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.
That little joke had gotten out of hand, and now Marisol was suffering the consequences. This was what she deserved, honestly. She braced for the impact, but Skye’s initial reaction was softer than she expected.
That vulnerable moment did not last, of course. The frigid bite of Skye’s dig was sank into Marisol’s gut. ”I… I didn’t…”
Her muttering did not resolve into anything before Skye dropped a bomb of her own. Skye found a girlfriend. That was… hard to hear. Harder than Marisol expected. She ended things, and she was sure she had found her way to being at peace with their breakup. That did not make it easy to hear your ex moved on.
”The fiancee thing… it’s a misunderstanding with my neighbors. She’s just a roommate,” she admitted softly, feeling the sting of tears forming in her eyes. Damn traitor eyes. ”Skye… I’m happy you found someone. You deserve it. Honestly...”
Marisol sat at a desk working on a paper. She was a performing arts student; why the hell did she even have to do papers? She was frustrated; that was happening a lot lately. Right now, she was just doing her best to keep her head down and focus-- she could not fail again.
Marisol did not like being this broken-up and vulnerable. She wanted Skye to see a happy, emotionally-stable side of her. She had worked to make sure Skye knew how happy their time together made her. She did not want to give Skye the impression she was taking her for granted, which meant when she made time for her even if time was tight.
Now that Marisol was feeling like a failure who wasted her semester, Skye wanted to be here for her. She offered time to make things easier to deal with. Shared time was Skye’s love language, and it was sweet of her to offer.
There were things Marisol should be doing. She had to tell her uncle and mother what happened. She needed to reach back out to the school to plan how she was going to deal with class costs and housing. There was so much weighing on her mind.
But she did want to spend her time with Skye because Skye made her happy, and maybe she needed that right now? ”I think some music and some you sounds good. Let’s hold off on the cookie dough, though…”
Marisol bit her tongue because Skye was wrong, but she was not wrong about everything. Swallowing her frustration, she forced out words. ”I didn’t stop loving you, Skye. It was just too much. There was so much you, I was losing track of everything else.”
She hated admitting that, because a weaker version of her had blamed that on Skye. Marisol was going to say more before a window on the first floor of her building opened and a nice old lady peeked out. “Oh, Marisol. If you have a moment to drop by, I’d love to give you that sweater we talked about. That skin-and-bones fiancee of yours needs all the help she can get this Winter!”
Marisol winced. Hard. This was going to go poorly. ”Thank you, Mrs. Mazeiko, I’ll drop by later,” she mumbled half-heartedly, hearing the older woman accept the answer and close her window. Good; she did not want the kindly old Greek woman around for the fallout.
At least Marisol was not the only one to feel some embarrassment here. Truthfully, she was surprised she was feeling embarrassed, but maybe it was because of how familiar she was with Alice as a friend. She was not just an actress in a dressing room. That made sense, right?
Watching Alice be embarrassed though? Well, that was admittedly cute, drawing a grin out of the latina with the pinkened cheeks. ”I’m not sure there was much time for me to say anything between the clothes being on you and them being on the floor.” She gestured toward the living room. ”You look frozen, hon. Grab the blanket on the couch?” In a blanket, Alice might be less cold. And less distracting.
Alice was very slim due to her mutation. Plenty of girls would kill for her metabolism but Marisol knew it was a burden in its own right. Still, Alice’s lithe figure was nice. Marisol did not have “types,” but Celeste was on the thin side, right? Skye was petite, too. Maybe there was a trend there?
Not that she was assessing Alice as being her “type” or not. They were roommates and friends, but Alice was also a woman. Marisol liked women. Why not take the moment to think about her aesthetic preferences?
”So wait, making your coffee doesn’t warrant more shows? Hmm, we’ll see then,” she teased, but she was already preparing Alice’s coffee the way she liked it.
The silly, sexy incident did make her think about her morning. ”You know, it was funny. When I was heading to the cafe this morning, that older woman from down the hall mentioned she had a sweater her niece has outgrown. She asked what size my fiancee wears. What do you think, darling? Want a hand-me-down?”
Her grin was broad as she poured their coffees into their favorite mugs. ”Honestly, at this point I don’t even know how or when we’re gonna be able to correct that little rumor.” It was their fault, after all. The news traveled fast, and even netted them a few move-in gifts from their neighbors.
Now that Marisol had made it through school, she had more time to spare. Admittedly, with how rehearsals ramped up, free time was still at a premium, but the actress was no longer overwhelmed by everything she had to juggle. If anything, now her concerns rested with financial responsibilities. Her pay for the show would scale up when the shows went live, but until then, her budget was tight.
Thankfully, Marisol still had a good relationship with the woman who owned the cafe she worked at throughout her high school years. Picking up a handful of shifts helped balance out Marisol's expenses. It also reaffirmed a taste for coffee in Marisol that helped keep her going as she stayed busy.
After a short morning shift, Marisol had returned just in time to beat the approaching storm clouds. After a morning of making coffee, she had immediately started a pot in the kitchen. She had been given a new roast by the owner, so why not make something hot to deal with the cold gross day they were going to have outside?
Marisol was in the kitchen, still wearing her restaurant apron when the door to the apartment opened. She almost spoke up but her voice died in her voice as Alice stripped. She pressed her lips tightly, feeling a warmth in her chest. Hypocritical warmth, considering she would have done the same.
Forcing a smile and leaning over the kitchen island, Marisol asked. "Lose your race with the freezing rain clouds?" It was easy to see how cold Alice was, both by the goosebumps and certain... features easier to notice through only a bra. "Would it help if I say coffee's almost ready?"
It was easy to feel comfortable around Alice. The blue-haired girl has a casual air about her, and it encouraged Marisol to relax and take things casually. With some roommates, she might concern herself with what the other girl thought of her. With Alice, she just let herself be... well, herself.
"It's delicious. My rule of thumb: if you just make sure you don't skimp on spice and flavor, I'll be happy. As someone who has had to subsist on chicken breasts for extended periods of time, that can be very bland if you don't do something to make it interesting." Thankfully, Alice had done great with the stir fry, showing off her culinary prowess. If she was not so committed to engineering, she would make a hell of a chef.
It did sound like Alice had some tasks, but nothing dire. She was approaching the end of her high school workload, and unlike some people, she was handling things fine. Good for her, honestly.
Alice shifted the focus back to Marisol, who stretched out her limbs in response. "Understatement. Rehearsal kicked my butt," she admitted. "At this rate, I might have to look into getting a masseuse. My back and shoulders need attention and my thighs-- oof, my thighs. They could use some love," she lamented before indulging in another delicious bite of her dinner. At least she could watch whatever they had on TV and go into low-maintenance mode mentally. It was nice to unwind and de-stress, even if her limbs were still crying out for relief.
When she got the news, Marisol sort of autopiloted to Skye because where else would she go? Skye was the one she kept going to when she needed somewhere to be. Being with Skye made things better, so why would she not go to the woman she loved?
The moment Skye got a good look at her, she pulled her into a warm hug. Marisol’s head was still filled with fog, but the warmth and love melted some of the frost she was carrying with her.
Maybe that was why, when Skye started asking what had happened and what was wrong, the tears Marisol had been holding in flowed freely. Through her sobbing, she choked out the problem. ”I failed. I… I have to r-retake my courses in the Fall. I’m not graduating…”
Marisol retreated into her room, closing the door as the towel fell from her body. Despite her typical lack of interest in the sexual, Marisol had no qualms with her body. To the contrary, she worked hard to keep her body in top shape. Being an actress and a dancer, her life spent a not-insignificant amount of time in dressing rooms around other women. She saw no issue with going to and from the bathroom in her towel. She had picked the furthest of the two bedrooms from the bathroom, so the journey could not be helped.
Once she was sufficiently dry, Marisol confirmed she had nothing but to do tonight beyond hanging out in the apartment with Alice. She grabbed cotton panties, blue cotton shorts, and a heather gray tanktop, donning the ensemble. This was truly the height of comfort! Well, almost-- she needed some long socks to keep her feet warm. New York Winters, after all.
Once she was sufficiently cozied up for the night, Marisol returned to the living room, she hopped over the back of the couch and bounced into her seat. With a quick scan of the area, she spotted her food and grabbed the plate. "You're the best. Undisputed fact," she affirmed, forking a hot, tasty bite of stir fry into her mouth.
Marisol covered her mouth with the back of her hand so she could ask, "You don't have homework or something, right? Heaven forbid I'm a bad influence." She framed it as a joke, but after her own experiences, this was something Marisol was susceptible to worrying about.
Marisol did not come to the decision to end things with Skye lightly. It took time and a lot of uncertainty. She hoped Skye understood, but this meeting suggested that was not the case. Marisol was hurt because she was not malicious; she did not want to hurt Skye like she did. ”I… Skye, I didn’t just stop loving you. I’m sorry. It was hard and I didn’t know what to do…”
It was not a surprise. Not really. Deep down, Marisol knew the way her semester was heading. She was just in denial, believing she was just in a funk and she would break it in time to save her semester. When her instructors let her know her coursework was insufficient and she would need to complete another semester, it became real.
Walking through the Mansion to Skye’s room, Marisol was in a fog. What went wrong? She was a good student. What would her mother and uncle say? How was she going to juggle First Position rehearsals with another semester of coursework?
By the time she knocked on the door and stood in Skye’s doorway, tears were starting to well in her eyes.
Slowly but surely, their apartment was coming together. They started off light on… well, stuff. Both girls lived in dorms, one larger than the other, but more or less a bedroom’s worth of junk. Her uncle gave them their first piece of living room furniture-- a couch that was lightly used but still perfect for two young women needing a place to sit. From there, they were finding pieces to fill needs where they could.
It was nice. They had a living room, or the start of one, where Marisol could relax and hang out with her roommate. Of course, there were still times when she needed time to herself, but that was what her bedroom was for and that system was working so far. Marisol was still getting used to Alice’s… shall we call it, free-form schedule, but they were adapting. Alice was good at not getting too loud or distracting, making the inconveniences minimal. Honestly, it was better than her last roommate had done.
It was a typical night, and Marisol was feeling the aftereffects of rehearsal. When she got home, she opted to soak in the tub for… well, long enough for Alice to get home and evidently cook dinner. Did Alice even know she was in the bathroom?
Well, she had been there absorbed in a book until the water was barely warm anymore and her toes were definitely pruny. Alice’s call for dinner was as good a prompt as any to get out and on with her night. The fact that she could smell the stir fry from the bathroom helped her choice.
Draining the water, Marisol patted herself down before wrapping the towel around her body. She opened the door of the bathroom and stepped out, spotting Alice immediately. The main area of the apartment was open, so she was on one end of the living room, and Alice was in her element in the kitchen, which was on the other side and separated by a half-wall-slash-counter. ”Mmm, whatever you made it smells divine. Let me rush to throw on clothes and I’ll be right out. And if there’s a bowl waiting for me at the couch when I get out, that’d probably make you the best roomie ever.” With a grin, she briskly walked though the living room to her own bedroom, holding her towel in place as she strode.
What the everloving hell did that mean? Marisol was not ready for this. Was that a compliment or an insult? Skye liked the way she looked, last she remembered. Skye knew how to make her feel beautiful. Marisol was now being reminded of the power Skye had over her.
And she wielded that power like a sword. Marisol winced as the shot hit her and it cracked her heart. She thought Skye might have had a hard time with the breakup, but it killed her to realize how much she damaged Skye. That was never the goal; she just needed to refocus, and Skye was all she saw when they were together. "Listen, I... I'm sorry." She did owe her an apology, if not for the breakup, then maybe for vanishing. "It was a stressful time. I needed space, Skye. But um, quite good is... is good. I'm still glad you're okay."
She was glad she did not break Skye beyond repair.
Marisol expected to be more nervous when she said it. What if it was too early? What if she didn't say it back? Those thoughts never entered her mind because everything about this felt... right.
That was why the affirmation from Skye was less of a revelation and more of a warm blanket enveloping her. They were in love. It was so apparent, and every kiss they shared echoed that.
And those kisses were intense. Loving kisses. Needing kisses. As they deepened, Marisol leaned back against the bed, letting Skye follow her until the vivid, bold girl she loved was on top of her. Marisol bit her lip. "Please tell me we have time," she whispered. "Everyone can wait a little longer, right?"
It did not matter. This felt right. Marisol let her hands find the hem of Skye's shirt to peel it slowly off her body. If Skye tried to caution her about the decision she was pushing them toward, Marisol would respond with another piece of removed clothing until it was just them. Just two young women in a bed, in love, and taking a blissful leap together...
Marisol hated how foreign everything felt in this situation. There was a time when everything with Skye just felt normal. Now Marisol was on edge, and she hated it because she knew she was at fault.
"You look good," she fumbled out, before pointing to Skye's hair, which was its standard color. Probably for the best since Marisol could guess the shade she would be sporting. "The mohawk's a good look for you."
Was that even right or fair to point out? What was the right thing to say? It had been a while, maybe she was supposed to try catching up. She would hazard a question. "How have you been?"
Marisol never expected to be the type of girl who would get lost in her relationship. She was quickly learning how wrong she was. She really liked Skye, and when she was around, other things felt less important. What else gave her this fluttery feeling? It had a name, didn't it?
Also, she finally understood why kissing was so great. So many little wonderful things. She felt it through her whole body when Skye's fingers got into her hair. Skye was the more experienced of the pair, but Marisol was learning her way around Skye. There was so much to enjoy, and so much they had not enjoyed quite yet. Still, she felt it coming, because each kiss seemed to generate more heat and another word at the tip of her tongue.
With the gift handed over, Marisol skipped over to her bed to sit down and assess it. Flat, square, and she was tempted to shake it but would have died of embarrassment if she broke something. Instead, she carefully tore into the wrapping paper and cut the box open.
The record slammed her with memories. Maybe it was their third date? Not counting hanging out in their rooms or grabbing coffee. Skye and Marisol had unique music tastes that did not always overlap, but there was something about The Stolen Moment Affair. When Marisol found them in Skye's music library, she was hooked for the bettr part of a month. Leave it to Skye to surprise her with tickets to see them in a small music club on Long Island.
Marisol felt her heart swell thinking back to that night, and the record would forever remind her of a perfect night hand in hand in the crowd with the woman she...
"I love you, Skye." Marisol realized the words slipped from her lips and almost corrected herself. "I meant thank you. Well, I do mean thank you but also... I really love you, Skye." She had been close to saying it for a while now, but it came so easily suddenly.
The longer they spent apart, the harder Marisol knew it would be to see Skye again. She had never had a girlfriend before, let alone an ex-girlfriend. Things did not end easily, and Marisol was sure she had only made things worse by dropping off the face of the earth. Seeing Skye, it was like every stereotype of the world slowing down.
When Skye noticed her, the air turned cold and so did Marisol's blood. Thing were indeed as bad as she expected. She took a subconscious step closer to ensure Skye was in her radius. After their history, she knew to keep an eye out for potential moments of panic or stress, and they were in one of those, she was very sure.
It was amazed of the things you didn't forget...
Marisol felt like she had a lot on her plate, to the point where she almost let her birthday pass without a thought. Thankfully, Skye was on top of things and her wonderful girlfriend was not going to let her hold up in her dorm for the night.
The moment Marisol opened the door and met the beautiful young woman there to greet her, she wasted no time pulling Skye into the room and into her arms and into a deep kiss. When she finally broke the kiss, she smiled. "I can't believe it; an amazing, perfect gift showed up on my dorm doorstep! And hey, she brought a box," she added, chuckling as she kicked closed the door to the room.
Now that they had their privacy, Marisol eyed the colorful parcel. "Though okay, I am pretty curious what you got me." So sue her for being excited for her first girlfriend birthday gift! She was interested in their plan for the day, but until then, they had a little time to themselves.
Marisol was ready to collapse for a long overdue nap, but she was still conscious enough to catch Zaid apologizing. He justified their messy encounter while pulling out his phone, which Marisol fought every urge to compliment. She was finally realizing that would make things worse.
Really, it was considerate for him to apologize when one considered most of the problems today had been her fault. As such, the dancer would not be shy about owning that. ”Don’t sweat it, Zaid. I’m not at my most anything today, except maybe awkward. I’m not much of a people person off stage,” she admitted, ”so thank you for bearing with me.”
Ready to give the server and the waking world a reprieve from her, Marisol offered one last friendly handshake. ”See you around, Zaid. And good luck with… well, whatever comes next.” She would leave her well-wishing vague as she bid him farewell and departed.
No amount of cautious realism was going to get in the way of the warm fuzzy feeling Marisol knowing she was going to be living with one of her best friends. she only had so many these days, and she had not been the best friend during the rush she put herself through in the last few months.
Hopefully, they could work out as roommates and it would help them strengthen that friendship. It was comfortable knowing Alice was really on board for this, which became clear when she started taking the reins on plans to sign the lease and move in. Marisol stood back and watched in appreciation as that clever, methodical mind worked.
While Alice made calls, Marisol explored the space, picturing lazy mornings with Alice’s easy company. She might get to finally meet Alice's sister, and Marisol would invite her aunt and uncle, as well as her little cousin Chase to check out the place when things were settled in.
Maybe this really could be a new chapter. before she could wonder if this was really happening, Alice returned triumphant. They could sign the lease, and there was more good news to follow. Here's hoping that was the beginning of a trend. She could use it. ”Well then, darling,” she beamed, snagging Alice’s waist and pulling her into a hug, ”I guess this is actually happening. I, for one, can’t wait.” And in character, and maybe just in the moment, she kissed Alice’s cheek.
