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.
>> "Yeah, we're totally going to start smelling like dog soon. Hold on, let me get the hose again to wash off the shampoo."
Angua ahd been thoroughly shampooed up, so now it was time to wash all of that off of her, leaving a wet yet definitely cleaner hound. Celeste handled the hose well, managing to rinse suds from all parts of Angua while Gawain massaged the soap out of her muzzle and ears. Angua made whining noises, but did not bolt.
>>"Hopefully this school has some showers we can use..."
"It does" Gawain chuckled, shaking some water out of his own face "I'll give you the grand tour when we're done. It's kinda my job, after all..."
Once Angua was rinsed off, Gawain patted her on the head.
"Alright, you can go now, girl. Ready? One, two..." He jumped back as ANgua bounded out of the pool, almost slipped, and then stopped to shake a tsunami of water out of her fur. Gawain held up his arms to shield himself, but to o avail - everyone and everything within radius was hopelessly soaked.
Even after all this time, Jesse's well-honed thieving senses were sharp. She was aware that they had been standing around in the gallery much longer than a job should take; with every second that ticked by, the risk grew greater, and she could see that Steph knew it too, from the nervous movements and glances she had. She needed the job done, and fast. Once she took the pieces, this conversation would be over.
>>”It’s... it’s bad, Jesse. The kind of bad where I couldn’t get someone else involved. Not even you and your merry band of do-gooders.”
Jesse frowned. Bad indeed. She had guessed that much. She was also not sure what the rest of the X-men would say when she brought them this case, but she could not simply let Steph walk away.
"Well... do your thing, then. And when you're done, I'll be waiting for you at the old safe house two blocks down. If it's still there, that is..."
Stephanie tried to look professional while assessing the artwork, but Jesse could tell she was struggling with the answer. What to say, how to say, how much to say, it didn't matter, she could already tell that the shadow thief had changed a lot from their younger, daring and carefree days, and not for the better. Whatever happened had to be serious, because she was still very much intent on finishing the job, and Jesse could not really stop her.
>>”Like… I do jobs when I’m called upon.”
That was... not good. Who the hell kept a high-end art thief on retainer?... Mob bosses, that's who. Jesse's eyes narrowed at the admission.
Jesse noted with a small smile that her comedic timing worked. She could not exactly see herself, but she was sure her new look was quite... fetching.
>>”Only the kind of requests you wouldn’t ask a married woman trapped in a mirror.”
"My wife appreciates the sentiment" the redhead smirked. However, she was still curious why Stephanie was so intent on continuing her job. She clearly did not take as much pleasure in it as she used to, as they both used to, back in the old days.
>>”I wasn’t broke. I… I’m employed now.”
Oh. Jesse arched an eyebrow.
"You work for someone?" it was not uncommon for art thieves to have patrons... but the arrangement was usually pretty far from being any sort of formal employment. Actually, the less formal, the better. "Like... full time?"
For a moment, Maya thought they had actually won this round. She had to admit that without battle gear and displays of power, Becca and her probably did not look super intimidating to the three douchey demigods, but they had a certain authority just based on their reputation for taking down the last king. Or Becca did, anyway. For a second, it looked like they might walk away. No such luck.
>>“Hey, hey. We didn’t come here looking for trouble. That’s your thing, clearly. The X-Men of the Surface World. Just can’t leave well enough alone. All that attitude for some girl made of gunk!”
The pebble was humiliating, but it looked harmless... until it exploded on Becca's shield. There was a split second of recognition, and then a flash of anger clear on Becca's face. Maya, on her part, felt like her leash had just snapped. Taking a half-stride, half-lunge towards the pebble guy, Maya ducked and then came up wit considerable speed, in a fluid movement well practiced through hours of hand-to-hand training with Sam. Her elbow connected with the guy's throat, not enough to crush it, but definitely enough to make him gasp for air and collapse into a pile like a fish out of water. Maya stared down at him.
With significant effort, Angua was dragged into the kiddie pool, and Gawain put her in a form on lock so that she could not easily wiggle out. Had she been a little smaller, he could have straddled her, but given her size, he simply clung on and hoped for the best. It would have been unreasonable to expect to stay dry during this operation, which is why he was wearing an outfit that he could power-wash right after.
Angua wiggled and splashed when the hose turned on, and Gawain held her firmly until most of her hair (and definitely his everything) was soaked. Celeste made an executive decision and brought the shampoo over, which was nice, because Gawain was still holding the dog that was now getting excessively slippery.
"She will smell so much better after..." he muttered, scratching Angua behind the ears "We probably won't, but she will..."
Jesse saw the way Stephanie's face changes when she admitted she was stuck in the mirrors. It was a common reaction - from people with any semblance of empathy, anyway. She was not fishing for pity at all, simply making a point that she was not here to turn things violent. And yet, she had to admit that the revelation was probably shocking for someone on the other side.
>>”I’m… wow. That sounds awful. I’m sorry, Jesse.”
"It is what it is." she shrugged. Ever since they met Mirror, and Becca had the chance to occasionally visit, she had been a lot less touchy about the subject. Hey, they even managed to make a baby together...
>>”Listen, I’m happy you have your own path and put the job behind you. That’s great. But not everyone has that choice, Jesse. Hot redheads don’t show up and lead everyone to the side of truth, justice, and the American way.”
"Well, I mean, if that's what it takes..." Jesse smirked, as her looks shifted and rearranged themselves "Any other requests?"
Okay, so it was a cheap shot, but Jesse hoped a joke would lighten the situation a little. She did not miss the other part of what Steph said either.
"What do you mean, don't have the choice?... Are you broke again or something?"
Most art thieves started out as broke; some tended to circle back occasionally.
Maya was not even sure where this one had come from. Maybe from the other side, where the X-men were less official? Or some other weird pocket dimension where people could get away with pulling old movie retro bank heists in broad daylight in the middle of New York City? To be fair, the dude had the look, at least. Maya had to give him that. As long as by look all parties understood a classic creature feature aesthetic, anyway, since this one had a swarm of tentacles whipping out in all directions, as well as a suit jacket (with two random tendrils jammed into the sleeves) and a fashionable fedora on an octopus-like head.
Most of the inside of the small bank was trashed by now. Maya had been circling the arch-idiot for long minutes, shooting arrows and pinning various tentacles, dodging others as they whipped out with considerable force and some sort of green goop (there was always green goop), and she was finally running low on arrows. The dude was tired too, mainly folding in on himself.
"Just give up" Maya snapped, annoyed, aiming her next arrow while standing on the counter "This was a bad idea before you walked in here."
Outside the remaining glass windows of the building, an audience was slowly gathering.
This was one of those times when being stuck in the mirror world turned out to be an advantage. Those times were usually rare and far between.
This was, for all intents and purposes, a scouting mission only. People have been turning up dead, usually in heavy rain and with no explanation. Definitely mutant related, unless SUPER had upped its creepy tech game since the last time they burned down a facility... Not knowing what the team was dealing with would have made a mission extremely dangerous - especially for Becca, who was pregnant, and therefore not allowed to go anywhere near any action if Jesse could help it. And since the mirrorwalker still did not require any sleep, he volunteered to go look around a little. It was safer on the inside of the mirrors. Being stuck... well, according to Becca, it kept Jesse from doing anything stupid. She was not wrong.
Gawain really did not want to make the girl uncomfortable with his surprise over her powers. She could probably see it in his face, though, because she decided to explain a little more, and assure him that he was safe.
>>"Yeah. I can release radiation and stuff. Either through my arms or my entire body. I can control it. Lots of dead plants later, but I can."
Dead plants. Control. It was probably not a power easily controlled, so she was already better than some other students at the Mansion. That was good. She was also... flirty, and Gawain smirked as he left her alone to change. She did, quickly, and appeared again a few minutes later.
>>"Alright, let's get to business!"
"Let's." Gawain grinned, walking back to the office to let Angua out. She must have senses what was coming, because she tried to bolt; Gawain had to hold the collar with both hands to keep her from running away. With great effort, he managed to drag the dog out of the building and to the kiddie pool, where she began to whine in complaints at the sight.
"Alright, so... I'm gonna hold her, and you just... turn the hose on and try to aim?"
Jesse shifted into a better surface, and Steph caught a glimpse of the uniform. Not that she had been trying to hide it before, but the surprise was still abundantly clear in the thief's echoing voice.
>>”The Xes? I never pegged you as a girl scout. Or a boy scout. Hell, I wouldn’t have pictured you in any group activities, let alone a team.”
"Believe me, no one's more surprised than I am." Jesse admitted. Se still remembered a situation very similar to this one, that ended with her and Becca... in a very indecent position. Not that this was going anywhere near that direction.
>>”Wait, wait, wait. Are you planning to hop out of that thing and get in my way? You were a sweet kid, but I’ve got a job to do, Jess.”
"No" Jess shrugged "I just want to offer you some better choices..."
Blink.
"I do sound like a f*** missionary don't I." she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Point is, I'm not gonna try to stop you. Even if I wanted I couldn't. I'm stuck in here."
Ami had the upper hand this time. She was a police contact, which was useful, because trust between X-men and cops have been a little shaky since the METAs got introduced. Gawain was in no position, as an individual or as a member of the team, to decline doing whatever made the chaos a little less chaotic around the portal. Talking about chaos, though...
>>"Whatever they can do to help the police, and to either set up a perimeter or to help the people displaced by that glowing thing--"
"Uhh..."
There were cars and people milling around, and also dust and some smoke, but some things were easier to spot than others.
>>"--would be greatly appreciated."
"Um... Ami?..."
Yup, that was... definitely not a car.
>>"If you've got comms, we should organize. You and I could communicate between your team and the police. And--"
"AMI?"
She finally got it. She paused, looking almost picturesque with the bulky shape in a cloud of dust in the background, and Gawain suddenly felt like he was doing a slow-mo routine.
>>"There's a rhinoceros mutant behind me, isn't there?"
"Yup, there is."
Gawain grabbed Ami out of the way just in time. There really was not much space to get away, other than back into the window that he had come from, and then immediately into the next as the previous one shattered behind them.
Gawain let Celeste pick out some of the spare clothes; most of them were fitting for washing a dog, so it really was just a matter of comfort. And she had a build that was not too difficult to find shirts and pants for, anyway.
>>"That's a really good idea, actually. I bet a lot of kids come through who have some issues with their powers and stuff. I had let out radiation on my arms, hugged my parents, they both got so sick. We ended up going to the hospital and when they found out they had radiation poisoning because of me, they totally panicked. It was on my clothes."
Gawain blinked in surprise. "You're power is radiation?..." That was unusual. Or rather, not more unusual than walking through mirrors, but unusual in a way that she was so open about it, especially after her own family freaked out like that. Manifestations like that tended to make people cautious with talking about potentially dangerous abilities.
>>"Is there a bathroom or somewhere I can change or would you like a show?"
"Are you offering a show?" Gawain shot back with a grin, before he nodded to the door of the storage room "Let's wait for Angua with the wet t-shirt routine. I'll wait outside."
