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.
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It was a bit heavy talking about the actions of S.U.P.E.R. and the rest of the world being afraid of mutantkind, but Jorge was being honest with the young woman. While he was more than happy to display his abilities for her (all the more to earn her favor) she did need to be aware of the climate that she would be stepping into. While mutants were being dealt with in much the same way around the world, it seemed to be almost overly done in the Americas. S.U.P.E.R. was a faceless, cruel organization that destroyed families and labeled mutants like cattle for tracking purposes or for using on their own. Mutants needed help but in the meantime they needed to be careful.
While Mother Magdalene was increasingly enamored with his abilities, she took a somewhat more solemn demeanor as their topic of conversation changed. She was still enamored with his abilities but now she seemed to understand a bit better why there was so much secrecy around him. Displaying his gifts so freely, well, that put him at risk. And yet he was willing do so for her. That had the grounds for a beginning friendship, no?
>> "No need to apologize…I know of what you speak… Have seen it in many places. In some parts of world is still viewed like witchcraft. People are killed. No fancy words from government to hide behind."
He nodded his head solemnly as well. As he continued to manipulate the water before he, he tried to imagine what the world was like through her, innocent eyes. From early on Jorge had thrown himself into the dark, bloody world that led him to where he was today. But for someone like Mother Magdalene, she clearly had a bit of a sheltered life. She knew of some things, of course, but for the most part she seemed to be experienced the vast majority of it for the first time.
This, of course, was information that the man was greatly pleased by. If she truly were that innocent then she wouldn’t be able to catch up on the more subtle nuances of manipulation that others would be able to notice. Of course Jorge was already a master at making people do what he wanted of them, but this just meant that he wouldn’t have to try so hard.
He turned the cube of water in mid-air, smiling as she took delight in staring at it. Slowly he turned it so that the cube was now standing on a point, and with a turn of his fingers, he made it slowly begin to spin like top. Water droplets broke off but they still remained hovering close to the cube, surrounding it like moons circling a planet.
>> "Apologies if I made light of your situation. I am lucky, I know this. Not many have the same privilege as I…Am hoping that in some small way I will help. Will be good example for all different cultures."
He gave her a small, sad smile. Slowly he returned the water back to the basin, allowing it to settle back into its vessel nice and calm. Once it did, the man lifted his kind eyes to the young nun again and gave her a soft bow of his head.
”No. Don’t apologize,” he said with a heavy sigh. ”Light is exactly what we need in this day and age.” Another kind smile. ”I’m sure you will be a fantastic example to help bridge the gap between these cultural differences. People like you are needed. I do what I can but…unfortunately…there is only so much I can do.” The man lamented, sounding like the laboring unable to enact the change for his people that he wanted. ”You, though. I can see you would be able to do wonders.”
She shifted her attention fully back to him as he brows drew together slightly.
”Light is exactly what we need in this day and age. I’m sure you will be a fantastic example to help bridge the gap between these cultural differences. People like you are needed. I do what I can but… unfortunately… there is only so much I can do.”
The Mother mulled over his words for a moment, her hands clasped loosely over her stomach. Her position gave her great reach... more than she could have ever really hoped for if she were being honest. But did that necessarily give her more room to do more?
”You, though. I can see you would be able to do wonders.”
She angled a curious look at him and hummed slightly in thought. Her vision for herself... for the future, was limited currently to her remaining training and the nearly ever-present presence of the Abbess and Father. "From your perspective," she started, forming out her words as she captured her erratic thoughts.
"How might I do more good?" She'd often wondered such, considering her time was limited among the people. From the eyes of someone who lived among them, how might she help more effectively?
"What could I do help bridge gap here? From citizen, to outsider."
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The stage had been set. Jorge saw a lot of potential in the young nun, a lot of potential that would easily be manipulated if he could get her in the right mindset. From their conversation, her reactions to certain things, and her over-all innocence, it was painfully aware that the young woman was just ripe for the picking. She was young, idealistic, sheltered, and she wanted to help – all those formed a perfectly dangerous concoction. By endearing himself to her, he knew that it would only be a matter of time before she found herself listening to his every suggestion.
Of course, Jorge had to treat this like fishing – he couldn’t reel her in too fast or he would lose her and scare her off. No, even if she was unbelievably naïve, he had to take things slow and careful. The net was already cast, all he needed to do was to nudge her deeper into it.
Jorge lamented about the true plight of the people of this country, of others like him, special people, who were being used by individuals who didn’t know any better. Jorge proclaimed that he had done whatever he could, tried his best to ensure that his people and that the community were safe and unforgotten, but he was just one man. What more could he possibly do?
Oh how his honeyed words fell from his lips, his compliments and his awe pressing like a heavy cloud around the young woman’s head. He still needed to gauge just how susceptible she would be to his charms, but this was a good testing ground. If she were offended, it would simply come off as him being an American and little more. But, thankfully, it would prove to be quite the opposite.
He could see that his words were having an effect on her. She looked up at him in thought, the questions flooding through her mind. Though he couldn’t read her thoughts he had a general idea of what it was that she was curious about, of what she wanted to know. Wriggle, wriggle, little fish…wriggle all the more…
>> "From your perspective…How might I do more good? What could I do help bridge gap here? From citizen, to outsider."
On the inside the man had tented his fingers and cackled in a most diabolical way. However, on the outside Jorge remained the same, humble and genuine servant to the church. She wanted his opinion on how she could help more? Oh he had some ideas but he wasn’t going to bombard them with her at this moment. He couldn’t lest she be frightened off. In order to remain in character, Jorge bowed his head respectfully to her.
”Please, forgive me if I spoke out of turn…” he started. ”I would never presume to tell you what to do.” He sighed, looking almost disappointed in himself. ”You have much more important things on your plate than listening to the ramblings of an old man longing for a better world.”
”Please, forgive me if I spoke out of turn… I would never presume to tell you what to do. You have much more important things on your plate than listening to the ramblings of an old man longing for a better world.”
The Mother looked mildly shocked for a moment and knotted her hands together in her robes. "Oh! No, no... No such thing speaking out of turn." She wanted to stress that more, but refuse to allow herself to ramble. "Most important thing I can do is listen to the people.... I live in glorified bubble. You see and feel everything I cannot. Your advice is most important."
And, with how drastically different every culture was, would give her some idea of how to properly behave in a new environment. "Communication is needed to solve problems."
She glanced around the church again, considering that they were alone still. "Have been many places all over world... have seen and done many things, but only with help from the people have I been able to do so." She looked back at him, looking to meet eyes and hoped that he was able to see just how serious she was through her expression.
"Have never been here before. I do not understand fully the people and customs. I would not wish to tread where I am not wanted, or step on any toes."
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She was biting, hook, line, and sinker. The young woman whom Jorge had played the humble fool was fully becoming enraptured with his performance. She truly was naïve to think that a man was well-dressed and with such a status as his own would show such humility so easily. Then again, he couldn’t really blame her, especially if she lived as sheltered a life as she said she did. That would put her into all kinds of trouble in the world if she wasn’t careful. As a matter of fact, know who he was, she could very well already be in danger. But there was no need to tell her that right now – or ever.
She quickly grew apologetic, acting as if she had made the mistake, some mistake in custom that she didn’t know about. Of course Jorge wasn’t offended (either in reality or faking), but continued to cast his eyes downward. She clearly wanted to help but didn’t have a full understanding of what she could do from her little bubble of life. The fact that she kept looking up, seeking her chaperone was evident of the secretive life that she lived. Maybe he could fix that…but he would have to think first.
>> ”Have been many places all over world... have seen and done many things, but only with help from the people have I been able to do so."
He caught her gaze. A small and well-meaning smile tugged at his lips as a look of compassion flush across his features. She had never done anything on her own and, seemingly, was asking in her own way if he could help her. Of course it was too soon to run away or anything like that, that would be an international incident. No, he needed to tread careful and think of the proper way to “rescue” this woman from her life.
Already the wheels were turning.
>> "Have never been here before. I do not understand fully the people and customs. I would not wish to tread where I am not wanted, or step on any toes.”
Jorge took a deep breath. He was quiet and contemplative for a moment. With a glance around to make sure that no one was around, Jorge reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small clip that had several business cards slipped into it. Pulling on free, he handed it over to the young woman with a gentle look. It was the business card for the Atlantis Club, with a phone number on it.
”Mother, despite my good will, do you know why most don’t care for me?” He asked honestly. ”Truth is that my trade is seeped in vice. That is a night club that I run and it caters to the some of the less-than-ideal desires of patrons. However, for as saturated with sin as the money my business produces, I am able to use it for good. I’ve helped people start business of their own, I’ve donated to charities, I’ve donated to church,” he gestured around. ”You are right, stepping on toes is nasty business, but, sometimes you have to in order to do the right thing.” He sighed and gave her a small, sad smile. ”I would happily be condemned to hell for my transgressions, so long as my actions help others to reach their salvation.” he said quietly. ”Isn’t that the meaning of sacrifice? Isn’t that worth stepping on a few toes?”
She waited expectantly for a response of any kind, eager for advice from the first American she had met on her own. When he withdrew a card and handed it to her, her eyebrows rose as she glanced at it curiously. She could read English a little but better than she could speak it at this point since she had time to match it up to the charts she had in her head.
Atlantis Club?
Did it have to do with the Gree Myth? She looked back up and focused on him as he began to speak once more.
”Mother, despite my good will, do you know why most don’t care for me?”
... She could hazard a few guesses, but considering she'd been in the city for only a few hours at best she had no clu-
”Truth is that my trade is seeped in vice. That is a night club that I run and it caters to the some of the less-than-ideal desires of patrons. However, for as saturated with sin as the money my business produces, I am able to use it for good. I’ve helped people start business of their own, I’ve donated to charities, I’ve donated to church, You are right, stepping on toes is nasty business, but, sometimes you have to in order to do the right thing.”
Oh, he hadn't been asking a serious question there. She flushed slightly at her own foolishness, which happened to coincide with his explanation of what it was he did. Apparently the club he ran catered to what she assumed were the more basic human instincts.
”I would happily be condemned to hell for my transgressions, so long as my actions help others to reach their salvation. Isn’t that the meaning of sacrifice? Isn’t that worth stepping on a few toes?”
Really, she was momentarily caught off guard by him. In some ways some of the things he was saying just didn't... sit right... and in others she understood exactly what he was talking about. Sure, in the pursuit of good there were certainly many people who wouldn't agree, or who some actions would downright anger, but... why try to wrap the up in a pretty bow? It was impossible to please everyone given how vastly different cultures could be, but she wasn't one to try and sugar coat her actions to make them seem- oh, maybe it was because of who she was that he worded things in such a way? There was certainly a stigma that followed her around... one the Abbess was more than happy to keep alive. Here, without a guide breathing down her neck, she decided to let a little bit of her own belief system slip out.
After a moment of overthinking things in her typical fashion, she let out a little laugh. "You will not go you hell, Mr. Cervantes." A small smile settled on her lips as she tucked his card into a pocket under her apron. "Contrary to what many others might say, being human is not sin. Doing good, no matter how it is funded, is not sin." She didn't want to go on a tangent about where most other beliefs seemed to steer wildly off into the bushes, so she skipped forward a little on her inner monolog.
"Fear that I have given wrong idea because of translation..." She attempted to carry herself a little straighter for a moment as she focused on what she wanted to say and how to most effectively translate it into English. "I will do what I have come here to do. I will heal people. I will give hope." She made eye contact, smile still present on her lips. "Most certainly many will not approve, but that will not stop me."
A beat later and sheepishness crept into her features. "... But, I fear I approach things in wrong manner most times. Am too forward, ask wrong questions and such. Am not effective at social aspect, just good at the doing."
"Your speech. You seem capable of reading people, um... groups. I am flopping fish in comparison. That is where I step on toes the most."
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Mother Magdalene was interesting, to say the least, but she was far too innocent for this world. She was like a lost little puppy that wanted to love and pounce on everyone, not realizing that the Ferrari barreling down on her in the middle of the street wasn’t going to play fetch. It was tragic, almost, that she was being allowed to speak with him. Jorge had done so many terrible things to so many more important people without blinking an eye. Anyone who knew him, really knew him, would be praying for this woman’s soul now.
But Jorge, ever the silver-tongued, devilish man, continued to spin his web for her. He had deliberately spoke in such a way as to both demonize himself and speaking to her in an almost childish, goading way. He wasn’t being rude, but instead painted the portrait of a man truly doing whatever he could and willing to face the consequences. Religious folk loved to hear that sort of thing; they loved it when a sinner accepted his fate and didn’t need to be talked into it. Religion is based around people sacrificing themselves for the greater good.
However it would seem that the mother’s opinion on the matter was vastly different than what he had expected. He had been prepared for her to say a prayer for his soul and to inform him which circle of Hell he would be residing in. However, instead of condemning him, the man was legitimately surprised that she praised him for his actions. She informed him that Hell was not where he would be going and that his good deeds, no matter what they were steeped in, would seem him through to the end.
He was thankful to hear that, of course, but admittedly the woman was just somewhat diluted in her beliefs. There was still so much she needed to learn about the world. The question was simply if he would be the one that would have to teach her.
>> "Most certainly many will not approve, but that will not stop me... But, I fear I approach things in wrong manner most times. Am too forward, ask wrong questions and such. Am not effective at social aspect, just good at the doing."
A small grin of respect crept across his lips as the young woman’s stalwart belief that she will not be stopped in her journey. She knew what she could do, she was going to do it. However she feared that she made a mistake in informing him of her intentions and that it was a product of her being too forward. She really was like a young child, just trying to make it, one day at a time in a world that was far too big for her.
>> "Your speech. You seem capable of reading people, um... groups. I am flopping fish in comparison. That is where I step on toes the most."
He smiled shy, humility exuding off of his features. He gave her the smallest, dismissive wave. ”That?’ he said referring to his speech. ”Anyone can do that. It just takes confidence and finding the right words.” An encouraging smile passed his lips. ”You have tremendous abilities. And I’m sure you have the ability to give it a voice to. As ironic as it is to say – have a little faith in yourself.”
His confidence was hard to grasp. Mostly because he seemed to imply that she could be the same as him if she simply allowed herself to be. Surely, even if she were able to she wouldn't be able to inspire the same kind of fire in others. Wallowing a little on the inside, she accepted his advice as humbly as she could.
...Perhaps... perhaps he was completely right on some level. Maybe it was time for her to pull strength from herself a little more instead of leaning so heavily on her peers. Maybe it was time for her to see fully what she could do with more than just her hands. "Faith in one's self is often hardest to find when we are taught to only have faith in god." If one looked closely enough, they would be able to see the gears turning in her head.
"But, I shall heed your advice as best I can." She bowed slightly, "Thank you for your counsel." When she righted fully again, she had a few other questions burning on her tongue. Part of her wanted to know more about this club of his... what was it like? If she were to embrace a faith within herself, she was also going to embrace the qualities of her personality that usually garnered frowns from the older nuns. She loved watching people. Trying to figure out how they worked and what was driving them on their chosen paths through life. What better a place to start than a self-proclaimed grotto of sins?
But, before she could voice any of those questions, her guide finally returned with a haste in his step. "My deepest apologies for taking so long, Mother... The priest required assistance with some heavy lifting."
Magdalene tried not to let her disappointment show by allowing a polite, soft smile to settle on her features. She simply nodded her head at her chaperone, before turning her eyes back to the business man. Her guide spared a slightly suspicious look between the two of them before continuing on. "Ahem. We should probably be heading out, though... there are a few other churches within the city that the Father would like you to see before the day is done."
Nodding again, she turned her smile back to Jorge and bowed again slightly. "Thank you for entertaining my ramblings... I do hope we can meet again." She slipped into her native tongue to offer a short prayer, before attempting to part ways. She still needed to head over to the statue of Jesus, where it hung posed on a column behind the pulpit. It was customary for her to offer a prayer there and place a kiss upon the effigies feet before taking her leave... even if it was a barren shell of a house of God.
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Jorge smiled respectfully to the young woman. The seeds of doubt had been planted. She wanted to break out, to carve out her own life, but she had been unable to do so, so far. He wasn’t surprised, considering the world she came from, the strictness, the rules seeped in history, the young woman was lucky that she was able to even see the outside world at all. Still, none of these were opinions that Jorge would state out loud. Instead the man kept his humble silence between them, instead only offering her snippets of advice. It was clear she had the inklings of the mindset she needed so he didn’t need to fan the flames much further.
She seemed hesitant to believe that she had the ability to speak how he did. That to have faith in yourself was difficult when you have been born and bred to only have faith in God. Jorge bowed his head respectfully towards her, his smile only stretching a little when she began to muse to herself. She thanked him – just in time for her guide to return to her side. From his tone he sounded apologetic and the side-eye the man gave him was not a look that Jorge appreciated. Still, he met the man’s gaze with a grin, satisfied in the knowledge that if he wanted him dead, he could more than make it happen.
>> "Thank you for entertaining my ramblings... I do hope we can meet again."
The holy matron bowed before him and Jorge returned the gesture with a small and respectful bow of his own. Stepping away, he allowed the young woman to complete her ceremony so that she may exit. Taking that as his turn, the man turned away to head out of the church, but not before he stopped and turned on his heel to face her. His voice rose, angelic within these stone walls as he spoke to her, ignoring her guide completely.
“It has been a pleasure, Mother,” he said. ”But remember…we were created in God’s own image, yes?” Jorge said with a charming smile until she caught his eye. He bowed again as he turned and stepped towards the doors, but not before calling out over his shoulder. “If we can have faith in Him…certainly we can have faith in ourselves.”
And with that, the booming, confident voice of the man faded as Jorge pushed open the creaky doors and stepped outside. It was time for the king to return to his Hell.