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.
>>“Listen, Maya, because I’m going to say this once. I was not doing drugs. And we are not talking about this. Okay?”
Rupert called her Maya. Rupert did not want to talk about drugs. Rupert put a cup through the kitchen table. Rupert followed the cup.
Maya blinked. Maya stared. Maya fell back with the chair.
It was no wonder, really, she had been balancing on two legs for a while now. And seeing a father figure go through the looking glass could throw anyone off balance.
A human father figure.
In deadly silence, Maya got off the ground and stood, peering over the edge of the table as soon as her eyes came in level with it. Standing up, she looked down at Rupert; then, she walked over the table, poured herself a cup of liquor, knocked it back, then walked back to the table.
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It was like looking at a television screen. Or being in a movie theater, with the lights dimmed all around him. It was like those dreams where he was off somewhere at the side, watching the world go by. The brat peered down at him, her eyes owlishly large and innocent.
...It was like being on exhibit in a zoo. Sticky-handed brats, staring in at the grizzly bear, never thinking it could tear them to pieces if it got out.
Sticky-handed brats, disappearing to get into his liquor.
>>> "I. Did NOT. Do this."
“Sure you didn't. And I didn't take any drugs.” Truer words were never growled, but she didn't need to know that: he didn't know what had just happened, thank-you-very-much. It could have been her powers. It could have been. Didn't little freaks get power growths all the time?
“Are you going to help me out of here? Or--”
Rupert did the natural thing: he tried to grab Ms. Underage's cup right out of her hand.
It wasn't supposed to work.
He was a man in a mirror, with a cup of brandy in each hand. One of them was empty. He took a moment to fix that, before meeting her eyes.
“...Or are you going to bring that whole damn bottle in here.”
>>“Sure you didn't. And I didn't take any drugs. Are you going to help me out of here? Or-- ...Or are you going to bring that whole damn bottle in here.”
Maya was still trying to comprehend just what the hell was going on. Rupert was not supposed to be a mutant. Could it be that he had been playing her all this time? Nah, that would have been cruel, and besides, he hated mutants... didn't he? And what were the odds, her/him running into another mirrorwalker?... Somewhere in a remote corner of her foggy mind Maya silently thanked Someone Rup was not old enough to be her dad. Was he?
Grabbing the bottle, she rested her elbows on the table, looking down at him.
"So. Ya're a freakin' mirrorwalker. How did ya do that? Because it's either drugs, or we're friggin' related, I ain't sure which one sounds worse."
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“I’m your dad. Deal with it.”
Deadpan. Look.
Either that, or these damn drugs latched onto the first mutant power a guy came across. That had not been on the warning label. As powers went, though... mirror-walking. The ability to get in and out of someone’s house without breaking and entering, and scope it out without toeing the carpet first, too. That could be useful, in the line of certain hobbies.
The grin on Papa Rupert’s face was less than reassuring.
“Change of plans. I do feel like going out. You coming, kidd-o?” His sudden burst of goodwill was awfully suspicious, too.
Com’on, brat. Help Papa Rupert take his new mutant power for a test drive. Teach him all the tricks he’d need when you weren’t around. He’d put it to good use.
Of course he wasn't. Mirror mirrored the deadpan in the mirror.
Rupert did look older than his age, but even if her estimate was a few years off, Mom would still have been in a world of trouble for getting knocked up by a middle school student. Maybe that's why she never talked about it.
>>“Change of plans. I do feel like going out. You coming, kidd-o?”
"Out?" Maya blinked. No way in hell. "Sure."
Leaving the bottle behind (test walks in mirrors were best done - relatively - sober), she merged into the kitchen table's reflection.
This is not weird at all.
Because the table just felt too crowded all of a sudden - she was still not used to sharing reflective surfaces with others - Maya moved on to the window that turned into a mirror due to the dark outside.
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Through the looking glass, without any liquor. Kids just didn’t know how to travel in style.
“So how does this,” woah. “Work?”
He’d taken a step to follow. Now he was looking at a confused Flipsy from the inside of his own window. He didn’t know how he’d done that. It had just... worked.
“Trippy power you’ve got here, kid.” He was standing in his neighbor’s window, now. The old woman was watching TV, with a dog in her lap that Flipsy could have taken in a fight. “Can people see us?”
Yip-yip-yip!
“Mister Kelley? Is that you? What are you doing on the fire escape?”
That answered that. Rupert hurried on, following the mirror walker. By... mirror walking. So this was it? This was going to be his power from now on, every time he took the drug? That’s how it worked, wasn’t it?
He hadn’t grown a fish tail. He didn’t see dead people. He wasn’t a bone manipulator, a monster, or both.
He was a mirror walker.
Rupert trailed a bit behind, staring into the rectangles of people’s lives that were flashing by. Just a step, from world to world. This wasn’t even his building anymore, but he hadn’t even broken a sweat. He wasn’t even wheezing. A step with his good leg took him just as far as a step with his bad.
The ex-cop gave the kid one warning: a grin, flashed her way. “Hey. What happens if I don’t walk straight?”
>>“Trippy power you’ve got here, kid. Can people see us?”
Rupert was getting the hang of mirrorwalking. Well, more like, mirror-limping, in his case. Maya caught up in a few steps and a few windows.
"Yes, they can see us" she confirmed, dragging him out of the neighbor lady's sight "Geez Rup ya're such a perv."
He fell behind her as she walked around the block from window to window, allowing him time to get the hang of it. Whatever happened, whatever he took to suddenly have 'mutant powers' there must have been a reason for him to take Mirror's powers, and not any other random mutation. There had to be a reason.
>>“Hey. What happens if I don’t walk straight?”
Maya turned, and followed, slipping from mirror to mirror. She could walkas well as he could, and she was much more used to it.
"I kick ya're butt that's what" she smirked, as he walked into yet another reflecting surface. It was not too hard catching up to him... but Maya allowed him some hide-and-seek. Rup deserved some sense of achievement.
And of course, once she completely lost him, she only had to find the nearest looking glass that opened into a bar. Grinning, she slipped out of the broken mirror in the ladies' room, and walked off-mirrors to find her adoptive father figure sitting at a bar.
Two mirrorwalkers mirrorwalk into a bar, mere minutes away from the New Year's countdown.
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There was a mirror behind the bar’s stand of liquor, showing him a double vision of every thing in stock. With a bit of sleeve-cuff polishing, the counter would shine straight up, too. A woman was leaning on the bar a few seats away, checking her make up in a compact as her date talked with someone else. She noticed Rupert’s gaze, and gave a might be interested half-smile. He quirked an eyebrow in response, and turned to his drink before her date noticed. Not that he’d been looking at her, per se. She slipped the compact back into her purse.
Could he use something that small? God, that would be... convenient. He’d have to ask the kid. Whenever the kid caught up.
Ah, there she was.
Rupert slid a shot of scotch her way as she slipped over from the ladies’ room. Yeah. Some lady, that one. He glanced back to the woman down the bar, but she was eying up Maya and him like... well, like she was a scraggly teenage girl and he was a scruffy middle-age man. Rupert raised his glass in shameless salute, and turned back to the kid.
“Get a little lost in there?” He said. “I wasn’t too fast for you, was I?”
The grin made him look a lot younger.
On the TV above them, the countdown had begun. 60... 59... 58...
>>“Get a little lost in there? I wasn’t too fast for you, was I?”
Maya caught the scotch and knocked it back all in one smooth move, before she sat down onto a barstool between the woman with the doe eyes and Rupert.
"Nah, I was just letting the cripple win" she grinned at him "New Year's special."
Talking about New Year: some of the more enthusiastic guests of the bar were already counting down. Maya watched her glass filled again. Who the heck counts back from 56 anyway? 55... 54...
Sh*t.
She had done this a lot of times before. Leave before midnight, princess, shift where no one can see you, dress...
Double sh*t.
"I'll be right back" she smiled, leaving Rupert to flirt with Doe-eyes, wondering on her way to the bathroom if she could make it back to the apartment if she ran. Probably not.
Men's room for Maya. better the whistles on the way in than the screams on the way out.
Locking the door of the bathroom, she leaned back against the wall; the goosebumps were already starting.
I should have brought a change of clothes, she thought longing about the backpack she left at Rupert's. Not like she was dressed particularly in the feminine - T-shirt and cargo pants as usual - but still, Maya-to-gawain shifting tended to be... uncomfortable. Unhooking a bra under her shirt, Maya listened to the countdown.
Fifteen! Fourteen! Thirteen!
Another shiver ran down her spine, and her skin was starting to itch. Shifting awake was still not one of her most favorite things to do at night. She blamed it on the alcohol, for keeping her awake. That, and Rupert, of course.
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Just out of the bathroom, and already heading back. Heh. She took her shoots like a pro, but at the end of the night, little Maya was just a kid. He only had himself to blame; she was probably used to cheap beer. Quality just trickled right through her.
Thirty-two... thirty-one...
Rupert tipped his shot back, and clicked it on the counter. The woman down the bar was avoiding his eyes. A lesser man would have taken the hint.
He slid into the seat next to her. “My niece,” he said, nodding his head towards the bathroom. “Her boyfriend just broke up with her. Can’t have her out drinking alone, on a night like tonight.”
She played with the cherry in her own drink. Rum and coke, he thought. “That’s sweet of you.”
Twenty... nineteen...
“What about you? Are you here with anyone?” He aimed an ironic eyebrow raise at the man next to her, who was talking sports with another friend. A guy friend, to his minimal credit.
“Apparently not.” She slid the cherry between her lips: bit down, with even white teeth. Goosebumps raced up his arms.
“Well. There’s only one way to fix that,” he breathed. Tingles raced up his spine. His skin itched.
Ten... nine...
She took the stem back out, tied. “Better hurry.”
Things got a little distracting from there, but by one, the cherry pit was in Rupert’s mouth.
“Hey!” And someone finally noticed. Rupert gave the guy a cocky grin as his girl leaned into his shoulder, her fingers twining through his dark Italian curls.
A shout; a punch; at least a red face—that’s what Rupert expected back. What he got instead was his own grin, twisted back on him.
“God. Honey, if you’re going to do that, you’ve got to warn me first.” The guy was pawing his pockets. The camera phone was out before Rupert could switch to a scowl.
The woman’s hands paused on his chest as the shutter played its click-tone. She didn’t even seem to notice. Her hand... gave a squeeze. “What...?”
Rupert froze.
“Now that is going on Facebook. Larry, check this out!”
He knew that feeling. That extra padding. That... squish.
The scream could be heard all the way in the bathroom. It was the other woman’s: he she swore.
The scream was piercing even through the locked door. Gawain stuffed the bra into one of his pockets before running a hand through his hair and kicking the door open. Why would anything ever, ever go right...
"Rupert!" he growled, marching back into the bar through a crowd of people noisly celebrating the new year along with throwing glances towards the bar, their attention divided. He couldn't quite see his messed-up father figure yet, but he could very well imagine what was going on, with Doe-eyes screaming that loud.
"Rup, it's time to go home now, and how many times do I gotta tell ya not to graboooooooooh WHADDA F****?!?!"
Rupert. Was a woman. Gawain's jaw hit the floor.
There was no mistaking it. Ssshhheeee wore Rup's clothes, Rup's features, and definitely Rup's frown. Also, there was Doe-eyes clinging to her, and a bunch of half-drunk guys staring. Gawain's brain ticked like a clock winding down.
The first sound he managed to make was a small choking sound, signifying disblief mixed with amusement. Then, a snort. Then, a gasp, and half a chuckle, and the rest came pouring out until Gawain was laughing.
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Gawain and Maya Morris. Age eighteen. Mirror-walker. Gender shifter.
December 1, 1993 – January 1, 2011.
He’d She’d be sure to write something nice on the little freak’s grave. Something about how much her mother loved her.
“What did you do to—?” Rupert slapped a hand over her mouth, as his usual gruff growl came out a hiss. No, not just a hiss: a—“Oh god.”—a sultry hiss. “Oh god, oh god.”
He didn’t even have the luxury of being unfamiliar with this... predicament. Except this time, it wasn’t someone else’s body. He wasn’t going to wake up, and everything was going to be okay. He couldn’t drown someone else’s liver until the problem fixed itself, and call it all a bad dream.
This body was wearing his clothes. It was holding the woman he’d just kissed.
Rupert shoved her away, and stumbled backwards. His Her bad leg nearly caved. He She coughed, and spit out the cherry pit onto the ground.
“Oh god, not again.” Fierce hazel eyes found their target. An unsteady stride brought her in range. The fist that balled itself into the collar of Gawain’s shirt was anything but unsteady. Rupert dragged the laughing brat over.
They were the same height. Since when were they the—?
Gawain gasped for air, trying to regain control over the situation, and over the laughing fit that felt too strong to stop, and kept bubbling over. The scared girly face She had only made it worse.
>>“Oh god, not again.”
Wait, again?! Had Daddy Rupert been Mommy Rupert before? Gawain stopped laughing, surprised, then snorted again when Rup... etta?... spat out the cherry stone.
The chuckle was cut short when strong feminine hands grabbed onto the front of his shirt.
>>“Fix me. Now.”
She hissed. She. Hissed.
Gawain glanced over her shoulder at Doe-eyes and her friends. Some of them were grinning like fools, others looked confused. Or drunk.
"Ya've been a woman for one minute, and ya're already a lesbian" Gawain grinned at Rupetta "I'm so proud of you."
Grabbing his brand new wicked (murderous?) stepmother around the waist, he pulled her towards the door. Away from the cheerful new year crowd. Hopefully.
"There ain't nothin' to fix" he smirked "It's called gender shifting."
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“There is,”
There was a heel on top of his foot, grinding down. Hard.
“something,”
She jerked her arm out of his grip, and jabbed it into his side. Having trouble catching your breath after all that laughing, sweet heart? How about now?
“to be,”
She spun him around, so they were facing each other squarely. Eye to eye. Which was exactly the point.
“fixed.”
Her hand had drawn back for a slap. Rupert stopped herself before she let it loose. She stared at her own hand, like she wasn’t quite sure whose it was, or where it had come from.
With a great force of will, she lowered it.
She’d picked up a few tricks, during her stay in Lee Brook’s body. Most of them concerned cat fighting.
Gawain finally caught his breath (after being elbowed in the ribs) and looked Rupetta in the eye. She looked pissed (that was kind of obvious) but also at leats as confused as he was. And much less amused. The young knight sighed.
"Let's get outta here before more picturss make the web, shall we?" he muttered, pulling her the rest of the wíy out of the crowd. They only stopped outside the building.
"So... ya've got my powers." he sighed, eyeing Rupetta up and down. Yup, definitely feminine. "Sorry to say that, they cannot be fixed. Ya'll change back at midnight to... day."