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.
Zselyke rarely used a divider in her vehicles unless she had business to attend to that required a degree of confidentiality. This was not business, but it definitely called for privacy.
The way things started made sense for Sveta. Zselyke had questions, but she was going to play things patiently. "Ever the hero, Sveta," she joked. It was lucky of Bubbles that Sveta was the person to come around in her time of need. "Okay, so you help her escape to lay low. And then you had a nice, uncomplicated heart-to-heart with a twenty-year-old dancer. I'd love to know where a chit chat like that led." Zselyke was not making a value judgment on the dancer, but she wanted to know what common ground two women from very different walks of life found in a VIP room at a strip club.
There was more to the story than that, and Sveta knew it. She was not trying to tease Zselyke, as much as she did not even know how to put into words what had just happened in the VIP room. Multiple things.
>>"Ever the hero, Sveta. Okay, so you help her escape to lay low. And then you had a nice, uncomplicated heart-to-heart with a twenty-year-old dancer. I'd love to know where a chit chat like that led."
"Well, for starters, I found out the dancers in this joint can use actual magic" Sveta noted. That was, after all, objectively the most important piece of information she'd acquired. "I mean, I knew that was a thing recently, but never met anyone... Apparently, they call themselves mystics. And they get their powers from somewhere."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
It was hard to believe Sveta followed a dancer into a private room and nothing happened. Even if they just talked, there was something there to ask about. Conversations between strangers could devolve to small talk, but Sveta wasn't a small talk person. The last time they had a chat as (relative) strangers, they broke into a musical number and Zselyke was drafted into a shadow organization of mutants. She could only imagine what the bubbly dancer spoke with her friend about.
Her imagination did not come up with 'magic' as an answer. Zselyke blinked. "Okay, magic? Like, she showed you magic." If Sveta the Skeptic was saying it, Bubbles did not just pay lip service and claim to be magic. Sveta would have needed proof. They had heard rumors of magical goings-on in New York, but Haven was still investigating with other solutions in mind. Magic sounded farfetched, even in a world with mutants. "I didn't expect this to be a fact-finding mission. So did you just get a magic show in the room? And how are we a hundred-percent sure she's not just a mutant claiming to be magic? She wouldn't be the first." The line between a mutant power and magic was thin.
Magic was a good topic. It distracted Zselykre from lap dances.
>>"Okay, magic? Like, she showed you magic."
"Yup."
>>"I didn't expect this to be a fact-finding mission. So did you just get a magic show in the room? And how are we a hundred-percent sure she's not just a mutant claiming to be magic? She wouldn't be the first."
"She showed me magic" Sveta reiterated. "And I know she's not a mutant, because... well. We touched. I would have boosted the hell out of those powers if she was a mutant."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Zselyke arched an eyebrow. Sveta had thrown her off with talk of magic, because it was undeniably the most important thing she discovered during her strip club excursion. It was also something they could discuss more when they were sober and in a mindset to do something with that information.
Touch brought her back, because she understood Svetlana's powers. A soft touch muffled by her glove would result in a mild power-boost, so it did not sound like that was what happened between Sveta and this Mystic. "You know. Interesting. Musta been nice, having someone to safely touch. Out of curiosity, what kind of touch are we talking, Svetlana. Were you doing some good Christian hand-holding during your magical story time, or...?
Of course, Zselyke latched on to the least interesting part of that whole story. What a scandal. Sveta rolled her eyes, and gave her friend a smirk.
"You know what else I found out? Mutants can't do magic. Literally unable to, somehow. I guess it would be overkill. But makes my life easier." she added, adjusting her glove. She was definitely going to dig into that later. Haven needed intel, and they needed it first person, preferably from someone they did not need to bribe or blackmail. "And fine, yes, I did get a dance. Happy?"
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Zselyke nodded with an overly serious, contemplative face. It was interesting, vital information to know Mutants could not be Mystics. It sounded like another potential line for people to end up divided along, and Haven would have to deal with that. So would politicians. "Hmm, yes. No Mystic Mutants. Fascinating. We'll have to learn more about this in the morning."
And then a smirk cracked and Zselyke wrapped herself around Sveta's arm, letting color drain out of her and fill the back of her vehicle with illusionary curtains and sparkling stars hanging in the air. "So my straight-laced, straight-up straight bestie got her first lapdance. On her lap and everything." It was easy to assume when Sveta admitted to significant touching. Zselyke still remembered the flushed look Sveta returned to the table with after the pole dance, and there was a similar redness after her time in the room. "You must've been a very good client to get a kiss on the cheek for your patronage. So? Any takeaways from your night with Bubbles?"
Zselyke was ready to counter Sveta's quick jump to denial when she caught something in the way Sveta hesitated. She was not going to forget that; that was a silver bullet to keep in her pocket until she needed it.
Resting her head on Sveta's shoulder and enjoying her descent into monochromatic baseline, Zselyke delicately approached the topic, because she did not want to push too hard and get Sveta to backtrack into comfortable heteronormativity. "A straight woman can certainly appreciate the aesthetic of a gorgeous woman, but... well, how did the dance make you feel? Was it nothing but chaste, straight thoughts while that hot young woman 'touched' you with her dance? Or...?"
Zselyke was too buzzed, and probably too excited to watch the no-touching line, so now they were all grey now, and there was some kind of a light show going on. Sveta was not sure how she felt about the night she had been having, but in the end, if there was anyone she was going to even attempt to untangle this with, it was probably Zselyke. Who might not remember a lot of it tomorrow anyway.
>>"A straight woman can certainly appreciate the aesthetic of a gorgeous woman, but... well, how did the dance make you feel? Was it nothing but chaste, straight thoughts while that hot young woman 'touched' you with her dance? Or...?"
"Honestly? I have no idea" Sveta sighed "She was definitely going down the same road, though. Something about me just says 'not really straight'?... I'm trying to picture getting the same dance from a guy, which mostly just sounds hilarious, even though I'm definitely into men." she shrugged, bumping Zselyke's head a little.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
As the last of the color drained from Zselyke and Sveta, the flowers around them bloomed in the shades and colors of various pride colors. Zselyke was excited, sexed-up, and had a lot of gay on the brain, so with relaxed inhibitions, the outside reflected her inside.
According to Sveta, the dancer got less than straight impressions from her blonde friend. Bubbles had an interesting perspective on the situation, to be sure, but she could be reading into the situation due to her worldview and the sexual space she existed in.
"At least for me, the way genders affect me sexually is different," she admitted regarding Sveta trying to remember a lap dance from a man. "There are ways I'm attracted to women that I wouldn't find sexy in a man or a non-binary partner. It's weird and it's not a one-to-one translation. And I'm not saying that's going on with you." Zselyke did not want to be presumptuous and push a sexual awakening on Sveta.
She did not want to discourage her either. "I'm just saying sexuality is different for everyone and there's no harm in learning small parts along the way. Maybe this is just a small part of yours, whatever that may be?" She could be queer, or she could like the way a woman's body looked dancing in her lap as an exception to her straight rule. It was up to Sveta if that was something worth exploring or elaborating on.
The color drained from the both of them in a movie-magic way, and the car was filled with rainbow colors. As if it had not been clear enough before what Zselyke was thinking of the whole thing. Sveta giggled, and for once did not mind the power boosting much. She wondered if they looked like a Pride party float from the outside.
>>"At least for me, the way genders affect me sexually is different. There are ways I'm attracted to women that I wouldn't find sexy in a man or a non-binary partner. It's weird and it's not a one-to-one translation. And I'm not saying that's going on with you."
Sveta pondered that for a few moments. Was that how it worked? Finding people attractive in different ways? It was a novel concept to her. Then again, she had never had something to compare to before.
>>"I'm just saying sexuality is different for everyone and there's no harm in learning small parts along the way. Maybe this is just a small part of yours, whatever that may be?"
"Don't they have a name for everything these days?" Sveta chuckled. "I mean... maybe it's not women. Maybe it's just people. I would be very happily attracted to anyone who was a halfway decent person..."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Zselyke was lucky the downsides to overusing her powers were minimal compared to some mutants. Touching Sveta could burn down a city or put a neighborhood in a coma, so exhausting all her biochromatic breath and being left color-drained was harmless. Sure, she could not touch her friend in public, but that was what private cars and privacy screens were for, right?
Despite this being new territory for Sveta, she was receptive. Zselyke was not an authority on sexuality, but she did her fair share of studying queer theory in her free time. When you lived in an over-politicized space with ignorant opinions constantly mouthing off, it was important to be as informed and educated as humanly possible. No one would say she was misrepresenting her community.
For Sveta, she considered what she was learning tonight alongside what she learned along the way. Sexuality did not need labels, but for someone learning herself, there was comfort in identity. "Well, this might not be the be-all-end-all of what you are, and self-discovery never really ends, yada yada, but... let's see." Zselyke sat up straighter, wanting to treat this with seriousness it deserved. "I was inclined to say you could be bisexual because your attraction to men and women comes from different places, but... I don't think that's right. I get the impression you just find specific things attractive in different individuals, not genders." And demisexuality did not, at least initially, sound right because Bubbles was a stranger and there was some kind of draw there.
Taking a deep biochromatic breath that her body immediately metabolized, the colors in the car changed to bright pinks, yellows, and blues. That felt right. "If you're asking me, I think you could be pansexual. Attracted to people as individuals, not as genders. It's not exactly uncommon for pansexuals not to recognize attractions when the person happens to be female if you've grown up with compulsive heterosexuality as the default. Which," given her history as a trained mail-order bride for men, "you did." Most people did, honestly, but Sveta's case was uniquely defined by men.
Sveta wondered whether Zselyke was going to answer her question at all. She seemed to have all these ideas about sexuality and gender being... all over the place, but Sveta was new to all this, and she needed some more solid guidelines than 'whatever you feel like.' She did not like not knowing things about herself, and she had had a lot of than in her life so far.
>> "Well, this might not be the be-all-end-all of what you are, and self-discovery never really ends, yada yada, but... let's see. I was inclined to say you could be bisexual because your attraction to men and women comes from different places, but... I don't think that's right. I get the impression you just find specific things attractive in different individuals, not genders."
The color change was lost on Sveta, but she kept up with the logic so far. She still wondered if she would have noticed it sooner that women were fair game too. Was it really her conditioning by the Matchmaker? Or was she just losing her trust in men in general?... And which one was the easier explanation to deal with?
>>"If you're asking me, I think you could be pansexual. Attracted to people as individuals, not as genders. It's not exactly uncommon for pansexuals not to recognize attractions when the person happens to be female if you've grown up with compulsive heterosexuality as the default. Which, you did."
"So... it is people, rather than gender." Sveta noted, turning the idea over in her head. "That... sounds like it might fit? Not that I know what to do about it. I thought I had enough on my plate just with men."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Nothing was changing about Svetlana, but the world around her had a chance to open up now. Zselyke remembered that; looking around and suddenly seeing the things her brain was conditioned to ignore. She wondered how that would change the way Sveta saw people, and maybe Zselyke would get a pan panic text some day soon because a woman winked at Sveta the right way. However she handled coming out, Zselyke was glad she could be the friend in Sveta's corner when she had questions and concerns.
"This just means your plate might be open to more people, is all. Maybe if we widen the menu, you'll have a better chance of finding someone, man, woman, or otherwise, who doesn't suck," she pointed out. Women were not inherently better than men as partners (she reminded herself constantly,) but dating women meant more opportunities to be good. An unfortunate percentage of men had some toxic baggage when dealing with women, so with any luck, seeing the different ways women approached her would help Sveta pick up warning signs in either gender. Zselyke just wanted her to meet someone who deserved her.
Zseylke grinned, remembering Sveta's activities of the night. "Maybe they'll just fall into your lap. It seems like you like it when they do that, right?" she teased. "It's a shame you couldn't get more info about these witches between dances."