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.
Fresh air was a nice improvement from the musky smell of the bar's basement. Charlie stood on the street, sipping the beer she'd swiped from someone's table as she examined her surroundings. She remembered pieces of the fire, but it was a little bit hazy. She thought... she had saved a few people? Whatever helpful mood that had caused her to do a thing like that had passed.
The fire was mostly out and there were still firefighters ensuring that it wouldn't start back up again. It seemed like her work there was done. All she needed to do was find her stuff and then be on her way.
Despite the fire having been mostly put out, there was still a large crowd gathered across the street. They weren't looking at the building, though; instead, they were gathered in a circle to look at something on the ground.
Charlie pushed her way forward to get a look at what was going on. There, on the ground, buck naked and cupping himself, was a teenage boy. He seemed familiar.
Oh! She knew him! He was...
Ah, shoot. He was... related to her? No, that definitely wasn't it. He was... that kid that ran into the building after she'd warned him not to. Yes, that was it. Only, if her memory wasn't completely screwing with her, the last time she'd seen him, he'd looked a little more crispy. How did he get from that to this?
"You okay, kid?" Charlie spoke above the other conversations, raising an eyebrow as she looked at him. He looked cold and embarrassed. It was just too bad that she'd left her jacket elsewhere so she couldn't drape it over him.
Charlie wasn't really one to brag, but she was a decent liar. In all honesty, she wasn't all that surprised when Vanessa bought her story, even if she seemed a little suspicious. She could deal with suspicious; it wasn't all that difficult to clear up if you knew what to say, which Charlie often did.
>>”Come inside, then; you’ll bake out there.”
The woman snorted, "is that your way of calling me pale?" A good way to get someone comfortable with you was to throw in a little bit of lighthearted humour. Yes, Charlie knew that she was, in fact, quite fair, but that didn't mean she couldn't feign hurt at the comment.
"Thank you, though. I really didn't think that this would work. It's really sweet of you to let me in like this," she commented, opening the window and manoeuvring her way into the apartment. Vanessa was still holding that hammer thing, so she had to be careful not to raise any more suspicion than what was already there. Thankfully, she was pretty, and she could play that fact up. While she was sliding into the apartment, she let her shirt raise just a little bit more than normal. It didn't reveal anything, but it sure as heck did hint.
After a minute, she was standing in her target's apartment. Really not the best plan, but she'd had worse. At least, she was pretty sure that she had. It was a little hazy.
She did her best to try to get a good look at the place without being too obvious about the fact that she was surveying it. She only met Vanessa's eyes again after another minute had passed.
>>”So… do you have a name? Cute stalker chick has a nice ring to it, but I figured I’d ask.”
"Oh, yeah. Sorry. I get ahead of myself sometimes. I'm-" Charlie "-Cece. Cece Jacobs." Charlie was used to using fake names when people asked. Usually, she picked something close enough to her real name that she would still recognize when someone was trying to get her attention if she was distracted.
Absentmindedly, she held her bag at her side, careful not to let her camera peek out. "So what about you? Should I call you Hot Chick With the Hammer, or do you have something a little more personal?" She really was hot. That wasn't an act.
For the most part, Charlie did her best not to involve herself in other people's business. Far too messy. Every once and a while, though, she helped someone out, and it felt good. Like, really good. It made her want to do something crazy. Again.
>>“I really appreciate you sticking up for me. I don’t normally dress like this. It’s just…..”
With a furrowed brow, Charlie surveyed the girl. She didn't look all that horrible to her. Okay, it wasn't awesome, but she was pulling it off. A little more confidence and the girl would really be able to make it work. Really, there were few things that a young body couldn't do.
She stepped around the girl to get a better picture of what she looked like in the outfit, pushing aside a few people in order to do so. "Yeah, okay. It's not awesome," she admitted. She definitely didn't look bad, but she didn't look comfortable, which was the most important thing. She needed to change, that was for sure.
>>"Did I tell you sorry for bumping into you and thank you for telling those jocks off. Well, sorry and thank you. Hey, can I get you something? I’m going to buy one of those overpriced ugly shirts over there but after that, I’m going to grab something to eat and drink. Do you want anything?”
"You said it, kiddo. Don't worry. You're welcome, anyhow," Charlie chuckled and clapped the girl on the back. She was actually really adorable. It just made her want to help the girl and make her feel comfortable again. It was a strange feeling; she didn't usually want to spend longer with anyone than she had to.
With a shrug, she agreed, "sure, I could use another beer. I'm Charlie, by the way. Do you have a name, or should I just call you 'Sexy Girl'?" She pointed to the girl's t-shirt for reference. The more she looked at it, the more she realised how bad it really was. It was just a shame that most of the shirts they were selling at the festival looked like bags.
Sexy Girl opened her purse to discover that her wallet had been stolen. "Well that's a f***ing bummer," Charlie pointed out as she scrounged up a cigarette from her own bag and lit it with a floral lighter. "What was inside? Anything important? If it was just cash, I'll pay for your t-shirt or something."
The waste-of-a-life teenager was clearly not going to last long. Charlie realised that she shouldn't have wasted one of her last breaths addressing him. It wasn't going to do any good.
It would, however, compel him to hold up a burned finger in response to her comment. Lying on her stretcher, she chuckled to herself. Well, at the very least, he got to be a teenager for his last few breaths. It had been forever since she'd been a teenager. She had almost no recollection of what it was like.
She did, however, hope that it had been like that. Using his final moments on the earth to stick it to the (wo)man one final time. Good on him.
The world was growing fainter. It was almost over. It was al-
GODDAMN F***ING COLD!
Charlie shot awake a second later, on the floor of the bar. Was it winter? Since when did Roger keep the basement so goddamn cold? She drew herself into a ball and rubbed her bare skin, trying to regain some warmth.
As she finally stood and gathered her clothes from the little box in the corner, she tried to remember where she had last been. As much as she hated the cold, it was helping to jog her memory a bit. She spotted the faulty air conditioning unit as she did up her pants and adjusted the shirt she'd found in the box. She had been...
Oh! In that burning building across the street! She'd... left her clothes somewhere. She needed to go get those. There were actually a few expensive things that she would maybe be able to salvage for once. That would save her quite a bit of cash over the next month. With a new mission, she marched up the stairs, grabbed an unattended beer, and went back out into the street.
All she had to do was remember where she had left her things...
Charlie did not remember following her to work. In fact, she didn't even remember where exactly she worked. Did she stalk the school that she'd seen her come out of? She did not remember that. It must've been before she'd respawned. That fact did not help her case with the prawn any, though. She was still deleting photos. How many did she feel the need to remove?
Finally, she stopped. Charlie thought that she was in the clear, but immediately afterwards, Jack took out the memory card. The memory card. "That's expensive!" Charlie protested. She was already losing out on the payment from this job, and she did not want to have to pay to replace her equipment.
Crunch.
Charlie winced as the memory card was destroyed. There it was, just gone. There were other pictures on there, too. Ones from other cases that she couldn't remember if she had backed up or not. That would set her back immensely.
"F***. You," Charlie snarled, kicking a nearby box at the prawn. She'd just destroyed one of the most expensive parts of the camera and then placed it far out of her reach. She'd have to climb something to get it down.
The shrimp woman was already walking away, though. It was too late to do anything in public. What a waste. What a f****** waste. "Next time I won't pull my punches!" she shouted after the woman. It was stupid and she realized that, but she was mad. Yelling was one of the few ways that she knew how to get her anger out.
With a huff, she began to move boxes to climb in order to get her camera down.
Charlie hated being burned. She’d tried to convince herself that it wasn’t as bad as she’d remembered it being, but really, it was excruciating.
Each time that one of the three people stepped close to the fire, she stepped in front, taking the brunt of the flame. It was horrible, but she pushed through, using the blisters, the searing pain, and the intense cold to spur her on. Thankfully, they were able to make it to an exit.
Emergency personnel were on the scene, ready to help, so she ushered the people out of the building. She held the door open for them, feeling her hands get even worse, somehow. Was it possible to burn an already burned patch of skin?
The four people tumbled through the door that Charlie had pushed open and were immediately greeted by emergency personnel. Charlie felt herself being lifted and some sort of blanket being wrapped around her as she shivered on the ground. The blanket really didn't do much to keep away the cold. By that point, she knew she didn't have all that long left to live.
She was placed on a gurney and wheeled toward one of the ambulances parked in front of the building. Already, she could see that the people she'd led out of the building were receiving help, and the firefighters were putting out the flame. No lives would really be lost that day.
Except...
"What the hell, kid? I thought I told you to stay outside!" Charlie demanded through a hoarse voice as she saw the brunette kid from the crowd earlier be wheeled past her. He did not look alright. In fact, he looked to be in worse shape than she was. There was no way he had very long. What a damn shame.
As soon as the hold was broken, Charlie started to rush at the prawn, her arms extended to grab her camera. Soon enough, though, she stopped. What did not being a d*** entail? She didn’t really know, but she did know that trying to take the woman down was probably covered by the criteria.
Instead, she huffed, rolled her lips in, and glared at her former target. She could feel the gun she had holstered under her jacket, but she didn’t touch it. Whatever the woman was made of, it felt hard. Charlie wasn’t even sure that a bullet would do much of anything, and it would just make things worse for her camera. She wasn’t about to risk that.
She frowned intensely and crossed her arms over her chest as she watched Jack flip through her photos. Yes, she was thorough, if that was even what she’d tried to say. She had to be thorough if she was going to get any sort of lead, and if she was going to have any hope of remembering if she died part way through.
>>“Did sun-one send you?”
Charlie rolled her eyes. ”No, I just follow around weird shrimp people for fun,” she snapped. The case was a bust by that point anyway, and the pay wasn’t even that great. The only thing she was still concerned about was getting her camera back. ”You done?”
She eyed the camera in the rainbow mutant’s hands, trying to calculate whether or not she would be able to just grab it from her.
Mechanical Zombie Electronica Festival? Charlie was so there.
Music had evolved astronomically in the time that she’d been alive, and Charlie loved all of it. Back when she was living her first life, music could only be made with instruments and heard live, so there just wasn’t very much of it. Most of the 1900s were blank for her in that life, but she assumed that there was some sort of industrial revolution that resulted in people being able to listen to music whenever, wherever. Whatever had happened, Charlie didn’t really care; she just enjoyed being able to hear it all.
She’d been turned onto the electronica festival by a one-night fling and decided to turn it into two nights. She’d lost the woman after just the second act, though, and she didn’t try hard to find her again. It would be more fun to just experience it without someone hanging off of her arm the whole time.
So, experience it she did. There was a guy giving out tattoos in the back of a truck for a stupidly low price, so Charlie got an elaborate dreamcatcher on her forearm. It took a few hours, but it was a three-day festival. She was fine to waste a little while for a cool experience.
With her throbbing forearm and a floral romper that didn’t cover a whole lot, Charlie reentered the crowds. There was a band playing on the main stage, but they weren’t excellent, so she stayed near a drink line. The area was filled with drunk a**holes, but she knew how to handle herself. Any hand that reached out to touch her received a quick slap away.
Suddenly, there was a weight pressed against her that was not a hand. Charlie turned around to see that she’d been bumped into by a young girl. She was pretty, blonde, and wearing a skimpy outfit. Maybe if she was a few years older…
She wasn’t, though. She also looked a little lost, like a small dog without an owner. Charlie didn’t usually get involved in other people’s business, but she looked so sad and alone. Plus, there was a group of men trying to take advantage of her.
”You okay, kiddo?” she shouted over the music. Quickly, she leaned forward and slapped away a few hands that were trying to wander their way back to the young girl. ”You’ll keep your hands to yourself if you know what’s good for you,” she warned.
Without a target, Charlie was left without anything else to do. She was standing all alone on the street, almost waiting for something to happen to her...
"What the fu-" Charlie shouted as she felt herself being yanked away. Typically, she wasn't yanked off of her feet without some kind of warning, least of all to some sketchy alleyway. There were so many things that were just not alright with that situation. So many. Her mouth was being covered by some sort of hand thing that prevented her from making any noise.
Charlie flailed against her captor, but it really wasn't any use. She wasn't all that strong, and there wasn't much she could do against the prawn. Yes, that was right. She was being abducted by her target, of all people. She supposed that, in a way, it made sense, since she hadn't exactly done a stellar job of the stalking bit, but still. It was a little much.
>>“Iss you don’t want trou’le, do as I say. Can-era. Now.”
Hand over her camera? At least, that was what she had interpreted.
No, that was not going to fly. There were few possessions in the world that Charlie actually cared about, but her camera was one of them. It had taken her a while to save up for it, to pick it out, then get used to how it worked. She'd had it for almost three years, which was a long time for her to have much of anything. She tended to lose things. Not that camera, though.
"Go f**k yourself," she spat at Jack, not caring for her own personal wellbeing. It didn't matter all that much, anyway; so long as her camera was alright. It was worth more than she was.
Charlie hung her head backwards and let out a noise of annoyance. The woman had changed course, which meant that she was probably on to her. The winking had been a stupid idea. Now, she had no choice but to follow her or wait until everything died down and then try again.
Charlie wasn’t exactly the patient type.
Heeled black boots clicked along the pavement as she tracked the steps of the prawn from a ways back. She had to be very careful; too close and it would become blatantly obvious that she was following her, too far and the trail would go cold. It was a delicate balance, one that Charlie hadn’t been all that great at maintaining of late.
She remembered vaguely that she had some sort of training or at least practice with stalking people, but she couldn’t remember that life at all. Everything she was doing was based on what she did remember from other lives and her intuition. Unfortunately, neither of those were entirely reliable.
The woman veered right, and so did she. Once she rounded the corner, though, Jack was gone. There was absolutely no sign the rainbow mutant. With a sigh, Charlie stood in front of an alleyway and spun around without avail. She would have to try again later after all. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
The blonde was standing in the mouth of the alleyway, camera out and eyes narrowed as she focused on the street in front of her.
Charlie didn't look back at the crowd as she stepped toward the big, flaming building. She'd worn her tough act in front of all those people, but as she felt the heat of the fire on her skin, she began to hear her heart speed up.
Her nerves could stick it, though. She began to channel whatever fear she was feeling into adrenaline and kept going. She was going into that building no matter what. There were worse ways to die, after all. She would know.
With a deep breath, she pulled up her socks and opened the door of the building. The handle was scalding, but she powered through the feeling of burning flesh with just a wince and a little yelp. There would be a lot more of that to come.
She was immediately greeted by a rush of orange flame, hungry for the oxygen that she'd just let in. The door slammed shut behind her and she had officially just trapped herself in a burning building.
"Call out if you're in here!" she yelled down the hallway before bursting into a fit of coughing. Immediately, she wished that she'd brought her jacket with her to cover her nose and mouth with. Instead, she settled for her quickly blistering hand.
There was a muted response just a little ways off, so Charlie ran forward as quickly as she could manage while crouched below the smoke. She was careful to stay away from the burning walls or any other large patches of fire.
The restaurant was just a little one, with a dinning room, a kitchen, an office, and two upper levels. The second level was used by a yoga group, and the uppermost level was only used for storage. As far as Charlie knew, there were no yoga groups in that day, so it was mostly just the first floor that they had to worry about. The dinning room and the kitchen both had great fire escapes, but the office did not.
The blonde ran into the cramped little room, having managed to successfully avoid the fire for the most part, and found three workers trapped in the cramped little room. "Come on, I'll lead you out of her," she said and nodded toward the door.
Cautiously, the three of them stood, and Charlie took a deep breath followed by a coughing fit as she prepared to go the way she came.
JULIETTE Face claim name: Odette Annable Power: Light manipulation Favorite hobbies: Running (the big one), reading, working as a nurse/health teacher, yoga Place of birth: Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic And anything else you want to have in the aesthetic: Juliette's colour is gold ASTRID Face claim name: Natalia Dyer (here are some reference pictures: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5) Power: Black, flight-capable wings with crystal body transformation (reference pictures are on her profile) Favorite hobbies: Playing the cello, crime, murder, imitating better criminals, gothic fashion. Place of birth: Loches, France And anything else you want to have in the aesthetic: Astrid's colour is 1cb0cc and lots of black would be awesome!
NATALIE Face claim name: Katie McGrath Power: Illusion creation Favorite hobbies: Playing the piano, debating, knitting. Place of birth: Chicago, Illinois, USA And anything else you want to have in the aesthetic: She works as a lawyer and has a six-year-old daughter. Natalie's colour is thistle.
CHARLIE Face claim name: Margot Robbie Power: Death-based immortality Favorite hobbies: Anything that makes her adrenaline pump, playing guitar, photography. Place of birth: London, England And anything else you want to have in the aesthetic: Charlie works as a private investigator and is 260 years old. Her colour is bluegrey.
Her last mistake had been following too closely behind the woman. She was not going to do the same thing twice, that was for sure. As she trailed the rainbow form, she made sure to stay far enough back that she could blend in with the crowds and duck behind objects if she needed to.
Despite the fact that she was far away from the woman, her camera was able to make up the distance. The long-range camera was able to capture perfectly still photos with incredible detail. It had cost her a pretty penny, but it was well worth it. She couldn't even count how many times it had saved a case of hers.
She walked carefully along the pavement, making sure not to get too close or seem too conspicuous. From what she could tell, they were heading to Target. That was actually great. Maybe she could get some of her errands done when she was done.
She'd been pressing the "end call" button when she was pushed forward. Charlie stumbled into the street, clutching at her phone for dear life. Sure, she'd only had it for about a month, but she really didn't want to lose another one. She did that enough as it was, considering the fact that they were often stolen when she died.
A car raced by the place where she had been standing just a second before as she stepped back onto the curb. A millisecond longer and she would have been roadkill. Angrily, she turned around to see who the culprit could have been.
In that sea of people, her guess was as good as anyone's, so she took a deep breath as she resigned to letting it go. There were clearly more important matters at hand. Like the teenager that clearly did not understand what happened when you went into burning buildings.
Standing next to the three people that had already crowded around the boy to try to deter him, Charlie placed her finger dead in the middle of his chest. "Listen, kid, I get that you want to be heroic and all that s**t, but this really isn't worth potentially dying over. Leave it to the professionals, 'kay?"
She stepped away from the crowd and dropped her jacket, wallet, and cell phone in a pile at the mouth of a little alleyway. They were the only things that she actually cared about saving from a burning building. "Watch these for a sec, will you?" she asked the woman that she'd initially asked about the police. In response, the woman merely shrugged. It didn't exactly fill her with confidence, but it was better than running into the building with them or leaving them completely unattended.
"Alright, the police and fire department are on their way, so just sit tight, or whatever. Just please don't run in, okay?" she took a deep sigh as she prepared to make herself the biggest hypocrite in history. She knew that (in a way) she would be alright but to everyone else, she was just some woman running into a burning building alone. All she could do was trust that they wouldn't be stupid enough to think that they should follow her.
Without looking both ways, Charlie ran across the street toward the fire.
