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.
"Not really, no" Javier admitted, a little defeated. He never boasted about his street smarts, and he was not sure how to lie plausibly about destroying a wall.
>>“Yes, f****n call them and f****n tell f****n tell them that this f****n stuff you f****n do, is going to f****n take f****n take longer than you f****n expected”
The expletives were becoming a little... excessive. Javier's shoulders sank even more. She was still very hostile, even when she was trying to help, and his anxiety was having a hard time handling it when he was already blaming himself.
"I can't tell if you are being sarcastic" he muttered. It was the truth. Sarcasm was hard to navigate, especially when people were throwing in all the ****s. "I'll just tell them that... I'll be right back."
Giant lemurs did not compute very well. Javier was in no way a wildlife expert, but he was fairly sure that no lemur grew as large as the size of a truck, and yet here this one was, wreaking havoc among the zoo visitors and bystanders. The shriek had been magnified as well; it was only a matter of time before the cops showed up, possibly with the X-men in tow. But as fast as reaction time tended to be when Central Park was involved, there was no help in sight as of yet. The lemur smashed a hot dog cart and sent someone flying... the man being caught by a woman with surprising ease. Javier, on his part, kept an eye on the lemur, that proceeded to poke at a gift shop booth, vacated by a screaming clerk.
When Javier was a little boy, his mother taught him never to hurt animals. We don't hold the cat by the tail, sweetheart. Javier was generally not a person to hurt anyone, animal or otherwise, but restraining a cat was very different from restraining... that. Trying to make the best of a bad situation, Javier grabbed the dangling, striped lemur tail, and held fast, keeping the animal from moving forward. It worked for a while... then his feet began to slide, and he had to brace himself against the corner of a building. Eventually, the lemur realized his tail was caught... and turned around, with large golden eyes, to look.
There was nothing more relaxing than a nice walk in Central Park. Usually.
Javier's shop was close to the park, so whenever he felt like taking a break, getting some air, and practicing some self-care, that was where he headed. It was not exactly less crowded than the rest of the city - it was New York's favorite green spot, after all - but people were distributed in a larger area, and even the ones one tended to run into were friendlier and more relaxed: Joggers, dog walkers, yoga and tai chi people... Javier had a small smile on his face as he strolled along. It was nice summer day, and he, being his own boss, allowed himself an afternoon off. Maybe ice cream? Booker was busy at work, so he had all the time in the world to do whatever he felt like. Breathing in the scent of flowers, Javier felt his heart rate slow to a comfortable pace.
>>“ It doesn’t f****n matter if you f****n don’t ‘usually do that’ any person is f****n going to f****n realize that that cabinet is f****n not supposed to be f****n there. You better f****n do something more than that”
The vulgarity was beginning to fray Javier's already frayed nerves even more. She was right, and definitely telling the truth, and had not started yelling for security yet, but that did not mean he was feeling any less anxious. Now that there was a hole in the wall, Javier doubted he could put another one in any time soon.
>>“Use my f****n clothes’ sizes or ones one step down, and we can f****n fix this with f****n supplies from a hardware f****n place down the street”
He gave up on the clothes. He had proven that he was a mutant, and she still had her own ideas about them, and that was not the biggest problem anymore. Javier sighed, and jotted down the numbers she'd given him on his own notepad, then got up and picked up his things. She'd said we. Between the *****s. Did that mean she was helping?
"Maybe we could... say I'd be back to do some re-measuring?..."
Dios, the boyfriend thing. The boyfriend... thing. Was it a thing? Booker seemed to be just as hesitant as he way, which further fed into Javier's anxieties. Someone had to take a step first, but so far, the librarian had been very good at initiating. And yet, he could not expect Booker to be Superior Man 24/7. That was just not fair to anyone.
>>”Are you asking me to be? Gotta say, that’s pretty bold for you.”
God, he was cute. And Javier did feel rather bold. Even if that sounded like something out of a Jane Austen novel. It probably was.
Booker glanced around and then kissed him; the secrecy and the excitement of it sent a shot of adrenaline through Javier's system.
>>”I would like that chance...if you’re up for it.”
"Yes, please, be my boyfriend" Javier answered, maybe a tad too rushed from the adrenaline, but none the less confident in his choice. He reached out to hold Booker's hand, and only hesitated to blush for a moment before he returned the kiss. "I don't care who knows."
It was not a sever situation. Nothing bad or embarrassing happened. Booker was being his usual Booker self, being selfless and kind and cheerful and charming. Nothing went wrong, the show was a success, the reporter was really no one with any kind of pull, and they handled the situation really well, all things considered. There was nothing to be nervous or worried about. Except, that was totally not how anxiety worked.
Javier sighed as Booker looked surprised at his words. What was he supposed to say? How did typical people know when to say things or not say things? For the millionth time in his life, Javi felt like he was missing a manual that everyone else had.
>>”Javi...I...I want whatever you want… You know how I feel about you...at least...I hope you do… I’m so damn transparent. But I want you to feel comfortable. So whatever you think, whenever you’re ready...so am I.”
Damn, he was just so sweet. Who could ever deserve a guy that sweet? Certainly not a nervous wreck. It wasn't fair.
>>"Unless, that is, you don’t want me. In which case, I understand. Just please tell me.”
"What? No!" Javier scrambled, pulled out of his nervous spiral by Booker's words. Sure, he had been thinking the same, but that did not mean that he meant it! "No that's not what I meant!" Uncertainty was the worst. Miscommunication was worse. God, why could words not be easier?... "I do want you." he added, a little quieter, watching for Booker's reaction "I just didn't want to... do the whole thing on camera? I mean, the boyfriend thing. The... if it's a thing. That is. Is it?... Are you my boyfriend?"
Javier took some calming breath (anxiety breathing, it was a thing, he just didn't like it very much) and wondered what was going on outside. Did the interview go as planned, or did the reporter try to circle back to the whole boyfriend topic? Was Booker pinned down forever? Was he offended that Javier did not own up to the relationship in the first place?... Eventually, a door opened, and Booker made an appearance, patting him on the back.
>> ”Hey sweetie. You okay?... You look a little sick? I...I hope you don’t mind that I jumped in back there? You, you know, you looked a little nervous…”
"I'm okay. Thank you for the save" Javier smiled, turning to look at Booker a little sheepishly "Sorry for freezing up. I was not really... prepared for that line of questioning. I wasn't... sure what you'd want me to day?"
The librarian thing was a godsend. Anyone who ever met Booker got an instant liking for the guy - but also anyone who ever met Booker was always completely surprised that he was a librarian. Model, sure, the reporter believed that without a question. But someone who worked at a library?...
Javier noted his approval of Booker's work, then shifted slowly out of the conversation. Booker took over, and the reporter was finally swept up in a whole different but none the less interesting series of questions about library work, modeling, modeling in libraries, books about modeling... Javier, feeling guilty all the way about abandoning his boyfriend as prey to the vultures, managed to walk away without creating an awkward scene, and slipped through the door to the backstage. Once inside, he leaned over the nearest table, taking a couple of deep breaths to calm his nerves down. What was Booker going to say when he finally got away from the reporter? Would he be angry that he was pushed out to the interview to cover for Javier? Would he be annoyed that Javi did not just call him his boyfriend?...
Too many questions. The tailor took another breath and steadied himself. Hopefully, Booker would not be locked into an interview for too long...
Javier felt his throat close up when the reporter asked about the wave. Of course they had noticed it; the show had been well done, but nothing truly scandalous or spectacular, so a model deciding to do his own thing on the runway was definitely something a reporter could decide to explore, to spice up the story a little bit. Poor kid, his instincts were not wrong, he was just dealing with a person who was not prepared to answer at all. Thankfully, Booker was.
>>"Well, I am very thankful to him for granting me this opportunity. I’d say that deserves a bit of a wave of gratitude,”
It was easy. Well, it sounded easy, and also plausible. Javier, completely left behind by the conversation, looked at Booker, who decided to elaborate.
>>”I’ve frequented Mr. Moreno’s tailor shop in the past so we’ve gotten chummy. And when this event came up, as I’ve did some modeling in college, I asked if he had someone to wear his clothes. He was gracious enough to take a chance on me. Which, trust me, was a risk since there isn’t much chance to model when working in a library day in and day out.”
There was some hesitation in the reporter's expression as Booker came out with a plausible, and decidedly boring, explanation for the whole thing. That was definitely what he had been sniffing for. What he had been sniffing for was the truth - the designer dating the model, or rather, the boyfriend modeling for the designer. That was something that belonged in tabloids. But Booker was clever, and he knew as much, so he threw something else to distract the sharks.
"Library?" the reporter blinked "You work as a librarian?"
That never failed to impress people.
"The pleasure was all mine. It is good to work with a talented model." Javier interjected, a little off the beat, but supporting the lie. "You should ask him about his library work..." he added, siding towards the door that led to backstage.
The cabinet covered up the hole, but it was definitely a temporary measure. Someone was going to notice it had been moved, and maybe discover the hole, and then someone was going to be asking questions. Javier felr adrenaline rush through his system as he looked at the girl.
>>“ You f****n probably need to do something f****n more than that if you f****n don’t want to f****n be caught.”
"I don't..." he gasped, not sure what to do, or what to tell her. He could not even guess what she was going to do next. Tell on him? This was her chance. "I don't usually do that..."
Nessa really was an internet celebrity. Javier was not very deeply versed in that world, but he could appreciate someone building a whole job around being good at doing something on the internet. It was probably far not as easy, or pointless, and many people made it out to be. And Nessa seemed to know what she was doing.
Booker, on the other hand, still liked messing with his sister. Javier had no doubt that he would stand up for her in a heartbeat if the trolls got out of hand... but that did not mean he didn't occasionally also prank her, just to keep the sibling rivalry alive.
>>”They can get nasty, honestly. Sometimes it’s just trolls. Other times it’s people who want to throw homophobic or sexist comments about the gay gamer girl ‘diversity hire. It’s a vocal minority. Most of the fans are chill and supportive.... At least, I hope there are more of the latter than the former. If not, it’s gonna be a real b***h when I come out as a trans mutant in my upcoming video,”
Javier was about to make himself a taco, but he dropped the shelf halfway and spilled the insides onto his plate. It was a clumsy and awkward moment, and it made it painfully obvious that Nessa's statement had taken him by surprise. He glanced up at Booker; he was within his aura, but his reaction was clearly written in his face, no mind-reading needed. Was he okay with his sister putting herself into troll danger territory?...
Javier pulled his arm out of the wall. He was not hurt - he usually wasn't - but his hand and shirt sleeve were covered in brick dust. It suddenly dawned on him that he had done damage to the building. If anyone found out, he would lose the job for sure, but even worse, he would be shamed for being out of control, and maybe even mutants in general would get more bad press because of his mistake. Flushing red in shame, he looked up.
>>“ You f****n were telling the f****n truth?!”
The girl was shocked. He would have been shocked too. Scared too, probably. Javier, in his first moment of panic, simply lifted the metal filing cabinet (the one he previously failed to move), and placed it in front of the hole in the wall.
The cabinet didn't move one inch, Javier felt a sudden wave of shame and frustration. Of course this would be the time his powers would decide to crap out. and she wasn't even an adapted! She was a mutant, with some power that required larger clothes. So, logically, she could not have a canceling aura. Which meant, Javi's powers failed all on their own. Again. He swore in Spanish under his breath.
>>“ you’re trying to f****n knock that f****n filling cabinet over on me? What are you f****n stupid? That’s f****n too far and f****n too heavy for you to f****n shove on me!”
She was taking the attempt in the worst possible way. She immediately assumed that he was trying to... what, attack her with a filing cabinet? He could have done that better with a pair of scissors, if anything. Javier sighed and tried to lift the cabinet again. He knew he had the strength to do it, he had survived collapsing buildings before... and yet, it was just not happening today.
"Dammit!" he swore, giving up. Go figure. The girl was pissed off, his powers failed, and the while thing was a complete hot mess from here on out. In sheer frustration, and trying not to turn an face Julia again, Javier punched the wall by the cabinet.
There was some brick dust, some concrete chips, and a whole lot of paint flying around. Javier's arm disappeared inside the wall up to his elbow.
Javier had no idea how Booker was going to react. He was a lot more socially well adjusted than the tailor, but even he could be caught off guard sometimes, and he tended to put his foot in his mouth occasionally, when he got distracted or excited. Javier felt Booker's gaze on him, as if he was searching for a sign of what he should or should not say. He wished his powers were telepathy-related. But even then, they would not work so close to Booker. Irony.
Of course, Booker handled the question just fine.
>>”Oh, I’m keeping my eye open to whatever opportunities come to me. Today was a great step. Mr. Moreno’s designs, I think, are just wonderful. I mean… I feel honored to wear something so expertly made.”
"Indeed. Exceptional craftsmanship." the reporter beamed. He must have taken photos during the show, because he had a camera hanging around his neck, but he was more interested in talking right now. He glanced between Booker and Javier, seemingly pleased that he got both of them on the microphone.
"You seem to have a... special connection" he pressed on. He could clearly see Booker was the more talkative of the two, so he addressed the question to him "I couldn't help but note what you did on the runway. How did you come to model for Mr. Moreno?"
Javier's stomach sank when he saw Booker pop out of the backstage. It was a self-generating cycle of worries. The reporter was clearly angling for a story, and the last thing Javier wanted was throw a "he's my boyfriend" at the press, without Booker's consent. So many things wrong with that. But then Booker showed up, and now they were going to ask him. Did he want all that on the record? Would he be more offended if Javier didn't say it? Would Booker think he was ashamed of him? Javier opened his mouth, but it was impossible to make a decision like that.
>>”Um, of...course… Booker B. Bookman, at your service. What would you like to know?”
The reporter pounced right in.
"Mr. Moreno told me you are new to modeling. Are you planning on building your career in a specific direction?"
What kind of a generic question was that? Javier's eyes narrowed. That was not what they were after, unless he read the whole thing completely wrong. He had no idea what Booker would answer. But now, even if the truth came out somehow, the whole thing would be a mess, because the reporter would write about how Javier did not want to mention the cute guy on the runway was his boyfriend. It was going to be juicy gossip either way. Javier glanced at Booker gain, feeling miserable.
