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 couldn't help herself. She burst into giggles after Juliette confirmed her suspicion. She could barely get any air into her lungs though which led to a strange silent laugh thing.
Gasping, she tried to explain her reaction to her friend. "I..." More giggles. "...met him..." Gasping as she finally calmed her laughter enough to just the occasional snort, the brunette took a drink of her water. "It was... I'd say three, almost four, years ago. But yeah, we met. I've done the slide thing too." Another burst of laughter left her lips.
Ice pirate that apparently really wanted to marry her friend. Huh. "What is the Aracini stuffed with?" she asked.
"There are several options of beef, chicken, lobster, and clam that our kitchen offers."
"Hm, beef, please."
"Alright. Anything else I can get you ladies?"
Sarah shook her head. Ice and eye-patch with police connections. And finally a name. Which actually sounded like someone she had met. Once John was gone, she would ask. But how to do it? Most memorable part of that encounter? Ice skating without skates and in the air.
"Well, so long as he doesn't get pushy on you, I don't think you have much to worry about. But, question, does he do an ice trick like Frozone from Incredibles?" Sarah could no longer watch that movie without thinking 'I've done that' when Frozone was skating.
Sarah blinked. "You live two doors down from a pirate?" She couldn't keep back the giggles. "And don't think I don't know what you and your pirate get up to."
Eye-patch. Ha! Halloween must have been fun. Sarah was starting to paint (figuratively) a picture of the man her friend was dating. A fighter connected with the police, mutant since he was at the Mansion and Sarah knew that much, wanted a serious relationship with her friend, and had an eye-patch.
Why did some of the sound familiar? "How serious is he? I mean, going steady or meet the family?"
After letting Juliette tell her the answer, Sarah had another question. "What's his thing again?" though she kept it vague as she saw John coming back with their drinks.
Mansion, she knew that one. Sarah had been aware of the move since it would mean less opportunity for them to meet up.
>>"...been teaching health and sex-ed classes..."
Sarah did not hold back her snort of laughter. Her friend was gorgeous and the idea of teenaged boys having to hear about sex-ed from the attractive woman... Highlight of her day. The brunette remembered how awkward her brother had been when their parents had given him The Talk. Highlight of the year.
>>"Oh- I told you about the guy I've been seeing, right? Sam?"
She hummed and smirked at her friend. "Guy who was bleeding on the floor of the ER and thought he could let someone else go before him. Also helped with the hospital hold up because you had his number. That guy?" Oh yes, Sarah had heard plenty about the guy. Even before the two of them apparently got together.
>>”I don’t find much time these days to check out many art shows sadly.”
That... wasn't actually helpful. At all. And then the only thing in her focus was the man. His piercing grey eyes. Tall, broad body. There was definitely familiar. But from where and when were the questions.
>>”I still remember when she let me look at some of the work in her sketchbook. I must’ve been the luckiest guy in New York.”
Sarah quirked an eyebrow at him. She had let plenty of people look through her sketches before she finally got the offer to be shown in a gallery. But the way he made it sound... almost like they were close... but...
"Really?" she asked him, hip cocked and a very unimpressed look on her face.
>>“Sorry, but it had to be done. Now you’ll get free cake, though!”
Sarah rolled her eyes and muttered, just loud enough for her friend to hear. "And you'll of course want me to share."
Ravioli. Apparently they were both wanting things that were more than they seemed. The artist wondered what the meant about them. If she were inclined to psychology, she might know, but probably best she didn't.
>>“Alright, so real talk time. How’s life? How’s the art show going?”
Sarah giggled a bit at how eager Juliette looked. Then again it had been several months. "Life is life. Neither good nor bad all told. The show's good. I've gotten a few requests from different galleries to show pieces now. Which, yay, more chances to sell." Which meant Sarah wasn't having to worry about bills and could splurge a little. Hmmm, might have to see if Juliette wanted to go shopping after lunch. That could be fun. "Found some old sketches from when I first moved to New York, so there's that. Now, enough about me," she leaned forward in mimicry of her friend, "Tell me about you."
Keeping herself facing both the man and the painting let the woman take stock of the stranger. Tall, though most everyone was to her short stature, muscled and she could see his eyes were a haunting grey.
>>The subject I suppose. I used to be terrified of spiders, but this one is interesting to me.”
Something in Sarah twinged at his voice. It was... familiar. Though after living in New York City for almost five years, most accents were vaguely familiar. The admittance to a fear of spiders made her smile though. Not a lot of men she met would admit that aloud. The last one to do that...
Then he was going into her art itself, not just the piece. He sounded like...
>>”I guess you could say I’m something of a fan of her.”
...he knew her work. "Really?" she asked. Sarah was pretty sure she knew most of her regular fans. There weren't too many places with her work yet for her to have difficulty meeting people. "I don't think I've seen you at any of her shows before..." And the brunette knew very little of her art was online yet. So how did he know her?
Sarah sent a bit of a glare to her friend. They did not make these plans for her birthday. Unfortunately she couldn't do anything about it now.
"Water for me as well, please," she answered after Juliette. The waiter smiled and made his way to get their drinks. "Did you have to say something about my birthday? Really? And I was laughing because of the look on the hostess' face as you passed her."
The artist opened her menu then to see what caught her eye. The smell of the place was making her hungry and there were all sorts of pictures that caught her eye. What had John said were the specials? Arancini and Vongole? Fried stuffed rice bowls and clam? Now was that separate or clam stuffed rice balls? The green eyed woman didn't much have a taste for clam.
"So, anything catch your eye?" she asked her friend.
Sarah felt she was doing well. She had people she considered friends and talked to a lot. Her work was being shown more and more in the smaller galleries of New York. She wasn't worried about money.
The brunette artist felt good.
Good enough that going through old sketchbooks hadn't caused her to wallow. It was actually helpful, seeing how she had improved since she first came to the state. She had even turned some of those old sketches into new pieces. Nothing that she truly thought would be of interest to most of those who came through, but they held something important to Sarah herself.
She was especially proud of a few of the pieces that seemed to garner attention. One a painting of Gina, elegantly flying down to the street. The whole painting was dark in color which actually made it hard to see Gina if you didn't know she was there. Guardian of Innocence was the name of the painting. Sarah would admit to spending a lot of her time looking at the piece, remembering past mistakes but the lessons those mistakes taught her.
The other painting was of a more difficult character. And what did it say that there was a more difficult personality to catch in paint than the kind but initially frightening Gina. Then again, Parker was something else. Giant spider with a rather amusing personality. Sarah had enjoyed the challenge of showing the pet spider's playfulness. It ended up looking like a strange close up of a fairy tale creature, Parker taking a bow to an invisible audience. She had a few moments when she had wanted to give him a top hat for fun. That particular sketch was hiding in her studio.
The only thing that made looking through old sketchbooks difficult had been finding an old note from a man she had thought she had something with. The note from Nate was vague. And there wasn't a lot she could have done in response to the note. She was, at least back then, too good for him to drag into whatever had happened. She had left the note within the pages of her sketchbook, thinking she would never open it again. Sad to think about something that never began, but then Sarah had realized the page she slipped the note into was full of sketches of Parker.
Her amusing painting of Parker usually got some fans of Harry Potter due to the title she gave it. Usually gangly teens and bright eyed children. Thus, Sarah felt she was allowed a little shock at finding a pretty muscled man standing in front of Parker. Giant Spider. Acromantula.
"I'll admit, I don't think this one gets much attention," Sarah stated from just a little away from the man. There wasn't really anything that specified her as the artist so hopefully she could get an honest opinion on the piece. "Why did this one catch your eye?"
Sarah spotted Juliette as she moved past the hostess. The artist couldn't help but chuckle at her friend. She should probably feel bad for the woman, since she was just trying to do her job, but watching Juliette just made her laugh. Her laughter lasted until her dark haired friend was getting into her own seat at the table.
“Hey. It’s been a while! How are you?”
"Hey, Jules. I'm good. Been busy getting ready for the spring show. How about yourself?"
Before they could get any further than that, the waiter arrived. "Good afternoon, ladies. My name is John and I'll be your server today. Are we celebrating anything today?"
The restaurant was pretty dead honestly. It was pretty late in the afternoon though. Sarah hoped that the less people would make the meeting with her friend less awkward. The last time she had spoken with Juliette... It had been a while.
The plans they had made were pretty vague back in August. The holidays were coming up and they both knew it would be a bit before they could meet again. The two women texted plenty over the holiday season.
Now both women were free enough to meet. Instead of just meeting at a park or cafe like they did a lot, they had went with a lunch date. Italian food was what Sarah had been craving at the time so here she was, waiting on her friend to get here.
Hopefully nothing had come up at the school. Sarah was really looking forward to learning about Juliette's man.
"Yeah between 17th and 19th," Sarah agreed. Juliette gave her estimated time. Which didn't sound too bad, though she wondered if the other woman would be walking or grabbing a cab. If she lived nearby maybe they could meet up more often. "Just come on up when you get here. The door will be open."
While Juliette made her way to Sarah's apartment, Sarah started a pot of coffee and finished her trail mix snack. She went to unlock her door before she forgot. After she had that done, she went to her dinning room/artist studio to get her sketching materials out. She also grabbed some paints in the event she wanted to test a few colors against reality. She made her all her pencils were sharpened and her eraser wasn't hiding, as it was wont to do. She pull out her big sketch paper instead of her usual sketchpads.