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.
Lily spent the sunny autumn morning sitting on her bed, shooting gemstones at an empty beer can. Target practice usually belonged to the Danger Room. Empty beer cans usually belonged to the trash can. And Lily usually wasn't the lazy kind. It was just one of those mornings.
Of course she didn't drink the beer. She just found the can on the kitchen table, and had this fuzzy idea in her head that didn't even form until she got back to her room. She had tons of stuff to do. Read. Study. Prepare for the mission Sam told them about. Get dressed (she was still wearing her pj's). Or clean up her room. But instead of doing all (or any) of that... She sat cross-legged on her bed, with a tiny heap of gems beside her on the pillow. One by one she levitated them into the air, and used her powers to make them spin about an inch above her outstretched palm; they spun faster and faster, and then they suddenly shot forward, and if she was doing it well, they hit the beer can with a 'pang' and knocked it over. So far only one had managed to puncture it. After every try she used the piece of silver she planted inside the can to levitate it back to its place, not because of practice, but because she just felt too lazy to stand up.
Not having a roommate never had this effect on Lily while she lived at home. She was usually very tidy and neat and organized. Usually. That word seemed to loose its polish this morning.
Then again, Lily decided, once in a while she deserved to be lazy too.
This part was the easy part of the trip. Jewel was used to traveling first class, and the whole drill with the baggage claim and the cab ride. When Shawn handed them the gems, she raised an eyebrow. Jet lag. Yeah, right. She could sense the gems ever since they got on the plane, even with Shawn's silver in the background. They caught her attention and her curiosity, but of course she wouldn't ask while there was a chance anyone would overhear them. She had her own gemstones with her, mostly embedded in her jewelry, except for the diamonds that still refused to yield to her will. She was curious why Shawn brought some too. Her question was answered when the gemstones got handed out. Eat it? Hm. That was a first, even for the jewelry manipulator. She swallowed it like a pill, and her powers immediately caught up on it. It was weird, sensing something inside her own body. She wondered how she would feel like if she had her own natural silver like Shawn. All in all, the whole swallowing-a-gemstone experience was much more interesting than the fact that they could suddenly speak Romanian. Besides a couple of hundred other languages. Jewel only spoke French before. The city looked surprisingly calm and usual in the face of all the fact and rumors about the Registration Act. For a split second Lily felt like being on another European vacation. The moment didn't last. The keys got handed out, but she could tell a team meeting was in order, so she followed Fade...umm, Jenny's lead. Waiting for the others, she wondered what came next. Still not worried. Lily dear, if you saw yourself now, you wouldn't recognize the girl.
The whole thing was getting ridiculous. Kaz got under her skin long before the fight started, and he was still at it, with the all-knowing smirk and the little demonstration of his powers. "Jewel you asked what my abilities were... That's just a taste." And the last straw. Jewel experienced one of the rare moments of in her life when she really, truly, honestly felt like hitting someone. But, being the well educated young lady she was, she hesitated for a moment, and Alex beat her to it. Jewel listened with the frown slowly giving way to a smirk on her face as Alex did her little speech. She couldn't have agreed more to what was said. A spark of admiration was evident in her eyes; even though Kaz proved to be a hard one to team up with, she felt like Alex was not such a bad choice after all. She had a spirit. Well, too much of it, at the moment. “Tell Luke I’ll swing by later to ask how I did... Well, see you around.” She returned the smile, just a second before she realized Alex was leaving the room. Kaz was about to do that too. Heck, if she didn't do something about it she would be the only one left of the team by the time Luke got down from the god room. Where was he, anyway?... "Hey!" she walked over to the two of them, carefully stepping over the body of their former opponent "Alex, c'mon. You think he's really worth the effort?" glancing at Kaz, she smirked. Showoff. "Let's just hang on till Luke gets here. We did complete the mission, would be a waste to blow it now." Looking at Kaz, she planted her hands on her hips. She was not really angry. Just shaking her head in disbelief, with the shadow of a smirk. "And you, Master of Subtlety, would you mind gracing us with your presence for another minute or two? If we are not a team yet, we might as well try and act like it."
It was still not your cheerful early morning chit-chat, but at least now both of the guys were trying. Jewel smiled as she leaned against the counter, folding her arms and looking from one to the other. Shawn basically repeated what she'd said earlier to Saphirus, and she was glad he did too, it sounded more official from someone in charge rather than from a random student. Besides, she suspected Saphrius would need to hear the whole speech a couple of times before he actually starts believing he had a chance. She raised an eyebrow when he asked about a job. She was not entirely sure what kind of jobs the Mansion had to offer, but she was sure they could figure something out for Saphirus. A phone call came to her mind about the same topic - not so long ago she discussed getting a job with her parents. Of course they were against is. 'Your job now honey is to study, and learn about... you know.' She smirked. Yeah. About her abilities. If only they knew she already learned more than she signed up for... Looking at Shawn, she raised an eyebrow. Her motherly instincts were kicking in again. She was not entirely comfortable with it. Saphirus was definitely older than her... Whatever, he still needed help. Turning back to the counter, she put on some more coffee.
Lily wrinkled her nose again. She did it a lot when she didn't want to frown. Was it just her, or the air was really getting colder in the room? The guys were looking at each other over the table with a look that could have been anything but friendly. Apparently Streak's meeting with Saphirus wasn't going to be quite as cheerful as hers. She rolled her eyes silently. Guys. Being a well educated young lady, she decided to do what proved to be the best solution in these situations - she let the men talk. Picking up the empty plates she walked over to the counter, leaving the blanket on the back of her chair, and started putting everything back to its place before she got to start washing the dishes. She glanced at Saphirus and Streak once in a while, and listened to them, ready to add her thoughts to the conversation if needed. Even though she was less cheerful now, a smile was still playing on her lips. When it came to fresh starts, she was a true believer. And the pancakes were not half bad either.
If anyone told Lily Lafayette half a year ago that she was going to fly to Romania on a mission with the X-men before 2009 was over, she would have thought that person was out of his/her right mind. And now... here she was. On a plane bound to Romania to help mutants. As an X-man. Trainee. Sorta. The young mutant called Jewel smiled at the clouds through the window.
Getting ready for the ("Daddy, it's just a field trip to Europe with the school") mission took some time and careful planning. Packing was easy (practical kinda girl with lot of past experience with traveling), preparing tools and weapons was required some creativity (fortunately Streak was leading the team, so she didn't have to worry about silver supplies too much - she only needed to make sure she had all the bling she might need to... hmm... impress some people if needed). She also dyed her hair into its natural brown color - being her own careful self she decided it might not be a dead giveaway, but not standing out in a crowd is definitely easier if someone is not flashing silver-and-gold-colored hair. Especially in a country that's hunting down mutants and probably people who look in any way suspicious too. She read, heard and discussed news from Romania with people back in the Mansion - the mutant world was stirred up. She couldn't quite believe things like that were happening, especially after all the stories she heard about the registration and camps in the USA. She could tell Streak was tense. No wonder. She was tense too, but so far in a good way; she barely had a clue how she was supposed to feel on her first mission, but guessed that feeling focused and determined counted among the good things. They were on their way to help people. That was all that mattered. She felt like being part of a team for the first time in her life. She could sense the others around her (not like Streak, of course, but she never really needed powers to tell how others were feeling). She knew Shin and met Fade too, although she didn't know them nearly as well as their leader. Knowing they were friends she could trust was enough for now. Landing in Romania, she stretched her legs and arms after the long flight as they gathered around. It was weird, crossing so many time zones in such a short time. Something told her jet lag was going to be the least of their concerns. Ready, steady. Go.
“Lazy bums huh? I hardly doubt that’s appropriate Lily.” Jewel grinned as she turned to look at him. "I knew that would lure you out of the shadows, Shawn. You can't hide from me, remember?" Saphirus seemed a bit surprised at Streak's entrance. In the middle of their conversation too. Lily rolled her eyes. Guys really had a timing around here. She waited while Shawn apologized for the traps, and they introduced themselves. She felt like she should explain a couple of things. "Saphirus, Shawn is head of security here. Even though I was the one doing his job tonight..." she grinned at her friend "... Shawn, Saphirus is a mutant like us, and he would like to stay here at the school. I was just telling him... hm, you've already heard that. So. Eat your pancakes, gentlemen, before they go cold." She chuckled as she wrapped herself up in the blanket once again. She could remember her first days in the Mansion, when she only ventured out of her room fully dressed. Now here she was in the middle of the night - more like dawn now, really - in her pj's, with a guy she just met and a guy who was... well, Shawn. Funny.
Jewel slowly tilted her head to the other side as she watched him; she wrinkled her nose, deep in thought. After several seconds, she finally shook her head. "Nope, still not scared. Sorry." And then her smile was back. She expected Saphirus to come out with something like that, although she was surprisd how fast he decided to come clean. Deep down she'd been a bit worried too for the last few minutes, not sure how she would deal with if the guy admitted having done something truly horrible. Like... whatever. He didn't seem like a hardened criminal, and she was good at reading people. Still, you can never know. But by the time he finished his little speech, she knew he was not someone to be afraid of. Thieving and hard life she could deal with. "And I also thought you might be a cannibal for a moment... you aren't one, right?" That earned him a laugh. "No I am not. Nor is anyone else in the Mansion, as far as I know, though some guys might want you to believe that." she leaned back in her chair, folding her arms "Besides, I'm full with pancakes right now, thank you very much." She looked at Saph over the table, and could tell he felt emberrassed. "Look, Saphirus. I am not saying you should take the things you did lightly. All I know is I was very fortunate to have a loving family when I discovered my powers, and that most people are not lucky enough to have a choice. So as long as you are honest about wanting a fresh start, this is the place to do it." Memories of her early days came back to her fo a moment, and she chuckled softly. "You know what? When I came here I was so ashamed of having been a thief, I thought telling anyone would be the end of the world. And then, when I finally worked up the courage to share it with some people, their reaction was something like 'Is that all you've got?'..." she reached over the table to pat his hand with a friendly smile "People around here have been through a lot. Don't worry about it." As a second thought, she added "Did you return the baby?..."
"Eh... You sure it's alright that I'm here? I mean... you did say that you were new... And you don't really know me..." Jewel could tell Saphrius was still not comfortable with the environment. No wonder he wasn't. Even without the traps, getting used to the Mansion's dimensions and the way of life within took a longer period of time. He did seem to be thinking about something else too. Jewel tilted her head, and looked at him over the table. "You don't know me either. And you know even less about the Mansion. Chances are, if you wanted to leave now, you'd end up in one of the traps again. So. Two things. One: I have no reason to be afraid of you. Two: don't think coffee and pancakes are the official process. Soon as one of the lazy bums in charge wakes up you'll be properly questioned with paperwork filled out and whatnot. But sadly that's not my job. So." The smile was still in the corner of her lips, but she looked more serious now. "You tell me, Saphirus: why on Earth shouldn't you be here?"
The Labs looked like something out of a movie - Jewel just couldn't decide yet which genre she would end up in. Her first guess would have been science-fiction (swapping bodies and being examined by doctors who used devices she'd never seen before - which didn't help with the blood pressure, by the way - made it kind of an obvious choice). Then again, the whole situation could have easily turned out to be either thriller, or even horror... she decided not to think about that. Hopefully the action part was over. Of course they didn't have answers. She didn't really believe they would. But at least they were in a safe place (well, as safe as being with Tyler was safe, but definitely safer than the auction). Talking about Tyler (Jewel had to remind herself he was actually called Slate): he seemed to be more than slightly amused by the whole situation. She didn't take it personal: she didn't know much about this Zephyr guy, but she could make a wild guess about how his attitude would be different from hers. The situation itself must have been amusing. For someone who was not trapped in a strange male body. Duh. The phone call was a good idea. She would have thought of it herself too, if she wasn't so confused and stressed out. Taking the phone, she dialed her own number, and her lips formed a silent prayer to God, wishing that wherever her body was, someone would be able to pick up her cell. Rrrring. Rrrring. Rrrring.
"Sounds good! You need some help?" "Yeah, sure." she nodded, handing the bowl over to him "You mix, I flip." And she did. 'Pancake' seemed to mean a different thing for her than what someone would expect from an average American breakfast. It was thinner and sweeter and she had a curious way of juggling it, turning it from one side to the other. She chuckled as she did so. "My nanny used to make me pancakes for breakfast. She was French." While they worked on the meal together, she glanced at Saphirus once in a while. He seemed to be enjoying himself. That was a great deal of improvement, going from scared-to-death to making-breakfast in two hours straight. Jewel was secretly proud of herself for handling the situation. Even if she didn't really stop to think about it. "You know... I really gotta ask... Is everyone here as nice as you are? I mean... You probably got the impression I had of this place coming in, what with all of the death traps placed about... But this... Well, this is honestly looking better than I thought possible." Jewel's cheeks turned pink with pride and she laughed at him, setting the table for two. "Believe me, this place is better than possible. As for the others..." she shrugged a bit "...everyone I've met so far is very nice in their own speacial way. Some are more reserved, especially those who have a reason to be afraid from strangers, but... you know, the Mansion is home for all of us. For some of us, it's also the only family they know." Sitting down, she grinned at him. She didn't even realize she was hungry until she saw all the food they managed to make. "Don't expect everyone to make you coffee and pancakes though. Bon appétit."
