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.
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Mutants.
Rupert juggled both beers into the same hand, and reached up to massage her shoulders. He’d felt that shiver, against his skin.
“Not that I know of,” he answered. “Of course, you really don’t know, do you? An officer over in the Bronx went out on a robbery-in-progress at this little convenience store a few weeks back. Kid had a knife, and was being stupid: wouldn’t put it down, was waving it around, threatening to take the owner hostage. So the officer, he tries to take a shot before things get even worse. Next thing he knows, the side of the store he’s standing on? Gone. Just gone--boom. He’s still in the ICU. Kid looked human, right up until he pulled that. My FTO showed me the tapes.”
The kid couldn’t have been more than fifteen or sixteen. He’d looked just as surprised as everyone else—that’s the part that had really stood out, to Rupert. It was like he hadn’t known what he was, until that moment. If he hadn’t gotten dumb again when the backup arrived, they might have been able to take him in alive. Maybe get him some help, like this Church man was going on about.
“It’s a genetic disease, right?” He tucked his chin in against her shoulder. “They just need to come up with a pill, or something. Turn it off.”
Rupert’s hand moved a little lower. Pretty dark thoughts, for such a nice summer night. It seemed to him like the couple next door had a better idea.
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Such a nice night for this chat. She took a step towards him, a predatory smile on her lips: he stepped forward to meet her, a certain condescending grin on his own.
"Lori, darling. I wouldn't take you back, even if I was."
He found himself leaning in closer, nearly touching her now—like something was tugging at him, right from the heart.
That was too damn sentimental; that's how he knew it was just her mutant mojo acting up.
"What?" He said. "You've got some kind of attraction power? That's cute."
The light over their heads sparked and popped, throwing their section of the walk into cozy blackness.
Unbelievable. The blonde found herself rolling her eyes as she continued her stalk. "After all this time. you. think. I. want. you?" She spoke quietly and gently. It was a testament to how mad he could make her that she skipped the yelling phase and went straight to dangerous.
She did feel his pull, but it wasn't until the lightbulb popped that it clicked. She didn't do that. She felt the flare of electricity, but it wasn't her flare of electricity. It was his. He was like a light growing brighter and it made her mutation itch. And she did feel the pull.
"It's called magnetism and you've got a bad case of it." That was all she could get out before they were mashed together. Face to face. Chest to chest. Hip to hip. Once, she would have enjoyed the fact that he couldn't separate himself from her if he wanted to. Right now she just wanted him off and the pull was too strong between them for her to simply shove him off. She'd tried.
Option 1. Reverse polarity and they both get tossed back. Option 2. Drain that mother dry.
So she shifted her hands from pushing at his shoulders to sliding up on either side of his face. With the skin to skin contact, she started trying to drain the electricity out of him. The less electricity he had, the easier it would be to pull apart.
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Magnetism? Seriously? That's all she'd had? At least it wasn't dangerous; just annoying. She could say whatever she wanted, but it took two to magnetically stick together, and he was the one without any control, here. "Lori," he said, with the patience with which one would address a poodle puppy, "this is cute, but turn it off." It wasn't like he'd needed any reminders of how well their bodies fit together; he knew. Oh, he knew.
Her hands slid across his shoulders, up the sides of his neck, to his face. They were standing in their own private room of darkness, but this was still a public bridge. Not that it had ever stopped them before. "Lori—"
She was doing something. It didn't hurt; it just felt... like all the energy in his body, all that mattered, was gathering under those slim white fingers. He felt hot, dizzy, like he was falling—
He was.
Rupert phased straight through her: hands, clothes, body. He stumbled out the other side.
If the fronts of two magnets attract, then the backs...
That was the second time he'd called her cute and the second time she'd thought that he really knew nothing about her power. She closed her eyes and focused on what she was doing. His stubbly face scratched against the skin of her cheek when he said her name. In the dark. Pressed as close as they could be.
Wait... why would he have her power?
Something happened. She didn't feel so smooshed up against him anymore. In fact, she didn't feel him at all. One moment he was there, the next?
Lori felt like she'd been shot out of a slingshot. The force was behind her. She didn't have time to reverse her field, she just had time to put her hands up to try to lessen her impact with the guard rail and cling to it for dear, dear life.
There was a chain link fence meant to discourage jumpers but with that kind of velocity it might as well have been a paper banner waiting for the football heroes of the day to break through. The blonde looked down for one terrified moment. It would have a been a long fall that ended in water. Goosebumps marched up her arms and made her shiver. The metal under her arms was cold, but she wouldn't let go of it until she was certain he wasn't going to accidentally shove her over the edge.
Rupert had a natural talent for making her feel out of control.
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"Dad, this is embarrassing." And also chilly. Her words wafted up, frozen in the fall air. Her legs were even more frozen in shorts. At least he'd allowed her the jacket.
"Nobody comes close when I try to sell 'em. You're doing fine, babe. Just a couple left." He dug through the remainder of the purses in the back of his pickup. "Six, I think."
"Daaaad."
"Lori, we need the cash. You can make it go faster than either of us alone."
He swatted at her on her way back out to the street for muttering about him. Despite what he'd said, he wasn't spending the cash on her mom, she figured that out pretty quick. He was spending the cash on things to help him forget her mom. And maybe a payment on the trailer if he remembered. If it hadn't been for the trailer, she wouldn't be out here in the cold. He needed a place to stay now that he was on his own. He needed that trailer.
Out on the street, she caught a guy eyeballing the goosebumps on her upper thigh."Hey, you like it?" Lori moved her bag between his eyes and her butt. "You were admiring the bag, right?" Of course he was. He was a little ashamed to have been caught so he was eager to play along. "I know a guy who can get your girlfriend one cheap... or your wife." She amended when she saw his left hand.
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Once they were down to three, it started getting too dark and the clientele stopped being interested in what was actually for sale.
She slapped a guy who definitely was not there for the purses. Her dad ran to the rescue, only, he wasn't there to rescue Lori.
He slapped her so hard, she dropped her knock-off purse in the street. "Don't you dare hit a fine gentleman such as this." He fawned over the guy who made a show of maybe not even wanting to buy a purse anymore. Lori took her time retrieving the merchandise. She didn't want him to see the weakness in her eyes. In fact, by the time he barked his order of, "Apologize this instant!" She had her own anger in place to protect her.
She spit at them. Didn't matter who it hit so long as somebody got it.
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It was the usual evening sweep up. The official park curfew wasn’t until one in the morning, so he couldn’t kick anyone out… but he could shoo them along.
Unshaven guy in unwashed clothes? Not to call you a hobo, Sir… but don’t get too comfortable on that bench.
Guy in a feathered hat? Nice. Saw one just like it, in cell block five. Care to go see? No?
And what was that, across the way? A fine upstanding shop, by the looks of it. Had a truck back and a little blonde, and everything. He watched from across the street as a member of its clientele asked for a bit of customer service, and got a slap in return. Which brought over the manager, who drew back his fist…
The beat cop clenched his jaw, and pressed a button on his shoulder radio.
“Dispatch, Kelley here. I’ve got an assault in progress at 5th and 67th. Proceeding on foot.”
“Understood, Kelley. Brockwell’s in the area; I’ll send him your way.”
“Thanks, Dispatch.”
He looked both ways, then broke into a jog. About half-way across, the blonde started looking less like just another pretty face, and more like—
“Lori!” Screw the jog, and screw any cars. Rupert finished at a sprint, letting that momentum transfer cleanly into a tackle. The man went down, hitting the concrete harder than he’d dared to hit Lori.
Good.
“You have the right to remain silent—” Rupert started, trying to wrestle the man’s hands behind him.
She deserved it. But she didn't have to like it. Lori held her arms up so most of the hurt caught there after the initial blow. She learned to keep her hands up even after she got knocked down.
The customer skedaddled as soon as he saw the uniform. Mr. Faust, focused entirely on disciplining his daughter, noticed too late the police blue projectile that hit him. He struggled blindly like a cat in a sack, but ended up kissing pavement all the same.
Lights and a siren reminded them that backup neared.
Lori wiped her face clean of moisture and smoothed her hair. If she could make herself presentable then it was like nothing happened, right? A hand went to her cheek and her tongue felt out her lip. The bottom one was fat. By the coppery taste of it the lip was split, but that would go away a lot faster than a black eye. At least he hadn't hit her eye this time.
Inside ran a constant stream of 'Ohmigodohmigodohmigod' which made it hard to think of what she should do.
Her boyfriend was arresting her dad.
"I'm not pressing charges!" There. That had to count for something, right? It might count for more once she got to her feet so she tried for that.
"Damn right she's not pressing charges!" Was the first, but not the last thing Mr. Faust had to say about his rights in disciplining his daughter.
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The guy fought like the sack of crap he was. “Too used to hitting little girls, huh?” The Italian growled, finally getting one of the man’s wrists into handcuffs. He took an elbow to the gut in the process. If his knee happened to find the man’s kidney after that, well, it was all in the line of duty.
>> "I'm not pressing charges!"
She was trying to… to dust herself off. Finger-comb her hair. Lick the blood off her lip. Make it all better, for this piece of work.
“What the hell do you mean you’re not pressing charges? Who is this guy, Lori?”
He had a pretty good idea, from listening to the trash coming out of the heap’s mouth. But he wanted to hear her say it. Admit it. Deny it.
She froze, fingers half-way through a tangle. It felt like everything and everyone stopped to pay attention to what she said next. The blonde felt suddenly self-conscious.
Augh, why did it have to be Rupert? Rupert knew better than anyone when she was trying to charm her way out of something. She was left without weapon or defense.
"He's the only family I got left." She didn't look at them. Lori didn't want to remember her dad, crushed to the pavement. "He's my dad. Isn't that enough?"
Mr. Faust stayed very still, partly because he waited to see if her words would work on him, but mostly because the last time he wriggled his kidney got introduced to the concrete.
He called. She let it go to the answering machine.
He apologized. She had homework that needed doing.
He stopped by with flowers. Flowers were okay.
He got down on one knee.
Lori's "Absolutely not!" died down to a confused mutter when he opened the box and inside sat an key that looked like it had taken a trip through the garbage disposal.
She'd never seen anything more beautiful.
Not until they were walking through prospect park hand in hand and several small, white somethings gamboled around in a pen tended by an un-licensed vendor. (He couldn't arrest them all, could he?)
They hadn't been living together long, but Lori gave him please, please eyes and please, please lips. "Please?"
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He wore a Humane Society T-shirt, like that gave him license to set up anywhere. Eh. It was Rupert’s day off, and the only thing the guy was pushing was… poodles.
“They’re not purebreds,” he cheerfully informed another couple that had been lured in by the tumbling fluff balls. “They’re cockapoos.”
Cockapoos.
God. Who came up with these things?
One of the walking earmuffs walked and tripped and rolled and bounced their way. It was white and tan, with a pink tongue that couldn’t seem to stay in its head. It jumped up on the fence in front of him, its front paws and head fitting right through.
“Huh. So it is taller than my shoe,” he said.
“We call her Flipsy,” the man chipperly informed him.
Flipsy.
Rupert crouched down, and scratched its head. "You poor thing."
It was only a dollar to get the name tag inscribed. Rupert wasn't fond of the name Flipsy and that was precisely the reason why she had it permanently inscribed onto a hot pink name tag that was shaped like a bone. He arrested her father. She didn't have bail money. That meant he paid for every hot pink and rhinestone encrusted dog collar, leash and toy.
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Lori was thrown into the guardrail. Well la-de-da. Rupert? Rupert was thrown into oncoming traffic.
He hit the black Southbound Subaru, putting a dent in its hood and his shoulder, before bouncing over to the Northbound lane. The green Ford truck went right through him, literally. Something was still giving him a gentle nudge from behind; it was a damn good idea, at this point. He scrabbled forward until he was clinging to the rail on the other side of the road, staring down at his own long fall. The metal was cold, and soothingly sedentary under his clammy hands.
Gasp. Wheeze. Cough.
It took a minute to get enough breath, but he did what needed to be done: he filled his lungs as full as they went, and turned back around.
"What the hell, Lori?" He shouted, over the blaring horns. "You still can't control your power?"
Someone clearly hadn't been a busy girl, these last few years.
Casually, so casually, she glanced over her shoulder to watch the show. Rough and tumble, just like old times. Though whatever he did with the green truck was both new and definitely not her power. That jerk. Somehow, despite him being a jerk, Rupert had managed to do better than just her power. Was he trying to one up her?
"Screw you!" Was just about the most dignified answer she had for him and her anger gave her the courage to let go of the rail and stand back up on her own two heels. "You're not doing much better."
She had to shout to get her message heard over the squealing and crunching. The black car that had squealed to a stop (and that had rightfully bitten Rupert's shoulder) got bumped forward from a rear impact . The green one swerved to the side in an attempt not to run over through Rupert. It careened into the black car with a crumple.
To think. That could have been him.
The shouts of strangers chimed in next. Whose fault was whose. Was that guy okay? Did that lady push him? It was all just a bit much. She was fed up with it. This bridge was going to be a rail gun starting now. She wanted her own way.
She went back to the guard rail where she had been huddling, put her hands on it and poured power in. It went down the support beam like a straw and if Rupert had anything like her power, he would want to get his hands on some of that.
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>> "Screw you!"
Very mature, sweetheart.
Rupert filled his lungs again. "My ex is a crazy mutant bitch!" He shouted, over the horns and the confusion. "Everyone off the bridge, now! You can sort out the insurance information later!" Not that anyone listened; traffic kept backing up behind the accident. They needed to clear some cars out before anyone could move.
He didn't know what Lori was up to, but he didn't like it. Even across four lanes of traffic he could see that look on her face. The railing under his hands tingled like a bad decision just getting started.
Rupert grabbed hold of the new power building inside of him, and shoved it into the rail with everything he had; he only hoped it was enough to screw up whatever she had planned. Lori never could keep her act together without a man standing over her.
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He was working the seven to four shift. That meant he was just getting up, just starting his day, when Lori was getting home from school. There were things he could do, errands he could run, in the hours before he clocked back in.
Today, though, he was waiting.
He was waiting in the kitchen, where he always had something cooked and waiting when she got home. He liked to cook, and was getting better at it. Lori didn’t, and wasn’t. But she could clean. Seemed to have it down to an art, really.
His hand clenched into a fist under the table. He relaxed it, and went back to scooting the dog toy with his foot under the table. Flipsy—Lori had insisted they keep the name—growled, and backed up. The chair across from him clattered back a half-inch as her little rump hit it. He kicked the toy back to his other foot, and she ran off into the living room, barking bloody murder at it once she was safely around the corner. It was a chew toy, shaped like the element for hydrogen. Lori’s idea again, even though it was bigger than the puppy.
Lori just had to get her way all the damn time. At least it wasn’t pink.
The doorknob turned. Rupert was waiting.
“Where’d the cash in my drawer go, Lori?” He asked.