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 continued to toy with her golden locks spouting an answer that wasn't really an answer. "I would say yes, but I try to not be greedy." That made her smile. He'd implied several things just with a simple statement, all of them flattering. His hands then ran along her skin gently, an intimate gesture. Now that her charge was simmering at a relatively low level, Lori was comparatively docile.
"I was just thinking that was very good." "Thinking and knowing are two different worlds, Sugar." The laughter was evident in her voice even if her face was still pressed against his shoulder. She was beginning to relax again. This was Mars, the thinker. He would find the right question before asking it. She was sure of it. They fell into a shared silence, perhaps both thinking of previous events or waiting for the other to speak first. Naturally, Lori broke down first.
"Could you take me there?" She pulled back, rolling her body slightly away from his so that she could turn her face up to see his and measure his reaction. "To the black place that you all disappear to... is that possible?" Her blue eyes were back to the clear inquisitive state. As if hardly anything had passed between them earlier and they weren't now laying comfortably on Venus's bed with a lot less clothes than they'd started out wearing. "Oh and your room." She smiled and there seemed to be very little behind it, it may have even been relatively genuine. "it's only fair I get to see that, right? I mean... wouldn't want Venus coming back anytime soon with that broken door handle..."
"It is very possible and could be arranged, though I warn you, its like no other place you've been... Not in a bad way, it is simply not of this world."
"Wicked." She smiled up at him ready for the adventure into the space that was tucked away somehow and connected to Abyss's mind. His serious tone did nothing to dissuade her. She wanted to know.
"My room, we could go see as soon as you like, and yes its more than fair..." Well that was as much of an invitation as she needed. Lori started to pull the silk sheets around herself like an elegantly draped ball gown without bothering to sit up at all.
"Don't worry about the door knob, those break often enough around us, Just be glad it wasn't the door or the door frame." She wasn't worried about the door knob. She wasn't even really worried about them being exposed except that she didn't want to give the impression that she was giving away freebies for the brothers... or for anyone actually.
Mars stopped her fumbling with the sheets with a serious look and Lori felt something uneasy drop in her chest. "About this, and us." She started to turn away, sliding toward the opposite edge of the bed as he spoke. "I want you to know that I enjoyed myself, or enjoyed you rather as the case may be." She tensed, here it came. The worst part of everything. For some reason his tone felt like there was a negative ending to this conversation. Maybe that was her pessimistic dread that was building.
"What we do from here is your prerogative," Huh? That wasn't the usual starter. She turned to look at him over her shoulder, the silk still wrapped around her like the train of a dress.
"if you would like to remain discrete, or become obvious, Build this into something else or simply settle back into something more along the lines of friendship, Perhaps just see what happens. I am open to any of those." She opened her mouth, ready to pick an option, but he still wasn't finished, "I will warn you though, if we find ourselves alone in a bed, You very well may, find me irresistible." Lori threw back her head and laughed, falling back against the bed in mirth. He reached out to rest his hand on her hip again and she closed the distance between them, pulling herself half on top of him, arms on either side of his shoulders with her face just above his. Her yellow hair fell around their faces like a privacy curtain.
"Look at me, I can hardly keep myself away." She laughed in a sultry tone. He was irresistible: a fountain of knowledge at her disposal and not a bad intellectual companion... that wasn't even mentioning his performance here today. His bulk let him shrug off a lot of electric cast off without much permanent damage. It was no rock-boy resistance, but it was nice to know that the offer was open and Mars was still willing. "I can't promise you anything. I hope you weren't looking for an ewwy-gooey girlfriend, I screw that up so bad every time." She kissed him sweetly on the nose a real mischievous gleam in her eyes. "But I promise not to make your life hell if you stay out of mine. I like your style." She smiled sweetly before pulling away in a swift motion and wrapping herself up in the silk again. That was probably the closest she'd come to telling anyone she actually enjoyed their company... Years had passed and some of her supposedly closest friends had gotten less. Lori slid off the bed and gathered her clothes under one arm and seemed fully ready to walk the halls in her silk drapery.
“I didn’t ask for promises, and I wasn’t, particularly the ewy gooey kind.” He wrinkled his nose a little bit to emphasize his point. She loved that part.
He wagged a finger at her playfully when she'd so soon forgotten her own words. “A promise so soon after saying no promises... that sounds very agreeable to me.”
"Augh! You're right!" She grabbed at his chest though she was really frustrated at herself. When she made promises, she very often didn't mean them. That was why she'd said the bit about promises in the first place. "I shall try then. Glad you agree." She amended herself. She would try.
He hummed lightly Bruckner’s sixth, the same tune the radio had been softly sounding out when they had started this little chat. He seemed to look around, deciding something before he picked her up and held her at an appropriate loin-cloth like level. Lori laughed. She hated to be picked up, it was a control thing, but for some reason she hadn't minded this. It was too funny. He was bending door knobs and walking around naked, but carrying her as daintily as one might carry a cup full of scalding tea, afraid to spill it or harm the fine china.
It was only three doors away, thankfully. "Are all of you so close on this hall?" She asked curiously as he paused and shifted her weight to open an unlocked door. If she'd only known it was unlocked and started with this one! She made a mental note to check all the doors for unlocked ones before breaking anything to enter somewhere. Lori's hawk eyes feasted on the logic and order of Mars's room. It was what she would have wanted her own space to look like, really. Maybe a bit more color and it was in a severe lack of silk, but it was very conducive to actually achieving something.
“A bit humble compared with my brothers tastes, but I find it more comfortable for the day to day life and much more useful.”
"It's nice, but couldja maybe put me back on my own two feet, Pumpkin? I'm dying to fix that denominator." She nodded to his white board. From what she could tell the formula was missing a vital variable, no doubt the cause of his hang up. One had to remember their formulas correctly and use that solid foundation to make complex problems like those into something solvable. It just so happened that the formula she was eyeballing was a physics formula, one of her areas of expertise.
Lori perked up at the mentioning of an empty room just to the left. How... convenient. She was just beginning to think the Order wasn't a bunch of babbling idiots with too much world destruction on their mind.
Lori tossed the bulk of sheet over her shoulder like a toga and stepped up to the board. Academia was her true calling. So far the only job she had kept for over a year was being a lab assistant at a testing facility. Her science mind was actually put to use in the laboratory setting and it suited her just fine. Mars watched slack jawed as she added the elusive variable. She then used her finger to smudge out the parts that were then made wrong by the change and let the dominos follow through.
She marked the answer in slowly as her eyes were actually checking her work for errors. Satisfied, Lori snapped the cap loudly back into place with a sense of finality before turning back to Mars. She laughed giddily at his expression. A salad of disbelief dashed with bits of ire and frustration all dressed with appreciation.
"Physics was one of my majors." She shrugged and handed him the white board marker before hefting her silk toga up so that she could hop onto his bed. She wasn't about to play chess with him, though the sitting chairs did look nice. She rather preferred the intimate chat they'd managed before.
"Hmm.. now where did we leave off?" She put her finger that was smudged with black from the dry erase board up to her chin as she mentally ran through her checklist of questions. She actually hadn't gotten very far considering all the side avenues of questions which which Mars had tempted her. She decided to go with a bomb of a question next. The door was closed, it was time to keep Mars on his toes. "This Haywire stuff," She motioned casually as if people talked of viral weapons all the time, "after the Order weaponizes it, honestly, what are they thinking is going to happen?" She'd revealed a great deal of her knowledge base right there. His reaction alone should prove very interesting.
He climbed into the bed and pulled the comforter over his lower half with only his tail waving about freely much like a cat that had been eyeing something to pounce on again. Though when Lori spoke, she did indeed get a satisfactory answer. She saw his eyes flick toward the white board and Lori's eyebrows raised. So it had been a formulaic reference to casualties. She hadn't understood every variable, but she knew the application. And now they both knew the results.
“I doubt they are thinking much about what is going to happen past destruction and the fact that they won’t but immediately susceptible to the virus.” Lori turned to look at the white board, eyes flicking to the charts he referenced now with complete understanding when he fully revealed every morbid facet to his calculations.
“I personally think it is too much, but I won’t abandon the order particularly with how keen they are, on going through with it. There are too many unknowns..."
Lori tried to remain detached. Those were projections. Numbers not lives. It wasn't her virus. It wasn't her problem. It didn't have to be... Yet. She sighed. The problem was... now that she knew, what would she do with that information?
"I was afraid of this." She shook her head and flopped backward onto the bed. "They really haven't thought this stuff through."
He turned to her, having finished explaining the white board. His eyes seemed to be sizing her up, searching for something. “I won’t ask who or how you know, but only let you know that with your limited experience with the group, That is dangerous knowledge that you have been given. Be wary of who you drop such bombshells on. If the wrong person perceived you as a threat, instead of curious and rightfully so, then things could become a lot more complicated for you."
"Yeah, yeah. Do I look like an idiot to you? I'm not going to broadcast the stupidity of this stuff before I've even met Syn." She scooted backward on the bed until her neck and head were cushioned on the pillow of his thigh with only the comforter between them. This is why she'd broached the topic with Mars. Not only had he proved himself the smartest person she'd met as of yet in the entire Sanctuary, but he seemed to have a similar way of thinking about things. Had she known what he'd known, she would have been drawing up the same diagrams.
"Have you shown those to anyone? The charts and such? Can they not see the logical fallacies or is it just chaos that they want?"
"... I’d advise a similar outlook as mine, perhaps with time and trust you might even be able to help me get them to see reason.”
She sighed again folding her dainty hands across her silk covered stomach. Time and trust. She tapped her fingers against the baks of her own hands as she thought. She'd have to burn some bridges to build new ones. To spend time here would build trust... to build trust with these people... well, that was definitely like joining in the family. She still wasn't sure she wanted to do so. Putting down roots at the Sanctuary would probably mean a bit of a change in lifestyle. Without knowing it, Mars had proposed quite a bit for her to think about.
"I asked about Haywire because I wasn't sure I wanted to stick around." She admitted, wanting to hear his thoughts in response to her own. Her eyes flicked down to the white board again before moving to meet Mars's red eyes. She didn't normally stick.
"...merely me seizing an opportunity to give advice to one who might actually heed it.”
He explained why he had not shown his math around and she nodded. Lori understood wanting to double check your numbers before showing them off. Especially if someone else understood the process behind it. There was logic that was being overlooked here. And yet... Lori also understood the appeal of just trying something just for the heck of it without thought to the consequences. There was something to be said about being free and Those thoughts warred inside her as she rolled onto her side, facing away from Mars. Lori absently pulled her hair up from around her shoulders, spilling the golden strands up and away from her neck and the silk knot that held up her impromptu dress.
“...will we be able to put the lid back on Pandora’s Jar, before even hope has escaped us?”
Lori 'Hmmm'ed in response. There was so much to think about. Would her presence here actually bring sanity? That thought seemed laughable somehow.
"Your curiosity is well founded and your doubts more so." He paused and his next words sounded slightly despondent. “If you find you don’t want to permanently align yourself with us, then I will at least extend to you the opportunity to return and vaccinate yourself. I wouldn’t stand in your way, even if I thought you would try to find those to thwart us. In this case, I might even cheer on the adversaries as I fought them. I do think that if their eyes were opened to such a world then perhaps the order would deal out its outrage in the fashion it is more accustomed to.”
Now that was an interesting statement. It was good to know that she could still potentially walk away... well, at least that was what they kept telling her. Stupid. Every one of them. "And what is the Order's typical fashion? You mean they don't organize dangerous viral attacks all the time?" Lori turned her face so that she could glance over her own cheek to judge Mars's reaction again. "Why do you stay here? Your brothers?"
Mars leaned over and kissed the length of her pale neck. She was entirely passive now. Too drained to keep up the tough girl act. It rather annoyed her how her charge levels effected her. Her mood, demeanor, pallor, and zip. Everything depended on her charge.
When overly charged, it was a buzz like being just drunk enough to believe you could do anything. When at what she considered normal levels, Lori was aggressive and confident. But now, drained as she was, she was passive as a hungry kitten. Her eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed as she listened to the limitations of the void and the typical actions of the Order. It was all very interesting... but not enough to make her stay.
She hadn't been trying to lure Mars away either, despite her questions. She was just so unsure. Lost. Be a mutant, fulfill her potential... or go back to working three jobs and for the most part suffering at the hands of others. Lori sighed and looked at the adjusted formula.
Was now the time to take charge?
She closed her eyes again relaxing as Mars's hands experimented with pressure and technique. Lori sighed before speaking softly. "Give me a reason to stay?" She wasn't tempting him... or testing him... not on purpose anyway. She wasn't trying to insult him either. She didn't have the energy to do anything drastic with Mars again. Not yet anyway... She just needed a reason, something solid to set her focus on. Something that made sense. She hoped the thinker would think on that and give her a good solid reply because she wasn't really getting very far on her own.
She hugged herself around the middle when he withdrew his hands, she instantly missed the warmth he provided. She was glad she'd asked Mars though. He was practically a friggin brochure.
"No rent, no bills, free room and board... No odd looks... It's nice to have somewhere to call home, Its nice to have a place where you know no matter what comes chasing you all the way, once you get there you are home free because to mess with you, they have to mess with fifty other mutants." Even though Lori was still facing the other direction she still smiled in time with Mars. It was a convincing image even if it was fictitious. He made it sound like a cute little gang or mafia.
"Plus, you'd go into with drawls." He laughed heartily and flopped onto the bed hard enough that she bounced, entirely clearing the top of the comforter for a brief second. She heard him yawn behind her it definitely took will power not to join him in that. He summarized his main points, refreshing her memory as any good speaker does when ending his speech. It made her smile again.
Mars laid down next to her except facing the ceiling. She could tell because it was his shoulder she felt against her back, not his chest or back or tail.
"give me one reason you shouldn't stay."
"Because there's always a catch." She stated almost as soon as he'd finished speaking. What would they do? If she dropped a great heap of trouble in their lap? She mused tiredly. Would they make it worse like at the club? Yeah. It was probably best to keep to herself, watch out for herself as she had for so many years. Clearly, she had some trust issues. "Because there's no guarantee you'll even make it back to the doors in time for back up. Because in this life, nothing is free." She sat up then, combing her fingers through her hair and making movements like she was dizzily going to slide off the bed and make for her clothes.
"I could probably give you twelve more without even going into the problem that is Haywire." The magical Fairyland of freedom and safety wasn't real. Yeah, it was time to go home. Back to the cruel mistress that was life. Lori smiled to herself. At least she'd gotten some interesting information without having to answer too many questions herself. Mars was a valuable resource. She'd probably be back to visit if only to check his math... or if she got herself into some trouble that she couldn't dig herself out of.
Maybe she would test that theory... the fifty mutant back up squad to bail you out of trouble that you brought home. Home mattered not and Lori could get into trouble. It was practically her middle name right along with accidental destruction and chaos.
“I suppose, but is there really all that less of a catch outside of here?”
"At least I know how it works out there." These people. She just couldn't figure them out. Were they idiots or brilliant coconspirators? Did they even know the answer themselves? She smirked. Probably not.
“We deliver as well." "All the way out to 116th? Wow, service with a smile." She teased feebly. "And if you are going out looking for trouble, you could probably take some of us with you, and avoid needing to run at all.” She didn't typically go out looking for trouble. True, she'd gotten brave in the last few months... scratch that, stupid. She'd been stupid in the last few months. Why was she still here talking again?
“You could also stand a nap before you go would be my guess, and right here is a good place for one... I’d help you set up next door…”
"You're cute, kid." Once she got moving it would get better. After all, it wasn't physical fatigue she was battling. Lori pulled the knot at her neck loose and then tossed the whole silk sheet at Mars, mister supportive hands.
"If memory serves me, the Sanctuary got busted around Registration..." She pulled on her undergarments as she voiced more concerns. "Where was the Order then? And who's to say this place isn't gonna get shot up tomorrow?"
She was pulling up her skirt by the time he'd found his way out of the sheet. Lori cracked her knuckles before sliding the yellow shirt over her head, pulling her long hair out of the collar in a practiced manor. She pulled her wire bangles up higher around her wrist and started moving her hands, strain apparent in her arms as she did so. She offered no explanation and there seemed to be no particular pattern or seeming rhyme or reason. She was passing the metal wires through her personal magnetic field. They would induce a current that she would then absorb. It was simple physics.
It took time, but she didn't need much to get going again. Almost immediately the effects were apparent as some of her color returned to her skin. She was a long way off from normal, but not so far off from sassy.
“This building will never been taken by such a surprise again, we learned our lesson well from the last time. Anyone who opposes us on our on front porch again, will be in for a very big surprise.”
She toyed with the idea that she could probably find out the exact parameters of the defenses around this place. She wasn't planning to storm the Bastille... but she was almost certain that a human hate group would pay top dollar for that kind of information. Too bad she just didn't see herself selling out the Sanctuary any time soon. Human hate groups weren't the safest place for a cute little mutie like Charge to prance into. She wasn't even sure that what she had gathered as of yet was sell worthy. Haywire? The people who wanted to know that probably already did. And it wasn't like she had intended to spy. It had simply been her intention not to get mixed up with idiots. Now that she was pretty sure that most of them were idiots... well, maybe they deserved to get sold out...
Mars slipped into some of his own clothes, obviously special made since they were big and tall and had just the right place for a tail to come out without exposing a single non-tail bit of flesh. Lori was actually a bit surprised that he hadn't reacted to her derisive comment about how cute he was being. He either knew it and liked it or...
“If you leave, we’ll be here if you change your mind.” He gave her a sweet peck on the cheek. Cute. Sickeningly so. If he was any more cute... seriously there might be vomit.
“Are you alright?”
One of Charge's personality flaws? Show no weakness... unless it'll get you the upper hand. She was too drained to pull a stunt or even act a part. It was too troublesome so the 'real' Lori was coming out. The Lori that maintained the opinion that everything could be achieved by oneself. That meant another full minute of virtual pushups using the resistance of her magnetic field. No wonder she was strangely fit.
"Of course I'm fine." No other explanation needed. She ran her fingers through her hair one more time after she'd built up enough charge to guarantee that she wouldn't just collapse into a useless puddle once outside of the doorway. She had every intention of walking out of this place on her own two legs. In fact, now was just as good a time as any to leave the Sanctuary and never come back.
Lori wiggled her fingers at Mars before heading for the door. He didn't seem to have any more questions or outright objections to her leaving. Geo and Mars both had said that she could leave whenever. It was time to test that theory. "I'd say that I'd call..." She yawned and made for the doorknob, "But me an' technology aren't on the best of terms right now." She shrugged wrapping her fingers around the cool metal. It was true. She hadn't owned a cell or laptop for quite some time. It had just gotten too expensive to replace them every time she'd lost control near by... in fact. She hoped that she hadn't inadvertently ruined anything of Venus's while playing in his room. Electromagnetic fields were funny like that sometimes. "Give my regards to Jupiter." She winked at Mars, opened the door, and was out in the hall quick as lightning.