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.
Becca held on while Maya shifted into Gawain. It was not his first time shifting with someone in... uh, close physical proximity, but definitely the first one while he was being... uh, active. Becca definitely enjoyed touching, and she did not bother with taking a break while the shift completed. Which meant that Gawain was having trouble getting out of his clothes in time. Becca managed to peel the tank top off, and thank God the cargo pants had some give (designed that way, really), but now he had more than one single incentive to shed more layers.
>>”Much better,”
"Are you really sure you wanna do this here?" Gawain inquired as he simply lifted Becca and sat her on the desk. She needed to stop wiggling around. He was getting distracted. From what, exactly?... They were making out on top of the office desk, which would get them into all kinds of trouble, and would doom any future team members with psychometry to an eternity of torment of things that can't be unseen.
Apparently Gawain was not the only one stuck in the parking garage, looking for the source of the unnatural darkness. That was good to know. Another guy showed, looking a little confused and somewhat familiar... and then a girl's voice rang out, and Gawain definitely knew that one.
>>"Hello? Is anyone else in here?"
"Celeste?" Gawain spotted the blonde, both relieved to see someone he knew, and worried that she might get into trouble. She was just a mansion student, and with some dangerous powers too. "What are you doin..."
>>"Shhhh! Do you hear that? Is that Hungarian?"
The voice came from above them. Gawain looked up at the girl on the ceiling.
"Is what Hungarian?" he blinked. "So... I'm not the only one thinking this is either a very stupid prank, or New York's regularly scheduled mutant Halloween mayhem?..."
The darkness was definitely 100% wrong. Gawain hoped that it might be a prank, but given that it happened at a parking garage instead of a party or a crowded street, it felt like something more sinister than that. He adjusted his costume as he moved along, trying to find a source. If it was an aura or a dome, there had to be a center to it. It was just hard to find anything with so many shadows...
Something skittered above. Gawain stopped, looking up. Spooky. He did not have his archery gear or any weapons, save for a knife that he had tucked into his boot (more part of the costume than for any real reason). His eyes narrowed as they followed a figure... moving along the ceiling? Was it even human?
"Hello?" he looked up as Raine passed right above him "Is this supposed to be a private party?..."
Maya hummed as Becca kissed her. It was very clear what she wanted, and she was about to get her wish too. The whole thing was like a real-life repeat of a memory that was somewhat hazy (they did drink a lot in Budapest) and somewhat surreal (having seen Jesse and Other Becca kiss), and felt like a natural conclusion to the day they had.
>>”Ah’m pretty sure th’ nature ay this ain is, ‘Becca takes whit she wants.’ Tha’s hoo we got here, richt?”
"That's how it works" Maya smirked as they continued kissing. It was midnight now, so the mirrorwalker made an effort to pull away from making out with the redhead, and lift her back to sitting on the desk "Talkin' about timing... I need to get out of my clothes."
Somewhere deep down Gawain already knew that Halloween was going to get ***** up somehow. It was a tradition at this point. In fact, if something had NOT gone horribly and disturbingly wrong in New York City during this one night of the year, Gawain would have been a lot more horrified and disturbed. So, when the bubble of darkness spread out in the parking garage just when he was slipping from one car mirror into the next, Gawain's first reaction was merely an observation.
"Yup... there it is."
What it was, however, was not sure at the moment. It was dark, and definitely unnatural, but that still covered a lot of bases as far as Halloween horror went.
Gawain's second reaction was mild annoyance. He had places to be. Once, just once, he wanted to spend a Halloween dressed silly and being silly, preferably in the company of other silly people - mostly Becca, who had promised to wear a memorable costume. Gawain, on his part, stuck to what he knew, and was making his way to the party downtown in full musketeer regalia. If he was going to get screwed out of the party by some crazed mutant again, at least he was going down in style.
"Alright, let's get this over with." he muttered, slipping out of the car mirror and landing lightly on the concrete of the parking lot. There had to be a source to this darkness... might as well go investigate.
>>”It’s nae quite a Budapest thing. An’ it’s definitely nae a doppelganger thing.”
"Well...good." Maya was more than a little distracted by the physical proximity, but she did register that this was not about Budapest (mostly because both of them were sober this time), and not about Jesse and Other Becca being married with kids. That was good. Or at least cleared a few questionable options up.
>>”Thes is jist an ‘Ah’ve been wanting tae poonce ye since Atlantis an’ noo Ah finally can’ thing,”
Maya could tell Becca was being honest about her intentions. Missions like Atlantis, with high doses of adrenaline, usually came with an aftermath, that each X-man and woman dealt with in their own way. Some, if they had the chance, did it by physical contact. Sometimes intimacy. Becca, apparently, was circling back to old habits (that had never become habits, seeing that they only happened once). Maya inhaled as Becca slid closer and wrapped her arms around her shoulders.
>>”Unless yer nae interested. An’ Gawain’s jist fine wi’ me, if ye remember correctly.”
"Oh, I'm definitely interested" Maya smirked, tilting her head and looking up at Becca. She was not going to turn her down, unless she had a good reason to, but she had found none so far "As long as we're clear about the nature of the pouncing..."
To be honest, Becca would not have had to try very hard to get Maya to drink. It had been a long day, a good one, and also one full of adrenaline, so alcohol was not as strictly out of the question as Maya made it sound. In fact, they probably had a bottle of...
"Whoa!"
Becca slid off the table and onto her lap, and Maya braced herself in the office chair to keep from sliding backwards. Her eyes went wide.
>>”It’s a guid thing tha’s nae whit Ah’m saying…”
Ooooookay then. Alcohol was not what Becca had in mind. Which was even weirder, since the last time they ended up like this, there had been a lot of alcohol involved. Sober, it was definitely more surreal.
Maya's brain went a mile a minute, trying to find an excuse. They were both singe, and past the unofficial rebound deadline, so that was not it. The adrenaline had worn off by now, but it could be part of the reason... Becca was a friend, one very comfortable with her own body, and they worked well together in all kinds of capacities. Except for the relationship kind. God, that would have been a disaster.
"Uhhh... is this a Budapest thing?" Maya's hands twitched at Becca's hips too much skin "Or is this a 'our doppelgangers are happily married' thing?" she swallowed "It better not be a Maya thing, because it's basically midnight right about now..."
The papers were mostly squared away. They would need to start full paperwork for each and every one of the kids, but not tonight. Which was good, because Maya hated doing that part, and it was not normally her job anyway. She suspected Miss T would take over most of it.
>>”Aye, thes was ain tae remember. Yer great wi’ th’ kids, ye know.”
"Yeah, I don't know how that happened" Maya smirked, sitting back and folding her arms behind her head. Kids kept finding her, somehow. First Baby X, and now Kalos... even though she had never been the motherly type.
Becca finished her part of the work and sat on the desk, danging her legs. She was dressed casual now, while Maya still had half of her uniform on (having stripped the jacket off, leaving the tank top to match Becca's). Becca looked like she was done with being serious for the night.
>>”Sae… is tha th’ last ay it?”
"Yeah, I guess" Maya nodded, pushing the papers away "About damn time too, it's almost midnight..." she gave Becca a look "If you're about to say we should get drunk, I'll remind ya there're two dozen Atlantean kids that'll need looking after tomorrow..."
Getting all the Atlantean kids sorted was nothing short of a mythical task. Mirror flew the Jet back to the Mansion, and then he and Becca spent most of the day, late into the night, finding rooms for them, getting basic paperwork done (names, ages, powers, etc.), and making sure they all had what they needed, and they all knew how to use things like the shower, the light switches, and all the other strange trappings of modern life. Maya had experience with Kalos, so she made sure all the kids were squared away before ordering a curfew. The next day, they could deal with an official welcome, and starting to teach them how to integrate into Mansion life. For now, as far as they could tell, they were all asleep (or hiding in their beds, as Praxi helped threaten them into submission).
Maya sat at her desk in the office, finishing up the last of the info sheets. They piled up neatly, showing just how many children they had brought away from the mob in Atlantis. It was a satisfying fight. Maya sighed, running her fingers through her hair. It was getting close to midnight. She looked up at Becca, who was dealing with her own pile of papers and planning.
Gawain liked to encourage people to visit the Mansion. Mutants, mostly, but also sometimes adapteds, and anyone else that seemed like they might benefit from a safe haven and some free room and board. And a girl two centuries out of her time, in his mind, definitely qualified.
>>"Thank you for your offer. I appreciate your kindness. I will definitely reach out to you or this organization, if even for just a visit."
"You're welcome." Gawain nodded with a smile.
>>"Did the eyes not give it away?"
"Give what... oh." he blinked "You are a mutant aren't you." he chuckled "Okay, but... if the time travel wasn't your ability, then... what is it?"
Gawain stayed still as Ravi worked on the design. It did hurt, but the mirrorwalker was very determined not to mess it up by squirming. There was already a chance that it would look different on Maya.
>>”Uh, some. We got a few people in that wanted stupid tattoos about the rift. Pictures of it, quotes like, ‘the rift f***ed me up’, or ‘rifters’, and even, ‘rift 2k17’. I’m sure that’ll all die down in a few weeks.”
Gawain snorted. Of course people would run and get tattoos about a once-in-a-lifetime scientific event and make it sound like a music festival... he was sure that requests like that annoyed the artist, and also that many of those people would regret it on the long run. As far as Mirror was concerned, the rift was not exactly a thing to celebrate.
>>”How about on your end?”
"Plenty of excitement." Gawain smirked. He was not about to spring the news on the guy that he was an X-man. Not exactly hiding it either, but if he was uncomfortable with mutants, he was definitely not going to like Gawain's day job. "Met some doppelgangers of friends, which is freaky. Even took a short trip to the other side..."
Gawain rambled a little, both excited to meet someone from another century and embarrassed that it took him so long to realize it. Thankfully, Gwen took things in stride with an elegant smile, and even if she was annoyed by the questions an assumptions, she did not show it.
>>"Do you know what women wear typically here? There is so many options... I do not even know where to begin. I might start out with the long dresses. They are most like what I am use too. Although, I would guess that the jeans and shirts are pretty comfortable..."
"They are" Gawain nodded with a smirk "You can try both and decide for yourself."
She would look good in jeans too, but he knew better than to say that out loud.
>>"I appreciate the optimism. Who knows where I will end up, I am not sure myself."
"Well, you have a place to stay and someone helping you." Gawain noted "And if you ever need another..." he pulled out a pen and wrote down the Mansion's address on the back of a museum flyer "This is where I work. It's a... boarding school, for mutant kids. But even if you're not a mutant, you are welcome to visit, or stay. We are good at helping people far from home..."
Celeste rushed to the oven to rescue the latest creation just in time. It smelled heavenly, and Maya could not help but stare at the apple and cinnamon goodness on the plate. She was full, not hungry at all, but she also did not feel like she could pass the opportunity up, should Celeste offer her a slice.
>>"I wish I could just replace all my assignments with baking related ones. He would totally like my icing paintings."
"Well... maybe you could offer some baking classes?" Maya suggested "Not gonna help you with the art class, but it would look good on a CV? And kids around here need to learn more practical skills. Not everything revolves around fighting for your life."
It did for the X-team, and often, but that did not mean Mirror didn't appreciate normal everyday things.
Ravi did not comment on the mention of doppelgangers. He either already knew that they existed, or he simply thought that Mirror was not telling the truth. Not that it mattered. Mirror idly wondered what the guy's doppelganger on the other side would be like. Maybe he was a mutant. Wouldn't that be fun...
Gawain had never gotten a tattoo before. He was not unfamiliar with pain, though, but still, as Ravi started working on the design, he braced himself. It was a strange sensation, not unbearable, but definitely... there.
>>”Let me know if the pain starts to become too much to handle, or if you’d like me to stop for a little while.”
"I'm good so far" Gawain noted, keeping still as the artist worked. The silence grew long, which was uncomfortable with so many things hanging in the air. "So... any excitement so far with the rip open downtown?"
>>"I- I think it might fit. It might look nice. I wouldn't mind petting it all of everyday."
It did fit, and it did look nice. Kalos did not ask for the sweater, though, even though Maya could see how much she wanted it. She was shy about wanting, and shy about asking, or maybe she did not know how to either. But she didn't need to, not yet. Maya walked the coral girl to the counter, and bought a healthy amount of new clothes for her. She knew she would be happy with the sequins.
>>"Can I wear it today?"
"Yes, you can" Maya nodded as they walked out of the store, and she stopped to fish the sweater out of the bag. Kalos could wear it on top of her shirt. "Should we keep looking at things? Are you hungry?"
