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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[AV] No Mistakes, Just Happy Little Accidents (FB!Jesse)
Jesse could see the recognition in her eyes as the girl shifted closer, climbing on top of the table and wrapping her arms around her shoulders. The pretense was done now, but the game was just getting interesting. Jesse stood up, but Impact was still taller than her, kneeling on top of the table, so she tilted her chin up as the woman leaned over to seductively whisper in her ear.
>>”How lucky for me... I found my thief after all. Hello again, luv.”
"Hello again, ginger" Jesse smirked, looking up at her with half-lidded eyes. So, she figured it out, after all. Jesse's hands rested on the table on both sides of the girl's hips. "Shouldn't we be on a first name basis by now?..."
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The thief knew she was busted. Trapped, called out, and definitely going to jail, and even still, she showed no signs of tension or worry. Was it just the accepting of the inevitable? If there was truly no escape, after all, why waste energy resisting or worrying?
Was this caught criminal really just ready to submit to her fate and see if she could get a snog out of the deal?
It was preposterous. Impact had her target well ahead of when she expected to, and the last time she was careless, it cost her. She was going to knock the woman out, bring her to the police, and clean her hands of the flirty felon.
Except she was looking at half-closed blue eyes, and her arms were already around the woman. This time she prepared. There was no way out of this. She won! Maybe this could be her reward?
It had been a while. Rebecca had pushed Geo away and was going through the withdrawals of a woman who wanted to believe she was stronger than her base instincts. Maybe this was something she needed to get out of her system. Maybe… this was the situation she set herself up for, without realizing it.
She had a gorgeous blonde totally in her control. It was empowering. Intoxicating. She deserved this moment.
”Depends…” Fingers ran through the blonde hair, removing it from the hair tie it was bound by, letting it fall free and loose. ”Maybe if you give me a first name to work with, here…” Her lips were already dangerously close; she could feel Jesse’s breath mingling with her own.
The goodie-two-shoes vigilante girl was actually considering this. Jesse let out an amused chuckle, the kind she had probably heard from her before during their previous encounter.They were very close now, definitely too close for comfort, and comfort was not the goal here anyway. Impact pulled the tie out of Jesse's hair, and the messy blonde locks came tumbling down. In response, Jesse lifted her hands to the girl's hips, pulling her forward to the edge of the desk.
>>”Depends… Maybe if you give me a first name to work with, here…”
The girl was really not your average vigilante. Jesse smirked as she tilted her head to nuzzle her neck lightly. She smelled sweet, and obviously had no qualms about the hot guy she'd met at the museum also being a hot gal. That was always a plus. Maybe this situation was not as lost as it first seemed...
"Jesse." she said finally. It was not a big risk; she could change her face, she had no last name, and she had not been in the system for years. "How 'bout you, gorgeous?..."
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Jesse. It was a relief to have a name. It was one of those things that felt like a missing hole in their conversation, and now Impact could fill it. She was no longer just the thief, or her thief, or any of the other names assigned to her in absence of a name. In a small way, maybe it humanized her.
It was too serious a thought for the moment, with two hands taking her hips and pulling her forward. Those hands would end up in handcuffs soon, but they had some things to tend to first. When pulled, Rebecca slipped her legs out from under herself, so when she slid over the mahogany surface, she almost slipped off. Her legs were dangling off the desk to either side of Jesse’s hips.
Jesse showed no signs of resisting, letting her messy blonde hair fall. Rebecca’s fingers ran through those locks, tightening softly, just enough to encourage Jesse to continue nuzzling her neck. It felt nice, which was the sensation she was usually so keen to avoid.
The offering of a name was followed with a request for reciprocation. That made Rebecca smile wider than any of the coy words, because it was a reach for someone who was at such a disadvantage. Just because she was ready to play did not mean they were playing the same game in the same league. The vigilante was the one in control; exactly where she felt most comfortable.
She nibbled delicately at Jesse’s earlobe, using her thumb to brush her hair out of the way. ”Oh, Jesse.” Her voice was hushed like a purr, but there was nothing meek or shy about her tone. ”This isn’t a conversation. It’s a victory lap.” Her hands slipped down off her thief’s shoulder, traveling down the front of the blonde’s body. Jesse was both prey and prize.
Things were definitely heating up in some poor jerk's private study room; Jesse had a vague feeling that if the guy knew what was going on on his desk right now, he'd be kicking himself in the head for leaving on vacation. They had to be quite the sight, the blonde and the redhead, pressed against each other as Impact slid to the edge of the desk. Jesse caught her, hands on her thighs, keeping her from falling. She nuzzled her neck, hoping that it would be a distraction, but instead she inhaled a scent that was unique to the redhead, and shivered a little as the vigilante nibbled on her ear.
She had given her a name. Not a big deal, really; Jesse changed faces quite often, and there was no reason at all why she should not change her name. But still, it somehow changed the game, and the thief found herself curious now about who the mysterious vigilante was under her mask.
>>”Oh, Jesse. This isn’t a conversation. It’s a victory lap.”
Jesse lifted her head, and her eyes met Impact's mismatched ones, so close up their noses almost touched. There were a thousand things running through her head. The first instinct was to run. But there was nowhere to go, and if she tried, those mesmerizing eyes would knock her out into next week. Running was not an option, and neither was fighting, not while she was staring straight into her face. And more than that... confidence of that level in a woman was pretty darn hot.
"Well... gotta have something to remember while in jail, right?" Jesse grinned for a fleeting moment, before she leaned in to kiss the vigilante hard.
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The excitement bubbling up in Rebecca was a perfect storm of wants growing quickly into needs. It would have made more sense to get Jesse out of the Mansion first, but the taboo of it all added a thrill she knew she loved. Even through her uniform, it felt like handprints of warmth were left on her skin anywhere Jesse’s hands went. Her body was beginning to ache for something she was missing and something new. This version of Jesse was something totally different from the last man she was with, and until their hands started exploring bodies, Jesse’s gender barely registered in the redhead’s mind. Once it did, the curves and feminine features enticed her, and she only wanted what was coming more urgently.
The kissing was… well, it was damn hot. She had come a long way from being the awkward girl sloppily fumbling her way through affection, and Jesse was no slouch. The kiss came forceful and fast, and before Rebecca could control it, a low moan reverberated in her throat, stifled by the lips and tongue of her new partner. This one will be trouble for me, she thought to herself, as though it was not already apparent before the kiss.
Rebecca’s hand was already pulling away the jacket from Jesse’s shoulders until it slid off her arms, freeing up more skin to make contact with. It would be easier removing the thief’s garments before focusing on extracting Rebecca from her body suit. She was already eagerly stripping away the tight black tank top over Jesse’s head, taking particular enjoyment at the way her blonde hair was tousled as it fell back to place, framing her gorgeous face.
Jesse teasingly justified his request for a name, and Rebecca smirked, hooking her fingers into the waistband of the black pants that were nearly the last of Jesse’s wardrobe. Pulling the burglar in close, she planted kisses on the now-exposed collarbone. Looking up, she grinned. ”Oh, I’ll give you plenty to remember. Now find my zipper and get me out of this thing.”
Panting, sweating, disrobed, and filled with satisfaction. Anything that was once on the desk was on the floor, along with some books knocked off a nearby bookshelf. The surface now supported two bare bodies, still recovering from a gauntlet of heat and contact and sensation.
The vigilante looked to the woman at her side and lamented how things would go once they settled down. Fun was fun, but Jesse was a criminal, and Rebecca was not going to qualify for conjugal visits. There was some spark between them, even if it was just the product of an explosive amount of sexual tension. It was a shame things were not different.
”Think this little story will give you some cred in jail?” she asked, thinking how unbelievable a rumor like that would sound to anyone but her and Jesse.
No amount of scrubbing was ever going to get this desk clean again.
Jesse had a distinct suspicion that this situation, at the start, was supposed to be a carefully calculated game for both of them. Impact was sure she was here to arrest a notorious criminal (while gloating a little), and Jesse herself was not above using her skills in seduction to get away from the scene without being arrested. But then... somewhere between the kiss, and when the zipper tore off, something had seriously, irreparably gotten out of hand. Hands. All of them. They were everywhere.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
The vigilante whose name remained a mystery was full of surprises. She was wild in all the best ways, and also a little desperate; Jesse uncovered tattoos she did not expect to exist, and sounds she was not likely to ever forget. Things went flying, and the part of Jesse's brain that was responsible for survival noted that they were way, way above acceptable sound levels, but was then promptly and thoroughly shut down.
Some time later, Jesse stared up at the ceiling, one arm still lazily draped across the vigilante's body, blowing disheveled strands of hair our of her face.
Talk. About. Unexpected.
>>”Think this little story will give you some cred in jail?”
"Cred?!" Jesse let out a breathless laugh, turning her head to look at the redhead, who looked gloriously pleased with herself, and also well kissed "I'm gonna get a m****ing TV show out of this. Red is the new orange, b*tches..."
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Why did Jesse have to be charming? If she was just hot, Rebecca was sure things never would have gotten so far. She could restrain herself around attractive men and women; hell, before Tristen and now Jesse, she had barely touched another person outside of combat. Jesse was fun, and kept toe-to-toe when it came to banter.
Jesse was also a criminal. Somehow, Rebecca’s first time with a girl was spent with a criminal, and not one of the “I was doing it to survive,” types. She knew her thief, she was sure, and the crime was some mix of money, thrills, and the knowledge that she could. If Impact had never crossed Jesse’s path and grown so fixated, she might have retired early on a pile of ill-gotten gains.
Now her early retirement would come with an orange jumpsuit. ”Okay let’s be clear,” she said, chuckling at Jesse’s claim. ”If you talk about f***ing me on the telly, you can expect a fate far worse than prison,” she promised with a mischievous glint in her eye.
Laying there with Jesse was… easy. Easier than it should have been. She was just a lay Rebecca desperately needed, and that was where their connection ended. Forcing herself back to her feet, Rebecca grabbed her uniform and started working her body back into it. Her muscles had no interest in getting dressed; they wanted nothing more than to rest and recover next to Jesse on the table. Even still, Rebecca shoved a leg begrudgingly into her bodysuit.
Looking back at the thief, she sighed. The woman (for now) knew the constellations in her freckles firsthand, and got a close look at the surprising tattoos hidden by her costume. The victory had been satisfying before; where was that feeling now? ”Why crime, Jesse?” she asked, almost surprised to hear the question from her own lips.
Now that the passion had simmered down, they were back to the banter. Jesse didn't mind. It was entertaining, and hell of a lot less confusing than... the other thing.
>>”Okay let’s be clear. If you talk about f***ing me on the telly, you can expect a fate far worse than prison,”
"You? Nah." she chuckled, rolling over and propping herself up on one elbow to be more comfortable. Good thing the desk had a leather covering. Well, good for her. Definitely not for the owner of the desk. "It will be more of a story about a generic feisty redhead who is a vigilante by day and... also at night. Any similarities to real persons purely fictional, blah blah." she chuckled.
Impact rolled away and got up, working on putting her clothes back on. The magical moment was broken now. Jesse sighed and dipped off the desk upside down, rummaging around for her underwear.
>>”Why crime, Jesse?”
Jesse's mop of blond hair came up, and she gave the redhead a smirk.
"Oh, honey... If you're gonna try to screw my head on straight..." she chuckled "Pun intended, we're gonna have to find a more comfortable place than this... And gather some supplies."
Of course she would try. She was the good gal in this situation. Jesse was used to being seen as something to be fixed. She didn't particularly like it, but it was also nothing new.
"Or at least give me a name, hm?" she suggested, sitting up and tugging on the girl's half-on uniform to pull her back to kissing distance.
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Impact laughed at both of Jesse’s puns, whether the second was intended or not. She was not necessarily trying to put her on the straight and narrow, but maybe she wanted to understand the blonde. Was it just the selfish desire to take anything she wanted? Maybe that was how they both ended up out of their pants.
It was regrettable, but Jesse was right; Rebecca might be a good screw, (or at least she hoped she was despite her inexperience,) but she could not change a person. They had fun, and that was that.
Jesse tugged at her still unzipped uniform, and Rebecca took the women’s cheeks in her hands. For a foolish moment, she considered giving her name. Silly thoughts influenced by endorphins and that glowing feeling she was still coming down from. It was dangerous to put her name out there, even if it was just her first. Maybe a middle, though… ”Michaela,” she replied in a soft whisper, leaning in for another kiss. Jesse could think she won; it made no difference. Besides, Rebecca liked her middle name. She could live with giving that name to Jesse.
As they were sharing what Rebecca was sure would be their last kiss, the door of the study burst open, with two guards and the owner of the Mansion standing in the doorway. “Who the **** are you?”
That glowy feeling vanished fast. Impact cared less about her chest still hanging out than the fact that they were caught. Something went wrong, but there was no time to figure out where the mutants made a mistake. ”S***!” Impact let loose a blast wide enough to knock the three men off their feet, but it did not matter; more would come. They were made.
Thinking on her feet, Rebecca grabbed one of the handcuffs on her belt and clipped it on her and Jesse’s wrists, linking them together for what came next. ”We have to get out fast,” she said, moving for the door as she zipped up her outfit. Jesse belonged in jail, but the bigot’s security force would put her in the ground.
Impact allowed herself to be tugged closer, and once Jesse wiggled her underwear back on, she took the time to rest her hands on the redhead's hips. She knew that the moment was fleeting, but so was her entire life so far, so she was going to take kisses where she could get them... And a name, too. >>”Michaela,”
Jesse huffed, shaking her head with a hint of sadness. There was no way this gal way called Michaela, out of all things. All right, then. She was not going to get an actual name. Impact knew just as well as she did that this was a one-time thing that was going to end with a vigilante going one way, and Jesse going... to jail.
... or not.
>>“Who the **** are you?”
Naked, that's what they were. Or half naked, anyway. Impact reacted immediately, sending a blast in the guards' direction that knocked them off their feet... but it was clear that the moment of quiet was over, and their privacy was busted.
"I thought you took care of the guards!" Jesse protested, sliding off the desk and shrugging her tank top on in one fluid movement "Didn't you take care of the guards?..."
What kind of a vigilante was she?
Before she could get her bearings, something cold and metallic clicked onto her wrist. Jesse looked down with an expression of pure disbelief, then back up at the redhead, raising up the handcuffs between them in a gesture of WTF.
"Are you f*** serious?!"
>>”We have to get out fast,”
Impact bolted for the door, half-dressed as she was, and Jesse followed along like the worst start to a feel-good summer comedy movie ever. They dodged around the guards still dizzy from the eye blast, and out into the hallway, where another one had apparently been waiting for them. Jesse skidded to a halt, yanking the redhead back by the handcuffs, and out of the way of a taser shot, before she turned to take another route to the next room. Hoping there would be some reflecting surfaces there.
"We're gonna have to talk about consent when this is over!"
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Jesse’s reaction to Rebecca’s fake name was disheartening. The disappointment was clear on her face, as though she read right through the redhead. Lying was something the Brit was well-versed in, but she could not shake the feeling that her most recent blonde conquest was reading her like an open book.
The moment was ruined by the intrusion of a bigoted media entrepreneur and his guards, and immediately, Jesse was on her case. When everything was going to hell in a handbasket, Impact did not need sass and nagging to top her issues. As she hastily pulled up her zipper, she shot back at the accusations of shoddy preparation. ”I took out all the guards I should have needed! I didn’t account for an hour of screwing,” she added sharply. Yeah, it was clearly Jesse’s fault for being irresistible. Take that!
Jesse was full of objections now that pillow talk was over, though the apprehension for handcuffs made some sense. Impact kept pace with the thief, who was looking around for an exit, complaining about consent. At least her banter was consistent. ”Like hell I’m letting you hop out of here without me,” she grumbled. ”And this is a business handcuffing; no consent required." A police officer did not ask politely before cuffing a perpetrator, right?
The heavy padding of boots on tile grew louder, signaling that backup was coming from a nearby hall, approaching their location. Looking around at the rooms available to them, Impact’s precursory assessment of the area clicked in her mind: there was a bathroom.
Jumping to the door she was sure led to a luxury bathroom, the vigilante yanked at the cuff on her wrist, pulling Jesse in with her. The room was sparklingly well-kept, and like any good bathroom, they were looking into a large, accommodating mirror. ”Get us the **** out of here, and maybe we can talk about playtime handcuffing.”
It was not Impact’s plan to have to throw in with and rely on a criminal, but that was what she had become by overstaying her welcome: an illegal, unwanted intruder. Arclight would have been so disappointed in her successor.
>>”I took out all the guards I should have needed! I didn’t account for an hour of screwing,”
Jesse's huff came out a little triumphant. It had not been completely planned then. The vigilante had lost control (and track of time), and that was a win in Jesse's book, even if it had not exactly been a methodically planned thing on her part either. Whatever the case, they were screwed now. And she was not getting the damn picture either.
>>”Like hell I’m letting you hop out of here without me. And this is a business handcuffing; no consent required."
To be honest, Jesse probably would not have left her anyway - those guys looked ready to kill, rather than let the vigilante go with a slap on her wrist. But she sure as hell was not going to tell 'Michaela' that.
"Last time I checked you were not a cop." she grumbled as they dodged and ran, ending up in a bathroom that Impact somehow knew was there. It was shiny, ridiculous and full of reflecting surfaces.
>>”Get us the **** out of here, and maybe we can talk about playtime handcuffing.”
"You know I can shift out of these, right?" Jesse rolled her eyes, before she twisted her cuffed hand enough to take Impact by the hand. What she was about to do required direct contact. Pulling the redhead with her, she climbed up onto the counter, and touched the mirror - and the next moment, they had both merged into the mirror world.
Jesse navigated mostly by instinct as they fled the house, and then the premises, hopping from one surface to the other, heading back the anonymous safety of New York City at night. In an abundance of options, Jesse aimed for one she had some experience with... and eventually, the two of them stepped out of a fancy mirror in an empty hotel room, providing a pretty view of the city.
"Welcome to the New York Palace." Jesse sighed, plopping down onto the nearby bed without caring if Impact followed by the handcuffs or not "Soooo... now that we are both fugitives... what's the plan?"
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Impact furrowed her brow when Jesse pointed out that handcuffs were not going to keep her contained. It made sense; if she was a shape-shifter, why wouldn’t she be able to shift her shape out of her restraints? Then again, if that was true, why say anything? Jesse had the perfect chance to slip away and leave Impact to fend for herself, but she chose to pull the vigilante along for her magical journey instead.
Moving through the Mirror World was…disorienting. They were surrounded by windows to the “real world” in various locations, and Jesse was moving with purpose. For a moment, Impact wondered what would have happened if her guide just cut her loose? Would she be kicked back to the Mansion bathroom, or would she just remain, trapped in the mirror purgatory? The idea of a life like that was unnerving.
Soon enough, though, they emerged from a mirror, and suddenly, Impact was stepping onto the carpeted floor of a high-end hotel room. Jesse led her to the bed and sat down, which prompted the vigilante to follow. She was already reaching into her belt for the key to their handcuffs; with the revelation of Jesse’s abilities, there was no reason to stay tethered together.
Once she was unshackled, Impact rubbed her newly bare wrist and considered the next course of action. Her tone was frustrated. ”I guess we lay low for now. Not many options,” she grumbled.
How did she let this happen? For a year, all of her decisions had been run through the filters of discipline and caution. This was the exact kind of situation she was avoiding by cutting Geo loose. There she was, sitting at the edge of a bed, suffering the consequences of her reckless decisions.
”Stupid,” she muttered to herself. ”Immature. Careless.” Her annoyance with herself was bubbling up, and she hastily pulled the mask from her face and tossed it, revealing the last of her skin Jesse had yet to see. ”F***!” she shouted as the mask hit the nearby wall with a soft thud.
Picking spirit gum away from her cheeks and forehead, she returned to her quiet, disappointed muttering, as though she had forgotten Jesse was even there with her. ”What the f*** am I doing?”
At least Impact was willing to take the handcuffs off, once they were out of the mirrorworld. It was not really a sign of trust at this point, but a nice gesture anyway. Not like Jesse would have left her in the mirrorworld either. No one deserved to be trapped in there.
>>”I guess we lay low for now. Not many options,”
"Well then." Jesse huffed, falling backwards onto the bed, and staring up at the ceiling. Her features shifted slowly, and she took on a new, lighter body shape and a new face in a few minutes. She usually changed faces after jobs, even when they went well - and this one certainly had not. No comment followed from Impact's directionon the shifting, so she assumed the vigilante was still too distracted by assessing the events of the past half hour. Or hour and a half, rather...
>>”Stupid. Immature. Careless.”
"Huh?" Jesse arched an eyebrow, opening her eyes and peering up at the redhead as she took the mask off and threw it away. Jesse could not quite see her face yet, but it was still an exciting prospect to get to see the full picture, even if she still did not have a name. The redhead was definitely not in a good mood.
>>”What the f*** am I doing?”
"Well, definitely that." Jesse noted with a smirk in a shade deeper voice, sitting up to place a hand on Impact's shoulder "Beyond that... well. Things didn't quite go as planned. Is that new for you?"