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.
Sarah tried very hard to keep the thought out of her head, but the wine was making it hard and Becca's love life was just something her brain couldn't comprehend enough to censor itself. There's the other plot of the soap opera.
"We've all got something interesting about our lives, Red. No judging going on here." Because she really couldn't judge.
Jules asking about Cosmo actually got a moment's thought from the artist. "I think I'm on my third glass. Maaybe my fourth?" She paused trying to remember how many times she had filled her glass. She knew that they had opened at least two bottles of wine. Serena had brought out some fancy wine. "Yeah I'm thinking we should slow down a bit. But, I am drunk enough for Cosmo!"
Setting her glass down, Sarah stood up and moved over to the redhead of the group. "Pardon me, Hun." She sat down behind her and pulled Becca's hair together behind the Scot. "I might be having a romantic relationship with a convicted felon who I dated years before. Which is also the bad boy I didn't know was a bad boy. Well, didn't know until recently." Separating three strands from the mass of hair, she started making a small-ish braid. She was trying to let the younger girl know she wasn't alone with the strange love life happenings.
"I would not mind stopping for story time," Sarah grinned. There seemed like a lot of good stories between all of them. The things she was learning were pretty little when all was said and done. None of them really knew any names or specifics at this point. Unless the tale had been told before hand.
Reaching over to fill her glass with Serena's new fancy wine, she thought of what her turn should be. They had already done the male/female bits of fun. Grinning and turning to look straight at her fellow brunette, she spoke. "Never have I ever kissed or slept with an X... man."
She cackled as her friend blushed and took her drink with a 'That's not fair'. Sarah was pleasantly surprised when the other two took their own drinks with their own blushes.
"I think I'll let you sweat for a bit," she teased him. She'd ask Juliette if she was okay with it later.
The wind howled around them. As Sarah shifted her feet for a better stance, she felt Nate's hand wrapped around her waist. She instinctively leaned closer to his larger body for some protection. The rain on it's own wouldn't be that big of a problem. It was the wind making the drops feel like BB pellets that was.
>>”Sorry. Maybe we should find shelter before the park floods. It’s up to you, Sarah. What do you want to do?”
She froze up as their eyes connected. God. He was beautiful. How the hell was that fair? It wasn't and she was kind of tired fighting this.
"Uh, yeah. We should. Knowing our luck, it'll get worse." Shaking herself (and breaking eye contact) Sarah tried to focus. Not really wanting this to end, she grasped at a possibility. "I wouldn't mind getting something to eat, though."
There. She let him know she was okay with continuing this weird not-a-date thing they had going on today. If they kept going the way they were though... Well, Sarah wasn't opposed to a change. "There should be a pizza place near here." If her mental map of where they were was right. The mist may have her turned around.
They were barely into the night and Sarah was already have fun. Never Have I Ever was a game she knew they could play without being too specific. And it would drop some barriers between everyone. The brunette had already learned quite a bit about the other women. Jules and Serena had kissed redheads. Becca was a flirt. Serena seemed strictly on her side of the field.
And apparently Serena and Becca had kissed each other within thirty minutes of meeting.
"Wait. Really? You two?" she giggled.
"In mah defense. Her eyes ur very blue."
Sarah couldn't help but giggle at them. "Doesn't that place have, like, security cameras?" The song playing ended and a new one began. Smirking, she knew her question. "And, never have I ever kissed a girl and liked it." She then too a generous sip of wine.
She laughed a little harder as every single one of them took a large pull of the alcoholic beverage. Sarah had to put a hand up to her mouth to make sure she didn't spew her own drink.
Becca was the one to break the silence. "Ah mean. They've aw bin guid." Which made Sarah hastily swallow so she could burst into laughter.
The brunette smiled at Serena then turned to the last woman of their little party.
>>"An’ Ye mist be Sarah? Ah’m Becca.”
Taking the offered hand was an easy choice. Sarah wondered if these women would become good friends after tonight. "Sarah. It's nice to meet you."
Dropping her things against some pillows, the artist moved towards the kitchen with the wine. She smiled at Juliette's throwback comment. It was a pretty good song. "I'm good with the music too. Serena, where's your bottle opener at?" Sarah didn't want to just go routing through the cabinets and drawers to find it.
>>"Makeovers? Baking? Nail painting? Chick flicks? Significant other talk? We can alway peruse Buzzfed or Cosmo if we need more ideas."
Sarah groaned. "Let me have a glass or two before you pull out the Cosmo. Please." She did not think she could deal with Cosmo questions until she was at least a little inebriated. "As the newbie of the group, I would like to get to know everyone before we dive too deep," Sarah teased. She trusted Jules and Serena and Becca seemed like good people, but she still wouldn't mind knowing more than just names. And as it was a party, they'd do it in a fun way. "I suggest either Truth or Dare or Never Have I Ever to start us off."
>>”Though if I was trying to woo, just a little, I don’t think anyone would blame me.”
Was he... Tilting her head, she tried to catch Nate's eye. "Oh, just a little?" she teased back with a pronounced pout. Well, if they were going back to flirty banter... At least it was something they were good at together.
At his quip to stay close, Sarah knocked her shoulder into him. Her cheeks were definitely rosy. If that was due to the cold, wind, or company, she didn't know. Returning his smirk with one of her own was easy. Felt right even.
>>”Sooo… have you told any of your friends about the mysterious art thief ex-boyfriend coming back to town?”
"A couple people know an old boyfriend is back," she admitted. "Only one of my friends know about the 'art thief' part. You might have met them actually. You guys work in the same place at least." Sarah kept her answers vague, not knowing what all Juliette would want Nate to know about her. "Though your face has made it's way to Mrs. Trust, who owns the building I live at."
The rain was being to fall in earnest now. Drop after drop hit the ground until there wasn't even a second between drops. The clouds had split open and were now showering the city. The wind was getting stronger now too.
It wasn't that the idea was a bad one. Dating Nate again would most likely be fun. It was just... she wasn't sure how she felt about everything. Well that wasn't totally true. Sarah was pissed he had thought to make a choice for her and it stung that there was a part of him he never told her about. It made her wonder how much he had been invested in their relationship years ago. If he was as invested as she had been. Those thoughts were toxic though. She knew if she let them take root in her mind, she would never really trust Nate again. Shaking the thoughts away, Sarah focused back on the conversation.
>>”...it paid to know a bunch of little things. Fencing, wine tasting, sailing; mostly things rich people spend their time on. Knowing the meanings of flowers is a good conversation starter. Doesn’t hurt for wooing, either. Not that I’m wooing.”
Sarah chuckled at Nate's response. ”Easy, tiger. I didn't think you were. So you know all the little things rich people know and take interest in.” That was interesting. A little bit of his past that wasn't so... gloomy. So long as she didn't think about it, it was just another talent.
Feeling a couple of actual rain drops hit her head, the brunette looked up. She couldn't see what the sky looked like because of the mist, but a few more drops landed on her face. Laughing at herself, she stopped walking. ”Hold up. Let me get my umbrella up. Looks like it's gonna start actually raining soon.” Popping open her green umbrella she set it on the shoulder closest to Nate. Taking a sip of her warm beverage, she tried to find a new topic. ”So...”
She felt a little awkward coming with Juliette to this stranger's place for a party. Sarah wouldn't know anyone but her best friend after all. The small size made her feel better. It wouldn't be like her shows where she knew no one. Carrying the other bag of goodies and a bottle of red wine.
Hey it may be a sleepover, but they were all adults. And adults could drink. She had made sure to double check that everyone was legal with Jules.
>>"Hi yourself! This is Sarah. Can we come in?"
Waving a little, she greeted the blonde woman. "Hi. Thanks for letting me crash your party. I do bring wine though," she smiled, holding up the bottle for inspection. Seeing the other woman's jean shorts made the brunette feel better about her own cargo pants and concert tee.
Sarah rolled her eyes at her friend. "I know. Big girl panties and everything. Don't worry about missing the show. I technically missed most of it myself." Pulling out her phone, she pulled up the gallery's website. "I didn't get any myself, but the gallery has a thing about taking pictures." Handing over the phone, she started explaining the basics of the gallery sales and the few commissions she got from the show.
>>”That’s the only thing I can think. Or maybe it’s a mutant thing?”
"Could be just a New York thing," she laughed. Sarah often found things that were just unique to New York.
As Nate had stopped, the brunette took a moment to look at the flowers. They were all in full bloom and there were more types than she could name. Flowers had never been an interest of hers, though she knew which ones were safe to consume and which were poisonous. She fingered a small white flower before turning back to her friend.
She blinked as Nate offered her a rose. Heat rushed to her cheeks before the rest of what he was saying made sense. New beginnings. Smiling as she took the bloom, she nodded. "Very appropriate."
"Would the lady like the white violet as well?" the vendor asked. "A good combination, yellow roses and white violets. Let's take a chance, if I remember correctly."
Now she was sure she was visibly blushing. "Thank you, but I think we'll be fine." Wanting to get away quickly, Sarah grabbed Nate's arm and began walking away. She willfully ignored the vendor's chuckles as she pulled them further along the path. "How did you know what the rose meant?" she asked Nate as she tucked the rose into her jacket, letting the stem hide away but the flower tickle her cheek.
Sarah smiled a little as Nate nudged her back. It felt good. Familiar. She hid her smile behind her tea and just enjoyed the company. Hearing that not a lot of the students the artist had met were still at the school was a little upsetting, but she knew life was unpredictable. At least they would know the school would be a safe place to land if they needed it.
>>”Not that I don’t love my new students; I do. It’s just crazy to see how much changes when you leave for four years.”
Biting her lip, she tried to make a quick decision. She knew a lot of what happened to Nate during the past four years, but it felt a little one-sided. She hadn't mentioned her dad or trip home when they had talked. Now would probably be a good time. They were trying to show trust in each other, weren't they?
"It changes fast. I was gone for a bit. Most of 2014 I think." Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself to tell this new bit of history to her... to Nate. "My dad had a stroke December 2013. Died in July. I get coming back and finding things changed." Ignoring the water building in her eyes, Sarah took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "Took awhile to get back into New York's groove, but it's probably easier to in a city like this." She had let herself stay away from New York's active areas which in retrospect had made it hard to heal.
Up ahead she spotted one of the few park stands open in the misty weather. Looked to be a flower cart. Strange considering the season. "Strange. Do you think he has a greenhouse or something?" she asked, completely unaware of how quickly she had changed subjects.
Walking alongside her ex-friend felt a bit like deja vu. It was years between, but their beginning was similar enough to cause the feeling.
>>"...people know what happened. I spent a long time being anonymous, so I guess not hiding anything anymore is surprisingly… vulnerable?”
That... made a lot of sense actually. Smiling at Nate, Sarah knocked into his arm. "Trust is a two-way street. But I think it's much more fun when you walk it with someone else, don't you?" she asked, gesturing to the path in front of them. Both literally and figuratively.
He was being honest after all. Or at least he said he was. Sarah reminded herself that questioning his honesty would not help them at this point. Though there would probably be that little questioning voice for awhile, like she said two-way street. If she couldn't give him some trust, why should she expect any in return. Besides, she could talk to Jules about all this now so she wasn't on her own. It was really nice to have girl friend again for things like this.
She listened as Nate talked about teaching again. It was something she had admired before. On the field trip, Nate had looked good while he worked with the kids. There had been all sorts of ages and he dealt with them so easily. The children were attentive and while there had been some trouble makers, the trip had cemented her affection for the man. Hearing he was returning to teaching and enjoying it made a soft smile grace her lips.
"Not having a traditional schooling probably helps in this case. Art isn't exactly something you can teach like everything else. And a lot of those kids could probably use a little unconventional now and then," she smiled. "Anyone from our field trip still there?" she wondered.
Sarah laughed at her friends insinuation. "Well, so long as his room is nice," she winked back. "But seriously, so long as you're okay with everything, that's great! I just wanted to make sure you were good."
"How are you ladies doing over here?" their waiter, John Sarah thought his name was, asked. He was also holding a jug of ice water.
"I think we're good for right now. Still working on our meals," Sarah offered. Having worked as a waitress, she got the whole 'more tables means more money' mentality, but the place really was dead. Or maybe he was wanting to make sure he was seen as 'attentive.' Or hell, he could've been bored.
>>"And an art teacher. No wonder you guys get along."
Sarah did the mature thing and stuck her tongue out. Then she laughed at their silliness. It was good to be comfortable enough to be silly with Juliette. Made the artist recognize her as a true friend, even if they hadn't known each other years and years.
>>"Hmm. Sam has a dog and a cat? What else do you want to know?"
"Well, you said he proposed? I thought you guys met less than a year ago. I mean, no judging, but how are you feeling about that?" Sarah wasn't trying to poke holes in her friend's relationship, but she wanted to make sure Juliette was okay with everything going on. "Don't get me wrong, Sam seemed real nice when I met him, but technically you two can be considered living together, right? Separate rooms, yeah. But not a whole lot of space." Was she being too picky? Sarah knew her friend only a little longer than Sam, if she counted right. Juliette was still probably her best friend at this point.
"Good," she grinned. She was glad he hadn't thought she had bailed. That would not have been a good start to their day.
Taking a look around, Sarah smiled. "These are my favorite kind of days. The world just... slows down a bit, you know?"
Looking into the park, the misty rain clung to the trees and the metal of the benches she could see. She couldn't see very far into Central Park, due to the mist. But that was one of the things she loved about this weather. If you go far enough, the weather will take you completely out of the city. It was almost like being back in the forests of Washington.
Pushing some of her wet hair out of her face, she turned from the picturesque scene back to her ex-friend. "So, how've you been? Settling back in okay?" Sarah asked, suddenly nervous about how this would work. Them starting over.
Sarah wasn't afraid to admit she was still attracted to Nate. There was, however, still some hurt from before. The artist knew she could hold a grudge pretty well. Talking with Juliette had helped some (ignoring the comparison to daytime television), but she was still leery of how their relationship friendship would recover. But, if there was one thing she had learned after her father passed away, it was to not let those hurts fester.