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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
She was feeling rather useless with the world spinning around and her not really coming up with much to improve the situation. She couldn't exactly remember if it'd been ehr fault that they were in there, even. That probably meant this was her fault, right? How would the cops run this? Her spinning brain just couldn't fiddle that one out.
Silhouette surprised her by taking compassion on her spleen. That compassion was quickly replaced with ire as she was grabbed up by the front of her suit. Zero scrambled at her neck to try to flick on the running lights of her suit. Something about the closeness of their situation, the anger... she was too clumsy to to get the lights on. Zero was all thumbs and exposed nerve endings.
The only thing she could think of to diffuse the situation was humor.
> "...Is this what you wanted?"
"Ohhhh step on me more, daddy. <3" She didn't even make it through the joke without snort-chuckling. Snortling?
Silhouette could not make out Zero's face in the darkness. Even if she was not wearing that nifty little mask, her eyes could not adjust enough to get an impression of the woman she was looking at. All she could do was trust her other senses, which meant she was determined to be as touchy as she needed to be with the vigilante. When she felt her reaching for her own neck, Silhouette could not piece together why in the alcohol-laced moment, but she knew she wanted to interfere. Keeping one hand square on Raine's chest, she tried to grab for Zero's hand or wrist to keep it away-- ideally against whatever the nearest wall was in this pitch-black box.
The thief wanted to be annoyed at the interference of some do-gooder who had her number all night. It should have been so easy. Why did she have to dead-ass call Silhouette daddy?
Trying hard to stay serious, the hero's snort broke Silhouette. She devolved into a fit of giggling against her will. "You actual fucking dork." She leaned forward, unintentionally bonking her forehead with Zero's. She muttered a, "Sorry," through her laughter.
And she was already here. She was so close. If their foreheads were pressed together, that meant that soft sensation she was feeling was Zero's breath against her lips. The career criminal was still grinning like a fool when she followed what felt natural and inched forward to eliminate the distance between her lips and the soft kiss of her nemesis.
Getting called a dork by her nemesis set off a whole new round of giggles. And when giggling in a small space, she couldn't be faulted for accidentally brushing something soft. Something warm. There was exactly no way to be that wasn't touching. It was not a huge lounge.
Zero had achieved her goal of diffusing the situation. She even got an apology after Silhouette leaned forward to join her in her guffaws. Silhouette. Apologised! To Zero!
"No, no." Zero giggled and waved away the idea with her free hand, her other had been captured against her chest when she'd gone for the light on her suit and yet to be returned. In the darkness it felt like she caught the side of Silhouette, but not hard. "You're my nemesis. You're doing it wron—"
Zero's lips were captured and her one free waving hand naturally rested against what was right there in the darkness with her: a well fitted catsuit.
Silhouette doing it wrong was hitting Zero just right. She surrendered her words, her hands, her lips, her body.
She'd started this, so she could hardly complain. In the hallway, Zero could kid herself that she'd kissed Silhouette to distract her. That she'd pulled her zipper down, just as a way to easily pull her up. In the darkness, none of that mattered. She was receptive, she was enthusiastic, and she was here in this moment.
It should not have happened. This went against every good decision a thief could realistically make when dealing with a crime fighter. She was accustomed to banter and teasing, but here she was giggling and relaxing her guard with an enemy. Not just any enemy; her nemesis.
And she could not care less. It never even occurred to her to act differently, because this felt surprisingly natural. When a waving hand seemed to brush Silhouette's side, she even squirmed. She wanted to say, "Careful, that tickles," but words were hard to come by when she realized she had initiated a kiss and a warm hand was resting against her hip. Zero kissed her back, and Silhouette realized she was glad.
The dark made some things challenging, but that just let them giggle their way through quickening kisses and fumbling to get each other out of skintight costumes.
The masks stayed on, of course.
[<3]
Well.
That was a treat.
In all the ways her conquest at the club did nothing for Stephanie, what Silhouette just did (loudly) in a small darkened panic room did everything for her. Sated her hunger, easied her mind. Hell, if sex could clear her pores and water her crops, it probably would have done that too.
Curled up on the carpeted floor of the space, still tangle with a very warm, very bare figure, Silhouette felt no sense of urgency. They were in trouble, right? She should be trying to bail now. Why was she running her fingers through Raine's hair? "You know, you led me to believe you were a good girl," she murmered softly. "I feel tricked."
Every challenge, Silhouette had risen to meet Zero. Nothing was too much, too soon, not enough, or too late. It felt like they were in each other's gravity, orbiting stars tumbling off a cliff and into a field of oblivion. She could have gone for more, but at some point, she had to recognize the need for air. They'd become quite entangled and sweaty, even out of the suits.
Any yet, if Zero had been a cat, she'd have been purring. Maybe from the hair petting.
"The difference between good girls and bad girls is that good girls...? We don't get caught." She was very much caught here red handed, though she had no earthly idea where that slip of paper had gone. There was lots of fabric and hands and hair to deal with. Funnily, it hadn't been a consideration at the time.
Zero laughed, but it was a breathless thing. She'd used up all her giggles. And the irony of the guards pounding on the other side of the doorway to the panic room was not lost on her.
When Silhouette had gotten loud, any hope of hiding was forfeit. Now they were doing their best to make a very secure room, less so. The wall had to be incredibly thick, the pounding on the other side was muffled, and though they could hear voices they couldn't quite make out words.
"My favorite part was when you told them you were busy." Zero hid her smile behind her hand, despite the darkness. Silhouette hadn't been as tactful in her word choice.
It was better to deflect with humor instead of falling into the gaping void of questions they'd have to answer. The void was small enough to hop over, for now. Best to leave that for later, though one question did seem rather pressing.
Who was this girl? The way she laughed, it was like Silhouette could feel her smile through the darkness. Knowing she earned that smile left a flutter in the thief's chest she was unsure of what to do with. In the end, she decided ignoring it to plant a kiss on Zero's cheek was the best course of action. Just a totally normal moment with the woman trying to arrest her.
"Hey, I've never been caught," she pointed out through a yawn. "Not until The Hardy Boys figure out that door anyway." Evidently, the patrolling security was not trusted enough to know the access codes to the room. They would get it from a superior eventually, she guessed, but so far they were stuck trying to demand their way in. Maybe they had enough time for another... oh who was she kidding? Zero had left her thoroughly spent. "And what else would I say? They had to know I was doing something important."
Zero the Anti-Gravity Vigilante, also known as: Something Important.
Somehow content to relax until she was officially busted and piece things together from there, the haze of her afterglow only cleared up when Zero asked an obvious question. "Kind of," she admitted, ready to give too many details of her powers to a woman she should not trust with them. "It's like I can hop. Hippity-hop into one shadow and out of another. But... there's no shadow in here. It's too dark without..."
The grabbing for her neck.
Duh.
Grinning, Silhouette somehow begrudgingly freed herself from athletic limbs and scrambled to where two catsuits were bunched up on the floor. It took some feeling around to tell them apart, but the presence of LED lights woven in was a dead giveaway. She fumbled around, trying to guess where she would put a switch if her stealth suit doubled as a Christmas tree and...
"Aha!" The suit lit up, flashing and creating enough light to fill the small space. "Now we can... um... yeah..."
Silhouette lost her train of thought, finally able to see the very naked form of the woman she had indulged in for the better part of an hour. Seeing her now, recognizing by sight all the little places her hands had learned first, Silhouette was surprised. She was also blushing. Who was this girl? They were both nude, but at least they made the choice to keep their masks for some modesty.
Leaving Zero now to get caught was an option. It would be a funny option, too, but Silhouette knew she did not have it in her. Despite Zero literally trying to catch her and bring her in, Silhouette did not want to leave her to be caught alone. Who would antagonize her next heist?
Silhouette's bare tan skin melted into dark shadow. She felt around inside the LED-lit suit, but... "You dropped it along the way, you tricky fox." Minx? What was a sexy sneaky animal? On second thought, she fundamentally disliked that question.
She removed one of the LEDs and placed it on the floor. "Fine, you win this time, Zero. We're tied," she admitted, offering her hand to the vigilante. A small half-wall was casting a shadow now, allowing Silhouette to lead them into the darkness, and almost immediately out on a nearby rooftop from the shadow of a chimney.
Somehow managing to pull the suits along with them before they vanished, Stephanie looked down at the blinking suit as she turned the lights off and let her body shift back. The New York air was crisp and cool on her skin that still felt so hot. Zero's touch lingered. "You know, I have half a mind to take your suit as a souvenier and let you float home like that." She wouldn't though. Silhouette tossed the suit to Zero in the lowlight of the evening. She did not want to share that sight with anyone tonight.
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She'd meant it as a question. A real question meant to be discussed and though through. Instead, Silhouette acted on that question, rummaging and finding her own solutions while Zero luxuriated. The LED of her suit flicking on made her squint against the sudden stab of light.
> "You dropped it along the way, you tricky fox."
"Totally a part of the plan." She cleared her throat. Yeah. Yup. Possibly it'd popped out of her suit when she became intimate with the wall and tried to stumble through it. "So really, it's not like they can even get us on anything, right? Besides 'yknow. Trespassing and breaking in the secret closet fortress."
Oddly, though, Silhouette was smiling. Zero scooted to a more dignified sit and tried to figure out what the other woman was doing to her suit. Eventually, she'd have to take that back and put it on... But when Silhouette offered her hand, Zero decided to take that first.
Between one blink and the next, Zero become very, very aware that things were chilly and they were outside.
Naked.
Naked and outside and sort of sitting-crouched.
> "You know, I have half a mind to take your suit as a souvenier and let you float home like that."
Zero sighed and blew her loose hair from out of her face with a stream of compressed, tequila scented air.
She could cower. Or she could stand and face the consequences of her actions.
"Go ahead. Doesn't make a lick of difference to me."
Zero ran her tongue along the top row of her teeth and stood, all hero training on display with her shoulders back and not a single care for how she was seen. Pretending she was in skin-tight spandex helped. It felt nearly the same. And maintaining eye contact was part of the dominance ploy, right? Right. Definitely.
"I'll see you around, Silhouette." She threw a tether and did her best to get gone.