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.
It had been almost a month now since Lance had moved into the mansion. The summer classes had concluded within a few days of his arrival there and the fall classes are just about to start.
With all the activities taking place around the mansion, Lance thought it best to keep out of everyone’s way. He had spent most of the day acquiring the things he will need for the coming school opening. It was nearly nightfall by the time he got back to the mansion.
Lance took a quick detour to the kitchen to make a sandwich, several if he was lucky, for his dinner. He was tired from all the day’s walking that he had wanted to turn in early that evening.
With his stomach now fully satiated, Lance headed up to his room.
After taking a quick shower and changing into his sleepwear, Lance propped himself down on the bed to the left of the window. He kept the door to the room ajar in case somebody needed him for anything.
His eyes strayed from the door and fell on the other bed in the room. Amber had once asked him if he had a roommate... he did not have one at the time, so he did not give it any further thoughts. To be honest, he was not sure on how he would react to a roommate. He was used to having an entire bedroom to himself that he did not know the feeling, or the sacrifices, of sharing a room with someone else.
He finally decided to turn in for the evening. He closed the door and turned off the lights, leaving only the nightlight on.
He was about to go to sleep when someone knocked on his door.
Nathan blinked. He’d been shown around. He knew where his room was supposed to be. He was pretty darn certain of it. Except that this was the kitchen. Not his room. He must have taken a wrong turn somewhere, but he was damned if he knew where, and just how he could have gone so far wrong! He backtracked his steps which he realised (the second time around) had led him in crazy circles and figures of eight all around the school. Walking everywhere, it seemed, except for the bedrooms. Sighing resignedly, he made his way back to the front desk and got directions to the bedrooms again. They were smiling and understanding but he still couldn’t believe how easily he could forget.
He walked up the corridor, almost taking a right at the fork and heading up into the girl’s bedrooms, but checking himself and moving down the correct hallway. The first time. He did not have to backtrack once he realised that he had gone down the girl’s corridor. Not at all. That would be silly. Sigh…
He walked up to the door he knew was his. He was sharing with someone. A mutant…no idea who, though. Or what his power was. Nathan thoroughly hoped that they could get along. He hesitated, thinking of everything that could go wrong. He could accidentally activate his power, and terrify the guy. He could be rooming with someone with really awful habits. Maybe they smoked? What if they were unhygienic? Nathan crossed his fingers and decided that he could put up with any mutation, or bad habits no matter how foul….so long as they washed.
He slowly raised a hand and knocked on the thick wooden door. The sound rang out as a hollow clacking in the hallway, and Nathan wondered if his roommate was even in. “Hello?” he asked, ensuring he had his gloves on before reaching down to turn the handle of the door. It was to, but not locked. Maybe his roomie wasn’t in after all. He opened the door and looked inside the room.
A knock on his door halted his descent into oblivion...
Forcing his eyes to wakefulness, Lance wondered who could be knocking at his door at this time, considering that it’s the middle of dinner and everyone, except him, was at the dining room.
>>> “Hello?”
The voice was muffled by the thick doors, but Lance was sure that the voice belonged to a male. However, he could not determine who among the residents of the mansion it belonged to.
Before he could answer, however, the door slowly creaked open. Damn! I forgot to lock it.
A head peaked into the room. Lance tried to make-out the features, so as to be able to identify who it belonged to, but the light from the corridor did not prove helpful to his endeavors.
Lance reached for the light switch and flicked it on.
A guy, whom Lance had never met before, was looking into his room.
“Excuse me, anything I can do for you?” Lance asked somewhat defensively, moving to interpose his body between the guy and his room.
Oh good. Well done there Nathan. Nathan squinted into the darkness and began to look at the outline of the room. He saw movement on a bed and immediately withdrew his head, looking away and squinting. If his roommate was in here, then he was lying down in the dark and what a guy did alone in the dark in his own room was no-one’s business but his own… "Sorry, the door was unlocked" Nathan tried to explain.
Good first impression there Nathan. Just set fire to him and kill his family. Round off the set. The prone figure jumped up and flicked on a light. Nathan’s eyes dilated, but he turned back to look into the room. That wasn’t the move of someone who didn’t want to be seen. He turned and saw that an asian guy had repositioned himself and was blocking the doorway. Fair enough. It was his room.
>> “Excuse me, anything I can do for you?”
Nathan looked at him and blinked a few times. “Uh…yeah. I mean, no. Sorry, let me try that again.” he said, shaking to clear his head. Why did he suck at introductions? “My name’s Nathan and I think I’m your new roommate?” Nathan said, holding out a hand to shake, but watching warily for any rings or jewellery that his unnamed roommate might be wearing.
>>> "Sorry, the door was unlocked" Nathan tried to explain.
He could have at least waited for a few seconds before opening the door, even if it was unlocked. Lance felt slightly irritated by this unusual disturbance.
>>> “Uh…yeah. I mean, no. Sorry, let me try that again.”
His brows furrowed as the guy fumbled with his reply. Lance was unsure on how to react to this one. He forced down the sneer trying to creep on his lips and tried to maintain a straight face.
>>> “My name’s Nathan and I think I’m your new roommate?”
“Lance. Lance Sandejas” Lance reciprocated the Nathan’s introduction, taking the outstretched hand in a firm handshake.
”So, you’re my new room-...” Lance suddenly stopped mid-sentence as the full impact of what Nathan had just said crashed on him.
“Did I hear you correctly?” he asked. “You’re my new roommate?” His mind was fully awake now, but he just had to be sure that he had heard Nathan correctly.
Nathan nodded as he shook Lance’s hand. This guy had a cool name. Lance. A weapon, though, which was just a little worrying. He wondered if that was his real name or one affected because of his mutation. He figured he’d find out soon enough. This guy had a really firm grip. Very very strong. Despite the poor introduction on his part, Nathan resolved to make a better impression from here on forwards.
>> “Did I hear you correctly? You’re my new roommate?”
The last vestiges of sleep fled from Lance’s eyes as he seemed to wake himself up fully. Nathan felt kinda bad now that he’d interrupted the guy’s nap, but what’s done was done. Besides, it was only, what? Eight? Eight-thirty? Nathan mentally shrugged. Maybe this guy was an early riser.
“Er…yeah. Is that a problem?” Nathan asked a little concerned. “Sorry, I can always ask for a different room if you want me to?” He finished, feeling a little silly. Clearly this Lance guy didn’t want him here. He felt just a little awkward.
And you just had to be thinking of a roommate a while ago, didn’t you? His inner voice chided him. Didn’t you remember what grandmother used to say, “If you think about something hard enough, it will likely come true.”? Lance stood there, blocking the doorway for about several seconds, while his mind processed everything that was happening.
>>> "Er…yeah. Is that a problem?”
Nathan’s question brought Lance back to the present. ”No... No problem at all,” he replied, a friendly smile made its way to his lips.
>>> “Sorry, I can always ask for a different room if you want me to?”
“No need for that,” Lance replied. “Come on in.” he added, stepping away from the doorway to allow Nathan access to the room.
”Sorry for the mess,” Lance apologized, as he picked-up the paper bags filled with various school supplies and reading materials. The room was not messy at all, although there was a certain degree of disarray, most of which were due to the various paper bags containing school supplies that was quickly picked-up by Lance and moved to his side of the room. ”I just bought these this morning,” he started explaining, ”and haven’t had the time to put them away yet.”
Why was he even explaining the situation to Nathan? Oh, right. So Nathan will not think that he was a messy dormer.
The space was fully intended to comfortably accommodate two residents. There was ample moving area, separate clothes cabinet and work table, but only one bathroom. The dark blue colored walls gave the room a relaxed atmosphere and the window across allowed sunlight to fully illuminate the room during daytime.
(OOC: Not fully sure if each room had its own bathroom.)
“No... No problem at all, come on in. Sorry for the mess, I just bought these this morning and haven’t had the time to put them away yet.”
Nathan looked over the relatively fastidious room. Nathan had no accoutrements of his own to bring with him, but he figured he could always get some. The room was very clean and tidy, the ‘mess’ that Lance was referring to merely his school things. Well, when Nathan got round to bringing his there’d be twice as much clutter and it would still manage to be much tidier than Nathan’s own room back in England had been.
“Oh, no, not at all!” Nathan smiled, “This is no mess at all. Especially if you weren’t expecting a room mate or anything.” which he hadn’t been. Clearly. Well, despite having spent an hour or so wandering around aimlessly and lost, Nathan seriously doubted any advanced warning would have been sent of his arrival. They’d expect him to be able to make his own introductions without messing up. More fool them.
“These are some pretty funky digs” said Nathan, looking at the room itself, beneath the books and school stuff. With a dark blue wallpaper and matching carpet, Nathan got the impression that they were somewhere at sea. He smiled as he looked out of the window. “And we get a really amazing view of the grounds” he said, acknowledging only the truth. The trees looked lovely in the shadows of night, like a twilight, ethereal forest, silver in the gloaming.
“One question left, I guess…which bed is mine?” asked Nathan with a grin as his fatigue caught up with him. He’d been up for a long time, got up early and had a rough few weeks. He felt like he could sleep for a few more.
>>> "And we get a really amazing view of the grounds ”
Nathan could not have said anything truer with regards to the view of the mansion’s garden afforded by the location of their room. Lance was actually grinning at Nathan’s comment. It was one of the things he was grateful to Shin for. Although the room assignment was purely coincidental.
>>> "One question left, I guess…which bed is mine?”
”Take that one,” Lance answered, pointing to the bed on the right side of the room (facing in the direction of the window).
Lance once again propped himself down on his bed. ”Mutant or human?” he suddenly popped the question to Nathan. It wasn’t the best way to ask a new acquaintance whether he was a mutant or not, but if they were going to be roommates, might as well lay that out on the table.
”Oh, by the way, if you wanna take a bath before turning in, the towel and other essentials on the left cabinet in the bathroom are all unused,” he offered his new roommate.
Despite his sleepiness, Lance’s curiosity was keeping him awake. This new development to his “dorm life” is proving to be quite interesting.
Nathan strolled over to the bed. It couldn’t be more than 10 steps away, and he set off towards it with a yawn. By step three he felt sluggish and slow. Step five, and he could feel the weight of the day hanging off him like treacle. Step six and it was the weight of the last week. By step seven there was the life he’d taken and he was dragging his feet. The carpet a tarpit, determined to hold him back from the warm soft cottony comfort that awaited him just three more steps ahead.
>> “Mutant or human?”
Nathan turned his head and blinked as the question registered. “I’m a mutant.” he said inside his head. “Good job. That’s what to say. Now try with your words.” his inner monologue chided him. “Stick to your wheelhouse: Making terrible impressions, screwing your life up and being socially awkward. Leave the inside-of-the head thing to me. Good job on the socially awkward bit right now, by the way. This conversation’s taking place in real time. Words. Now. Use them.” “…’m a mutant” Nathan managed out loud, wishing people would stop talking to him. He just wanted to sleep now. For about a year. “Metal. Turn into it. Don’t touch me with it”
>> “Oh, by the way, if you wanna take a bath before turning in, the towel and other essentials on the left cabinet in the bathroom are all unused,”
Nathan felt cheated. The world was conspiring to keep him from sleep. The bed was right there. Tempting him. Taunting him. Three steps away. It had a duvet that looked as soft and cuddly as some sort of a cloud/baby-lamb crossbreed. The big question was: Did he want to just collapse here without a bath, or drown in the shower for the sake of appearances? He’d made a hash of his first impression already, so he was tempted to try for the bath. Eventually his body won, though, so he dragged the last few steps to his bed and fell forwards, collapsing down on top of his duvet and smiling with apparent glee as the soft embrace took him. “Nah, it’s all right, you can have it all…” he said, semi-coherently before falling asleep where he lay.
Nathan practically slurred his reply to Lance’s question. The guy obviously wanted no more than to claim the bed and get some much needed shut-eye.
>>> " Metal. Turn into it. Don’t touch me with it.”
Similarly, Nathan’s description of his power was delivered in the self same slurred manner and it took a few seconds for Lance to piece them together. A metallic adaptoid... if there was indeed such a term. Lance thought.
Lance was mildly surprised that Nathan was already sound asleep in such a short period of time. He stood up to turn off the lights and making sure that the door was locked this time.
”Good night, Nathan. Sleep well,” Lance quipped, not really sure whether Nathan heard him or not.
Lance contemplated the changes about to happen to his living arrangements now that he was sharing the room with Nathan... at least, based on his initial estimates, Nathan was someone he could get along with and that made the present situation okay with him.
It took a while before his own tiredness dragged him to his own corner of oblivion.
Nathan felt like he’d slept for…well, at least 8 hours. No alarm went off, but it looked like no-one had bothered to draw the curtain on the window so the sunlight streaming in acted in the same capacity as a bucket of cold water or a crying baby. Nathan groaned and turned over. He wasn’t actually tired any more; a proper good night’s rest had done absolutely miraculous things for him in that respect, shedding many of the tensions of the previous weeks from his system. Or at least, burying them for a while.
Despite this, he still lacked the inclination to get up. He looked down and saw that he was still in his clothes, lying on top of his duvet. He hadn’t taken off his shoes or anything. He looked across and saw that Lance was still asleep, or really good at pretending to be. He yawned and looked out of the window. The rosy fingers of dawn were stretching out to smother the landscape in an oppressive glow. He picked the time at between 5 and 6 am. A time he also liked to refer to as ‘Too Early’.
Still, no way was he going to get any sleep now. He took Lance’s earlier offer and made his way into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and everything he’d need from the cupboard before undressing. He realised that while his clothes were in bad nick, his shoes smelled awful. Don’t sleep in your shoes, kids. Bad plan. He ran back to the window and tied them by their laces to the strut on the windowsill, so they hung down outside, to air and not stink up the room. That done, he returned to the bathroom, discarded his clothes and settled in for a bath.
Nathan emerged at precisely 6.02 (though he had no idea of the actual time) feeling clean and refreshed. He looked around to see where Lance was at.
Lance wasn’t sure how long he had been sleeping. He had purposely not set his alarm clock to sound the next morning, since it was not a school day anyway. Unfortunately, he forgot to pull the curtain on the window and bright cheery sunlight was illuminating the room.
He reflexively turned towards the wall in an effort to shield his eyes from the intruding sunlight in the hopes of not losing his precious space in dreamland. But sadly, to no avail. The window must have been designed to make the most of the morning sun and was allowing a lot of the intruding light into the room. The positioning of his bed did not help either, being situated close to the offending window.
Massaging his bleary eyes into wakefulness, Lance spied the bed across his. The bed showed signs of having been slept in and the events from last night crept into his consciousness. He was no longer alone in the room. Nathan, his new roommate had moved in last night and the sound of water coming from the bathroom confirmed everything for him.
Lance pulled the curtains on the window, until the illumination in the room no longer hurt his eyes.
Glancing towards the alarm clock atop the bedside table, the little monster displayed 6:00 AM in bright irritating red. Still too early... He yawned.
Lance sat back on his bed, in a half-daze trying to decide whether to return back to dreamland or start preparing for the remainder of the day. Just then, the sound of flowing water stopped and the door to the bathroom clicked open, drawing his attention.
Nathan stretched by way of a response and grinned, his hair was warm and fuzzy, sticking up all over the place, but he felt awake, refreshed and cleansed. Today was starting well. He’d have to try and keep this up. Crash hard, wake-up early and have a nice long bath. That’s definitely the way to do it, he mused. “Like a log. Wrapped in pillows.” he smiled. “You?” he asked.
As Lance replied, Nathan walked over and sat down on his bed, pulling the duvet back to air the sheets before realising this was futile since his sheets hadn’t actually been slept on. He shrugged and did it anyway. Force of habit. “So I guess classes start soon?” he asked, looking now at the school kit spread all over the room. “I should probably buy some books and stuff” he said, realising he had nothing what he’d need for school.
“Is there a reading list or a class signup somewhere?” Nathan asked. “Sorry, I’m brand new. I arrived late last night, got a tour and a room. Kinda figured I’d pick up the rest as I went.” He explained sheepishly. “Sorry, I’m not sure if I asked you last night. If I did, I don’t remember doing it, and I certainly don’t remember your answer, but are you a mutant too?” he asked, realising that there was an important gap in his knowledge of his roommate.
>>> “Like a log. Wrapped in pillows.” he smiled. “You?”
”Hmmm... Yeah. I guess,” Lance answered.
As Nathan sat on his bed, Lance stood from his and headed towards the bathroom. A cold bath was needed to get his blood circulating.
>>> “So I guess classes start soon?”
Lance stopped midway between his bed and the bathroom, and tilted his head towards Nathan. ”Yeah. In a few days.”
>>> “I should probably buy some books and stuff.”
”Well, I can go with you, if you want.” Lance offered. His mind began recalling all the places he had gone to yesterday during his own shopping escapade.
Nathan asked if there was a class sign-up somewhere and that got Lance’s attention. ”Wait. You mean to tell me, you haven’t signed any school registration documents yet?”
>>> “ “Sorry, I’m not sure if I asked you last night. If I did, I don’t remember doing it, and I certainly don’t remember your answer, but are you a mutant too?”
Lance actually grinned at Nathan’s question. His roommate had been too tired last night to have bothered to ask him that information. ”No, you did not ask me if I was a mutant last night and yes, I am a mutant too.” he answered. ”And your power has something to do with metals, I take it? You mumbled something about not touching you with it.”
Just let me grab a quick shower then we can go down to the Greeter Office so that you can sign those school registration papers. Then if you're still up to it, we can buy you those school supplies.” Lance said as he headed for the bathroom to take that much delayed cold shower.