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 blast from the warmth within was heavenly. Standing in front of the greenhouse door, feeling the warmth seeping out, Vicente instantly felt a renewal in his limbs. He was very glad that he had saved this part of the tour for last. As much as he liked being outside, it was getting colder and the greenhouse was the perfect place to combating that. Regulated to a near constant perfect temperature, the plants and flowers inside are all safe from the draining, cold touch of winter.
He sighed again, the fragrance filling his nose and the heat sending the chill away from his skin. But, he had apparently stood there too long as she felt the near anxious energy of his new friend bouncing on her heels behind him.
>> “Come on already! The suspense is killing me!”
Chuckling he muttered an apology over his shoulder as he moved out of the way to let her inside first. After all, that was the gentleman thing to do.
“Go on,” he said with a smile as he waved her in. “Ladies first.”
It was only when she was inside that he closed the door behind them to fully seal them off from the swirling cold on the outside. They could stay here for a little bit, just to warm up some before they returning back to the mansion. He still needed to get her signed up for a room and classes. That is, if she wanted to stay.
Looking over her shoulder, he smiled at the all the greenery and flowers that were situated all around them. There he could see the various exotic and local plantlife hanging from pots or sitting comfortable in boxes across the ground. He had only been here a couple of times but he had to admit that it was really well cared for. He hoped that they could get another gardener soon.
He smiled as she leaned down to one to the nearest flowers and took in the scent. It was sweet. He looked up at Regan and smirked.
Vicente had to smirk a little. She definitely had an edge about her that he never wanted to cross. But, still, there was that idea of a challenge there. Obviously she didn’t come right out and tell him to try and get something by herself, but he felt that swelling in his chest that he needed to try now. If only to test the woman’s resolve. But, that would be for a later time. Right now he just wanted to get out of there before she reached out and pulled his other ear off and into oblivion.
God, it was still sore! She must have had practice in this.
Nodding that it was time for him to take his leave, Vicente turned to leave when he paused. The woman was circling around her desk to show him out. The smile on her face was far kinder than anything he had seen so far (except for Gina’s smile). He was continuously impressed by the lengths that people would go through at this school to help students.
He liked it.
>> "Make sure to let me know if you need anything…And I will try to figure out a way to help recover your memories. In the meantime, you can sign up for classes or train with the seniors if you want. And I'll get you situated in the boy's dorm as soon as I can."
He nodded. He was a bit saddened because he was growing to like his room a lot more, even if it was in the girl’s wing. But he had a feeling that it was not going to last forever. Eventually he would have to go since it was bound to make someone uncomfortable. So he would take his fate. Who knows, maybe he could make some more guy friends by moving. That’d be fun.
Offering her a warm smile in response, Vicente grinned.
“Sounds good, Miss. I’ll make sure to keep an eye out for you if I need anything,” he smiled. With that, he turned and headed out of her office, contemplating classes and other activities. So far…the danger room training sounded mighty interesting.
>> “I was sizing up my competition. Next time I’ll play fair ok? Let’s call it a tie since I did get a head start.”
“Haha, fine, it’s a tie.”
Vicente had to smirk. He knew that Regan really wasn’t a cheater; well, technically she was. She ran off before the race even began so more than likely that could be considered cheating. But using her natural mutation as a means to win wasn’t cheating in his book. She was just being herself. But that didn’t mean he didn’t get to make fun of her about the situation. It was something that could be easily glazed over, though. It was just a small infraction.
Chuckling as he watched her fall back onto the ground, she moved in such a way as to make a snow angel appear on the cold, frosty stuff that covered the ground. The smirk on his lips stretched wider when he realized the amount of fun she was having. Maybe she was finally realizing that she could indeed have fun in this place.
He hoped so. It would have been a shame for her to leave now.
Giving off an involuntary chill, Vicente warmed up his arms as he realized just how cold it was out here. He had been running only moments ago so it was easy for him to over look the chill. But now that he was stopped, yeah, he definitely needed some warmth.
>> “Oh you must be cold, we should probably head into the greenhouse and warm you up!...Did I get it all?”
He looked over and nodded. It was a good idea to move along now. But when she posed her last question, he had to momentarily blush. He still remembered only moments ago when they were at the lake’s edges and Regan was washing off. She asked him that same question and suddenly remembered seeing her half submerged in water, trying to wash off blood.
Clearly his throat awkwardly, Vicente only glanced at her before he looked away and shook his head.
“Yup, all of it,” he confirmed with a nod. Offering her another smile, he stepped up to the greenhouse door and pulled it open for her. “Come on, let’s get in.”
Vicente did run for his life. Not only because Regan challenged him to a race (then proceeded to cheat!) but because she was actually a pretty good challenge. He hadn’t run into many other feral mutants yet, but from this experience it was becoming obvious that they definitely had an ability to keep up with him. Vicente just always found himself with having some naturally high levels of energy. Maybe that was a side-effect from his powers, or just the fact that he liked to work out. He wasn’t sure. Either way, though, he was more than willing to take advantage of this moment.
Right here, right now, running through the snow with this mutant…he actually felt normal.
His breath clouding mistily in front of him, Vicente looked like a charging train barreling forward with a single track mind. He was focused purely on the greenhouse ahead of them and would do anything to get there before the green furred muta—
He blinked. Did she just past him, running on all fours?! That little…
Vicente smirked as he poured the rest of his strength into his muscular legs, running as far and fast as he could but he had to admit that she was pretty tough to keep up with. Before he knew it, she was passing by him and he needed to throw everything into his running just to keep up the pace.
It was of little wonder that she beat him to the greenhouse. Chuckling and breathing a bit heavily, he smirked as he watched her, shaking his head.
“You…are a bad cheater,” he chuckled but nodded. “But, I’ll concede that you won that one.”
>> I see…Well, we'll just have to try finding out another way. I'll look into that."
Vicente nodded. Was the meeting finally over? Was he finally able to return to his regular schedule, hopefully with his ear still intact? It seemed as if she were willing to believe his story thus far so he felt rather good about that. Even if he didn’t fully appreciate the way in which she grabbed his attention, he knew that she was just out to keep the school safe.
Still, there were better ways than nearly pulling a student’s ear off. He casually rubbed his ear again before he turned back, watching as she removed herself from her desk and offer him a hand. He did his best not to flinch out of fear of her grabbing his ear again. Never can be too careful.
>> "My name is Gemma Taylor, by the way. I'm the school's guidance counselor. Feel free to seek me out with any questions or problems, I'm here to help…You will find that you can't use your powers around me. I am what they call an adapted human. I have an aura that cancels out mutant powers. Just a fair warning."
He nodded as he slowly reached out and took the woman’s hand. A small smile offered in response, he casually shook her hand in greeting.
“Nice to meet you,” he muttered.
Then he tilted his head. She had the ability to cancel out a mutant’s powers? No wonder she was the guidance counselor! All she would have to do was storm onto the scene of any dispute between mutants BAM![/b] they would be human again. Much easier to handle. He actually grinned a bit at the thought. She was most definitely not one to cross.
“Nifty to have,” he said with a nod, commenting on the woman’s abilities. “I don’t imagine that much gets past you.”
Adoration or a challenge? His tone could have carried that comment either way. No matter, though. He still offered her a friendly smile.
The woman eyed him again. Vicente was quickly learning that this was a look he probably shouldn’t be receiving from her. Though he understood that she was staff and was only trying to look out for all the students there at the school, he had a feeling that she was just naturally suspicious of him. Which was a terrible first impression to make on anyone.
>> "Is your mutation... um, telepathy related?”.
Thankfully the question was more innocent than he thought! Quickly he shook his head.
“NoNoNo! Don’t worry, won’t be mindblasting people or anything,” he said with his own sigh of relief. He would have hated it if he accidentally harmed someone like that. “More, um, partial animal shifting?” It would probably be best to show her but he didn’t want to freak her with a sudden octopus arm! Instead he hoped that would be enough to quell her curiosity.
>> "We have a healer in the infirmary. If you have amnesia from a head injury, he should be able to help you... at least put the pieces of the puzzle together."
He nodded in response. He remembered that man because Andrea had to take Vicente to see him the moment he arrived at the mansion. He was a nice guy, much older, but definitely had something about his eyes that sparkled with mischief. Vicente assumed that was a good thing for the man to have. After all, being young at heart is supposed to be a plus, right?
“Y-Yeah, I met with him,” Vicente said with a nod. He shrugged his shoulders as well. “I had a few bumps and bruises from being attacked when I first woke up. He healed those but he said there was nothing done to my head. My brain is fine. Just…something he can’t explain.” Vicente sighed a bit at the thought. “Neither can I, I’m afraid.”
Outside was exactly what the doctor ordered. Standing there, looking over at Regan, the young chimera had to smirk at the expression on her face. Yes, she really seemed to like the classrooms and the interior of the mansion, but it was obvious that she was built for the outside. Her perfect frame was just made for open spaces and for disappearing into the foliage of the trees above. It was no small thing to think that he had found the perfect spot for her.
If Regan stayed, he had a feeling that indeed she would be happy.
Vicente was about to go on to explain a little more of the gardens when he noticed that the greenhouse took the young woman’s eye. He watched her momentarily before she turned and offered him a toothy grin. He smiled back but was surprised when a look of glee filled her eyes.
>> “Race you there!”
And boom she was gone.
“Hey!” he laughed. If she wanted a race, he would definitely give her a race.
Suddenly he was off, running as fast as his legs would carry him. The thing was that even though he was rather bulky, the majority of Vicente’s working out had been based around running. He loved to running. As a matter of fact he could do a number of laps around the perimeter of the mansion that most people seemed to say was a lot more than they expected him to do. Therefore…a dash to the greenhouse was nothing.
Light on his feet, Vicente ran. By the time that Regan looked back to see where he was, he was smirking as he started to pass her.
“Got to do better than that, Beautiful,” he said with a wink and ran past her.
It felt odd telling someone he didn’t know who he was. Not that he was embarrassed by the fact, but more saddened by the fact that he didn’t know who he was. It was frustrating and it could be for anyone going through such a circumstance. Vicente was fairly certain that a good majority of students may have passed through these doors with the same traumas. Did they ever get help? Did they ever find out who they were? He would never know. He could only help that his experience would end pleasantly so that he could relate such a story to anyone who happened to have the same problem.
Stopping momentarily in his tour, he felt the soft paw of Regan brush his shoulder. He glanced back to her, offering her a small smile in response. What a switch where she became the comforting one, huh?
>> “Don’t feel too bad about having no memory or papers Vincente, I’m in the same place as you are. I have no clue who my real parents are, how old I am, or where I was born. I have no papers to say who I am or where I’m from in Ireland. I understand that lost feeling very well.”
He lowered his gaze. So she too suffered the same issue. It was not so much that she forgot who she was, though, but more that she never knew who she was. Which was worst? Losing what you once had, or never knowing to begin with? Both could be hellish.
But there was not use thinking about it now. They needed to get back into the swing of things so that they could get outside. Thankfully she seemed to share the same ideas.
>> “Ok that sounds good to me. I have never seen a real classroom before, this is kind of exciting!”
With a smirk he led on.
The classrooms were pretty basic that he showed her. Large rooms, filled with desks all facing a whiteboard against one wall. The majority of the rooms were empty now but in a few weeks they would explode with a number of students. For now he enjoyed the peace of it all. The pristine rooms, the books that lined shelves around every corner, desks where the teacher would sit and look over his class, it was all very…inspiring. To know that mutants who felt so taken out of society could get the same experience/education in a place specifically built for them. It made him thankful for the place.
Eventually, though, they were inside far too much. After showing off regular classrooms, music rooms, even an art room that had clay and paints all ready to be used, Vicente finally reached a point where he felt like they could go outside. The gardens would be far more open, and far easier to breathe.
Once outdoors, he smiled as he glanced to Regan.
“And this,” he motioned to the lawns, the hedges, the rows of trees, and a greenhouse in the distance, “Are the mansion grounds. Perfect place to get some fresh air.”
>> "She will be okay…She needs to rest and deal with what happened, but she will be okay. She is strong."
A breath of relief. Vicente was just a tad bit worried for his friend. The simple fact was that he had no idea what happened to her. One day she is going about her business, living across the hall from him, the next she simply vanishes and people are wondering what happened. Even he was questioned by one of the staff members but he was just like the others in that he didn’t know anything about the young woman’s disappearance.
She was back now but rumors were starting to circulate that she had been a bit traumatized by her experience, though no one seemed to know exactly what happened. Some say she was sold into slavery, others that she was abducted by aliens, and even more where she was sent on some top secret mission by the X-Men into Hell itself to save a princess or something. Honestly, since they lived in a school, he was not surprised that the rumors were starting to get just a little grander and stranger with every retelling. Unfortunately it also made it harder to get the real story.
But he wouldn’t pry. Rebecca would tell him whenever she got around to feeling up to seeing him. For the time being, he would just keep his distance.
With that conversation over, Vicente turned to leave. Though he never got the woman’s name, something told him to not waste too much time around her. It was obvious that she would have no nonsense. It was best if he just learned to stay as far away from her as possible.
She had other ideas, though, when she addressed him again.
>> "There is some information missing here”
He lowered his head. He was wondering when she was going to get around to that. If she had access to the records, she would undoubtedly see that he was missing…well…everything except for a first name. His arms crossing over his chest, momentarily hiding all the tattoos there, he frowned a little as he turned back to her. It was not the best experience retelling the story but he would do so.
“Uh, truth be told, that’s not a mistake,” he mumbled, idly scratching the back of his head. “I just don’t remember…anything. There’s a name, Vicente, that I remember, but I’m not even sure if it’s mine. A student here, Andrea, found me in an alley and brought me here when she realized I was a mutant. But…other than that name, I don’t remember anything.”
Vicente felt like he was being grilled. Not with just words, but with eyes. The woman was eyeballing him and giving him not the least bit a leeway in order to lie, falsify, or fib. She acted like this was something that she had done a million times before (and maybe she did) and absolutely nothing was going to get past her. Next to her, Vicente felt absolutely small. He didn’t know if she was a mutant, or if she even had powers like this, but it was like she sapped all the willfulness out of him. Like being in the presence of a real mother.
He looked a little forlorn at that thought. Was his own mother even still alive? Vicente had no idea. He had no idea about anything! Maybe that was why he didn’t take kindly to being dragged around by the ear with no idea where he was going. He had enough mysterious going on.
>> "A boy in the girls' dorm, huh…We'll need to change that. Also, for future reference, if you would like to exercise use the Danger Room please. You don't have authorization to activate it, but it's better for everyone if you don't train in your room."
Danger Room? He didn’t even know what that was! But…if it was for training purposes, maybe he would have to make use of them.
>> "I'll return these to their owner"
“Um…thanks,” he mumbled. He thought for a minute and then just looked up. “Um, if you don’t mind me asking, how is Becca? She and I are, kinda, friends but I didn’t want to crowd her. Is she going to be okay?”
Vicente nodded. It was true that the school was impressive. Though he just learned that he was a mutant months ago, Vicente was actually continuously surprised by the lengths that this school went through in order to give mutants a better life. In a way it inspired him to want to reach out to mutants too. Maybe that was why he was so stalwart in trying to get Regan on board with the mansion. There was just so much that it could offer her. So much that she deserved.
In the end, no matter what, he hoped that she saw that.
Quickly after her comment, she had gone quiet. He didn’t want to interrupt her since he figured that she was just trying to get the lay of the land. So, in silence, he pushed on and on until he finally reached the classrooms. A glance to her showed that she was still contemplating something so, out of respect, he decided to remain quiet until she was ready to speak again.
Standing outside of the classroom wings, he waited until she looked up at him and smiled back at her.
>> “Do you go to school here too Vincente? Or do you teach something perhaps?”
He smiled a little.
“Nah, I-I don’t teach anything,” he said with a shrug. “To be honest, I’m kind of just floating right now. Since I have no memory, or record of me, I can’t really even get my GED since they calculate that I am too old to be in high school classes. But,” he shrugged. “They are trying to help me. I’m sure something will be figured out so that I can at least get some kind of official papers. I help out where I can, though.” he said with a nod. “Come on, I’ll show you only a couple classrooms and then we can go outside.”
>> "Uh-huh…You do realize what this looks like, right? What have you been doing this early in the morning?..."
God, he was completely dead! But…why? He really didn’t do anything wrong. SHE[/b] was the one who had assaulted him. She didn’t even give him a chance to explain! Just snatched him by his ear and dragged him away and down to her office. Wasn’t that against the rules or something?
But one look at the woman and he could instantly tell that she was not the type of woman to trifle with. Even if he may have had a guilty conscience of making out with a girl or two in his room, he never did anything more than that in the mansion. That just wouldn’t be right.
Outside of it was another story, but it was a story that didn’t include any of the female mutants here! Honest!
Ahem.
He again felt himself shrivel under the gaze. How tall was he now? Four, maybe three, inches tall now? God if only she would stop staring at him.
“I…I can only imagine what it must look like,” he said a little flusteredly. “But, um, truth is I was just working out. I usually go outside to work out but it was too cold and I decided to stay in the room. I was only leaving to grab some water. I swear.”
He nodded and watched her curiously. Just what was her problem? She seemed to be staring at her computer intently after typing in a few keys. He guessed that she had typed in his name and checking to see if he was even in the system as a listed student. Didn’t the staff keep records of all this and check with one another? That didn’t seem to make any sense that she wouldn’t know of him. Surely she must have heard of the one boy living in the girl’s dorms…
>> "So, Vicente…Would you like to entertain me with a story explaining how you came to be where I found you, wearing that…and holding that…this early in the morning?..."
…or apparently not.
Suddenly the weight of the situation began to crush his shoulders. He looked down at his attire and saw that he was only half-dressed and then glanced over to the red panties that he had found on the ground. Adding those two images together, sprinkle in a mix of teenage hormones and the early morning hours and—
“Oh…no…” he started to lower his head. The connections having been made, he suddenly saw the picture that the woman painted for him. Half-dressed man stepping out of the girl’s dorms would only result in certain conclusions, right? “Um, I can explain,” he said as he gestured with his hands, inadvertently flailing the red panties about. Catching them out of the corner of his eye, he tossed the onto her desk, trying to get rid of the evidence on him. “Honest to goodness, I found those outside my door,” he said, nodding to the panties. “And…I…just happen to live in that room you pulled me away from. T-They said the boys dorms were full and the few that were empty were under renovation, I swear.”
What was it about her eyes that made her so damn scary?!
Okay this was really getting old now! Vicente tried to reason with the insane woman but she was not listening to him, or even acknowledging his cries! If it were not for the fact that his ear was close to falling off, he would have assumed that she had just forgotten all about him and they just happened to be going in the same direction. But that was obviously not the case. She was not letting go of his ear and, worse yet, she had a destination in mind!
What the hell was going on?!
Through the halls, down the stairs, and finally tossed into an office, Vicente winced and rubbed his ear when it was finally relinquished! God, it was like on fire! Whoever this woman was, she certainly had a knack for attacking painful parts of the body.
“Damn lady, almost took it off,” he moaned as he rubbed his ear further.
>> "Name."
He blinked.
“What?” he rubbed his now sore neck from being hunched over due to the dragging. That was a long about way just to get someone’s name! “Vicente,” he finally answered.
It was rare that Vicente had to look up when he was face-to-face with someone. He was fairly tall, muscular, and tended to dwarf the majority of people that he spoke with. But, standing there outside of the room and inspecting the red panties he found for a name, or something so that he could find out their owner, he was shocked when another figured appeared in front of him. He hadn’t even heard the door across from him open until he noticed the figure there.
And he had to look up. Not by much, but just enough to make it a little noticeable. He peered up into the taller, dark-skinned woman’s eyes and found her narrowing gaze on him. Honestly, he didn’t know what it was, but something inside of him shriveled up and he realized that there was some form of anger or…something aimed directly towards him.
But that was impossible, right? He hadn’t don’t anything wrong to his knowledge. Maybe it was just his imagination.
His lips twisted into a smile of greeting as he was about to say “Good Morning” and ask what she was doing in his friend’s room.
Instead all that came out was an “Ow! What’re you—“ as he felt his ear suddenly being grabbed. A hard tug soon followed and before he knew it, the muscular teenager was wincing as he was being dragged away from the safety of his room.
“Ow! Ow! Lady, are you crazy?!” he growled, not really daring to fight back too hard. She maybe staff and he didn’t want to get in further trouble by assaulting one of them. “OW! Watch the ear!”