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.
With all the action being over, and all the high adrenaline levels dropping back to the norm, Mindy was suddenly aware of the fact that she was on her own with two teenagers her age. She kind of felt nervous and unsure of herself, though having fought alongside with them helped to dampen such feelings somewhat. She inwardly upbraided herself for her lack of confidence.
According to the two of them, New York was certainly more than always like that. What with fighting a clay Cthulu? Maybe she would ask later. But it seemed like this city was rife with monsters and mutants and humans and haters and only heaven-knows-what-next. Certainly a wrong place to try to lie low, as a mutant. Juka asked her a question, and her face flushed at his choice of words. She quickly looked down at her knapsack and attempted to rummage through it, trying to hide the fact that she was blushing. She wasn't used to people talking to her like that, especially guys. Already, she had assumed that Juka was a boy, only that he liked to dress up like a girl, because closer scrutiny of his body structure and his voice kind of gave him away. It was an assumption, nonetheless; she could be wrong, but until proven otherwise, Juka was a guy. Thankfully, with all the blushing, she was able to find her voice.
"Well, uh... I saw this guy being robbed; I couldn't just turn a deaf ear to his plight. I had to help. Nearly cost me, huh? I should thank you both for coming to my... rescue, so thank you."
She lapsed into silence, then something suddenly prompted her to ask a question. She managed to look up. "Are you guys like, vigilantes or something? Like superheroes who fight for um, justice or such stuff? I've rarely seen a mutant who didn't respond to human hatred with an equal dose, or even more."
>>"No one should be forced to take on giant clay Cthulus. I still have bruises."
Gawain smirked. Yeah, that was a painful experience. He did agree with Juka; hopefully the next monster was at least one year away. That would give them time to improve their fighting skills as a team so single people would not get their asses handed to them by slimy clay tentacles. In a heroic manner, that is.
>>"So, my beautiful lady Mindy, what brings you to the attention of mean human thugs anyway?"
The girl was blushing. Gawain grinned at Juka. The weird cross-dresser guy did have a way with women. And with words. Words for women. And girls.
>>"Well, uh... I saw this guy being robbed; I couldn't just turn a deaf ear to his plight. I had to help. Nearly cost me, huh? I should thank you both for coming to my... rescue, so thank you."
"Ya're most welcome. We're always there for damsels in distress." he nodded, with a sideways wink at Juka, who no doubt felt the same way.
>>"Are you guys like, vigilantes or something? Like superheroes who fight for um, justice or such stuff? I've rarely seen a mutant who didn't respond to human hatred with an equal dose, or even more."
Now that was an interesting question. Gawain hadn't come to terms with that matter yet. Sure, he was currently living in the X-Mansion and all, but being a superhero... that reminded him about his conversation with Rapunzel the other day.
"Um, yeah, somethin' of the sort" he shrugged, once again glancing at Juka for backup "We're in trainin'. Sorta. So... Buffy, was it?" he asked with a cheeky grin, the thug might just have been right, the name fit the girl "What brings ya to the most exciting city in the world?"
Being safe and away from evil violent thugs was most certainly a good thing as far as Juka was concerned, and quite possibly also a reason to celebrate. In his head played the Final Fantasy victory music and even if no one else could here it, it made his victory complete. Life was good and he was an epic hero.
"Well, uh... I saw this guy being robbed; I couldn't just turn a deaf ear to his plight. I had to help. Nearly cost me, huh? I should thank you both for coming to my... rescue, so thank you."
"I understand completely," Juka intoned with a sympathetic look. He reached over to pat her on the shoulder. "You did the right thing, my sweet damsel. You certainly could not have possibly allowed that poor man get robbed without trying to do something. And we were thrilled to come to your rescue, now werent we Gawain?" Juka winked in Gawain's direction.
"Are you guys like, vigilantes or something? Like superheroes who fight for um, justice or such stuff? I've rarely seen a mutant who didn't respond to human hatred with an equal dose, or even more."
Vigilantes. Now that was a word that Juka liked the sounds of. In fact, super heroes was a word that he liked the sound of even more. But was he really a super hero? He frowened to himself, contemplating. No, not really or at least not yet. Besides, didn't super heroes need to have masks and costumes? He was most certainly missing both of those two things, though now that he thought about it, perhaps that should change. Juka Miami: Singer extraordinaire and super hero. It had a nice ring to it.
"Um, yeah, somethin' of the sort"
Juka nodded at Gawain. "Yes, something of the sort is exactly the words I was searcing for. We don't have masks or costumes, you see." He nodded to himself and grinned, as if that fact explained everything.
Even though Mindy had just met them, she was starting to feel comfortable in their company already. These guys were likely going to be her very first friends in New York City. She would need friends anyway, seeing what a wonderful intro she had just received today. According to Gawain and Juka, they were vigilantes in training. That sounded very cool. Mindy wondered whether it was just physical skills they trained, or their mutant abilities. She sure wouldn't mind staying around a mutant-friendly environment, if there was one.
Gawain called her 'Buffy' and she chuckled. "Well, you know, the normal vampire slaying, and demon hunting, and blah blah blah..." She looked up at the sky. "I tried leaving some painful shards of my past behind. See, I used to stay in Canada, until a mutant-human urban war broke out in my area, and people died..." Her voice became distant. "Neighbors, friends... Well, even after it died down, I couldn't forget the carnage, the hatred, the deaths. So, I left, hoping to find a big place in which I could just quietly disappear and live an an-least-close-to-normal life. Looks like that ain't the case.
I was once a superhero sort of girl, too, you know? But no masks or gaudy costumes. My friends and I just busted creeps back in the good old days, like we did today. So, tell me about your 'super hero group. What kinda trainings do you do, anyway?"
>>"I tried leaving some painful shards of my past behind. See, I used to stay in Canada, until a mutant-human urban war broke out in my area, and people died..."
Ouch. Gawain frowned sympathetically as he listened to her story. One more person to prove that in 90% of the time it sucks to be a mutie. More precisely, it sucks to be a mutie when humans are involved. Duh.
>>"I was once a superhero sort of girl, too, you know? But no masks or gaudy costumes. My friends and I just busted creeps back in the good old days, like we did today. So, tell me about your 'super hero group. What kinda trainings do you do, anyway?"
Apparently they all agreed on their disapproval of costumes and masks. Gawain was not entirely sure what kind of gear the X-men wore when they did their thing, but he knew all too well he'd need at least two sets of it, and it'd better not be made of spandex. He grinned at Juka. He couldn't imagine him in any practical attire either.
"Well, there's a school for people like us" he explained to Buffy - if she didn't have a codename yet, this one's gonna stick "We live there." he glanced at Juka; he was not sure he was staying at the Mansion, but he was around most of the time, so technically it was true "We have a team called the X-men, they do missions and such. The rest of us train to use their powers and stuff. And we have classes too." He had to add that, even though he hadn't actually visited one single class since he moved into the Mansion.
"Well, you know, the normal vampire slaying, and demon hunting, and blah blah blah... I tried leaving some painful shards of my past behind. See, I used to stay in Canada, until a mutant-human urban war broke out in my area, and people died...""Neighbors, friends... Well, even after it died down, I couldn't forget the carnage, the hatred, the deaths. So, I left, hoping to find a big place in which I could just quietly disappear and live an an-least-close-to-normal life. Looks like that ain't the case.
"I'm so sorry to hear that," Juka said with feeling. He had heard the stories about mutants who were prosecuted for who and what they were, how could one not hear such stories? They were all over the news and unfortunately all to common. In a way he felt just a little ashamed at the fact that he was so much mor fortunate than some, having never encountered any violence related to what he was. The closest he had ever come was during the time he had been trapped in his bubble and that had never progressed beyond the point of judgemental stares.
I was once a superhero sort of girl, too, you know? But no masks or gaudy costumes. My friends and I just busted creeps back in the good old days, like we did today. So, tell me about your 'super hero group. What kinda trainings do you do, anyway?"
"Sounds like fun. No one back home knew that I was anything more than a flamboyant human. I had enough problems with my parents disapproving of my style of dress, let alone the fact that I was a mutant. Besides, there was just something about being able to escape the world below me without anyone knowing, you know?" It was rare that Juka was so opon about his past and his feelings but something about the encounter just made him feel like opening up. Something about these two just seemed trustworthy. That, and the fact that they were sharing their stories in kind. It only seemed fair.
"We have a team called the X-men, they do missions and such. The rest of us train to use their powers and stuff. And we have classes too."
"Oh, but don't worry, not all of us have to go to class," Juka assured her with a wink. He certainly hadn't gone to any classes nor did he intend on doing so any time soon. Besides, he didn't techniclally actually live at the Mansion nor was he a teenager relegated to a life of high school any more.
School? Team called X-men? Train to use powers and stuff? And less interestingly, classes? "Wow. That's some kind of school you got there..."
Come to think of it, such a place could offer her protection from the humans that so desperately tried to harass mutants at any given opportunity. She would be safe in a place where mutants were taught to harness their powers positively, and better yet, a place that was inhabited by other mutants.
"Lemme get some things: the X-men go on missions, huh? What kind of missions? Peace keeping missions? What kind of lessons are taught at this... school? If it's high school stuff, I'm so through with such stuff. Something else I'd like to know is: are there any school fees that need to be paid or something. I'm very much interested in being around those I feel at home with."
The sound of accommodation in a place where one didn't risk a bottle flying at her head every morning was enticing enough to make Mindy forget the rent she'd paid on her little flat.
>>"Oh, but don't worry, not all of us have to go to class,"
Gawain grinned and nodded in agreement. Well, at least he was not the only freeloader in the Mansion who found better ways of entertaining himself than going to boring high school classes. The same idea occurred to Buffy. Gawain couldn't exactly tell how old she was, but if she'd really been a vigilante for years, her relationship with normal human education must have been similar to his. If it hadn't been for Mom...
>>"Lemme get some things: the X-men go on missions, huh? What kind of missions? Peace keeping missions? What kind of lessons are taught at this... school? If it's high school stuff, I'm so through with such stuff. Something else I'd like to know is: are there any school fees that need to be paid or something. I'm very much interested in being around those I feel at home with."
Well, time to recruit another lovely lady for the school.
"I dunno about fees, I never paid any" Gawain waved his hand, glancing at Juka to see if he had something to add "It's a bunch of kids like us, runaways and stuff, and some grown-ups goin' out now and then to save the world... again and again." he grinned "But it's a cool place. And apart from bein' attacked an' torn down every now and then, it's pretty safe too. Death traps on the fields an' all."
"Lemme get some things: the X-men go on missions, huh? What kind of missions? Peace keeping missions? What kind of lessons are taught at this... school? If it's high school stuff, I'm so through with such stuff. Something else I'd like to know is: are there any school fees that need to be paid or something. I'm very much interested in being around those I feel at home with." She really was adorable, Juka decided. Adorable in a hugglable but strong sort of way. She was, after all, quite clearly able to defend herself rather effectively. "They never mentioned any fees to me." He nodded his agreement at Gawain and then frowned as a sudden thought occurred to him. "Unless my parents suddenly somehow discovered that I was a mutant and that I wanted to become an X-man, but I have no ide how they would discover that." Not that he would put it past them, of course. "But it's a cool place. And apart from bein' attacked an' torn down every now and then, it's pretty safe too. Death traps on the fields an' all."
"Oh, don't let Gawain scare you, sweet one, its really not that bad. I've only been only killed twice and neither of those times happened at the Mansion." One had been Aura, evil vile woman that she was and the other had been the giant clay monster Cthulu and that had been at least partly his fault, since it was his decision to help in the beast's defeat. "I guess becoming a super hero kind of involves a little danger though, right? Makes life more exciting."
It was at that moment that Juka became aware of distant sirens. "You know, I'm thinking we might want to move a little further from the scene of the gunshot. Police might not often look up, but I'd rather not take the chance, you know?"
No school fees. That sounded almost too good to be true. That, or the proprietor was almost too good to be true, in character. It was rare, almost impossible for someone to perform such a selfless act, unless there was a hidden agenda. Perhaps he, or she was one of the 'paladin' sort, who believed in the good and sought to always promote it. Well, kudos to such a one, that being the case.
She would get her answers as time went by; that was more likely, because with all she'd heard, there were so many questions boggling her mind. Had Gawain just mentioned death traps? That probably indicated that it would have state of the art security...
"Wow, that sounds like some really serious stuff." Juka was right. Being a superhero was fun, not for the weak of heart though. She was just going to say something, when she heard the distant sirens. Cops. A noisy bunch that often let the baddies get away with all their noisy intros. And it was wise to get going, too. Some sharp eared person might hear something, unless one of them cops was a telepath... very unlikely.
"Yeah, I guess we should get going... like, three or four blocks should be safe, right?"
Without really waiting for an answer, thanks to the side of her that was impulsive, she ran in the opposite direction of where the sirens were coming from. On getting to the edge, she used her powers to repel herself upwards and away from the roof, so as to perform a mega jump. With a feat impossible for a normal person, she scaled the distance between two buildings, though she landed a little close to the edge. She was sure the other two would keep up. By the time the cops got to the scene of the 'unrest', the tracks would be long cold.
>>"Oh, don't let Gawain scare you, sweet one, its really not that bad. I've only been only killed twice and neither of those times happened at the Mansion. I guess becoming a super hero kind of involves a little danger though, right? Makes life more exciting."
Gawain rolled his eyes, but his grin agreed with Juka anyway. The bubble boy was either overdoing it, or he possessed some kind of healing factor he did not talk about. Killed twice? Gawain shuddered. He did not want to experience that part of being a superhero.
>>"Yeah, I guess we should get going... like, three or four blocks should be safe, right?"
Oh yes. Getting farther away from the cops was good. Very good. Gawain was not sure how many angry shopkeepers decided to sic the police on him since he arrived in New York, but was pretty sure not all of them saw Maya, and even though the cops had more serious stuff to worry about than petty thieves, farther was better.
Buffy made a Matrix jump, and Gawain was impressed once again. Not half bad. He was starting to wonder if she needed saving at all. Maybe she did. Looking around on the roof he spotted an attic window and walked over to it, melting into his own reflection before walking away in the general direction of where the girl went. From windows here and there he could see and follow her; once they were four or five blocks away she seemed to stop, and Gawain left the window he was standing in, landing on a fire escape before climbing up onto the roof.
"That was some jump" he grinned at the girl "Is that your ability?"
"Wow, that sounds like some really serious stuff."
Juka waved a hand dismissively. "Oh its not so bad really. As long as you know the risks don't you think its worth it in the end?" He certainly thought so though he supposed, rather somewhat belatedly, that not everyone would think the same thing. Not everyone was interesting in fame, excitment, risk, danger and the prospect of helping people which, if very likely, might convert itself into some more "personal" rewards. Ah yes, personal rewards sounded like quite the prospect indeed. Now if only he could find someone to save that might be able to offer such rewards to him...
Juka followed Random as she made her away away from the sirens, jumping from one rooftop to the other. Now that was something that looked impressive, not to mention how much fun it looked also. Well, he could be just as impressive floating from rooftop to rooftop, right? Even if floating didn't look nearly as much fun as death defying leaps of awesome but, as he was reluctantly beginning to accept, one couldn't have everything no matter how much one wanted it. So he made due with what he had, rising his bubble just above the woman and silently following her.
Below him, Juka spotted Gawain wal into his own reflection and reappearing somewhere else. Wow. So they were both impressive people with cool powers. Not only that, but it explained the Mirror name as well.
In that moment Juka realized that, while he might not be able to have either person's power, he really should have a cool nickname shouldn't he? Like Mirror did. Something fitting. The question was what. Bubble Boy just didn't sound very heroic to his ears. Having arrived somewhere safe, several blocks from their initial incounter with the thugs, he sighed. "Can't I have a cool nick name like yours Gawain?"
The last jump... and there! Mindy landed quite gingerly at her destination. She turned to look at the others. Juka could fly, and that's what he did, but Gawain's abilities were still a mystery. All she saw was that he was climbing onto the roof from a fire escape. His powers were likely akin to teleportation, but they couldn't be exactly, because if they were, he would have appeared on the roof directly.
"Well, the big jump is only a part of my powers. Doesn't beat flying, heck, perhaps never could, but it's something. My powers are more or less simply described as attraction and repulsion forces. Look."
Mindy walked to the edge and dropped off, but not before holding onto the wall and sticking to it, like an insect of sorts. perhaps a spider, but she had no webs. She climbed around a little, then back up to join them. "Nothing special. They have a ridiculously short range, see and I always have to get around that. So, you mind telling me about your powers? I know Juka can fly, and Gawain, you uh... teleport or something, not that I could call it that, though. If I'm correct, you've got some restrictions, though you don't have to tell me..."
Listening to Juka ask Gawain about cool names got her thinking on what she could call herself. She had no idea. "By the way, Juka, I'm pretty sure you could come up with something neat, but I doubt I have much hope for me. You just think about all the stuff you can do and liken yourself to something trendy, and presto. You get yourself a nickname."
Gawain watched Mindy crawl up and down the wall, it looked really cool and he coud see how it was useful. In a way it was similar to his own power, being able to scale buildings and hop from one place to the other. It walso had a neat physics-type explanation. The girl was comfortable with her powers.
"Nothing special, huh?" he grinned "That's a neat kind of 'nothing special' ya have. Some people might envy you for it."
>>"So, you mind telling me about your powers? I know Juka can fly, and Gawain, you uh... teleport or something, not that I could call it that, though. If I'm correct, you've got some restrictions, though you don't have to tell me... By the way, Juka, I'm pretty sure you could come up with something neat, but I doubt I have much hope for me. You just think about all the stuff you can do and liken yourself to something trendy, and presto. You get yourself a nickname."
"If you knew the codenames some people sport at school ya wouldn't say that" he chuckled, sitting down once again now that they were settled on the roof "As for powers... I'm a mirrorwalker. That's why some people call me Mirror. Very very original." he nodded with a mock serious face.
Also, 'Mirror' was not gender specific, and most of the time it was easier to get used to than switching back and forth between 'Gawain' and 'Maya'. Even though the two were one and the same, it took time till people got used to not thinking of them as separate people. Hence the unisex codename. Yay. Mindy did not need to know that right now.
"Codenames are fun, and there's a load of them still available, so I'm sure both of ya will find one you'd like. Although I've gotta say I'm partial to Buffy now." he grinned at the girl. It was like Twyla being Bubblegum. A name that would not look good on the official team list, but it just stuck. With some help.
"Well, the big jump is only a part of my powers. Doesn't beat flying, heck, perhaps never could, but it's something. My powers are more or less simply described as attraction and repulsion forces. Look. Nothing special. They have a ridiculously short range, see and I always have to get around that. So, you mind telling me about your powers? I know Juka can fly, and Gawain, you uh... teleport or something, not that I could call it that, though. If I'm correct, you've got some restrictions, though you don't have to tell me..." "
Juka clapped, impressed by the display of wall walking. "Floating isn't so special," Juka assured the woman. As much as he loved his bubbles and wouldn't trade them for the world (or for any of the other numerous mutant powers that he had seen since coming to the city), he didn't want her to feel like her powers were inadequate. They were, after all, quite impressive in their own right and he had seen what she was able to do to the human thugs that had attacked her. Juka certainly couldn't do that. "And my powers are short range too." He extended a tendril by way of demonstration and bubbled a rock a few feet away. "Ten feet is about it. Any further and I flee for my life." He grinned, not being entirely serious. Though, of course, there was nothing wrong with fleeing if the situation warranted it.
"By the way, Juka, I'm pretty sure you could come up with something neat, but I doubt I have much hope for me. You just think about all the stuff you can do and liken yourself to something trendy, and presto. You get yourself a nickname."
Juka sighed in dramatic fashion. "Maybe but I just don't want to be known as the Amazing Bubble Boy or something like that." Bubbles being awesomely amazing powers or not, Bubble Boy just wasn't a heroic nickname. It was almost as bad as when his Jewelly had called his bubbles soap bubbles. For shame.
"As for powers... I'm a mirrorwalker. That's why some people call me Mirror. Very very original."
"Mirrorwalker." Juka nodded sagely. Well, now it all made perfect sence, the walking into his reflection and then reappearing elsewhere. Now that power almost beat floating, almost. But could a mirrorwalker ride a storm? He thought not and that fact, if nothing else, made his bubbles much more fun.