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 not a well-kept secret that Charlotte Sinclair loved parties. As a woman whose vices could never completely destroy her, she was a fan of indulging in good things, whatever form those happened to be in. It was good to let loose a little. Or a lot. Depending on how much you could take. Charlie’s tolerance was always resetting, but she had the unique ability to never have to worry about going past her limit; she could always jump off the rooftop and start again fresh the next day.
It was ever so wonderful that this was a mutant party.
And Charlie had not shown up alone. This was not a typical state for her, but she was growing up, in a way. Having Gwendolyn White living in her house had caused some things to stir up in her: real feelings. She didn’t think that she had many real feelings left. Everyone tended to leave her, and things always ended poorly, but she’d gone forward with things anyway. It felt right. God, it felt so right.
She’d left her date briefly by the door, figuring that the ever effervescent Gwen would be alright for a few minutes at a party for the organization that they were both members of. Dressed in a revealing black number, the blonde Captain tapped her fingers on the top of the bar as she waited for the drinks that she had ordered. Her eyes scanned the party, picking out a few members of the Syndicate that she recognized. There were others there, too. Potential members, wannabes, random mutants who had heard about the party. Whatever they were there for, Charlie was just glad that the attendance was as good as it was.
And the man in the center of it all, Jorge Cervantes. Who else could pull of something as completely extravagant as the party they were attending? She’d been privy to the hotel plans from early on, and it had been an incredible experience watching the faces of those people living near the place to go from confused to excited about the prospect of new business in the neighbourhood. It was just good that no one would know exactly what the business was that was happening.
Poseidon was making rounds, of course, and Charlie had someone to get back to, so she simply blew him a kiss before picking up the two drinks that had been set on the bar countertop. Her items in hand, Charlie sauntered across the floor, her hips moving a little more than usual. Skirts were far from her usual outfits of black jeans and leather jackets, so it was nice to have a change of pace.
When she reached Gwen again, Charlie held out the drink second for her to take before snaking her newly freed arm around the other woman’s waist. Gwen was dressed well past the 9’s, which was definitely a little much for the scene, but Charlie didn’t mind. She had teased her before they’d left, but standing there, she was glad to be outshined by her. “I hope you know that having you look that incredible is doing nothing for my desire to be social,” she said in a hushed tone near Gwen’s ear.
Did every stupid little thing lead to this? It might as well have.
Charlie smirked across the table from a gorgeous woman, tapping her glass against hers before bringing it to her lips to sip from the sake. It wasn’t her favourite thing in the world, but it was a tradition, and if she was going to have Gwen try Chinese food, then she needed to do it right. Sake was doing it right.
Gwen was making strides in her progress, and Charlie had to say that she was happy to see that she was adjusting. She still worried that she might be holding her down, though, or keeping her from living the life that she might want. Was she being too much like a mother or older sister? That wasn’t what she wanted to be at all, but she didn’t know how she was coming across. The blonde was so entirely used to being untethered that it was strange to adjust to having someone always be around. Someone was depending on her all the time.
“I believe you - you’re already miles ahead of where you were when you first got here,” she said in agreement. A few more months and she would be unrecognizable as a woman from a different time. Soon enough, she would be like every other cell phone toting millennial on the streets of New York.
To be sure, though, Charlie had to make sure that Gwen still wanted to live with her. That hadn’t been the original plan for her, and there were still other options if that wasn’t what she wanted. Charlie very much wanted her to stay, though. She did like having her around. Thankfully, Gwen felt similarly. “Good,” Charlie responded, cracking a smile, “I like having you around. You make me… I don’t know. Feel younger, I suppose?” Around Gwen, it felt like there was less weight on her or something. Everything just felt lighter; easier.
The waitress was coming out with a few of their dishes. The young woman set a few plates down in front of them, which all smelled amazing. Charlie breathed in deeply before staring deep into the eyes of the woman across from her. “Well, dig in, then.”
Charlie leaned back in her seat and chuckled, shaking her head at the poor, naive woman who had somehow gotten herself involved with someone like Charlotte Sinclair. Poor, poor girl. "Gwen, you're just going to have to trust me, alright?" she said. There was a twinkle in Charlie's eyes as she took in the form across the table from her. There was no way she was going to go in and explain what each item that she'd just ordered would taste like. That would ruin the surprise, and well, just be strange. She was just going to have to find out for herself.
She had looked a little terrified when the waitress had been by, though. Charlie actually felt a little bad. But, Gwen was going to have to learn. She wouldn't have Charlie as a crutch forever, if everything went according to plan and Gwen did move out on her own. She needed to learn what it was like to be out in the world in that century, even if it was a little difficult. Things were always overwhelming for her, and they simply would be for the next while. It was an inevitable process, but Charlie did hope that it would end up going somewhat smoothly with her intervention.
The waitress returned a second later with two glasses of sake and two glasses of water. Charlie took hers by the stem and raised it toward Gwen, a smile on her face. "Cheers, Gwen, to you being able to drive. Sort of," she said with a grin. It would improve with a bit more effort and practice, but for now they could celebrate what she'd accomplished in a short period of time already.
After their glasses has touched, Charlie pulled hers back and took a sip, the sake going down her throat easily. She sighed before delving into a question she'd be avoiding for some time. "So... you've got a job, you can almost drive, and you're doing pretty well with things. What do you think... about everything? Are you liking New York? Do you want your own place yet?"
Charlie nodded with a bit of a smirk at the idea. She knew very little about time travel, but she did know that it was unlike to work like that. There was very little chance - no matter how much they might've wanted it - that Gwen would live any longer than the average human person. It would be Charlie, all alone, just like it always was. But that didn't mean that she couldn't enjoy a bit of company while she was still there. Less moping, more enjoyment.
"Safe. That's for sure," Charlie scoffed with the slightest quirk of her eyebrows. Safe. But would she really be trying Chinese food? With chicken and broccoli? Charlie could make that for her back at her apartment, easy. That wasn't real Chinese food.
Raising her arm, Charlie signalled for the waitress to come to their table. "Alright, so one order of chicken and broccoli, one order of crispy ginger beef, some Szechuan chicken, some Lo Mein, and... some chicken balls." With a twinkle in her eyes, she stole the menu out of Gwen's hands and gave them both back to the waitress, having ordered more than enough for them both. "Oh, and screw it. Throw in some sake, too. I'll drive home."
The waitress nodded and pocketed the notepad that she'd taken down their order on. After watching her walk away, Charlie leaned forward a little, sticking her elbows on the tabletop. "If we're trying Chinese food, then we're trying Chinese food. The best of it. Whatever we don't eat can be leftovers." A flick of the wrist highlighted her disinterest over the the matter. If it was for something like that, then she didn't mind shelling out a bit of extra cash. Besides, it was worth it to be able to watch Gwen's face as she tried new things.
Unfortunately, Charlie still had a day job. Well, a night job most of the time. On top of her time with the Syndicate, her private investigations business was booming, as always, since there never seemed to be a shortage of cheating a**holes in New York City. Sometimes it was good, though; it was occasionally an excuse to get out of her apartment and spend some time away from the walking temptation that was Gwendolyn White. Damn her and her gorgeous features, always lying around when Charlie felt particularly in a mood.
It had been a few weeks ago that she was sitting in her parked car on that one particular street. It was a predictable case, the husband and the receptionist, but she’d needed pictures for proof. She’d gotten what she needed long before she actually split. A full coffee cup had called out to her and convinced her to stay there a little longer.
She didn’t need to take any more pictures of the man than she already had, so she turned her camera onto the surrounding street. Nothing interesting was going on, considering it was New York, except for one thing. There was a dog carrying a gym bag. At first, she figured that someone had just trained their pet well and it was nothing to focus on, but she soon realized, as she zoomed in on a snapshot, that the dog had extremely blue eyes.
Charlie, ever curious, kept returning to that same spot. Each time, she would see a different dog with the same bag and the same eyes. It was most certainly not a coincidence.
That day, she had chosen to wait, just hidden from sight, in the place that he usually walked through. When he appeared, she stepped out and made her move. ”Nice time at the gym, champ?”
Charlie snorted. If making people feel special was her power, then she would definitely be in a better place in life than in a crappy New York apartment and working to pay her rent. Seriously, 260 years and she was still as broke as ever. It was probably to do with the fact that Charlie made horrible financial choices and typically got bored of being charming after a while. She silently wished that she had been granted a power like that. ”Maybe a secondary one,” she said, steering herself back to flirting, ”but you’re welcome to test it out whenever.”
The two women were touching legs underneath the table, which didn’t bother Charlie in the slightest. It was clear that Winnie was beginning to relax and let herself fade into the atmosphere a little.
Charlie requested some details. Her lips were pursed and her head was rested on the heel of her hand as she adorned the other woman with her full attention. She was fully prepared for some kinky revelations of a night that would make most blush, since, even if she couldn’t remember many of them, that was what Charlie assumed she got up to most weekends. She was an optimist, clearly.
>>”When we met at the hotel, in the hallway, things started to get a little...nuts… Some weird black mist came through the vents and everyone...we all… Things got bad. People started going crazy. I swear I thought I saw things. Thank god that X-Man showed up when he did on the rooftop and knocked out that crazy mutant. I just hope the police locked her away for doing that stunt.”
Charlie recoiled a little as Winnie recounted the events of Halloween. Not exactly what she had assumed. There had been a mutant attack that had left Winnie scarred and the hotel forever blacklisted, even though it hadn’t been their fault at all. The blonde sat up on the bench and looked at the table rather than her companion, her brow furrowed as she thought through everything. It was a very different story than most of the ones she was told. Despite being part of what was essentially a mutant mafia, it wasn’t all that often that she dug herself into situational holes quite that deep.
”Well. No wonder you’re a little shaken up,” Charlie mused after taking a large sip of her drink. She winced just a little as the large quantity went down her throat. Damn her resetting tolerance. ”I mean, I probably would be, too, in your shoes.” Pause. ”Are you… holding up alright?”
Gwen’s comment actually made Charlie blush a little. Man, she must’ve been very charming with her to make the girl think that she was actually good company. Actually, that wasn’t possible, considering they had lived together for a few months and it was rare for Charlie to maintain any sort of charisma for more than a few hours. Maybe Gwen had been poisoned or something. Or Charlie didn’t let her out enough.
Whatever it was, it was working. Gwen didn’t hate the idea of spending a while with Charlie. Actually, she liked the idea. Charlie couldn’t imagine being on her end, but she appreciated that it was possible.
”Sweetheart, I’d want you around if you were as old and decrepit as any old woman in a nursing home,” Charlie told her honestly, placing her hand on the middle of Gwen’s back as the entered the restaurant. ”But yeah, I think we can make it a fun while.” The words stung a little as they left her mouth. Sure, Gwen wanted to spend this time with her and they would get it, but it would end. Even as they stood there in the restaurant, that time would end. It would always end and there was nothing she or anyone else could do about it.
Charlie sucked in a quick breath, working hard to shove her feelings back down where they belonged. She then turned to the main floor of the restaurant and walked forward, guiding Gwen to a table. It was only a little busy, since they were slightly too late for the lunch rush, but far too early for dinner. She had chosen a small table off to the side, placed nicely next to the window that gave them the view of the little alley beside the restaurant. New York truly was a gem.
She sat down in the far seat and picked up the menu in front of her, scanning it quickly. It wasn’t of much use, though, since she already pretty much knew what she wanted. There were only so many times that one person could eat Chinese food before they started to play a little bit of favouritism. She set the menu on the table and then directed her attention back to Gwen. ”Anything sound appealing?”
She shouldn’t have taken the joke that far. Charlie knew that, but it had just come out. It bothered her at night that she would only know Gwen for a short while. She was just another speck of human existence that would be carried away in the wind in a matter of years. Some other sad reminder of how meaningless and droll Charlie’s life would always be. That was what really scared her - not that she might lose Gwen; that was a given - but that she would have to keep going on after that.
But Gwen had just been enjoying her time. She didn’t deserve to be bogged down with thoughts like that. Charlie heard her let out a quiet gasp beside her and figured that it was just some realization of what was bound to happen. She ignored her and the little pang of regret in her stomach.
New York traffic was, as always, deplorable, but Charlie kept her road rage to a minimum. If nothing else, Gwen was helping her to be a better citizen and to keep her cool. Not a single bird was given to a single driver by her that day.
The Chinese food place was only a few blocks from where they were practicing, so it didn’t take them all that long to get there. Charlie pulled the car into a nearby lot and parked it. She slid out of her seat and began to walk toward the restaurant, wordlessly expecting Gwen to follow her. After hearing footsteps, Charlie turned ever so slightly to face her. She knew that Gwen was still getting used to navigating the streets of New York, so she didn’t want to leave her completely on her own.
”Sorry for - uh - getting… dark back there,” Charlie said softly just as they reached the front door of the restaurant. She did regret putting that hardship on Gwen’s shoulders. ”That’s something I have to deal with, not you. I mean, you don’t even have to stick around me for long enough for that to happen if you don’t want to. I’m not exactly the best company anyway.”
Their hands had brushed gently when they switched seats. It was like some horribly cliche meet-cute in some horrible cliche romance movie, where one of the characters was an immortal a-hole and the other was a time traveller. Of course, the two characters were also both female and were living together, but not together like that. And part of a modern day mafia. Okay, so less cliche, but still, the hand brushing thing had made Charlie shake her head.
Gwen blushed once again because of it, though, so that was cute. As the blonde settled into her seat and adjusted the various things in the car, she snuck a glance at her companion through the mirror. She seemed to be deep in thought about something. Charlie wondered if it could possibly be her.
She had actually figured that the days of crushing and wondering if she had a chance with someone had ended when she had surpassed two-hundred pathetic years on the earth, but that clearly wasn’t the case. She had met a girl and things were just different between the two of them. She didn’t get to assume that things were just going to happen; she had to wait and see.
>>“Remember, only one of us will go.”
Charlie raised her eyebrows and let out a breath. ”Yeah, and the other will be left to pick up the pieces.” It was a sad reality, but it was her reality. Whenever she happened to get attached to someone, they eventually left her all alone to deal with the fallout. That was how it was, and that was how it was going to be. Thinking differently would be setting herself up for failure and heartbreak.
”Anyway,” Charlie continued, clearing her throat, ”Still good with Chinese?” She assumed that the answer would be yes, considering how much she had talked the place up, so she moved the car forward and drove onto the actual street. She joined the line of traffic going in their intended direction and followed the flow forward.
