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 a slow day in the tailor shop. Javier spend his free time organizing his work space (mostly the front room, to make it look less cluttered for potential clients). Once he was done with anything that seemed like it needed doing, he sat down with his notebook doodling possible designs for outfits for the X-team. He had made updates to some of their costumes already, and had ideas for a full re-do on others. It was an interesting challenge, and something that he never really considered as a career. But when it came to fitting suits, or designing superhero outfits, the researcher in him definitely felt drawn to the latter. Plus, some of those ideas doubled really well as cosplay upgrades for Booker. Two birds with one stone.
Javier sat behind the counter with his feet up, absorbed in his sketching, when the bell rang at the front door. Looking up, he snapped the notebook shut, stowing it in a drawer before he stood up, adjusting his vest, to greet his customer.
"Welcome! My name is Javier. How can I help you today?"
Javier sat at the bar, pretending that he had planned to be there all along. He didn't. They planned for a night out with Booker, but Javier, being the person he was, arrived way early to the club, and pretended that he was alone, instead of awkwardly standing in the doorway. Hence, when Booker called to tell him that he had some kind of a work issue to deal with, Javier was already at the club, and had a drink, and was suddenly keenly aware that he was alone at the club and had a drink. He wasn't going to leave without finishing it. Besides, he reasoned with himself, a night out was supposed to be fun, even when one was alone. He could make an effort before he bailed. He had no doubt he would bail sooner rather than later.
A young woman walked up to the bar. Javier gave her a shy nod. She took the seat next to him, which was close enough that it would have been awkward not to acknowledge her. But he was also not sure how to start small talk without coming off as trying to hit on her. So, he smiled a friendly smile, and got ready to continue sitting awkwardly at the bar.
There had to be plenty of footage from the zoo. Most of it had already been published, probably, but there was always a chance that someone was still holding on to something, out of fear or stubbornness, or sheer patience while waiting for the highest bidder. While the chances of anyone recognizing Javier were low, they were far from zero, and Javier never liked chances that were not zero. Not zero meant he had a reason to worry. Especially because he did not want his parents to think he had been running around playing superhero.
>>”I think you’re okay for now. Like I said, the didn’t show you for long and most videos seem to be focusing on the woman. But maybe give them a call anyways? Just to check in? When you’re feeling better, of course. It’ll give you a chance to gauge if they saw anything and, if they did, you can at least appear like you are communicating with them first.”
Javier sighed, closing his eyes as Booker put a hand on his arm. He was relieved his boyfriend was there for him. The idea of a phone call and a confession was far from comforting, but at least he didn't have to do that right this minute.
"How do I keep ending up in these situations?" he muttered, looking up at Booker "I'm the farthest thing from a superhero that I can think of... not to mention I almost got knocked out by a lemur. I mean, New York has a lot going on... but I just feel like I get unlucky a lot recently..."
He wasn't exactly a hard person to follow. Crowds seemed to part as he walked, or at least people kept a respectful distance, and there was a lot more staring at him than at Javier who strolled a few paces behind. It wasn't like he had tailed anyone before... he was probably doing it wrong. And he should have stopped like three corners ago. What was he gonna do if he caught up to the guy anyway?...
Lost in thought, Javier kept moving, even when the person turned a corner into a side street.
>>"What?!"
Javier gasped as his feet left the ground, suddenly coming face to angry face with the guy he was trying to inconspicuously tail. Obviously, he had failed on that count, because he had definitely noticed Javier.
Oh boy.
Danging in the air by one's shirt was not exactly comfortable. Javier froze for a long moment, hands instinctively grabbing for the man's wrists, eyes wide with surprise and shock.
The girl walking down the hallway to meet Javier looked a lot better prepared than he was. She was clearly on the X-men team, although not wearing a uniform that he had designed. Almost unconsciously, Javier's eyes scanned the outfit, looking for design choices and flaws; when she finally reached him, it took a moment to register that the suit had an actual talking person in it.
Get a grip, Javier.
>>"Here for training, right? Skye Sinclaire, or Prism, if you prefer,"
The orange hair and the orange light clearly marked her as a mutant. In the back of his mind, Javier noted the color might have had something to do with her outfit.
"Javier Moreno" he managed to shake her hand and introduce himself like a normal human being "No other name. Sam told me you needed a... uh, training partner?"
The first time Cold Steel showed Javier the Danger Room, the told him about how it was used to train with mutant powers in a safe environment. Javier had no plans for becoming a vigilante any time soon, but even he had to admit that his powers were unreliable, always had been, and no one had any idea why. In exchange for the uniforms, Sam offered to give him temporary permission to attend training with a member of the team. The idea was that it would be mutually beneficial: He'd get to do a DR session alongside someone with non-threatening powers (something to do with light), and that person would get to test themselves against (occasional) super strength.
Win-win, right?
Javier paced nervously outside the door of the Danger Room. He was wearing a plain blue t-shirt and sweatpants; he was not sure what the appropriate attire would be, and he had no suit of his own. Because... well, because he was not a vigilante.
Javier was beginning to develop an instinct to run the other way when he heard commotion or crashing sounds. And yet, developing such a natural thing proved to be harder than he'd thought. Thinking of himself as an eternal coward, and not at all superhero material, the tailor nonetheless had some kind of a moral drive that made him want to help people, even if his powers were limited to say the least. Why would evolution create strength that cut in and out at odd moments? Maybe he was more of a failed science project than the next step in human history.
Anyhow, once again, the habit failed to work as he turned towards the crashing sound, and followed in the steps of other curious people heading towards the scene. The cries and claps gave a hint about something extraordinary, but not tragic happening; Javier made a beeline to the edge of the sidewalk, looking at the bulk of a runaway bus, wondering if he could, or should, help avoid disaster.
When he finally got to the front, he realized he didn't need to.
The large figure had killed the engine, and ushered the little girl to safety. Javier stared. Definitely a mutant. And with superhuman strength. What were the odds? He stood still, wondering what he should do. Walking up to people, saying "hi, I'm a mutant too" generally did not get good reactions, and for someone as chronically socially awkward as Javi, it was about as scary as a runaway bus. And yet, with every person that had similar powers, there was a chance to learn more about his own.
So, Javi did the next best thing: He followed the guy from a safe distance.
Of course there was footage. This was New York City. If it had been closed circuit cameras, maybe it would have leaked slower, but even people scared half to death by giant animals somehow found the courage to film on their phones. Instead of, for instance, fleeing.
>> ”Yeah it seems that there were a couple people there filming from their cell phones. Not the best camera work, but I recognized you.”
"I think you were not the only one" Javier sighed, feeling the after-power fatigue.
>>”It ran a couple times with you and whoever that woman was as anonymous, but someone here must have spilled the beans. Count yourself lucky, though, most of the reports seem more focused on the woman, Roxanne.”
"Well, she did most of the heavy lifting... no pun intended..."
>>”I’m glad you’re okay. Were you hurt bad?”
"Some stitches and a dislocated shoulder, mostly" Javier noted; bruises and scratches were not worth the mention. Some of the injuries would need more time than others... which raised a whole new set of problems. Despite being exhausted, Javier's eyes flew wide open. "... Dios, do you think my parents saw it?!... I didn't want to call them..."
Javier felt the wave of sudden fatigue hit a moment before he noticed Booker walking into the room. The adapted aura did away with the last of his powers clinging to the adrenaline of the aftermath, and he suddenly felt more tired, and hungrier, than ever. On top of that, more embarrassed. There was a reason Javier did not call Booker from the hospital. He did not want his boyfriend to worry, but also, having been in a superhero situation as a total amateur, and getting badly banged up in the process, was not something he wanted to flaunt in front of Booker. It was 12% of a plan at best, but he was too tired to come up with a better one.
Booker, on his part, looked relieved, and despite the embarrassment, Javier's heart warmed as he gave him a kiss.
>>”So, I may or may not have had plans to invite you to the zoo this weekend. I take it I should probably come up with a plan B?”
"I was hoping the media didn't notice me" he muttered, sounding defeated "The zoo is probably a mess..."
The uniform for Sam would be a challenge, Javier knew that. He generally did not like challenges, except this one was right up his alley with design, tailoring, and a touch of chemistry. Cold and heat would be what he'd have to defeat.
>> ”No, I just get into fights with people who can. Or burning buildings, been a lot of those lately. Ice melt pants catch on fire.”
"Uh-huh" Javier nodded slowly. Sure, the costume was also protection from whatever was thrown at the X-men on the field. It made sense.
>>”Tests? Tests we can run right now. Ever been to the Danger Room? We can run any kind of test there. Now that I think about it, electricity is another issue. It hurts.”
"I haven't?..." Javier shook his head tentatively. Danger Room? They had a place to run tests on powers? It made sense, really, but it still sounded... well, dangerous.
>>”Obviously my powers are pretty versatile but I have been in situations where I can’t use them. Some things I need to survive or escape… You can be the ‘Q’ to my Bond, only with clothes… unless you can make some cool gadgets…”
Javier followed along as they made their way down the hallway. He got the pop culture reference, but only barely, and he definitely did not feel like he could fulfill that role on the gadget front. He was busy thinking about what he'd like to test first, if they had the option right now.
>>”Any who, set of files, lock pick set, water purification tablets and a small knife? Yeah a knife, not a big one something small that could fit somewhere someone might not find it. Fires are easy enough to make with a knife, but if you got some room for some flint I’m cool with. I don’t really get cold but if I’m in a situation where I need to make a fire for someone if I have everything literally on me I won’t complain. Now what Tests you want to start with?”
"Huh?" Javier had been more than a little distracted, walking into the space that was called the Danger Room. It looked impressive, even if mostly empty. He wondered what it was equipped with. Turning, he admired the whole thing, and for the first time it dawned on him that he was somehow working for a legit, high-tech superhero vigilante team. As a tailor.
"Oh. Um. Well, first off, it would be good to know the extremes the suit would need to handle. You said you don't know how cold your powers can get... is there a way to measure that?..."
Javier had a mixed relationship with hospitals. On the one hand, getting checked out and treated by professionals relieved a lot of his anxiety when he did not feel well, or could not quite tell what injuries he had acquired from fighting giant animals. On the other hand, they induced almost as much anxiety as they relieved, mostly through possible complications, hospital bills, infections, allergies, and looks from the doctors that made it seem like they were hiding something. The tailor, placed on a bed in the ER, sighed and rubbed his temple with his free hand. This was going to be a long night.
They said he probably did not have a concussion, but wanted to observe him anyway. Not sleeping at least was not gonna be a problem. They put his shoulder back where it belonged. That hurt. Now he was on painkillers, and had his right arm in a sling. The tiger scratches on his hip needed some stitches, and several shots. They were probably going to leave a mark. Various other bruises and scratches had been checked and treated. He even got an X-ray on the shoulder, and got checked for internal injuries. All in all, he got away easy, thanks to his powers taking the brunt of the damage. Now, of course, the adrenaline was gone, and Javi was dying for food. Any food.
The ER was busy with the aftermath of the incident. Roxie refused to go to the hospital, and Javier was too ashamed to call his family. He decided to wait it out, go home, and pretend he never played superhero at the Central Park Zoo. Maybe the media would be kind, and there would not be any footage where he was recognizable. He had the ambulance to thank for taking him away before the media got there.
The police were arriving at the scene. Cars parked outside, the first officers were making their way to the building, or so Javier assumed. They were probably accompanied by Animal Control, which was a good thing, and if they saw any of the footage at all, probably MRC as well. Javier sighed with relief. Roxie had handled the mutant criminal like it was her day job.
>>”I’ve heard that alot late. But I’m not much of a team player. Same goes to you. You handled those animals like a champ.”
Javier chuckled a little and shook his head. Technically, she could be a vigilante on her own, but even from Javi's limited experience it was clear that that was probably a bad idea.
"Yeah, except my powers are not at all reliable..."
It was hard to relax with someone poking at your face. Eventually, Javier worked himself into a sitting position, and looked at Roxie. She had taken some hits during the fight, but she looked satisfied with the overall results. As long as no other surprises jumped out at them.
>>”No. Just a few victims who can’t move and some animals milling about.”
Javier sighed and leaned on his uninjured arm, surveying the results. Animals were mostly still dazed by their experience, and so were the people, although many of them already had their phones out.
>>”But I can’t let you sleep. Pretty sure your noggin is okay. But I definitely don’t need you napping if you have a concussion. I can’t tell, after all, I’m not a doctor, nor do I have X-Ray vision. Thanks for the assist, Javier. Don’t think I would have been able to do anything without your help.”
Wait, did he have a concussion?... Javier shook his head, which was not a great idea in retrospect, and gave Roxie a small, shy smile. "It's not like I had much of a choice... And you did pretty great." As far as super strength and impromptu superheroes went, she was definitely a much better option than him. People were lucky she was around to help.
Sirens wailed in the distance, approaching. Javier let out another sigh.
"That must be the police." The professionals were on the way. Finally. "You know you should be on a superhero team or something..."
Everything hurt. Probably not nearly as much as the Beastmaster was hurting, let alone the poor tiger, but still, Javier was starting to feel the effects as he lay on his back and his powers decided to cut out again. His head hurt, from being pulled head first into a wall; his shoulder was probably dislocated; and the last fight with the tiger had left him with a neat row of claw marks along his hip. He was probably not in any life-threatening danger, but damn he was exhausted.
Someone was patting his cheeks, so he opened his eyes to see Roxie above. Javier blinked slowly. Can't sleep yet?...
"What now?" he muttered, trying to work himself into a sitting position "Is there another one?..."
