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.
>>”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?”
"Oh yeah. I hear ya." Maya agreed with a grin. She shared his sentiment, even though half of her life she herself owned a pair of said items. Not much of them though. So, C.J. liked both girls and boys. Maya/Gawain often wondered what that would be like. Gender shifting made it kind of an obvious choice - she could try all possible combinations if she wanted to. How's that for variety. Still, with her, it was the complete opposite of C.J.'s situation: he liked both girls and boys, and she was both girl and boy. Funny thing, hormones and genetics.
>>”Calley’s the first I’ve been this messed up by their not liking me back, if that’s what you mean.”
"Yeah, I can imagine." she nodded, a little bit more seriously. Calley was a good guy. Not her type, since he was a guy, but she could see why someone would be attracted to him. She chose not to share the steed part with C.J. just yet.
C.J. chose that moment to fall of the bed. He landed with a painful sounding thud, but didn't seem hurt. Maya shook her head and grinned again.
"Well, at least ya can't fall further down from there, mate." she observed, pulling a pillow off the bed to put it under his head. "I think ya should stay there until ya can see straight again, how 'bout that. I'll stay too, allright? We can talk."
Cafas stared upwards from his pillow on the floor. Seeing straight was a good idea, her staying, well, he could live with that, she wasn’t too bad. Talking though, that was... something he was failing at in his state. It was a dilemma, what on earth could he talk about? He didn’t want to talk about Calley anymore, but where did that lead Well, he could think of only one linked topic, and it just helped to further the damnation of his gender.
’I wonder...’
Cafas stared in his blurry way at Mirror. He was fairly sure he could still fall further if he tried by the feel of it too, but he would not try, simply talk. ”Do you ever think about s*x?” Why he had chosen that topic, he could not say, mostly because the words involved were too big. ”Like, you know, I know I do, and I can’t help it, I just end up thinkin’ about it, just asking, its kinda odd to me that I think ‘bout it so often.” Alchemist burped rather spirit tasting breath into his mouth and let his eyes do their own thing again, having broached a subject he wouldn’t have sober.
Maya choked on nothing, and her shoulders shook with quiet laughter for a few moments before she managed to pull a serious face. She looked down at C.J. with all the dignity of a true nodble kinght. Slash lady.
"Dude, I'm half teenage girl, half teenage guy, and I've got a girlsfriend who's smokin' hot. So, yeah. You bet."
That was really all there is to it. Life if really not that complicated, even among mutants. Maya grinned from ear to ear, and patted the alchemist on the shoulder. "If ya're askin' me, I think 'tis perfectly normal. Why do you ask?..."
Cafas liked this response, it worked for him. It meant he was normal among mutant circles. This gave him faith in his normality, and as such, his uniqueness by being just like every other teenager. Cafas now had to answer the question of why.
'Why what though? Why I asked, we'll go there.'
C.J. wasn't ready to re focus on anything in particular and so went with a reaction that he found fitting, to talk while not directly facing her. "Dunno, I find the topic odd. I mean, I don't even know where to start with a guy... or with a girl, and you know, it’s kind of meant to be like, the best ever, right?" Alchemist smiled at his own ability to recall such things as that he hadn't the foggiest how to do anything.
'I must be getting sobererer... um... less drunk.'
>>"Dunno, I find the topic odd. I mean, I don't even know where to start with a guy... or with a girl, and you know, it’s kind of meant to be like, the best ever, right?"
Maya chuckled, looking down at him. The first time she met C.J., he was fighting an Elder God, and it was epic. The second time she met him, he was running her into a wall for no apparent reason. Now, for the third time they met, he just looked like a lost puppy. And he was dealing with the same stuff all teenagers gotta deal with.
"Well, I have no clue where to start with a guy either." she shrugged "Not more than ya can figure out yourself, that is." There was no need to go into details there. Alchemist will just have to be creative. "But I guess I can tell ya right now, 'tis not gonna be the best ever. It's pretty much gonna be a mess. And it will take practice to get stuff right." she grinned at him "But guess what, practice's fun."
Cafas was starting to feel that everything he’d ever been told was a complete lie. Not the best ever? What a terrible thing to say! He pouted and blinked a few times to see if perhaps he just had something in his eye, which it turned out he did not. The question on how he was slipped by unnoticed as an age old question of boys everywhere struck him.
’It seems like a good idea to me.’
Cafas smiled stupidly at Mirror in a way that said ‘ I’m about to do something no sane person would do but it doesn’t strike me as a bad idea.’ He felt the topic provided a brilliant segue, not that he could remember what a segue was, except that he wanted one. ”So you get to be both a girl and a boy? You’re a teenager, you... do stuff right? Which is better, boy or girl?” He really could have been talking about anything, but he wasn’t, he was specifically speaking of going out to parties.
’Bet it’s the guys, girls just get hit on constantly.’
>>”So you get to be both a girl and a boy? You’re a teenager, you... do stuff right? Which is better, boy or girl?”
Maya blinked. So much about changing the subject. Once again, her unique nature spiked the curiosity of another teenager, and she couldn't get away without answering a series of uncomfortable questions. But uncomfortable they may be, there was rarely any she hadn't heard before. It was becoming a routine. Maya grinned.
"Y'know legend says there was once a guy/girl who answered that question and the gods struck him blind for bein' cheeky. He said girl's nine times better, but I wouldn't know about that. I like seein' stuff so much. So there."
Someone lying on the floor with a pillow deserves a bedtime story, after all. He didn't need to know if Maya agreed with good ol' Tiresias.
Cafas did not know why the gods had anything to do with parties. In fact, he was fairly sure gods and parties tended not to mix of late. Unless you counted mutants, which of course was wholly possible, but why would claiming one gender experienced better parties make them want to render someone... Oh.
'Uhhhh.'
Cafas went a shade of red reserved for people that wouldn't have said something even if drunk. He would have covered his face but he wasn't wholly sure where it was at. His eyes however, fell straight back into pink and green that he was getting slightly used to people commenting on when he got drunk, which had so far been every second month, and always with strangers, maybe it was an Australian thing, but he preferred it that way.
'That thought is hot though.'
C.J. had to think of something to say to that, but his words weren't working. Eventually he choked something out. "Mansions nice innit?" Except, very drunkenly, because he wasn't focusing on keeping his mouth working properly, which he sort of had been since he started talking.
Maya grinned. Whatever C.J. wanted to know about guys and girls, it was not what she answered. or maybe it was, he was just too shy to admit it. Either way, it amused the Trickster to no end. Especially the blush. Maya patted him on the shoulder once again.
"Don' sweat it kiddo, I've been asked worse." she chuckled "An' yeah, gotta admit the Mansion's quite the place. I was not plannin' on stayin' this long. But looks like I'm gonna be here for a while."
Hopefully.
"So what 'bout you? Plannin' on joinin' the team of superheroes?"
Cafas liked that last question, it was a good question; the entire topic was pretty good. No things he didn't wish to discuss with someone who was essentially a complete stranger. He figured out through obvious deductions that she meant the X-men and smiled a grin of a thousand happinesses. "I had my interview a little while back. Just got a call to the offices out of nowhere, and got asked if I wanted to be an X-man. Cafas was proud of that moment, and was looking forward to having a team to call home.
'I think the spinning is slowing... nope, it’s now a rocking.'
Cafas watched the room do the swaying thing and started feeling marginally better for it. From where he was though he realised that he had spent the last little while next to a spot on his floor that did not practically glow from cleanliness, and this made him realise he needed to break out the supplies. He looked back to the girl when his brain recognised that he had been having a conversation.
'So is she joining.'
Cafas tried his best to sound less drunk again, but was fairly sure it just made things worse. "What about you, you sign on the dotted line somewhere or did you just get told that you did good at the park and uncle Sam wants you to help?"
Maya grinned. So C.J. was signing up for saving the world too. How nice. Generation NeXt was beginning to look like a bunch of cool people. Maybe it was not going to be all hard work and no fun after all...
"Uncle Sam wants me to stop stealing his booze" she grinned "So he decided to give me somethin' to do instead. Signed me up for some classes..." Maya shrugged "Sometimes I even go to some of them. Also, he's trainin' me with my powers."
Which was, she had to admit, kind of fun. Even if Sam didn't intend it to be.
"Oh, an' I do archery." she smirked "So yeah, I wouldn't mind bein' on the team that actually does somethin' good."
Cafas listened, but didn't really absorb. Apparently she was doing classes and learning to shoot arrows. Arrows didn’t' always do exactly what you told them to, what with the flights and the wind and all that, he proffered his swords, swords always did what they were told, and you were never left exposed without a weapon like being between arrows. Bows, to Cafas, seemed silly. That and he had no effect on them so he felt powerless with them. He strained against the need to close his eyes as he attempted to continue the conversation.
'Tomorrow morning is gonna suck.'
"I use swords. They do what they're told better. I'm not allowed to carry it though, Mr. Johnsons orders." Cafas swayed despite being on the ground, which was starting to hurt his neck a little, in the dull achy way that you can never quite get rid of. He attempted to stand, however forgetting he was on the floor ended up standing on his neck before thudding down properly into the gap between his own and the SPARE bed. The room shuddered and went back to silence, but for the breathing.
'F***en ground.'
Alchemist, considerably more comfortable, decided possibly he would take a nap soon, but thought of a new question before he got around to doing it, which was likely a good thing, he didn't want to seem rude (or be woken up in ten minutes to check he hadn't died) "What are classes like here?"
>>"I use swords. They do what they're told better. I'm not allowed to carry it though, Mr. Johnsons orders."
"We'll have to practice together" the young knight(ess) nodded, then "Who the heck is Mr... oh." she grinned "I s'pose that makes sense."
C.J. looked like he was tring to change his position... he managed to change it for the worse, with a thud that sounded quite painful, and Maya winced, leaning over to check if he was still alive. He was. And very content at that. Going on with the conversation.
"They're all right, I guess" she shrugged "Dunno, I never went to school before I came here. My mother homschooled me." she explained "But the classes I went to are okay. I just... sometimes I have better things to do." she grinned
Cafas nodded sagely from the floor. Sage like a fox. He could relate, he had better things to do than go to school for more time, such as go get drunk, which he would be stopping, because he was fairly certain he no longer had his wallet. Nor the couple of hundred left from his 'job', which was essentially to sell stolen goods to passersby for fifty percent of what the store was offering it for. It was a good system. He really did need a proper job though, theft was getting boring, and most of his favourite chains were putting plastic casings on their metal alarm setter offers.
'Stupid shops.'
"Well, I sure have better things to do, right now, I'm thinking laying off the drink for... forever, it didn't fix anything. He crawled up onto the bed and sat next to the girl. It made it easier that the alcohol seemed to be wearing off slowly. "You're alright, know that? Wish all my mates were like you." C.J. smiled. This time, not stupidly, and not drunkly. His eyes were yellow and everything. He flopped back onto the bed and closed his eyes. "Make sure I don't die tonight would ya? That bed should be free." He gestured toward the bed Calley sometimes slept on. "Thanks." He curled himself up with his head on the pillow, the scootching around process taking more effort than it should have.
>>"You're alright, know that? Wish all my mates were like you."
"Yeah yeah, repeat that when ya're sober." Maya chuckled, pulling a blanket over him. In her experience drunk people said all kinds of things. She knew she did.
>>"Make sure I don't die tonight would ya? That bed should be free."
"Sure." Maya sighed. She was pretty sure he wouldn't die even if she left him alone; he probably wouldn't even notice. Then again, she couldn't be completely sure. Better safe than sorry. Maya plopped down onto the other bed, and closed her eyes.