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.
Cafas had no idea it was so difficult to find someone in the mansion. He also had no idea why no one could tell him if they'd seen a boy slash girl fitting his description. One of them had told him to head this direction, although Cafas was fairly sure that was simply because the particular corridor he was in led onward in a rather confusing pattern with many dead ends, or, as others preferred to call them, closets. He had no idea why the mansion needed so much storage space, or indeed such a confusing network of hallways. Or maybe it was simply the fact Cafas was slightly inebriated.
'Alright, gotta find... The guy chick.'
He stumbled slightly, straightened up, kept straightening, and walked on a few steps as the room blurred around him. Possibly it had been a mistake trying to pass off as a legal consumer of alcohol, especially outside the mansion, very especially with people at a bar he'd never met before, who really seemed like they enjoyed his tricks, cos they kept buying him drinks. One of them even had the same wallet as him. He wasn't in a good state, and mostly because he had started thinking about Calley again, also, he had mysteriously lost his wallet, and he believed he had left lunch a few blocks away.
'This is fuuuuuun.'
He gripped the wall for dear life. Then he fell over, and gripped the ground. He couldn’t recall how much he had consumed, but it was too much, yet he was still thinking about Calley. Now he wanted to see Mirror. He had a distinct notion that there had been reference to a predicament similar to his own in attraction last time they had met. C.J. had more pressing issues in the short term however. "Okay, whoever is the smart ass making the hallway spin like that, cut it out!" He said it with such conviction too! However he lacked a certain thing... what was it? Ah, clarity! or did he mean consonants? Well, he missed something.
>>"Okay, whoever is the smart ass making the hallway spin like that, cut it out!"
Maya stopped in the mirror she was currently walking across. Now that sounded familiar, on so many levels. First and foremost: the voice. That was decidedly C.J. The guy who bossed them all around at the Chtulhu incident, and aso the guy who ran her into a wall when whe punched Calley for kissing Twyla. Maya still had no clue what made him do that.
The other familiar thing: C.J. sounded drunk. Not tipsy, had-a-stolen-beer drunk, but pretty much blood-in-his-alcohol drunk.
The two of those together spelled F-U-N. Maya grinned.
Stepping out of the mirror and standing above him, Maya rested her hands on her hips.
"My my. Ya're totally wasted, aren't ya. Need a hand or are ya fine down there?"
Cafas stared upwards, or downwards, or whicheverwards he was currently looking at the two girls above him. Wait, no, three, one, well, the uncertain amount of identical siblings above him. They seemed familiar though. Then he figured it out just in time for his mind to process a joke that would likely not seem at funny to anyone unless they were in his state. "Gender shifter used double team!" As for his accuracy, well it was pretty much totalled as it was. There was an offer of assistance he didn't get over his own hysterical laughter. Well, at least he was a fun drunk, to himself anyway.
'How is she...'
"How are you standing up upside down?" C.J. extended a hand to assist the girl into a much more stable place on the floor/wall/ceiling. However he hoped he may gain some of her standing ability through contact. His hand was a little all over the place, and he was fairly sure he had multiple right hands... placed on multiple thighs to support themselves. Likely inappropriately high, but he couldn't really tell. "I think I just figured out that you are pointing up. Mostly cos my hand wants to come back towards me quite a lot."
'I wanna be pointing up, up is a good way to point.'
Maya rolled her eyes. He figured it out, after all. In quite a funny way. She observed C.J. as he moved around on the floor, trying to pinpoint just exactly how drunk he was. With her unique experience and skills she managed to decide on 'two minutes to sh*tfaced'. Been there, done that.
>>"I think I just figured out that you are pointing up. Mostly cos my hand wants to come back towards me quite a lot."
Maya winced as hands found her inner tigh and frowned. She didn't like drunk guys touching her. If he hadn't already been on the floor, she would have punched him for that. But in this case... brother Capt'n just needed some support.
"Those who can't hold their liquor" Maya muttered, one hand grabbing his arm and the other the front of his shirt "Shouldn' drink."
Lifting him up, she held him straight with one of his arms around her shoulders "Do you know where your room is?"
C.J. was pulled up amidst some form of scalding from the person he was starting to think would replace his mother at the rate they were going. Either that or end up his best friend who would pick him up if he got in trouble. Though that seemed less likely. Alchemist steadied, although the room did not share his sentiment as it did a back flip before his eyes. He did, however, have a response. "I think I had... a lot to drink... I don't know, they just kept buying me more... I don't think they drank that much themselves, nice blokes... I think." C.J. was no lightweight; he'd simply had a couple of buckets of drink.
'My... room?'
C.J. looked around, and sure enough he figured out, by a mixture of the infinity mirrors he was standing between and the pot plant that he was somewhere like thirty feet from his room. Thirty feet and a flight of stairs to be precise, although the stairs were somewhere in the middle. He indicated a direction. "Thanks for helping me."
>>"I think I had... a lot to drink... I don't know, they just kept buying me more... I don't think they drank that much themselves, nice blokes... I think. Thanks for helping me."
"Yeah yeah" Maya muttered with a smirk as she started to move, half helping and half dragging C.J. along. It was not like she was particularly fond of him, or his habit of running her into walls, but right now, he was piss drunk, and she was not the kind of person who leaves drunk students alone on the school corridor. Someone might find them, and they would get into trouble. She knew exactly what that felt like.
"Almost there." she muttered once they managed to climb the stairs, and find the door. Once inside, Maya unceremoniously dropped C.J. onto his bed, and sat down, catching her breath.
"So, what's the moral of this story?" she grinned at the alchemist "We don't let people buy drinks for us. Right?"
C.J. was dropped onto his bed. It was soft, nice and soft, but it was still caught in the same tornado as everything else. He feared he would wake up in Oz at this rate, and he really didn't want to have to deal with the Glinda woman, she seemed a bit like a moron. Although he wasn't one to talk in his position. He felt sort of sick again, but he couldn't exactly tell.
'Woooooo! Roller coaster!'
Then there was a moral of the story apparently, don't let people buy you drinks... No, that didn't seem right, possibly it was 'Never confess to loving someone when you don't know how they'll take it and expect they'll still care enough to visit you.' Yeah that was more like it. He pushed himself in a nonspecific direction so he was face up and looking at the ceiling. "I think... I think it's more like, don't love say someone you want need around you with. Then drink when leave they." Yep, perfectly discernable and acceptable as a thesis. He'd have to remember that.
'Now what?'
Alchemist grinned, then frowned, then looked incredibly sad, then went back to smiling. His eyes were black simply from an OD of emotional information. He looked at mirror, organised his words and asked a question. "You tell anybody you love them, and they run away ever?" It wasn't very articulate but it was a step in the right direction.
>>"I think... I think it's more like, don't love say someone you want need around you with. Then drink when leave they. You tell anybody you love them, and they run away ever?"
Oh. That. Maya sighed, and her grin softened into a smile. Someone just broke the poor alchemis's heart. No one deserves that.
"Yeah. Been there done that. Believe me 'tis not easy to find a significant other when ya're part-time gal and part-time guy like me. So, yeah."
Actually, Twyla didn't run away when she told her she loved her. She just didn't know what to do. It was not perfect... but she didn't run away. If she did, Maya would probably have ended up just like C.J. right now. She could relate.
"Poor baby." Maya sighed, looking back at him "So, she jus' ran away an' said nothin'?"
Cafas couldn’t relate, he was a permanent resident of man town. It was a good system that worked for everybody, however not apparently for those he liked. C.J. nodded at the gender shifter, actually, on that topic, he had a question to ask later. Oh yes he most certainly did! It was not time for that however and Cafas went back to the topic at hand, just in time to catch the question.
'She? Which she?'
Cafas put on his best puzzled look, although it still came off as buzzed... majorly buzzed. He didn't exactly know how to put it eloquently, even if he had been sober that would have been an impossible task when faced with the problem of explaining your sexuality to someone. "Not she, he, and yup, he did, then he came back for a little bit, if you remember I kind of smacked you into a wall you for hitting him, then he left again. Haven't heard from him since." The sentence took twice as long as normal to say, due to Alchemists attempts to keep his words in an understandable order. He had pretty much flat out given her the answer to the riddle of who it was he was in love with.
>>"Not she, he, and yup, he did, then he came back for a little bit, if you remember I kind of smacked you into a wall you for hitting him, then he left again. Haven't heard from him since."
"Oh boy." Maya blinked, eyes wide in disbelief as she stared at C.J. It all made sense now. The fight and the wall, and the yelling and the awkwardness and the alcohol, and Calley's absence. It all fell into place. "Oooh boy." she repeatet, shaking her head to clear it. She looked at C.J. and felt like she saw him for the first time in her life.
"Ya're in love with Calley."
Holy crap on a cracker.
"Well... um." she nodded, running fingers through her hair "That makes things more complicated. Does he... I mean, do you know if he likes guys?... Too?..."
Beasue she was pretty sure her steed liked girls. In all forms. Probably.
Cafas, after yet another successful circumnavigation of the globe, nodded. Yup, that was what he was trying to say, Calley. The ‘oh boy’ing didn't seem like it bode well however that was not really an issue he was at all obliged to deal with. Actually he probably was. Conversations were hard work drunk. Alchemist thought carefully on his response to the initial liking of Calley question. "Yup." Witty delightful banter from Cafas to be sure.
'What does she mean does he like boys? Actually... Does he?'
Cafas looked less puzzled, but still buzzed as his eyes swam in and out of focus on the girl. "I'm getting the vibe... That he... likes girls. The leaving thing tipped me off I think..." Cafas nodded reassuringly to no-one in particular, no one really needed reassuring in the situation, but reassuring was the nod that had been decided on. "But maybe he's just scared of... of... of his feeling!" He smiled at his own delusion.
'Has my ceiling always had a light on it?'
Cafas smiled stupidly and drunkenly upwards at his window on the wall as he hung backward partially off the bed that was attached to the wall. it was cool.
>>"I'm getting the vibe... That he... likes girls. The leaving thing tipped me off I think... But maybe he's just scared of... of... of his feeling!"
"Well, one thing for sure, he must be confused." Maya mused, watching as C.J. observed his surroundings with the curiosity of a newborn child. He looked kind of adorable, in a drunken mutant guy kinda way. Maya hoped his powers won't kick in randomly. On that note, she was not even sure what his powers were exactly.
"Listen, I've been through the same stuff ya're goin' through now. I'm part-time girl, and I bet Twyla was damn sure she's into guys. Still..." she smiled "I'm jus' sayin' ya shouldn't give up hope. For one. An' I'm also sayin' gettin' drunk won't make him like ya better." she grinned "That's why I went out to beat up some bad guys instead. Same stuff, no hangover."
Cafas stared curiously at the girl. He’d met her as a guy but more as a girl. It was really quite an odd experience. His drunk state wasn’t helping in the slightest with his comprehension of his own situation. Still, he was capable of listening. He wasn’t quite sure who was drunker though, through her accent. Damn accents, hurting his ears like that.
’So I should… Go out and beat up people instead of… getting drunk…’
The logic in that didn’t appeal to him in the slightest. Getting the snot beat out of him wasn’t a really good feeling. Although the lack of hangover was a nice thought. A very nice thought. He looked at the gender shifter, who he could have sworn had come out of a mirror before. In fact, he remembered seeing her, as a him, run through car windows… it was quite odd. He tried to focus again. ”Maybe… Right now but, I ain’t moving until the room stands still.”
>>”Maybe… Right now but, I ain’t moving until the room stands still.”
"That's probably a good idea" Maya agreed, sliding off the chair to sit on the floor with her back resting against the bed. C.J. looked wasted, and she was not sure it would be good for him - or her, or the carpet, for that matter - if he tried to stand again.
"Jus' tell me if ya feel like ya're gonna be sick, alright?" she muttered with a smirk "So I can get outta here in time."
Truth was, of course, that she wouldn't. There was some secred code or something for people who drank. You don't just leave the other like that. Of course it was nowhere in the code that you were supposed to be the one who finds them in the first place... but still. Maya settled in to watch over the alchemist.
"Weird things, hormones, huh?" she mused, glancing at him "Don' worry it won't look all that tragic once ya sober up. By the way, do you usually like guys, or is it just Calley?"
Might as well try to figure out the situation. One of her friends was in it, after all. And so was her steed.
Cafas saw her move in the reflection in the window, but it wasn’t as clear as he would have liked. Unfortunately, the sheer volume of alcohol in his system was denying him the right to clear vision. Her worries, though likely valid in any other circumstances, seemed a little pointless, he would have to sit up to throw up, and that clearly put her out of harms way, as sitting up, he would just end up with a lap full. He didn’t feel that bad anyway.
’What’s she going on about hormones?’
The question made more sense to his brain. Of course he knew what she meant with the hormones question, but the part of his brain that controlled his ability to think about them was apparently on shore leave. He could think about Calley though. ”I dunno, I’ve liked lots of people, I ‘spose it’d be about a 50-50 split, maybe 60-40 in girls favour, the boobs, you know?” C.J. nodded from his position halfway to the floor, clearly agreeing with himself. It was a difficult task, really, running a brain.
’Why does she wanna know that?’
Alchemist frowned in a confused manner, the type of frown people give when you ask them something about calculus in relation to the activity levels of cells creating a unicorn. ”Calley’s the first I’ve been this messed up by their not liking me back, if that’s what you mean.” He slipped backwards a little more, and too much of his weight fell off the bed for his drunken system to keep up, which resulted in him falling, with his legs still on the bed, into the shape of the squiggly Tetris piece. The thud was remarkable, the reaction, non existent.