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.
It was past midnight. Alexandra wasn’t very sure why exactly was she heading to the kitchen to grab a sandwich only to go back to the Infirmary instead of just going to her room to sleep. Maybe it was because allocating so much time to the investigation of Mr. Roland Pruitt’s life made her postpone other duties. Or maybe it was because she didn’t want to sleep and didn’t have anything else to do but catch up on reading the Infirmary’s paperwork.
She didn’t give it much thought anyway so as soon as she had a sandwich in her hand, she wandered trough the currently empty Mansion back to the Infirmary, taking a bite from her sandwich from time to time while carefully reading the file she held in her other hand. Yawning, Alexandra shifted her eyes from the file to the approaching Infirmary doors… curiously, they were slightly ajar. Funny thing, she remembered closing them before leaving. Her sandwich holding hand fell to the side. The other pushed the door open.
Her eyes quickly encountered the back of a redhead that was currently rummaging through the cabinets, mumbling and grumbling. Bottles holding various contents were resting on top of the counter in no particular order. Alexandra suddenly felt an urge to grumble herself. She’d spent a whole day rearranging them. “You know, there’s a reason there are nurses around here.” Alexandra leaned against the doorframe casually, letting her other hand drop by her side as well. Disapproving eyes wandered from the bottles to the redhead snooping around the Infirmary. “They’re here to help injured people.”
Some spied too. But that was a completely different matter.
To say that Miss Emerald Lupin felt like hell would be a rather large understatement, one that should have been documented in the record books. The young woman had come to the Infirmary mainly due to the rather large slash marks that marred her already scarred torso. They cut from the center of her torso stretching across the ribs in 3 deep gouges that were currently bleeding through her shirt. For some odd reason, someone decided to move all of the supplies she had set aside for things like this in an organized manner, making it hard for her to find anything at all. Especially, considering the fact that she was doing it with one hand since the other was pressed over the tares in her shirt, trying to hide the wounds as well as stopping it from bleeding, which was not an easy task.
Once addressed the Female let out a low grumble, bearing her teeth a little at the voice which addressed her in a slightly irritated way, the last thing she needed right now was a lecture. Hopefully, whoever this female who was addressing her, was she wouldn’t be a law lover like CS, because if she was she would be in trouble.
“Didn’t want to wake Doc up and Im used to treating myself when it comes to wounds like this.” Emerald replied, grunting in pain when she turned around to meet the woman. Emerald’s shirt was sticky with blood and it clung onto her muscular form tightly, unfortunately showing how much blood she had lost, considering how much of it was spread across her shirt.
“Didn’t want to wake Doc up and Im used to treating myself when it comes to wounds like this.”
Hmm. Alexandra mentally shook her head. Why did almost everyone think that they could treat anything by themselves? Now. She didn’t know what kind of wounds the redhead had but seriously, the Infirmary didn’t have the sole purpose of providing an infinite supply of medicines and tools people needed to treat themselves. Her mouth opened to comment. And she closed it back as soon as the blood soaked shirt came into view. A slight frown appeared on Alexandra’s face. “Those are not wounds you should treat yourself.”
Well, her midnight snack time went out the window. Alexandra pushed herself off the doorframe and walked toward the counter dropping the sandwich plus file on top of it. “Lay down on one of the beds and remove the shirt from the wounds.” She looked at the redhead for a moment before heading to the sink. The sound of the running water could be heard seconds later as Alexandra started to wash her hands.
Was Emerald surprised the woman was gonna try to treat her wounds? No, not really, most people tried to treat large slash wounds when they saw them on others. This didn't mean she would like it in the slightest, the good thing is, the infirmary assistant was a woman which put her more at ease when it came to taking her shirt off. With Males she had to worry about them staring at her nude torso, with females, unless they liked werewolf females, she didn't have to worry in the slightest. What she did have to worry about was them making note of her scars and as the werewolf removed her shirt, she just happened to remember that those scars in fact existed. Luckilly, not many were on the front of her torso as they were on the back, most of which were old slash marks and burn scars.
The most noticeable of the scars on the females torso was a long jagged one across her toned stomach, looking as if someone had deliberately attempted to tear her in half and the half of the bite mark on her right shoulder, the rest of the wound being on her back. The bite mark looked like something had taken a chunk out of her shoulder and the skin had healed but had left a scar in its place, another gnarly one at that.
Emerald laid back onto her normal infirmary stretcher,letting out a small growl of pain. "Rghhhh...."Emerald growled, before settling down, taking deep breathes. "The names Emerald Lupin, just so we are on a name to name bases, just in case if i need to yell at you for nearly killing me or something stupid."
Emerald had actually been quite a rumored, terror to take care of by old members of the medical staff who had retired long ago. No doubt Doc had mentioned the headstrong she wolf who came into his office constantly but never allowed him to heal her fully or to try to remove her scars.
Stubborn one, Alexandra noted. A sly smirk appeared on her lips for a second or two. Good thing she was stubborn herself. The water stopped running and Alexandra proceeded to dry her hands before putting on surgical gloves. Moving from the sink to where Miss Emerald Stubborn Lupin was and rolling the small table that held various medical instruments on it closer, Alexandra scanned Emerald’s wounds (and scars) before locking eyes with her. “The name is Alexandra, and, oh well, you should worry more about you getting yourself nearly killed.” She gestured toward both the fresh wounds and the scars on the redhead’s body.
“Before we start, I need you to tell me how you got these wounds and the nature of your powers.” Alexandra smiled slightly. “If there’s anything else beside the obvious, of course.” She paused for a moment before resuming the talking, keeping the smile on her lips. “And the reason I’m asking it’s not because I’m curious, I need to know if there is any debris left in the wound, what are the chances to get an infection or if you have any accelerated healing powers I should know about. I’m sure you won’t be thrilled of sharing some of this information with me but you get to choose. You tell me or I’m waking up the Doc to heal you and I’m going to dare to assume that the reason you are avoiding him it’s because you don’t want to hear one of his long lectures about getting hurt.” Pause. Alexandra glanced at the scars one more time, then shifted her attention back Emerald’s face. “Again.”
The woman that she was dealing with had spunk and Emerald could totally respect that. Her own stubbornness was what drove her to do some of her more dangerous plans. Not that many minded though, a lot of times her plans worked and though they usually involved going in there guns a blazing, Emmy knew how to get the job done. Or at least, she would be so stubborn and not listen to any reason untill she got the job done. It was sort of in her nature to do so, to rebel, to cause a bit of trouble but more importantly to be a stubborn she wolf.
"Nice to meet ya," Emerald paused for a moment, shifting in on the hospital bed a little to get more comfortable. It was a good thing she trusted Doc and the infirmary so much, otherwise she would have decked the chick by now. "I can control water, but the powers sorta synthetic and I wont tell you how i got them. I can also turn into a wolf and a werewolf like thing. As for what could be in the wound, the guy that scratched me was smoking a cigarette before he gouged me. Maybe some ash or some sort of street grime got in it since I fell to the ground for a bit. Still kicked his weak ass though. Hes got claws from hell, good thing was they weren't covered in the poison he usually coves them in, then we would have a problem." Emerald explained with a small grimace, feeling her wound actually starting to sting a little.
After the introduction Emerald provided, the ‘nice to meet ya’ sure sounded a bit on the ironic side. However, Alexandra smiled toward the redhead, nodding politely in response. The fact that the girl got all defensive when it came to her power amused the older woman and she couldn’t help but smile slightly as words rolled off her tongue. “I didn’t ask where you got them from.”
Her attention quickly shifted to the table where she picked up the sterile water before looking back at Emerald. “Okay, so no regenerative abilities and no resistance to infections. As for the claws, organic, not poisonous. If I understood that correctly, then I have to clean the wound to remove debris before anything else. It will sting more than now, but I’m sure you already know that.” A sly grin appeared on Alexandra’s lips for a moment before proceeding to pour the sterile water on the wound – to both force out the debris in the wound and clean the blood and give her visibility in case something decided to stick inside the wound even after the sterile water bath.
“So, you’re an X-Man?”
Because, you know, what else to do to keep the redhead’s attention away from the pain she was feeling than having a nice chat?
Laying on the bed the wolf girl observed the older woman with mild interest. This Alexandra woman reminded her very much of her older sister Sapphire, except she used contractions and wasn't a complete psycho. This was when the water was poured on her wound causing the werewolf to let out a hiss of pain, though she tried not to show it as the various debris were pushed form her wound. It should be noted that a good deal of dirt, small twigs and other small bits of debris flowed out of the wound, making it clear that the wolf girl did not clean her wounds before she bandaged them up. She must have done it in a hurry because the concoction of stuff that came out of that open would probably would not have been good for her if it stayed in her body.
"Yeah I'm an X man, been here since I was around fourteen or fifteen, was an X man for 3 years," Emerald replied fondly, obviously liking her older years as an X man. That smile turned into a frown though as she remembered her present situation. "Now I have been demoted because I took some time off to go visit the parents and because the new headmaster says he wants to know if I fit on the team." Emerald rolled her eyes at this, she knew she was a good fighter and an excellent on her feet thinker. In her mind there was no reason why she shouldnt still be an X man.
The water did clean up something… Alexandra looked at Emerald with an eyebrow slightly arched. For someone who got into fights a lot, the redhead either had no idea about fixing wounds or she simply didn’t care. Looking for a second time at the girl’s face, Alexandra placed her bets on the second option. The arched eyebrow was lowered to normality as she sighed softly while wiping the debris away with a clean cloth, keeping her attention on the wound to see if any debris had been left after the cleaning.
Luckily, there wasn’t anything left. Blue eyes moved on to Emerald’s face as the girl spoke. A shadow crossed her face as the headmaster was mentioned. With her lips pursed together, Alexandra reached for the anesthetic. Of course Sam would demote anyone who took justice into her own hands. “Sure sounds like Sam.” Alexandra commented only a hint of her own grudge against Sam being present in her voice. Biting her lower lip she picked up the syringe and the small vial of anesthetic and turned back to Emerald. “A piece of advice concerning Sam. Tell him what he wants to hear. It doesn’t mean you need to actually do as you say.”
Emerald heard a little tiny hint of a grudge with the girls statement, causing her to smile at the older woman. Maybe they would be able to get along better than she thought they would. The wolf girl really didn’t like the new headmaster, his rules were to rigid and it did not allow for any deviation. The girl never was too good at following the rule, she went with her gut and her own moral compass opposed to the moral compass of her leader.
"I'm not to good at telling people what they wanna hear and I don't like someone acting like a damn Alpha when they have not even proven themselves to be even worthy of the title." Emerald shook her head, her wolf mentality clearly showing her her words.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of a needle that no doubt held anesthetic that was usually what people in the med bay tried to inject her with while treating her wounds. Emerald let out a low growl, hiding the fact that the needle she saw before her scared the living daylights out of her. The fear and apprehensiveness however was still in those Blue eyes of hers.
“You don’t need to inject me with that, I’m fine.” Emerald told the woman, “I can deal with a little pain, had worse injuries before and I didn’t need anesthetic.”
Alexandra smiled slightly, for a few moments forgetting about her own troubles with Sam. Good news. If she ever wanted to kick Sam’s butt, she’ll have help. “Well, good luck then. You’re dealing with a kid pretending to be a grown up. Guess it’s going to take a while until he opens up his mind.” Alexandra replied thoughtfully, tapping the vial onto her other hand lightly. As she looked back to Emerald, the thoughtful look was still on her face as her mind wandered miles away. Back to Romania.
However, Alexandra was pulled away from her thoughts rather quickly. Trough the hazy veil of her thoughts, something caught her eye and she realized something was wrong before Emerald spoke. The tapping stopped. Her eyes focused. Her mouth even opened slowly to ask if something was wrong.
“You don’t need to inject me with that, I’m fine. I can deal with a little pain, had worse injuries before and I didn’t need anesthetic.”
Oh. That was the problem. Since Emerald was way past her childhood years, Alexandra guessed that this wasn’t a simple fear of needles. She didn’t comment, instead she just placed the anesthetic and the syringe back on the table before looking back at Emerald. “I can use spray. It doesn’t do much but it’s better than nothing.” And if this girl would have stopped acting like Superwoman, Alexandra could consider herself content. After all, she’d been trough life for enough time to realize that pain was something that you can get used to but if you can, ease it. Not everyone was lucky enough to go trough that kind of pain that could be eased with an injection or a spray.
Once the needle was down, Emerald was docile again, well as docile as she could possibly be in that sort of stiuation. At the suggestion of a spray Emerald only nodded, figuring it would be best if she stayed as far away from any kind of injectable anestietic as she could. Needles in general had never been the wolf girls best friends, so much so that whenever she even had an IV thing in her arm she would go to any Lengths to try to tear it out. Pain was something the wolf girl was used to and she had learned that its better to deal with it than to show any sort of weakness.
"Thats fine, better than the damn Syringe, I have seen way to many of those." Emerald replied looking down at her wound. She still couldn't believe that she had let her guard down long enought o get wounded, that was such a rookie mistake and she had been fighting scumbags too long to make a mistake.
Alexandra nodded quietly and soon found herself to be busy looking for the magic spray. That’s how some of the kids called it whenever she used it on them. There. She had found it somewhere among the few items that Emerald had removed from their usual place during her search for medical supplies. Mentally, she noted that the Infirmary needed to be cleaned up again after she was done with the redhead. Otherwise, the Doc would certainly wonder what was with the blood stains on the counters.
Plans were forming in her head as she walked back to the bed Emerald laid on. Plans like hunting down those Mansion residents that didn’t obey the rules – like the curfew, for example – and make them clean up the Infirmary for her. She remembered that when she’d signed up for the job she, cleaning the mess someone else made wasn’t one of her assignments. And Slate didn’t pay any extra money for everything she had to do to get those medical files so… yeah. Hunting sounded like a perfectly good idea.
The tapping motion was resumed now, at a quicker pace and more vivacious. The object of interest was now the spray. Seconds later, it was uncapped and applied on the wound. Blue eyes shifted to the girl’s face. “I still need to use a needle to suture the wound so I suggest you to find something else to look at.”
Emerald assumed once the older woman caught her that she would be iritated as hell at the fact that she had moved everything around in the office. She could give a damn however, she didn't want to be treated in the first place, she would have done just fine with a few stiches and the removal of the dirt and such from her wounds. But she was stuck now, getting her wounds treated by someone who probably would scold her more.
"Go ahead and sew me up, I could give a damn about the sewing needles used to seal up my wounds." Emerald told the woman, blue eyes focussing on her wound for a bit. "I have had worse, believe me."
Alexandra shrugged. She didn’t doubt that. So after receiving the green light from Emerald, she started to suture the wound and rummaged trough her mind to find a subject she could talk about while she was doing it so Emerald’s attention would be somewhere else. It always worked with the younger students. But since Emerald wasn’t 10, she couldn’t talk about candy or toys.
What else could she talk about? Oh! She knew. Shifting her attention to Emerald for one second to see how she was handling it, Alexandra spoke. “So. Why did you get into a fight?”
