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.
He felt his heart skip. She was asking his permission, at least, but it seemed to Nate that she had the power to do it with or without his consent. At least she was being polite, and she assured him his privacy toward the authorities. Still, that would not stop someone from actually going to the authorities anyway. Why would she ask for permission at that point, then?
"To start fresh? Pretty easy... to do it right? Harder than you'd think." He was at a disadvantage, so he had to find a compromise. Their walk down the sidewalk passed by a cafe with tables outside. No one was sitting there at the moment, so he walked to a table. A serious discussion should not take place strolling down the side of the road.
He sighed, resigning. "Pick up what you want or what you can, but I want your word that this transaction is never shared. And I want to know how you 'pick up' these memories. I'm not going to feel uncomfortable with however it happens, but I want to better understand what's happening to me. Fair?"
His answer was cryptic and not at all helpful. By his account, it was easy to start over, but hard to do it right. That sounded like just about anything in life. "I mean, specifically. If you know people and have family. Do you just... not anymore?" This was only important because... Well, what if she wanted to get back to her start? She'd started over so many times there was no telling how far she'd gone from the original. For now, the swords and the security job were enough. Would it always?
Nate took a chair and Noel hesitated. No one seemed to be using it... eventually she caved and listened carefully to his terms. "That sounds fair."
She tried to address all of his concerns. At least he was open to the idea. "I can't share anything I see except through normal means. Without proof, who would believe me?" She combed her fingers through her hair and then pushed it back behind her shoulders so that she could focus on the negotiation at hand. This was a conversation that required serious eye contact.
"As far as I know, I can pick up anything." She let that sink in for a second because there was a lot of gravity to that word, anything. "It would be better if you tried to give me some parameters for me to try to stay in. It won't inconvenience you at all, but it'd be easier if I could have your hand. You won't see anything, you shouldn't even know it happened except the obvious hand stuff." Should she tell him that she was going to lick his fingers? Eh. She would put that information off for as long as she could.
"I'll let you know what I see?" That hardly seemed fair compensation.
She was looking for a better answer, it would seem. "I'm not the best person to go to for that. I grew up an orphan, and I was never very social back then, so I barely had any ties to cut. Hell, my memories of my childhood are barely there anymore." There were only a few memories of his mother that even remained. She was certainly curious about starting over. Maybe she had her own issues or her own past. She did mention being a "former" FBI agent, which was suspect.
He shrugged at her request; curiosity was a tough trait to fight. He held his hand out to her, palm up. "You can go after what you want to know. Maybe why I left? What I walked away from? I'm an open book for you, apparently. Yes though... let me know what comes up." It was best for him to have an idea of what memories came up in her search.
She took his hand and felt the weight of responsibility. So far, people seemed to trust her with their memories. The fact that Nate was now... he couldn't be a bad guy.
"I'm going to put your fingers in my mouth so if you've gone and put them somewhere that I don't want to taste, now's the time to confess."
No? Well then she singled out his index finger and brought it up to press against her tongue. Her mouth closed around it, more so she wouldn't be sitting there looking like a doofus than for any other reason. The name was the thing that most interested her.
The girl wrapped tape around the bridge of his glasses until the eyes quit folding in toward each other. It wasn't a perfect solution, but smallish hands accepted the glasses and put them back on.
"Are you even listening to me, Steven? You need to—"
It was like a bell sounded in her head. Steven. That was his real name before he'd run away. She pulled his finer out from between her lips slowly, distracted by the memories.
The brunette's eyes remained open, if glazed. The next scene was him packing. He packed light. Lived on the streets. He had found trouble and when he accumulated too much, he started again. Steven shed names like a duck shed water. Until this one.
"So there's a girl." She had to blink to get out of the memory. Watching that just seemed rude. Noel closed her eyes and touched her forehead. Her pupils seized back and forth behind her eyelids and Noel had to let his hand go altogether.
"Steven Graves. Orphan..." She cringed at her own clinical tone. That was his mom she'd dismissed with one word. "Sorry. You've had a lot of other names too, but this time there's a girl." She opened her eyes and let the world calm as she inspected a crumb on the table top. "Starting over seems lonely." That wasn't a part that she had expected to see.
He kept a brave face because he specifically told her she could do whatever was required to read his memories, but she successfully caught Nate off guard. With this lovely girl licking his finger, all he could think about was how extremely unerotic the whole affair was. The moment was shorter than it felt and he was able to take back his finger, which he subtly wiped clean of saliva on his jeans. Mutation is a weird process.
On the topic of weird, it was out of place to hear his real name out loud. Stephen Graves... yeah, I remember that guy! She read him well; no parents, lots of names, lots of running, and she even found Quin.
>>"Starting over seems lonely."
Her words left him feeling a sadness he was not expecting. His life had always just been his own, so he never devoted much time to analyzing it, but to hear another person point it out made the loneliness real. He smiled a sorrowful smile. "Yeah, maybe it is. But right now, it doesn't feel lonely. Her name is Quin. It's too early to tell, but she makes me happy." Maybe it was the knowledge that she already scanned his head, but he just wanted to get everything out of his head and just out there. "I'm not sure if I'm done starting over, but this is nice."
He reflected quietly for a moment before choosing to ask the question he had on his mind. "So while you were rifling through memories, did you come across the things I did after starting over?" It was almost a given, but he wanted to know for sure that she came across his profession.
"I mostly kept to an overview… Uh. Just a second." Noel rolled her lips together and tried to think past the memory of a red head that was conjured by his saying her name.
What had Steven done? At first, he'd just been a runner but he did get in on the racket. And pulled the wool over plenty of eyes. Noel opened her mouth to ask how all that gambling stuff worked and froze as she was hit with a memory of someone watching a TV show on the subject. That looked like Aedus' apartment.
A slow spreading headache formed like an egg had been cracked into her brain and was now painfully seeping between all the cracks.
She had to blink a couple times to come out of an ancient memory of Sebastian suggesting reforms to the rules of baccarat. She was getting stuck on a tangent. "But you don't do that kind of stuff anymore, right? You're, like, reformed?" Also, could they really make that much money? Steven remembered it that way, for sure. Suddenly, the pile of cash between her mattresses seemed small.
Then she was stuck watching various memories of cash transactions. Some nefarious, some non. Her head was starting to feel really full.
She certainly seemed to get the general picture. She seemed uncomfortable, but he was not offended; he had no right to be bothered if his past as a criminal upset her.
Reformed... now that was a good question. Was he reformed? He had been tossing around the idea of leaving that life behind more and more often. Could habits almost half a life old simply be dropped because of a pretty face and a sense of belonging?
One could hope. And for the moment, Nate did. "I'm trying to stay on the up-and-up. It's not easy sometimes, but for now, I'm banking on the hope that I found something that will make me happy without all that stuff."
Now that his secret was out in the open, the fear did return that she could change her mind and bring far too much information to light with the officials. He was never a violent criminal, so if she did that, he would have little recourse. He was not able to study her up, so there was virtually no potential for blackmail. No, if she changed her mind, that would be it for him; he would probably never be able to come back to the states again. "How do you feel knowing my truth? The things I've run from? What I did along the way?"
"Honestly, my head kinda hurts." And his mention of banking did nothing to slow the many, many cash transactions she was remembering. She shook her head and her pupils shook even harder, but it did clear the images and she was able to focus back on her crumb on the table. Stay in the here and now.
"I'm glad you're trying to stay honest." She addressed the crumb with all seriousness. "I'd... well, I dunno what I'd do. But I would feel bad if you were still running that game and I knew and I just didn't do anything, you know?" Well, he probably didn't.
"And it's weird. Doing this kind of thing. I mean, I know you now. Like we've been childhood friends all this time." Only there was one side missing from that story, hers.
She had a good sense of morality, which made Nate feel bad about burdening her with his past, not to mention the guilt of giving her a headache. "I'm not sure if you noticed, but the redhead? She's a cop. So I have plenty of motivation to stay on the straight and narrow."
She shook her head to fight the headache, and he furrowed his brow. "Anything I can do to help?"
He could not imagine what it was like to have a stranger one minute become someone you share a close connection with the next. "Well, as you may have noticed, I don't really have childhood friends, so this is weird enough for me too," he joked. "If anything, now I feel silly for not knowing you at all. What is there to Noel that I could know that wouldn't involve me licking your fingers?" he asked teasingly, but sincerely curious about the answer.
Motivation and intentions were never quite the same thing as reality, but he did have a point. The cute little cop would keep his nose clean. Or she'd shoot him. Noel was okay with that.
She shook her head and kept her eyes firmly on the crumb. "I don't think you can do anything. Just, let's not lick anything else for a while."
And she had to smile at his joke. "That's okay. I don't really know me either. The good always comes with the bad, you know. I do a lot of forgetting and that means a lot of starting over. That's why I wanted to know about that kind of thing. In case I wanted to trace one of those starts backward to see where I came from?" Seemed a little lame when she said it out loud.
>> "Just, let's not lick anything else for a while."
Nate covered his mouth with his hand to stifled a laugh. "I'm sorry, but I think I can honestly say that is the first time that was something I honestly had to worry about." How often was the key to fixing a solution "don't lick anything."
So her power had a drawback, which seemed something to do with amnesia. "I don't blame you. It must be tough just having parts of your life missing." There was a difference between running from your past and losing it, and Nate did not envy Noel's fate.
Nate pulled a small notebook and pencil out of his pocket and scribbled down his number. He tore the page out and passed it across the table. "If there's ever something I could do to help you piece things together, call. I don't plan on starting over any time soon, and you are the closest thing I have to an old friend." That comment was equal parts silly and sad.
She dared flick her eyes up from the crumb to look at Steven's. "You obviously have never had your tongue stuck to a frozen metal pole." Having said her piece, she went back to crumb gazing. "Neither have I that I know of, but I totally saw it on TV." She did. On a commercial for a 24 hour marathon of the SAME MOVIE. Who watched the same movie for a whole day?
"Well I don't blame me either. It's not something that is going to change. I used to have tattoos to keep me straight. That's how we knew my name was Noel, but they're gone now." She shoved up her left sleeve and showed him... skin. There wasn't a scar or any evidence of a tattoo there at all. Not sure how that happened exactly... but someone else remembered seeing them so I know it existed." Before she had wiped someone's memory and ended up becoming Sebastian's apprentice. Aedus also remembered her having a facial scar. Noel touched her cheek and it was also smooth. It was so weird that some things were actually erased from who she had been before.
And now Steven was passing his number across the table and offering to help her. "Steven, you just let me dig through your brain. For fun. If anything, I owe you, not the other way around." All the same she slid his paper closer and inspected the digits. It looked legit. "Quin won't kill me, right? If we're friends?"
Tattoos that just vanished? The idea sounded unnatural, but in this new world he had stumbled into, Nate was starting to understand that the real world had an equivalent to "a wizard did it," and it was "a mutant did it." "That is bizarre. If the tattoos are gone, why don't you keep a small notebook of important things or something like that?" Some memories, Nate could see sacrificing, but some were worth protecting.
"Not to beat a dead horse, but you're keeping a secret for me now, and for that, I'm thankful. And as for Quin," it was actually a good question. Quin had yet to show serious signs of jealousy, but he could not rule out that she might given the right situation. Still, most of his friends in New York were women, so it was something the redhead would have to handle. "You don't need to worry about her. She is not the type to tell me I can't be friends with someone."
"Notes are great and all, but they have a tendency to get lost." Also, she remembered a time when she could not read. Months and months of faking her way through things had culminated in her getting found out and being embarrassed. But it had also resulted in her re-learning. Tattoos that were words had that same drawback. That was why she didn't feel guilty about sitting on that little nugget of information.
"The control of information was my job before. I wouldn't worry about me spilling your beans." She was a good secret keeper because when she took the information out of someone else's head, it flew right out of hers as well. She couldn't possibly tell a secret that she didn't know.
Noel tapped at her pants pockets until she came up with her phone. It was a cheapy pay-as-you-go, but it did have a camera at least. "Say cheese." She tried to snap the photo before he ever got that far. Candid shots were the best, after all. She fiddled with the buttons until she got his name and number in there and then she offered him the phone so he could inspect what was up on the screen.
There was a photo about the size of a postage stamp where Steven was clearly not prepared. His information followed.
Steven "Call him Nate" Graves 555-555-5555 Other: You are friends. He let you see his memories. Be nice.
How was that for taking notes?
"My number is in there somewhere. I'm not sure what it is." But surely he could fish it out if he wanted to.
Every now and then, it slipped Nate's mind that people trade numbers by inputting them in phones. Where did the love of classicism go?
For that matter, where did proper warning go? He could hear a shutter go off before he even processed that she was taking his picture. He was probably looking off to the side somewhere like a space shot. "If you just send a message to my phone, then I'll get the number, so there's no worries."
Nate pulled his phone just out of the pocket to check the screen for any new messages he might have ignored when he caught a glimpse of the time. "Oh, I've been keeping you for quite a while now. I'm sure you have better places t'be than sitting here chatting with me."