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.
Serena yawned as the needle went into her skin gently, Doc was of course gentle but he really didn't need to be. She was used to minor pains like her skin being broken by now, she'd bled from her own body so many times that it wasn't much trouble and she was also pretty used to needles and donating blood. She'd done it quite recently in fact, and due to the nature of her power it wasn't hard to do it again.
She'd had a small conversation with the Doc the other day she was helping out a teacher, when a kid had scraped their knee on the grounds and she took him to go and get a plaster (No need to bother him with a minor little scrape) and he'd mentioned that their stocks of blood for transfusions had been scarce for quite a while, and with things like the terrorist attack when some of the places that you might get them from were holding supplies for cases of emergencies when more might be needed.
She'd offered to donate almost immediately and told him to just text her the details for when would be a convienient time to come and drop some off. Being well aware of her power's functionality from visits over the years, he'd agreed.
So here she was, in the late morning sitting down in one side of the infirmary, not as a patient but just as someone helping out. She smirked as the older man stood up and moved to the other side. "It's almost surreal." She commented, he turned and looked at her. "Well I've been in here way too many times, and I can't think of more than one or two occasions when it was voluntary and without some kind of injur-" She would be cut off by another entering the room.
There were, admittedly, some problems with the way Cafas trained. One of the key problems tended to be that it wasn't sustainable should Doc Prof ever leave the Mansion for whatever reason. Cafas seriously hoped he'd find out about that before starting training for the day, but then, he'd once been pushed out a window only to find out Doc Prof was on leave. Broken arms took way too long to heal for Cafas' liking.
It was honestly hard to tell if he'd just had a bit of an off day, or if he'd adjusted the difficulty settings of the simulation too soon. He had been feeling rather irritated by his seeming plateau recently. It was possible he'd over estimated how well he'd been doing just to justify trying to push himself further. The Danger Rom was also starting to resist his attempts to escalate. He'd dealt with the previous limits for solo simulations with a few days of experimental reprogramming. The hard limits just refused to be pushed, though.
Probably for the best. Even by his standards, as someone that was injured daily, he was in bad shape. He had more fractures than he cared to mention, luckily most of them in his face, ribs, or extremities. The bruising was unreal, and one of the simulated opponents had even sneaked a cut in with a ceramic blade. It wasn't deep, but it bled. He needed to train harder, clearly.
This is probably a day to go to Doc Prof first.
Cafas' hadn't been so injured since his drunk fight with a META knight. He entered the infirmary on strides that brought tears to his eyes, breathing shallowly to try and avoid any pain he could. He honestly probably looked like he'd lost a fight with a truck. Even Doc Prof stopped and balked for a moment. Cafas did his best to smile. At least he hadn't lost any teeth. "Hey Doc." Breath in, "Mighta overdo..." Oh, the doctor had a visitor. Cafas trailed off. He vaguely recognised the face as one he'd seen at the mansion. From memory, he'd never actually met the woman.
Serena blinked a few times at the new entrant into the room, he was one of the sorriest looking people she had seen in a long time, and she had recently literally maimed a teacher here while in training... She took a deep breath and looked him over a few times, her conversation wasn't of immediate concern, the man's physical state was. Jesus, there was so much blood.
DocProf turned back to Serena for a moment and started saying something "Serena will you b-" he began.
She cut him off. "I'll help." She stood and walked over carrying the filling blood bag, gently placing it on the side. She could worry about that and filling up the rest of them in a minute, the man's physical state took priority. Though she couldn't actually heal, she could help with actually cleaning the man up. She wondered how he'd gotten into such a sorry state to begin with though.
She obviously let him take lead, but she was all but officially trained in basic first aid at this point, and obviously she had an unfair advantage with the blood. "Oh my, that is a lot of blood." She exclaimed as the Doc started to do his thing.
British was about what Cafas caught from the woman. So much British. He wasn't nearly well versed enough to pick where in Britain it was from, but it was certainly from there. She was mentioning the blood? Oh yeah. Now that he'd reached his destination, Cafas' concentration was starting to slip. Blood loss, pain, and having spent the last several minutes taking shallow breaths, combined to make his brain feel like it was operating through treacle. He could, of course, have kept focusing through it. He was pretty good at that, and he certainly didn't lack from adrenaline, but he was at the infirmary, and that was a safe place. He didn't need to.
Oh right, she had commented on the blood. "More than... Usual. Pushed too... Hard, maybe." Maybe was not the word his state suggested, but then, Cafas wasn't exactly worried any more. IT had been a little dicey at the time. As the flashing light in the God Room insisted on telling him, life saving functionality had been disabled. Thankfully he'd thought to limit that to only one simulation's duration ,and password lock it.
Doc Prof's face was set somewhere between deep concern and anger. He was quickly at Cafas' side, not waiting for the metal manipulator to sit down before he began healing. "Where are you inured, Cafas?" There was less of the usual resignation in his voice. Far more curt. Cafas let out a chuckle, regretted it a lot, then answered. "Face, ribs, hands, feet." It was all the air he had to get those out. He took a comparatively deep breath in. "Cut on my arm... Superficial." Certainly nothing important severed. Golden glow filled Cafas' vision for a moment as the bones in his face reformed and the swelling subsided.
"Well, Serena, this is our very own Cafas Johnson. Looks like he's just come straight from the Danger Room."
Serena watched in wonder for a moment as the Doc worked, his power was truly an amazing gift to have, and the man himself was so sweet and full of love to carry on healing as he did for people, Cafas on the other hand seemed to be rather out of things. Blood loss, she wasn't at all surprised. Being so well versed in blood loss after all she was well aware of it's effects, she activated her power too filling the area around her body and the wounds that the healer wasn't touching, stopping him from losing any more blood before the doc could get to work on a wound.
Mildly shocked at the extent of the injuries, Serena didn't pay too much attention to Cafas' rambles, keeping stuff in the back of her mind to question afterwards. Serena slowly released areas of the bleeding as the Doc put his hands on those areas to quickly fix them, she imagined the true nature of how the man got this messed up was quickly going to be revealed. She'd almost forgotten that she was still in the process of draining blood into a bag, it had just become background noise for now.
Serena raised an eyebrow at the man as the Doc commented. She was sort of familiar with this, Sam had brought members in (Including her) at one time or another from a training session, however this was a bit more severe than she'd seen. She murmured two herself. "Feels like nearly 2 pints, jesus."
As Doc got further into the healing process and the man was out of the woods she sighed and greeted him. "Well, I'd like to say it's a pleasure to meet you Cafas, but helping people that are bleeding all over the place seems to becoming a common theme recently." She responded, remembering a strange meeting with another mutant.
The relief as the Doc healed was too much to put to words. The instant pain relief alone was wonderful, regaining the ability to breathe was simply awesome. Cafas took a good deep breath as the last of his variously broke, bruised, or dislocated ribs were set right by the magical golden glow coming from Doc Prof's hands. He hadn't truly appreciated how badly hurt he had been until it was no longer there. The older man kept going, moving onto Cafas' bruised, broken, and bleeding hands. The British woman started speaking again.
Okay, try to focus.
He felt woozy, and his heart rate hadn't slowed. Usually by the time He'd seen the Doc he was back to just above resting heart rate. The pain tended to amp it up a little, but not as much as he could feel. Cafas centered himself and blinked twice just to get his bearing back. "The circumstances could certainly be better. Sorry to hear this is becoming commonplace. Are you an A&E medical person?" It would certainly explain why she'd deal with a lot of bleeding, especially recently.
Name, need a name.
"Sorry, I don't think I caught your name." Cafas offered a freshly healed hand, eyed the amount of blood on it, and retracted it, trying to wipe the worst off on his pants. He wasn't sure that made it any better. "Maybe no handshake until I get cleaned up." The heart rate and blood loss finally found their neural path and Cafas calmed down about how fast it was beating.
"Well Mr. Johnson, without taking your shoes off, I'd say that's all I can do. You sit down, I'm going to call Ghost and tell her to talk some sense into you. God knows I've tried my best."
Again, Serena's mind just noted in wonder how impressive the Doc's mutation was, it was frankly crazy. Some mutations were awful, some were useful, if a little grim like Serena's, but there were the rare cases like the one before her that were just downright miraculous. She imagined it couldn't have been fun for the Doctor, but he took it in his stride.
Serena let out a small chuckle as the two of them carried on. "Professional writer, actually." She responded with an extremely amused smirk. She had once upon a time thought about being a Doctor, and she could certainly deal with the blood but writing made her so very passionate and brought happiness into her life, she really couldn't substitute it for anything else. Besides, she was already a student nearly finishing one course, Medical training took even longer.
She smiled at him through a focused expression and responded "I'm Serena."
A sigh of relief escaped her lips as the Doc finally finished with the last visible wound, she released her power for a moment and relaxed. "And the commonplace comment was just bad luck, I believe." She turned her head in slight surprise at the fact that the Doc was mentioning Maya. "Ghost huh... small world..." She mused out loud for a second.
A mental light bulb flared up rather brightly and suddenly. She turned her head back to him quickly, this was obviously the X-man. Abby's symbolic family, and he was somehow close with Ghost. She raised an eyebrow at him. She had a thing or two going through her mind, and neither of them were entirely on the pleasant side of things. She hadn't felt a flash of irritation quite this large since she'd walked into Sam's bedroom.
Cafas decided to take DocProf up on the seat, seeing as he still had fractured bones in his feet. Now the pain was starting to subside though, he definitely thought he should turn the setting back a notch. He didn't know that he'd learned anything from that, except that if pressed he could take on ten big, armed guys and come out of it alive. He'd been doing fine up until then. He'd had a handle on most of the one on ones, even against preternaturally fast or strong opponents. But those numbers were stupid to try, not with all the safeties off and aggression turned to full.
"Serena? Huh. I think Sam's mentioned you before. I guess that'll happen around the Mansion though. How do you know Maya? Professionally? You did say writer, yeah?" Settling into the chair was less of a relief than he'd hoped. Doc Prof could do a lot, but restoring energy to muscles was not one of those things. Cafas leaned forward and began unlacing his boots. When the good Doctor got off the phone with Maya, he'd probably want to finish up the healing.
Oh man, I wish he wouldn't call her. She's going to be so upset.
The first boot was agony. He unlaced it as best he could, but even as loose as it came, there was no getting away from the fact he was pulling a leather combat boot off a broken foot. Cafas grunted at the flashes of pain, then sat back up to take some deep breaths. He had no idea how he'd been walking on that a moment before, now that the adrenaline was starting to fade away.
Serena watched the man with a look somewhere between concern and irritation at his sheer stupidity. The look persisted as she shook her head and responded to him. "I'm also a college student, and you might call me a mansion lurker." She smiled through the irritation. "I like to help out here by volunteering where I can, I helped out Maya with a kid's causing trouble situation a little while ago. She's a nice person." She added.
She also smirked at the mention of Sam. "Thereby confirming that you are the Cafas that I've seen and heard about. Yeah, I used to be one of Sam's students back when I was living here. And as I said, I still hang around a bit and train with him on occasion." She pouted. "On occasions that he isn't a drunk wreck." She added, somewhat annoyed by memories of basically dragging him out of his bed hungover.
Serena's expression melted when she saw his pain, she quickly knelt down near him and glanced up at him. "Try to relax, It'll be easier for me to take them off than you at this point. Just focus on something other than the pain." She responded while beginning to unlace the second one gently.
Cafas nodded and smiled a deeply happy smile at the thought of Maya. "She's absolutely wonderful. Thanks for helping her, she'd have tried to do it alone otherwise, I'm sure." Probably would have managed too, but that didn't make it any less stressful, and Maya did not need more stress. Not between worrying about him, taking care of Rowan, and being an X.
"Sam, on the other hand, is a disaster. That drinking is going to kill him, and I don't know how the hell to save him from himself." There had to be an underlying cause. Noone just up and started being an alcoholic on that level. dude was self medicating, just like Cafas had been. If he could ever get him alone, and relatively sober, he'd have to talk to him about it.
Gotta get him on a mission. Should start looking for stuff.
Serena was unlacing his other boot. Cafas wanted to stop her. Actually, mostly he wanted to avoid the though of the last time someone had removed his boots for him. "You don't - AH! - have to do that. Really."He couldn't exactly stop her though. He'd started with the less busted foot, and even being gentle bone on bone grinding was torture. The steel toes had vaporised at some point, so at least the boot wasn't as stiff. Small mercies.
"You said you were Sam's student? Not many people make it through that process without ending up wearing one of our fetching outfits." Honestly, it was nice to know some people had enough sense to avoid it. Cafas worried enough with the amount of X-men they had, more... God, he couldn't protect all of them. Not with the volume of work the police had given them.
And with this new rise in violence... God, it's getting messy out there.
Serena smiled at the response, he sounded like he really cared about her, and her impression of Maya had been extremely positive. Actually, her impression of the X-men in general had been pretty fantastic. Shin, Sam, Mirror and even Katrina had all given her heavily positive impressions in some way or another. Either helping other people or helping her in some way.
Serena smiled at him sympathetically and looked at the boots. "To be honest if you weren't attacked to the shoes it may just be faster for me to rip them off." She responded honestly, slicing them off with her power would probably cause far less discomfort, however if he was particularly attached to the shoes that was made somewhat less of a viable option. Damn, people and their attachments.
A somewhat frustrated sigh was quickly followed with a response. "Sam is an amazing guy and teacher, I understand he's been through a lot, believe me when I Say I understand most of what he's going through, I've been there. But he's avoiding dealing with it and coping with the drink." She almost growled. "He needs to admit that there is something wrong and want to get better himself before any positive change happens, we can't force it on him."
She giggled in response to the comment. "Well for one thing I'm a bit of a nerd, I prioritized academia. For another after a time I did most of my training on my own, my power was tricky and it was very easy to hurt others with when I was unpracticed." Her smile faded a little. "I respect you guys, a hell of a lot. I also feel like the X-men mean more to people as symbols than as vigilantes. But that's a discussion for a time that you're not in the infirmary." She teased.
"Please, be my guest. They're just boots." Plus they weren't exactly useful without the steel caps. The leather wasn't designed to hold its shape there without those in, and if the leather deformed easily, then it wasn't exactly protecting his feet. Hence the fractures. If Cafas hadn't been training like he did for years, the pain would have been properly overwhelming.
The X-man regarded the blonde for a moment. She didn't seem old enough to be in the headspace she was. He was used to that with the other X-men, but seeing it outside the team was concerning. "I'm sorry to hear that you understand. No one deserves that pain in their life." Cafas leaned his head back against the wall as a fresh wave of wooziness struck him.
"Some symbols. Our leader is drinking himself to an early grave while the rest of us look on, barely coping any better. Some of us try to go about normal lives, some of us don't bother with the charade. Still ,like you said, probably for another time." Cafas shrugged. "Maya's a total nerd. She's a great X-man. You'd be fine. You seem like your heart's in the right place. Everything else can be taught." He wasn't sure if that was meant to be encouraging. He still didn't want any more people than necessary putting themselves in the danger he did.
"So, you've heard of me? I suppose, I'm an X-man and I did movies, probably a lot of people have heard of me. Do I live up to the expectations?" He'd heard he didn't before.
Serena nodded with a soft smile. "This might feel a little peculiar, but it's better than being in pain trying to take them off." She reassured before activating her mutation, the soft blue glow spreading across her body again, she peeled some of the blood from his clothing and moved it to his boots, liquefying it and softly slipping it between the boots and the his socks, she solidified it into something vaguely resembling a razer, leaving the back gently flush against his skin, trying her best not to cause him anymore pain and began to cut it off.
She didn't look up at him to respond as she was concentrating as causing as little discomfort as possible as she sawed through the boot, but she did smile softly. "Well that's nice of you to say, but I don't regret anything really. As hard as they were, my years at the mansion helped shape me into who I am, pain or no." She responded. It was something she thought about quite a lot recently.
She smirked at the comment. "Everyone's entitled to go through rough patches, forgive the wording but you're only human. And having said that, not all of you are having an extremely hard time, Mirror seems to be coping pretty well." She added with another reassuring smile. She skipped over the comment about her being a good fit on the team, she'd thought about that once or twice before. "I might not look like much, but I'm no pushover. I can keep up with Sam on a good day." Barely.
Her face hardened, as she finished trimming off the first boot. "I do my best to give anybody I see the benifit of the doubt, until I actually meet them and can gauge them for myself." She explained. "So far, my honest impression is that you're a bloody idiot." She responded, emoting quite a bit with her voice.
Cafas had no idea what was going on in the direction of his boot, but it certainly wasn't as bad as having it yanked on. Whatever it was though was inside his boot. It was an odd sensation. Probably why she'd warned him it would be.
It was good to hear that Mirror was holding up better than him. Maybe they were just tougher mentally? Perhaps it was the fact they shared the load between two people. Whatever it was, Cafas was glad for it. How long had it been since he'd had a real conversation with either of the twins? He needed to fix that. They just weren't crossing paths.
Not trying too hard though, are you?
"I'm not big on judging by looks, I find myself being wrong too often." She may well have been exaggerating, but then, what did he know? Maybe she really could keep up with old frosty. He had no reason to doubt her. Plus she was helping him, so why even bother to question.
Serena seems pretty nice actually...
Nice, with a harsh honesty. At least she wasn't beating around the bush, he wasn't trying to guess what she meant. He was bad at that. Being in pain didn't help it either. "Can't say I disagree right now. I'll take your reasoning though." Because she may well think he was an idiot for what came out of his mouth, not for what he'd done to his body. If he'd said something stupid, he'd like to know.
Serena really did admire most of the X-men, but another issue with them seemed to be that they tried to carry the weight of the wold on their shoulders, she couldn't imagine the psychological issues that some of the older members like Sam accrued over time just doing what they do. Everybody could do with occasional counselling, or at the very least a short break from the insanity.
She smirked. "Looks can be deceiving." She admitted. "Again, why I tend to ignore rumors and such as much as possible, I prefer to rely on my own judgement than word of mouth. Or recommendations from other people, unless I trust their judgement completely." There weren't that many people who fitted into that category these days. James, Amelia and Mirror were the only immediate ones that jumped to mind.
Serena sighed as she finished up with the first boot, slicing it open enough to gently pull it off without moving around or rubbing his foot too much, she moved to the other one, pulling the small blade of blood telekinetically to do the same thing with the other one. "Well, how about we start with the fact that my first meeting with you basically comes down to you being a sober version of Sam." She paused before expanding. "There is such a thing as pushing yourself to the point of being self destructive."
Again, speaking from experience. "But the thing that caused any irritation you may have detected in my voice comes from Abby." She replied simply as she carried on working.