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.
"Oh, mythology is such a wonderful genre!" She wasn't a super big fan of it for rather obvious reasons, but liked it well enough to delve into a tale occasionally to try and work out the roots of the story. There were many fascinating living examples of where various creatures and people and gods might have come from. Heck, her very own Biological father loved to roam around under the moniker of zeus of all things and had either intentionally or unintentionally spawned many many illegitimate children over his many years of life, herself included. He couldn't shoot lightning out his hands though, nor did he live on Mt. Olympus. He apparently just aged very, very, very slowly and had a habit of being irresponsible.
The greek smiled gently and nodded her head, "I am an advanced nurse practitioner and a Clinical Nurse specialist, but, even though I have all of the fancy certificates and papers, the medical field is always evolving and fine-tuning. I love researching both past and present practices and theories, because like you said, so much can be lost to the ages if one isn't careful. Just look at what a rich history something as normal as Asprin has. From Willow tea during the time of Hippocrates, to an easy to take pill that anyone can buy over the counter."
... She hoped that hadn't come across in a bragging sort of way or anything.
Jack. She confirmed the name to memory. Jack the sweet old bookstore man. This is why she loved libraries! You hardly ever bumped into irritable people when surrounded by books.
... unless you wandered into the college study areas, but that was an entirely different matter!
"I have to admit, I do love the sound of that. I tend to frequent a lot of the bigger libraries in my time off, so I rarely ever have a moment to stumble upon lovely little shops like this." She made a note to do exactly as he had said and pepper Doris with a host of questions when she had a chance. "They tend to lack a lot of the harder to find titles though. Rare books... Why, I have been searching for a vintage hard copy of 'Isadora of Milan' volume 2 for ages. I have volume 1, but the others are so elusive."
Antique shops were also good places for old books, but were often very crowded and not a great place for a headfull of snakes.
She found herself smiling again at his warm welcome, and perhaps blushing a bit again at the teasing. It was so appreciated though. "Thank you, truly. Though there might come a time where Doris grows tired of my never ending questions I am sure. I have lists of books I am interested in at least a mile long at home." She chuckled, fiddling with her gloves a bit as her serpents shifted slightly in their long braided mass.
"Might I inquire, Jack, what kind of literature you are interested in? I always find myself so fascinated by the various interests people have. I am partial to fiction and poetry myself, as well as anything medicinal."
She was squinting at map markers and lines, names of places that didn't exist anymore in the modern age, and listening with one ear to the back and forth between the man and the shopkeep. It did actually help to soothe her embarrassment a bit and was honestly funny, though she was not nearly brave enough to laugh at a joke shared between obvious friends.
When the man approached her again she pulled back from her book, having learned nothing from it, and offered him a warbly smile for his effort to further help her out of the hole she had dug herself.
"Oh, thank you, but you did not embarrass me so much as I embarrassed myself. It was absolutely not my intention to begin the day by forcing kind strangers into reading possibly sordid book titles!" She offered a genuine smile back and turned to put her completely boring and thoroughly wasted on her book back, deciding to clasp her gloved hands in front of her politely instead.
"Thank you, again, for helping me nonetheless. I am Andrea, pleased to meet you." She snuck a gloved hand out carefully, fully aware that some people were not fans of shaking hands with her. It never paid to come off as too forceful.
"And I do love it in here already, actually! One unexpected book aside, it looks like this place is just a wonderland of literature."
She stood there patiently with a small friendly smile on her lips, hoping the older gentleman would humor her request. When he turned and smiled back, leaning in to spy the book in her hands over the tops of his spectacles it was hard not to lean in also and stare at the cover as well... regardless of if she could make it out or not.
The title, though.... was not what she had been expecting.
"...o-oh." Her whole face, neck, and ears instantly started to turn a deep, Burgandy shade. The poor greek froze, absolutely petrified with what sounded to basically be the Kama Sutra in her hands. "Thank you ever so much!" She managed to squeak out, and then immediately turned and hurried to put that book back exactly where she had found it.
Of all the times for her eyes to embarrass her so!
She turned to the opposite side of the aisle were more, hopefully, pg, books greeted her and decided to simply ignore that such a thing had ever happened. A book streaked with synthetic red fibers caught her eye, and she latched onto it quickly. Who cared if it was apparently a Historical Atlas of New York City from 1898 to 19? She dove into it like it was the hottest fiction novel of the year.
The Greek paused outside of a shop she hadn't been in before. It was a book store, clearly, from the many shelves, she could see inside. The front was neat tidy, somehow escaping the slew of ads and fliers that tended to collect everywhere.
Taking a moment to finish her coffee and then hunting down a trash bin for it, she scurried back to the store with new excitement bloomed in her chest. It wasn't every day one discovered a new book shop!
A little bell jingled over the head as she stepped in, which was delightful, and she locked eyes with an older woman behind a counter. It was always a bit of a stressful moment upon entering a new place... she could never be 100% how the occupants would take her with how she looked and all.
Worries aside she offered a wide, genuine smile and set about removing Sloth from around her neck. He made an excellent scarf when it was cold but tended to have a habit of trying to eat things he shoulder. Into a braid, the snakes all went!
"Good Morning!" She greeted, taking the woman's silence so far as acceptance and thus being welcome in the space. She stepped a bit closer while weaving her snakes into a loose braid they couldn't wriggle out of to ask the woman a few questions about the store.
"-really? That long? Wow! I feel like I've been under a rock for ages then! I have walked past this place before!"
Doris, as she was named, nodded. She seemed like a sweet woman if a little short for words.
With her hair, er... snakes taken care of and secured with a soft bow behind her, she waved and departed from the front in order to explore. She poked along slowly, stopping to peer at random spines and covers without touching them at first. She had seen a lot of books in her time being a regular at the large local libraries, but there was always a bit of adventure in trying to find older books. Antique books, even! She loved well-worn books with obvious signs that someone had once loved them dearly.
After wandering for a bit, she encountered once such book that caught her fancy. It was a darker grey in color, so she could imagine rich red, or perhaps royal blue. There were letters as well for the title and author, but she couldn't quite make them out. To her eyes, the grey's that made up both cover and letter were too similar. They blended together almost seamlessly, and she couldn't feel an imprint to try and decipher them though what limited feeling of touch she had.
Luckily, she wasn't alone in the store.
"Pardon me," She looked over to another occupant, an older man, and offered a friendly smile. "Could I perhaps ask for your help with a small matter?" She hoped the orange of her eyes wasn't startling. She had decided to forgo her old sunglasses for colored contacts due to the natural light outside being a bit dimmer in the winter seasons.
"I am colorblind, and I am having just the worst time trying to make out what this book is called." She held the book out toward him, face up so that he could hopefully see.
Andrea was doing a bad, bad thing... So horrible in fact that she could hardly stand it! What would her friend and family think? Her co-workers, the detectives? It was terrible. Horrible. Utterly selfish on all accounts!
.... She had snuck out.
Slipping out from under the watchful eye of the Doctor hadn't been hard seeing as how she was a good girl and rarely had such a flight of fancy such as this, but sneaking away from the ever knowing presence that was her Ex-husband had been harder. She had been forced to resort to bribing his young apprentice with information of all things. It felt dirty! But she didn't care!
She was wild and free out in the city, rightly where she shouldn't be with an active attempted murder case in full swing and her would-be murderer still on the lamb. It was dangerous. Ridiculous! Immoral, immature, and so soooo unnecessary in the grand scheme of things... but she was going crazy in that school!
She had memorized the very walls in every wing of that building, every leaf of every bush outside, and it had only been two weeks since she had been sent there for her own well being.
Being out on the streets with a fleshy white snake scarf around her neck and a warm coat on, where the chilled air puffed out in front of her with every breath and the people passing by screamed at each other with only the most horrendous threads and obscenities...
Ahhh, that was home.
It helped that she had finally been able to get back to her favorite coffee shop to soothe her wildly out of control caffeine addiction, and the three scones she had bought had certainly smoothed the edge of her ever-present hunger.
She was content with simply walking for a while, maybe popping into a library or a bookstore, until the wriggles from inactivity left her limbs. Then, and only then, would she return to the school and offer a sheepish apology if anyone caught on to what she had done.
The Greek sighed. Loudly. "Yes, Sloth does tend to like saying high quite a bit. The problem is from it refusing to let go after. I cannot count the number of times that big noodle has simply refused to release something or someone.... and I am fairly sure it does it specifically to embarrass me." As if to emphasize her point, the large snake flicked its tongue at her cheek on its way past, as it slithered its way back behind her.
Andrea blushed deeply, brown hues coloring her cheeks and ears. "... I was once stuck to a light pole for three hours before someone finally helped pry me off."
She did offer a smile again after, though. "But... I suppose I can hardly blame them. I wind them back out of the way while I am at work so they don't get a whole lot of attention from people. Finding someone who give them any attention at all other than me and my boyfriend is often the highlight of their day."
Though she was looking at him, she got the inkling that one of them was trying to sneak into her plate and casually redirected the smaller serpent with one hand without breaking eye contact.
After unashamedly filling her plate up again, she laughed lightly at his comment about her snakes and patted Sloth as it slowly withdrew from her gentle scolding.
"They are brats." Her words were light as she was only joking. "They are in an uncomfortable position of having all the senses and instincts as their natural brethren, but no stomachs with which to quench the urge." She maneuvered them over one shoulder so that they were a bit closer to him, gauging his previous non-reaction to them as a sign that he didn't have an aversion to serpents.
"You may greet them if you like. They are a bit smarter than average snakes so they do love greeting people." Almost self consciously she reached up to touch the spot where Ira was missing. "Luxuria might be a bit more affectionate than normal, just as a warning... but my usual grumpy sourpuss is still missing, so none should try and nip at you. They generally only react badly if I myself am fearful."
Her hand dropped back down to her plate and she plucked away at her food for a moment, mulling over things inwardly.
"Oh, and try not to get caught by Sloth, it likes to latch on and-"
She glanced over again and the words died on her lips as she caught sight of the large white snake winding itself around one of the boy's arms tightly.
She probably spent a bit too much time marveling at the plate he had made her, rather than actually digging into it. He'd already sat and started eating before she'd even thought to pick up her own fork!
"I would love to teach you! Since I will be here for an undetermined amount of time you will probably find me here more often than not. We should exchange recipes!"
...Calm down, Andrea.
She stopped bouncing in her seat and forced herself to face her food again. Great! She was already losing it without charts to focus on!
"Dolmadakia is a variety of dishes, but all stuffed in grape leaves and cooked. My favorite to make is Lamb and rice with onion, scallion, yogurt, and herbs. I use a dutch oven instead of a typical pot and I tend to cook them for a little bit longer on a slightly lower temperature." She got a forkful of food, felt slightly bad for displacing the perfect image that had been on her plate, and popped it in her mouth. Having a slightly larger than normal jaw helped when eating... even if she wasn't much of a fan any other time.
The flavors hit her tastebuds and she dropped her fork in favor of squishing her gloved hands into her cheeks. "It is so good!" She hadn't had a dish like this in quite a while. Hospital food or homecooked food, but not in this kind of flavor.
She went in for a second, large bite. "Amygdalota are sweet almond cookies. They are super simple to make and I tend to favor them over other kinds of cookies, like chocolate chip." She smiled at him, somehow already mostly through her plate of food, "Almond four, sugar, salt, and orange zest. You just mix it all into a dough by hand, or a mixer I suppose, and top it with almond slices."
Another few large bites and she was done. Her plate almost polished clean and she was already looking for what to fill it back up with.
"I have actually been to that place!" She replied to his query about the restaurant on 4th. "They have the best Koshari in town! Really!"
... Where had she heard the name Juniper before? It sounds familiar and she was sure she hadn't met many people with it, so... wh-
Oh
That's right, she had met a friend of Zaid's who had called her for help with her badly injured friend. Could it possibly be the same Juniper?
"Though I can't speak for your friend, I can hazard a guess that if you always cook like this she can't possibly be lying. This is a wonderful meal! Cooked to perfection I'd say." She gently shooed her snakes away as they tried to stretch out to investigate where the smell of cooked meat was coming from. "σταμάτα το."*
Oh, Poor Elke wouldn't know what hit her with this one.
Or... This poor boy would know exactly what hit him, that being ELke. He was just so polite!
As she took the offered seat and watched him move around getting ready, it made her miss Erik terribly. She loved watching him cook when she gave him the chance. Fighting off a wave of melancholy and the terrible ache for her loved one, she forced herself to pay attention to the young man. He was very adept in a kitchen and seemingly well acquainted with what the school had to offer. She remembered the days when she was younger and had been puttering around the kitchen herself.
"A lot of things, really. I cook quite a lot of cultural dishes, but in the last few years, I have been experimenting with a broader assortment of things. A friend of mine is even helping me learn some of the more common Japanese dishes." Speaking of, she really did need to call him and see how things were going. It had been a week or so with everything going on.
"I love to make Amygdalota, and Baklava... oh, and Dolmadakia! Though, it can be a little hard to find grape leaves here."
She crossed her arms on the counter before her, smiling faintly, "How did you come to be so adapt in a kitchen, Xavier? Have you taken culinary classes?"
She was very surprised by his sudden declaration that he would be cooking. She barely knew him! She couldn't just go expecting him to cook for her like that!
But, as she opened her mouth to politely protest, he continued on and she gradually snuffed out the option to cook for herself. In fact, the way he carried on was quite endearing. She could tell that he actually cared and that was rare and unique and totally belonged right where he had ended up. She ended up smiling instead, hurrying along to match the footsteps he had matched for her as he led them both to the kitchen.
"No allergies." She replied, "and I will eat pretty much anything."
He was... interesting. Unique in many ways and yet so so similar to others that she had met and grown fond of over the years.
"Actually, I would throw those servings right out the window if you are cooking for me. My mutation requires so much energy that I am able to consume large quantities of food, and I need to often. Me missing breakfast was very poor considering that It can have lasting effects on me, but..." She blushed again and ran a hand over the smooth snake bodies atop her head. "... I was in just such a hurry I allowed common sense to escape me, I suppose..." A chuckle did nothing to make her seem less irresponsible, she was sure.
"I would love to see what you can cook up for me! I am a bit of a chef myself you see, and I do so love seeing others in action."
She chuckled, petting Sloth on the head as the big snake shifted around her shoulders. "I can see that. Saphirus, I think, has a hard time letting go, and she is well past leaving the nest. Fathers of Daughters often times find it harder seeing their little ones grow up and move on with their own lives. Have you met him at length, yet? He does tend to calm down after a while if you give him enough time."
It was thankfully easy to ignore the poisonous whispers in her mind trying to ruin the mood. Her own father hadn't had a hard time at all when distancing himself from her, after all...
"I do, actually! I need to collect another box and a bag from one of the offices downstairs. Is you could just set those boxes over there that would be wonderful." She'd brought the other items along on her first trip, and then left them there as she went back for more. Her medical bag was down there.
"I wouldn't mind at all if you'd like to accompany me there, but I will also understand if you need to leave. Class schedules and such here are run pretty tight, from what I remember."
She paused as her stomach rumbled, and blushed in embarrassment. "... I should probably head to the kitchen and whip something up, too. I neglected to eat breakfast this morning and I am now greatly regretting it."
She listened. Smiled where necessary and offered an encouraging nod here and there to keep him going. Before she knew it they were at the door to her temporary quarters and he helpfully opened that door as well. He'd opened all the doors, actually. He was a surprisingly helpful youth!
She did pause just briefly before heading into her room and her gaze refocused on the boy. He spoke about Elke as if they were very familiar with each other... Would have used the bigger knife, but she liked him? Hmm. The corners of her lips quirked in a different little smile.
"So how long have you two been dating?" She posed the question innocently, trying not to let too much humor leak into her words. She would definitely have to try and get in touch with the chaotic young woman and get her side of things. She gave him some time to answer her while she headed in to set her singular box down and stare at the familiar style bed she used to sleep on.
The Greek laughed cheerfully. She really couldn't argue with him on that. "I suppose I can concede to that point."
His next question was... well, a bit of a doozy. But, she'd had many years to think on it and had it boiled down to a semisimple answer. Luckily for him. "Well, I needed to grow up, I suppose. So I left the nest to make it on my own." Her expression might have been a bit whistful there, but nothing more. She wore the same smile and didn't dwell on the past.
"It's wonderful. Truly!" It tickled her more than she liked to admit when people pegged her accent correctly. It didn't happen very often! "If you ever get the chance, do go! So much history there at your fingertips. I can, and will, write up a list of all the best places to go for sightseeing and food if you are ever in need of such a thing."
You now, honestly she would have been mortified at the idea of Elke stabbing someone a few years ago... but, after Saph officially adopted her and Andrea got to spend some time with the troubled young soul it was about as surprising to hear as 'the sky is blue' or 'leaves are green'.
"Oh, goodness yes. Never turn your back on that wild child." The Greek shuddered, clearly reflecting back on less than fond memories. "I made that mistake many times. I once had to be fished out of the lake at Central Park after she pushed me in!"
She could still hear a much younger Elke cackling at her from dry land. 'Gonna have to learn how to swim sometime, ya prude!'
"Whatever the case, I am glad you seem to be alright after ending up on her badside. If you ever need healing and I am close by, do let me know! I am not as, uhm... plesant when it comes to my abilities as the good doctor is, but I can patch you up in a jiffy is needed."
She smiled a bit wider and flashed a few teeth on accident. "It is such a rainbow of powers, no?"
Sighing, she pulled her box up a little higher and once again marveled at how easily he was carrying the rest of her things. "I will admit, I am less worried about myself and more worried about putting an excess burden on those trying to crack the case, as it were. If I were selfish I would be at home and back to work as of a few days ago." She recalled, vividly, one of the other nurses chastising her for sharing such a view and being told to, quote, 'Just take a damn vacation'.
It had been very embarrassing and very reaffirming at the same time. It was best if she just hid in the weeds for a bit until things calmed back down. Erik would probably appreciate not having to worry about who was plotting to try and murder her next if she was tucked away behind some of the most powerful people in the city.
... It didn't help to mitigate how much she missed him, though. Even if he was freely able to visit whenever he wanted to.
She didn't realize she'd started full-on pouting until she snapped out of her own thoughts, and promptly drew her lower lip back in. "Regardless of how grumpy one, er, some of them might be, I do very much appreciate being able to come home again. This was the first place I lived after migrating here from Greece. I know the library practically by heart!"
Chuckling, she glanced up at him and pushed her slipping glasses back up with her shoulder.
"He might be. I can ask an absurd amount of questions, however, so only time will tell." She paused, more words pressing on the inside of her teeth, and mulled over her thoughts for a moment.
"...I have been meaning to stop by and pester him for advice on more recent power developments of mine. How best to try and use them and such, especially after the recent attack."
