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.
As though by some strange twist of fate, one of his classmates walked into the kitchen. Claire. He didn’t know her very well, but he was well-aware of her powers, which involved making paper animals or something like that. This time she was sporting a brightly colored parrot on his shoulder. If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought it was real. Victoria seemed to fall for it, though.
>> “Hello! We’re having ice cream. There isn’t much left, but you can have some if you want. That’s a cute bird you have.”
Nodding in agreement, Andy leaned back in his chair, patted his stomach a few times and said, “I don’t want any more.” What he wanted was to get back to studying. Didn’t Claire have to study to? Or maybe she already had? Most students probably already had. What if I’m the only one who does poorly? Andy thought, a look of worry covering his face.
Then, as if the universe was against him, another student from his Chemistry class entered the kitchen and asked if he was ready for the test tomorrow. Was everyone ready but him? Andy bit his lower lip nervously, unsure of what to say. He could either be honest and save himself some embarrassment or lie; either way, his performance tomorrow wouldn’t change. “Not yet,” he replied, “but I will be.” Even if it meant pulling an all-nighter. And by the looks of things, he may just have to… Ugh.
>> “Who would think there would be so much math in Chemistry. Isn’t that what we have math class for?”
Andy’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. Did that mean she wasn’t ready, either? “Yeah…” he agreed with a smile, though honestly it wasn’t the math that bothered Andy - it was everything else. He could follow the steps and plug in the equations, but he had no idea how it all worked, which meant his chances of choosing the wrong equation for any given problem were high. He needed to read the textbook more to figure it out… or maybe Claire knew? He couldn’t bring himself to ask her for help, though. Too embarrassing.
>> "Have fun everyone, and please clean up after... I'll go, I don't think I can stay in the kitchen and keep everyone outside of my aura. But please don't break up on my account."
A window of opportunity! As Miss Taylor made her way out of the kitchen, Andy jumped up from his seat, pushed in his chair, and brought his dirty bowl to the sink, where he quickly rinsed it off with warm water. Turning around, he was about to say he had to leave, as well, when Allegra said,
>> “I’m gonna make some smoothies. Anyone want some?”
Fuck. Andy winced as though in pain as he resisted the temptation to stay any longer than he already had, even if it meant missing out on a free smoothie. His future depended on it. He couldn’t afford to get another F in Chemistry. It’d look horrible on his high school transcript. One F was bad enough. He’d never get into a Marine Biology program if he got another. “I'd seriously love a smoothie, Allegra, but I have get back to studying,” he said, inching his way toward the exit. Finally. "I'll see you two in class tomorrow... Nice meeting you, Victoria."
Andy opened his mouth as though to speak, then shrugged. He knew it sounded crazy now, but before - when he was being forcibly dragged out of the pool against his will - he couldn’t think of a more reasonable explanation. It hadn’t occurred to him that someone would think he had drowned… It made sense, though, especially since he was relatively new to the school. Not everyone knew him or what he could do. Shaking his head, he finally answered, “Nothing. I just wasn’t thinking.” They didn’t need to know about his little mishap in the bathroom… Hopefully Ghost didn’t tell anyone.
And hopefully no one noticed Andy’s wandering gaze, which continued to fall back on to Ignacio’s perfectly sculpted physique. Look away, his brain demanded, afraid someone would notice. What would happen if they did? Andy didn’t even want to think about the possibility. Too scary.
>> ”Well thank you, Andy, but you’re right, Ignacio is a bit cooler.” >> "Aww! Thank you! I think my name is pretty cool too."
Chuckling nervously, Andy stood up when Ignacio stood up and crossed his arms, because he didn’t know what else to do with them. He could feel his heart racing, hammering away in his chest, and it only got worse with every word that came out of Ignacio’s mouth, funny or not. Then, just when he thought he couldn’t possibly feel any more nervous, Ignacio winked at him, looked him up and down, and said,
>> "Seriously, we're glad you're safe. I was afraid that I would have to give you mouth to mouth. Though, I wouldn't mind that part."
Suddenly, Andy felt light in the head and weak in the knees, almost as though he could faint, as a mixture of surprise, excitement, arousal, disbelief, confusion, and frustration coursed through him. Was this really happening? Was Ignacio flirting with him? Or was he joking? It was a joke, wasn’t it? Of course it was a joke. Andy wasn’t that lucky. Plus, he had blown a kiss to Juliette, who was probably his girlfriend. Or maybe he liked girls and boys? Not knowing what to think or say, Andy let out a few more nervous chuckles and rubbed the back of his neck. What he wanted to say was ‘I wouldn’t mind, either,’ but he couldn’t bring himself to. He had to say something, though, or else Ignacio might think he was weird. “Thanks...”
>> “So how long have you been at the mansion?”
Desperately wanting to change the subject, Andy couldn’t have possibly felt more relieved and grateful when Juliette came to his rescue by asking a completely unrelated question. “A few weeks? Maybe a month?” Andy couldn’t remember; in fact, he didn’t even know what day of the month it was, or even what day of the week. Days seemed to blend together, but that would change soon. Summer was almost over. “What about you guys?” he asked with a wide smile, trying his best not to lose himself in Ignacio’s kaleidoscopic eyes.
Just like any other morning, Andy woke up, got dressed, brushed his teeth, went outside for a swim, dried off via his powers, came back inside, and ate breakfast. The only difference was that he had to do it all much faster than usual. Oh, and he didn’t have time to shower. He probably smelled like chlorine, but he didn’t care. He liked the smell.
What he didn’t like was having to rush. It made everything so much less enjoyable. He especially didn’t like having to get out of the pool prematurely. He guessed he’d have to get used to it, though. Summer was over.
Andy strolled into his first class with a backpack over his shoulder and an amicable smile plastered on his face. He almost looked as though he wanted to be there. Ugh. All the seats in the back were already taken, so he sat down at a desk in the middle and made a mental note to arrive earlier.
Sighing, he tried to ignore the feeling of other students staring at him from behind as he pulled out two sharpened pencils from his backpack and placed them on top of his desk. Then he leaned back in his chair and waited more or less patiently for the lesson to begin.
It sucked no one he knew had chosen art as an elective, but at least it’d be an easy A.
Shrugging, Andy didn’t say a word. He was frustrated, mostly at himself. He wanted so badly to be better, to do everything right, but he just couldn’t. No matter how hard he tried, he always seemed to fail. Even his own genetics were against him. Not only did his powers suck outside of water; he was also gay. He tried so hard to make his powers suck less, practicing every single day and night, and he tried so hard to like boys less… He was even considering asking Allegra out on a date, even though he knew in his heart that it wouldn’t work out.
Lost in a swirling pool of self-depreciating thoughts, Andy didn’t even realize he was letting two soaking wet towels drip all over the floor, reversing all the work he had done to scrub the hallway floor dry.
>> "Look. What I've done is not a perfect solution. I don't get nearly as much out of the carpet as you did when you pushed it forward. Go squish in the hall carpet. It's not saturated anymore, but it's also not dry. Your towels, on the other hand..."
Ghost’s tone of voice changed, and Andy lifted his hopeless gaze. She couldn’t do it all herself? She needed his help? He wasn’t useless? Andy asked himself, his spirits rising, before raising an eyebrow in confusion. “My towels?” He glanced down. “Oh, shit,” he spat out, then rushed to the bathroom to do his thing.
A few moments later, Andy came back with a smile on his face and a renovated sense of hope. I can do this, he thought as he knelt down on the floor and spread out his fingers with the intention of pushing every single drop of moisture out of the carpet and into the bathroom.
>> "If you're sure you don't mind the water spray that escapes, I'll scoop up as much of this as I can."
“That won’t be a problem for me…” he assured her, grinning. “Let’s get to work.” With that, Andy wrinkled his brow and reached for his powers, channeling all of his energy and focus through his fingertips. His grin widened as he watched the dampness in the carpet move toward the bathroom door, dry patches forming almost instantly in front of his hands.
>> "There is nothing wrong with splashing. This is a pool. I had a swim and I am not dry. Go ahead and have your splash, Bubblehead."
She didn’t mind being splashed? Andy smirked as the thought of really splashing her crossed his mind. If there was one thing his powers were good for, it was splashing. He hadn’t even been trying before…
Brown eyes locked onto Kalos, Andy balled his hands into fists, ready to invoke his powers, before his conscience stopped him, forcing him to think twice about attacking an eight-year-old girl, even if it was just with something as harmless as water.
Shrugging his shoulders, Andy gave an inward sigh, dipped his nose sharply, and went down under the water. You can do this… you can do this… Andy thought as he focused on performing his “I can walk on water like Jesus” trick to the best of his ability, before he started to feel his legs buckle from under him. Uh oh...
SPLASH!
Andy resurfaced with great reluctance, afraid of the negative feedback his audience (aka Kalos) might provide him with. She was only an eight-year-old girl, though. What was the worst she could say?
>> "I like your cannonball better than your shit."
Andy’s eyes widened in a mixture of surprise and confusion. Was that supposed to be an insult? “You’ve never seen my shit before, so how would you know?” he questioned her, jokingly. Insult or not, how could he be angry? She was just a little girl who didn't know any better. He probably shouldn't have even said the word 'shit' in the first place... Oops.
“So, what about you? You got any tricks up your sleeve? I mean, other than your tentacles.” He’d rather not see those again, mostly because that’d require her to pull off fingers and toes, one by one. Yuck!
In hindsight, it wasn’t the best idea of all time. It’d take him a few trips just to dry the hallway floor… and who knows how long it’d take to dry the bathroom. Giving an inward sigh, Andy racked his brains for alternative, quicker solutions as he continued to scrub the floor. The one idea that sounded worthy of verbalizing was quickly shot down by Ghost, who revealed she could not manipulate the temperature of air, only its movement.
“Okay…” he said, trying to stifle the fire of frustration he felt growing within him. The last thing he wanted was for the X-Men to think he worked poorly under pressure… or needed help.
At first, Andy watched in amazement, wide-eyed, as the X-Woman used her wind powers to scoop up a great sum of water from the floor and transfer it into a bathtub. Then a feeling of worthlessness crept into his being, making him think neither him or his powers were needed or would ever be needed. All he was good for was creating messes… and swimming.
I’ll only hold the X-Men back, Andy thought, sighing in a mixture of defeat and sadness. A part of him just wanted to crawl up in a corner or retreat to the nearest swimming pool and give up.
>> "I can do that again if you like with the water inside your room."
Slowly, Andy picked himself back up to his feet, a soaked towel in each hand, and nodded. “Go ahead.” Do it all, he mentally added. I’m clearly not needed here.
Furrowing his brows in concentration, Andy took a deep breath and pushed... out through his hands. As he spread his fingers, he could feel the energy flow out of him and onto the floor, propelling the water in front of him forward like a wave. He couldn’t extend his energy very far, though--not without giving himself a massive headache or passing out--and so he shuffled forward on his knees, using both hands to guide the water in the direction of the bathroom as best as he could.
He couldn’t control water with his mind like Mr. Cervantes, though, only repel it, and so it wasn’t the easiest task. Some would even say he was making the puddles in the hallway worse by causing any water that wasn’t directly in front of his hands to ripple outwards. Shit. Grimacing, he glanced upward at the woman who called herself Ghost. She was just standing there, watching him fail. “Wind can push water,” he stated in the hopes she would catch on and help him, before realizing he had no way to keep all the water in the bathroom. The woman had created a damn before, with towels, but that didn’t work too well.
“Ugh, this isn’t working.”
Andy didn’t know what else to do, but he couldn’t ask Ghost for help. She said he had to figure it out himself, as though it was a test. Is it? Given her older age and codename, she was probably an X-Man, which meant she would be one of the judges to determine whether he had what it took to be an X-Trainee... Shit!
Fear and worry flooded his being, causing his heart to race. He had to do something, and fast. Not a single second could be wasted, just like in swimming. “Umm…” he muttered, biting his lower lip nervously as he looked around the flooded hallway for ideas. “I got it!” Andy grabbed two of the soaked towels off the floor. They were dripping wet, but they wouldn’t be for long, he thought as he created psionic repulsion fields around his feet once more and ran into the bathroom.
Climbing into the shower, Andy dangled both towels in front of him with one hand and pushed with the other. As though his hand was a blow drier, he started at the top and made his way down until every last drop of moisture trapped within the cotton was forced out. Andy grinned pridefully as he watched the water splash against the wall and trickle down the drain, then ran back outside with two perfectly dry, seemingly new towels, one in each hand. Throwing both towels on top of the first puddle he saw, he got back down on his knees and started scrubbing.
“Can you make hot air? Maybe you can help dry the floor?”
Mentally, Andy had his fingers crossed so tightly that he stopped breathing as he waited, wide-eyed, for Jorge to answer his question. Sure, he’d still be interested in taking a beginners swim class. It’d be an easy A, and it’d be fun -- because any class that involved getting in a pool instead of a desk was fun -- but Andy liked a challenge, to push himself. At least when it came to swimming. He wished all his other classes were easier.
>> “Depends on anyone who is interested. There are not a lot of swimmers on campus, maybe enough for a team, but hasn’t really come up before. At least to my knowledge.”
Did he say team? A wide, toothy smile stretched across his face as the possibility of swimming competitively again crossed his mind. All they needed were enough students interested? Andy wasn’t the biggest social butterfly, but if it meant being on a team again he’d do whatever it took! Even if it meant posting fliers all over campus and telling all of his classmates. Really? Well, I’m interested,” he spat out, excited. Would he be the coach? For some reason, Andy felt like it would be rude to ask; instead, he stuck his hand out for a handshake and introduced himself.
>> “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Sanchez-Soto. And…nice codename.”
“Thanks.” Andy let out a few chuckles, flattered, nervous and excited all at once. He knew it was a cool codename. He didn’t know why people didn’t call him Bubblehead more often. In fact, they never did. It was either Andy or… annoyingly… fish boy.
>> “Were you looking to swim competitively with us? As I said, I don’t know if it’s an official team but I can bring it up to the headmaster. There are some fairly strong swimmers here.”
Andy quickly nodded, not a doubt in his mind. Official team or not, it’d be a team, a chance for him to be around other like-minded souls he could swim with -- and race against -- instead of always having to swim alone. They were probably cute, too, unless they were all girls. Either way, he could use some more friends. “Oh, yeah. Definitely. I didn’t even know I could… I didn’t think mutants were allowed to participate in sports.” Or maybe that was only if they used their powers to win… which he did. Ugh.
“If it does become an official team, what other schools would we compete against?” Oops. Did he just say ‘we’? Andy didn’t mean to… or did he? “I mean, me and whoever else wants to be on the team. Unless you want to be the coach?” Please say yes, please say yes…
>> "You were in the shower... Your power repels water..."
Biting his lower lip, Andy nodded. As far as she knew, his powers were to blame for the mess, not him, and he was okay with that. Mentally, he crossed his fingers, hoping she wouldn’t ask him to expand on his answer, to tell her the whole truth about what happened. If she knew he used his powers on purpose, he’d get in trouble for sure...
>> "What's your name, Mr. Water repeller?"
Phew. Andy gave an inward sigh of relief. That question he had no problem answering. “Andy. Andy Sanchez-Soto. You can also call me Bubblehead.” Sure, no one ever called him Bubblehead, but they would one day. As soon as he became an X-Trainee. Hopefully soon.
>> "There is no drain in the suite's bathroom floor, unless thay've remodeled since my teenage ward left the Mansion. How's your control? Can we aim this in any meaningful way?" The woman started pacing back and forth as though in deep thought. Good. She was trying to figure out what to do, because Andy hadn’t the slightest clue. She better hurry up, though, Andy thought as he cast a quick glance down at the wet, wooden flooring. Then she asked him to come up with a solution. Shit.
“Uhh…” Eyebrows raised, Andy stammered as he racked his brain for an appropriate, not-stupid response. “I’m afraid the water is going to ruin the wood.” Terrified, really. Then he’d really get in trouble. “I know pushing the water back into the bathroom won’t solve the problem, but it’d at least buy us some time… and prevent another.”
Ding, ding, ding. Correct answer? Andy mused, sparkling brown eyes seeking her approval.
>> "You've made this mess and I think it's important that you use the resources at your disposal to find a solution. Why don't you think it through for a bit and you can tell me how we'll tackle this together? My name is Maya, but most of the kids call me by my team name, Ghost. I can control the element of air and I'm at your disposal."
Ugh. Andy rest both hands atop his head and shrugged his shoulders. He knew it was his mess and that it was up to him to clean it up, but how? All he could think of was using lots and lots and lots of towels. That was until Maya, or Ghost, revealed she couldn’t just turn into air; she could control it. “I got it!”
Without wasting another second, Andy created psionic repulsion fields around both feet to avoid slipping and ran into the bathroom to open the window. Then he ran back, knelt down before the largest puddle in sight, and extended his arms, his palms facing the bathroom. “There’s a window in the bathroom. If we can get all the water back inside, you can use your air powers to lift it all up and out the window.”
What an imagination, Andy thought, wide-eyed, as he listened to Kalos’s ‘story’. Or maybe she was telling the truth? He’d have to ask the X-Men later to know for sure… When she finished, Andy forced himself to smile and nod -- to not question her, to not ruin Christmas. It was tempting, though, and so Andy thought quickly and created a diversion -- not only for her, but also himself.
It wasn’t his best pool party trick, or even the one he meant to perform, but it’d do. At least he didn’t hit the ceiling… or the pool floor. As usual, the pool of water he fell into welcomed him with open arms, enveloping him in love, protecting him from any and all harm. A part of him wanted to stay underwater for longer -- forever, really -- but he had a guest. Kalos was waiting for him to resurface and it’d be rude not to.
With perform form, Andy broke through the surface and swam over to Kalos, who looked even more soaked from head-to-toe than before. He must have made a big splash… Awesome!
>> "Very good, Andy Bubblehead. Do you have more tricks?"
More tricks? Andy’s smile faltered. He only had two, and the first one he failed to do. He guessed he could try again, but what if he failed again? Then again, she was only an eight-year-old girl, and a very strange one at that, in both appearance and personality. How could he be embarrassed? “One more, but it’s tricky... Ha, see what I did that?" No? "But seriously, I might mess up, so… Oh, and you might get splashed on. Again... Sorry for not warning you the last time.”
With that, Andy dove down into the water and swam to the bottom. Getting into position, Andy looked up at the water’s surface and took a deep breath as he tried to find his center, his balance -- because he was going to need it. “3...2...1…” Generating strong, but not too strong, psionic repulsion fields beneath his feet and palms, Andy rose up out of the water at a steadier pace than before and, for a brief moment, appeared as though he was standing on water. As soon as he tried taking a single step forward, however, he lost his balance and fell backwards.
The man-on-fire finally let him go once they were out of the pool, and Andy’s instincts told him to get up and run. He wasn’t as quick on his feet as he was in the water, but what other choice did he have? He wasn’t about to just let himself get captured. Where was everyone, anyway? Where were the X-Men? Andy was about to cry for help when the man whose flaming body hovered over him threateningly said something that made him wrinkle his brows in confusion.
>> "We are trying to save your life!"
Now it was his turn to say, “Que?” Maybe it was a trick? Andy thought, backing away slowly. “Do I look like I need--” In less than a second, the man shifted to his normal form. Maybe ‘normal’ wasn’t the right word…
Time stopped, and for a brief moment all Andy could do was stare, wide-eyed, at the stunningly beautiful man before him. What was I saying again? Andy thought as he watched the small beads of water trail down his chest and into his swim trunks. Look up! his brain screamed, forcing his gaze upwards. That didn’t make him any less aroused, however. The man’s eyes were radiant, if not glowing. “Uhh…”
>> ”We’re not trying to hurt you. Scout’s honour. Ask anyone - I’m the nurse here. I thought you were drowning.”
Andy finally found himself able to speak when the woman who had been chasing him in the pool appeared in front of him. She looked a lot less threatening now that she didn’t look like a human firefly… “Oh...” Realization hit Andy like a stream of cold water. Then came the embarrassment. “My bad… I thought you were trying to arrest me.” It sounded even stupider out-loud. Ugh.
>> “I’m Juliette and this is Ignacio. Can you tell me your name?”
Embarrassment lingered inside of him, especially after Ignacio called himself the hottest guy at the mansion, though he tried not to let it show. Flashing a friendly smile at the both of them, he replied, “I’m Andy.” Uncontrollably, his gaze settled onto Ignacio, who really wasn't lying about his appearance... “Ignacio is a cool name,” Andy said, his smile wide, before remembering they were not the only two people in existence. “So is Juliette,” he quickly added.
An update: I'm back home! But, for some reason, our phone line was disconnected, so I will not have internet access until Sunday. I also start my job and classes on Monday, so I might be a little slower than usual from here on out. We shall see!
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