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.
He maintained steady eye contact as he replied to her comment about this all being meant to be. "I have always believed in fate." He let the tension of the moment hold for just a second before they started moving again. He looked up at the apartment when she asked about his powers.
"I've had my powers...about a week. I'm pretty solid with them already. I've always been good that things like that." He shrugged a bit. By the time she keyed in the code to the door he was already reaching for it. Modern chivalry was second nature to him, to the point where he'd once held the door open for someone at a convention hall and been stuck there for 5 minutes as people flowed in. It was okay, though, lots of people said thanks. Some said sorry. He just smiled through it.
Her going to the mail slots reminded him as well, and he jumped to checking his own. "Your power must be second nature to you by now, then, after having it so long." The ever present smile on his face widened as he saw a letter for his dad in his box. That was just like pops, to take time from his busy day to write his son. He held the letter in his free hand as he turned to wait for the elevator with her.
"I am, actually. My first day is tomorrow. I plan to speak to someone about joining the X-Men as well. It's an honored institution, and has had a hand in raising some of the most prolific heroes in the city. I figure it's a great way to get a head start." He nodded as the doors opened and he walked in, pressing the 3 button, and pausing to look over to her.
"A week? Yeesh, sounds like you're a natural." Was he good at everything? Everything~?
She had no mail, other than a light bill and some ads already. She didn't fail to notice what looked like a letter with handwritten to and from addresses though. Mista been nice having someone to get letters from.
"It's like a second skin, yes." It was always tempting to show it off to people, but, considering her night job, she often held back to a degree. "Don't even register that i'm using it half the time." It was a lie, but she thought it made her seem more mysterious.
Once they were in the elevator she nodded. "So i've heard." She pursed her lips a little. "I always liked that Masochist guy. Heard about him alot even over in the dirt states. Guy was ripped. Shorter than you though." She whistled, rocking on the balls of her feet a little. She'd tap that too. Didn't care that he was old as dirt.
Eventually they had ascended to the third floor. It dinged charmingly as the doors opened.
He gave an affirmative head tilt when she called him a natural. That was the word for it. He'd been called that at so many things by this point that it was sorta old at this point. Not that that stopped him from kindly thanking anyone who went for that compliment. People liked to thank people, why not give them the satisfaction of enjoying it?
His eyebrows lifted a bit as she stated how close she was with her power by now. He was a little jealous as that. He could already do a lot with his tool set, but he still couldn't wait until it all smoothed out even more. He almost asked what her power was, but he'd decided once he knew she was a mutant that he would have to try and guess it. Call it super hero practice. He would have to gauge people's power super fast with little info if he ever had to apprehend other mutants, right?
She chatted him up in the elevator and he nodded thoughtfully. "I think the Masochist is pretty cool... Not a lot of people were so active for so long... I kinda like the Alchemist... Oh, or Cold Steel, though. A little more... I dunno, more heroic? You have to look the part, too, you know? Being unkempt doesn't help with the image. Also... Spandex? Really? In this day and age?" He shook his head shamefully as the doors opened. He walked down the hallway, headed toward his room.
"So, how do you like the complex so far? You mentioned you've been here a month, right?"
"It takes all kinds." She stated simply, expression becoming a little bit bored as she stared straight ahead. "Some folks don't wanna trust the clean cut types. Some want to see scruff, or people still struggling with their nature." Man, she didn't like having to put much thought into stuff. Real downer on the mood. "Human nature is placing your ideal image of something on the closest possible match." She glanced up at him through her lashes without moving her head. "Appearances shouldn't really matter if the job is still getting done... And yeah, the spandex was a little silly, but man did it ever show everything off."
The doors opened and she stepped out, heading for her room as well.
"It's been a little quiet, but it always is after moving into a new place. You gotta let it break in before all the little problems start to creep up." Transferring her bags awkwardly to one arm, she set about fishing her keys out. "My heaters been out for a bit, so there's that. Management doesn't seem too keen on jumping at repairs."
A truth. Her heating system had been on the fritz now for a few days. With temperatures dropping outside it was more than noticeable. Thankfully for her she had a few decent blankets, and a new pile of clothing to keep the chill at bay.
"But it's whatever. All apartment are like that. I've lived in a dozen or more since I left home."
Ohh, had he struck a little bit of a nerve, there? She was hard to draw a reaction from, aside from the obvious, which she reverted back to quickly. Still, it showed that depth to her that interested him just a bit. "No arguing there... Pretty sure he has more solved cases and criminal apprehensions than most of the Heroes in the city... Still, I feel like people feel safer when you don't show up with a scruffy beard smelling a little like alcohol... I am projecting a little bit, though, yeah. I want to be that hero that people see as a shining example. Spotless. I want to make people feel safe just... Knowing someone like me exists."
He Shrugged. "I guess that's probably a little megalomeniacle, but what can I say?"
She mentioned her heater was having troubles. "Oh... Well, if you want I might be able to look at it some time. I'm handy with that kinda stuff, too." His father had lost a lot of... motivation for anything after his mother had passed, so he'd had to take care of such things, and he'd always done better at learning it and fixing it himself rather than getting an expert in and bothering his father to pay.
He turned to her after she mentioned moving a lot, one eyebrow a little quirked. "Huh... You can't be much older than 20... How long have you lived alone?" As he'd mentioned before, this was his first time living alone. She was far more experienced than he at all of this. Hell, he wasn't even paying his own bills at this point.
She looked at him, and there was a dull look in her eyes for a moment before the spark snapped back into them. "Can't argue with that, I suppose. Hell, maybe after a while you'll inspire more of your type to pop up all over the place... and hey! Leave alcohol alone, it's some of my best friends."
In regards to her heater, she paused while sliding her key into her lock. "That sounds exactly like an intro line for a porno." She snickered immaturely for a moment, "But in all seriousness management wouldn't want just anyone messing with their shit. Might break a lease rule if you're not careful with that."
She blinked at him as her age came into question. "I'm 19. I've been on my own since 15." Three years wasn't much, but in that time she'd been in at least a dozen or more different apartments across a few states. "My parents moved to Hawaii and joined up with that skeezy Buddhafield cult, sooo... here I am. Living my best life."
He nodded. "Can you imagine that? Inspiring a whole generation of heroes to help make the world a better place. But I don't want to get ahead of myself. For now, I'll be me, and the rest will fall in line." His brow furrowed for a moment when she mentioned cheesy porn flicks.
Still, he supposed she had a bit of a point with the heater situation. "Well, it's getting cold, and mines working. If you ever need to warm up a little bit you can come over, okay?" He gently set the slightly soggy bags he was holding down next to her door, looking up as she mentioned how long she'd been alone.
"Wow... I'll admit, this is my first time being alone." He wasn't sure what she was talking about when it came to the cult. He only focused on hero-centric news, so a hippy cult existing in Hawaii was new to him. "Do you like living alone?" He was about to do that for the first time, and honestly he was a little nervous at the prospect. No accountability, no safety net? He would have to hold himself to his standards of cleanliness from back home.
Though, honestly, he was sorta sure it would be easier not having to pick up after his dad, too. Hmm... Was his house full of trash by now?
Junipers eyebrows shot up in surprise when he invited her into his own apartment. She's spent the last 15 minutes making very obvious passes at him that he had deflected. "Thanks." She was a little caught off guard by the niceness. This guy was weird. Maybe he was secretly a serial murderer in his off time.
She skipped any further pleasantries, unsure of how to respond to that further. She pushed her door open a little to start putting her bags inside and a black and white fluffball raced out from inside in a blur. The feline wound himself around her legs in a few quick circles, before stopping to sniff a few bags.
"You'll do fine." She replied back to Xavier, reaching down to scratch her cat behind the ears in greeting. Said feline turned to the blonde giant next, focusing it's only eye on him. The other was missing from a surgical procedure before she had even adopted him years ago. "You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, and if you run into anything confusing you can ask me. I'm pretty familiar with most things by now." Her cat was now throwing itself into twining around Xaviers ankles, purring loudly and leaving fluffy black fur clinging to his costume.
"That's Clyde, by the way. He's as much of a shameless hussy as I am so you'll probably see him a lot."
Xavier watched with a bit of a bemused grin when the slightly cold, promiscuous lady opened her door and a cat came out to greet her. Heh... Birds of a feather, huh?
He reached a finger down to say hi, and was soon being floofed upon. "Well, Clyde, nice to meet you as well." He smirked, and looked up.
"Does that make you Bonnie?" It was a stupid reference, but he couldn't resist. He stood up tall after a moment, and looked to her, about to part ways.
"Well, Juniper, I have to say, it was nice meeting you. I hope to get to know you. I feel like there's something really great under all of the unrelenting passes and attempts to undress me with your eyes." He said it in a way that was... surprisingly disarming? Like, he wasn't offended at all, and he really did feel like there was something great.
He then looked over to his door, and bowed a bit respectively. "Have a nice night! And you too, Clyde!"
With that, the tall man turned and walked over to his door. He had a letter to read!
"Sometimes I go by Bonnie,yes." She smirked back. Oh, that rang true more than he would ever know.
She laughed at his next statement. It had been pretty funny! "I'll try with something other than my eyes next time then." Bending at the waist to scoop up her chonk of a cat, she gave a little wave and parted ways. Shutting and locking her door with a click.
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A few days later she virtually appeared out of thin air on his couch, bundled up in blankets with a visible shiver. It was virtually the crack of dawn but she had heard him moving around doing something already. With his offer that she could come over if she wanted, she didn't even feel slightly bad slipping through the wall like she had.
She had yet to announce herself, but while stifling a yawn she was sure he'd catch on quick. Bits of blond hair were spiking out from under her blankets, and it was clear she was still in her jammies from the night before. Luckily for him she always slept in large comfy shirts and shorts.
"Yo."
A beat passed. "Nice modifications. Landlord's gonna have an aneurysm if he sees." F that greasy douche though, he still hadn't fixed her heater.
"Mind if I warm up a bit?" She was curious as to what he was always doing up so early anyway.
He was only wearing wrist wraps and gym shorts when she passed through the wall. It took him a while to notice. He was too busy dancing around a punching bag he'd built a rig to hang up. Honest to goodness, he made sound effects as he punched the dang thing, stepping forward and to the side to lay a huge haymaker that shook the bag he grunted out a "POW!" before stepping through to the side, kidney kicking and then jabbing quickly twice with a "Thwap- pop pop!"
He'd stepped back to give a dizzying headkick that shook the whole mount when he noticed she was there, and froze in place. W- He looked to his front door quickly, locked. Sliding glass door on the balcony? Not locked. Dang. She was good!
He looked, of course, scary perfect. Like, symetrical and everything, and racked out with an eight pack that wasn't too jagged or bulky. Just right for efficient use of energy and strength.
"Woah, Hey." He replied to her yo, reaching over to grab a towel he'd kept off to the side for sweat. That's right, he was glistening. F@#$ing GLISTENING. It wasn't cold in here, maybe because of the working heater, but likely the man working out at a rapid pace had a hand in heating the room as well.
She commented on the room changes. Huh? It wasn't that big of a deal... He'd only knocked out one wall, and built up some stuff on the others... Additional supports in case he got too rough. He didn't want to destroy the room, after all.
"Uh.. Yeah, feel free to warm up... Saul still hasn't fixed your heater?" He frowned. The guy had seemed pretty nice to him when they'd met, but everyone was complaining that he never actually did his job as a landlord.
"Don't mind me, I was just, you know, daily routine." He finished mopping up the sweat on him and stepped over to his dresser, which was next to his visible, but neatly made bed. As he pulled out a white shirt and popped it on he spoke. "Surprised you're up this early! Sounded like you were up late last night."
She, and the friend she had over, had been a little loud. Still, he could sleep through anything if he wanted to, so he was fine with it.
She sneezed into her blanket and shivered violently for a moment before recovering. "Nah." A sniffle, she rubbed an eye with a fist. "Who knows, maybe he's busy fixing a bunch of other stuff." She shrugged, and her blanket cocoon shrugged with her.
Her eyes trailed after him tiredly as he moved about, but not in a predatory fashion. She was too tired and cold for that, and had scratched that particular itch the night before. "Too cold to sleep." She didn't even seem ashamed for what he had mentioned. He wasn't freaking out over it, so why should she? "Not as cold as a last year in Nebraska, but at least I had those cowboys to keep me warm."
Ah... such fond memories. She'd learned how to use spurs that night.
"If i'm ever too loud just bang on the wall or something. I get real carried away pretty easy." Another yawn, and this time she shrugged out her arms to stretch in a warmer environment. Her back popped audibly and she very nearly purred like claude.
"So this is how you get your beach bod, huh?" It was a lot, but it seemed right up his alley. "I think this might be more effort than a lot of the pro's put in."
He tilted his head a little as she sneezed. "Getting a cold?" There was a little hesitance there. He wasn't a fan of being sick, apparently. He looked at his alarm clock, and then back to her.
"Coffee."
As he started up his old coffee machine he paused for a moment at the mention of cowboys in Nebraska. "Where are you from anyway?" He walked out of the kitchen with two mugs in his hands moments later.
"Eh, if you'll tolerate me being up and loud early, I'm fine with you being loud at night." He knew he tended to make a little sound in the morning. He'd lucked out with a corner apartment and a neighbor who didn't have room to complain.
He set her coffee on the stand next to the couch, and blew on his own to cool it. He leaned against the wall, looking at his book case across the room as she asked about the workout. "This? Not really... it's more for form and thought. I lift weights and do more cardio to stay in shape."
The super hero took a sip of his coffee, and then turned on the radio, listening to the morning news as he sipped and looked out the window. "So, yeah... This gonna be a regular thing?"
"Nah, just getting warmed up. I don't get sick often. Nothing survives a good ol' fashion vodka purge." That was a joke. She hated vodka.
He said something about coffee but she wasn't paying attention. She was squinting at the spines of all his books trying to figure out what they were. Didn't know more than half of them. The education department of her brain was still sadly lacking so much from her upbringing of sudo sciences and snake oils. Sometimes she really hated her parents for it.
When he came back with coffee she shouldn't have been surprised, but she was. She'd forgotten her initial impression of him from that first meeting. "You are a god, good sir~" As soon as she could she had that hot cup in her hands and primed under her face, soaking up the heat.
"Smack dab in the middle of Ohio." She answered, in regards to where she was from. "About an hour away from civilization and off the grid, because, again, my parents were dirty hippies." There wasn't a hint of anything bitter or sour in her tone. She didn't care enough to get riled up about it anymore.
Equally as surprising was him being okay with her nightly activities. Again, such a strange dude. "Won't bother me none." She'd just buy ear plugs if she needed too. No skin off her nose.
THe way she looked at him as he explained what it was he did for a workout bordered on confusion, as her eyebrows rose a little higher toward her hairline. "Cool, I guess." She'd never really gotten into athletics of any kind. Hadn't gone to school when she was younger, so no intro to sports, and her metabolism just seemed to naturally keep her thin without needed to really work for it. She actually lamented not having more of a bust, or butt. Thick thighs save lives, and hers were like twiggy little french fries.
Then Xavier busted out a question that threw her for a bit of a loop. Maybe it was the time of day or the lack of proper sleep that left her not quite understanding. "Which part? The me coming over- cuz you did totally invite me- or the popping in and surprising you?" A bit of a cattier look bloomed on her face.
"MMM, wouldn't know, I've never been drunk before."
His books were... assorted. The shelf itself was neatly sectioned out, one section for books related to work out, one for history, one for heroes, one for building/sewing/ general handiness. No fiction. His ever present smile widened as she called him a god, and he chuckled. "I'm more of a legend, so says my birth certificate."
His eyebrows lifted as she mentioned where she was from, and her parents once more. "Oh man... I mean, I didn't live in a big city by any means, but it wasn't in the middle of nowhere. You know, you seem much more suited to the city, honestly." He stared out the window a few more moments. He had a gap he could look out where he could see deeper into the city, rather than just staring at the building next door. He could see the early morning sky, the clouds glowing gold and orange.
Her tone changed a bit at his question, and he gave her a little bit of a mystified expression. Had he said something strange? It was almost as if he'd let out a scent, and a predator's temper had been piqued. Now, it was wondering if it should be angry at him. "The randomly appearing out of nowhere. I don't mind, but I'd like to know if I need to cancel naked Tuesdays." He shrugged. "I don't know if I have anything worth hiding. I'm fairly proud of that fact that you pretty much know exactly who I am within ten minutes of meeting me."
He took another sip of his coffee, and then set it down. "So... It was the balcony, right? You got in through there while I wasn't paying attention?" He'd been trying to time things out this whole time. She'd have to be fast and dexterous to get it done, but it was possible.