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.
The bitter, grudging tone Isabel used as she bit out the words between clenched was almost, almost, enough to make the elemental smirk. It was immensely satisfying to see the girl humbled after dealing with her normally brash and belligerent personality for so long. Things were still in a delicate stage however and so the hessian kept his expression blank and his tone neutral as he inclined his head towards the girls back and replied.
“I’d be happy to Isabel, and since you asked so nicely you may have this back.”
Waving his left hand in a cursory manner the elemental stretched out his will, sending a single claw of wind through the remaining rubble of Isabel’s osseous fort to snag the somewhat moth eaten blue blanket he’d given her earlier. The cloth twisted in the air for a brief moment before it unfurled as Zephyr flexed his fingers and gently draped itself across the shivering soubrette’s bare shoulders.
“I’ll be just a few minutes; I’ll knock when I return otherwise I’d suggest you keep the door locked.” So saying the hessian took a slow, deep breath; holding it for just a moment before he allowed the air inside him to spread and expand as he forced flesh and blood into the uncomfortable, but manageable, ethereal state and drifted out of the room through the air vent.
Finding Isabel’s room was not precisely difficult, even for one who was technically blind. The bonemancer had gone out of her way to decorate the door and surrounding wall with numerous ivory thorns to ensure that her abode was immediately recognizable and thus likely deter unwanted guests. Still, Zephyr rather doubted Duskmoor would mind his brief presence in her room, especially given the favour he was doing her.
Drifting in through the ventilation system the elemental allowed himself to glide silently to the floor and briefly examine the room for any other signs of life before gathering his essence and becoming tangible once more. He blinked in the sudden darkness which met his eyes momentarily disoriented before his mind resettled itself and he flicked on a light and glanced around the room.
He hadn’t been entirely certain what to expect and thus could not truthfully say was he impressed or disappointed with what his companion had done with her living quarters. The sight of the chipped, and in some cases bloodied, NYPD badges pinned to one wall surprised him not the least whereas the strangely made nest of blankets and pillows resting in one corner room and covered in red fur was utterly unexpected. He’d had no idea that Isabel possessed the self-discipline or tolerance needed to care for a pet, especially one which would need a bed so large.
Curious though the discovery was however Zephyr soon pushed it to his mind; he wasn’t here to spy or meddle and if he took too long it was possible Isabel could lose patience and attempt to leave. No he’d needed to be quick, and as he opened the soubrette’s closet and saw the rows of green slacks and buttoned down white shirts, he realized that Isabel was roughly the same height, if not build as himself and that she likely wouldn’t miss one of her ‘uniforms’.
A minute or so later Zephyr had dressed himself comfortably, if not fashionably, in a set of Isabel’s every day attire and was in the process of folding another set into a green duffle bag he’d found discarded in the back of the closet. A few additional moments were then spent examining the wardrobe and removing strands of what appeared to be cat hair from a set of undergarments before they too were added to the duffle bag.
When nothing else of immediate need came to the elementals mind, he slung the bag over his shoulder, undid the lock to Isabel’s room and strode barefoot back to the infirmary. If anyone found it curious that a relatively unknown young man had just left the bonemancers room wearing her somewhat recognizable attire, they wisely did not comment upon it.
Upon returning to the private ward room he’d left Isabel in, the hessian rapped his knuckles across the wood once to announce himself before he flexed his will and the door seemingly unlocked itself, allowing him inside before deftly closing behind him as he stopped a few feet away from Isabel, and offering the bag.
“This should have everything you need, is there something you’d like to say?”
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
No reply was given as Zephyr agreed to fetch something for her to wear. Isabel simply ground her teeth and rolled her eyes. Could he possible torment her any more? She didn't think so. At least, not without stepping over the line that had been set and making good on his threats. Though she'd rather not dwell on that if she could help it. Contending with the stupid insistence on manners was enough irritation without adding threats on top of it.
She sat perfectly still as the wool blanket lifted itself back up off the floor as he spoke, or rather was lifted by the invisible influence of the young man's mutation, and fairly carefully draped across her bare shoulders. Maybe if he wasn't being such a jerk it could have been considered a kind gesture. She almost tore the thing off of herself to throw back on the floor out of spite, but thought better of it. If she discarded the old blanket it could very well be taken as an indication that she didn't want or need any additional coverage and would be left to her own devices to figure out how to get back to her room.
When the room finally fell silent again and remained that way for a few minutes, Isabel hazarded a glance over he shoulder to see if the young man really had left the room since she hadn't heard the door open and close to signal his departure. She gave a sigh and relaxed the littlest bit when it was determined that she was no longer sharing a room with a naked young man. At least, she was pretty sure she wasn't doing so anymore.
And now all she had to do was wait and hope that Zephyr came back and wasn't making a fool out of her yet again. She gave another sigh as boredom very quickly set in. She didn't like waiting and she didn't like being confined, particularly in such a small space. She got to her feet before she remained on the bed for too long by herself and slipped her way between the two sheets of bone that were still standing. She hefted the blanket just high enough to leave the majority of her legs bare and allowed the bone structures and the shattered pieces on the floor to be absorbed back into her body as her skin brushed past them.
Once that was done, she had little to do but go back to waiting. Thankfully it didn't take too much longer for the predetermined knock to sound on the other side of the door. She'd barely gotten half way around the bed to answer it when Zephyr let himself in, carrying her duffel bag with him and wearing a rather familiar outfit.
She just sort of stared at him as he approached, her gaze interrupted when the bag was offered to her, which she readily took. She retreated back a few steps, unzipping the bag as she went and inspecting the contents. At least he'd grabbed something normal for her to wear. She stalled another moment before reluctantly offering "Yeah, thanks, whatever."
Her inspection of the bag paused when the removal of the shirt revealed that the young man had decided to put a pair of her underwear into the duffel as well. It was probably a well-intentioned act, but it was still rather embarrassing. He'd probably had to have done a little searching to find the correct place that she kept most of her clothing and had stumbled upon her collection of undergarments. Eying him somewhat suspiciously she found herself really hoping that the pair she'd discovered was the only pair he'd taken.
"You can leave now," she stated rather pointedly as she placed the bed between him and herself. Fortunately for her, her toes happened to brush against a decently sized shard of bone that she had missed under the edge of the bed frame and quickly multiplied its size, throwing up a sort of divider in font of her so she could dress in relative peace. She wasn't about to walk past him and head into the small bathroom, especially with his demonstrated skill of overcoming locks. She felt much more secure behind the results of her own mutation.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
As Isabel snatched the bag from his grasp and quickly retreated to examine her prize like the distrustful child she seemed so intent on being Zephyr simply waited, his eyes briefly roving over the room and noting the conspicuous absence of ivory rubble before his gaze flickered back to his companion and a faint smirk tugged at his lips as the girl gave her rather reluctant thanks.
“You’re welcome. I’d tell you not to mention it but-”
"You can leave now,"[/color] The words were accompanied by a sudden hissing as a sheet of white shot from behind the bed and rose to the ceiling, neatly dividing half the length of the room and blocking the soubrette from the elementals sight, if not his other senses, causing him to raise a questioning brow as he adopted a dry tone.
“Was that truly necessary?” After all, by this point it she couldn’t really show him anything he hadn’t already seen. The hessian kept that thought to himself however as he quietly strode to the all but forgotten assortment of scrap fabric which had been the two mutants clothes. After sifting through it for a short time he quickly found the remnants of his wallet and, surprisingly, the entirety of his phone which seemed to have somehow managed to survive the ethereal shift.
Not one to question his good luck Zephyr simply pocketed the few cards and other useable pieces he could from the scraps of his wallet and idly powered up his phone as he turned to leave. Pausing briefly as a grin tugged at his lip when he noticed that he’d received a small collection of images from a rather… familiar, contact.
“Don’t forget your phone Isabel, you’re going to need it in the coming day daresay you’ll need it in the coming days." He chuckled briefly, “I’ll be in touch.”
The future, it seemed, was going to be quite interesting.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."