probably not what E.T wanted to hear, but it had to be said. Didn't he mean concrete? "Cement" was not particularly hard when it wa am finished with you though." Sirens blared. Blue lights. Linely turned around to face them. Cement was wet... probably some American coloquialism he hadn't heard before.
"Very good, please stick around until told otherwise Ellis . Emily was in one of the cars, and she rushed to him. She'd been crying... she looked awfully relieved to see him though. She must have heard the explosion from where she called the police from...and assumed the worst.
She got out of the car. She rushed towards him... this was going to be a little embarrassed, but given how scared she was, it was not unreasonable. Still he was not quite prepared for the sheer strength of the hug that she forced upon him as she practically leaped on him.
"Oh Joe you're alive, I heard the explosion, when the police came they picked me up and I told them that you were there and I was so worried and-" it became sobbing pretty quickly. Right into his shoulder. "Emily, I'm OK. y colleagues are going to ask you and I a few questions, after all we are witnesses." He returned a gentler hug, and she relaxed.
Eventually she let go, seemed to compose herself. She blushed once again , and joined the throng of witnesses to be questioned by the police. Obviously she had nothing to do with this, but routine was necessary.
Some of the officers were already looking at this scene with considerable looks of amusement on their faces. Too professional to actually tease until they were in the precinct, but Linely could tell he was in for some very crude banter. She was just worried about him, nothing more.
Linely walked towards the rest of the officers "Looks like we have a few mobsters to take off our database now" he remarked. "A shame really, they did very good food as well." Linely didn't know whether the mobsters actually owned the place, but it was a good bet.
Turning around, he could see that Emily was beginning to talk with the Alien man. What about? He didn't know. But small talk was probably necessary under the circumstances.
The air turned obviously colder, Sam was clearly trying to tell him something, and the look his girlfriend was giving him was absolutely filthy! As Sam passed a whiskey to the police officer , he realised he'd perhaps been a little too harsh on the PR woman. Everyone was thinking the same thing though, he was just telling it how it was. He felt that vanilla humans could do more, but declaring them all to be disgraceful individuals by making "mutant-exclusive clubs" was just as bad as the Church of Humanity or Birdhunters.
"Heh, I could use one, you're right Sam." he spoke quietly, toning it down a little for the sake of his other company. He downed it like a shot, and quickly poured himself another. Clearly Sam and Juiliette needed to hear more about Utopia to properly figure out that it wasn't what anyone with ties to the police force should be supporting. They'd spent far too much time trying to unite mutants and non-mutants for some fanatics to try and segregate the two communities deliberately.
Devon had arrived, and asked a sensible question about what the weather would be like in Antartica. Linely nodded back at him, again noticing that he'd created a degree of tension. He failed to avoid snorting as the PR woman managed to get Devon and Sam's names wrong for the upteenth time. >> "But yes, unfortunately Utopia is exclusively for mutants. We're hoping that it will promote a healthy environment for the next generation to grow up in-...where they don't have to deal with the same predjudices... it's going to be wonderful."
It started off with just mundane things, but that comment... Was like being stung by a wasp. Every attempt to justify it was salt in the wounds. He felt his temper snap as she finished. Images of the cases he'd had to work with in the MRC echoed in his mind as he gave the prompted for comment.
" So you're creating this Utopia for our "kin" By keeping them away from all the filthy humans that do nothing but discriminate against Mutants. It's not as if Mutants have ordinary parents, or children, or siblings or spouses? It's not as if mutants have killed humans, often in brutal fashion. It's not as if mutants are now supported in pretty much every field of life is it? When you have to explain to a child why their family were butchered in their homes by a rat-shifting mutant, or tell a mutant parent why their non-mutant daughter isn't coming home because of some lowlife who thought she was fair game because she was different, then you can talk to me about how hard done by mutants are. You people are a disgrace to mutants!" He realised that he had got louder as he'd said this, to the point that he was shouting at Lauren. Other tables were looking at him. He fell silent.
"...I'll pour myself another drink" he spoke quietly after a long pause. Probably best to say very little after that. He'd said his piece. He downed another shot of whiskey and poured himself another. Drink was probably the best solution for this.
"Frankly neither did I, here I was trying to have a nice time with a good friend of mine, and in come the mobsters..." Emily was his friend now? Well, that's how it appeared at least. She was such a nice young lady, always smiling when she saw him. She was so shy around him though, and this had been their first proper meeting outside of Church or her parents Cafe. Well, that plan had been ruined. He hoped he could arrange another meal without mobsters bothering it. She was such a friendly young lady...
Back to the situation at hand, "Do you have any enhanced senses that your mutation gives you?" Only the MRC generally asked that question, he doubted this fellow was particularly interesting though. His name was amusing though "Ellis Thompson... E.T ... how apt"he joked. This situation needed a bit of lightening.
"How long have you worked for this restaurant?" Obvious questions, but they needed to establish contexts as much as possible. Most likely this guy would be sent on his way once they'd interviewed everybody. Linely took down Ellis' responses on his phone-the memo function was so useful on a smartphone, particularly when good recording equipement wasn't available.
"How would you describe your relationship with this restaurant? I have to ask everybody this question. Would anyone want to harm the people working here?" Again standard questions, hopefully E.T could give some information of use.
"Other police officers will be here shortly, they will ask you for contact details if we need to reach you for whatever reason" Yeah, that wasn't going to happen, this guy was just your run of the mill dishwasher.
>> "I think if you let me go on, you'd find it to be to your liking"
Linely smiled in a fashion that showed he was totally unconvinced. "I've seen Mr Jaager's speeches, and met the man personally. When I say that I have little interest in what he says I mean it. Utopia will cause unnecessary division, mutants need to learn to co-exist with humans. It's as simple as that." He had ranted a bit there, but he had no patience for stupid PR tomfoolery.
"But do tell how you're going to change the world and make it a better place then fail to deliver, I'd positively love to hear about it. You won't tell me about the last part though, that's what happens after you get the chance to fail." He was being slightly rude here, but politeness wasn't wholly his strong point.
He put his hands behind his head and leant back on his chair. "You two can go on ahead with some questions if you like, I'm sure Utopia needs to fail to convince other mutants as well." Manners had gone out the window at this point. "I should be interested to hear what these two have to say and how you will respond." The edge to his voice was all that most would need to hear, the tone was almost threatening.
