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.
The girl had all the mannerisms one would expect from someone of the 19th century - and stunning violet eyes. Gawain blinked in surprise as he saw that. Those were... either contacts, which would be wildly out of place for a historical character, or her actual natural eye color, which made her either very lucky, or a mutant. ... well, technically a mutant either way.
>>"Oh, sir, you gave me quite the fright. How do you do?"
Oh, she was good. Definitely good at her job. Gawain, having spent time at Ren fairs and historical reenactment events, knew a pro when he saw one (even though the 19th century was not really his expertise). Her accent was really great, too. Gawain smiled, bowing lightly in response to her curtsy. She was not supposed to break character anyway, but he could at least make it easier.
"How do you do?" he offered a hand anyway, for handshake or hand kiss, whichever she would give her hand for "Gawain Morris. I apologize for the fright."
Good thing Becca was not around. He would never hear the end of this.
Jesse let out an exasperated sigh. The guy was not gonna share what his power was, even though they both knew Shivs, and he already knew Jesse's ability. One of them, anyway, and the other was not relevant at the moment. But before Jesse could bring up the point that they needed to work together, someone else joined in. By appearing seemingly out of thin air. Or rather, water.
"Hey, watch o..."
The guy reacted with incredible speed. Incredible speed. That answered the question of what his powers were, at least in part. And also that, even knowing all he knew, he was still gonna try fight the squid guy. Things went sideways quickly. But at least he got out of the way in time.
>>"We need a fire extinguisher or a TASER or paper towels or something."
"You" Jesse glared, hands on the glass "Need to get the hell out of here, speedy, while you can. It can't touch me but it will hurt you, and I can't help you from here."
Praxi was still making up her mind. Maya secretly hoped she would say yes. She had fire (strange for a liquid person), and she would do well at the Mansion once her life was not constantly threatened. Plus, she liked her. Apparently she was not done adopting Atlantean kids yet. They waited for sundown - but the people that appeared with the twilight were not the kids they have been waiting for. Not that Maya was completely surprised at the sight.
>>”Oh, nae this **** again,”
Maya rolled her eyes.
"I swear to God if they start snapping their fingers..."
>>“I heard you are taking these gorgons away to your Nation. What is wrong? Do they have no sense of pride in Atlantis? They would betray their kingdom and follow a bunch of kingslayers?”
Becca sent the kids into the shelter. They went; they were clearly scared of that many demigods showing up together. There was no way this was going to end well. Maya grinned fiercely at the group.
"Whoa, that is rich. You want them gone, you just don't want them gone with us? How does that work inside your tiny little fish brains?"
Maya pulled the plate toward her, and tried bites of both slices. Celeste was not lying, the cakes were pretty great. They did not replace and art assignment though and she knew it. Maya made a comment about modeling.
>>"Alright, Rose, I think all he's looking for is the face but if you want, we can go all the way. But uh... Only if you have time and stuff."
"Draw me like one of your French girls?" Maya grinned between bites "I mean, face is fine. If it helps you with the homework. Maybe, portrait with cake?" she added, lifting the plate daintily to her cheek "Slice of life?"
Gawain was supposed to be doing work, as usual. Now that the portal was open between two version of reality, there were immediate concerns, and then also long-term ones; taking a break from the fighting and patrolling, the mirrorwalker decided to take a swing at the less pressing sides of the issue. Like history.
The two New Yorks were alike in most ways, but not all. And if they had alternate timelines, that meant they also had alternate histories. Since Gawain had never been a local history buff all that much, and was mostly interested in pre-colonial eras, he needed to brush up on his local New York history first, before he could go off checking it against the other side. Hence, he was taking a field trip. To the New York historical society.
Walking down the exhibit hallway, he spotted the woman in a 19th century dress. She was wearing it elegantly, and she appeared to be more like a visitor than staff. Gawain smirked. He loved living history. If this woman was playing a character, he definitely wanted to know who she was. Walking around, he gave her an easy smile.
"Excuse me, miss? Could I have a minute of your time?"
Okay, so the skirt was definitely too long for Kalos to move around freely. She was quite active, wandering and exploring, and something that did not allow her to walk normally was clearly out of the question. She tugged it up and the lady tugged it down, and Kalos clearly did not want to be tugged at at all.
>>"It is a wrap skirt so there is some- There is some amount we can loosen it."
>>"Short?"
>>"Oh no. We do not sell short sari. Short is signifying the lowest of the low."
Maya winced. Wrong choice of words. Kalos was climbing out of the way, and something made a ripping sound. Uh-oh. Maya could see that they were beginning to overstay their welcome, but she also understood what the lady did not, that Kalos did not want to look like the lowest of the low ever again, by any culture's standard.
>>"I am sorry, but I feel that this may not be a good fit for your needs."
>>"Shoe?"
"Alright" Maya sighed, lifting Kalos off her perch gently "We'll take the shoes, and I'll pay for... that." she pointed at the dress that was probably torn in some place. That was about all they were going to get. "Let's go, Kalos, you need to put your other clothes back on." she said, ushering the coral girl into the changing room. While she waited, she gave the woman an awkward look.
Celeste was, for all intents and purposes, working her homework frustration out by baking things all over the place. While Danger Room sessions were more of Mya's style of blowing off steam, she had to admit that making pastries for the entire population of the Mansion was at least a little more productive.
>>"Yeah, I suppose you can say that. I've been trying to finish that stupid thing. I'm literally copying it from a book. It just keeps turning out horrible."
She glanced at the garbage can full of paper. Apparently Celeste had been working on art for a while.
>>"Plus, I'm really good at this."
"You are." Maya agreed wholeheartedly as she munched on a cookie. "You're definitely passing the baking class."
>>"Are you good at artsy stuff?"
Maya scoffed. "God, no. I suck at all that. But I make a stunning nude model?" she added with a grin, batting her eyelashes at Celeste.
Maya was idly wondering what would happen if they ended up with too many kids. The Jet could carry a lot of people, but there were also a lot of gorgons living in the Necropolis, and news traveled fast. Also, the Mansion had space, but it was not endless... they would just have to make do. The kids deserved a fresh start. And no one ever died from having a roommate.
>>“There. I did my part.”
>>”Ah! Oy, yer slippery”
>>“Yes, It is almost as though I am comprised mostly of liquid.”
"Hey Praxi" Maya grinned at the slime girl. She liked the attitude. And it was also funny that she managed to make Becca jump.
>>”Is thes most ay th’ kids?”
>>“Seems like it. Might be one or two stragglers waiting until sunset is upon us here.”
>>”Aye. We’ll wait a bit langer.”
"Until sunset." Maya nodded. It was possible that some kids might have mutations that kept them from coming out in the sunlight. They could wait a little more, just to be sure. Maya glanced at the slime girl, folding her arms.
"So... have you made up your mind yet? Are you gonna come with us?" she asked "You know, some of these kids will need some looking after..."
She knew Praxi would do well at the Mansion. She was smart, and had good control of her mutation. She was rough around the edges (ironically, for a liquid body), but that was not necessarily a bad thing.
Minutes ticked by, and the sun slowly sank towards the horizon. Shadows grew longer. It was a good hour before Maya tilted her head.
Maya finally saw the recognition in Celeste's face, and smirked. Some people caught on faster than others, even if they already knew the theory of gender shifting.
>>"No, I'm just trying to practice doing portraits for my art class... I suck at so badly at art... Like, really badly. So, while I've been studying, I've just been... Baking."
"Uh...huh" Maya nodded, looking at the half-finished sketch curiously "So you are... what, procrasti-baking?" she grinned "Look, I'm the last person to force anyone into doing art..." she bit into the cookie and hummed "... especially when the result is cookies, but maybe you should finish your homework first?..."
The pastries looked really good. Maya was impressed. Celeste was not the first or only person at the Mansion to bake well - upside of sharing a kitchen with a lot of people, there was always something good to puppy beg for - but she was definitely living up to the scent of the cookies she was making. She looked a little startled, though, when Maya walked in.
>>"It's... Uh... First come, first served. Just leave some of the cake though, I hear there's a kid here who really loves them."
"I know." Maya grinned, settling down at the table and grabbing some cookies. Her gaze fell on the art supplies. "Pastries and art? Is this a school project of some sort?"
Whoever was hogging the kitchen, Mirror hoped they would keep doing so. The scents wafting into the dining room and pouring out into the hallway made her mouth water. Maya had been doing paperwork in her office, but eventually she could not take the curiosity anymore, and she went to investigate what kind of a party was cooking up in the kitchen. She could smell pastries. Pastries were good.
And holy hell were there a lot of them.
Maya paused in the doorway, watching as Celeste moved around the kitchen, busy working on something. There were already cakes and pastries made. She was not entirely surprised to see the blonde there, although she was a little baffled about the sudden flood of food all over the place.
"Whoa. Is it someone's birthday, or is it first come, first served?"
The slime girl disappeared, hopefully to bring the news to other kids. Maya was not sure how well she was going to sell the whole thing, but it was at least a start; some might get curious and seek them out just to know more. Maya smirked at Becca.
>>”Ye know th’ only reason ye saved yerself frae a swift ass-kicking was yer wise choice tae nae call mah English class a ‘catch,’ richt?”
"I know better." Maya grinned. Honestly, she was sure most students would not mind having a teacher like Becca. Not just because she looked hot, but also because she actually enjoyed teaching, and cared a lot about her students. Maya never really got into teaching subjects; training was more of her kind of work, but she did admire people who really put in the effort to get grammar and literature and math and other things into kids' heads.
They spent most of the day wandering around the Necropolis. They talked to people, mostly kids, and did their best to spread the word. Before sunset, they returned to the shelter, to wait and see if their work had any results.
>>”Ah hope thes works,”
"It will." Maya was leaning against the wall of the building, with her arms folded "Some of these kids need a home away from Atlantis, and they know it. They'll show up. If not right now, then the next time."
Maya really needed to take the bra off before it got stuck on Gawain. It had happened before, and it was highly embarrassing. So she did, but Ravi was clearly reading the gesture as something completely different.
>>”Woah, woah, I don’t know what you think this is, but I don’t-”
The shifting shut him up. Gawain ran a hand through his suddenly shorter hair, shaking off the last moments of the shift, and then turned to see how the tattoo guy was faring with the spectacle. Not very well, apparently. He looked a little freaked out.
>>”You… You can’t just do that. A mutation is not a condition. It-it’s not fair to spring that on me.”
Gawain arched an eyebrow. Okay then... it was, of course, a possibility that someone would not be okay with working with mutants, but he had thought that a tattoo parlor would be a fairly neutral place, as far as weirdness went. Apparently he was wrong. Oh joy.
"Would you have believed me if I said that I was gonna turn into a guy?" he asked with a shrug "I shift every night, I don't have control over it. So, before I made you do a whole design, just to shift it away that night, I wanted to do what happens to ink when I shift..." he looked in the mirror. The dot was still there. "Well, that's a good start..." he looked at Ravi "Look, if you're not okay with working on mutants, I'll go."
>>“I mean, I don’t know what teevees are, but if this New York City is somewhere far away from here, that sounds great. So great, it sounds like a trap.”
>>”If we were loch those sods, sure. But we jist want tae gie ye ‘th chance tae gang somewhaur safe.”
How did you prove to a bunch of suspicious kids with a whole lot of bad experiences with strangers that they could really trust the X-men this time? Maya let Becca take the lead for now, as she considered their options. Maybe they should have sent someone with a physical mutation?...
The slime girl was called Eupraxia. Now they were getting somewhere. She was still snappy, but if she was willing to disclose a name, she probably had the courage needed to take the next step too.
>>”Eupraxia. We jist want tae give th’ children a place tae get away frae all thes hate while th’ Queen tries tae fix her father’s mess. We jist ask ye spread th’ word. Any mutant child ay Atlantis is welcome tae come wi’ us. Ah know nae all will—“
>>“I get it. I can talk to some of the children, but I’m not telling them what to do. This better not be a trick.”
"Believe me, I thought it was a trick too. We really got to work on our sales pitch." Maya smirked "Oh, and it's also a school. So if you wanna see what the catch is, it is probably taking classes of math and science and..." she trailed off, glancing at Becca. She did not want to oversell the whole thing.
>>”Ay course, Tell them if they want, we’ll gaither here at sunset.”
"We'll be here, and we have plenty of space on the plane." Maya nodded. She suspected some kids might just come with them just to get a ride on the jet.
They exited the building together, and Maya let out a sigh.
The guy was clearly not going to go anywhere to save his own skin. It was making Jesse nervous. If this dude got into trouble, he would not only have to watch them turn into a mummy without being able to help, but then he would also have to go and explain to Cait why her... whoever he was, why he was not as much fun anymore as he used to be. Dammit.
>>"Recon too, huh. Great minds. Recon is the smart choice. The more we know our enemy, the better we can respond. Figure out their mindset, and exploit it. Lull them into a false sense of security by reacting in predictable ways... then lower the boom when they least expect it. Surprise them by anticipating their moves, and preempting them. Good strategy. Really mirrors Sun Tzu."
"Uh...huh." Jesse blinked. Did this guy really just quote Art of War? In the middle of a murder investigation? And then compliment him for it?
>>"Let's talk and walk. Pool data. I'll go first."
And boy did he. Jesse followed along, keeping an eye out for threats, as he listened to the data Cheshire already had on the case. He might not have been on the X-team, but he apparently operated pretty well on his own. Most of what he said was already known to Jesse, but there were some bits that were new. He listened, as they moved along, hopping from one surface to the next, but as the rain got closer and the night grew darker, he was growing nervous.
"So... um, what did you say your power was again?"
