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.
As Ghost enjoyed her pick of the sushi he kept his eyes fixed; it was as though he were looking directly through her. He captured another piece of tune, it hung in the air for a moment as the gears in his head began to turn.
"The world has become a place of turmoil; it's difficult to gain a foothold when you never know who can be trusted" he smiled briefly before eating the piece of tuna.
After wiping his mouth again he neatly folded the napkin into a swan and set it on the table, another useless talent but something he enjoyed nonetheless.
When the waitress came by he caught her wrist gently and requested two glasses of water; situating himself in a more comfortable fashion he stroked the stubble on his chin slowly while his darkened eyes pierced through the snowy veil shielding Ghost's.
"My power is charm," a grin formed; "I'm afraid my gift isn't extremely interesting, perhaps I'll show you when the setting is a slight more appropriate"
He craned his neck to the side while his free hand reached into his pocket to pull out a antique pocket watch; the ornate cover opened and he took care in examining the hour.
"Do you attend the mutant school?" he had heard little about it so far, but word had reached him on the soft wind. "It sounds like quite the haven," his interests were quite legitimate, despite their nature.
He replaced the watch in his pocket and picked a piece of sashimi; "Are the other students as interesting as you?" a sly eyebrow raised as he placed the piece of fish in his mouth.
Ignoring Maynards stare was like ignoring a flatulent uncle. You can try and look elsewhere, but inevitable you end up with your eyes locked on him and you mouth slightly ajar. But that was fixed easily enough by popping some of the last bits of sashimi in her mouth. She wondered if it would ever be polite to tell someone that they unnerved you.
"The world has become a place of turmoil; it's difficult to gain a foothold when you never know who can be trusted" Maybe unnerved wasn't the right word. He was piercing? just plain weird? Yeah. Weird. Ghost was gonna go with weird. "I like to think I can trust people until they give me reason to believe otherwise." Oh course it always helped Ghost's confidence that she could get out of almost any sticky situation all on her own.
He folded a swan. She was checking one point for the cute side of weird for that one.
And he caught the waitress' wrist. Check one for grabby weird. Or was that number two or three now? Ghost imagined that she gave Maynard a similar expression. It was a that's nice, but I don't know you so I'll over look it this once if you try not to push it kind of look. Ghost ran her fingers through her snowy hair. It was like sitting in the interrogation chair. Though a whole lot tastier at least. Ghost left the last bit of tuna for Maynard. He seemed to really like it.
"My power is charm, I'm afraid my gift isn't extremely interesting, perhaps I'll show you when the setting is a slight more appropriate"
"You yourself said that every gift of power is interesting. It's not so hard to believe in your... charm." Did that mean she should avoid eye contact or something? Did that make him an incubus? At least a dozen other questions reared their ugly heads.
She watched him check his watch again before he launched a few questions of his own.
"Do you attend the mutant school? It sounds like quite the haven," "I do not attend the mutant school. I attend NYU remotely from the mutant school. I live there."
"Are the other students as interesting as you?" "Every mutant is interesting, Maynard. Most people are, if given a chance. Though If you're looking for safe haven, I hear the Sanctuary is as safe as any place. I have stayed there before."
Maynard shook his head in response to her mention of the Sanctuary, he was in no need of protection, being quite capable of taking care of him. He took one last piece of tuna from the plate before reaching into his coat pocket for his wallet.
He carefully counted out a sum of two hundred dollars in fresh looking bills and placed them on the table, surely that would be enough to cover their meal. Slipping out of his chair he pushed it in as per usual before fixing his cufflinks again.
"I think I'll manage just fine on my own," with great care he straightened the collar of his shirt while waiting for his company to join him, "So you think all mutants are interesting?" he waved for her to follow and made his way outside.
The limousine was waiting once again, this time the destination was however of his choosing. The journey wasn't terribly long, they had arrived at an old dock yard. It seemed vacant, save for the various breeds of rodent that clearly occupied the near by building.
"If I show you my power, will you honour me with a presentation?" he opened the car door again and once they were outside the Limousine drove off.
"What sort of talents does the lovely Miss Vega harbour," he asked with a raised brow as he walked with fluid grace toward the edge of the property, peering down at the murky water on the other side.
"I'm very much interested in the school; perhaps you could show it to me sometime," when he turned on his heel to face her his fingertips became alive with red sparks, they arced away from his grasp leaving very strange burn patterns in the metal fence at his back.
Each second that he let the energy flow filled the air with horrible tension; it was as though the positive feelings had been drained from the area. "I can control all that is negative, and manipulate it to my will"
Squeezing the soy bean from within the pod with her teeth, Ghost finished off the last of the edamame. At least they got some vegetables with that spread. Maynard made a show with some crisp bills. Ghost would have loved to imagine that even that wad was not enough, but alas they let the pair back out onto the street with genial bows and profuse thank you's.
"I think I'll manage just fine on my own," "Every being craves companionship at the very least, Maynard." Ghost watched with amusement as Maynard put himself back together with careful nature. Ghost only stood, folded her napkin around the chopsticks, and straightened her long sleeve shirt.
"So you think all mutants are interesting?" "You said almost as much, yourself. It's not such a logical leap to say that mutants are interesting, not just their particular powers. Or is that all you are interested in?"
The limousine was there silent as a stalking panther. She wondered how he called it, or if it perhaps ever left. Ghost dutifully took a seat inside, and waited patiently for them to arrive at their secret location. She didn't wait long, but the scenery was somewhat more low-brow than she was expecting. So much for that predictable pattern of affluence. An old dock yard.
She tried not to jump to conclusions.
"If I show you my power, will you honour me with a presentation?" "I will try my best, though I'll warn you, not all mutations are easily seen."
"What sort of talents does the lovely Miss Vega harbour," Ghost only smiled and trailed after Maynard, enthralled in her own way. She knew this game. Mutant meetings always seemed to take this route: What is your power? and... if they were boys: How can I beat them?
"I'm very much interested in the school; perhaps you could show it to me sometime," "I would be honored to give you a tour provided you promise to do no harm there and pass a weapons check. New security rules."
She watched his display. Red. The color of the Order. Was he color coded for her convenience? Did red really mean bad? Well, this was America. Innocent until he tried to kill her, right?
"I can control all that is negative, and manipulate it to my will." Charming. Oh wait... "I though you said your power lay in charm?"
The skin on his hands suffered the consequences of his display; seared from the power he had let loose. He took a deep breath and soon after the air became light once more as the pleasantness of the day returned to them.
"Our powers have the ability to define us at times; the intrigue of the gift draws us in, but the beauty of the person captivates us" these words drifted from his tongue with a certain unique ring, it was a compliment masked in metaphor.
With a tiny smile he gestured toward her, "Don't keep me in suspense, my dear" he bit his bottom lip in anticipation; "I'm beside myself with curiosity."
He took a perch against the side of a large metal container, arms folding neatly beneath his chest while his attention remained fixed on the beautiful white rabbit that had served as his guide this day.
"I was making a joke earlier; perhaps I'm not nearly as charming as I'd like to believe, or perhaps you're just too much mystery for even a man such as me" he snuck a glance toward his hands, the skin had mended itself in the brief time it took for them to exchange words.
Maynard moved with the grace of a wraith, coming up behind Ghost and resting his hands on her slender shoulders his voice radiated in her ear as he came dangerously close.
"Sate my curiosity, what gift does the rabbit possess?"
Some unknown tension released in Ghost as soon as the red sparks went away. Was she really that paranoid about the Order? She hardly had faced them. She'd never been harmed by them except to see her teammates go down. Ghost breathed out a long slow breath. All things negative, huh?
"Our powers have the ability to define us at times; the intrigue of the gift draws us in, but the beauty of the person captivates us" He could have whispered from across the doc and she would not have heard him more clearly. It was hard not to be defined by one's power when Ghost could even become her element. Or... something like it anyway.
"Don't keep me in suspense, my dear I'm beside myself with curiosity." It was a cute gesture when he bit his lip like that. "I did warn you that not all mutations are as flamboyant as ... red sparks of oogy boogy." The wind kicked up subtly ruffling through Ghost's snowy hair sending what was almost laying flat into total disarray. It wasn't nice to tease, but in a sense the display had already begun in her nervousness. She would try her best not to reveal her ace, though.
"I was making a joke earlier; perhaps I'm not nearly as charming as I'd like to believe, or perhaps you're just to much mystery for even a man such as me" "And what kind of man is Mister Maynard Ashworth?"
She didn't look over her shoulder when she heard or even felt his approach. She let him come. She let him put his hands on her shoulders and she let her heart jump up into her throat and flutter helplessly there. But that was his mistake. A point of contact was all it took to start forcing the air from his lungs. A sort of sigh that kept going and going and going.
"Sate my curiosity, what gift does the rabbit possess?" "Elemental control." She reported, her voice strangled with the fear of proximity and the thrill of the danger. "I am an air elemental."
She wasn't ghosting yet and that meant that she had to control her breathing. He was innocent until he tried to kill her. What she was doing was only what he had asked of her, a display.
The ruffle of the wind and the loose leaves that they carried danced in a vibrant display that couldn't have seemed any clearer. He was mesmerized by the beauty and it showed on his handsome face as he smiled brightly as though he had been hoping for nothing less.
"I'm a man left in awe," he said in a low tone; his strong hands still rested on her shoulders as while his attention was distracted.
It wasn't long before he felt the air draining from him; years of abuse from his ability had left him without fear, he was so calm that it was as though nothing was going wrong.
Maynard's voice was broken slightly by the fact that he was slowly suffocating, but still he managed to speak. "I'm a man that is enthralled by his company, you've no idea just how beautiful you are" despite her striking appearance he referred to something deeper.
He leaned closer as silken words dripped from his lips; "The white rabbit didn't disappoint Alice, nor me" whether it was intentional or not was unknown, but his soft lips brushed against her cheek momentarily and it seemed just enough to distract her mind so he could slip away from the grasp of her power.
Maynard took in a deep breath before smiling once again, "You're very talented," he took a step and rubbed his chin while his lips savoured the delicate taste left behind from her skin.
"Do you want to return home yet, or dive deeper into the rabbit hole?" a few arcs of energy left his fingertips as he smiled; they connected with a few weeds on the ground, causing them to wilt and rot, he didn't seem to notice.
"I'm a man left in awe," She had meant to leave him breathless, and he was being so clam and collected about it that she was worried that her power was a miss somehow. He was still touching. Always with the touching!
"I'm a man that is enthralled by his company, you've no idea just how beautiful you are" "You know, you're coming on really strong for a guy I just met." And so she pulled all the harder at the little air left to him. She sensed that he was low now, he wouldn't be touching for much longer. If he was really too stubborn to let go, then he wouldn't be standing much longer either.
"The white rabbit didn't disappoint Alice, nor me." That was a funny way to spend his last breath. And then he stole a kiss from her cheek. Wasn't he a little old for her too? Old and prickly? She didn't really enjoy prickly. "You know, you are way too grabby for comfort. Are all Brits as hands-on or is that just your style?" Ghost was a patient woman. But even the most patient of women can only forgive so many transgressions on their personal space.
"You're very talented," "And you're handsy. I'll take your compliment as it stands if you keep your hands off."
"Do you want to return home yet, or dive deeper into the rabbit hole?" a few arcs of energy left his fingertips as he smiled; they connected with a few weeds on the ground, causing them to wilt and rot. "If you're looking to test yourself, I'm not interested." but she was ready. Ready to take flight at the very least.
The man waved his finger back and forth in the air in response to her words; his attention was focused toward the ground as though he felt little reason to greet her directly at this point.
"So defensive and misguided," as he spoke the limousine that had brought them here pulled into the lot.
"The young thing with their hearts and not their heads," he turned his back toward Ghost and made his way toward the car, all the while the arcs of energy flew off his hands; leaving trails of death with each step and damaging his flesh.
"If I wanted to kill you I would have poisoned your fish; if I wanted to kiss you I'd have made my move" he paused as he reached the car, opening the door.
"Romance has little place in the life of a man cursed with the gift of pain; but I do find it cute that you interpret my eccentric mannerisms as such" he rested his wait on the ajar door, keeping his eyes fixed on her.
"Should you desire another job, come see me at my residency in town," he tossed a small bundle of bills toward her; a piece of paper was tucked inside with his address written on it.
"I still wish to see the school, should you be so kind as to oblige" he slipped inside and shut the door.
"Call her a cab; I do believe she can afford it now" Maynard poured a glass of scotch as the driver pulled out of the lot.
"Is she the one you're looking for, sir?" asked the driver.
"Not at all, but she's certainly a creature of interest" Maynard's attention was directed toward the blue sky as he savoured the taste of scotch lingering on his lips.