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.
"Why the heck was an 8 year old, mutant or not, running around by himself?" Wasn't that the most important question here? "I mean, 12 to one in a fight isn't a fight anyway. Even for a grownup."
She was biased against mutants, though usually it felt like they were biased against her, but that didn't even factor in now. Now Noel was angry that a kid was out on the street and that street wasn't being very nice to him. Kids should be allowed to be kids.
"I'm assuming this has a happy G rated ending? The mutant that showed up wasn't a baby eater or anything?" Otherwise she was going to be extra pissed.
"That was stupid to wade into a crowd and stupider to take on a guy with a gun." Blunt as ever. Maybe Aedus could teach her tact as well as her letters. "Do you even have any hand to hand training?" Not that Noel remembered much in that area herself, but she could at least encourage him to hit the gym. For goodness sakes, he was going to get himself killed playing hero.
And sharing the shiny silver contraption was fine... at least she figured it was fine. She would figure out what it was for eventually. "I'll teach you everything I know about guns if you want. The more you know, the better if you're going to keep that thing." Since it was an acquired weapon, she didn't especially approve, but he could someday get a legit one and the knowledge would transfer.
Aedus was beginning to go on a rant, fueled by the annoyance in Noel’s voice. “I know! This world is crazy, apparently people can just decide they don’t want a kid because he is awesome these days. Other kids can jump another kid for being different and be encouraged by one of the few adults with them. He saved someone’s life and they jump him.” he closed and opened his mouth when she called him on stupidity, gathering his thoughts.
“I would rather be stupid than have just watched it happen. Though if I had known they couldn’t be reasoned with I would have just worked my way in from the outside.” Aedus grinned at the training part, obviously happy with himself. “Trained in necessity. I grew up here with people like that, who will fight you for nothing. So yeah, I can hold my own in a fight. Nothing formal, but I think I have good instincts. Also the guy wasn’t waving the gun around from the start I probably still would have tried to get the kid out of there though. But yeah, Chase got under a car, no one was shot, I hit gun guy with a Bat and Agnes summoned a lot of Insects stinging and otherwise, and that took care of the crowd. We got Chinese afterwards.”
He looked at the piece on the table. “ I might get something a bit more modern after I practice some, Revolvers are nice and Clint Eastwood and what not, but I don’t care for the reload method and from what I’ve read they have more kick then necessary.” He shrugged. “ And yeah I’d love to learn.”
Agnes. Bugs. The kid went under a car? He'd had a baseball bat? What the heck? Now it sounded like Aedus had gone out and beat up children whack-a-mole style. At least it had that happy ending she'd wanted. Chinese wasn't a bad thing.
Noel frowned and touched her forehead to stave off a budding headache. They really weren't going to get very far hashing out an old war story. Especially one as complicated as this one.
"Ehm. How long do the lobsters need to boil?" Not that she was changing the subject or anything...
Aedus hopped up and checked on the Lobsters, they were turning red as he thought they should be. "Thanks for the reminder." He glanced in the pot at the Lobsters, they’d stopped resisting and smelled good, if seafood. Aedus went back and grabbed the plates. Setting them on the counter, He grabbed a pot holder and brought the pot to the sink. From there he got a pair of tongs and brought the lobsters out one at a time holding them up so any water dripped back into the pan. Once he was convinced that they were appropriately drained of access water he set them on the plates. Aedus brought the plates and set them at the table. He brought the butter sauce, salad and dressing, and they were ready to eat. He also brought over the paper towels. Eating Lobsters was a messy business.
He smiled, “Now the fun part of breaking them open and getting all the good stuff out.” Aedus was careful to make it easy to see what he was doing in case Noel wasn’t sure how to go about eating lobsters either.
She tried not to remember that these guys had lived in her locker for a short time. A very short time, but still. They had been alive and sort of brownish before. Now they were all red and still and on plates... Noel started with her salad and observed Aedus' technique. He really went after it ruthlessly. Carapace cracked, chitin flew.
The ex-agent chewed the lettuce and saw sunny fields. The fork left her with a couple flashes of unfamiliar faces, but it was nothing like the rush from a restaurant fork. It was... nice.
"I don't understand you." And she wasn't sure that she was meant to... "You're not a mutant, right? I mean, you would have talked about using your abilities in your story... unless your ability is related to baseball bats."
Had he even specified that it was a baseball bat? Noel had just assumed. He could have shot little vampire bats out of his nostrils for all she knew. "Do you idolize mutants? Are you like a fanboy or something?" Or had it been the fact that it was a kid, the normal and sane reason for jumping into a fight.
She stabbed more lettuce and let Aedus barbarize his lobster.
Aedus raised his bushy black eyebrows at her initial statement. “I’m not a mutant,” The statement had a bit of a lie on it, but the next statement would clarify and might help to get any unsavory flavor out her mouth. “At least not yet, I hadn’t ever really expected to be until I met that fortune teller. I look forward to it, though it looks like I will come with complications. I assume most mutations do.” He shrugged. “and no I took the bat off one of the punks when I was trying to move the group away.”
“I wouldn’t say I idolize mutants, there are certainly those out there that are less than deserving of their abilities.“ a certain bone wielding maniac came to mind. “But I find evolution fascinating; I have a BA in Biochemistry because of my interest in mutation. I wouldn’t say I am a fan boy. It is certainly hard not to be impressed though. Do you have any genetic skills I’d be interested in? or perhaps you’ve had a bad experience?” There was more to this line of questions, he didn't have any secrets though.
His mind then looped back around to the beginning. “ what’s not to understand, though?”
Maybe it was the look on her face that made him explain. It hadn't been a lie, but it was the closest thing to it he'd said all night. Everybody skirted the line eventually. But his was not what she was expecting.
Oh. Her mouth formed a little surprised shape and that about covered it. Forgetting that the information came from a quack, he really believed that he would be a mutant some day. "Makes sense now." Noel was sure to talk around bites of food. Sunlight. Faces. She stuffed the memories down so she could focus. "You want in good with the mutants so when you are one, they won't snub you. I guess that's fair." She shrugged. At least it fit her view of how the world worked.
> "Do you have any genetic skills I’d be interested in? or perhaps you’ve had a bad experience?”
Her genetic skills were one big, bad experience. She sighed. "Nothing interesting. Not like Sesame Street." Noel grimaced. That was a lie. He would probably gush over her ability for self torture. She went for the diet coke to wash that one out.
“hmmm. I hadn’t thought about it like that. I have been running into a lot more mutants lately, at least that I have noticed. I don’t really think that it is a matter of snubbing or not.” He hadn’t thought of it that way. Were they really that tight nit of a community? They certainly seemed to be attracted to other groups of mutants. Safety in numbers, maybe. “I don’t really operate with ulterior motives. I mean tonight, we’re here because I want to help, it would be easy to try to turn it into some kind of odd date, but that isn’t my intention, sure if we both wanted to take that route sometime. Cool. But if not well I’m simply glad to hang out.”
Aedus raised an eyebrow. “ I haven’t heard of an uninteresting ability, but I won’t pry. And if you want to skip bigbird’s abc’s well, we can go the manual route and go with a work book, no biggie. I thought it’d be useful because it does all the sounds and what not with it". Aedus discussed the situation around devouring a lobster and his salad back and forth. He did a pretty good job on the lobster; he was concerned it would be undercooked.
"I forget things. That's pretty much all I do. Forget important crap and see things that aren't there." She hadn't planned on admitting she was a mutant, but there was something really candid about this guy. It made her want to be candid too. "At least three other girls have eaten off this fork, Cassanova." She set it down with a thunk against the table and poked her lobster with her fingers. "Which is still better than any restaurant in this town."
Crack. Off came a claw. Who needed fancy tools when there was plain old aggression about?
"We can watch Sesame Street." She said it almost like admitting defeat. "Your future should happen like you want it to. 'Sides. It won't kill me." Who was she to stand in its way?
“That makes so much sense. I mean the reading thing. I just , you’re too smart not to know.” He knew something was odd about the situation. The pieces just didn’t fit. “Casanova? Wait what? Do you see memories of? Or was that a guess...” if that didn’t sound like a complaint he didn’t know what did, but why was she jealous. Or offended by the fact he had girls here that used his fork. Wow, if she could see everything that had gone on in this apartment… he had it since he was a sophomore in college so. Yeah. Not good. His hand instinctively went to the back of his head. “I have some forks that haven’t been used, by anyone. It’s a fancy china set if you want.” He wasn’t sure why it mattered that other girls had used the fork…he assumed it was the girls, But if it was the fork, well he could fix that.
He smiled at the admission to let him win. ” It won’t, it’s not really a full episode, the part we want anyway.” He finished off his salad and sipped his drink patiently while Noel finished her food.
"I can see and erase memories." She confirmed this fact with a sour expression on her face. "And as lovely as that would be, if it wasn't eating it would be how the forks were made or who packed them away last or who washed them. It's always something."
Really Noel was just picking at her food now. The lobster tasted sort of sweet and she tried to think of his happy life on the ocean floor as she ate him. Seeing what he ate didn't exactly make him more appetizing. She'd seen worse, though.
"Might as well fire it up. The Sesame Street and whatever else you have up your sleeve."
"Hmmmm, I could see how that would be difficult, But it can't be all bad right?" He tilted his head just to the left wondering greedily if she could do what years of psychiatry couldn't and what it would cost him. Would the rest of the memories have to go as well? He wouldn't ask. not today. If he was to really forgot the woods, he'd forget her sacrifice too wouldn't he.
His head snapped up as her voice jogged him from a downward spiral into memories best left untouched. "We'll have you reading in no time. My sleeves are well stocked."
Aedus went across to the large tv across the room. it was the right size for the room, he was tempted to get a stupidly big tv but he managed to stay with a reasonable size and price. He lifted the dvd from his back pack of tricks and slide the children's dvd into the ps3. a couple flicks of the remote had the dvd menu up and the bright primary colors on screen. The Yellow bird dominated the majority of the screen. He pushed play and big bird spoke excitedly in his perpetual subdued tones. His tusk-less mammoth sidekick snufalufagus was learning to sound out letters for a story book and soon they broke out into song, that showed the letter as they sang the name, and then made the sounds it would make.
Aedus dug threw his bag and put a few dvd's on the shelf, and then put down a stack of four five work books that would help them and a stack of that varied in difficulty. He then set down on the couch and watched. He honestly seemed to be enjoying the walk down memory lane.
She sat and gawked. If Noel ignored the weirdness, really it was good info. The letter A was a teepee and then a little cross through it half way up. A was for Apple. She knew what an apple was already, but seeing it on screen next to the letter A... it just sort of felt right. She would have taken notes if she'd have known how.
Somewhere along the way, Noel remembered to shut her gaping pie hole. This episode was brought to them by the letter W and the number 3. "That didn't cover as much as I'd hoped." But A, W and 3 were a start. In fact... She pulled out her phone and flipped it open. It was a cheap pay-as-you-go but it had... Yes! The number 3 on it!
She showed him the number all proud of her learning.
Aedus smiled and nodded encouragingly and dragged the coffee table closer. God he hoped that she couldn't pick up everything that had happened in this living room, if the fork offended her, well it was better not thought of. He picked up a pair of the work books moving them closer still.
" Well, this dvd covers every letter in the alphabet, but I don't want to over whelm you with the sesame street. so lets practice writing the letter A B and C and we can watch the next episode. we can keep going like that until you are tired of puppets." Aedus grabbed a couple of pencils off the table offering Noel one of the implements. He leaned over his book and went up one side of the letter 'A' and down the other crossing the teepee in the middle, next to it he went up the right side and circle down and around creating a fat little 'a' He proceeded to slowly write the capital and lower cases of the next two as well. "B is for Boat and C is for Cat"
He looked to the woman to ensure she held the pencil correctly, cautiously correcting her grip of the writing utensil as needed.
Luckily holding a pencil still felt natural. It was the forming betters part that boggled her.
"What's this one?" The workbook had a lot more letter than Sesame Street had. Like, twice as many. Noel pointed out the lowercase letters. She'd gotten the little a from TV, but she just needed it spelled out for her once, very clearly. The more memories she could make on a topic, the less likely she'd be to forget it later. At least... that was usually how it worked.
She scratched her head through her hair with her pencil and nodded very seriously as Aedus explained. It was an odd thing to see a grown woman so serious about the shape of her lowercase b.
"You're really patient." He hadn't snapped at her once for putting the stick on the wrong side of the lowercase d. (Really? So soon after the little b they gotta go flip it up on her?) They were on to F, by the time Noel found the courage to admit that Sesame Street seemed faster and possibly less painful. She promised to follow along in her booklet and trace the letters when they came on screen.
"Thanks again... for suffering through this with me. Been faking it for months." In fact, the entire time she'd had her job at Faust Pharms and longer.