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.
Seeing her uncle so happy and so full of life made her remember her own father, not because they were similar. On the contrary. Her father was totally the opposite. He had no skill in the kitchen, and his smiles only existed to close millionaires contracts Celeste did not understand. She knew that apart of the family business was lawful, but her father agreed to do somethings not so legal. She imagined that these things had to do with drugs but never confirmed her suspicions. While there was money, it did not matter where it came from. These two persons were really opposed even when the same blood flowed into both. At some point they separated and one become a beast hungry for money, and the other a homely pet.
Watching carefully she followed her uncle as he added different ingredients mixed in his magic sauce for a while but then began her uncle began to make the homemade noodles... and although it was interesting to see how he could achieve something so exquisite from that initial disgusting mass without form, she decided it was best to leave him work in peace. Her mother almost finished, so she focused on her. The cake could have been a wedding cake, so high it was. It had three floors, one more small than the other. To her surprise her mother informed her that each floor was of a different flavor. Although the temptation was great, she chose not to steal a taste of the cake. At the moment it was enough for her to eat it with her eyes.
"Honey, can you help me set the table?" The sweet voice of her mother bring her bag from the psychic connection with the cake just when she decided she had to try it. Saved by the bell.
To her surprise, they were going to have lunch outside. On the beautiful grass and under the warm sun. She had expected to use the luxurious dining room on the first floor, but no, they would eat in the sun like animals. When she dreamed of dances and banquets in castles with princesses and knights for guests, she imagine all the action taking place in that dinning room. A beautiful crystal chandelier illuminated and hypnotized everyone who stand under it. The light produced by that modern apparatus was splendid, every ray of light bounced off on each crystals. The table just below the chandelier had nothing to envy, and not because on its surface would be serve the most exquisite food in the world, but because it was hand carved in cedar wood, hard as stone. And it would last many years more than the chandelier. There was no table more fine nor more durable. She remembered that the legs were carved with many twists and turns that almost looked like a maze. These curves were very steep but without taking away its beauty. As if that were not enough, the walls were covered with many pictures. Family treasures of an era in which each family members had the opportunity to hunt. She recognized some of them but not all the people in there. Ancestors of her family. A man with snow-white mustache and tired face, holding a rabbit by the ears. Surely the prey of the day. Another man posed with a very old rifle. Hunting was a usual activity in these pictures, but there where even more rare pictures that had passed from generation to generation. Such as a knight in armor, whom her uncles swore had fought alongside the three musketeers.
All the medieval fantasy faded away when the heat of the sun hit her face. She just came out of the house, and the sun received her with open arms. Hugging her tightly. Using too much force in her opinion. The heat was not excessive but it was not wise to stay there without any shade. Although she did not want move further, she forced herself to move toward the silhouette that she believed was her mother.
The sun was right in her eyes, making it almost impossible to see exactly who was standing in front of her. But accustomed as she was to not see her face, just by hearing her voice she knew immediately who she was. Her mother moved as she daydreamed.She held what appeared to be a long tube of plastic... and there was a large white canvas on the floor that looked suspiciously like a tent.. "Will you help me with the tent?" Her mother explained, her black eyes looked alternately at her daughter and the plastic tubes that were lying around. Not willing to do the work of mere employees, she replied to her mother. On a wicked sweet tone she knew her mother would not refuse. "Mom ... Why do not you ask the gardener or chauffeur to do it?" Her mother seemed to meditate a second on the thought, then her face grew sad, almost melancholy. She was remembering something. Finally she spoke, her voice was heavy with a little sadness. "As a child I used to go camping with my father... even when this is not a tent, I would like to put it together with my daughter." She mean Celeste. The girl looked at her again, trying to ask her not to, but she eventually did it. Kneeling beside her mother she began to look for the instructions. "Where is the manual?" Finally asked when she could not find them. "I do not know, but we can put it together well enough without then." It was clear why she had asked for help, she did not need help to set the table but to prepare everything else. And as she was too proud to read the manual. Sighing with fatigue, she began to read quickly. When she finished she began to give instructions to her mother. Not without some setbacks they managed to put the tent in place, unfortunately it was too small to cover the two plastic tables that remained standing in there, like solitary. towers. So they had to build another more tent.
The assembly process was not extremely difficult when they knew where the pieces were suppose to fit, first they had to find and arrange the different pieces. Then assemble a skeleton with all the parts, there was where the problems began, being plastic and not with a remarkable firmness, the legs bent in different directions making it difficult to keep it up. Once the skeleton was done, they needed to move to the long white fabric that was the skin of the tent. They started very well, but after a few seconds lost they teamwork and the tent fell. After several minutes of endless suffering the two tents were ready. Exactly over the two plastic tables. She could almost feel the pride that emanated from her mother as she watched her small piece of art. She felt it too.
At least they could choose one of many hand knitted tablecloth made by her aunt. She had a lovely collection. They were tablecloths of all colors, and with many different figures on it. Between the two chose one. Luckily each tablecloth had multiple copies in case of one of them lost its color, get burned or lost. Such had been the exact words of her aunt when she wondered why there were so many of the same. Although she did not understand how a tablecloth could be lost, perhaps dirty but not lost, and definitely she did not know how it could spontaneously caught on fire. After fitting the delicate tablecloths of the same color as her name, they get into the house again to find the dishes and glasses. Fortunately they found one kind they both liked, that Celeste thought was one of the most beautiful. They were of a sturdy crystal with a transparency difficult to achieve, and in all the dishes were many flowers forming a comfortable bed. The glasses that accompanied the dishes were tall and thin, highly stylized. Simple but beautiful.
Again there was another mini battle with her mother to see who would chose the cutlery, finally after a very close vote her mother give her the right to pick. Of course she wanted the beautiful carved knives and forks in silver. They also had small figures, but instead of the flowers that adorned the plates, the silverware had birds, perhaps swans. A beautiful little long-necked swan in the handle of each instrument. From afar, the makeshift outdoor dining area was almost as nice as the one inside, it was amazing what they could do a little shade, a nice tablecloth and some silver in it. Everything gleamed slightly with each change in light, as if to eclipse the power of the sun. In her next "loyal" dream she would certainly dream of that table, and not the classic heavy wooden table.
Upon entering the house again, she noticed that not only she was working. Of course she knew that her uncle had been making homemade spaghetti, and he already finished the sauce. But there where also her cousins who were obviously doing a much simpler task. At first Celeste watched at them horrified, clearly waiting to see how pieces of grass and bark fell from their hands. Until by chance she noticed, not without much surprise, that both had their hands clean of any contamination from outside. But their hands were not totally clean since now their hands were dirty fruits, but at least she would not have to worry about any germs that might have entered the juice. She needed to thank her aunt later for that little gift. Her cousins did not even look at her, as they were so focused on the task of squeezing. To help in this task, they were using an apparatus very archaic. The juicer seemed to be from another century, no moving parts, no cable connecting it to electricity and without an extra device to contain the liquid obtained. Still, her cousins were getting along extremely well with the juicers. It was as if their primitive minds understood to perfection how to use such utensil. One squeezed lemons, probably for a lemonade, while the other, the younger was responsible for the oranges.
With so much movement in the house, it was difficult to remain static for long. While they watched the action in the kitchen, they had to move several times because they always where on someone else path. It almost made her feel bad since she was not doing anything while her cousins where working so hard. As she watched her cousins she soon found she wanted to help too... until she realized she really wanted to beat someone. A voice in her head made sure to repeat strongly enough that she had already prepared the table. And, like a queen, it ordered her to rest and observe. Once the first feeling of being useless ended, she embrace her current state with joy.
Apparently while both were outside trying to shape the tent, another part of the family arrived. A young couple with an only daughter, Natalie. At the time that Celeste went into the kitchen, the girl of her age, was very focused on the task of grating cheese. She was doing it so gently and slowly that she was sure to not be able to put cheese on her portion of spaghetti. Probably she was afraid to cut herself... these old machines had a bad reputation to grate as much cheese as skin. At least for now the fight was 0 to 0, with no decline in either side. The grater was still intact, like Natalie´s fingers. Celeste could not blame her, of course not, she had been so scared of getting cut like poor Natalie was, but instead she would not show it so easily. Everyone was helping out at something, even Luciano had stopped playing to start running errands. At least he had been assigned a not dangerous task.
Just when Celeste was about to leave the kitchen unseen. She was hit by her cousin, who embrace her with a strong tackle. Her smile disappeared instantly. For Natalie, the time they spent apart was like a curse while for Celeste it was a sweet heavenly reward for the time they spent together in the last meeting. Celeste did not do anything good for her to think she was a friend. But it was partly her own fault, for always being so lovely and beautiful. It was obvious that she had to be the model for someone. So the queen stayed there, listening to the excited voice of her minion who were clamoring for a little of her attention. As with the two tents, she had no choice but to hear her.
The queen had fallen into her trap. Natalie probably spent months planning to meet her at Luciano´s birthday party. Celeste, instead had never suspected that she would meet with her, she had not even thought of that remote possibility, of course she knew she was part of the family, but sometimes she would disappear among all the other members of the family. That had been her big mistake, forgetting that her cousin was also Manfrella and would attend to the party. If she had known she would had prepared a couple of evasive maneuvers to escape her greedy grasp, but it was too late.
With all the delicacy of which she was able, mixed with all the fury of which she was able, Celeste escaped the embrace of her cousin with kindness and strength simultaneously. Her cousin looked at her for a moment trying to decide if her cousin was being rude or not, but just looking at her beautiful dress and her golden hair, she decided that Celeste had not been nothing but charming. "Natalie." She said while her cousin gave her one of those bows she adored. "Celeste." Said her cousin in response, clearly without the grace of her. She was almost to launch herself into Celeste´s arms when she heard her name pronounced with a small Italian accent. Accent her crazy cousin imagined because Celeste was even less Italian than her. Still, the young queen smiled thanking her devotion.
After the initial greeting, everything became a confusing whirlwind. Her cousin grabbed her hand and dragged her around the house, showing a strength that was not normal. They greeted their parents, the young couple that was walking in the garden admiring trees, shrubs and grass alike, as if they were works of art. And they almost did not notice the two damsels. And then they went to greet the parents of Luciano, who were already taking the large pan with spaghetti to the table. Her uncle had the pasta, while her aunt carried the sauce. The small Luciano also greeted her, but without moving his hands, which were engaged in the titanic task of carrying a heavy jar of orange juice. Soon they returned to the kitchen and helped bring together the rest of the things that were missing. More juice, cheese, more sauce.
With a final trip to the kitchen, the girls returned with the latest provisions. Paper napkins, salt, pepper, bread. It was really feast fit for a king... well, at least worthy of a feast fit for a Italian king. Since there was not much variety in the dishes, just a main course but not of less quality. Her uncle Maximilian that was serving, did the honors to his son Luciano, that was the guest of honor, then continued serving dishes to his right in a chain until everyone had their own. It seemed a simple task and unimportant but actually his uncle executed it with great mastery. He knew the exact amount to put in each dish, spaghetti, sauce and meat. He always estimated with much certainty who was the last destination of the dish, and therefore put enough food their taste.
At the same time, her aunt served drinks. Also respecting the preferences of each guest. Neither had to ask, since they knew exactly what they wanted. If the task had fallen in Celeste, she had not even known what would her mother like to drink, but unlike her that was selfish, her uncles lived to please others. They had an impressive ability to remember things, and they always paid attention to everything, because every little piece of information could be used to become better hosts.
After all the preparations and ceremonies, each role changed and each person become simple diners to the king's table, Luciano. The talk was swift, and while the palate was delighted with the taste of food, their ears enjoyed the different voices and memories. There was something almost magical in the air, the very momenta conversation ended, new one took its place instantly, all they had to do was to look in another direction to find another family member willing to talk. So the lunch ended up in the blink of an eye.
After lunch came the dessert, and after the delicate dessert the talk continued. Celeste was horrified by the time everyone finished eating, fearing to have to help wash all the dishes that had been used, so she wanted to keep chatting so as to have an excuse to stay. Every time the silence was extended for more than five seconds, she was the one who broke it ready to start another conversation. But fast and silently two women, employee of her aunt, took care of the dishes one by one and in a creepy silence. The cups, plates and forks and knives made no sound whatsoever in their hands so their work went almost unnoticed until someone looked to where it should be his plate, and found nothing.
By the time the talks finally died and they all left the table, the dishes were as clean as before they use them, maybe even cleaner. Freed from the drudgery and monotonous task of washing dishes, the male children ran to the trees again, Luciano to his trains and Celeste left alone with her cousin Natalie.
Fortunately for Celeste, her mother intervened at the right moment to save her from an evening alone with her cousin. With great devotion she informed that they would take tea in the winter garden, a modest but refined place in the house reserved just for special occasions. When the three went to the garden surrounded by glass, they found her two aunts, Luciano's mother and the mother of Natalie. Although all women in the house were present, they were extremely few. Only five. Not counting the two employees who came and went fetching and carrying things. Soon the table was packed with different cakes. Chocolate with chocolate, chocolate with cream, lemon pie and even more flan. At the heart of the beautiful decor, the forest of cake, was a pot of white porcelain with designs in blue. One by one the small cups were filled with the drink. A small wisp of smoke ascended from their surfaces to warn the unwary of their extremely hot contents. The evening promised to be charming now.
The long talk with her was useful after all, just when she had thought that everything they spoken was unsuccessful, she found where to use that worldly knowledge. With the knowledge that her mother had given her, Celeste was positioning herself among the top spies. Her mother, quiet but shrewd, smiled every time Celeste told something she had said. Clearly proud of her daughter. Her aunt also had gossip to share, but none were as good or as accurate as these that Celeste had borrowed.
Thankfully Natalie's mother was unwilling to let the girl beat her, and began to tell stories of her family. Stories that any other person would have preferred to hide but as long as she get a little attention she was willing to tell. Her daughter seemed mesmerized by the voice of her mother, and did not utter a single word. Although her words were not needed since her face was like an open book showing every feeling she had. Some gossip horrified Natalie, while others made her laugh. Usually she did not like the stories about her immediate family, but when things were from a distant cousin, the girl smiled foolishly.
Celeste used each time that she was not talking to try a slice of cake, so by the time Natalie's mother started to gossip, she had already tried all the cakes, and had repeated the flan twice.
The talk she thought that was entirely empty of useful knowledge anywhere in the world, had been extremely interesting. Not so much the gossip itself, but because of the opportunity to be with her aunts, her cousin and even her mother. The five gathered in that small place were a pretty strange, yet very adorable group. Two mothers with their daughters, and a third mother very proud of her son. And although none stopped talking about their accomplishments, in the end they managed to establish the relationship a little deeper, product of hours of conversation. Laughing and gossiping, they left the winter garden without worrying about cleaning. They all went in different directions. Worrying about different things.
Too late, the house came alive again with the arrival of the first guests. A pretty young couple who came with their two children. These of course had the same age of Luciano. Although Celeste had never seen them, and even when she was sure she would not find a good reason to know them. She introduced herself nicely and kept all the customs and nice words to tell the guests. She even pretended to be interested in their lives. By the time she finished, other couples had arrived. And the garden was packed with children tall and short, fat and thin. She suspected that they were all schoolmates of Luciano. The small hermit surprise Celeste this time. He was not in his cave playing with his trains, but running across the yard chasing his friends. Maybe he was not as antisocial as she thought. It seemed that that was his natural state. It was so different from how he had been with the trains. Calm, quiet. Immersed in his own world. Now, however, he was part of the normal world, he ran and played with his friends. Strange.
Seek and hide, and other outdoors activities. Celeste could not believe it. But even so her eyes deceive her, Luciano was really enjoying his birthday. So instead of asking what happened, she simply smiled and took pictures. Otherwise nobody would believe about that miracle. Still in shock, she managed to enter into conversations with the guests, performing and executing a well-practiced reverence that had become her trademark. All, without exception, praised her beautiful eyes and hair. As well as her many skills, which she did not hesitate to brag about. For when she could sit down to rest, exhausted, her aunt called them all to cut the cake and sing for him. So tired but hungry, she headed to the table. Everyone sang to her cousin. Adults and children. And everyone, without exception, proved a slice of the cake that was excellent. Her hopes of bringing some cake to America disappeared immediately because the cake was just enough for each guess to take a second serving. Although defeated, she had to admit it had been a great family reunion. An excellent birthday. The only thing that bothered her more than the return trip by plane, was the fact that she would never know that Luciano wished.