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.
Javier hated tearing up in front of people. Even people he knew, but especially people who already had a bad opinion of him. He did not believe that men were not supposed to cry, but tearing up as easy as he did, many situations just got a lot worse the more he tried to fight them. He could see in the guy's face that his reaction was unexpected, and the idea of being pitied just made Javi feel even more like crap. He was going to be beating himself up about this encounter for a very long time...
>>”Look, dude. I - uh - I’m sorry for losing it like that. I mean, I’m a little pissed that you did that, but you don’t deserve to be yelled at. Sorry.”
Well, there. Now he was apologizing too, and Javier did not know how to react to that. Which made him feel even worse. So he did what he usually did.
"It's okay. I should not have touched your bike. I don't... handle conflict well, so I just... assume that others don't, either. Sorry."
There. It was an apology (always good), and an explanation (debatable), and he did not even have to disclose things about metal illness to a total stranger. Hopefully, it would be enough.
The wreck was on the news for days, back when it happened. Even Javier remembered that, although he did not usually follow the news very closely, especially when they were as anxiety-inducing as a large rip in space and time in the middle of New York. But yes, he knew about the wreck. And all the speculations about the people who had been on it. He was not sure that she would tell him, even if she had been one of them... but she surprised him.
>>“Yes, sir I am. These are belongings ranging from 1850-1862, that came with me when smaller rip occurred. Do you want me to tell you my story?”
Javier stared at the woman, probably for a lot longer than what was polite. She was... a real time traveler. Someone who was born more than 100 years before, and she was standing here talking to him. Someone who had seen American history... It took him a moment to wrap his mind around that.
"No, that... not unless you want to" he answered finally. Her story was probably fascinating, but from the way she asked, he suspected she had probably told it many times before. People probably asked her a whole lot of obvious questions. Hell, there was probably a "Sh*t Americans Say to Time Travelers" video online somewhere. Javier did not want to be one of those people. Even if he was curious.
"So... you want these fixed, and also to learn about fashion..." he sat back on a chair, considering her request "I mean, I don't... fashion is not really a tailor shop thing nowadays, not my kind of shop, anyway. But I'd like to help. It is probably easiest to go shop where most people shop, though. And then it is just a matter of picking colors, and... styles that fit you best." he looked her over "Where have you been getting your clothes so far?..."
Javier was distracted by the rare and exquisite pieces of fabric that he was carefully lifting out of the case, and laying out on a clean tablecloth on the counter. They really were... both like new, and like something really old and historical. It was confusing to look at. Was this some next level reenactment crafting, or extremely well preserved inheritance?...
>>“Oh, no. They are mine. I even stitched together that one.”
Javier glanced up at the young woman.
"You made this?" he sounded more surprised that what was polite, and blushed a little "I mean, not that I doubt you could..."
If she really did, she had some skill that was not usually taught in school.
>>“The biggest thing I need is fashion advice for this time period. I am not quite sure where to begin… There’s jeans… Skirts… I am not quite sure what is the most fashionable now a days?”
Javier blinked again. He was not sure if she had some kind of a condition, she was a really dedicated reenactor, or if she was... what, a time traveler? It wasn't exactly out of the question, given the large rip in space and time and trains just...
Javier blinked again.
"Um... you're from the train? The 19th century mystery wreck?"
They ordered, and it thankfully did not take too long to get the paper bags. No one began to grumble behind them in the line, anyway. Javier breathed out in relief. It was all good. Besides, no one was gonna yell at someone like Booker. It was just not possible.
They stepped out of the line, Javier carrying the suddenly very heavy basket. His powers were not really doing their job at the moment. Go figure.
>>”Oops! Sorry about that.”
Booker handed him a paper bag, and Javier took a bite of the hot, crunchy chestnuts. It really was the best holiday treat.
>>”Got lost with your nuts keeping my hands warm.”
The chestnut stuck in Javier's throat, making him cough for a long time before he could draw a breath. Booker was probably not aware of the things that he tended to say, which was great, because otherwise the whole thing would have been a lot more embarrassing. As it was, Javier wiped some tears from his eyes and managed to swallow the rest of the food without making too big a fool of himself.
"Uh, um... so." find new topic find new topic "You want to look through the basket and see if there's anything you like?"
She took a seat, and Javier made sure to give her space to get comfortable. He offered a drink instead of aimlessly hovering, which was a pretty good idea, in retrospect. Keeping busy would probably get them through the awkwardness until the flash mob was over.
>>”Tea would be very nice, thank you,”
"Sure." Javier put on the water kettle and dug around for the box of tea filters he had stashed somewhere.
>>”And I’m Siobhan. I’m… very grateful for being able to stay here.”
"No problem, really" Javier smiled, handing her the box to pick from "I mean, that flashmob thing was pretty awkward..." he shrugged. He did not like sounding like a grumpy old man who was against all kinds of fun, especially if the fun involved two people getting engaged "I mean, I'm sure they enjoyed it, it's just... I don't do well with crowds. Or cameras. Or... you know. I kinda have anxiety about all that."
The perky girl at the bar continued to drink and talk. It was strange, and probably a little embarrassing, but it always made Javier feel better if he was not the only anxious person around. It made him feel more normal. It was okay to not be comfortable all the time. Especially in crowded places like this one.
>>”Same. Lots of good things. Inclusive. Good music. Totally good things. I said that already.”
Javier chuckled. Yup, definitely nervous. At least she did not look like she was nervous about him, or trying to distance herself from potential flirting. She even looked him in the eyes. That meant she did not think he was a creep. He just had to keep up the good work. Still, her rambling was a little reassuring to him. He even admitted to not being a party person.
>>”I get that. I mean, I can do a night out of dancing and drinking. This is just kind of a new scene for me.”
"The bar, or the clientele?" Javier ventured, then immediately regretted asking such an ambiguous question. Did she just recently come out? Did she recently manifest? Was she a human suddenly interested in mutants?... Too many options. "I mean, I feel like it should be my scene. On both counts... It's just... well, a lot of people."
There was... so much elegance in her voice and her posture, like she had stepped straight out of a historical movie of some sort. The accent was elegant too, and it made Javier wonder where exactly she had come from. Some wealthy upper class family? And if so, what was she doing in his shop?
"That is a lovely name" he noted, quite honestly, as they shook hands.
>>“Oh, you are the proprietor? I do hope you have some time to speak with me. If not, I can return another day.”
"No, my schedule is free" Javier assured her. He was curious now what she wanted, and he did not have anything urgent to be working on. He glanced at the suitcase she had dragged in.
>>“I am in need of assistance with modern fashion. I also have some 19th-century gowns that need to be stitched and repaired, maybe even a little color added.”
Javier's jaw dropped. Did she just say... 19th century?...
"May I?..." he opened the case to take a look at the dresses inside, and caught his breath. They really were... they really did look like the real thing. Sure, they could have been costumes, but the way they were stitched, and the fabrics, and... Javier had seen things like this in museum collections when he was working with his father, or taking classes on costume history. And now she had a whole bunch of them right in his shop. Javier looked up at the young woman. "This is... incredible. Family heirloom?"
His explanation, however hasty, was supposed to help the situation, at least a little. He only meant well, right? It could have been worse, if the cops showed up, or someone from the building wanted to drive out of the garage and made a fuss, or hit the bike, and...
It was not making anything any better.
>>”Okay, Javier. Listen; thanks for caring about where I park, but I really didn’t need you to do that. I was being quick, and even if it had been an issue, I can handle myself. I would have dealt with it if it had come to that.”
"Yeah, but..." He should have given up. He should have taken the defeat, he had already apologized, he should have chalked it up to a bad encounter and walked away. Except, Javi was not able to do that. He had been misunderstood, his motives had been misunderstood, and he really just wanted to explain to the mean guy with the glorious hair that he was not that kinda person and that he did not usually make trouble like that.
>>”In the future, it might be good to think about whether you really need to do something, yeah?”
He snapped at Javier. Javier winced visibly and somehow seemed to shrink smaller than his normal size as he recoiled from the confrontational tone. Javi absolutely hated to be yelled at. It was the worst feeling in the world. Especially when he had really made an honest mistake at the most. There was no explaining it. He suddenly realized that the handsome man was going to leave, any moment now, and think about how Javier whom he had just met was a Bad Person. And that story would never change.
>>”Great. Now I’ve missed my appointment. Thanks a lot, dude.”
Uh-oh. Things just got a million times worse. The guy was already angry, and now he had missed something important as well. Javier felt like the skin was burning off his cheeks, and despite his best efforts, he felt his eyes tearing up.
Oh. Oh no. No no no don't do that don't you dare do that...
"I'm sorry." he muttered again, defeated, as he looked for a way to walk around the man so that he could run and hide in his shop, possibly forever.
Javier had barely finished telling him what his job was, Booker was already acting like it was the coolest thing in the world. Sure, sometimes people found tailoring fascinating, especially when they were aware of the connection to the fashion world, and sometimes they made assumptions that made Javier sound a lot cooler than he really was. But Booker... he just acted like he found a box of candy or something. The guy was endlessly excitable. It even made Javier smile.
>>”That sounds amazing! I’ve never studied tailoring but I always found it fascinating!”
Javier blushed a little, not entirely sure how to react to that. He never knew how to react to compliments. Should he agree? Should he deny it? Should he say thanks?... >>”Come on, Javier! Let me know what you would like. I did say I would treat you.”
"Uhhh" Javier blinked in panic. Picking things this fast? Normally he would have been rehearsing his order all the way through the line, but Booker had kinda distracted him, and now he was keenly aware that he was holding up the line by looking over the menu. So he just made a snap decision. "Chestnuts would be fine. Thank you."
Javier could tell that he would not be able to fit Jack's arms in the shirt sleeves unless he cut them up and re-did the whole thing. As usual. Shirts looked good on Jack when properly tailored, usually showing off her lower arms in their colors, but it was a pain to take them apart and put them back together to reach the right result, and make sure she could put them on and take them off without trouble.
>>"Swanky 'lace. Exclusi'e. Really chill. Li'e nyu-sic. Usually an in'ite only sorta 'lace..."
"Hah. Sounds fancy." Javier smirked. He was glad Jack found work at a place like that; at the same time, it sounded like just the place that would put him permanently on edge for fear of doing something embarrassing.
>>"Wouldn't 'e any trou'le. Since I'n in'iting you."
"Not sure if I could mingle well" Javi admitted with a smirk. They were on good enough terms with Jack that he could talk about his anxieties without feeling put on the spot. "Fancy places make me feel like everyone is secretly laughing at me..."
Javier was keenly aware of how awkward it was to invite a young girl back to his shop with him. There were a million ways his invitation could have been taken the wrong way, and a million and one to make the whole encounter awkward under the best of circumstances. But she seemed just as uncomfortable in the flashmob as he was, and he did not have the heart to leave her to her own devices. He was going for cover in his own nice quiet shop, and he felt like he at least had to offer her the same chance, even if it meant they would both feel uncomfortable for a while.
Javier pulled his keys out and opened the shop, leading the way inside and flipping the lights on. There were clothes and fabrics scattered around, so he cleared some of the chairs for her to sit.
"Well... this is it." he glanced at her shyly "You are free to stay as long as the flashmob lasts... Umm... I don't have much stuff in here, but I can make coffee or tea if you want?"
Was that acceptable? Hopefully? Maybe he could make it in front of her so that she didn't think he was trying to drug her or something. Javi walked to the other side of the counter and rummaged around to keep from standing around awkwardly. After all, they barely knew...
It would have made sense if he was a chef. Javier knew that people really passionate about their jobs tended to be very particular about them too; and Booker being here at the farmers market, picking out the best ingredients, was such a particular behavior. Javier was not great at cooking, but he enjoyed it, and he certainly appreciated others who put their energy into creating all kinds of flavors.
>>”Nah, just an enthusiast, really. I just enjoy cooking. Actually I’m a librarian. Over at the New York Public Library. You?”
Javier blinked in surprise. Or... not. Okay, so the handsome and friendly guy with a passion for cooking was actually a librarian. At one of the greatest libraries in the country. Go figure.
"That... sounds great" he noted, aware that it was not the best reaction "Oh, I'm... I have a shop. I'm a tailor."
There was some commotion at the door. Javier was holding a piece of fabric with one hand, and pinning it with another, so it took him a few, painfully awkward seconds to answer the door for a potential client. He finished his work as fast as he could, while it sounded like something heavy was being rolled with difficulty into the front room through the door. By the time Javier got there, the young woman had already gotten the antique-looking case inside, but she was still holding on to it. He hurried out of the back room and around her.
"Here, let me help" he offered, lifting the case and setting it in a convenient spot to the side. It was quite large. And, if he head to guess, very old. Inherited from her ancestors, maybe? He was curious what she was doing in his shop with it.
"Hello. My name is Javier" he offered a hand politely "I... own the shop. What can I do for you today?"
Javier tried to scoot his chair as far back behind the bookshelf as he could, without making a noise, or ending up sitting awkwardly far away from his table. He really did not want to be in the line of fire... metaphorically speaking. On a moral level, he really hated that a mutant was being harassed in the shop for his mutation, by other patrons who were, simply put, too loud for their own good, and clearly wrong. The guy with the flaming hair and beard looked like he had his powers under control. Lucky him, thought Javier for a moment, then sighed, and buried his nose in his tea. One could not run into every conflict. And he was certainly not the person to do it. It seemed all done now anyway. The mutant, clearly agitated, was walking away from the counter where the blonde idiot was still yelling about the safety of the public, and then something about registering dangerous mutants.
As it happened, Javier was now sitting in between two very attractive women. At a mutant gay bar. Chances were, neither of them were interested in him, which was great, because he was not looking, and even if he was, he would not have looked quite in this way. He liked... quiet conversations and coffee. He hoped that they'd just assume he was there for the guys. Made life easier. Otherwise, he'd have to reassure them that he was not here to hit on lesbians... which he did not want to assume they were, because they could be bi, like him, in which case, it was...
Ugggggh, unnecessarily complicated train of thought. Javier did the normal thing: He simply did not hit on anyone.
>>”I guess I shouldn’t be so greedy. I will leave some of the alcohol. I guess new places make me nervous. What about you two? Come here often?”
"No. First visit, actually... I just heard good things." Javier noted, turning so that he could look at the milling crowd instead of staring at the bar. He tried to come up with whatever he would answer if she asked what he heard. He did hear some things, although he could not really name any of them. Good drinks? Handsome people? Mutant-friendly?... "I don't usually..." he paused, and sighed "That just sounds wrong, doesn't it." he frowned, then chuckled. No sentence that started like that at a mutant gay bar was gonna end well. Get it together, Javi. "I'm not really a party person."
