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 was probably best that Stephen held back and kept himself from teasing Noel too much, which would have been much easier if Noel was not so darn fun to poke fun at.
It had been a while since Noel summoned him for advice about the boy she was kissing and the teacher she was also kissing and living with, and while he was sure some things had changed, she was still living with Sebastian, and to Stephen, that gave him the right to tease her. He took a bite of his gelato, nodding sagely. "Right... kissing and swordplay together must be pretty dangerous... Clearly your focus is on sword training these days."
Stephen put his cup on the table and crossed his arms, looking Noel over with a grin. "I'm sure these days you and Sebastian just save the kissing as extra credit." Oh yes, she was going to take that comment so well.
In hindsight, Stephen remembered Noel constantly carrying a sword. Maybe it would be best to tone his jest down a bit more. Hastily, he added, "But yeah, sword lessons going well, really good to know!"
"Just to show you how grown up I am, I'm not even going to dignify your death-wish with a lethal response." So instead of beating him to a pulp for his teasing, Noel flicked her gelato trash at Stephen with her spoon.
Sticky sugar bomb! Away! Of course, now she was out of ammo...
"Seriously? That was a one time deal to make the learning curve less steep. Everything since has been blood, sweat and tears." And there was so much more to learn. So much more. Kissing Sebastian had been like kissing an iceberg. You know... so much more underneath?
"Besides, the point of my love life is that there isn't one. I want a life, not a liability so let's go back to our anti-love party. Don' need no man! Don' need no lady! Suck it, love!" That was by far, the best inspirational speech Noel had given all year.
By launching some of her gelato at him. He did his best to defend himself, but the globule passed his outstretched hand and splattered his glasses and eyebrow. She did have pretty solid aim for a pain in the butt.
Nate took off his glasses and grabbed a nearby napkin to clean some of the excess sticky slush from the lenses. "Yeah, you're right. Love can go find a fire to jump into!" It was a day for independence and single-appreciation!
Still... she left such a gaping opening for his mockery to drive a truck through. It was too good to resist. "Besides, if blood, sweat, and tears are involved, I'm not sure kissing's the right thing for you, hun." Bazinga!
"Yeah!" Stephen was remarkably non-retaliatory. Noel had feared for her hair with all this sticky, sugary goodness around. Apparently he remembered who started it and who had totally deserved it. "Love can go find a cliff to fall off of after that!"
Or maybe Stephen just remembered that words could hurt more than ice cold deliciousness. Noel grabbed her shirt over her heart as if she were wounded. Clearly he didn't know what went on when she trained if he thought kisses couldn't had an edge of any/all of those things.
"Oh, as if you would know what the ingredients are for the perfect kiss." The saucy lilt to her eyebrows backed her up. He had only been smooching one person for a while now and look how far that had gotten him? Best not to bring up that point for a few years.
Oh, so Noel was going to call him out after he had done the same to her? That was probably not the wisest choice for a woman who was asking his advice about this very subject months earlier. He may have been in a committed relationship for a year, but he had plenty of practice in that year-- more than enough to keep old talents fresh.
Nate cocked an eyebrow at his accuser. "Know the ingredients?" The man leaned in, propping himself up on the table with his forearm. "Sweetheart, I spent most of my life as a con, and businesses were not the only things I charmed my way into."
It was hard to suppress the grin of victory. "I don't just know the ingredients-- I wrote the recipe."
Now more relaxed and flowing with confidence, Nate leaned back in his seat. "Oh, and," hoping to catch her off guard after his boast, he flicked a return volley of gelato at her, "I owed you that."
She realized her mistake the instant his eyebrow went up that far. Stephen wasn't attached anymore. Not to the pursuit of a con and certainly not to any woman. He planted himself a few scant inches away just to prove how charming he could really be.
That made Noel more nervous than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
"I know exactly where those lips have been." And admitting as much made Noel's skin prickle in a flush. She lowered her eyes tot he table because looking Stephen in the eyes would be too intimate. He might just catch a glimpse of whatever was inside of her that made her tick. And kissing Stephen would be like kissing a brother. Icky in the extreme. "You don't gotta threaten me with 'em." Icky, icky, icky.
Slop. The memorymancer jumped at the sudden cold and wet interruption into her mental protestations. She had gelato. On her cheek and across the bridge of her nose. She opened her mouth but all that came out was: "!!!"
Oh it was on.
She wiped the mess off with her fingers and then shook them out toward Stephen with a quick flick. The rest of her gelato was forfeit. Noel turned the cup over and attempted to mush the entire thing right into Stephen's hairline.
It was probably best that Noel declined Nate's taunt. If challenged to do so, Nate probably would have gone through with it out of pride, but it would probably be the closest the siblingless Nate would come to feeling like he was kissing a sister. Heck, even if it was a great kiss, he would probably never live down the awkwardness of thinking so.
And then there was the feeling of cold, gloppy goodness being smushed into his hair. Here Nate assumed they were going to call things even! Well, if she was going to declare war, she had already pulled close enough to reach over to his head.
"So that's how it is!" Nate quickly stood from his seat so he could lean in close enough to dump the contents of his gelato into Noel's shirt, hoping his treat was still as cold as the gelato dripping down his forehead.
