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.
"Not that hungry my left foot. I heard that." Cafas smiled at the kid and went back to stirring. "Come on, you're at Xavier's mate, we're all mutants here." Cafas really felt for the kid at this point. He was being terribly defensive about his mutation. Not that Cafas couldn't understand that. He'd seen enough of the riots to know that mutants were still considered freaks.
Poor kid's probably been through more than his fair share of bullshit by now.
The onions looked sufficiently cooked, so he tipped the rest of the stuff in. He found some tomato paste and dropped some of that in too, stirring. He pulled out a flask of wine from his pocket (He knew what he was cooking before he came down) and tipped some in, stirring. He took a swig and looked at the kid. "You drink kid?"
Bit young, but never stopped me.
"Look, let's start with names then. I'm Cafas." He extended one hand, as was customary among males, with a smile to the kid. "And either your mutation affects your metabolism, or you missed dinner." God knows it wasn't maintaining his body mass.
Cafas grabbed a pot of water and set it on the heat and poured a three person serving of pasta in (One growing young man and one guy who spent about 4 hours a night sleeping had huge feeding requirements). Now it was just a waiting game for the pasta to cook.
Cafas ignored the fact he had clearly startled the kid. He hadn't meant to creep up on him, socks just din't make noise like shoes or bare feet. Cafas cleared a spot on the bench. He set about dicing tomatoes and onion, crushing garlic, chopping herbs. He set a saucepan on the heat with some olive oil in it. He dug around in the fridge and found some meatballs. Those would go nicely, so he grabbed those out.
Not for light? Wh...
Cafas had a bit of a flashback to when he had been known to wear sunglasses perpetually. "Ah, mine change colour with my mood. I'm feeling pretty calm right now, so they should be blue. You?"
Cafas set the onions and garlic frying, stirring occasionally. He turned to look at the kid. Not really a kid, not that much younger than Cafas really, maybe five or six years. Still, Cafas remembered what he was like at that sort of age, and he was certainly a kid then.
"Want some pasta? We can have yours for desert."
Cafas had a sneaking suspicion that this teenager was just as ashamed of his mutation as Cafas had been at that age.
Moments off seemed to be on the rise recently. Cafas just hoped the trend would continue. He'd taken maybe five steps into the living room before he realised why he did not usually spend time in the room. He sensed moodiness, pencil on paper, and above all, hair dye. He sensed these things with his eyes.
Teenagerus Emotious
Began his brain.
Easily recognisable by his use of hair dye, insistence on looking as if someone drowned his puppy, "art" and air of loneliness.
How did his brain know so much about this species?
The missing link between Cafasius Australis and Cafasius Newyorkius.
Long hard study.
He was committed to being in the room now, so he plonked himself down on the couch. "Hey kid, what you drawing?"
Cafas was hungry. He had to eat a lot to keep up with himself, so this was nothing unusual. He left his room, electing to use the door, even if he kind of felt like jumping out the window. That probably wouldn't end well.
Nearly silently Cafas padded down the hallway, socked feet on carpet, down the rail on the stairs, and set off towards the kitchen. He was almost there when he noticed the light, and the smell. It smelled Chocolaty.
Who the hell is up this late cooking?
Oh, you mean, aside from you?
Shut up.
Own internal smart assery set to one side Cafas forged on. Chocolate smelled good. He had come down to see if he could piece together something more savory, but he supposed chocolate would do. Cafas padded his way into the kitchen.
Frankly he had expected more than one person. That's normally how midnight kitchen parties worked. Instead he found just one black haired guy standing there. He seemed like the usual fare for the mansion. Late teens, sunglasses inside, up late, and cooking something that could not possibly be mistaken for healthy.
"G'day, bit too indoors for sunglasses don't you think?"
Cafas found his way over to the refrigerator, pulled out a few bits a pieces. He felt like having pasta.
Cafas took a moment to process what had just happened. There he was, being abused and having stuff thrown at him, when all of a sudden a bunch of teenage girls came to the rescue. He was fairly sure this usually worked the other way around. Actually, he was entirely sure, having come to the rescue of more than one teenage girl.
"Thanks, that was starting to get a bit out of hand." Cafas raised a quizzical eyebrow to Allison, then found the right expression of righteous indignation and kept walking toward his bike, protected by a shield of five teenage girls.
Weirdest day ever.
It was much easier moving. It turned out nobody wanted to be the one to publicly assault a teenage girl. Which was lucky for them, because Cafas would have made damn sure they remembered not to the next time. Not having ones front teeth was always a good reminder.
His bike, as he had suspected, was unharmed, and largely ignored. It crossed his mind briefly that he should have thought to wear his helmet to such a public event, but it was what it was. Cafas turned to the girls that had helped them through the crowd. "Thanks guys, that helped a lot.I wish I could do something to thank you better but I think it'd be best if we got out of here pretty quick."
Key in, kick the engine to life. "Hold on tight, wouldn't want you to fall off." He was pretty sure she wouldn't, but he couldn't be sure.
"Twenty Two. I was homeless for two years there, and it took me a while to even figure out that it was important. Still, for someone that graduated high-school last year I think I'm doing alright, don't you?"
What's going on outside?
Before he could get a proper look he was distracted by the continuing conversation. "Well I thought he hated me for a while, heck, so did he, and I'm not really sure he feels exactly as strongly as I do, but believe me, hatred is not what it is." Not if the dating and associated actions were anything to go by.
Really does seem to be some sort of trouble out there.
X-senses engaged. Cafas frowned and tried to make out the source of the issue. It didn't take long. The signs were pretty clear. Mutant hatred rally. Lovely. "Well, I'll try to not label myself too much in future. That ride may be a little trickier though. I spy trouble."
Though it might be easier to get through them than the rest of these kids.
Cafas decided to risk it. There really hadn't been any true violence from these protests yet. Not to mention he struck a pretty imposing figure. "Well let's see if we can avoid you getting shot this time." Head held high, Cafas stepped out the door. A sea of abuse broke over him.
Man no clever pun signs or anything.
Lots of "Lock up the Muties" and "Muties aren't people" and assorted trashy slogans. Someone threw a can. Others joined in, throwing trash at them. Still, they parted easy enough. Cafas wished he had parked somewhere else. Luckily, he hadn't made his bike recognisable. "Hope you don't mind motorbikes." He pushed past a particularly defiant guy with a glare. The man seemed to draw his fist back, but thought better of it. Really, would the bullshit never end?
He could almost see the door! It was past that stall, he was sure of it! "Oh, he studies up at Xavier's. I am happily graduated. I missed my last year of high school when I ran away from home, so I had to finish that." Took long enough to get around to as well.
Cafas had not considered... What’s-his-name's feelings on the matter, he assumed they were negative. "Uh... Yeah I really didn't think about it at the time. I'm fairly sure we're not on good terms though, not after Calley got wind of it. He defenestrated me good, and I broke my arm. Still, in a roundabout way it proved that he cared." The direct proof had come later.
Cafas was debating simply charging through the people left. The crowd looked to be thinning, he was sure he could make it through them without losing momentum. He elected not to. Nice as it was to have fans, it was a pain that they couldn't move ten feet without a new crowd of people forming.
"I suppose they aren't, but knowing what you are is important, even if it doesn't fall within the existing constructs. That's kind of where I've had a lot of trouble, trying to figure out who the hell I am. I guess I just over think it." 10 yards and they were out. It wouldn't stop there, but at least they'd have a more fair chance.
Cafas smiled, signed something, tried to keep walking, was not allowed to, signed something else, and wished he was a bigger celebrity, or less of one. Either way, he'd be happy. "Yeah he studies, a lot harder in recent months than usual. He wants to graduate this year." Which would put this year in stark contrast to the others.
Sticks? Uh... Okay then.
Cafas had to consider the comment about the X-men's hypocrisy for a moment. It didn't bother him much. Then again the methods didn't really invade his privacy. "It's hardly breaking the law to keep tabs on a place with suspected gang links. I take your point though. I'm mostly in it to help people anyway." Autograph, autograph, photo, smile, walk 10 more feet.
The cuddling felt kind of nice too, though admittedly not as great as the kissing. Cafas smiled and tried to process everything she'd just said. "I'm also a blacksmith..." Not that it mattered. "See, thing is, I don't know that I am bi, Calley's the only guy I've ever been attracted to. Not that it stopped me dating another guy, but I think that was one hundred percent to make Calley jealous. Worked too."
Sign, smile, photo, walk, turn down a marriage proposal. "I had myself fooled, what with the whole dating a guy thing. I thought I was gay, but I'm not sure now you know, after... it's just... Ah never mind." He still loved Calley, he was still dating Calley, it didn't matter, because it had no bearing.
But he couldn't drop it, it kept turning around in his brain.
Hey now! Did she honestly just do that? Lips, tongue, would you mind NOT reciprocating?
He did his best to act casual about it, despite the camera flashes, cheering, booing, and shocked expression on Myra's face. When he finally recovered from the shock of it, and a little to his shame a few seconds after that, he broke the kiss off. He smiled, despite wanting to take the time to order his thoughts a bit.
Did I... Enjoy that? I mean, yeah the kiss but the contact in general. This seems to contradict the whole assumption I'd made given the whole Calley thing.
Is what his thoughts would have sounded like if his mind hadn't just exploded completely. Cafas took Allison's hand, waved to the crowd one last time with a sheepish grin and stepped into the area that passed for backstage. He looked for the exit, and started moving toward it. "Thanks, I mean, wow, but sure did the trick huh? I think Calley's going to eviscerate me once those photos inevitably go viral, though hopefully he's focused enough on studying to miss it." And breath.
"Anyway, it's probably better not to ask what laws we break in the name of the law. We're more about equality and justice anyway, just through the correct means." His mind was moving too fast to keep up, he was trying to vent some of the thoughts out through his mouth, though he couldn't say it was helping. "As for Aura not knowing, well, mores the pity frankly. Aura has a unique brand of justice that I think they more than earned."
And there were the crowds. How were they ever supposed to get out of here? More importantly, why had he enjoyed that kiss so much? He was gay, wasn't he? He was attracted to and loved Calley, a guy, so he was gay. It made sense. But then there was Allison, and the kiss and... "Ah man what the f*** am I?"
Smile for the cameras Cafas. He was getting exceedingly good at this acting gig.
Cafas sighed in relief as the crowd fell back under the piercing shriek of one of the officers. A few mutants, apparently immune to the sonic attack, proved to not be immune to batons and rubber bullets. Cafas took a second to check his radio. If the fact it was in three pieces was anything to go by, he'd say it was broken.
Great...
The mutants had recovered when he looked up. They surged forward, fire from some dragon mutant spraying the shields of those holding the line. He went down, it did nothing to dissuade the others. This wave lacked power of the first, most of the heavy hitters having been carted off in cuffs. Cafas felt the heat from fire bombs behind them, the pressure of the mass of bodies in front. He beat one mutant after another back, but their numbers didn't seem to lessen any.
"CAFAS! We gotta stop that!"
He assumed Saph meant the mutants being flung over them by some hulking mutant further back in the crowd. While he agreed with the fundamental points of Saph's argument he failed to see how it was going to be possible, what with the sea of people between them and their target. That question was answered in short order as Saph blew a path through the crowd.
Yup... That'll do it.
Cafas rushed into the breach on Saph's heels. People grabbed at them, powers were angled their way, as did fists and other assorted projectiles. Most missed, some helped them, friendly fire taking its toll, one or two met their mark only to be blocked by shields and bullet-proof gear. Anyone that got too close received a thorough beating to the head.
It was only when they got close that Cafas realised the scope of the task they were attempting. The guy was almost ten foot tall and built like a house. This could be interesting.
Rubber bullet hailed down on the giant man, but nothing seemed particularly effective. Cafas sensed this was a job for his steel bar more than his baton. He tucked the baton into his holster and yanked out the metal bar. He took his run up, wound up, and drove the bar into the giant's kneecap.
The reaction was not quite what he'd wanted. The giant man roared in pain and stumbled back, but it certainly wasn't the kneecap-breaking blow he had hoped it would be. Cafas took the opportunity to hit him somewhere it would hurt though. He felt dirty, but then again, this guy would likely kill him if he let him.
"Got a plan Saph? Cos all I've got is beat him until he drops."
It had pretty much come from no-where. One minute all was (relatively) quiet, a few protests being guarded, not much happening. Then the radio had lit up with calls for back up. Almost immediately the phone on the desk in the X-men's offices had started ringing. Cafas picked up. No hello, no small talk, just phone to ear and "We're on our way."
He'd checked around, and found Sam. The boss man himself. Clearly he'd heard the call too. "I s’pose it'll be us then." Cafas grabbed the keys to the X-mobile, as he had taken to calling it. It was a gift from the city to help them get places fast, their very own car, with lights and sirens. This was his favourite part.
They tore through the streets of New York, as if the lights had been set up for them. Traffic would have been more of an issue, he was sure, if not for the fact that with the city in such turmoil, most people were staying inside. They reached Brooklyn in record setting time.
The car screeched to a halt behind the police barricade. Beyond were a small, determined group of cops, holding two groups of rioters at bay. Cafas jumped out of the car, pulling on a riot helmet as he did so. There hadn't been time to change, so he was still in his rather worse for wear looking riot squad gear. He'd had maybe four hour's break since he was last on scene. That one had stayed peaceful enough. This one... Not so much.
He vaulted the barricade, riot shield in one hand, steel bar in the other, his baton long since lost. NYPD weren't going to be happy about that when they returned the gear.
Cafas was within ten yards when it turned ugly. He said it, because it was rather hard to tell the gender of the stone golem that had suddenly sprung up from the crowd. No guesses to which side were the mutants any more. The other side saw that as provocation, and a bottle, a flaming tail streaking behind it, flew from the anti mutant protestors.
Cafas barely avoided the worst of the flames as it landed, smashing. A lot of the cops weren't so lucky. Cafas found himself right in the middle of the two groups as the police line started to break up. They had nowhere to go, unable to fall back any further. Cafas clobbered a mutant as he ran for a gap. Not a second later a group of the officers on scene gave up the batons and drew guns. The human line was pushed back as rubber bullets flew into the crowd.
Cafas found himself a little dazed by the influx of information. Of course, the thoughts had crossed his mind, heck they were probably his first assumptions. However he found it helped to maintain an optimistic outlook when one wanted to not become jaded and paranoid. Still, it di lead to this situation, where his brain exploded all at once. Training, instinct, reason and emotions all struggling for control. In this case, reason won out.
"You kind of have to admit, if I assumed that every time, I'd probably be a pretty miserable person. Still, I assume you handled it. I doubt it was in the manner the X-men and police would have liked, but, well, let's just say you're not the only one who knows Aura." Cafas faced front, smiled for the cameras, answered the last question and waved to the applauding crowd. "Well, sure glad that's do... Can't wait for the next one, oh, hey, yeah sorry I was cutting it so close." Lovely, apparently a certain Author wanted to speak with him.
"Cafas, lovely to see you! I don't suppose you have an hour or two free, we can get a drink?"
"Oh, I'd really love to, but I thought I'd spend some time with allison, I mean, what sort of boyfriend would I be if I just r..."
"Come now, you two may fool the media, but I can see that it's an act. Come on, I know a lovely bar."
I really, uh..."
Cafas turned to Allison, pleading look in his eyes and mouthed 'Help me!' while the rather too old for him author took his hand and decided he needed to be pulled away. All of which seemed to confuse the crowd, not to mention adding just another layer of confusion and stress to Cafas' already overloading mind. The kidnapping and rape of someone he felt responsible for, especially when she was taken from right under the X-men's nose, kind of made him want to stick around to do what he could for Allison.
"Part of my job is keeping an eye on the sanctuary, I suppose you might understand why, you live there. I just noticed you didn't seem to be around." Sort of true, the X-men did, he was an X-man, he saw the files, perhaps on purpose. "Plus I got a call or two from the advertising team to see if I could get hold of you." Again sort of true. That had seemed kind of like a secondary objective for them.
Not that it's my business really.
When Allison flipped her hand over it took a great deal of restraint to not look surprised. "Surgery? Ah you were in hospital? What was wrong? Accident?" Maybe he was being stupid then. Being in hospital would explain why she was off the radar, especially if they wanted to keep the media from prying. Which they inevitably would do if they caught wind of it. An accident explained a need for surgery and bruises too.
See nothing to worry about. Except maybe the whole father is dead thing.
Cafas answered a question, straight off the script. Someone mentioned that there was only enough time for ten more questions. The first three of the last ten were all for him. Luckily, they were things he'd practiced for.
Oh, yeah, this was Calley we were talking about. How many rooms did that shifter have? "Nah, but he's my room mate at the mansion." When it suited him. "I don't tend to go to the sanctuary, it's proven bad for my health." Being seen re-kidnapping a girl by a guy who looked like he could turn you into paste did not make one want to return.
Wait, dead?
Cafas didn't know how to take that. Allison didn't seem particularly broken up by the fact the father of her child was dead. His X-man senses were tingling. He suspected this probably wasn't voluntary. "This wouldn't have anything to do with that time you were missing would it?" This didn't seem like it was going anywhere pleasant.
Hmm,wasn't pregnant before she went awol, is now, y'think it's related genius?
They got a few questions' break, but he supposed being the face of a film did make them kind of the obvious people to get questions leveled at them. A few about the filming, how they viewed their characters, the sort of questions they had a script for. which was all good, because it gave them a chance to talk without being too distracted.
Oh, right, yeah everyone knew Calley. Cafas did try to ignore how many of them disliked him and how many were known criminals. Though it wasn't like he was universally liked (or at least, assumed he wasn't) or particularly clean of crimes. "I really would prefer you didn't, it's kinda my room too." And clearing out that many sticks would be frustrating.
Oh, and we're up.
The girl, who apparently wanted a date, was far too young to be dating him. Also clearly far too excitable. On top of all that he had a two relationships already, however fake one might be. "I think Allison might have something to say about that one. Tell you what though, what's your name?"
"Uh, Libby."
"Well, Libby, if you want that photo there signed, jump up here and I'll sign that for you."
The speed she reached the panel with seemed superhuman (which it admittedly may have been). She had the photo on the table in front of him before he could blink. Cafas picked up a marker that had slid up the table from the director. He signed the photo, looked up smiled. Something clicked in his head. "Hey, you got a camera?"
Libby produced a phone from here pocket and switched to the Camera app. Cafas accepted the offered phone, made sure Libby, him and Allison were all in frame, and snapped a photo. "There you go, enjoy the convention." Libby was ushered off stage and Cafas went back to his conversation with Allison.
"So, pregnant huh? Yeah that is going to make the relationship awkward if I don't claim responsibility, but I couldn't do that, I mean the long term repercussions are just massive, for you, me and the kid." Plus, you know, Calley. "So, is he anyone I know? The father I mean."
More importantly how is he gonna feel about it if I claim to be the father.
