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.
There was little sun illuminating sidewalk as people went back and forth passing in front of a small, traditional looking coffee shop. A small drizzle fell hinting about the rain that was to come. That, however seemed not to bother the costumers who sat outside watching the ever so usual rush that people in this city seemed to always be in.
In a table sitting alone was a dark haired man. He simply sat there with a bunch of papers he had spread out across the entire table in front of him. He studied them with harden attention and seemed to shut out the rest of the world. The papers all had information on mutants and mutant-related crimes and activities. From anti-mutant rallies to mutant killings.
He looked at his coffee and picked it up with a curiously looking at it. He seemed to have forgotten that the coffee was even there due to how focused he was with his study. He still expected it to be warm after all he couldn't have been out here long. However the ice cold coffee's taste caused him turn his head to the side and spit it out onto the floor The waitress, a young woman in her teens, saw him spit out the coffee, immediately went outside in the drizzle and asked if there was anything the girl could do. With a polite smile he lifted his head and nodded that it was not necessary as he quite enjoyed cold coffee. Seeing that the woman was not convinced he took a sip and struggled not to spit it back out.
The Waitress left and he could finally return to his study. However, a gust of wind took one of his papers and he was forced to run after it. Thankfully something blocked the paper’s path and it stopped making it easier for him to catch it. He grabbed the paper and, as he raised his head, he saw that it had been a person that stopped it from continuing.
Damp paper didn't fly like normal paper, but when the wind was persistent enough anything could traipse gracefully through the air. There was something odd about the air around one Miss Vega Altair AKA: Ghost. The wind was always persistent.
Ghost had never understood the draws people had to caffeine until she owned her own store. Late nights figuring sums were made into even later nights when she had homework due the next day. Even though the Full Circle offered an array of deliciously brewed coffees, Ghost still couldn't stomach the bitter brew. And so it was one blustery day that Ghost set on her lunch break in search of caffeinated tea, nutrients, and some simple away time from the store. An hour wasn't that long, but it was typically enough.
The mist-like sprinkle of rain wasn't quite enough to warrant the use of an umbrella and so Ghost carried it beside her as she tromped through the mucky weather toward the row of cafes to see what specials looked good. It kind of amazed her to see people outside in this weather, especially people with papers.
She sniffled making her way toward the specials board. Chicken salad? Meh. Oh, but loaded baked potato soup looked good. Just before Ghost made it to the safety of the cafe's awning, a curious thing happened. She breathed in and accidentally summoned a breeze strong enough to pluck the paper right off of one man's table. Ghost consciously made herself not blast out a breeze with her sneeze, but the damage was done. The paper rolled through the air and stopped, stuck on her flat ballerina-type slipper. The man who belonged with the paper came dutifully trotting after it and nabbed it from where it stuck before glancing up at Ghost almost ... expectantly?
"Uhm. Hello." Though Ghost had no distinct dialect or accent, it was apparent that she had spent some time abroad because of the inflections and clarity of her speech. "I think your paper likes me. In fact... Perhaps you should have stayed with the rest of your papers and let me bring that one to you." Ghost reached up and snatched another wandering paper from the air that seemed content to blow straight from his table to their current location. She wasn't nosy, in fact, she really tried not to see what was on the papers, but her store's name sort of hopped off the page from the paper in her hand.
"What-- what is this?" She turned the paper in her hand so that it was right side up and attempted to inspect it properly. The Full Circle bookstore had been the scene of an anti-mutant rally gone bad. Of course she knew that, she was the mutant that had accidentally set them off and she had paid for it in blood, sweat, and tears. The real question was why this man cared.
Rain, wind, cold coffee… What else could happen to Mimic to upset him more. Half his newspapers were already soaked and were barely legible plus the wind seemed keen on making Mimic play tag with the articles.
Upon capturing the runaway article he looked up to see what had stopped the paper dead in its tracks. He was slightly embarrassed when he noticed he kneeling at a feet of a young woman. He jumped back, as she greeted him, and attempted to regain his composure. He looked at her and noticed she should be around his age more or less. Her hair was white and her eyes had brown colour reminiscent of that of honey. He knew he had seen her somewhere before but wasn´t sure where.
‘‘That might not have been such a bad idea’’ He replied to her suggestion politely. She caught yet another piece of paper as it flew towards them. Mimic couldn´t read what it was written it from where he stood but the girl seemed to react to it. He was able to read the headline backwards and realized where he knew the girl from. He had seen her picture in one of the articles. This one was about Anti-Mutant rally in a store owned by a mutant. He decided to keep his knowledge of her identity silent for now.
- It´s an article about a rally in some store. Why do you ask? – Ricardo inquired. – Were you there?
She breathed out slowly and tried to remain calm. "Yes, I was there." Ghost was already pale in nature, but now she was paler, her lips almost white. She frowned at the paper reading the review of what had or hadn't happened when the mob ransacked her store. That was before she owned it, but still it made her heart hurt to re-live that terrifying day.
Honey colored eyes flicked up to scrutinize the man's face. He did not seem like an especially cruel man, but he was feigning ignorance in this regard. Her name was there in the article. A picture, blurry to be sure, was also there. It was a snapshot of the moment she was taking the second bullet in the shoulder. "May I ask why you have this, sir? It's a riveting read, no doubt, but... this is my store. We-we're trying to get rid of press like this in light of more positive events."
Ghost handed the paper back to the man and tucked her umbrella under her arm. "I'm Vega Altair, current owner of the Full Circle the bookstore in this article. I was the mutant attacked at the rally. If you are researching the issue there is no better source for the events than the woman standing here before you." She tried to be strong and proud and not relay how much this event had hurt her. Ghost set her jaw and extended her hand in hopes that he would shake it and introduce himself.
Mimic was surprised at what the girl had responded and noticed how pale she had become. He had already recognized her from the article but he was not aware of her ownership of the store or of her part in the rally. For all he knew, she could be an Anti-Mutant extremist. He hadn’t read the article just yet all he had seen it was her picture and it was a mere glance unable to actually see what had happened.
‘‘Research. I am doing research on anti-mutant hate crimes. I’m a lawyer and I work this type of cases.’’ He lied trying to conceal both his identity as a mutant as well as his reason to investigate these events. He noticed she was visibly disturbed by the remembrance of those events and felt bad for her.
‘‘Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It was not my intention’’ Mimic was sincerely upset at having made her uncomfortable and was cursing himself mentally. She introduced herself as the mutant victim and handed him the paper, he was able to tell that she was getting shot at in the photo.
He grinned and grabbed her hand while slightly bowing allowing his hair fall onto his forehead. He spoke in his strange accent caused by his short time living in Holland combined with his Portuguese origin before coming to New York. It sounded like a mix between Dutch and Portuguese accents in English.
‘‘Pleased to meet you, my dear lady’’ he said smiling as he continued talking a slightly dramatic tone trying to lighten the mood.. ‘‘ I am Ricardo also one of the few blessed with a gift by my uncanny genetics. May I offer you a drink in exchange for this somewhat awkward moment?’’
He kissed her hand lightly and got back up. He moved aside and indicated his table to her. He talked again with a less dramatic tone being more serious. ‘‘Seriously, come, I’ll buy you a drink and we can talk, maybe not about that particular subject.
Ghost was the kind of person who readily believed people's stories. What reason would he have to lie to her? She relaxed a bit as he said that he was a lawyer. Though she wouldn't want to ever press charges, Ghost did wonder who this man planned to prosecute. "It's okay... really, I probably overreacted. It's just still so fresh." Just like the tattoo that had been forced on her during a mission. She probably needed a vacation, but she'd been so wrapped up in opening her store.
Ghost shook the man's hand and then he... dropped dropped in a sort of bow and kissed her hand. Ghost bowed back automatically, though it was strange that they were connected at the hand for that. She was at least getting used to shaking hands here in America.
"Ricardo." She nodded trying to engrain the name into her mind so that she would not forget it. "Yoroshiku onegaishimasu, please take care of me." She'd translated the phrase out of habit. Ghost had always thought that phrase had been particularly useful. Strangers were always at each other's mercy. If she asked them to please be kind to her at the beginning, perhaps they would oblige. "I only have an hour for lunch..." She tried to dodge his hospitality with grace but he stood and motioned to his table, insisting.
She smiled a bit hesitantly, but it was there. "Thank you." And she followed him to his table. Perhaps she could divert the mist from hitting them? Ghost reached out and snatched yet another paper that was attempting to run away. She moved with liquid grace and settled the paper back on top of the others. "Sorry, I'll try to keep the wind down so your papers won't escape." Ghost wondered if the article mentioned her as a wind user and how she had tried to keep a barrier between the angry mob and mutants inside of the store. How much did this stranger know about her?
"Are you... really a lawyer?" She looked at the stack of papers and wondered if they were all mutant victims this man might possibly prosecute one day. Ghost ran her fingers through her mist dampened hair and smiled at the waitress who braved the elements to get her order. Ghost ordered the soup special of the day and some herbal hot tea.
Mimic smiled when she seemed to move away from him as he bowed to her. It was sort of the reaction that he expected, after all not many people are used to that. He did however manage to lighten the mood slightly. She repeated his name as if trying to memorize it, it sounded strange but close enough.
‘‘You can call me Rick if you wish. It might be easier’’ He said trying to sound friendly. She said something in a foreign language which Mimic did not understand at first but she translated it for him, he assumed that it was Japanese and mustered all the courage and was able to pronounce to words although forcefully. ‘‘ Shinrai touhou, trust me.’’
That was about all the Mimic could say in Japanese but he hoped that the conversation would remain in English so that it wouldn’t be an issue. She mentioned something about keeping the wind away from his papers but he didn’t quite understand that, for a second he forgot that she was a mutant herself but quickly return to his own self and assumed that it was her mutation, maybe he could mention it… He didn’t have much time to ask her as she quickly formulated a question of her own.
- Why, yes I am. Just did the bar exam around year ago. I have worked in a couple mutant related cases before; they are kind of my specialty. – Mimic stopped himself so that he wouldn’t give away more than it was necessary, this girl had no need to know just yet what he was working on. – How about you? What do you do? A part from that store of yours that is.
His Japanese was halting and a bit like that one would find in a dictionary especially since he took a noun and used it as a verb without adding the suru, but it was a valiant effort! She praised him all the same. "Oh, you speak well, Rick. It takes a lot of courage to test out an unfamiliar tongue. 日本語を勉強しています？" She waited ever patient. She did not expect a fluid answer, but always loved to encourage others when it came to language since it was something she, herself, enjoyed.
"I lived in Japan for a time. Sorry if it was too much." She smiled obviously amused. She did trust him, and she obviously had no qualms sharing anything. Ghost was just the trusting type. She obviously believed his story about being a lawyer and never once questioned it. He had said it was true, why would it not be?
"Wow. Congratulations on your exam. It must take a special kind of person to be a lawyer. I don't think I would be cut out for it at all." Even though Rick had just met Ghost, it was practically impossible due to her nature to imagine her in any sort of forceful or tenacious role. "Do you work cases involving gifted people because you yourself are gifted? Empathy for the client?" The waitress arrived with her tea pot and cup, a delightful white porcelain set. Ghost poured herself a cup and watched the swirls of steam rise against the cooler misting rain. She considered Rick's question thoughtfully before answering.
"Most of what I do is in relation with the store. It seems to be the majority of my life as of late." She smiled apologetically for the boringness of her life as she sipped the hot brew. Ghost did not even flinch, though the temperature difference probably should have made her do so. Inwardly, she berated herself for not letting it steep for longer, but the warmth wouldn't last in this weather.
"I live at a school for gifted youngsters, and am part of a team that hopes to shape a world where humans and mutants can coexist in peace. That is something a bit more interesting, though not technically my profession." Ghost shrugged and cupped her hands around the white porcelain to leech as much warmth as possible from her tea. Ghost was proud of what the school stood for and the goals they hoped to accomplish, even if she was not always proud of the ways that they got them done.
She did not fear repercussions from the man across the table. It did not matter if his views differed greatly enough for him to become violent. If Ghost was vigilant, more vigilant than the day of the book store mob, she could avoid bodily harm. But she didn't suspect any problems from a friendly stranger. No, it would take more than two bullets to the chest to change her nature.
To his surprise she seemed to praise his attempt at Japanese. All the Japanese he knew came from a former case he had worked on while still in his home country. She once again used Japanese but this time she didn’t translate it leaving Mimic wondering what she had said. He decided to respond in a similar manner.
- Não faço a mínima ideia do que é que isso quer dizer… – He said with a smile provoking her. She mentioned living in Japan which accounted for her good use of their native tongue. – Means: I have no idea what that means.
For some reason he seemed to be fond of her, she was quite friendly and trusting which prompted him to trust her back. That, was something Mimic was not used to.
- It´s just something I enjoy. I have worked on criminal law for quite sometime before coming here; I decided that I might as well use what I know to a good cause, you now what I mean? – Mimic was enjoying her company. Ever since he arrived in North America he had been alone. All he did was work, eat and sleep nothing else and now he was having an actual conversation which he was enjoying. – It’s not that hard, it’s just something I’m good at. Probably I would never open my own shop.
She began talking about some sort of school for the gifted and of a group which intended to create a utopia where humans and mutants could coexist peacefully. That was a nice thought but for Mimic it would never be more than just that. Nature selected who lived and who died, if you are strong you live, if you are weak you die. That is the only truth in nature and what forced him to work hard so that he would not join the weak. However the strong tend to be the minority and minorities are oppressed. How could people live in a cesspool like this? True peace should come when there are no weaklings pushing the strong down nor are minorities being oppressed by the majority. He did not express these ideas as he believed that they might not fit with his company and that would mean a possible argument.
- Tell me, you mentioned being a mutant as well as something about keeping the wind away from my files as well. What are your abilities anyways? – Mimic intended to steer the conversation away from ideology to avoid a clash. – I’m guessing either telekinesis or wind manipulation… Am I close?
Ghost laughed and it was melodic and easy. "I had an inkling that was what that meant. Some words were almost recognizable. Was that a romantic language? It's very beautiful." She sipped her tea and hoped for the sake of her constrictive lunch timeline that her soup would arrive soon.
Ah, so perhaps her mutation wasn't revealed to the world through the news article. That would do wonders for her want to conceal her real identity. "Pin-pon! You are correct, sir. I am an air elemental." It was easy to see manifestations of her element into her personality and mannerisms. She was easy to get along with, gentle as the breeze, and sported white hair as well as being long in limb and torso. "I sneezed and your papers made their way over to me via air current. Embarrassing at the time, but I am quite grateful now."
At last her soup arrived, and after a murmured apology she dug right in. It was always a bit strange eating in front of someone, especially a stranger. Ghost's new job had forced her to do things she would have considered rude before, but because of time were now necessary. After sating her initial rabid hunger, Ghost slowed her pace and tried to ease back into conversation. "And what is Rick's gift? I honestly don't think I could guess." She tried to appraise him in search of subtle hints. Perhaps it was just elementals or the less fortunate morlocks that manifested traits from their mutation?
Mimic liked her laugh, it was melodic and sweet which made him smile as well. For some reason Mimic seemed to be connecting rather easily with her.
- They are very similar, that’s why English was so easy for me to learn. It’s Portuguese, my native idiom. – Ricardo grinned proud of himself and his tongue for having seemingly impressed the young woman.
Despite his accent and his fluent English, Mimic was in fact born in Portugal, his English had been developed thanks to his mutation that enabled him to learn languages faster by mimicking his classmate’s easiness to learn despite it not being part of a mutation as well as his time travelling. Although he lost this trait after sometime, he kept the languages he had learned since they were effects of the mimicked trait and not the trait itself.
– I can teach it to you one of these days maybe, if you are willing. – He couldn’t believe he had said that, he didn’t think before he talked which was something he never did, so why did he do it this time? Teaching her meant seeing more but why did he want to see more of this girl whom he barely knew he brushed these thoughts away and focused back into the conversation.
Ghost´s soup came and she dug right into it as she seemed to be short on time. After some time she slowed down and lifted her head. Mimic was looking at her surprised at how this thin girl could eat so much. She inquired him about his power and what they did. This caused Mimic to grin.
- Well, I can literally mimic any power or trait if I’m close to it. My genetic code is like a big chameleon. – He said as he mimicked Ghost´s powers to cause a breeze to pass by them and make them files fly and land back in the order they were before. It forced him to focus to be this exact but his previous training with his mother had made it easier for him to do this. – Quite interesting isn´t it? That´s not all tough but I’ll leave the rest for later on.
Again with the later encounter. He wondered what made him think that Ghost would want to see him again, and why he wanted to see her again anyways...
"Portuguese? Hmm I'll have to think about that." Ghost wondered if her head could hold any more... certainly these days she felt like she was learning a lot. But there were many polyglots in the world. Some people were amazing at what they did... Rick being one of them
Her eyes widened at the ease with which Rick took the air and coaxed the papers from the table. They even returned back into place and while that unnerved Ghost a bit, it wasn't too bad. She had met another air manipulator before and his control had been even greater than hers in some regards, but both had to work at getting the wild and carefree element to agree to their bidding. This Rick person had to be a master of... well everything according to his mutation.
"An impressive display." She tried to be optimistic about his ability as she was about all people. "How does it work, Mister Chameleon?" She grinned. "You don't have to answer that if you don't want to. We may not have time anyway since these things can often be complicated, and I'm just being nosy." She had meanwhile finished her soup and poured herself a second hot cup of tea from the small pot. She checked her watch and sighed as she sat back to relax for a moment. She could at least have time for one more question and the last of her tea.
"Would you care to visit my store? It's not too far from here, but if you're busy I understand. It's just that I am very proud of the place."
‘‘Well, you do that; give me a call in case you ever decide to take up on that offer. ‘’ He said smiling. He had no idea on how to teach Portuguese to anyone but he would just have to improvise or find a way to sleaze out of it.
After his display of power he felt weak. Manipulating the wind was never this hard when he mimicked his mother so why was it now? Maybe this wind user wasn’t as strong as his mother or maybe he was losing qualities, either way he needed to disguise his tiredness from her just in case. She further inquired about the way his powers worked.
- Well, basically, my body emits an invisible sonar-like field that stretches 10 feet around me that scans the genetic material of those within the range. Allowing me to imprint the personal enhancements of unlimited number of other mutants onto my own genetic code and retain them until the person I mimicked the power from is over a mile away. – Mimic stopped to grab his cup of coffee but remember what had happened early and ordered another coffee setting down the cold coffee cup. – That’s not all. I can also imitate traits, say you are an Olympic athlete; I’ll be able to increase my athletic ability. That´s pretty much my powers in a nutshell. There are more things but I’ll leave them for later.
Mimic paid for his coffees and for Ghosts lunch and grabbed the warm coffee cup. He noticed that Ghost checked her watch and was probably near the end of her lunch break. He began putting his papers away to avoid having them get even more damaged despite them being copies.
- I would be pleased to visit your store. – Mimic said smiling politely. He really didn´t have anything to do whatsoever since he only needed to come by the office from time to time to let them know he still worked there, perks of being one of founding members of that office. – Lead the way, friend.
"I'll remember that, if I am ever in need of some Portuguese." This fellow was funny. Much more amiable than she originally imagined lawyers to be. He even explained the parameters of his mutation. It seemed he had been testing his exact limits. Ghost wished she had thought to test her limits, testing exactly how many minutes she could sustain a breeze or lift things... surely it would be useful knowledge to have.
One sentence Rick had said about three times now and it amused Ghost. "You’ll leave them for later, hmm?" She mused with a smile.
When the bill came, Ghost scrambled to get her cash out in time. He'd only offered to get her a drink she didn't imagine he would want to pay for her meal as well, but by the time she had grabbed her folded wad of one dollar bills, the waitress was walking off with Rick's money. "Let me at least get the tip." She murmured a bit embarrassed as she tried to think of a fair sum to leave on the table.
As he put away his papers, Ghost downed the last of her tea and ran her digits through her dampened hair again. The weather was dreary, but at least the company was cheery. She stood and stretched a bit as he settled himself. Ghost grabbed her umbrella that was still folded closed and then lead the way out of the little cafe and onto the sidewalk.
It was only a block away. Ghost walked in time with some unheard music, fluid and graceful despite the drizzle. "Ta-dah! That wasn't too far a hike, right?" Ghost spread her arms out to motion toward the dark green painted corner lot. At the point of the building a brass revolving door was positioned, clearly the focal point of the establishment. Large bulletproof, plate glass windows showed off an etched logo that read The Full Circle Bookstore. Behind the glass was a featured books display and beyond that, a peek into the interior. Things didn't look too terribly busy, but there were customers inside.
Rather than take the revolving door, Ghost led Rick to the handicapped entrance, a red door on the side of the building that boasted the quickest and most direct route to the enclosed circular counter where the registers were kept. "Afternoon, Candice. I'm back so you can take your lunch now." Ghost hopped up on the wooden counter and reached behind the register for her apron. Perhaps most owners did not do the menial jobs like register duty, stocking or sweeping, but since the store was still so freshly opened, Ghost found herself just as much a shop-girl as an owner.
Ghost hopped down again and slipped the kelly green canvas over her head, grinning all the while to her new friend. "So what do you think?"
Despite Ghost´s hurry to finish her meal, the store turned out to be rather quick. As soon as they got in, Ghost took the register as the other girl left. Mimic was surprised at how big the store was, he didn´t expect this young woman to have a store like this. In most countries, revolving door meant to distinguish an important building from the other’s and it worked wonders for the rustic looking store.
- Impressive. – Mimic said as he looked around the store. It was really diverse, having several types of books and several of each genre. He was so absorbed studying the books he didn´t notice the several people that came in and out of store. – How did you get all this?
