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.
Richard was comfortable to be around. He was so pleasant and earnest, it made Rebecca feel...nice. He was also admittedly handsome, perhaps not the sort of guy she would have found herself attracted to, but...
Hmm. She might well take up his offer, then. "That's what I love about it. The mysteries of the natural world are endless, and there's always more to see and learn about." She smiled, watching him pay. As much as her instinct was to offer, she figured that if he was willing, then challenging him on it would just add an admittedly-minor conflict to what had otherwise been a lovely meal. A lovely date?
...Maybe. "I agree. This has been fun. Here, let me..." Rebecca pulled out her phone and carefully recited the number. She smiled at him. She was definitely feeling a bit out of her comfort zone. Romance was never a big part of her life, and she wasn't entirely sure that's where this was even going. Uncertainty was a scary position. "We should definitely meet up later. And thank you for inviting me."
Once all that was said and done, Rebecca donned her winter gear once more and scooted out of the restaurant, making sure to wave back at him before leaving. The sharpness of the cold air was still unpleasant, especially compared to the warmth indoors. Still, she was better prepared for it than before, and now she had energy to spare after that lovely lunch with a very charming man.
Richard seemed really interested in what Rebecca was saying. That felt good; she was used to seeing people lose focus or get bored when she talked about her passions, but it still felt bad. She always tried to care about what made other people excited even if she didn't because it was only fair, and because enthusiasm was contagious. It made Rebecca happy when other people were happy.
"Well saving the whales is more conservation, but I care about that a lot too, of course." Rebecca could go on a completely different and even more complex ramble-one might even call it a rant-on the importance of conservation and biodiversity, and then she could tie it into the global warming crisis and how serious that issue was, and it would just be much less fun.
Instead, she'd focus on the other question. She smiled sheepishly at him. "You can't ask me that. That's like asking which of my children is my favorite." She chuckled briefly. "I must have a lot of children, then. Still, I do really like cephalopods. Octopuses and the like. They're very intelligent, most people know, and that's such an interesting thing when they're so different from people. But they're very good problem solvers and can definitely learn."
Rebecca went quiet as the food arrived, picking up the folded tortilla and digging in. She tried to be a neat eater, of course, but she couldn't help spill some of the peppers from inside onto the plate. Messiness aside, it was very good, a bit spicy, and perfect for how awful and cold it was outside. She picked up one of the dropped peppers and ate it before looking up at Richard.
Once a moment arrived where he didn't have food in his mouth, she answered his question. He seemed interested, so she was happy to share. "One thing I've seen is some fish that like physical affection. Like, sometimes a fish will let a diver pet it like a cat. I believe it's because that can help remove parasites, but of course people assume it's because they're friendly."
She took another bite, swallowing and continuing. "It goes to show, assuming anything in this field is dangerous. In any scientific field, really. You have to really examine everything." Rebecca continued eating. She figured she'd said her piece plenty, and if he wanted to interject, she'd give him a moment to chime in.
...He complimented her. Rebecca maintained her composure well, resting her hands on the table while listening, but she was pretty thrown by what he said. She hoped he was not a mind-reader. Or at least, that he wouldn't read her mind and see how turbulent she was feeling. Given the mutant population in this city, that was a non-trivial possibility. For the most part she imagined they weren't inclined to telepath with passersby, but in a one-on-one...
Okay, that was enough frankly-problematic contemplation for now. "That is a wide range of interests. I play violin, though I don't have much time to practice. Otherwise I read or work, or sleep." She smiled, her tone light. "Sometimes I eat."
He was from New York State, but not native to the city. Rebecca had been surprised to learn how big the state was outside the city, which was mostly what she thought of when she heard 'New York'. It was especially odd given that, by American politics, most of the state geographically was of one party, but the population of the city caused it to outweigh the more rural areas. It was kind of weird.
Rebecca got the sense he wasn't particularly interested in discussing his profession, so she was happy to share some of her own experience! Hopefully without too much hogging. "What I do is study animal behavior, essentially. I want to focus on aquatic animals, but at the zoo I work with a few different types. Basically I want to learn what specific behaviors animals do, what makes them do it, what the purpose of that behavior is, like how it helps them survive, and how it evolved."
She paused, gauging interest. "I also work with some of the animals just to try to improve their moods, make sure they have things that make them more comfortable. Like, some animals get stressed by being in captivity because of behaviors they would do in the wild, so we need to know what behaviors we can enable to mitigate that."
That was a lot, but in all honesty it was pretty restrained for her. "I enjoy it. I love working with animals."
Smiling, Rebecca toasted Richard back. She liked his attitude. In this day and age (and, arguably, most other days and ages) someone with such a relentlessly positive demeanor was hard to find, but was usually good company if you met such a person. She sipped from her glass and considered.
"So, aside from, I assume, enjoying soup, tell me about yourself? I can start if you like. I'm from Nederland, actually." Her accent, usually quite mild, was clearer when she referred to her home country by its Dutch name. "I've been in the city for a couple of months, now, about...huh, since September, actually."
She shrugged. "It doesn't feel that long, though, there's definitely a lot going on here. Right now I'm working as an intern at the Bronx Zoo, as a behaviorist." She could probably go into that work, what it meant, what she did, all that detail, but she had long been susceptible to monopolizing conversations about her passions and field, so maybe for another time. "What about you? Are you from here?" She took another sip of water.
...It did occur to her, that some might consider this a 'date'. She dismissed the thought-she had never met this man before. But then again, wasn't that how most first dates went? At the very least, she'd like to have more friends in the area, and if Richard proved to be as good company as he had been so far, then she would be happy to consider him as such.
...And she'd see where it went from there. That was all.
Grateful to get out of the cold, Rebecca was eager to sit down and order, though she wasn't really sure what some of the options were. She picked something familiar-a vegetarian quesadilla with cheese, peppers, and some other things. She hadn't eaten out in a little while, so it was nice to have the chance. Plus, she was meeting a new person, and that could be fun!
"Ah, thank you." Rebecca dampened the napkin with water from her drink and wiped the few spots of now dried and cold soup off of her coat. Once she felt it was mostly confident it was clean she set the crumpled napkins aside. She folded her hands in her lap.
"So, I don't think I introduced myself. My name's Rebecca, nice to meet you." She smiled sheepishly. "Sorry about your soup."
Well this was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Rebecca certainly wouldn't mind an excuse to avoid walking home at the moment. It might get warmer later on, and if not she'd at least have had some food.
"That's very kind of you." She smiled at the man. He was certainly charming, in the way someone very earnest was.
"Do you have anywhere you'd like to eat? I haven't lived her very long, so I don't know any good places yet." Rebecca brushed her ponytail out of her face, the wind nipping at her nose and cheeks. She was probably very rosy looking, but with her complexion she most likely just looked chapped.
"That said, I'm partial to uh, Mexican? If you don't mind." There was food from pretty much every region of every country on Earth in this city, and Rebecca had been trying to, well, try a lot of things. Mexican food was...not common back home, and though Rotterdam had a place or two, it didn't really compare to what she'd had here.
Rebecca all but flew down the sidewalk, sliding on her butt over the icy ground.
She knew it was her fault, not paying enough attention to her surroundings, but it was annoying nonetheless. Her earbuds had come out, though luckily she hadn't dropped her phone. These things seemed to get more durable every day but she wasn't taking her chances. Though she was a little sore, she'd be fine, nothing a hot bath wouldn't fix when she got home. That left...
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" The poor man looked almost distraught, and Rebecca could see why; she'd splashed some kind of soup all over him. Some had splattered on her coat, but she could deal with that. Nobody wanted to ruin a perfectly good meal, and she almost wished he was mad at her. It was like she'd kicked an animal; she felt so guilty.
Taking his hand and gently pulling herself up (he was quite strong), Rebecca looked at the spill and bit her lip. "I'm alright, but I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking. Uh, here, let me..." She started looking through her purse. She had no idea how much a cup of soup might have cost, but it was the least she could do.
She held out a five-dollar bill. That wasn't a lot of money-it wasn't like she'd starve without it-but it was the least she could do. "I'm really sorry."
Disregarding her musical tastes, the band Within Temptation was familiar to Rebecca. They from the Netherlands as well, though given her entire country would fit into New York State 3 times over that was perhaps more impressive to the people here. They were also from the same province, South Holland, and if she'd wanted to she could have taken a day trip by train and been back home for dinner.
All that said, Rebecca just really like the band. She didn't know if that was 'expected' of her—she had no idea what kinds of music people might assume she liked—but she was a major fan of metal, especially with other influences and with a special fondness for female leads. Their new album had come out yesterday, but she'd not followed the date and only realized when she saw it recommended on her YouTube.
Today Rebecca was finished working by mid-afternoon, so she'd decided to walk to the nearest park and listen to the new album on the way. It was easy for her to try to check out new material at home and get distracted; as much as she wished she could, Rebecca was not a great multitasker and couldn't recall the songs if she listened to them while preoccupied. Instead, she'd just listen on her commute. It also gave her an excuse to avoid the bus or, God forbid, the subway, which were horrible.
After finishing the last song, Rebecca realized that she'd made two mistakes. First of all, it was very cold; Rotterdam was actually quite mild in weather, a whole 5 C warmer than NYC today, and the current situation with the polar vortex and climate disruption meant it was a bit more frigid than she'd have liked. Still, she was enjoying herself, and the album, but it was not long enough to last the whole route. That also meant she had started more than 45 minutes from home and had more to go. She sat down on one of the park benches and brought up the map.
Damn. Rebecca groaned at the very long-seeming line from her location to her apartment building. It was another 20 minutes away. On the plus side, after a moment she checked and saw that she'd already be home if she'd taken a different path, so she could try that next time. Assuming she survived; she was worn out.
Rebecca considered her options, trying to keep her breath from fogging her glasses. She could just take a bus from here, but she'd have to stand up for that, and that was a lot of effort. On the other hand, the sooner she got home the sooner she could be warm and comfortable. Also less odds of literally freezing to death. With another groan, Rebecca set the music back on loop, then checked her phone for a nearby bus stop.
Okay, good news. There was one on the next block. Rebecca put her phone in her coat pocket, then stood up-
Well, it seemed to help. He was certainly shy, and didn't seem to be particularly open to conversation. Rebecca could certainly have left him be, but he seemed so despondent that she thought he might appreciate someone taking a little bit of interest in him.
"It's okay, always good to be careful. These are unpredictable times, after all." Rebecca hoped that joke wasn't in poor taste. Implicating mutants in any sort of mischief might seem to be rather prejudicial, though Rebecca would be loath to dismiss anyone's moral character for being mutants. "Though, it might be fun to see a dance troupe of novels. Best not to assume either way, I think."
There was something odd about him. Rebecca had caught his eye, or rather his eyes, which were a rather strange color. in fact, the more she looked, the more uncanny he seemed. His skin was a very strange, unhealthy-looking color, not to mention the web of scars some kind of broken nose, and what seemed like fresh stitches. It was certainly possible that he was a mutant himself; she'd seen a few very distinct looking people around. They were more common than she'd expected. That said, it was definitely rude to assume, ruder to bring it up, and absolutely awful to ask and be wrong.
Not wanting to stare, she turned her gaze to the shelf, scanning it while she spoke. "Joking aside, I'm more or less doing the same." Rebecca paused briefly. "I've never been here before, though. I'm not from the city, I only came here recently." Rebecca noticed a book, a thick and old-looking hardcover anthology of science fiction. She skimmed the table of contents, noting that she'd heard of one of these but the rest were unfamiliar and interesting. As she did so, she continued. "It's very different from Rotterdam."
She didn't mean to brag, of course; in Europe, it was almost trivial to visit another country, but Americans seemed to find such a thing a rare opportunity. Given that many states were bigger than entire countries back home, it was a strange thing to compare. Her (perhaps somewhat reluctant) conversation partner didn't seem American, though. It was something about his accent, which she couldn't quite place but seemed European, and his mellow movements rather than the frantic energy of most of the city.
"Are you from around here?"' She closed the book and tucked it under her arm, then smiled at him again. She'd keep looking to see what else might catch her eye, but she could never have too many books.
Rebecca was settling into New York. The city was very different from her home in Rotterdam--it was polite to call it 'unkempt', but accurate to call it 'dirty'--but Rebecca was adjusting. She was settling in with the animals at work, getting familiar with her new colleagues, and now she finally felt like she had the time and energy to go out of the house.
The city was full of places to go, and Rebecca wanted to see a lot of them, but for now she started small, something nice and quiet. Like a library. Which is where she went; books were something she could find herself enthusiastic about in a relatively mellow way. Going to a new library was an exciting thing in itself, too; like finding a new television show to throw herself into, it was full of possibilities. A bit cheesy, but not inaccurate.
At the moment, Rebecca was enjoying browsing, looking around without any particular path; she could search thoroughly another time, for now she intended to just see what she found at first glance, what stood out, get a feel for the place. She was caught by surprise, then, when another patron bumped into her.
Rebecca gasped lightly, in surprise as opposed to pain, and stepped back from the unexpected intruder to her personal space. Almost as soon as she looked at him, though, he pulled away, awkwardly apologizing, and attempted to move on. It was odd, that such a conspicuous man was so seemingly uncomfortable in his own size. He had a funny smell to him, too, not unpleasant, but rather out of place given the rest of the city.
"Oh, it's okay. I wasn't looking either." Rebecca smiled at him, folding her hands behind her back. She didn't want to impose on him if he was so terribly shy, but he seemed almost distraught. She didn't want him to think she was offended by him. "What are you looking for? Something specific?" Rebecca tried not to seem too forceful; polite small talk seemed like a reasonable way to help the poor man relax.
There was a lot of stuff to deal with after the fact.
By the time she'd regained her senses, the fighting had ended and the police had gone in and rounded up the defeated intruders. None of the hostages had been hurt, luckily, so after some debriefing they were free to go.
Rebecca did her best to remain composed once she'd recovered and the police interviews began. Though her involvement in the escape was pretty obvious to everyone else, she hadn't really needed to lie about anything. She'd been in the bathroom, and when the lights went out (seemingly induced by one of the criminals) she'd used a penknife to start cutting everyone free. Rebecca didn't say anything about Cheshire; only that he'd suddenly appeared and started beating on the robbers.
After that, they told her she might be called in to testify, which she agreed to, though somewhat hesitantly. Right now, Rebecca just wanted to home and lay down. Luckily, she didn't have to come back and finish setting up her account, since she'd finished her errand before all this.
As she was getting ready to leave, Rebecca noticed the small object fall to the ground. She turned, and caught a glimpse of Cheshire, posing dramatically on the roof before vanishing. She couldn't help but grin, amused by his antics but also relieved; she'd almost forgotten to worry about him, until now. Luckily, he seemed able to handle himself.
Rebecca crossed her arms and started towards the bus stop. She hoped New York City was less crime-ridden than this might imply. Maybe it was, even, though she got the sense it was quite an eventful place. How that would affect her, she had no idea. Time would tell.
Rebecca listened carefully, nodding periodically as she tried to focus on the task at hand. Cheshire at least seemed confident, and that was the best encouragement she had to go off of. While they weren't exactly 'friends' given they'd met about 2 minutes ago, but she didn't want him to get shot. He was at least trying to work with her and playing the hero when he could have just run out or something.
At least they had a plan now. Rebecca took the multitool and held it, almost delicately. She nodded wordlessly one more time, watching him climb up the wall and onto the ceiling. She stood up and slowly moved towards the edge, just out of view of the edge of the robbers. She didn't have time to analyze anymore; she had to act as quickly and efficiently as possible.
As soon as she heard Cheshire yell, Rebecca peeked around the edge of the corner, knife clutched in both hands like a sword. She was pretty good at perceptive tasks, but this was a critical juncture. She quickly took in the locations of the hostages; there were eight people in a huddled crowd in the far corner, plus the seven or so guys. She had a couple of moments to roughly figure out who was there; two middle-aged women, an elderly looking man and a woman in a work uniform, a muscular guy and an overweight man, and a pair that looked to be a couple. Everyone's eyes were on Cheshire.
The loud sound of an electric charge and smell of ozone made Rebecca flinch, especially as the lights suddenly went out, leaving the room surprisingly dark. Suddenly there was a burst of frightened screams and angry shouting. Luckily it seemed that the gunmen were no longer willing to start shooting at random, exactly as planned.
Hugging the left wall, Rebecca moved as quickly as possible across the back of the bank interior. She almost tripped on the nearest person, one of the older women with short gray hair in a bun. The woman was understandably rather startled, but Rebecca shushed loudly and grabbed at the plastic handcuffs holding the woman's hands behind her back.
Luckily, though Rebecca's hands were trembling terribly, her first rescuee picked up on the situation and held still. As soon as she was free, she stood up and started moving away. "Hug the wall, back door." Rebecca hissed, as the woman fumbled for the nearest hard surface and started moving along it.
Okay, so far, so good. Next, Rebecca cut free the athletic man. Rather than moving away, though, he pulled out his own pocket knife and moved to the old man. Rebecca was very glad to have the help; that renewal of confidence helped her ease into the movement, and soon the remaining clerk was the only one tied.
Then the alarm went off as the back door popped open. The woman had not thought to wait for them, and while Rebecca couldn't blame her, she was absolutely mortified as their escape was suddenly announced in an explosive klaxon.
Swearing repeatedly and furiously, Rebecca roughly grabbed the last woman as soon as she was freed, pulling her to her feet and dragging her behind her as quickly as possible. Luckily, the unexpected addition to the confusion caused by the alarm, along with Cheshire's antics, nobody took the time to interfere, and they reached the red 'EXIT' sign, glowing like a beacon, without getting shot.
With everyone outside the building, Rebecca paused, suppressing the urge to run out screaming in triumph and terror, and shouted back a little shrilly, "We're out!" Then she ran out the door and promptly collapsed in the parking lot hyperventilating as the nearby officers secure the escapees and moved towards the door.
"There's a back door, I think." She gestured vaguely down the hallway. It was a security door, with a big red sign, and an alarm would go off, but it would have to do.
"If you distract them, I..." God, what was she getting into? There were so many ways this could go wrong, and almost all of them got him and/or her killed in the process. "Well, what's your...what can you do?" 'Cheshire' was uncomfortably cheerful about this. He was probably trying to seem confident and reassuring but it wasn't exactly helpful.
"I mean...I guess we kind of have to, right?" Rebecca fought the urge to curl up in an anxiety-laden ball. "If you go out, and the lights go out, where should I be to be ready? And uh, how should I get people without getting, uh..." This plan was seeming increasingly terrible as she thought about it.
"You're the expert here, I guess." Was that the right word? She kind of doubted it. "If you think it can work, we should do it."
Rebecca had no idea what to do, so she was perfectly happy to just wait for him to go off and do whatever. The temptation to curl up in the fetal position was strong, but it was also useless, and even if she didn't know she was going to do, it wouldn't help to be a ball on the floor.
At the very least, that man was apparently happy to make decisions and get information. That seemed useful enough. He returned and gave a rundown of what he'd seen, what they were dealing with. Not that she was really capable of 'dealing with' any of this. Physically or mentally.
Seven people, at least three with some kind of offensive armament. What was really bad, though, was his mention of hostages and police standoffs. That was...clearly her fault, and definitely had potential to make a bad situation much worse. "Sorry." In her defense, she wasn't an expert on crime or law enforcement, and having people come stop the robbers seemed like a good start. How was she supposed to respond to this?
Rebecca closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Getting upset wasn't going to help. Her ally of sorts gave his name and asked her for her's. "Rebecca." 'Cheshire' was probably not his actual name. He was either a mutant vigilante, part of that 'hero' team thing in the city, or a crazy person who thought he was one of those things.
"So...do you have a plan?" It came out slow, deliberate. Rebecca didn't want to be accusatory, but she definitely wasn't up to resolving a hostage crisis. She hadn't even studied criminal justice in school, and it probably didn't cover how to deal with a crime where you were the victim!
Hijacking this to bump it and also post a Magic: The Gathering take!
Site used is: MTG Cardsmith, so if you wanna give it a try check it out! If you like I can also make cards, as either creatures or planeswalkers, and if you really want I can try to make instants/sorceries (such as a representation of a character's specific power use).