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.
"I can move stuff when I make music," she said, flopping back and running a nervous hand through her hair, kinda exposing an outtie belly button in the process but not taking notice. "It kind of gives me a head ache. I have one right now cause I did it before I bumped into you. That's how I could eat. I don't like what I did, though. I stole from someone, but I was really hungry. It doesn't make it better. I didn't steal a lot, just ten dollars, and now I feel like an asshole for doing it. That is why I am pissy, not you, so you know... This sucks. I never stole before. It didn't give me any good feelings or highs, it just felt desperate. Like... I got up there and sang and made some dude's wallet come out of his pocket and pretended to flirt with him to pick it up and took the dude's money. Who does that?"
He had actually listened to her this time, rather than poo poo away her words. Then his hands were on either side of her head and he was looking at her face like she was something more precious than one of his dolls, and she could have... ducked her head, could have broken free of his little bit of a boxing in, but instead, she watched him come forward. His mouth was soon on hers, and she shuddered, not in disgust, but something she couldn't even name for the innocent she was. And of course, she stood there dumbfounded by this action, until she felt his hand move to her hip as if to try and pull her closer or something. Martha was transfixed.
She opened up to his kiss, not liking the taste of smoke but not caring either, because he was distracting her to some sort of madness. Were her legs supposed to feel watery? Was her belly supposed to clench? She knew nothing about this, for it was forbidden to her to learn about it before. Defiance was breaking into the scene... Not against him, but against the whole thing that trapped her within the Gypsy community even now after she was long gone. A f***ing gorger was kissing her, and older one, who smelled like stale smoke and tasted like an ashtray, but damn, what a kiss.
And the way his hand was on her face? She made a sound and ended up wrapping her arms around the man, learning quickly on the art of kissing back. Holy crap.
Suddenly, she wrenched away from him. It was too much for her senses, too much in just a moment. She managed to maybe walk away about ten feet before turning around and giving him a most bewildered look, lips all parted and swollen from his assault. Her cheeks were flushed and her dark eyes glittered with some inner fire, a fire he would know he stoked. Her heart was pounding, her brain swam, she was breathing hard. She was dumbfounded for a good minute or two before she kind of... walked slowly to close the distance again, then threw herself against him to catch and hold onto, her mouth crashing, once again, to his.
She eyed the flower, then Rhett, knowing it was the Puppeteer, and not Rhett who gave it to her. Hey, she didn't know he was only twice her age, but they didn't know much about each other at all. She took the flower and put it in her hair, "Thank you, weird dolly. That's so sweet of you!" The gypsy patted the doll gently on the head. She was lost, and gave said lost look when Rhett made the comment about her butt.
Martha saw that Rhett looked kinda worn out. She was kind of worn out herself. "Look, I don't know how else to tell you that I ain't no thief." She gave a shrug. "I ended up thievin a whoppin' ten dollars just so I could eat... Got some dude's wallet the way you asked me to get that phone... I took the money out, and pretended that I found the wallet, and the drunk son of a b*tch gave me $100 for 'finding' it. I went and shoved food in my face, and after I wasn't so hungry, I felt guilty. I ended up givin' the money to a homeless guy so HE could eat, and even then, it didn't make me feel any better. I don't like usin' my power for the wrong reasons." She held up her palms. There it was. "WHat happens if the cops DO catch us? I ain't never been in jail. You gonna bail on me, old man? You don't seem like the type to stick around when a girl is in trouble, you seem like it would be you and your dollies. How do I know you ain't gonna ditch me and make me pay for you draggin me into your mess?"
She wasn't yelling this, she was actually talking nicely to him now, trying to appeal to whatever decent side he had, which he did have one, he just didn't act like he did, "You want me to be your gal Friday in some crime spree but you ain't showin' me nothin' to make me think you are worth me bein' your gal Friday, worth all that guilt and worth stealin for. You asked ME to show you MY worth, and you're sitting there flashing money you probably stole off of some baby because you're that type of guy, to steal candy from a baby. You want ME to do stuff for you, and you want ME to put my morals away for YOU, but you ain't really doin' shit for me but handing me paper I don't want from you. I want a solid f***ing reason from you that would make me actually consider goin' to the dark side."
She let him guide her away from the stare of the creepy thing that appeared in some window. Jesus, what in the hell was that thing? His hand was on her back and she was surprisingly not disgusted. No, she, who was forbidden to even date a boy, let alone be touched by a damn gorger man. But she didn't protest.
"I don't want trouble at all, Mister... And you are Trouble with a capital 'T,'" she said, and once they were away from the prying eyes of his "girlfriend," and he had stopped walking, she did pull away and look him in the eye. "I am a loner. Being around here would be like I never ran away from the Gypsy life... All your minions, man... And you bellowing... Yeah, I dunno." She shrugged and put some distance between them. She might be softening up to him, but she was still a damn innocent, untouched, pure... whatever. Her V-card was still firmly clutched in her hand and she had no intention of even encouraging a kiss. But there was that part of her, and it disturbed her since the man had to be, what, thrice her age? She wondered what he would do if she dressed up like a doll and then was aghast at herself.
Nope... Nopppe... She had to disentangle herself from this f***ing weird situation she had gotten herself into, with this old man who was getting under her skin. He wouldn't get her with his subtle attempts, anyways... It was all or nothing. She leaned back against the nearest support, thrusting her hands in her pocket and giving him that resting bitch face, but those eyes were all up on him and showing interest she shouldn't be showing.
"You ain't got what I am lookin' for. You and me, we're from different worlds. Where I come from, if you are a mutant, you are cursed. My family is loud and annoyin', and they treat me like a kid even though I ain't and tell me I'm getting to old to get married to a good gypsy boy just cause I aint 14 and married and lah dee dah. I just got rid of em, ya hear? I can't be givin' up my solitude when I just found it." And then she shrugged. Yup, she was a hard nut to crack and pretty words just weren't enough.
At this point, she pulled the elastic out of her hair, seeing as the riotous curls had escaped the messy up do anyways. She dropped it by accident, and it hit the wall behind her, so she turned around and bent down to get it, and boy did he get a view of what she was hiding under that baggy shirt of hers. When she straightened, he would also see that her curls went all the way down her back.
She wasn't even trying to get some oggling from him at that point, she just wanted to fix her hair before she walked back to her car.
She went in and right to the bed sitting down and covering her face. "I am sorry!" she said, not having meant to yell at him like she had. She was just freaking out, right? She took a few deep breaths and raked her fingers through her hair. "Don't go," she said, "Sit here with me, kid. Will ya?"
"I don't know!" She cried out. She ducked her head, she was so very overwhelmed with this new concept. "I don't... I... I just... Holy sh** this place." But she didn't walk out. He was trying to appeal to her somehow and she was just freaking out, and she felt awful, so freakin awful.
"I don't want food, just help me get a room so I can be alone, please... Ok? I don't want to even be here."
Why in the hell was she still there? Why in the hell was this man getting under her skin, this old f***ing gorger with the weird obsession with his ragtag band of dolls? What the hell was the awareness that slithered slowly from head to toe when his eyes raked over her. The virgin in her screamed inwardly, a constant beating of "What in the hell are you doing, letting this old man look at you like that. Stop it. You stop it now!" And then the vixen hidden under layers of proper upbringing was thrilled with him raking his eyes all over like he could see through her clothes.
She canted her head and said, "Well, that is interesting that you just insulted yourself, weirdo. Sticking dolls up in caves." She snorted and then leaned just a little bit closer, standing now almost between his knees with hers almost touching the bumper with her knees. She did something bold next, grabbing the money... All of it, should he not stop her anyways, and then she tucked the bills into his pocket, then she said even softer, "If I wanted your money, I would have taken the offer the first time."
Martha returned that raking look. He would soon figure out, most likely, that she was interested in something else he might have to offer, even if she didn't know what in the sam hill that was. "But I didn't... Tell me why you want me so bad, hmm? What is so damn special about me that you are starting to obsess like you can bend me like one of your barbies?" The air kind of... sizzled? Was that the right description?
She backed away a few steps, her fingers trailing innocently, inexperienced, unwittingly down on the way away from his pocked until lifting from his knee. "You and your dolls remind me of my family... And that ain't a compliment."
"See? You just don't get it. You want me to stir up trouble with you, pretend I am Bonnie while you play Clyde? Hmm? If I do that for your two grand, and I get caught by the cops playin' this Bonnie character, you'll leave me in the dust and laugh your ass of like one of your dolls said somethin' funny to you. I ain't interested in doin' the kind of shit you have on your beady little brain. What in your mind..." again, she paused and moved close enough that he could smell the Chanel no. 5 that the last two grand had brought, subtly drifting up toward his nostrils. He had her fascinated with him, it wasn't hard to see that. "What in your mind has you thinkin' that I want to be your gal Friday in business? Did I... Give you the impression I liked ya?"
Her eyes, he would see, were glittering with a mixture of annoyance and... Intrigue? What the shit? But not for the thievery. Never that. "I don't want trouble in mah life," she said, quiet, but loud enough to hear over his music, "I don't want some old f***er thinkin' I am some kid lookin' for a piece of candy. What is so hard for you to get about any of that sh*t, coot? Did I not explain myself clearly to you? I ain't interested." Not in the money.
She looked him up and down, then gave him a raised eyebrow. She didn't walk away yet, didn't move from right in front of him where he could simply reach out and touch her if he was a mind to. She was trying to show she wasn't afraid, more than anything, to look him in the face and tell him no. "Ask me one more time to do somethin' nefarious, and I'll make one of your dollies go cave diving somewhere you don't want that dolly." And she looked down at the pee stained doll, nodding down at it and then back up to Rhett, "Your nerdy boy won't see daylight for a long time."
She listened quietly as he offered to basically have her back. Get her some food? Stay for the night? God, she was overwhelmed with the size of the place. It caused her to remain silent for quite a bit. Her eyes went to his face and she said eventually, "What is this place, really? It's too big," she sounded genuinely upset about that.
Again, though, she was used to tight spaces. Hell, the city kind of scared her too! She fell back a step and the knot grew in her tummy, "Maybe this ain't such a good idea. Maybe I can just go sleep in my car."
The sound of Guns'n'Roses was blasting loud enough that it cut through to her ears even though she had earbuds in. She turned the volume up and began to dance to something more with more of a beat. Not a care was given in the world... She didn't even hear him calling her over to him. She went on dancing, shaking her rear but not in a big way. As she turned, however, and eventually looked up... It was to see the face of the son of a b*tch who skeezed her out before. Oh god, how did this happen?
She scowled and turned her mp3 player off, yanking out one earbud and saying, "Ugh, you? Really? Tch, ugh." She looked and sounded annoyed. "What do you want? I gave you your show that ya asked for, I sang for mah dinner. A deal was a deal." She eyed Rhett like he was the weirdest weirdo ever. If that wasn't weird enough, he had a doll she didn't remember seeing at the park. It was a creepy, pudgy, and putrid looking thing. Dude had issues.
Martha didn't want to walk up to him, but he had said something to her and she wanted to know, for some odd reason... Perhaps curiosity... what he said. Even though he gave her the heeby jeebies the last time they met... And he stunk like cigarettes... And he was a nutjob who played with more dollies than she ever did, and THAT was saying something considering how girly she was. Hah...
She had actually taken up a room for a short time. She didn't have to pay rent, there was free food, and she could focus on building up a bank account with her very own independence. Cold. Hard. Cash.
Stealing just wasn't something she could do... Every time she used her gift the way she did, she felt like she exploited it... And having someone pay her to do stuff like that felt kind of the same. It was like a violation. He clearly had loose morals, this gorger. He was the kind of person the Gyspy mommas and papas warned girls about, a bogey man of sorts, yes? He had that... vibe about him... But then there was this weird, child like quality to him that had a person feel like they were watching a train wreck... You know, stop, stare, and cannot look away? Yes, indeedy.
Martha pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her bosoms defiantly. Her chin lifted and she kind of did this thing with her foot. "Money to be made, right? But you are asking me to take from people wait ain't mine? Thank you for considerin' me for that position, but I'm gonna have ta kindly decline. See, I am a loner. I like my alone time, space in mah personal bubble 'at you seem to have no care for. I like makin' my own choices. To put it short for ya, I would rather stab myself in the eye with a wet noodle. I would rather," she paused and moved in closer, "Eat a plate full of spiders. But you... Do not get that concept."
She gave him an indifferent shrug as she got out of the car. She stared at the massive building ahead, and... did not feel good about it at all, but she wouldn't say this to Iggy, for he was trying to be nice to her and she had been a turd. She sighed and followed him across the lawn, doing all she could not to turn around and go back to her car.
There was such thing as too big for a young woman who was used to living in the close quarters of a trailer her whole life. One extreme to the next.
She kind of rolled her eyes in her grump funk, he was too effing cheerful for her right at the moment. She was not always like this, she felt bad to some degree, but she had been curled up in the back seat of her car plenty of nights and such. She was just... tired and hungry, and she had to admit that she was kind of scared being in a bigger city than Louisville.
She had to turn onto another street to get turned around and stuff, and with his help, she coaxed her Pinto hoopty mobile toward the Mansion, only stalling twice on the way.
She didn't merely just recoil, but if he wasn't quick to get his hands off of her, he might not like the feeling of her hand slamming backwards toward his jewels. "Back of, you old fart. Personal bubble, k?" She rolled her eyes, and almost tore the damn card up, but she stuck it in her pocket where the money had been originally. "Not interested, you have fun with your dollies. Kay? Bye." And she couldn't get away faster.
About two or three days later, she wasn't desperate. The card wasn't even in her thoughts... No. She was just enjoying the music blasting through her earphones. Ahh, sweet solitude! She thought as she walked along the sidewalk. This was her in her element, this quiet person who wasn't putting on a performance just to sustain herself. She wore butt hugging jeans and a tee, flip flops on her feet and hair put up into a messy bun.
She was relaxed... and the last person she expected to run into was that creepy Puppeteer with his legion of scary little action figures and that awful teddy bear who probably talked in tongues... Not that it scared her at all, but he was such a weirdo.
She peered at him as if bored. "Fine, I'll check it out... But I dunno about stayin." She threw her hands up. It wasn't the whole... burger thing... it was that she wanted to be a lone wolf. Truth was, it wasn't that easy going from big family to nothing at all. She wasn't even happy about it. She just wanted to live a quiet life and not steal pocketbooks for money and blah blah blah.
She grumbled and got into the car, indicating for him to get in to tell her the way. "Martha," she said grumpily.
"I'll do you one better, you old codger," She growled, but nevertheless, the girl rolled her eyes, hitched up her sleeves and started to sing a song she listened to a lot once she left home, "Now and then I think of when we were together... Like when you said you felt so happy you could die... Told myself that you were right for me, but felt so lonely in your company... But that was love and it's an ache I still remember..." She honed in on the woman, and skipped the next verse to get right to the chorus so she could belt the tune out, reaching out toward the woman as she bent over... She jerked her hand as she belted the chorus out like she was pissed off at some imaginary lover.
"But you didn't have to cut me off! Make out like it never happened and we were nothing!" The woman's hand would jerk like it had been violently smacked, the phone flew into the grass, knocking the glasses off the woman so she would have to search for those first, and then her phone. "And I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger and it feels so rough..." The phone started to drag through the grass, starting slow and then moving faster. "You didn't have to stoop so low, have your friends collect your records and then change your number. I guess I didn't need that, though... Now you're just somebody that I used to know." She had the phone in hand as she ended the chorus, turned and slid the screen lock to end whatever phone call was being made.
She had a head ache. Damn. Bringing her free hand to her forehead, she ran her hand over her forehead. Then she smiled and said, "Easy. Now I am going to return the phone because I ain't a thief. I tried to steal the other day and felt too much like sh*t. Sorry. Besides, it's a crappy throwaway, an government issue." And then she trotted on over to the woman and he would be able to hear her say, "You have a nice arm on ya, lady. It didn't get cracked, luckily. You be more careful and stop throwin' your phone."
The lady laughed and such, took her phone back and said an "Oh, thank you, dear!"
Martha walked away and then started to sing again on the way, whipping her hand like she did the first time, and he'd find himself missing his cancer stick from between his lips, and she was looking at him with a canted head, cigarette now between he forefinger and middle on her left hand. She dropped the smoke to her feet and twisted her shoe all up on that half smoked stick, putting it out. "Thank you for your patronage." Martha gave a sweeping bow.
And then she was walking off, having done her part of the deal.
