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.
"Ahhh! AHHHHH! JAVI! THERE'S A STARLIGHT PIG CHASING ME!!" Booker shouts into the comm.
After the ordeal with the imps breaking in, things had calmed down quite a bit inside the mansion. A few intrusions, but nothing he couldn't handle. His favorite has been playing Whack-a-Mole with one mystic who tried to teleport in. Various portals open and from each one the mystic stuck in a hand or foot or head, to which Booker laid into him with his baseball bat. It was quite fun!
That is until the pig appeared.
It was beautiful at first. Booker watched as these pinpoints of starlight appeared in front of him. Dazzling and twinkling. But then they took shape, each one connected by a beam of light until a wire frame construct in the shape of a boar was formed. Instantly it locked eyes with Booker and the librarian could do little else but break into a run.
Now he was running through the mansion corridors, the living constellation of a massive boar chasing behind him, snorting and knocking over anything in its path. All the while, Booker scraped.
"JAVI! SOMEONE! I NEED AN EXIT PLEASE!" As he ran he jabbed behind him with the bat, the boar unfazed by it.
Booker smiled with a bit of relief as he felt Javier wipe the tears from his eyes. It was strange. When they first started dating, this was usually the other way around. Javi had terrible anxiety and needed a comforting and calm space, often something that Booker was only too happy to provide. But that had changed these days. Maybe it was just because of all the exposure Javier got with the X–Men, maybe it was just an example of things changing as they grew together in a relationship. In any case, Javi was good at calming others down too – which was something that Booker was extremely glad for.
Leaning his head into Javi’s hand, he closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. As he could feel his heart rate calming down, he soon breathed a sigh of relief and pressed his forehead against the tailors and smiled. It felt good.
Of course he had to grin at Javi’s inability to remember most of the cool things he had done last night. That would be his luck. He had done so many amazing feats and yet he couldn’t remember any of it. Maybe it was better that way but Booker also had hoped he could recall it, just to help Javi really understand how great and selfless he was.
Booker then nods. ”Of course. I get that,” He shuddered and then turned to look at his display dragonzord dagger. ”Yeah, for as cool as some of this stuff is…it may be better to steer clear of it in the future. At least until whatever was set loose in the world settles a bit.”
Well because Photobucket sucks and utterly swallowed all my old works of art, figured I would post some of my newer stuff. If anyone wants anything (and I have the time and muse) send me a message on discord! You know how to find me.
Most current works:
Just know if that you are interested in me making an image for you that I work full time and I have a toddler at home so may not be the quickest turnaround. But I will do my best!
Booker could feel the tears stinging his eyes. He didn't like that. He didn't like getting this emotional because, if his own past traumas were any indication, it could really blow out of proportion and sendshim into another one of his episodes. It had been awhile since he had had one, though he guessed that was mainly because he hadn't been involved in epic battles with psychotic mystics. That was territory he tried to avoid.
But thankfully he had an anchor to keep away the bad thoughts. As he felt the anxiety swell and choke his chest, the heavy, warm arms of Javi circled his shoulders like a warm, fresh from the dryer coat. The words were sweet and caused more tears but they were dissolving through the ones brought by fear. It felt good, safe, like Javier was his own personal book jacket. And he was so, so grateful for.
He nodded along with Javier, digging as he buried his face in his neck. Helping was one of those things that Booker couldn't help but do. It was why he became a librarian! Sure it wasn't super helpful like a doctor or fireman, but he did help in his own way.
Booker then leaned back, looking down as his own exploits were listed. He had fought off a few mystics, saved a life, even threw his time bomb of a mecha onto the villain. He had done a lot. Some would say stupidly but not the people that mattered.
A gentle, sad smile crossed his lips as he looked into Javi's eyes. "You were…pretty great out there too. Fighting bad guys, mystics, even riding waves of water and pummeling demon dogs…" He wiped more tears away. "...I-I'm glad…we both got to walk away from it."
Booker really did feel bad. He had stepped in on an X-Man issue where they were fighting an impossible opponent. And not only that, he was at risk from harm for the first time in his life and he put any mutants around him at risk too! It was a lot to feel guilty for and the librarian was primed to accept all of it. That was why he had to apologize to Javi. The poor tailor already worried so much – having Booker out there probably made everything worse.
The nerves of anxiety began to circulate just under the skin. Booker could feel that serpent trying to coil around his heart as the highs from last night, combined with the pain from today and the devastation caused to the X-Men’s home just made him feel the absolute worse. He couldn’t apologize to everyone, but he could at least apologize to Javi.
He smiled a bit weakly when Javi confirmed that some of the details were still fuzzy (that was a hell of a potion). But after a moment he inquired if Booker had indeed piloted a giant robot. The reminder made Booker’s smile widen, confirmation that he had indeed done that. He turned to glance to the shelf where his new collectible now sat.
The librarian nodded his head.
”Yeah…” he said with a thick voice, the emotions held back but threatening to roll over again. ”...and almost got myself killed. I…I didn’t know what was going to happen but I still used those magic items. And…” He turned back to Javi, tears dotting his eyes again. ”...I was so…so close to not being here to have breakfast with you this morning…”
Booker then crossed the room and wrapped his one good arm around Javi's shoulders and buried his face in the tailor's neck. He wouldn't have missed mornings like this for the world -- but last night that choice could have easily been taken away from him.
Booker smiled a bit sweetly at the affectionate term. Really Javi was the best thing to happen to him. He was glad things worked out this way. They seemed to compliment each other pretty well. Classic extrovert / introvert coupling. Seemed a little cliched on the outside but Booker couldn’t remember the last time he was this ridiculously happy in a relationship and he owed it all to Javi, a fact he constantly reminded the tailor of.
Still, the librarian had to defend his honor. ”Uh, excuse you. Bruise and hairline fractures,” he said with a cocky grin. ”I’m a little tougher than that.”
He smiled as he returned to setting up the coffee pot. Pouring in the grounds with his signature mix of spices that no one knew. Even Nessa because as much as he knew she wanted to use her powers to glean his secrets, his adapted field utterly prevented it. Mixing the spices and grounds together, he set it into the machine and stepped back as he pushed the button to activate it. The manual french press would have been better but given his distinct lack of two functioning hands, it probably was not going to be feasible.
Thinking about the X-Men however sobered up his usually goofy demeanor. He leaned back against the counter, his question asked. Javi spent more time with them than he did, so it was as much a lost for Javier. He only hoped that S.U.P.E.R. would make good on their word and help the X-Mansion to rebuild. After how much the X-Men did for the world, it was the least that could be done for them.
Booker turned his gaze back to Javi and gave him a soft smile. He thought for a moment and then placed a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder. ”Javi…I…I just wanted to say…I’m…sorry if you were worried about me out there.” He explained. ”By all accounts I…shouldn’t have been there. I was more a liability than anything. And…I’m sorry I put you in that predicament. I just…I wanted to help…I wanted to be there to help you and…I’m afraid I was more a hampering than a boon. And, for that, I am so, so sorry.”
Booker rolled his neck as he took his next round of pain pills. As much as he wanted to join the festivities last night at “Hexes and Hos” (he was aware of it), he was in too rough of a shape from that explosion. Thankfully DocProf, even though he couldn’t heal him, was still trained enough in medicine to know what ailed him. Broken and bruised bones and a near concussion. He was lucky it wasn’t worse than that and could be treated with a simple cast and some pain management.
In the end Booker was able to get back home, but not until late. He was grateful to rest in his bed but he worried that he would make Javier worry – especially since whatever was in that potion would eventually wear off. At least Javi didn’t wake up in a panic and fuss over him. Booker still liked to be independent, after all, whether injured or not.
Looking over his bruised face and his scarred chest, the librarian sighed deeply. Last night was stupid. He should have in no way been involved. He knew that. God was it COOL though! Quickly that thought was stamped down before it could reinvigorate him. He needed to be hurting right now. To do otherwise would be making light of everything that the X-Men are now going through.
Returning to the kitchen, a smile drew across his lips at the sight of Javier cooking. Booker snorted a little as he walked by, his free, working hand, brushing across Javi’s shoulders. ”My poor sweetheart.” He said as he kissed his boyfriend on the cheek. ”So sorry you’re going through that. Let me at least get the coffee brewing. Caffeine should help with the hangover.,” he nodded.
Several moments passed as he moved around the kitchen, setting up the coffee maker. During this Booker lifted his gaze to his boyfriend and smirked a bit sadly.
”You think the X’s will be alright? Like, their entire home was just obliterated. I can’t imagine what they are going through.”
Booker had experienced a heck of a night. And not in the same vein of “I finally beat my sister at her annoyingly over-lawed card game” kind of heck! This had been way more magical and cooler! He fought against mystics! He saw the Danger Room! He piloted a gosh darn Dragon Zord and flew in a pink bubble of magic! Memories were created last night that he may never experience again and he wanted to enjoy every single gosh darn second of it! However, pain made it difficult to remember it fully in a good light.
Wincing as he straightened up, she smirked softly when Javier came over to kiss him on the cheek. Booker’s good arm wrapped around his boyfriend’s waist to hold him close so he could lean down to kiss him back. However, the act of that caused another wince to his side. Okay, so maybe some help in the kitchen would be okay.
Self-harm wasn’t in Booker’s vocabulary. He would never willing make his injuries worse for the sake of doing it. However, truth be told, the librarian was a do-er. He did not like being ideal. He cooked, he cleaned, he worked, he had fun, he always managed to keep himself busy. Unfortunately these injuries were proving to be stern reminders that he had to take it slow and, despite his displeasure at that, the more he pressed on, the more he found himself needing to listen to them.
Finally Booker relented as he sidestepped Javi to allow him access to the stove. He wouldn’t hover. Much.
At the question he flashed the tailor a brilliant smile. ”Oh, I’m right as rain!” he attempted to say jovially – but grimaced at a throb from his bruised rib. With a guilty smile he slumped. ”Okay. Maybe I could be better. It’s, ugh, probably time for my pain med.” He then slipped away to get to the bathroom and the medicine cabinet within. From there he called back. ”One downside of being adapted, I don’t get to be healed by cool doctor mutants!” After the sound of running water and gulping, he returns. ”You? You went through a lot last night too. How are you doing?”
Booker was mostly done clearing things up when Javier had managed to rush in. At the questioning a guilty look crossed the librarian’s face. He knows he should be resting. As a matter of fact, if there were two people who deserved a day to sleep in, it was the two of them (and especially Booker because of his need to heal). But Booker had never been one to sit still for too long unless he was forced to. He was just someone who liked to keep busy and would often hear no alternative.
But not he was beginning to find some limitations. As Javier questioned him, Booker could feel the throbbing in his ribs flare up again. He was bent too awkwardly in an attempt to clean up. Thankfully he didn’t have to suffer it too much longer as his kind and generous boyfriend jumped in and started to help him clean up.
Booker smiled a bit sadly.
”Sorry darling,” Booker replied finally. ”Just…I guess my pain meds wore off and woke me up. After I got up to take them I got a really big hankering for bacon and eggs this morning so…” he shrugs innocently. ”...figured I could at least try to make breakfast. Though, sorry I’m sorry there will be no cinnamon rolls from scratch I DO have some leftover coffee cake if that’ll do instead?”
Cursed Maria Talbert Homemade Kitchen Collection! Booker grumbled as he squatted down, trying to pick up a few of the items with his remaining good arm. While he loved those bowls, and they were perfect for his baking needs, this wouldn't be the first time that they had betrayed him in this manner. Yes, what seemed like eons ago, when he had been dating this particularly yoga instructor, and Nessa was still living with him, both he and Atticus were – ahem…well, now wasn't the time.
Booker continued to mutter threats of scape heaps and goodwill stores to the bowls as he picked them up when he noted the form framing his kitchen door. Immediately the librarian straightened up, a little too fast because he winced at his injured ribs reminding him they were injured, and shot Javier a smile.
"OH! Um, hey babe!" he smiled and then jestered to the bowls in his remaining free hand. "Sorry! Didn't mean to wake you. Bowls just escaped my grip. Everything's okay though. Just…trying to get some breakfast started. Did you…sleep ok?"
Okay…so the thing at the mansion was a whole…thing. In all fairness, Booker should not have been there. He was a liability. He was an adapted and this was a mutants versus mystics fight. He was literally hampering not only his friends, but his boyfriend, and was vulnerable against the mystics and their strange abilities. It simply was not a good move. But, while he understood all that, he really just wanted to do his best to help. There was nothing wrong with wanting to help – at least that was what he convinced himself.
But, today was a new day and after a clean bill of health (no concussion!) Booker was feeling pretty okay.
…okay maybe not OKAY okay, but he was alive, his boyfriend was alive, and he had a sweet souvenir.
It was morning of the next day and while Javier slept in, Booker busied himself in the kitchen. Dressed in only his pajama pants, the librarian looked like he had had quite the time. A few bandages were wrapped around his midsection, gauze upon his forehead, and a few scabs from scrapes and cuts. He had looked worse! Though…maybe not by much.
Right now Booker was looking up at a shelf where once sat his vintage 4th Physician Sonic Socket, Booker had to remove it a few months back after discovering that it had actually been a fake and the certificate of authentication was forged. He had been wondering what to put there for a long time but wonder no longer!
Booker smiled as he looked up at the Dragon Dagger that now took up the space. It would forever remind him of the most awesome, and terrifying, night of life…where he piloted the Dragonzord against an honest Kaiju! Squeeee!
In his joy, however, Booker winced. There was that throbbing pain in his shoulder again. While he may not have had a concussion, he did get a few brusted ribs and lacerations and burns and a very slight stab wound when the zord exploded at the end. The worst part was that the mansions healer, DocProf, could do nothing for him. Immune to mutant powers and all that. But, he guessed that was always going to be the risk. He had to heal like a normal person now, bandaged and downing pain meds.
But that didn’t mean he could stop his life.
He glanced to his bedroom where Javier, he assumed, was still asleep. He was so brave last night that Booker wanted to honor that. A fresh pot of designer coffee was brewing, as well as a fantastic breakfast was on the way! Already the bacon had been placed in the oven (not without some wincing effort on his part) and he was getting ready to cook the eggs!
Now…he just needed…to figure out the best way to do that single-handed. Booker glanced down to his arm, still casted up and in a sling. It seems in his escape from the dragonzord, his arm got the smallest, tiniest hairline fracture, but it was all good! He could still wiggle his fingers, after all! Still…the difficulty had been upped. There was a small clatter as Booker reached under his cabinet for his bowl for the eggs. He could manage it. Truly! He didn’t need to wake Javier at all!
CLATTER!!!
Booker sighed. He was sure that the loud tumble of the steel mixing bowls was capable of waking even the sleepiest of super sexy tailors with a first name beginning with J.
Booker was dumbstruck. When he had been presented the idea he instantly said yes. If only for the fact that he got to hang out with the cool mystics again! God his life was turning out to be gosh darn amazing! Sure! He went through a traumatic experience and of course he was still physically healing, but this was just about and awesome as the real dragonzord dagger he had hanging on his wall at home!
Witnessing the ritual had been an even greater treat. Watching all the mystics gather and partake, it was something he would trade in all the world. He loved mutants, yes, but mystics he was growing to appreciate as well because his adapted aurs didn't affect them! That meant he could see and even experience all the great things they can do.
This included.
Booker looked around the Astral Library in wonderment. It was stunning, beautiful, everything he could have hoped for. As the Keybearer he would do everything he could to keep the place up and organized...if that was okay with the coven, that is. He wasn't a mystic so he didn't know if he could access it without them, but he hoped so.
Booker grinned as he looked at all the empty shelves and the items being brought in to be cataloged. He was giddy with excitement and truly hoped he would get to work more with the mystics rather than just hold onto their key.
The librarian leans forward, following Javi to look out the window. He watches as one of the mutant girls is attacked by a mystic and immediately nods as he steps back, watching Javi jump out the window. Booker can only watch as the tailor runs forward and punches one of the mystics and sending them hurtling away. Unable to control himself, Booker shoots his arms into the air and shouts.
"Yeeeah!! You got 'him, babe!!" He laughs.
As he shouts this, though, there is a swirling dark vortex around him as another mystic seems to be sending summoning forth something inside the mansion. By the time Booker turns around he blinks in surprise as a pair of imps growl and sneer at him. The trio stare at one another closely before the imps suddenly shout and jump scare him.
Booker screams and brings down the baseball bat as hard as he can onto their heads.
He shouldn't be here. Everyone told him no but he managed to convince someone to let him in. That someone being Javi. And by let in, well, Booker want going to let his favorite people get hurt. Not if he had anything to say about it.
Being an adapted made this dangerous, and a liability, but again he was willing to do his part. So now Booker was patrolling the inside of the mansion. He may not have had fancy powers or an arsenal of weaponry. But he was smart. He read a lot of books. And he had a baseball bat.
And he was scared.
But he would not be deterred. Instead he patrolled and did his best to stay out of the way. But as soon as the fighting began he could feel his nerves growing. Was this the right call? It was too late now. The sound were getting louder. He gave his bat another experimental swing and waited, silently hoping danger would not find its way to him.
Honestly? He wished that he had an explanation. Booker knelt down next to his sister, looking up at the growing crowd. Those that had been trapped in the dark, shadowy place were not running off, given their freedom. But those who were on the outside were now drawing closer to investigate. There were a lot of questions milling about in the air but the most important one had been the one that fell from Nessa’s lips. To that, he had absolutely no answer.
”I...I know…” he said, his heart pounding at the idea. ”L-Let’s not think about that right now, okay? Plenty of time to panic later.” He smiled, took his sister’s hand, then gave it a comforting squeeze.
He was terrible at following his own advice. How could he just forget it? How could he just look the other way when everything he knew about himself seemed to be so up in the air. Over the years he had gotten used to the fact that he was unaffected by mutant powers, good and bad. What happened here was decidedly strange and mutant adjacent. But if that were the case, how the hell did his abilities fail him? Was he losing his adaptedness?
Or worse...was that whole thing decidedly not mutant related?
Booker gulped. Already he could feel his mind racing and trying to find some way flare up his anxiety but he had to maintain control. Nessa was here. His younger sister and she had just saved his life. The more important thing was getting her to safety and away from anything that happened here.
While Booker would rather have not spoken to the police he knew it was a necessity. They needed to know what happened so it could be passed along to the right people. He nodded his head, offering his hand to help Nessa up.
”Of course,” he said. ”Least I can do. You saved us both. Let’s find a cop so I can get you out of here. I think I’m done with conventions for a little while and could use a stiff drink with my sister.” With that, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and slowly guided her away. It was time to put this night, and the shadows, behind them.