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.
The shower head stopped it's down pour and the sliding glass door opened up as Dominic stepped out into the steam filled bathroom. His hand wiped across the fogged mirror to clear the glass so that he could gaze at his reflection. He twisted his body, did a little spin to make sure everything was good. Then he paused standing straight ahead again, grinning as he moved his pecs up and down. "Yeeeeeeaahh, That's what I'm talking about." he nodded satisfied with the slight muscle mass that had been added to his body thanks to the training sessions. He finished up his grooming. His shaving, , applying some deodorant, brushing his teeth, taking the clippers to trim his hair and slapping some gel in there to style it up a bit. Once he was finished in the bathroom, the blonde walked into his room and went over to his drawer, which was freakishly organized for a 17 year old boy. Organized by color, clothing article, and the brand. He pulled open the first drawer to grab a pair of black boxer briefs and slipped them on. Then to the closet to slip on a pair of fitting Banana Republic jeans, pulled on a fitting collared pink shirt, and put on a pair of white K-swiss with pink laces.
"So fresh and so clean, clean." he smiled checking himself out in the mirror and grabbed a pair of Gucci shades to slip over his eyes. He was in a good mood for some reason. No work, no training, no classes, just a free day to do whatever he wanted. And...he glanced at his finger nails....they were looking kind of rough. Perhaps it was time he slipped off for a pedicure. Hopefully not running into Sam or him finding out because he'd never hear the end of the gay jokes. Just because Dominic liked to keep his appearance up to par, enjoyed cooking, was organized and clean, and had a subscription on Martha Stewart's magazine and had her shows tivoed, it didn't make him a homosexual. Especially since in his bottom drawer hidden under the Martha magazines where his stash of Maxims, Playboys, and porn.
Walking over, he tapped the button of his Macbook as music began blasting from the speakers...
"All the single ladies (7x) Now put your hands up! woo oh ooh oh oh ooh oh oh ooh Cuz if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it! If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it! Don’t be mad once you see that he want it! If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it!
wo oh ooh oh oh ooh oh oh ooh oh oh oh!!! "
And he knew the whole dance routine to the music video and he did danced the hell out of it. Even when his door was cracked open for anyone to view his performance.
Alexandra yawned slightly as she got out of her room, a book in one hand, a bottle of water in the other. Still reading, the molecule manipulator sipped some water as her legs carried her across the hall. Besides the fact that that she was wearing too much pink, she was pretty much feeling fantastic. Training was getting better and better, paperwork at the Infirmary was finished which meant more free time for her (at least for a week) and, oh well, things with Sam were getting better as well.
As she was getting to the stairs, music reached her ears. The molecule manipulator stopped, an eyebrow arching as she looked to the sides, trying to determine if the sound came from the boys’ or the girls’ wing. Although her first thought was directed to the girls, on a closer inspection she convinced herself that the music came from the boys’ side of the building. Which male is actually listening Beyonce?
With a curious look upon her face, Alexandra closed her book and instead of going downstairs, entered the boys’ wing. The sound was easy to be located, of course, but the increasing number of persons sitting by Dom’s door, giggling and elbowing each other was hard to miss. “Dom.” she muttered as a sigh left her lips. What was he doing this time?
Lowering her shoulders, Alexandra walked over and stopped behind the group that was enjoying Dom’s performance… Her eyes slid past the spectators, searching for Dom…
… he was dancing…
Hell, Beyonce was nothing next to him.
The urge to enjoy the show as well was tempting but a few seconds later, the molecule manipulator's eyes trailed back to the group. And she cleared her throat, loud enough for them to hear. Bodies straightened immediately and turned around to face her, laughing stopping as their eyes met hers. Yeah, being older and part of the X Team usually worked wonders around the Mansion. “Show’s over.” Alexandra announced as she gestured them to take their leave. With ‘oooh’, ‘awww’ and pouts upon their lovely faces, the kids left, leaving the molecule manipulator alone.
Taking a deep breath, Alexandra moved closer to Dom’s door, one hand pushing it open as she leaned against the door frame. Arms were folded in front of her as she waited for Dom to notice her presence, if he hadn’t done it already.
"Don’t treat me to the things of this world! I’m not that kind of girl! Your love is what I prefer, what I deserve! Is a man that makes me, then takes me-AHHHH!!!!" the boy screamed in the middle of his singing as he spun around during the dance and noticed Alex in the door way. He scrambled back over to his desk and slammed the pause key in iTunes cause the music to cease. He gathered himself and crossed his arms over his chest. He tried leaning back on his chair to look macho and cool. Unfortunately gravity had other plans and he missed the chair completely falling over with a loud thud and an audible 'Oof!' He had a pretty good streak of not making a completely fool of himself and it seemed today that the streak would end. He sighed sitting back up on his butt and looked back at Alex scratching the back of his head nervously.
"So...what's up? Heh....we match." he smiled noticing her outfit contained pink as well. He brought his hands down, but not without noticing the chip at the end of his right ring finger. "Damn, I broke a nail..." he cursed then returned to starting at Alexandra. "...How long were you standing there?" he asked.
Dom was also singing… about him not being that type of girl… while shaking his behind as if there was no tomorrow.
Alexandra fought with herself to keep her face straight. Dom hadn’t noticed her until he was in the middle of a spin. Half of a smile appeared on her lips as he rushed to stop the music… then turned into a full smile as his macho attitude ended with him falling over. “You okay?” She asked barely containing a laugh.
"So...what's up? Heh....we match."
Blue eyes traveled from Dom to her shirt then to Dom’s pink laces. About that… Alexandra took a deep breath as she locked eyes with his.
"Damn, I broke a nail..."
Insert roll of eyes here. Did Dom just say that? Don’t tell that when you’re standing next to Sam. He might want to chop off your fingers.
"...How long were you standing there?"
An eyebrow was arched in Dom’s direction. She was concerned about the amount of people that had seen him rather than just how much of his routine she had seen. “A while.” she said. Alexandra took another deep breath as her arms were unfolded. “Dom… seriously now… you need a girl.” Because with a girl, he wouldn’t have that much of a free time to bother about breaking a nail.
Awhile, eh? That sort of made him blush a little. He should be used to making a fool out of himself in front of Alexandra by now...it was like his curse to entertain her with his misfortune. What she said next really threw him for a loop. He didn't just need a girl...he seriously needed one. So she said...even thought it might have been true and possibly the only way he could redeem himself. Getting caught singing and dancing to Beyonce was a serious blow to this manliness. Whatever ounce of it that had remained after Sam discovered the Dixie Chicks on his ipod.
"What makes you think I need a girlfriend? Maybe I like being single." he protested.
"I know I'm not as brawny and manly as my bro, alright? He's good at combating the bad guys, I'm good at combating tough to get out stains from the laundry. Not to mention I bake a mean strawberry soufflé. I got the recipe off of Martha Stewart's website along with some other things. I also got some recipes for other dishes and some decorating tips I want to try out for this holiday. Oh my god Alex, the table spread for Thanksgiving and Christmas is going to be fabulous! " he shouted clapping his hands together and letting out a small giggle. Then he blinked after listening to himself. A sigh escaped his lips and he looked up at Circe with a defeated look.
"Alright, so maybe some female companionship would do me some good. Just, don't tell Sam about what you saw..."
Alexandra listened Dom quietly, only her shoulders lowering slightly at the mentioning of Martha Stewart’s name and just how fabulous the Thanksgiving and Christmas table would be.
“…”
Words refused to come out of her mouth. The molecule manipulator cleared her throat. Air was inhaled in a larger dose than usual as she stepped inside Dom’s room and closed the door behind her. She walked over to Dom and seated herself on the floor next to him, carefully placing her book and bottle of water to the side. Blinking a few times, Alexandra turned her head toward Dom, blue eyes locking on the teen’s face.
“Dom… no one’s asking you to be like your brother… really.” Bending her knees slightly, she placed her elbow on top of one and let her head rest on her hand as she continued to look at Dom. “I like you being Dom, not Sam Junior… I like that you know how to cook… hell, you can even teach Sam a thing or two about cooking…” she added, a smile making its appearance on her lips as she winked at the younger boy. “But you know, sharing all these things you know with someone else makes them more interesting.” Aaand gives you something else to do than worrying about decorating the Christmas table.
Air left her lungs as she straightened herself up. “And what do you mean - if I don’t tell Sam what I saw?” Lips were pursed together as she tried to contain a smile. “Just how many times I told Sam about what you do?” An eyebrow arched in Dom’s direction as she continued to watch him.
>>“Dom… no one’s asking you to be like your brother… really.”
She said that, but the younger Johnson sibling thought otherwise. One of the leaders of the X-men, a teacher and a hero. There was no denying that Sam had a reputation at the mansion. Dominic already felt intimidated by the fact that he first saw his older sibling on TELEVISION for crying out loud. So throw a bit of celebrity status onto that little rep as well. And as Cold Steel's little brother, he couldn't help but feel that he was being judged. Could he measure up to Sam? Pfft. Probably never. Probably why he doesn't even try anymore. Big bro was a hero, little bro was a creampuff who tivos Oprah. Yeah.
>>“I like you being Dom, not Sam Junior… I like that you know how to cook… hell, you can even teach Sam a thing or two about cooking…”
So true. Sam might have the upper hand in combat and bad-assery, but his food was bland compared to Dominic's. Maybe if he learned to use the right spices because a little saffron could go a long way. Seriously. Of course, if Dom even tried to drag Sam in the kitchen for a cooking lesson, the feral mutant was afraid he'd be dragged to the infirmary after being knocked out by an iced fist.
>>“But you know, sharing all these things you know with someone else makes them more interesting.”
"...I don't get that logic. If by someone special you mean a girlfriend, they'd either insult me by trying to teach them how to fix their cooking and cleaning habits or they'll think I'm gay." Dominic replied bluntly. "Then again, you'd think they'd be grateful to have a guy who knows those things. Who can cook a nice meal or clean the house? It's not just woman's work! A man should know how to take care of a house too.
>>“And what do you mean - if I don’t tell Sam what I saw? Just how many times I told Sam about what you do?”
"I dunno. I mean, it's obvious I'm not exactly the brother he'd like to have. I screw up a lot and I my eyes get watery after watching Titanic. Me dancing and singing to Beyonce' wouldn't go over well at all. Besides, I don't know exactly if you guys talk about me or not. Probably too busy with snoo snoo." he shrugged and glanced back at her.
"I dunno what he really thinks about me. He's the only family I have left. He's doubly as my older brother/ guardian/father figure kind of. I just want to make him proud, but I feel like a flop. Maybe I should just, I dunno...leave..." the thought about doing so had crossed his mind many times. Perhaps this hero stuff wasn't cut out for him.
Too busy with snoo snoo? For God’s sake she and Sam didn’t do anything else but kiss and hug. If they slept next to each other did that automatically mean that they were having snoo snoo?
Errr.
“Aaaa.”
Errr.
“Dom.”
Blink. Blink.
“First of all. I’m going to be sincere here. Stop mentioning me having snoo snoo with your brother. It’s embarrassing for me. And… we didn’t do… anything like that. No matter what you heard”
Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment. Her throat was dry from saying those things out loud. Alexandra cleared her throat, blue eyes becoming sharper, face turning deadly serious.
“And second. If I hear you saying that you want to leave ever again you can forget about Sam kicking your ass. I’m gonna do that. And, trust me, I can be worse than him.”
The molecule manipulator jumped up, her hand extending toward Dom. “You know what, forget what I said before. You don’t need anyone. I like Dom being Dom. Sam loves you but maybe he’s using the wrong way to show it.” Alexandra shrugged as she finished speaking. Fingers moved slightly motioning Dom to get up. “You enjoy dancing to Beyonce? Come on, I’ll dance with you. Teach me the routine.”
