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.
Cafas didn't like how fast Jude rolled back over. It looked distinctly the opposite of restful. He knew enough about concussions to recognise rapid movement like that as a bad idea.
>“You told her?”
Now Jude was sitting. The look on his face looked like embarrassment with a healthy helping of malfunctioning vision. Cafas stood up and closed the distance between them. Those few steps gave Jude just enough time to swing his legs out of the bed.
>“C’mon. Doesn’t have to be fighting. Weights? Peaceful resistance training?”
"Not a chance. You're going to stay here and recover." Cafas emphasised his point by gently but firmly pushing Jude back down onto the bed. He swung his legs up for him and all. Nurse Cafas to the rescue!
... Why do I feel like this isn't the first time I've been Nurse Cafas?
"Yes I told her Jude, she's your mother. When I tell her the full story later I expect I'm going to get my ass kicked." It didn't help that he'd refuse to fight back, or that in a fight Ghost had the far more useful power. Metal manipulation wasn't much good against air. Cafas could practically feel the slap that was coming. Maya had been distinctly more violent recently, as far as Cafas could tell.
"Still, I respect the tenacity. Find a way to harness that."
Staying here and recovering sounded like the lame option, not at all what someone who was strong would do. Someone strong would keep pushing. Someone strong would... probably not have gotten laid out in the first place.
Jude frowned. At Cafas. At the ceiling. At himself.
"She's not my mom and she's not going to kick anybody." Ghost was like a dandelion poof. The worst she could do to the people she loved was scatter. "Don't you know about the arrangement we have? We're peers. It's only paper that makes her my mom."
Jude rolled his eyes which brought Cafas' pink hair into his peripheral vision. Maybe he could lull Cafas into a stupor by boring him to death. Then, when the X was asleep, Jude could sneak out.
Or maybe it was being cooped up in the infirmary. "Hey. So if the aim is to rest, can I do it in my room? It's lame to take up a bed here. Somebody might need it or something."
>"She's not my mom and she's not going to kick anybody. Don't you know about the arrangement we have? We're peers. It's only paper that makes her my mom."
"Frankly, no I didn't know that. It's never really come up between the life and death situations." Or maybe it had, Cafas wasn't exactly attentive after missions. Usually he was a bit dazed, or injured. Hell, he'd read back some of his reports a while back and struggled to understand them.
"I also wouldn't count on her not kicking anyone. There was that whole laptop thing.
I really need to stop taking head blows...
>"Hey. So if the aim is to rest, can I do it in my room? It's lame to take up a bed here. Somebody might need it or something."
That actually sounded sensible to Cafas. He'd have to keep an eye on Jude to make sure he didn't go running off. He wasn't certain this wasn't all some teenage ploy to escape. Ghost really might kill him if Jude managed to get himself any more hurt.
"Come on then. Sounds fair enough. You try sneaking off and you'll wish you were doing Sam's fitness training though." He meant it too. Once Jude wasn't concussed, if he'd tried to sneak out, Cafas would see to it that he trained until he could train no more, and then some.
Maybe more after that too...
The X-man helped Jude stand, trying to decide if he was going to have to actually stay in his room. On the one hand, awkward, especially with a room mate. On the other hand, he seemed to be one of the only people more self-destructive than Cafas.
"It probably never came up because I've never been an X before. Plus, a lot of people haven't seen the two of us hang out since Ghost lived off site for so long. I promised her I'd stick around this time." Because last time things really went bad when he ran off. He sorta felt bad, but Jude understood that Sebastian running off around the same time was purely incidental. That had been a weird time for their family all around, actually.
Jude let Cafas help him. It was more like Cafas was a crutch or a tool that Jude was employing rather than someone who could bench press him. But either way they were getting to his room and that was awesome. He had books and cuddly blankets and... prooooobably he didn't have to worry about the girl he'd been hiding there.
Cafas probably wouldn't care anyway.
By the time they made it up the stairs and all the way down to the last possible room on the boy's hall, Jude was feeling distinctly worse for their trip. But he'd gotten all the healing he could and was holing on to DocProf's power for dear life.
The room was a double, both bunk beds were piled with a nest of blankets. The wall featured a large bone bikini babe poster and a couple posters for bands, one large photo of what appeared to be a cell phone advertisement that featured two young men. The floor was clear except for a few items of clothing miscellany: a girl's tee and bra, a man-sized tuxedo, a pair of fuzzy slippers, and an empty cat collar with a bell and a note attached that said "NO BELL "
Jude relaxed when he saw his room was empty. He'd lobbied to keep his room technically roommate free since the last kid had moved out. He argued that it was too hard to keep his power from going off at night with another mutant so close by. It helped that it was true. Jude woke up with Gwen's headaches more often than not.
"Home sweet home." Jude dove, gently, for the bottom bunk and wrapped himself into a blanket cocoon.
Their walk was quiet and took slightly too long for Cafas' comfort. They passed his old dorm, no doubt housing a student very confused about the baby blue walls. If they hadn't repainted. In fairness, they likely had. He didn't exactly get permission before doing it.
Didn't go with my hair at all either...
Turned out Jude lived in literally the last room in the hall. Cafas took a look around the room. It was decorated exactly how he'd expect for a guy his age. Posters of bands, and scantily clad psychopaths. The girl's tee was an odd development. As were the fluffy slippers. The bra pushed it out of the realms of coincidence.
"Home sweet home."
Jude was in bed quick as a concussed flash. Cafas raised an eyebrow at his retreating form. "Looks like your girlfriend's moving in. Might wanna hide that stuff, the admins can get tetchy about this stuff, especially under age." It really wasn't any of Cafas' business. He didn't much care either. It was more a matter of not wanting the kids to get in trouble.
Jude doesn't seem like he needs that trouble in his life right now.
"Also, if you have plans, cancel them. I'm staying to make sure you're okay." He pulled up a chair and set it against the wall, grabbed a random book that was laying around and flicked on a lamp. If Jude would rather just go to sleep, Cafas would entertain himself reading. "Sorry to say you'll be getting woken up hourly, just to make sure you actually can wake up."
Under age? That earned an eye roll. "Only under age 'cause I choose to be." And, you know, reality. Much like his adoption by Ghost, reality was only on paper anyway.
As if no one had noticed a bra or two laying around before. "Nobody else lives here." Officially. He rolled his eyes for emphasis and played it off. "I copy powers, Cafas, and Mirror is just down't the hall. Don't gotta be a heathen." That bra was most definitely Gwen's, but... well... he maybe had borrowed one of hers before for that very reason. That was part of the reason why Jude made for a such a good hiding place for her.
Being woken up every hour sounded not fun for either of them. "You sure I can't convince you that you have something better to do?" Jude buried his face in blankets all the way up to his nose. He would have to remember to close the window. "Posters to sign. Babies to kiss." There were plenty of X-men things to do even at this hour, right?
What was Sveta up to tonight? Probably murdering hobos. Jerk. He settled into his blankets, fully intent on sleeping upright in his cocoon.
That was an odd sentiment. Also, legally speaking, false. Cafas kept that to himself though, powers made the world topsy turvy and he wasn't a great debater. Jude seemed like he'd just be stubborn enough to make Cafas give up for his sanity's sake.
Preserving what little is left I suppose.
>"Nobody else lives here. I copy powers, Cafas, and Mirror is just down't the hall. Don't gotta be a heathen."
That... That was weird and Cafas rather tried not to think about it. Also wasn't mirror two separate people? How did that factor in with Jude's powers? Nope, just quit the line of thinking all together. It was much too difficult for Cafas' brain. He didn't know whether he entirely bought that story either. "Whatever dude, either way, doesn't bother me any. Be safe is all I'll say." Because you could be safe with power mimicking a gender shifter. Somehow.
We're weird... So so weird.
>"You sure I can't convince you that you have something better to do? Posters to sign. Babies to kiss."
Cafas cringed at the thought. Then he reflexively winced before remembering his nose was no longer broken. He looked up from the first page of the book, at Jude in his weird chrysalis of blankets. "You'll need to try different options, those both sound terrible. Also I'm very sure you can't. Concussions can kill people. I'm not having you on my conscience. I'd never forgive myself, and worse than that neither would Maya." Or the rest of the X-men. It was bad enough how close most of them came to getting killed in the field. Deaths in training... It would be devastating.
I think that might just be the end of me, if it happened...
That earned the X-man a complicated sort of smile that was hidden under blankets anyway. Now was probably not the best time to admit that talk was a little late. Cafas seemed all kinds of bewildered and out of his depth about Jude in general.
"Not ready for kids." He admitted. "Probably ever." He'd seen some in his future, though. 'Course the future was always changing. Jude frowned at that thought. He hadn't had the future seeing power in a long time. Hadn't felt the itch to know for a while either.
He was definitely feeling it now.
And when Cafas put it into perspective like that Jude felt entirely selfish for wanting to ditch the guy. He'd figured it was some weird "I-like-your-mom" sort of obligation not actual care about his well-being. Or, maybe that's what Cafas was saying anyway. It wasn't Jude's well-being he was worried about. It was Cafas' own guilt the pink-haired guy wanted to avoid.
"Mmm. Thanks, I guess." He didn't want to die today. Didn't expect it either. Hard to even think that way at this age. Jude let his eyes close.
If he did pursue anything with Maya he'd have to give that some serious thought, wouldn't he? Life could never be simple. He'd discuss it with Maya if it ever became an issue. Which it might not. Probably wouldn't? Again, why was there no topic that wasn't confusing and strange to think about?
>"Mmm. Thanks, I guess."
"Hey, you're part of the team, so you're part of the family. Like it or not, I now care what happens to you. X-men are the only family I've got." Only family he cared about was perhaps more accurate. He theoretically had a family back home, but there was a burn on his shin and some scars on his torso that had earned them a permanent position in his bad books.
Jude drifted to sleep, best Cafas could tell. The metal manipulator set a quiet timer on his phone and put it back in his pocket. He allowed the book to whisk him off to some place and time he'd never been. Every hour he'd give Jude a gentle shake by the shoulder, wait for him to blearily open his eyes and acknowledge Cafas, then let him get back to sleeping. When the sun finally peaked over the horizon, Cafas gave the kid one last check, then slipped out.
Maybe he'd go home.
Maybe he'd crash in an empty mansion room.
Maybe he'd go fill Maya in, and enjoy her hangover.
He'd spent a night sober for the first time in months, the world was his oyster.
Hopefully a soft oyster, with cushioning and a dark room.