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 nodded to her skepticism of PBS and smiled. “An offer you can’t refuse, I’ll take it. I’ll meet you just outside.” He noticed that she was all business and decided to go with it; if she wanted to keep the meet up from Sue’s attention he wouldn’t blame her. He waited for Ms. Gage to exit the elevator and then slung the bike up to its perch.
“Have a good day Sue, Ms.Gage.” He waved a casual good bye and began to make his escape of another office and to the freedom of the streets. He got off around five so that would give him plenty of time to prepare his apartment, stop by the library, pick up the necessary transcripts and dvd’s, stop by the bookshop and see if they had those little practice to write booklet things or anything else he could think of. He would also have time to prepare something to eat sense she was getting off late and probably won't have had dinner yet.
"Omigawd, he was totally flirting with you." Sue didn't even wait until Aedus was gone before she gushed at Noel. Noel, on the other hand wanted nothing more to fade back into the scenery like she usually way. What was with today? She had a few more hours to stick out before the end of her shift and suddenly Sue wanted to be her best friend. Joy.
By the time 8 rolled around, the brunette thought her ears would fall off. Once her relief arrived, she went to clock out and change. Her clothes hung like normal in a paper sack from the hangar where her uniform usually went. Also, like usual, there was live seafood in the bottom. This time, the two lobsters had butter knives jammed into the rubber bands that kept them from clawing each other to death. They didn't look menacing, just odd.
Since this wasn't the first time she had found live seafood, it seemed very likely at this point that she had signed up for a seafood delivery service and forgotten about it. Though, why they delivered to her locker, she wasn't sure...
The uniform came off and the street clothes went on. The bottom edges of her sleeve and hoodie smelled a little fishy only because they were in reach of the knife wielding crustaceans, but not too bad. She yanked on her tennis shoes and baggy pants and grabbed the lobsters by the knives to put them in the paper bag that had held her clothes before. Maybe delivery boy would know what to do with them.
Of course, he could forget to show up. She wasn't sure if that's what she was hoping for or not when she took the front door out toward the fountain and the street.
Aedus leaned up against a column as he waited for Noel, he showed up a little bit early in case she decided a night with him and education wasn’t that great of an idea after all. He had been a busy man, He had a stocked fridge with a few meal contingencies, in case she was a vegetarian or vegan, or if she just wanted a snack. Regardless he had food covered. He studied some about how to teach a person to read and where to start.
He picked up a couple of kids dvd’s along with a few movies that he double checked to make sure they had subtitles. He also picked up a stack of books and a couple of those activity books he wanted to find, which was a bit tricky and finally he made himself presentable. He had all of the study material in a back pack in case she opted to not visit his place in which case he stocked up on non bachelor food for nothing and further more he cleaned for nothing.
He was still a bit casual as he had planned for a night in, he wore a light brown form fitting tee shirt and dark blue jeans, his hair was just the right amount of messy. He stopped leaning on the column as Ms.Gage exited the building. “Evening Ms.Gage, It occurs to me I still don’t know your first name.“It wasn’t quite a request for her first, more a simple observation. He could happily go on calling her just that it had a certain ring to it.
“So, are we heading to my apartment or?” He paused to wait for other options.
"Noel." She wasn't sure if it was because he was out of uniform or what, but for some reason she was nervous. She tucked her hair behind her ear, before she'd been all business in her own uniform. Maybe that was it. Maybe she was wishing for hers. "Uhm. I have lobsters." She handed him the bag.
"I don't really... I mean, I rent a room above a gym." She shrugged apologetically because their options were to go to his place or... maybe the library was open for a little while longer? She hadn't thought about where they were supposed to go, but a single room did not have a kitchen.
"I'm okay with whatever and I know how to shoot a gun." That last comment was as much for her own confidence as well as his. If he tried anything... well, she didn't have a gun, but she would totally shoot him once she did.
"So don't even bother trying anything." It was a joke. Sort of.
“Noel Gage, I like it.” His eyebrows rose as he took the bag of Lobsters. “ I will have to look up a recipe but I can certainly figure out how to cook them up, unless they’re pets…?" He said as he was a bit flabbergasted by the greeting. But hey he had stuff that would go along with the Lobsters, he had plenty of veggish sides.
“I’m up for my apartment, so long as you are.” And then his eyebrows were jumping into the air again at her answer. “ that’s cool, maybe you could teach me how to shoot?” He had recently acquired a revolver in a scuffle and wasn’t by any means a marksmen, he knew his way around a handgun, but had little actual practice, so if she had tips, he could use them. Not that he had much use for handguns, then again, he was supposed to help stop a unicorn apocalypse. So, it couldn’t hurt.
Joke or not Aedus decided to address it as she seemed a bit more on edge. “I assure you I’m a gentleman Noel, I wouldn’t try anything.” He paused thinking about that for a moment."Unless, it was a mutual, thing.” He watched her out of his peripherals to see how she took that.
“I figured we’d take a cab unless you’re more comfortable with the subway.” He awaited her preference of travel this time of night a cab would be a bit quicker, but if she wanted to postpone being alone with him, he’d understand.
"They're not pets. I think I signed up for some kind of seafood delivery service and I never know what to do with 'em." She hadn't ever cooked one, but the growing pile of dead ones in the aquarium under her bed was evidence that she wasn't fit to keep them as pets either. "I'm no chef so, you might be on your own. Anyway I couldn't just leave them in my locker." A butter knife peeked over the edge of the bag's lip. She tucked it back down.
"Subway's cheaper." She probably had enough if they split fare, though. "We can... a cab's fine." She wasn't afraid of him. Not exactly. So what if he saw right through her? He was supposed to help her. Fate and crap like that, right?
"Is Sesame Street even on this late?" She put her hand out for a cab. Noel was totally botching this.
The cab rolled up and she held the door for him. Hey. Chivalry wasn't dead.
He looked at her a bit puzzled by the statement of might have signed up for a seafood service, one that she apparently didn’t know how to follow through on, she had seafood delivered to her locker, and she wasn’t sure why. She was interesting he would have to give her that. “That’s good, because seafood sounds delicious. Looks like we both need a lesson on what to do after we boil these bad boys. Add butter and lemon I think. I’m not quite a chef, but I think I qualify for cook status.” He hadn’t cooked Lobster on his own, He was pretty sure most crustacean-ish seafood was strait forward, throw it in a pot of hot water, wait till it changes color and dipping stuff. If not, well that’s what the internet was for
Aedus nodded to the admission that a cab was fine, if she was worried about fair, well he wasn’t he’d take care of it, if she wasn’t stubborn. He had an ace up his sleeve if she was. He didn’t make a argument out of the door opening though it crossed his mind, She wouldn’t have opened the door for him if she didn’t want to. “Thanks. He said getting into the car. “ 72nd’ and 3rd, please Jerome. I wasn’t going to leave the episode to chance, Noel. I checked out some dvd’s at the library.”
The cabbie knew his streets Aedus noted, they were probably the next most competent profession at navigating the streets of New York aside from Currier’s, curriers of course had the advantage of knowing off roads paths and shortcuts as well, they sped along toward his apartment. He looked to the woman next to him, He would have discussed what he had planned, but didn’t want to needlessly spread the fact that she couldn’t read.
"Why are you intent on fitting in the future thing? If it's actually fate or whatever that we're supposed to watch moppets on screen, if you really actually believed that, wouldn't you want to leave it to chance? Or whatever?" Not that she believed in any of that anyway.
God, she wished she had a gun. Just to hold it would make her feel better. She didn't have to shoot anybody. Just have the option.
"If you need shooting lessons, maybe that's how I can pay you for this." Because in this town, nothing was free. The cab swerved around a corner and she pushed against the upholstery in order not to lean into this stranger that she was going home with.
When the cab rolled to a stop, she asked Jerome how much it was so that they could split the fare. She had her man's leather wallet in hand and everything.
“That’s one way to look at it, but what if the reason it happens is because it was shown to me? Besides when I was looking for stuff I thought might be useful to us, it fell off the shelf and hit me on the head. I’m pretty sure if it happened the same way without me knowing, I would have realized it was a good idea. If you don’t want to though, we don’t have to. You seemed into it when we were watching it though. Besides, if this is true than maybe some of the other possibilities are true to.”
He nodded to the lessons. “You don’t owe me anything for this, I want to. Shooting lessons would be great, but only if you want to.” He then shook his head at her. “You got dinner, let me cover this?” He held up the bag of feisty lobsters. Being a gentleman today meant allowing the lady to let you be a gentleman, today’s woman was fiercely independent when she wanted to be and you had to let them be unless you wanted to be ungentlemanly in order to be a gentleman.
After they sorted out the cab fare he pointed out the entrance that they needed and escorted her to his apartment, It was a one bedroom with a tiny kitchenette, an ample living room and decent sized bathroom, it was more than enough for him. The whole place was done up in shades of autumn, reds, yellows, browns and oranges. He hadn’t realized his love of autumn colors stemmed from the fact that it represented the death of trees for the year, before they sprang back to ominous life.
"Sure." She didn't buy the whole 'it fell off the shelf and fate begged him to take it home' thing. "What else did you see?" Was it more about her? Did he see them watching Sesame Street together years later with a kid or something? The idea made her want to quit right here and now.
And then he had to go and point out her contribution toward dinner when she tried to pay for her part of the cab. She wasn't sure if she paid ahead of time for those lobsters or what, but... if she was trying to keep an even tally with him it did make sense for him to pay for the cab. And for her to give him shooting lessons.
"Sure." She seemed to be saying that a lot all of a sudden. "But I would like to pay you for your time. Maybe not tonight. I think all the shooting ranges are closed, but... later." At least a shooting range couldn't be confused as a date. The protective eyewear alone would scare off any one slightly sane.
His place was nice. Nicer than her one room that really belonged to someone else. She didn't really have the option to change the kitty poster on the wall. MacMillan would have been sad to see his kid's stuff torn down.
Noel was awkward at best. This was weird wasn't it? At first she hovered by the door, but when he didn't immediately turn into a homicidal maniac she wandered toward the kitchen which was mostly done in yellows. "I would offer to help, but I don't think you want me to mess it up." She couldn't cook, but she could certainly make sure he wasn't tossing anything weird into the pot. You know, no big bottles marked with skulls and crossbones or severed fingers... "No pressure, but can I watch?"
“Of us? That’s all I got. You, me, amused on the coach and watching.” He said with ease. “The rest, well I got glimpses of some other stuff. for instance that job that Ms.leaner mentioned. I’m going to get it, at the very least I am going to wear a lab coat into Faust Pharmaceuticals at some point. Other than that, my future holds some odd twists I would have never seen coming.”
“I won’t refuse, if you really want to, though I’d prefer to think of it as information sharing between friends than paying and paying back. Either way, I’d like to know how to do it properly. I recently got hold of a revolver, I helped out a kid in a tough spot and ended up taking the gun off of some guy that really shouldn’t own one. Anyhow, I don’t really want to own one if I haven’t trained properly with it. It’s in that side table over there if you want to take a look, and don’t worry it’s not loaded.”
Aedus stared at his phone momentarily, while he put a large pot on the stove and a little one next to it. “According to this article, it looks simple. Boil some water, submerge the lobsters head first. Let them boil for about fifteen minutes, they’ll turn bright red. For flavor melt some butter and add lemon to it. when you are eating them you dip it in the sauce. “
While the water was working on boiling Aedus rinsed the lobsters and avoided their knives, He melted and mixed the lemon butter suace. He put together a simple salad in a bowl, lettuce, cubed tomato, sliced carrot, croutons, a little bit of shredded cheese. He presented three different salad dressings and a plethora of drinks, soda, juice, water, wine, beer.
Aedus set the table as Noel observed, readying their meal for consumption, so far they weren’t getting much studying done, but the night was relatively young.
A revolver? Now that was something she could do. She fished around until she came up with the weapon. Not loaded. He wasn't mistaken about that, but had he known to check the chamber? It was empty except for a tiny spider and its web. "This thing is filthy." She brought it back into the kitchen where the light was better (Yeah, that was it. the light was better.) And wiped it down with a wet cloth. Since he had acquired it, Noel was guessing he didn't have a cleaning kit.
"Head first? After it's boiling? You don't like leave them in there and let them fall asleep peacefully before... you know...?" Okay, she wasn't really attached to them. She was sure they'd be tasty morsels after everything was all said and done, but she wouldn't want to be boiled alive.
She watched him set the table and be all domestic. "It looks like a real meal." She sounded impressed.
“The guy I took it off of was Worse.” He shook his head as he said it. Well now was as good a time as any to find out if she was racist or not. “Some guy watching as a bunch of punks picked on a harmless, no; I take that back a heroic mutant kid. I stepped in and relieved him of the piece.” He was playing the situation down, but it might not be a bad idea to bring up chase anyhow, the kid could come by whenever. He’d have to keep that in mind if he had a hot date, or something that was a bit more mature than Sesame Street planned.
His eyebrows rose at that question about sleeping lobsters. He had his phone in his hand again in a second. “ It didn’t say so, but yeah you can put them in as it warms up and I guess their last moments are a bit more peaceful.” He didn’t look too bothered by it. “Ouch, sorry guys.” But it didn’t stop him from apologizing anyway.
He nodded and smiled. It did look pretty good for how little effort actually went into it. “I figured, if we were going to do lobster, we might as well do it right. Next time I can treat you to microwave, anything. That and going out to eat is what I typically survive on.” She seemed to want to make it clear that it wasn’t a date earlier so he skipped any attempt at pulling out her chair or what not. He glanced at the table. “What did you want to drink? I’ve got pretty much whatever.” He hesitated by the small kitchen, grabbing a Soda for himself.
Noel began disassembling the gun as much as she could without the help of a kit. The barrel came free as the lobsters went into the pot and Aedus started his story of the gun.
She was still trying to figure out how a person could be more filthy than his weapon when Aedus clarified. "A lot of mutants seem to find ways around bullets." But wait, he hadn't said that the guy with the gun was one of the bullies, unless she'd misunderstood. "So you got pissed at a guy for not interceding? Because he had a gun and the mutant didn't?" That seemed backwards somehow.
People needed to learn how to defend themselves. Sometimes, they never knew they needed those lessons until they learned the hard way. She left the half disassembled weapon and touched her scarred cheek. Sometimes, people thought they were strong enough and they just weren't.
Of course, Noel would see the lobster's last moments reply as she ate. She would appreciate the apology.
And she appreciated the offer for food at a later time too. Home cooked meals had so much less to fear than restaurant meals. Using the silverware alone was horrific enough. She'd never considered the sheer volume of people that a restaurant could chug through its doors until she could see them, each and every one of them, putting their nasty mouths on the same exact fork she was using.
"Coke?" She made it a question because that seemed more polite. Noel finished up taking the weapon as apart as she could and left the pieces laying neatly apart before she went to wash her hands. "Diet's better if you've got it." Diet coke had a more distracting taste which made other things more palatable, not that Aedus had lied to her yet.
The ex-agent took a seat at the table since it seemed she was being herded there.
Hmmmm, it wasn’t out right outrage that he would help a mutant but at the same time it didn’t sound quite approving either. But she didn’t quite get the situation either.
“The mutant in question is about eight and saved another kid from getting hit by a car,it doesn’t seem like he has a real advantage power wise or anything, the kid Chase saved and about twelve maybe, fifteen others were jumping the boy so I dove in. The guy with the gun was encouraging them and he may have not taken it too well when I told them all I could boil their blood. I was trying to get them to leave the boy alone, when I bluffed he pulled the gun and I took him out. I can’t by the way, boil anyone’s blood, just so we are clear. Anyhow luckily for us, another actual mutant showed up and sent the rest of them on their way.” Wow, that’s not at all messed up. Telling her that he thought of boiling their blood. Nope, that screams sane. Maybe it was the fact that she was so at ease with the gun. Could that have been why he felt like he didn’t have to pull punches?
Aedus nodded to the request, pleasantly pleased that he managed to prepare for her tastes. He hadn’t figured her for a Diet Coke, but he’d drink the rest someday if she didn’t. He brought the drinks to the table. Went back and opened a drawer and pulled out the lone claw cracker that he had, it worked on nuts to, though he never thought to use it for its actual use he held up the tool. “I only have one of these, so, we’ll have to share. Thanks for cleaning or starting to clean my gun, I guess I should learn that too.”[/coral] The last was said with a look of admiration, He wouldn’t be putting that back together without help.