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.
Only a few weeks into the semester, and Will had already imprinted on a desk. Far wall from the door, front corner. It gave him a great view of the rest of the room, out the window, and of the projector. He also already had most of the faces in the room memorized, perhaps even a few names (one of his many talents). He'd have them all down within the next two weeks. He made a point of knowing everyone. Will fished his spiral-bound notebook and a cheap, plastic pen from his backpack, setting those upon his desk.
It was still early in the semester, so the sense of floundering hadn't quite set in. (Though, looking at the syllabus, it felt somewhat inevitable.) It'd been over ten years since he'd gone to school, and to see he felt out-of-place was a gross understatement. He'd have to relearn how to be a student. Police-work and school-work were two entirely different universes.
He was among the first people to walk-in (preceded only by a heavyset, bespectacled girl with a ponytail and oversized sweater), so he kept part of his attention on the door, watching for the professor moreso than his other classmates. He felt more of a kinship with his teachers. They didn't feel so young.
She couldn't just stop everything about her life. Raine just didn't work that way. She'd gone from running herself ragged between volunteering, vigilantism, work, and school to— nothing. Absolutely nothing. Raine was terrified to get picked up by SUPER. She didn't have a home, someone else lived in her dorm, she'd lost her cell phone before swapping universes, her job was filled, and she didn't dare go seek out the X-men. They were public figures in this world. The last thing she wanted right now was attention.
This side of the rift, everything was just different. The Raine over on this side was a complete slacker, if there even was one. There seemed to be no place where Raine fit.
The only thing left to try was school. NYU was big. It was possible that she could just slip right into class and get some knowledge. Raine wasn't about to let her education suffer; she had dreams and ambitions. Surely no one would fault her for trying to go to class. Maybe she would meet her doppelganger there? The other Raine sure wasn't anywhere else she thought she should be.
So she went. Without school supplies, without even so much as a calculator. Nobody even bothered to look twice at her. She was just another college co-ed on a college campus. She knew her way around, it was her second year, after all, and the halls weren't different. The classes even seemed to be the same. At least, when she went to check on her first period, she saw the expected teacher name and the expected GE class.
Raine pulled open the door and did her best to find a seat without drawing attention to herself. She stayed near the door just in case there was an attack in this class, but so far it looked pretty empty. Right. So long as no one called her out, she was feeling pretty good about attending classes again.
Will twirled the plastic pen over his fingers as he waited. A few minutes trickled by. The next person crossed the threshold. He paused. A waifish blonde girl meandered in. While there was no shortage of waifish blondes at NYU, this one wasn't familiar to their class. Since it was the beginning of the semester, they still had just over thirty students, but... she wasn't one of them. Bold move. Maybe she went to classes for fun?
Will hummed and averted his gaze. It wasn't his business if someone dropped-in on classes, but he would think that a giant lecture hall would be easier to slip into unnoticed. That would assume that the teacher, a man with coke-bottle glasses and a lisp, would notice their petite addition.
The brunette glanced after her again, wordlessly assessing her with his eyes.
Huh. Either it was a holiday of some kind or this class had lower enrollment on this side. Raine bent down to grab— right. Her backpack was part of a crime scene back on the other side. A few more students trickled in right before time, and Raine used the distraction of those students finding seats to cover her gaffe. She was, uh, straightening her pants leg. Yeah. She even smiled at one who might have been looking at her. Or he might have been looking at the clock on the wall and wishing for the sweet release of death. It was hard to say.
Raine tried not to feel self-conscious about a habit that would have made sense back home. She should have scrounged up a bag, any bag. It had been a bit foolish to come unprepared. It was just that everything looked so much the same here. It was easy to fall into old habits that made sense if everything was normal, which it wasn't.
The teacher called the class to order and Raine slouched in her seat. No bag, no pens, no paper meant no notes. She needed to focus on the overhead projector so she tucked her hair back behind both ears, knowing her face still looked bad. The cut on the left plane of her face had scabbed and it was totally gross so she'd mostly kept her hair in her face to hide it. In the dark with the teacher talking, she figured it was probably okay. Hair in the face meant hair in the way of learning. Nobody was interested in her, anyway, once the lights were dimmed and the overhead clicked on. They all had notes to take.
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If Will had noticed the unfamiliar face (and he did), he made no indication of this revelation. He may have followed her with his eyes, his furrowed brow may have leaped up marginally, but he made no indication that he'd noticed otherwise.
That is, until the professor arrived, greeted the class, got their powerpoint in order, and vaulted into lecturing. Will glanced over his shoulder. She didn't have a bag. Or paper for that matter. What was the point of paying for an education if you didn't milk it for all it was worth?
He wasn't the lecture-police though. Just the normal-police. Wasn't his business if someone just wanted to soak the information in. He turned back around, the corner of his lip twitching.
She tried. She really did. But it was hard to build a life from ground zero.
Raine was tired of not helping enough. She was tired of trying and failing to get a job she technically already had, tired of not having the things she owned, tired of not living where she already lived, but mostly— she was just tired. Two days of begging, busking, and job applications had both ended on a lumpy discount motel mattress paid for by the grace of a sworn officer who was in the same boat. She was grateful. Raine would always be in her debt for Officer Hunter's help. But she was ready to get back to normal.
And what was more normal than school? She'd already paid... if she'd existed in this world, she would have anyway. Oh! Did this mean her student loans would be cancelled? Raine ran her hands through her hair and tried her best to refocus. There was going to be a quiz...
Raine felt like she was falling, and abruptly the next thing she knew was that the people around her were packing up. She had to peel her fingers from her cheek and wipe at her mouth before anyone noticed that she'd dozed off so completely.
Shooooooot!
What was her next class? She could do better in the next one.
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The girl had nodded-off... with the quiz right in front of her and everything. Out of politeness, the off-duty cop had taken to collecting the papers of some of the nearby students.
"Could turn that in for ya, if you want?" he offered one classmate.
"Thanks man."
"Don't mention it. See ya."
This happened a few times. Then he made his way over towards the drowsy drop-in.
"Doin' alright?" Will asked, wordlessly taking the blank half-sheet as though nothing was out of the norm. Apparently the professor hadn't noticed, yet-- and he wasn't going to rat her out. Maybe she just dropped-in on classes for fun. Gutsy not to go for a big lecture hall, where there was no possibility of the professor noticing you weren't supposed to be there.
She didn't see it until there was a teacher's aide or whatever coming around to collect it. A quiz. Right there. Under her nose. Raine scrambled for— right. She had no pen. And then the guy was there and he was asking her if she was okay and everything was just so not okay that Raine had to laugh. Because it was laugh or cry and so long as she got the choice she was going to try not to embarrass herself to death.
Raine handed over a blank page without having even stopped to read it. Even if she'd had a pen, could she have filled it out? Not unless by some miracle it was about what commercials run on late night TV while she was vacuuming a hotel lobby. Or how to negotiate when getting paid in cash while living as an undocumented worker.
"You know those dreams where you walk into school and you're wearing no pants?" Supposedly everyone had them, though Raine never did. It was just one of those things that everyone knew about and made for a decent point. Raine pulled her hair out from her ponytail and checked the wall clock. Should she even bother trying for another class? "Ever since the rift opened, I've been pantless."
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The Rift... even though the Rift wasn't in his jurisdiction, every branch of the NYPD knew of the Rift Between Worlds. It was, in essence, a border crossing, which meant an increased police presence in the surrounding areas, in order to help diminish the possibility of crime. Something seemed to click into place, and this was apparent in Will's expression.
"You're from the other side?" he asked carefully. No wonder she looked so lost. It all made sense. She didn't even need to answer, really. But now, Will was interested. At least in a "serve and protect" sort of way. This lady was in-need of help.
"Wanna grab a coffee?" Will offered, "Not in any weird way, just for the hell of it. You look like you could use a nice, strong coffee." He could be her father, for god's sakes. If he'd had kids young. At least... that was what he thought by how young she looked.
Yes. Raine nodded as she combed her hair back over her face. She was from the other side.
Instead of moving on and doing the quiz collection thing, he blurted out an invitation for her to join him for coffee. That more than anything else today surprised her.
> "Not in any weird way, just for the hell of it."
"Honey, you couldn't even touch weird." Mister All American white boy man Americana.
Too late, Raine realized she'd let her mouth run without checking it. He was being nice and she was screwing it up with a half-baked joke. She wasn't into weird. She didn't mean to make it sound like she was. She just was running on too little sleep and just the barest thread of hope. Raine pushed herself up from the little half desk auditorium seat before her first potential friend on this side of the universe could escape to somewhere less weird.
"I mean. Yes. Coffee. I have enough scratch for drip coffee and free refills." And nothing to do but kill time until the night shift. She cringed, guessing this conversation was beyond salvageable. "I promise I'm not a weirdo despite all evidence to the contrary."
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A nod. No wonder she was in the wrong class. Hm, that made sense.
>> "Honey, you couldn't even touch weird."
Will snorted. Who was calling who "honey"? This kid?
"Sometimes, I do," he said flatly, "Outside of this, I'm a cop."
He'd taken all sorts of people into the station. So yes, sometimes he did lay hands on "weird", even if he was the most basic man's man there was. It was a lame retort, but she seemed a little worse for wear and a little ragged. He was trying to make light of the situation, the best he could. Put the kid at ease.
>> "I mean. Yes. Coffee. I have enough scratch for drip coffee and free refills. I promise I'm not a weirdo despite all evidence to the contrary."
"Coffee's on me, I insist," he said kindly, pulling his things together. It was his idea, after all. And momma had raised him right, it'd be no trouble to treat a lady to coffee. Broke college kids and all that. All of his belongings were stowed in a ratty backpack, and Will slung it over one shoulder, waiting for the blonde to join him.
Oh. Well, that explained the posture and the yellow alert attention span and the age and... well, it explained a hell of a lot, actually. Raine puffed out a sigh. Cops were the good guys. SUPER was the exception. Him saying that put him waaaaaay far down on the creep-o-meter. His whitebread haircut didn't hurt either.
"My roommate is a cop. We both got caught up in the event and tossed from across the rip. Just waiting for all the bureaucracy to clear so we can go home, y'know?" If Raine could go home, that was.
> "Coffee's on me, I insist,"
She felt bad... buuuut he was insisting. That made it okay, right?
"You don't have another class?" She didn't have anything that wasn't already on her person so Raine just followed after Mr. Whitebread with the tattered backpack. 'Not that there's anything wrong with whitebread.', she mentally amended.
> "I'm Will,"
Whitebread Will, Raine's brain supplied, and she had to fall back on every iota of acting practice to keep her cool and not devolve into giggles over a joke that only existed in her head.
"Raine." She walked along and payed more attention to him and where he was looking and what threats he might see rather than where they were going. "May as well start with the usual questions, right? So what's your major?"