The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
It was easy to say the show must go on until several members of the cast were de-aged into their teens, well before any relevant acting experience developed. Marisol, thankfully, was not caught in whatever happened at a small cast party. It was a close call; if not for a visit to her mother in California, Marisol might have been an awkward fourteen-year-old again, in the closet and terrible at being around people. Well, more terrible.
The opening day of First Position was delayed so cast members could be replaced and the new cast could be trained up. Ironically, despite being one of the newcomers on the cast, Marisol was also someone the director had relied on as the lead who survived from the first cast. That helped the rookie performer feel confident, even going into her first Off-Broadway production ever.
After all those trials and tribulations, they had made it to opening night. After the press heard about the bizarre incident, the show earned plenty of gossip and attention, proving there was no such thing as bad attention. The hype led to a packed opening night, which was exciting and terrifying.
Fortunately, Marisol was able to request a few tickets for friends and family to attend in the balconies. This was the biggest night of Marisol’s life so far, so she wanted to know she was not doing it alone.
Some guests had already dropped by backstage to quickly say hi and wish her luck, which was sweet enough that Marisol did not mind breaking her pre-performance rhythm. Makeup had already gotten to her, so she sat at her dressing room mirror and reviewed her lines, mentally adding the dance steps in her head, in her zone. She would keep running parts through her head until they forced out any lingering nerves. This was going to be her night, she just had to believe that.
As was probably justified, Alice was surprised to hear those words out of Marisol’s mouth. She likely never heard of Marisol calling someone hot, let alone hearing the compliment directed at Alice herself. It was an honest assessment of the accent, though, and there was no reason for Alice to read further into it. If Alice did that, Marisol might have to do the same, which sounded like dangerous territory.
And dangerous territory was becoming the name of the game tonight, because when Alice said she would act on those thirsty attractions, Marisol felt her heart in her throat. She kept her eyes trained on Alice, and for a genuine moment, she closed them, wondering if the blue-haired Brit might actually deliver on her threat. The moment was there.
And then it passed in a fit of laughter from Alice. Marisol opened her eyes and caught up to her, giggling a little herself. Of course; she was reading too far into this. It was Alice; the girl loved flirting, and clearly did not get her fill at the clubs.
Mari was a bombshell and if Alice thought she had a chance, she would have acted on it, but she must have thought the idea was silly or their “moment” passed long ago. Finding her smile, Marisol shrugged it off. ”Maybe you’re right. Then again, you know us demi girls; takes us a while to feel the thirst.” Like sexual camels. But she kept that thought to herself because it was extremely unsexy.
And why did she care? She definitely did not. She was just tipsy and having a weird night. Maybe some of these errant, weird thoughts were just the product of talking civilly with Skye again. It might have just been time to call it a night, find a way to sleep with the “thirst” Alice was downplaying, and wake up in the morning with a clear head.
Yawning, Marisol slowly got to her feet. ”Anyway, now that I know you’re home safe, I think I can head to bed. I want to hit the gym in the morning, which I can’t do if I’m a total zombie.”
Before she went to bed, she thought it would be wise to grab water. Her friends told her that was important after drinking to stay hydrated and ward off hangovers. Walking over to the kitchen, Marisol filled a glass of water from the tap, well outside of six feet from Alice.
When she walked back into the living room, she walked around the back of the couch and, for whatever reason, leaned down and kissed the top of her roommate’s head. That was a thing friends did, right? Like a cheek kiss. Totally platonic. ”Try not to stay up to late?”
”Honestly, you must be meeting the wrong girls, because your accent is hot,” Marisol admitted, the wine loosening her lips enough to let a comment like that slip out. It was true though; Marisol was pretty sure she could listen to Alice read one of her engineering magazines and be engaged by her accent.
Marisol was always prone to speaking before she thought ahead, and alcohol did not help that. She had missed the implication of some of what she said until Alice’s tone shifted. The suggestion sent a warm tingling through Marisol’s body.
Was she hitting on Alice? That was not something Marisol did. But she was comfortable around Alice and she was coming to terms with a budding attraction she felt for the girl. This was new and bizarre, because she so rarely got to this point. They were just friends though, right? So what was she doing here?
”Would you though?” she asked in a soft voice. ”Act on it? Have I done something to make it hard for you to come home so thirsty?” She leaned toward Alice, smirking in the absence of any better judgment. ”Maybe I’m thirsty, too. Misery loves company, right?”
Marisol wondered how true Skye’s words were. She did seem to hate Marisol for what she did before, but maybe that was just how she showed the hurt. Skye’s hair needed more specific shades. Not that they would help this close. ”I learned a lot about… well, everything thanks to you. I’ll never regret that,” she promised.
It was comforting knowing Marisol had not been completely obliterated from everything Skye owned. She did not want Skye hurting because of her, but she was happy to know there had always been a place, however small, for Marisol in the mutant’s life.
Before Marisol could say goodbye, she was pulled into a quick embrace. It was weird but warm, and after everything, she could take that. She’d take it gladly.
With reddened cheeks, Marisol waved meekly as Skye walked away. ”Take care. Talk to you soon, Skye!” And she was nervous yet happy that she meant it.
For so long, Marisol felt out of place like there was something wrong with her. Those insecurities did not nag at her after going through a relationship and learning to accept her own demisexuality. All that said, she still envied how easily attraction came to some people. Alice clearly had no issues being attracted to half the female population of New York.
For all the good that attraction apparently did her. Marisol tried not to smirk smugly, realizing that despite her own handicap, they were both basically in the same boat. Well, same boat, different goals.
Which meant she had to take that little shot at her friend’s ability to seduce women. Alice, fueled by alcohol, defended herself. Well, attempted. ”My poor sweet friend; so charming overseas and can’t charm an American girl to save her life.”
Marisol raised an eyebrow at the bottle when Alice realized what she was doing. ”Guess you’re thirsty tonight,” she teased. ”I’m good, though. I had my share while you were out on the town. Just think, you could have saved yourself all that frustration by staying in and drinking with your lame fiancee.”
Well, she did do the lame title justice. Admittedly, her own night was unspectacular. ”Okay, so maybe we would have just drank together bored. But I’d like to believe we could have found a fun way to spend the night together.”
While it was never really her life, Marisol envied girls who went out and partied. She was not going to act like they were unburdened by the struggles of her life, because she recognized everyone had struggles. They just found a way to unwind where they could go out, meet people, and connect, three things Marisol was not great at. Skye helped Marisol push her boundaries, but she was at her core an introvert.
She was fine with being an introvert, honestly. It was a peaceful, quiet life that balanced out her busy lifestyle. Now that she was going on months of being single though, she did realize how intimidating it was to think about dating again one day. How was she supposed to meet new girls? How did she even meet the last ones, in retrospect?
Alice was struggling with girls in her own way, though based on experience, Marisol doubted the gamer girl’s concerns were so long-term. ”I don’t think you can give off the wrong vibe. You have one vibe and it’s awesome, cute as hell lesbian.” It was a compliment but it was also the truth; Alice’s look did scream gay. In some ways, Marisol envied that, too.
Marisol handed the bottle over to Alice when she joined the couch. She was drinking from a glass, but there was at least a quarter of the bottle left for Alice. ”I don’t think you’re desperate.” She took a sip of her drink and grinned. ”You just clearly lack game. I’m so sorry to be the one to tell you.” Because Marisol was clearly an expert on “game.”
This was a new position for Marisol; to see a girl she dated moving on with another woman. She had no scope of reference for how that would make her feel, but it sucked. It made her think about their relationship. It made her reflect on the breakup. It made her wonder… did she make a mistake it was too late to take back?
But she could not dwell on those things. Not here on the sidewalk standing in front of Skye. Because she was not going to continue on a selfish path and complicate both their lives with what ifs. She had done enough to Skye by now.
Managing a smile, Marisol brushed the tears out of her eyes with the back of her hand. ”You don’t need to apologize, Skye. I didn’t exactly let you down easy. I would have hated me in your shoes.” For a while, she was keeping herself busy just so she would not hate herself in her own shoes. ”You were a big part of my life… and I never thanked you for that like I should have. So... thank you.”
And there they were, both looking at their laces. This was a lot of unexpected, heavy emotion. Maybe enough that they needed some processing time now. ”Hey, I have to go check out a couch for Alice and I, but… well, it was good seeing you’re okay. And the mohawk really does suit you,” she admitted with a soft smile. ”Maybe… well, when we’re ready, text me?”
The thought occurred to her, and she flinched. ”Do you need my number again?” Based on how Skye was feeling when they crossed paths, Marisol would not have doubted if her number had been deleted from Skye’s mobile.
Marisol did almost ruin her own career. Maybe that was not Skye’s fault, but that did not make things better. She needed to focus on what was in front of her, and Mari never learned to see anything else when Skye was around.
Marisol did not say anything when Skye accused her of pulling the trigger. She was right. Things got hard and she was leaving. She just… did not see another option. She could not risk this right now.
Watching her now-ex-girlfriend step away, Marisol had words hanging on her tongue, unsaid because she did not know what to say. This was what she asked for, but God, it was harder to do this in person. ”Bye, Skye,” she replied softly, fighting the urge to check on Skye when she heard the eventual flashbang.
It was good that Skye was moving on. Deep down, Marisol believed that and she just wished she could get her eyes on the same page. ”I’m alright, I promise. That’s… it’s good, though. I hope she’s good to you, Skye, honestly.” Whoever this new woman was in Skye’s life, Marisol hoped she was not the kind of girl to get easily overwhelmed or send a breakup text.
And that moment in her past was still weighing on her. ”Hey. Um. I’m… sorry with how I fucked up. With the breakup.” She had to own her failures, and that was a big fail.
Despite not being the total novice she once was before her house party misadventure with Skye, Marisol was not an experienced drinker. She was also not a good drinker, with alcohol hitting her hard and fast in past encounters. She kept a close eye on how much she was consuming, because she did not want to be found smashed in the apartment.
At the very least, Marisol had let herself get buzzed. It was a warm feeling, but it also reminded her that something was different. Between a cast party and some roommate drinking with Alice and, yes, some nights drinking with Skye, Marisol never actually drank alone. In fact, it reminded her that she was alone and she did not like it. The apartment felt too quiet and the couch was too empty. She realized she was having a rare moment where she missed the creature comforts of having a girlfriend.
She was barely paying attention to the vlog on the TV when the noise of the door jolted her up in her seat. Fortunately, all Marisol found was a guilty-looking Alice. Evidently, she expected Marisol to be in bed. Was it really that late already? She giggled at the accusation that followed. ”Nah, I’m just being my lame self and drinking alone while my roommate has a grand old New York adventure, flirting with girls at bars. How’d that go, by the way?” Alice could have been up to something else, but coming home so late, that was doubtful.
Marisol was not happy watching Skye feel this angry with her. It hurt. She also knew letting her girlfriend (or… well, was that still what she could call her) flashbang in her dorm was a bad idea, and she wanted to eliminate that possibility so they could talk about this.
Except Skye stepped back. She was upset, but she was being petty. Marisol was not allowed to step closer, even though they both knew she was trying to protect everyone. Because Skye was full of emotion as always and needed to throw this tantrum at full-power.
Skye called her out for ending things because of her grades, but the way Skye threw out her own straight As left a sour taste in Marisol’s mouth. ”Good for you, but I didn’t,” she muttered cooly. ”I got wrapped up in you and I almost fucked up my career.”
It was unfair. Incredibly unfair. But she finally admitted what she had danced around for months; part of her did blame Skye for those failed classes. Not even Skye; just their relationship and the way Marisol could not say no to it. The way she would run to Skye any time she could.
Marisol saw it coming; Skye was getting ready to blow and Marisol closed her eyes when she expected it-- but nothing. When she opened them, Skye was in her six-foot bubble. The dancer breathed a small sigh of relief and slumped to the ground, mirroring how Skye sat. ”I… don’t know,” she conceded. ”I don’t know what forever is, but I’m just trying to look at what’s in front of me. I think… right now… we’re done.”
She struggled to get the words out, and they cut into her heart. ”I’m sorry, Skye. I…” What? She was going to say she loved Skye, because she still did, but that was not going to make things better. She did not deserve to say it. ”I just need time alone.”
This conversation had taken unexpected turns, filling Marisol’s thoughts with films of moments that had not yet happened and moments that could. Leading Alice as they danced. Trading romantic gestures. Planning a wedding together. Private shows.
Engaged Marisol sounded like a lucky girl. Her flirty escapades were also something she had no clue how to process. ”Oh, I think I’d manage. Can’t tell you how though; mostly since I’m not sure what it was yet.” Except that was a lie. She could see fairy lights setting a cozy ambiance. She saw a tender serenade and a ring.
And it all hit her closer than she expected.
Thankfully, Alice latched onto the idea of a night of cuddling and movies. Thank heavens, because Marisol’s mental train was heading off the rails. Not that she was going to be in better shape snuggling close to Alice, but she’d figure it out. ”You go ahead and get cozy and I’ll be right here waiting for you,” she assured the gorgeous blue-haired girl, retreating to find the remote to look through Binge’s new releases.
The apartment felt empty. That was weird, because Marisol spent time alone in the apartment often. She liked peace and solitude.
The problem was how unexpected it was this time. After a hell week rehearsal, with her premier weekend coming up in a little over a week, Mari was looking forward to a night in with Alice. When she got the text letting her know Alice was hitting a club, it made her feel… off.
Which was stupid; Alice was welcome to enjoy herself! They lived their own lives and had nothing planned for the night. That all sounded reasonable, but it did leave Marisol feeling aimless in the apartment. She cast some ViewTube videos on the television and scrolled through articles on her phone. The night ended up becoming an exceptionally lazy one by Marisol’s standards. This became more true when she found a half-full bottle of wine in the fridge. Alice had snagged it (and Marisol did not question how or why) but now it felt like a good way to reward herself and unwind.
She would let herself relax in her cotton shorts and sleep shirt, occasionally glancing at the apartment door.
Did Mari really just send that? Her eyes were glued to her phone screen analyzing the short message she herself had sent. When she read it, the message sounded… ominous. If that message ended up on her own phone, she would feel a sense of dread, knowing what it would mean for her relationship.
Except Marisol had sent it. And right now? She mostly felt exhausted. She could not think about this right now. She could not spend her night staring at her phone waiting for Skye’s reply. Instead, she buried her face in her work. She was in a fog, forcing words onto paper, oblivious to the world.
She had no clue how much time passed when Marisol’s phone started buzzing. For all the resolve she acted like she had, she snatched the phone immediately to read the message. Where was she?
Oh. Oh shit. Skye was here.
Mari just typed out the floor and the common area she was in and braced herself. Skye arrived with the passion she was known for, but this came in a much different color. Despite everything, Marisol stood to get Skye into her bubble. She could not let Skye flashbang her dorm.
This was easier on the phone, and that made Marisol a coward. Now she looked at her feet, trying to string together words that made sense to her. It was harder in person. ”I… listen, Skye. I have so much I need to focus on. I can’t fail this semester. I just… I don’t think I can juggle school, the show, and us.” She felt the heat of guilt on her face admitting it.
Marisol understood the plight of someone seeking warmth. She was from California for goodness’ sake. Seeing Alice cozy in their warmest blanket, it was not a lie to say she was envious. It looked warm in there, and if they were sharing it, it could be even warmer.
And while there was nothing wrong with sharing a blanket with your friend, the notion did lead to much different thoughts. Where was her head even at today? She smiled and chuckled, trying not to let her mind stray on the topic of flexible Alice. ”No dancing. Fair. If you ever have to dance, I’ll just help by leading. It’s fine.” Except the type of dance they had been talking about was--
MOVING ON. She shifted her focus on to talk of their fake proposals. This was, oddly enough, safer. She could justify more of her thoughts as a consequence of her “role.” Alice was convinced she could have won Marisol over. The dancer’s mind actually went to desserts first before Alice hijacked her thoughts with further implications. Marisol had never used either during anything intimate, but her imagination could connect the dots.
The swimming sexy thoughts were cut through by a big L word. It was part of the act, and that was why it made her heart flutter. ”I clearly never stood a chance,” she admitted warmly.
Her eyes lingered on Alice dreamily before she finally noticed and took a sip of her coffee to look away. Her gaze shifted to the side to the living room. ”Hey. It’s actually pretty chilly in here. Maybe we should crank the heat and cuddle up on the couch for warmth?” she suggested playfully. ”Warming up with my fiancee and playing games or watching a sappy movie sounds like a way to beat the cold and dreary, right?”
When Marisol’s roommate returned to the dorm, she brought some friends who were excited for a night of fun and festivities. Annoyed, Marisol gathered her stuff and tried to find a common area to work in. Her first three attempts, she found groups of friends hanging out. They had the right, but it was getting to Marisol. Everyone was so ready to have fun and goof off, but she was the one overtired with her nose to the grindstone.
Her new roommate was a party girl who did not mesh well with the studious super-senior. Marisol was upset she needed a new roommate. She should be done. How could she fail her classes? She let herself get so distracted. She had wonderful things in her life, but… those same wonderful things almost derailed her whole career.
Marisol winced when her phone buzzed. She was seeing Skye less lately, and part of her hated that, but… part of her noticed how she could bury herself in work now. Her first relationship was great at its best, but was it sustainable? The way they used to spend together… she wondered.
Skye was clearly noticing. This kind of message was coming a lot now. She missed her. Wished she was not so busy. She loved her. And Marisol loved her back but was love enough to ignore the rest of her life?
Before she could think twice, Marisol swiped a message and hit send, then her eyes went wide when she processed the words she had let herself send.
”It’s a shame the Mansion won’t let you complete the rest of your work from the comfort of your cocoon,” Marisol teased as her friend huddled within the heavy blanket for warmth.
> "You must think my prices are really low if you reckon a cup of coffee is enough for a striptease from me dear, but I'm sure I could find an excuse if you really wanted to see me naked."
Marisol’s mouth felt suspiciously dry. Where was a good witty comeback? Probably behind the flood of images in her head now. Thankfully, she powered through to the sweater, and Alice pushed her again with another show. Come one, Marisol, make an effort. ”Sure you want to offer another show? I’m a professional performer; what if I’m a harsh critic?” Not that the performances were anything alike, but it was clever, right?
So they had put themselves in the odd position of playing the roles of two betrothed women in the building. Alice had some ideas, and true to form, she was a constructive planner. As nice as the truth was, it was the most painfully awkward option. Waiting until after Alice was done with school? That was actually much more reasonable, though it did mean keeping up the charade for four years. Was that so bad though? They were having fun with it, beyond a few awkward interactions.
And then that third option. Did the room get warmer? ”I hope for your sake that wasn’t how we got engaged. I don’t think I would have been wooed by your flexing, darling.” It was light-hearted; they both knew Alice was not some spoiled rich heiress, or at least that did not define her. Since that day apartment hunting, it became something they could make jokes about more easily. ”I better have been proposed to in a very romantic way or this engagement is a farce.”
