The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
>>"it was just a joke. You seemed a bit nervous. Read in a magazine a joke can help nervous people relax. Guess I need practice. Bad guys are not exactly the greatest at talking when getting pummeled."
Javier let out a sigh. Leave it up to him to not get a joke. He was bad about that sometimes, especially when he was nervour, which was, frankly, most of the time. At least the guy was trying to be friendly. That was a good start... or rather, continuation... for a botched first meeting.
>>"Well I can try to help. Us mutants have to stick together like a big family don't you agree? Though are you sure you want to keep this conversation going in an alleyway?"
"Uh... no?" Javier was so excited by his agreement to stick together than he almost missed the second part. The man was right, though. The two of them, discussing super strength in an alleyway, that was just asking for trouble. "I... my shop is not far, if you want to come by." as usual, he remembered to add an explanation after the fact "I'm a tailor. I have a tailor shop. Hi. My name is Javier." he offered a hand.
Rich seemed a little disappointed about the color option. Blue was not a bad color; less threatening than red or green or black, and it would look good on someone like him. The X-men had also chosen it for a reason, and over the past decade, it became associated with "good guy" vigilantes, on the side of the police. Most of the time, anyway.
>>"Though, I don't know my numbers off the top of my head. It might be more accurate if you use the the tape measure thingy since I would rather not give you incorrect numbers. Speaking of the X-Men, you wouldn't....happen to have like a phone number or something for them would you?"
Javier got the tape measure and the note pad out. He was going to do his own measuring even if the guy knew his numbers; people were wrong about those more often than not. And if he wanted to make a good suit for fighting, it needed to fit very well. Javier winced when Rich asked about the X-men. He did have a phone number. Hell, he even knew where they lived. But he was not going to disclose that information. That was some basic comic book stuff Booker could tell you about: you have a connection to the vigilantes, and the next thing you know, some bad guy is kidnapping and torturing you because you are an easier target than a superhero. Nope. If this guy turned out to be genuine, he might mention him to Sam. Until then...
"No, not really" he shook his head, trying to be as convincing as possible "They are a little above my paygrade. But I'm going to do your best that you can hold your own in the new outfit..." he began measuring and taking notes. This part was usually awkward, so he kept talking "So... how did you decide you wanted to do this?"
>>"I didn't think you were stood up, not the way you talk about him and smiled after thinking of him."
Javier blushed some more. He never had a great pokerface, but it became even worse when he was talking about Booker. He knew that most people thought it was cute that he had a crush on his boyfriend, but sometimes it just made him feel awkward in front of strangers. Pull yourself together, Javier.
Of course it was hard to look calm and collected right after accusing someone of being a hooker.
>>"I apologize for laughing, its not really at you, more the situation. No, no I didn't read your mind. I've been in that situation before hand though, with people thinking escort when I say clients."
Javier cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't... make assumptions like that. So... what kind of clients, then?"
Javier was a mutant, but that did not mean that he was very clear on how other mutations worked. Hell, he barely had a grasp on how his own mutations functioned, whenever it functioned at all. He tried his best to expand his knowledge, but given how all powers were unique in some ways, in the end it was easier to ask.
>>"My DNA is an mix of metallic and organic properties. I don't change size or shape. I don't even change forms. This is what I got. No off button to speak of. Just sturdy as can be. Pretty much all in on strength and defense."
"Oh." Javier blinked. Strength and defense. Sturdiness. Not all that different from his own powers, but also something the outfit clearly could not keep up with "That... sounds cool."
>>"Oh and blue please. Kind of my favorite color. But red, black, or dark green is fine as well. Since colors are a thing."
"Well, if it's blue, you might get mistaken for the X-men" Javier pointed out, before he started digging around for his note pad and a pen "We can discuss it, though. Do you mind if I take some measurements while we talk?..."
>>"Is this boyfriend the person you were supposed to meet here?"
She seemed like a smart woman, or she was just very good at guessing. Javier nodded. "He is... He had a good excuse, though." he added quickly, to avoid giving the impression that he had been stood up by someone as sweet as Booker. He did not deserve other people having the wrong idea about him.
>>"The thing that popped into your head when I said clients was escort wasn't it?"
Javier turned bright red at the question, and stammered.
"I... no, I just... that's not..." the guess was too accurate, and also incredibly embarrassing. Javier's first instinct... or rather, second, after running away, was to deny the accusation. But if he did, and she knew better, then he would be a liar too. "Did you read my mind?..."
Javier could see the relief in the man's face as they finally broke through the secrecy. He was sure both of them still held their fair share of secrets, but for now, they could talk about the suit with a lot less awkwardness. He smiled a little and nodded when Richard explained about having to hide his identity.
>>"I am a vigilante in this city. My powers are tech organic physiology, so strength and durability essentially. I need a suit that can keep up with that. I'm not very fast but mobility still has importance to me. But I would also like to not have to be naked during a fight. I am not sure what you might have in the back, but anything is probably better than just the cotton fabric from before."
"Yes, probably." Javier nodded, looking over the suit. It was not tragic, but it was also far from being very practical. Also, the man had increased strength. Go figure, they had that in common.
>>"And how customizable can we be here? Is color an option?"
"Color is definitely an option" Javier smiled, nodding to Richard to follow him to the workshop in the back. "So, tech organic... um, you're going to have to explain that. When you use your powers, do you... change size, for example?"
>>"I heard that as well. Among other things. I heard about this place from a client of mine, who did you hear it from?"
Small talk was painful for someone with anxiety, but so far, it was at least not awkwardly halting. Javier took another sip from his drink as they carried on.
"From my boyfriend." he admitted. Thinking of Booker made him smile a little. He could still barely believe someone like him would date someone like Javier. "So... you have clients? What kind of work do you do?"
>>"Making some hobo soles for what left of my shoes. Clothes aren't as durable as I am sadly. Plus it is New York. Noone in their right mind would walk these streets bare foot if they can help it."
Javier had to agree with that. The thought of walking barefoot in New York did sound very unpleasant, at it made him cringe. Still, the hobo solution was neither elegant not practical on the long run. The man's shoes must have gotten damaged in the accident, so he had to do the best he could. Still, he listened to Javier's mumbled explanation.
>>"Uh huh.. and you what? Think I have some cure for what sounds like mutant erectile dysfunction? Not sure how exactly you expect me to help you bud."
"I don't want a cure" Javier said quickly, but the follow up was less sure "... um, I just... I wanted to talk to someone else who has similar powers. I am not sure if I'm... using them right, I guess. And it's kind of hard to explain to anyone who doesn't have super strength."
The conversation was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, which in turn was making Javier's anxiety skyrocket. It was obvious that they were both dancing around the same subject, and the man would not have brought his vigilante costume to a tailor had he not expected something like this. It was hard to explain away the design and the flaws any other way but with the obvious. Still, if he stuck to talking about upgrades, maybe it will be fine...
>>"For lack of a better phrase, I need something practical in a rough and tumble situation. I am very active and get into a lot of intense, grating work. Very physical. Heavy lifting. Stuff like that. Needs to be able to take a beating, metaphorically of course. And literally."
If he did have powers, they came with strength. And physical abilities. And he was definitely getting good use out of them. Javier arched an eyebrow at the paper-thin explanation.
>>"Definitely literally."
The guy was not with the X-men, or otherwise he would have said so. They knew Javier. He could be a lone vigilante... or he could be the opposite. He seemed like a decent guy at first glance, but that was not exactly a solid recommendation.
"You are not my first customer who needs... those kinds of upgrades." Javier admitted cautiously "It is not my job to ask for details, however, if you happen to have mutant powers, I want you to know that that's... kind of my line of work. I can make the outfit suit your needs, but you'd have to tell me more about... yourself, so I know what I'm working with."
When it came to mutant powers of the physical kind, costumes needed to withstand more than one would think. Javier knew that from personal experience. Sam was a powerful mutant, from what he gathered, and very active in the field; his powers manipulating temperature and his tendency to fight other powerful mutants put an extra strain on his outfits. This was hard to plan for, especially when Sam himself was not sure what the extremes of his powers were. Luckily, the Mansion had a room just for that. Which Javier was still quite stunned about.
>>”Yes and no, I’ve only had to go so cold once and that was to counter the heat another was giving off, we both ended up passing out after but a demonstration won’t hurt anything. Though, if I do this you should keep back a bit less you gets covered in frostbite or turn into a popsicle.”
Javier instinctively took several steps back. He did not want to risk either of those options. The Danger Room hummed to life, surrounding him with protective light, and providing visuals for time and temperature, which made Javier feel like he was on some sort of a spaceship.
>>”Danger, Sam safety protocol 22 over Javier. You get too cold yell to stop and I will.”
It did get cold. Very cold. Javier's eyes widened as he watched Sam ice over with alarming speed, and watched the digital numbers count down to holy sh*t we are nearing absolute zero. "Madre de Dios..." Sometimes mutants tended to forget how incredible, nature-breaking their powers could be, until they witnessed someone else in action. The chill was serious, even through the protective field. Javier wondered what it would feel like when someone was facing it head on. He also kept an eye on the timer. "Very cold, very fast. Got it."
Javier had no ill feelings about Booker staying away. He had a good reason to, and as someone as hypersensitive as Javier was, he tended to check his feelings of jealousy fairly often. Booker was a great boyfriend who didn't cancel or flake ever, unless there was some true emergency, and that was something anyone could easily understand. The only thing that Javier was feeling bad about was braving the club scene on his own.
>>"Sorry to hear that. Just out for a drink. Not meeting anyone."
"I see." there was really no witty thing to respond to that, to Javier's dismay "It's actually my first time at this club. I heard it's a... friendly place." Mutant-friendly. Hopefully.
It was awkward to talk to someone while pretending not to notice that they had a superhero costume. They both probably knew that the other one knew that they knew (Javier was getting a headache), but there was no way to get to that topic without someone making a first step and giving some secret away. The idea of a re-design seemed to pique the man's interest, though.
>>"I mean, how much would something like that run? And what does a redesign entail? It doesn't exactly sound like something I should put rent money towards unless it's going to be worth it."
"Well, the cost depends on a lot of factors" Javier noted cautiously. He worked fairly cheap for a custom tailor (for superheroes), but he really couldn't guesstimate without knowing more "And the re-design is mainly based on what you... need the outfit to do. Or withstand. You know how there is custom design for different sports? Depending on what activity you use the outfit for, I can work with different materials, and cuts, and... things like that."
It was most definitely vigilante garb. Too flamboyant to be a bank robber's outfit, and too torn to be everyday wear, even in New York City. The guy looked a bit awkward about it, but the fact that he had brought it to a shop at all was interesting. Javier looked the clothes over.
>>"Hi, Javier. Thanks for the welcome. I uh, was wondering if you would be able to work your magic on this? I been looking for a discrete, talented tailor and from my research you are pretty much it. Can you help me?"
Discrete. Did someone tell him? Javier by now had worked with a number of vigilantes, for better or worse, and made outfits for some other mutants as well. Maybe he needed some kind of a secret password to see if someone was here on recommendation. That would have been so useful. Without it, he was not sure if he had to keep pretending he didn't recognize the costume.
"Um... it seems like the material might not be the best choice for... extensive use" he noted tentatively "I can do my best, but if you plan on wearing this for... physical activity, you might want a re-design. Eventually."
Javier watched the crowd, for lack of a better thing to do, and sipped his drink. The woman who sat down next to him gave him a look, but then turned her attention to her own drink and her own observations. Javier was usually too nervous to strike up conversations with strangers, so he was grateful when being in close proximity with someone did not turn immediately awkward. Eventually, however, they both ran out of things to look at. She turned to him first.
>>"You don't look like you are enjoying being here."
Javier coughed a little, swallowing a sip of his drink too fast. He knew he had no pokerface, but the reminders were brutal sometimes.
"I was... supposed to be meeting someone." he admitted "You?"
For the longest moment Javier dangled, and the man stared. The situation could have escalated in several different directions, and Javier felt like his heart was about to pound out of his chest. In the end, something similar to regret flashed across the man's face, as he placed Javier back on his feet very gently. So far, so good. At least he was not a violent person. That would have made Javier's little adventure sound a lot more stupid in retrospect.
>>"Best just to say your piece and be done with it. Especially curious why someone like you would follow someone like me."
"Um." Javier took a deep breath. If he excused himself and retreated now, he would just look more suspicious. Besides, he was in it now. Might as well proceed with the plan. "That's because... I am kinda like you. Well, not... not really, but... I'm strong too. Very strong, sometimes..." he blinked as the man began to... do some kind of a DIY project, involving duct tape and magazines. "Uh... may I ask what you are doing?"
