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.
Andy quirked an eyebrow in confusion when Mirror suddenly dove into the pool. For a moment, he thought maybe she just wanted to relax a bit before starting their session. That was certainly explain why she was wearing a bathing suit instead of her X-uniform. Smiling, Andy neared the edge and was about to jump in when she told him the objective was to rescue her.
“From what?” Andy asked as he scanned the water for any signs of danger. When he didn’t see anything, he added, “Are you going to pretend to drown? I already have my lifeguard certification...”
Sure, he had been secretly wishing this entire time for her to go easy on him, but come on… How was this going to prepare him for his X-Trainee test?
So maybe my powers aren't so useless, after all, Andy thought, a small smile forming on his dry lips as he stared down at his now-dry sneakers. Seconds later, the space between him and the snow started to shrink, allowing the snow to inch its way toward him. No! Quickly, Andy balled his hands into fists within the uni-pocket of his hooded sweatshirt and wrinkled his brow. It was working up until the moment someone -- or something -- appeared out of nowhere, breaking his concentration.
Andy inhaled a sharp breath to squelch his frustration, trying not to look bothered by the fact the snow was touching him again. "Oh, hey..." he greeted the mutant girl. Was she a girl? Or even a mutant? She looked more like a robot… She didn't even have a nose or a mouth, her face covered in metal plates, and her eyes were bright red. Creepy...
Realizing he was staring, Andy let out a few nervous chuckles and said the first thing that came to mind, “Thanks. I didn't know I could do it until like… a few seconds ago. I knew I could repel water, but not snow, which I guess is water…” Suddenly, Andy felt incredibly stupid. “In my defense, I'm from Florida…”
I haven't seen many X-students around lately, so I've created a thread in hopes of bringing us together! Others are also welcome to join. The more, the merrier! Mutant Snowball Fight!
The thread is set in mid-December, which reminds me... We should make some holiday-esque threads! Do most students go home for the holidays? When do classes start up again? Is Secret Santa a thing?
In any case, I'm excited to be back from my hiatus and more than ready to thread with whomever!
Several minutes ago, all Andy wanted to do was see a frozen lake for the first time. Now, all he wanted to do was go back to the mansion and up to his room where he could crawl into his nice, warm bed and curl up under his nice, warm covers. There was no place he’d rather be, but he couldn’t get there soon enough. The worst part of it was that he lacked snow boots, forced to walk through the deep snow in his sneakers, which were now soaked.
Why can't I fly like Ghost? Or teleport like Mirror? Or have some other mutant power that would help me get to get inside faster? whined Andy mentally as he tried to brave the cold and ignore the stiff pain in his face as best as he could. “Hate the cold, hate the cold, hate the cold,” he muttered under his breath, which he could see quite perfectly, over and over again, his lips trembling.
Wearing only a jean jacket, a school sweatshirt, a t-shirt and athletic sweatpants, maybe if he had a snow coat he would've made it all the way to the lake without bailing. But he didn't own such a thing, born and raised in Florida where it was rarely cold and literally never snowed.
Oh, how he missed Florida right now. Not necessarily the people, but the place. It was beautiful in comparison. The warm climate. The palm trees. The beach... Oh, how he missed the beach.
Imagining himself back home only helped for so long before he felt the frigid wind and rush of snowflakes whip at his face again, bringing him back to reality.
“Why is it so freakin' cold!?” Andy bellowed, shivering wildly in a desperate attempt to warm himself up. Oddly enough, it worked, almost immediately feeling the heat rise to his cheeks and return to his toes.
Andy quirked a brow and looked up, confused. Snow continued to fall from the sky, but no longer could it reach him as though an invisible force-field surrounded his entire body, even his feet. Andy looked down and widened his eyes in amazement at how the snow pushed itself away from him with every step he took. "Whoa."
The end of the semester is always the worst! Last day of finals is Dec. 13th. Really looking forward to returning! And thank you for your patience and understanding. <3 And congrats on the move, Jorge! Yay for new life chapters.
Andy didn't know what was happening. One moment he was falling behind and now he was being pulled -- no, pushed -- right toward the other end of the pool. He didn't know how he was cutting through the water like some sort of human torpedo, but he figured it was for the same reason he could breathe underwater. His mutant genes.
And for a brief moment, as he blew past his opponents and drew close to finishing his last and final lap, he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the prospect of winning, of beating his old time. But that feeling of euphoria faded quickly, as soon as he realized he couldn't stop.
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. Shutting his eyes in fear of a head-on collision, Andy threw his arms out in front of him and-- What? Andy opened his eyes, realized he was in mid-air, screamed for dear life, then shut them again just before crashing against (and skidding across) the hard, flesh-scraping cement floor.
Is it over? Andy asked himself, wincing in pain as he rolled over onto his back.
But it wasn't over. In fact, the craziness had just begun as people in the stands started shouting, screaming... some in fear, others in anger. Some even seemed to have enjoyed his little "stunt" -- if you could call it that -- as though it had been a part of a planned performance. Far from it.
"He's a mutant!"
"Cheater!"
"Disqualify him!"
Andy didn't want to get up, afraid to look at the nightmarish chaos he single-handedly caused, but then he heard his mom. "¡Mijo!" And then his other mom. "Are you okay, mijo? What happened? How did you... do that?"
Immediately, he lifted his head off the wet floor to see their worried faces and quickly racked his brains for an easy way to tell his parents he was a mutant. There wasn't one. "I... don't know. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I just..." Really wanted to win... Stupid, stupid, stupid! Andy mentally kicked himself in regret, wishing he could take it all back.
He should have never raced today. He should have listened to the apparently psychic girl in the hallway. She had tried to warn him, but he didn't want to listen. All he wanted was to lead his team to victory once again and be worshipped by his peers as the next Michael Phelps...
One look at Coach's face and it was confirmed: he was pissed. "Andy, where the hell have you been? You're late," he yelled, spraying his face with a mouthful of saliva.
Whether it was intentional or not, Andy couldn't be sure -- but it didn't matter. He shouldn't have been late. He shouldn't have let himself get distracted. "Sorry, Coach. I had left my googles in my other locker. Won't happen again," he said with apologetic eyes.
Coach shook his head in disapproval, then seemed to realize that this was not the time to be giving him a lecture. "It better not. Now go swim your little heart out and make your school proud." With that, Coach gave him two firm pats on the back and Andy forced a smile before pulling off his sneakers and hurrying over to his post. You got this, Andy, you got this. You can breathe underwater, remember? he reminded himself as he climbed onto his designated diving board, then commenced stretching his arms and legs. Taking a deep breath, Andy readjusted his swimmer's cap and tried to regain his sense of calm. Calm. Seemed like such a foreign concept at the moment. His heart was still racing from having sprinted, everyone in the stands was probably looking at him, and his thoughts kept on drifting back to the unnverving conversation he had in the hallway with a total stranger who somehow knew he was a mutant.
How could she be so sure, anyway? It wasn't like she had ever seen... Oh no. Brown eyes widened from behind his bright blue googles as realization hit him. Maybe she had followed him to the pool one day in-between classes and saw he didn't have to come up for air? Or maybe she was just crazy? Ugh, he couldn't be sure.
"Take your marks."
Andy snapped out of his thoughts instantly at the sound of the announcer's voice. Head in the game, Andy. Head in the game, his brain demanded as he bent down to grab hold the end of the diving board, crouching down as low as he could. Remember. Not too fast, not too slow.
BANG!
The starting gun fired and Andy dove straight into the pool, hands first. The cool water felt pleasant on his skin, refreshing, but there was no time to bask in it. He had to focus on his strokes. Normally, he would also have to focus on his breathing, but not anymore. Not since his mutation manifested.
Kick, kick, kick, he repeated in his head until-- Argh! His right foot was cramping up. No! Wincing, Andy tried to ignore the pain and keep swimming, but it was hard to. In a matter of seconds, two swimmers of the opposing team were on both sides of him, rivaling his speed. A twinge of fear surged through Andy. He tried to kick harder, but his foot wouldn't allow it. Then, all of a sudden, he felt himself being propelled forward as though by an invisible force.
Andy grabbed his favorite (and only) pair of goggles as soon as they came into view and shut his locker, then spun on his heel to return to the pool deck. He was so relieved and excited to have found them that he completely forgot someone had been trying to speak with him, his mind on the race. That was all that mattered, after all.
"Wait, wait!"
The mysterious girl jumped in front of him, literally blocking him from getting to where he needed to be. "I was serious. That’s really not what I was talking about."
Eyes wide in surprise, Andy has no choice but to stop in his tracks. It wasn't like he could just plow her over, as much as he wanted to. Seriously, what was her problem? Didn't she know he had somewhere to be? Was she really that into him? "I'm sorry, I have a race. It's starting soon..." he tried to explain as nicely as possible.
"I meant your secret, you know, power."
Andy's heart skipped a beat. How did she know about that? Both confused and afraid, he wrinkled his brow and peered around the empty hallway, suddenly feeling as though he was being watched. "My power...?" he asked, playing stupid for the sake of maintaining his secret, well, a secret. If anyone found out, he'd be kicked off team for cheating. Or worse. "I don't know what you're talking about," he countered, clutching onto his goggles for dear life.
"It’s just I have powers too, you see, and I’m here to help you. Like, save you. I know how terrifying they can be. How you probably don’t ever want to use them and just want your life to go back to being normal because now even your parents are freaked out by you. But, well, you can’t, and now that is why I’m here. To prevent you from making a big mistake... one that you will regret for the rest of your life."
Andy's jaw dropped. She had powers, too? But that didn't explain how she knew about his. He wanted answers, but was too afraid to ask... Plus, he was pretty sure his five minutes were already up. "Look, this is nothing against you, but I don't need your help. I have a race to win." With that, Noah put on his goggles, broke into a sprint toward the pool deck and didn't look back.
Faster, faster, faster! Coach is going to kill me!
Andy's mind raced as he sprinted through the halls, ignoring any passbery he may have seen. The only thing he cared about was finding his goggles and getting back to the pool on time for the swim meet. Why had he left his goggles in the locker, anyway? Maybe because he had a bad habit of taking a dip in-between classes or cutting classes completely. Oh, he really hoped they were there...
As he arrived at his locker, he could hear one of his moms reprimanding him for not being organized enough. For not being responsible. Rolling his eyes, Andy quickly entered his combination, opened his locker and commenced rummaging through the mess of text books, notebooks and folders that occupied each shelf. "Come on, come on..." he muttered under his breath, trying not to panic. "I know you're here..."
"Excuse me, but, are you Andy?"
As if to make his life more difficult, a total stranger appeared out of nowhere and started talking to him. A girl with big, curly hair and a strange scar over her right eye. Does she even go to this school? Andy wondered, raising a confused brow.
"Um, uhh… do you have a minute?"
Every fiber of Andy's being screamed at him to say "NO" -- but he just couldn't do it. Then she said something that confused him even more.
"To, uh, talk about your…thing?"
"My thing?" Andy glanced down, remembering all he had on at the moment was a pair of speedos and sneakers. She couldn't seriously be flirting with him, could she? Now? "I have to find my goggles," he spat out, then resumed scouring his locker again until he finally spotted a pair of bright blue googles lodged in-between two of his text books. "There you are," he said, letting out a breath of relief.
Where: A high school in Miami, FL When: Exactly two years ago Tag: No one (Solo thread) Andy was sitting on one of the wooden benches in the locker room, surrounded by his teammates. He tried to avert his gaze as they took off their clothes, exposing their naked bodies to one other like it was no big deal. Was he seriously the only one who thought it was? Andy took a deep breath to stay calm, then commenced pulling off his pants to reveal a silky black speedo that he had already changed into before he ever left his house. Was it weird he wore speedos like underwear? No one else seemed to...
And then Coach barged in, blowing his whistle so loudly that Andy couldn't help but wince."Okay, team. Listen up. Like always, I want us to win. Can we do that?"
There were a few nods, but no words. "I said... Can we do that!?" Coach asked again, raising his voice to the point where veins were bulging from his neck. He wasn't angry, Andy knew that, but he sure looked it. "Yeah!" Everyone cheered in unison, raising their fists to the cieling. Everyone except for Andy, whose mind had drifted to the possibility of swimming too fast. Not a worry he ever thought he'd have until now. "Andy, I couldn't hear you. Think you can break another school record?"
Shit. Andy snapped out of his thoughts, brown eyes wide. "That's the plan," he replied, his lips curling into an embarrassed smile. A part of him liked the attention, feeling important. Almost like a celebrity. Another, much larger part wanted nothing more than to crawl back into his shell and disappear from existence, especially since he knew a handful of his teammates were already jealous enough as it was. Some had even accused him of taking steroids, which wasn't true.
Coach gave an approving nod, then looked at everyone else and became stern again."You have five minutes to get ready. Make me proud, boys."
Once Coach left, Andy heaved a sigh of relief and started digging through his sports bag for his goggles and cap. He found his cap and fit it onto his head, but where the hell were his goggles? Then he remembered he had left them in his locker. In the hallway. Ugh. With no time to waste, he scrambled to slip on his sneakers and bolted out of the locker room without a single word as to where he was going.
A mixture of surprise and confusion appeared on Andy's face when Mirror said he should be scared. What? Why? How? He’d be surrounded in water the entire time. If anything went wrong, his powers would save him. Sure, he may be a klutz on land, as Mirror and a few other X-Men probably already gathered from his previous sessions, but in the water he was as graceful and quick as a dolphin.
>> "We have been trying to give you a well rounded routine so far, so that you could hold your own even when you cannot rely on your powers in the field. Which is often. But for your upcoming test... I thought it would be a waste not to train you in your element at least once before you take it.”
Nodding, Andy listened intently to every word that came out of the Mirror’s mouth. Everything she said was of great value to Andy, who wanted nothing more than to follow in her footsteps and join the ranks of the X-Men -- or at least become an X-Trainee and figure out his next move from there. After all, he still wanted to go to college and study marine biology. He still had a few years until graduation, though, and in those few years he could be helping people, saving lives, maybe even the world.
That was, if he passed the test...
>> "Ready?"
Andy felt his heart jump. Was he ready? He was a few seconds ago. Now he wasn’t so sure, but he couldn’t let Mirror know that. With a wide, seemingly confident smile, he uncrossed his arms and rolled his shoulders, rotating a crick out of his neck. This isn’t the test, he reminded himself as he nervously turned to face the murky pool water. “Ready.” I think...
Just a heads up. I will probably only be able to post on weekends from now on due to all the schoolwork I have recently accumulated. I apologize and hope to be back soon!
>> "Do not yell at me! There aren't an-any snakes, Andrew!"
All of Andy's senses begged to differ. He could even feel their venom course through his bloodstream, causing his muscles to ache and stiffen to the point where his legs buckled under him. Screaming helplessly, Andy fell straight down the stairs and hit the back of his head so hard that he instantly felt dizzy. Sprawled out along the foot of the stairs, he didn’t know which way was up as the world began to spin and, for a brief moment, he thought he was going to die right then and there.
But he didn’t die.
Slowly but surely, the world came into focus once more and Andy couldn’t help but squint as harsh florescent lights shot bolts of glaring light into his eyes. “Wh-what the hell?” he sputtered weakly, a look of confusion covering his face as he lifted his throbbing head off the floor and glanced around the stairwell, which was suddenly no longer filled with black smoke… or deadly snakes.
Andy yelled fearfully as he soared through the air like a flying fish. The difference was that he would not land safely back in the water. As he neared the unforgiving concrete, he quickly threw his arms over his head and shut his eyes, wincing as he remembered the painful cuts and scrapes he sustained the last time his powers acted up like this.
But then something strange happened.
Feeling his body suddenly stop in mid-air, Andy reluctantly opened his eyes and saw… water?
But how was that possible? He was outside the pool! Wasn’t he?
His face broke into a smile as realization dawned on him. His powers had grown. His teachers said they would over time; he just didn’t expect it to happen so soon... and definitely not like this.
“I’m doing this. It’s me... I can fly!”
Andy didn’t know how he would get down, but he was too excited to care.
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