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.
Zaid never realzized doctor’s were forced to treat regardless of the patient. It made sense, now that it was said, but why had he never registered that before? Criminals, bad guys, if they were brought in, the first priority was to save a life. Zaid felt his brow crease as he stirred the food. ”I suppose that oath is something deeper than it looks. Keeping someone alive and hoping that justice would be held would be placing a lot of faith in someone else. I... well, I can’t say anyone has hurt me enough I would want permanent harm done to them. But if it was something small like a broken arm or a busted lip, it would be difficult to extend mercy when they caused equal damage to others.”
He did not like the concept of morality, the debate of right and wrong. It felt too large for his little world. Even the broken rib felt minor in the grand scope of things.
After a few dazed moments Zaid smiled softly and sighed, ”I suppose it’s a good thing you chose that life and not me, though. You have the necessary strength to follow a creed even when it’s difficult. To have a dream, and a path in mind for your life really must be a rewarding feeling. One day, I will figure out my own desires in life. In the meantime, making coffee and cakes doesn’t feel so bad.”
Once she was settled with tea, he finished the soup and put a bowl together with a little buttered piece of bread on the side. Walking over he handed it to her, trying to keep his nose from wiggling at the smells. That was an involuntary reaction he could not control. It smelt good though, which was a positive sign.
As Andrea described her stunning man, Zaid let his mind out the details together. Without realizing it, he blushed himself, and looked away, ”Oh, he does sound like he must have been handsome. I can’t imagine trying to work around someone that attractive. At least I did not meet my crush somewhere I had to visit frequently. That would be dangerously distracting.” he admitted. ”Even when I lent my headphones, and they came back with his sc—ent. Oh stars, I guess that’s a bit much to admit!” he turned pinker than ever and his his face behind his hands. ”I just, everyone has one, and I, my sense of smell...the people who matter to you start to become familiar. Like how you can spot a friend’s back from the distance. You feel that smell is...theirs.”
Now they both seemed sheepish. Zaid laughed nervously, a toothy smile crossing his mouth. He had somewhat larger front teeth compared to some people and they were even more noticeable when he smiled this way. But he didn’t feel so sheepish around his friend. ”I’ve heard the fear goes away once everything starts. The faces go past so quickly there isn’t as much time to be embarrassed. The alternative is going on a date and commiting to one person, regardless of how the chemistry is. If things are good you’re fine, but if it’s bad, how do you escape? Oh, maybe I shouldn’t say that. I’m supposed to encourage you dating isn’t so scary.”
She giggled again, eyes straying on his wiggling nose. So cute! "I kind of know what you are talking about to a degree... Sometimes I think I can smell things that my snakes smell. It is... strange. I think because we are connected at the head little things from them wiggle their way into my mind as well."
He turned pink at his admission. She turned brown just thinking about her own experiences. "My longest relationship was a few years... I jumped into it with no idea what I was doing and while going through a lot of other things..." Oh, thinking about it always left a little hollow feeling in her breast. It was curiously less hollow this time around however.
"I slept with an old t-shirt that he had given me for many years. I...I think I might still have it even, but I can still remember how he smelled even now. Engine oil and sweat." That admission earned a hearty laugh from her. It sounded so gross i retrospect, but was so comforting all those years ago.
His smile, all teeth, gave her the courage to do the same. She smiled wide, proudly showing off the sharp tusks that lined he top and bottom jaws, mixed in amidst the rest of her pearly whites.
This was nice... She didn't often get the chance to smile like that.
"I am so unfamiliar with the whole cycle..." She took a sip of the hot soup and immediately gasped. "This is so good!"
A few sips late, she forced herself back on track. "I never know what to say, or do... and forget physical contact... I freeze up just thinking about it." Back was the blush! She moodily tried to shoo it away by focusing on the soup again.
"I do so hope something more comes of it. He was.. sweet, and handsome. Not in, um... Hotty Doc kind of way, but in more of a... oh dear." She flushed trying to figure out how to describe the man.
"He has this smile that just lights up, and... his eyes kind of look through you, into you. He really listens too." She sighs dreamily.
"I am never so worried about escaping anything... I could always just look them in the eyes without my contacts in and poof! Knocked out."
She may have taken him a little too serious on that last part.
Zaid felt warm again. This was the first time someone mentioned being able to smell things like him. Well, not exactly like him, but he imagined even the snakes could find certain familiarity between people. Although, given snakes used their tongues so much, he wondered if she was tasting as much as smelling. Stars, that would be awkward. Realizing someone tastes familiar. Best not to think about that or he would blush even more.
He must taste like a cinnamon roll. There was no doubt.
"Being with someone for even a year sounds daunting to me at this point. But, also nice. A lot of my belongings still smelled like my parents after they left, and there was a certain comfort having them around. While parental comfort and that of a romantic relationship are different, there is also the idea that you are seeking what makes you feel safe. I think it's perfectly natural to hold onto something with those memories for awhile." He comforted her so she wouldn't feel too awkward by what she admitted. Although he did laugh a little when she described the smell. "I think Jude smells like...pomade. To style his hair. And like, his dogs. And paper. Pretty sure that is as silly as engine oil." Although thankfully he didn't think Jude smelt like sweat. His crush was very put together when Zaid spent time with him. That was something he had come to appreciate.
He felt warmed again when she tried the soup. He was always so excited when someone liked what he made them. Since he tried to hard to stick to vegetarian dishes, he had a lot of trial and error with recipes to make them taste better. This was at least one he was happy with. "I don't get to cook for other much, it is nice sharing what I made. It is, frankly, a cultural habit I miss. Eating alone is just not the same as having a meal with a friend." Yes, they were friends. And this was definitely a friend for him, unlike Jude that morphed from friend to crush at the speed of a rabbit crashing from a tree.
"If you ever need to vent or talk, you have my number. I am a great listener." He cheekily wiggled one bunny ear, probably at the risk of killing her with the cute. He DID make sure her mouth was empty this time. He was not ready to send her into a choking fit.
"Hey, knock him out if you have to. Be safe, get out if you have to. Too many people feel obligated to stick around on a date that is obviously a disaster. I work at a cafe, I have seen some truly miserable meet ups. If I were braver, I could pull the knight in shining armor and rescue some of those dears, but I turn into a puddle the moment I get around people. Sass and courage are separated by miles." He sighed.
Zaid was just so... genuine. It legitimately made her heart swell a little as they shared mild secrets about what their prospective and past partners smelled like. She could remember being younger and doing such silly things with Verdy... but those memories felt like forever ago.
She finished her soup ridiculously fast, simply lifting the body to her mouth and drinking it down in a well practiced manner. Her belly felt a little warmer, and that warmth started leeching out into the rest of her body as her metabolism kicked on like a furnace. She switched to cradling her still hot cup of tea instead.
"I know how you feel..." She smiled, and it had just a touch of sadness. "My culture is also is also one that typically has large family gatherings. I just... haven't been able to get back into the habit." She sighed, "I have a roommate and we will occasionally eat together, but..." She chewed on her bottom lip for second. "I suppose I should really start working to change that."
Zaid, bless him, went and said something horribly endearing while also being overtly cute at the same time. She pressed her fingers over her mouth before she could utter any embarrassing sounds. Still, all cuteness aside she appreciated the sentiment. "And you have mine." Jeez, her cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much.
While trying to rub the ache away from her face, she found herself chuckling in a slightly embarrassed manner. "It is funny that if I see things like that going on I will often just jump in to help... and yet when I am the one in such a situation I am so... uncertain? It is so much harder to regulate how I deal with things that affect me personally."
The Greek scratched at her cheek sheepishly. "I have been on some pretty terrible dates in my time, as well... One of the Charities I volunteer for has an annual Date Auction to raise money for helping the homeless with shelter and supplies."
She settled her cup in her lap and ticked off a few fingers in a silent count. "Most of them are decent acquaintances now, but at the time dealing with- ... what is it called?... Thirsty?" That sounded correct. "-With very thirsty 50 somethings was very uncomfortable, especially when I am not familiar with all the social cues."
She launched into a short story about an uncomfortable, albeit funny, date she had been on a few years ago.
"-and gosh, I just sat there like... what?" She giggled, moved to take a sip of her tea and found it empty.
Zaid leaned against his computer chair, one leg tucked up so he was holding it. He looked young like this, like a kid with his head tilted to the side and his ears relaxed. He really was a calm listener, just happy to be with someone who made him feel safe. These past few years had been lonelier than he expected. It was good for the change. ”We should just make it a thing. Like, come over every once and awhile and have dinner with me. I’ll have someone to cook for and it...it won’t feel as quiet around here.”
Maybe he should have thought through the offer. Not every woman felt comfortable visiting a strange guys apartment. Did he count as a strange guy? There was the age difference, and the fact her saw her as a mom figure, and also the fact he was gay. He felt like those were plenty of excuses for them to not have to worry much. As she finished the soil, he took the dish and quickly got it soaking, feeling much springier now that her blood had done its job. If nothing else, work would be easier. Maybe he could get her the much owed cup of coffee this week.
He listened to her describe the bad date, and he put a hand to his face in genuine dismay, ”Stars, that does sound rough! I get a few girls at the coffee shop who mean well, but they are a bit oblivious to the necessary hints I’m not interested.”
He paused, noting the time. It would be getting dark soon and he felt his nose wiggle slightly with worry. ”How far away is your home? I should go with you. You have had a long day now thanks to me.” he fretted, hoping she wouldn’t be wandering around after dark.
"I would love that, Zaid. It would be nice to get out of my own house every now and then." She smiled and it reached her eyes. She was genuinely happy with the prospect. She chuckled at his comment about girls not leaving him alone. "I can see why though. You're cute as a button so it must be very tempting."
She ended up checking the time on her phone and blinked at the time, "Woah, time really flew by, huh?" Standing and heading to gather up her stuff while tapping a few things into her phone, she tried to dissuade his worry.
"It's okay, I am going to get a ride share." Turning from her packed bag she headed over to him. "What you should do is rest some more. You are still healing even now, and if you push yourself too hard you'll end up sore again by tomorrow."
She looked him over one more time, a happy glow on her face at seeing him finally on the up n' up. "What excuse am I going to need to have to come barging over here next time, what with you finally healing." She chuckled.
Her phone chimed. Checking it showed that her ride was here already.
"That was quick!" She shouldered her bag and turned back. "I would have had a much longer day had I not come at all, since I would be at home worrying myself silly over you!"
Stepping forward to give him a light hug if he accepted it. "I promise I will be fine on the way home. I've used zuber's before with no problems." She giggled and headed for his front door. "No one will kidnap me on my way home. Would you like me to text you when I get there? I don't want you worrying all night either."
Andrea agreed to have dinner again sometime! This was the most excited he had ever been about the prospect of food with someone on a non romantic level. He would have never guessed they would become friends like this when they first met. Even with the snakes, she was becoming one of his favorite people. Being one of his favorite people meant he was very keen on ensuring her safety.
Even if she called him cute. He blushed and his ears flicked down with the praise. It made him look twice as adorable. ”Stars, your going to keep me blushing again. The compliments will go to my head if you continue!”
The Zuber was there faster than he expected, and he glanced toward the window, his ear trying to pick up the sound of the car. Sadly, he was too far away for that. He wondered if it would look suspicious if he followed her out. Accepting the hug, his tail wiggled once with a pleased thump. She would be safe. She was getting a ride. He still nodded as he pulled back, looking kick stern.
”You better text! If I don’t hear from you I would have to track you down! I only have a couple friends right now, I need to keep you safe!” how dare she mock about getting kidnap? What if the universe heard her comment! The universe was a big fan of irony and you did not tempt that.
"Okay, okay! I promise I will let you know a soon as I walk in my door." The Greek laughed, hiking her bag up a little as she prepared to go.
"And i'll call you here soon to set up our first dinner. I expect a coworker of mine is going to try and set me up on another date soon, and you will be the first person to hear about it after!"
Waving a little wave and with a few more parting words, she was on her way down to the street to meet her car. She was relieved Zaid was safe and healthy, happy that she seemed to have another true friend to talk to, and so very, very tired. She was going to go home, text Zaid as promised, and probably crash on the couch with a book in hand.
She smiled through the window at his complex as her car pulled away.