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.
Marisol did not put much stock into consequence when she chose to kiss Skye. There was a big future to consider after that kiss, but those thoughts were not on her mind in that moment. All she thought about when kissing Skye was how much she had wanted to do that and for how long. The real questions came when they broke the kiss and came clean with their feelings.
The knot in her stomach tightened when the possibility of Skye’s feelings being different hit her. Skye was a young woman with a history of keeping things casual, and Mari had no plan if Skye wanted something casual. Was it something Mari could handle?
Luckily, Skye put those worries to rest. The feelings Marisol developed were matched by Skye. After her first crush went unrequited, it was an uplifting moment to really like a girl and be liked that much in return. Skye acknowledged her inexperience with relationships, but she was willing to try. Marisol could not ask for more.
Marisol could not help it. She met Skye for their third kiss; the third of many, she hoped. She followed Skye’s guidance, comfortable taking notes, and melding seamlessly into Skye’s lips. ”We’ll figure this out together,” she assured Skye when they came up for air. ”I’m still new to this, but realizing you’re my girlfriend now makes my heart swell, so that’s gotta be a good sign.”
Marisol Cervantes had a girlfriend. She could do a victory dance if she was not so committed to keeping hold of Skye.
It took Marisol a few seconds to follow along with the younger woman’s explanation. English might not be her first language, which was not a problem, it just required a patient ear. She was looking for a temple, which was unfortunately unfamiliar with the west coast transplant. The look of defeat the girl had when she gestured to her useless phone tugged at Marisol’s heartstrings.
Thankfully, the girl’s home was a place Marisol was very familiar with. Considering her uncle, cousin, and girlfriend all lived at the Mansion, Marisol became an expert in navigating her way north to the school. “Xavier’s. I know where the Xavier’s School. There is a park area surrounding it. It’s not super close, but I know where there’s a subway that’ll get us near there.”
It was not exactly her original plan, but she considered dropping by the mansion anyway. Maybe helping a lost student find her way back was a sign to amend her plan after all. Marisol smiled. ”Well, you’re in luck. If you’re comfortable with the idea, I can go with you to make sure you get there safely. I know New York can be stressful when you’re new to it. Does that sound okay to you?” She did not speak slowly, but she did try to speak clearly, unsure of the girl’s familiarity with English. Marisol was still a stranger, so she did not want to force the girl into a situation she might not feel safe with.
It might help if she took some step to become less of a stranger. ”I’m Marisol, by the way.”
Mari tried not to giggle at the clunkiness of her kiss. Skye was more experienced than she was. Maybe if she was lucky, Skye would find her awkwardness endearing.
The kiss broke and Mari worried she made the wrong move. Maybe she misread Skye, or the kiss was so bad, she made Skye disinterested in her. There was a wave of relief when Skye smirked and returned to kiss her, leading her into the kiss, making it easier to meld into her.
When they stopped kissing the second time, Mari’s breath was shaky. She matched Skye’s smile, her hands resting on Skye’s hips. She could see why people were so high on kissing. Skye made the appeal quite clear. Experience did not hurt.
Of course, Skye’s experience came from her dating style. Mari had not been thinking about that until she was now meeting the eyes of a girl she had significant feelings for. She was not a casual dater like the rainbow mutant. What if that was what she was getting herself into?
Mari needed to communicate. ”I like you, Skye. Like, I like-like you,” she admitted, using the cliché innocent term. ”I hope… well, do you like me the same way I like you?” Her expression was genuine and her eyes expressed vulnerability. ”I know what I want, but I want to know if we’re both looking for the same thing.”
It was nice to see Toby taking a liking to something, regardless of how silly it was. The boy struggled to connect with aspects of civilian life after his upbringing. If squishy toys made him happy, she’d gladly support it.
She looked at the selection of squishies Toby narrowed down to, considering each one. ”Hmm, well, if you like the egg, it could probably use a friend. Maybe the happy bacon? Oh, and the little piglet is cute!” She smiled, before the smile faded. ”Though it may be inappropriate to get the bacon and the piglet.” Could you be cruel to a stress ball toy?
”I think it’s best if you decide what you like most,” Marisol affirmed, standing up straight to stretch. She surveyed the shop with a cursory glance. No Chase. That was… disconcerting. She was close to the door, so she was relatively confident he had not slipped out. Then again, if he shapeshifted… no. Her aura would keep that from getting by her.
Marisol smiled at her cousin’s doppelganger. ”While you make your big choice, I think I’m gonna check and make sure Chase is doing okay. Don’t run off, okay?” Toby was not exactly like her cousin, and sometimes that was good: she could trust Toby not to vanish on her.
Mari was not used to talking about her emotions and romance because, until recently, she had little of the former and none of the latter in her life. Now that she was feeling things for the first time others experienced as kids, she was terrified to do it wrong or to say something and get shut down. She never even got that far with Celeste, since she found herself a boyfriend too quickly.
Talking to Skye about her feelings without saying who they were for felt like intentionally hiding something. Why? What kept her from coming out and saying it? Maybe it was the thumping of her heart that she could hear so clearly. Maybe the butterflies in her stomach were making her hesitate. Maybe she wasn’t ready to change how things were between her and Skye.
Skye did not make assumptions, or if she did, she kept them to herself. She reminded Mari of their first encounter. It was the subway and Mari was stuck trying to make a major life choice. Déjà vu. She did remember the day clearly. Skye was the one who gave her the push to follow her dreams. A bold mutant girl who knew her less than a day. Even then, Skye wanted Mari to be happy. She told her to go for it. ”Okay.”
Mari turned her body toward Skye and leaned in. Her entire body tingled as her lips pressed against Skye’s lips for the first time. She was inexperienced and was awkward with the angle of her head, bumping their noses together. She would just trust Skye to guide her, assuming Skye didn’t just pull away and ask her to leave.
Now that the seasons were starting to change, Marisol was really being reminded of her west coast upbringing. New York went from warm summer days to chilly fall much faster than she expected. It was time to start dressing in layers and she was working on adjusting to that.
To her credit, she did bring a sweatshirt when she left her place in the morning. It was Skye’s, which was most of the reason she thought to take it with her. Under the zip-up hoodie, she was wearing her ballet leotard and opaque black leggings. She was only needed for the morning rehearsal, which left the rest of her day open!
Open for homework. Yaaaaaaaay.
With a dance-focused rehearsal, she had not grabbed street clothes to change into, so she was keen on getting home quickly. From there, she could dive into homework and possibly convince Skye to keep her company while she worked. It was nice to have that option in her back pocket. Well, her metaphorical back pocket given her outfit.
Over the course of her time in New York, the city slowly became less intimidating. The crowds could still overwhelm Mari, but she managed that better now. She could walk with the masses. She was slowly becoming an expert of the subway; at least, the trains she took often. She was no longer the panicking, stunned girl who moved to the city a year earlier.
The day was like any other, with Marisol minding her own business and walking toward the nearest subway stop. Her attention was caught by a girl trying and failing to summon a taxi. Or pedestrian assistance. Or seemingly any help at all. Her expression was wracked with frustration. It was a feeling Marisol remembered all to well.
She also remembered Alice helping her after they quite literally bumped into each other. Alice might have saved her from a full-on breakdown. Maybe this girl could use the same. (Minus the collision, obviously.)
Marisol walked up to the girl cautiously, unknowingly moving her within her six-foot adapted aura. ”Sorry, but is everything alright?”
Mari was finishing up putting her clothes when she finally started questioning her actions. She could have changed elsewhere, and she was in denial if she thought this was just like changing in the dressing rooms. She could feel goosebumps on her skin and heat in her cheeks. She could also swear she felt eyes on her.
That made her feel… well, it was hard to describe. Mari liked the idea that Skye might be sneaking a peek at her. It was thrilling and validating. She ventured to peek over her shoulder just enough to see Skye jus turning away. She was definitely looking at Mari.
When Mari was done, Skye seemed out of sorts. It was terrible, but Mari was almost glad; there was comfort in realizing that maybe she really was not the only one nervous. What did that mean though? What was going on in Skye’s head? She had half a mind to step far enough away to get a glimpse of color.
That would be cheating though; maybe she just needed to test the waters. Dear heavens, how did she do that, though?
Mari sat on the bed next to Skye, pulling her knees up against her body. ”Hey, Skye? You know how I told you about my thing. How I don’t really get attracted to people, except in really rare situations?”
Mari’s eyes were on her toes because she worried Skye would read her too easily if she made eye contact. ”So, there’s this person I know. And… I think I’m kinda into them.”
Mari’s cart passed close to another racer, her shells hitting them as they passed, sending them up into the air. Skye’s reaction made it obvious who Mari hit. She chuckled, mumbling, ”Sorry,” as karma caught up to her and a small mushroom man with invincibility drove through her, forcing her into a tumble of her own.
It really was nice to play a simple game and not think about the stresses of life for a night. Mari was thankful to Skye for making that possible. The only problem was the peaceful quiet left her thinking too much about Skye.
By the end of the race, Mari had managed a fourth place finish, meaning neither girl had placed. ”Yeesh, we must be rusty.” Or distracted.
Mari met Skye’s eyes, getting caught in them. She would have zoned out completely if Skye was not being the sweet, supportive person Mari needed in her life. She placed a hand on Skye’s knee and nodded. ”You being in my life is everything I could need, Skye.” She smiled.
And her hand lingered on Skye’s knee for a few seconds until that proximity hit Mari. ”I should… change into pajamas.” Slowly, almost reluctantly, Mari got up from the bed and gathered clothes from her bag.
She was still close to Skye; close enough to keep the mutant in her aura. She looked at the clothes, considering a trip to the bathroom, but that felt unnecessary. ”Alright, changing,” she advised, trying not to sound nervous. She pulled her shirt over her head and tugged her shorts past her hips. For a few moments, she was just standing there, facing away from Skye, in lavender underwear. She could feel heat on her skin like her full body was blushing.
As she pulled a sleep shirt on, she needed to fill the silence. ”D-did you have some of the quesadilla yet? My tío will probably see it as an insult if you leave it untouched.”
Mari still remembered the woman she met on a subway train who was uncertain of her life and the direction she wanted to take it. It was comforting to see how far Skye had come along in that time. Her friend was more focused on succeeding at school so she could pursue a field she was excited in, and outside of classes, she was looking to put her powers to commendable use. Skye had grown a lot over the course of their friendship, and Mari was overwhelmingly proud of her.
She also wanted Skye to keep herself safe. The mutant had a knack for brash decision making, and Mari would be inconsolable if anything happened to Skye out on a mission. She knew there was a risk and Skye could not control everything, but Mari still appreciated the sincerity of her promise. ”Good. Thank you,” she replied, equally sincere.
Mari had made it to fourth place off the back of her bullet powerup, and she was focusing on avoiding obstacles in a cave of ice and pillars. She bumped off a pillar, losing some speed, when Skye asked if she had anything to get off her chest. Did she? Nah. Besides being all but sure Skye was the second person in Mari’s life she felt romantic feelings of longing for, Mari had nothing important to bring up.
She almost pushed the words out, but there was something blocking them. Fear. Anxiety. She balked. ”I guess I have been working so hard in rehearsals, I haven’t had much time for thinking or reflecting on how things have been going. The casting team took a risk on me as young, unproven talent, so I’ve got this chip on my shoulder.”
Her character picked up three green turtle shells that started circling her character, protecting her until she shot them. ”This level is more intense than I’m used to, and I guess I’m worried if I don’t bring everything every night, I’m going to fail.” After years of success in school, this fear of failure was hitting Mari like a brick to the head. She did not know how to talk about it with her performing friends, but she felt safe confiding in Skye.
As silly as the racing game could be, the items provided a fun factor Mari really enjoyed. With her fall, she was behind in the standings. In a normal racing game, that was probably a death sentence, but as she had learned, a game like this gave the losing racers better items. She just needed to find an item box.
She also needed to keep her mind on appropriate ideas. She had side-tracked herself with poor word choices, and the last thing she should be doing in Skye’s bed was daydreaming about… well, other things she could be doing in Skye’s bed.
”Of course I’m going to be supportive, Skye,” she assured her friend. ”The X-Men do good things for people and help keep people safe. I should know; my Tío is part of the team, after all.” He was all about saving and protecting people, even if that meant putting the fear of God into two young girls at a house party.
Mari’s princess drove through a shiny box and items scrolled through her options until it settled on a large bullet with cartoon eyes and arms. Hitting the item button, Mari watched her character turn into a massive bullet that flew across the road at a high speed, knocking a few other racers she passed through. Wow, that was satisfying. ”Besides, I know they won’t let you out into the field unless they’re confident you can stay safe. Plus, you know I’ll kick your butt if you get yourself hurt out there, so obviously, you’re not going to do that, right?”
Sure, she was worried about what could happen to Skye, but she was not going to keep her friend from doing great things because she worried about her. People were friends with police and fire fighters, and they had to accept their friends’ bravery came with risks. This was the same, and Mari wanted to support Skye.
There were pajamas in Mari’s bag, but there was no rush to change into them. With the weather turning cooler, she had a cozy sweater over her top and denim shorts, which were comfortable enough for lounging around and playing games in.
Settling in beside Skye, Mari took her controller and ate another bite of her quesadilla before setting it down in the container to be nibbled on between races. ”I’d barely call this a racing game. If I’m remembering it right, it’s more crazy items and chance than a serious race.” To almost prove her point, she picked a cartoony princess in a yellow dress and crown and selected a motorcycle for her to ride on.
School was important; despite Mari’s recent decisions, she did believe that. This was particularly true for Skye’s dream job, which came up in one of their first real talks about life plans the day they met. It was bizarre to think of how far they had come since then. ”I hope I’ve mentioned how proud of you I am. Both for pursuing your journalistic dreams and your plans to join the X-Men.”
That last plan could have been a point of contention for other friends, but as dangerous as the X-Men life could be, Mari already had one person she loved in their ranks. She saw the team as a calling for people who wanted to do good, and she was happy Skye had aspirations like that.
It was not going to be easy, of course. Even the training was evidently quite the challenge, as Skye was learning. Mari chuckled as the race began and she lucked into a small boost to start the race. ”I guess we’re both feeling pretty beat up tonight. At least we can recover, as long as we don’t plan on doing any strenuous physical activity together tonight.”
Mari’s princess accidentally drove off the path of ice into frozen water, but Mari herself suddenly felt warm. As a turtle on a cloud towed her back to the road, she took the moment to slip out of her sweater, leaving her in her strappy tanktop.
Video games were not a staple part of Mari’s childhood growing up. Money was never plentiful, though her mother worked to get Mari the things she wanted growing up. Video games were just not on her radar when she was young, so there were other things she thought might be more practical to ask for. This was not to say she had never played video games; she had some friends, and as with most in her generation, they were a popular pastime among her peers.
It did not matter that video games were not Mari’s “thing,” since Skye clearly enjoyed them. Mari felt an invested interest in familiarizing herself with something Skye liked. They were fun to play, and it was an activity they could play together. That made Mari happy.
Mari set down the container of quesadillas and picked up a triangle slice of one. She took a bite, the pull of cheese stretching until it finally snapped. While she munched on the snack, she looked at Skye’s collection of video games. She wanted something casual that a non-gamer could step into without much trouble. She picked up the case for Giuseppe Race Ultimate and held it up. ”A cart racing game could be fun, right? Something I could luck into kicking your butt in?” If she got really lucky, of course.
Slipping off her laceless flats, Mari climbed onto Skye’s bed to sit next to the girl. This was going to be fun! Girls had sleepovers all the time, sitting on beds together, sharing close proximity. Was the mansion warmer than usual? ”So your week’s been rough, too? Wanna tell me about it?”
Mari was a different person in the theatre. That was her element, and that gave her confidence and the ability to roll with the punches. Much of her adolescence had been spent in dressing rooms with girls haphazardly removing clothing so they could get into their next costume before their next cue. Nothing about that was ever weird or out of place for her.
Standing in Skye’s doorway and seeing her in underthings was not Mari’s element. It was so unexpected, and it was Skye in (almost) all her glory. Those girls in the dressing room? Not Skye. They did not have the kind of power over Mari that Skye somehow had. She was turned around, but she could feel butterflies, which was definitely new.
>> ”It's okay now; I'm decent--ish. Well, I'm covered up. It really is nice to see you."[/color]
With the go-ahead given, Mari turned around to see Skye with violet hair wearing a long shirt. It was a cute look, and not in the “I can see the aesthetic appeal of this for someone who would be into that kind of thing.” Skye specifically was very cute to Mari in that outfit.
Her nervous giggling matched Skye’s as she stepped closer, her aura bleeding the color from Skye’s hair. She wished she could turn that off sometimes. ”It’s nice to see you too, as always.”
Mari set down a small duffel bag and unzipped it. She had a change of clothes at the bottom, as well as pajamas. From atop that, she took out a sealed container that was still warm to the touch. ”So I was thinking… since I have an actual night off and every muscle in my body is still aching, would you be interested in doing absolutely nothing with me?”
She unsealed the container, letting the smells of melty cheese, salsa, spiced meats, and guacamole escape. ”And by that, I mean video games, maybe a movie, and my uncle’s carne asada quesadillas.” She had stopped in for dinner and there were leftovers (as always,) so Mari planned accordingly. ”Maybe we can make a sleepover of it?”
Okay, the fluttering in her stomach needed to knock it off.
Rehearsals had begun. I was the chance of a lifetime, giving Mari the chance to be the lead in an off-Broadway show. In many ways, this was everything she had worked toward at school. If things went well, even greater opportunities could open to her.
Of course, her mother was not pleased to hear about her daughter’s plans to skip a year of school. Mari had just turned eighteen, but she did not want to leverage that against her mother. In the end, they came to a begrudging agreement; Mari would take a remote class each semester she was performing, arranging it with the school to keep her as an active student, albeit part time.
Mari was happy to have her mother’s blessing, but rehearsal and schoolwork were a painful one-two punch. The young actress found herself stretched thin, with barely any time to herself. The show itself was dancing-heavy as well, so she was returning to her place and passing out in exhaustion right away. She always knew acting would be hard work, but this was a new gear she had to learn to master.
Even still, Mari made an effort to see Skye when she could find the time. She hated having to pencil in her friend. Her… Skye. What was going on with them? Mari was noticing it more and more since the party. When she looked at Skye, her stomach fluttered. It was much like the way she felt about Celeste. That feeling of wanting… something.
How long could she ignore this? Not long; when she was not with Skye, she wanted to be spending time with her. Even with her busy schedule, it gave her peace of mind to just be around Skye. It also tied her in knots.
Mari had enough time off for the night that she wanted to spend it the best way she knew how. Navigating the halls of the mansion carefully, giving mutant children a wide berth so her aura did not affect them.
Eventually, Mari made it to a familiar door and smiled, pushing open the door. ”Surprise! Rehearsal was can-celled…”
Stunned, Mari stood there for a full, eternal five seconds of staring at the undressed woman laying before her on a bed, controller in hand. Feeling her tan face turn crimson, Mari whipped around and covered her eyes for good measure. ”I’m so sorry. I had the night off and thought it’d be nice to hang out. I should have called.”
Chasey was a sweet kid, but they were also excitable and full of energy. Yes, they were thirteen, but now that she was nearing eighteen herself, she realized exactly how young thirteen still felt. It was the perfect age to have all the energy of a child and the burgeoning sense of mischief that came with adolescence.
She trusted the pair, but Chase’s indignation was unfounded; she heard the reports of his water balloon antics at the Mansion. He could talk about being mature, but she was going to be keeping a close eye on him. She was a chaperone, and if the twins got into trouble, that was going to reflect on her.
No sooner had they walked into the store did the two split up to look at different things. Marisol did her best to position herself where she could keep an eye on both of them. And maybe a skirt. Admittedly, there was something appealing and classical about a plaid skirt. It brought to mind some of the costume choices made when they were getting ready for Heathers, and she actually enjoyed—
>> "Mari? What's the purpose of this?"
The older teenager looked up, realizing she had gotten distracted by the clothes of the store. Her lack of experience as a responsible chaperone was clearly showing, but she ran over to Toby regardless. The young boy found a comical little egg he kept squeezing and releasing, and Marisol had to analyze it to decide on what it was, though she was not one-hundred percent certain. ”I’m pretty sure it’s like a stress ball? I could be wrong, but I think that’s it. They’re little squishy items that people use to squeeze in their hands. I think it’s supposed to be good to exert the energy when you’re stressed or frustrated, then relax.” She was mostly making assumptions, but it sounded close, and made her want to search the internet for the theory behind stress balls.
