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 laughing only served to make her blush worse. She wiggled her fingers, not liking the feeling of ketchup on them one bit, and tried not to pay any attention to the giggling of her friend. When he offered her a hand, she nearly reached out with the sticky one, before correcting herself and grabbing a hold of him with her dominant left hand.
"... What is it?" She questioned once she was back on her feet, trying to wipe of the majority of the ketchup on her (his) already stained shirt. Hopefully it wouldn't be some kind of awkward or silly thing... she didn't know if she could manage to blush any more than she currently was, and honestly, she didn't want to find out.
Looking up at him, one hand still in his, she tilted her head slightly and waited for him to ask her what he had on his mind.
"Well... I dunno... the meal's kinda been ruined... those kids are finally gone, though... maybe we could..."
Ohsweetjesushewantedtokissheragain
She had pulled away just a fraction of a second before she realized what was going on, and then flew into full blown panic mode. With a soft, panicked gasp, she felt her legs buckle without her willing them to, and she dropped like a brown, blushing stone onto her butt in the grass before he could land his kiss on her.
"...I... um... maybe we should... um..." She didn't know if she could handle anymore of his brand of kiss. It was too.. too... consuming. The Greek back pedaled a little ways, unintentionally mowing over the ketchup bottle on her way past.
"... we should..." God, think of something Andrea, think of something! Her hand plopped into a puddle of newly spilled ketchup, and she glanced down at it. Combined with the various left over bits of cheese and ham still left on her, as well as mustard in her hair and now ketchup... she was a mess. "... I need a shower."
The smile vanished from her face the moment he poked her on the nose, and she hopped away from him. "Ah! Saphirus!" The cloth she had previously been cleaning his face with was set to scrubbing at her nose feverishly, while she tried to pin a soft glare on him through her glasses. "You are a beast, I swear!"
Once she was satisfied with her face no longer being dirty, she huffed the tosses the cloth away, before returning to pondering over what he had said. "So... how are we getting to wherever it is we are getting to?" She eyed the car behind him, that he had been leaning over when she had entered. It wasn't exactly the nicest of cars, but she didn't really care for appearances. So long as it had a working seat belt... or seats, for that matter.
"... and where exactly are we going? I wasn't exactly prepared for shopping... or date like things..." Which, drew her attention back to her own clothes. She wasn't dressed for a date at all... but she supposed it would have to do. "Though, I do have some money... So I suppose it will work out."
She listened to Saph's apology, and was pleased. He sounded sincere and genuine. She ceased giving him the stink eye.
Instead, she set it upon the kids again. The apology presented to her from one boy, who claimed to be the ring leader, came off as slight sarcastic for a moment. She couldn't tell if he was trying to pull one over on her, or if he was actually just that darn cute....
but, whatever the case, she relented and dropped her arms from her chest. "Apology accepted... run along now." She watched them turn as one and hightail it out of there, before turning back to Saph. A grin worked it's way onto her face, and she giggled and hugged him.
"...That was cute. You will make a good father someday... What should we do now?" Behind her, where the kids had run off, the boy who had admitted fault stopped and turned around. The scary mutant lady had her back to them, but the guy who had ruined their game was still facing him. With a sly, childish grin he turned around, dropped trow and mooned the man, before scrambling after his buddies.
“No, thank you, friend, Maybe you should hold onto it, and mine too. Maybe you have friends, or a boyfriend who will take you there?”
Her face flushed deep brown before she could stop it, and she shifted awkwardly on her seat. She honestly didn't know if Saph like any of the games listed on the ticket... but, she supposed that Jorge did have a point. "I.. I don't know. I would hate to rob you of a ticket for something like that."
Just... taking something that had been given to him would feel odd. "...and I do not know if Saphirus even likes playing games. We have not had much time to get out and do things."
Aside from the few times they had gone out before she had left, that is. Dinner and him dragging her to a baseball game, (oh! and fireworks!) were the only examples of things that he liked to do. Really... they did need to get out more. She tried to calm her terrible blush, and fiddled with her ticket in her lap, before timidly accepting Jorge's offer.
"... I suppose if you are certain, if would not hurt to try.."
She sighed her temper away, and set about dusting the various slices and specks of food from her person, when her companion sent the kids ball skyrocketing away... probably into orbit.
The Greek took a moment to blink at him, not really comprehending that he had done it on purpose until he started speaking.
"Fun's over. Now apologize to her, and I'll think about getting you a new ball."
A stern look of her own washed over her features, and she got to her feet. The children were already attempting to avoid Saph's glare, and when she stood next to him, they flinched and set about mumbling off little snippets of apologies. But... that wasn't really what she was after.
"Saphirus!" Andrea set her own hands on her hips, feet shoulder width apart, and adopted the same pose and tone of voice that her mother had used against her. "How could you? They are just children!" Her lips flattened out slightly, and she looked up at him, all sorts of emotions running through her.
"You need to apologies as well, that ball belonged to them, and you will most definitely be getting them a new one, or tracking the old one down!" The kids watched silently, a few giggling to themselves as she waggled a finger at the man... until her ire Shifted their way.
"...And you lot! You should all be ashamed of yourselves!" The Greek crossed her arms over her chest and tapped a foot until the giggling stopped. "You should know better than to play such a game around other people. You need to say you are sorry, correctly, to both of us."
She speared them with an unimpressed frown, and waited.
She... A young female mutant. Andrea's mind ran off with that tidbit of knowledge like it was a private investigator, and came back with a lot of disturbing motives and possibilities.... Many of which she didn't give herself time to linger on.
What she went through... no, what they had gone through, had been terrible. She didn't need anyone to tell her that. Her nightmares were still fresh enough that it often felt like she was reliving the whole ordeal over and over, with the occasional night of medication saturated sleep. Those nights were the best, even if she felt like she had been doused in too much of Mr. Sandman's magic dust in the morning.
Andrea shifted slightly, unsure of what to say. She wanted to ask him to give the other girl her... best wishes, or something... but she was terrible with customs and how to present herself for such a request. Before she could think of something to say, a shadow fell across her lap and she looked up. A man, who wore a silly grin, had stopped before her.. "What's with all of the gloom and doom over here? I bet I know what will bring a smile to that pretty face~!" He turned and unzipped a little fanny pack on his hip, dug through it for a moment, then handed her a slip glossy slip of paper.
"Here you go, one free pass to a day's worth of fun at Adventure Works! The worlds most awesome place for an epic indoor experience!"
The Greek blinked at the pass, which boasted all sorts of games and actives, before turning a quizzical, and slightly confused look Jorge's way. "....Is this one of those scams I have been warned about?"
The man who had given her the pass looked downright aghast at her words. "Madam! This is no scam! This is the opportunity of a lifetime, a rare promotional gift from us to you, our loyal customers!" He turned and dug around for another slip, which he then handed to Jorge. "To prove it, here is another pass for your friend! When you get there, don't forget to tell the front desk that Timothy sent you!" He hopped back a step with a grin, gave the both of them a little lazy salute, and casually back flipped away like it was an everyday occurrence.
Andrea stared, struck rather speechless, and tilted her head. "Americans sure do have a funny way of advertising their products..." Another glance down at the so called 'free pass' had her even more puzzled. She turned the puzzled look Jorge's way again. "... I do not know of this place... would you like my ticket as well? Maybe you can bring your lady friend with you?"
“Andrea, it was not your job to pass judgment on him, You did the most important thing that you could have done…you lived, you survived, No one can ask more of you than that; even you.”
She shook her head, took a deep breath, and sighed. "You are right, it is not my place to pass judgement upon others. That is the place of god, and court rooms... But, what type of a person would I be if I took my life and ran with it, without trying to help other victims? I would be shallow, selfish, and cruel." She paused, taking another deep breath to calm herself, and closed her eyes.
"Everybody holds you, as an officer, to very high expectations. You are supposed to pit yourself against terrible people, give your life if need be... But we must all do our part. It is more than just surviving... It is living as one. We must all think past ourselves to the greater good, should we not? If we all just survived there would be no police. There would be no army, no X men, no heroes." Her serpents finally calmed down, and she clasped her hands in her lap.
"I would not be able to live with myself if I did not attempt to offer a helping hand, even if it is just in re-count my story before a judge." Turning her shaded gaze his way, she tilted her her chin. Things were all jumbled in her head, and she wasn't sure if she was even making sense anymore. She wanted to be clear... that she didn't want to run away, she didn't want to try and ignore it all anymore.
She wanted to help somehow.
"I... think I am no longer making sense.... Can you tell me if the other mutant is doing alright...?" Maybe taking the spotlight off of herself would help her sort out all of the thoughts in her head, or at least slow them down a little. "... Maybe I could meet... him? Her?... one of these days, though I fear I would not make for very good conversation..."
“Sometimes, after something like what you went through, the best thing you can think of is to just forget it ever happened."
She didn't bother to nod, having already thought of such a thing before he mentioned it. It would be easier to forget. To pretend that her scars didn't exist, and that she had never been attacked in the first place. But... she knew that it would be nearly impossible to accomplish. He was forever engrained on her, his face, his words... his violence, forever stamped upon her soul. She knew very well that it would take many, many years for her to sleep peacefully again, if at all.... and he wasn't even the only one to blame. Though her brief encounter with Aura had been... strange, she had never been able to forget the things that occurred that day. She could not remember the man's name, the cop who had been cut down before her, but his blood forever stained her. Lion man had just been much, much closer to home...
"No, we don’t have him, yet. At most…we have a possible name but so far it is proving to be little more than an alias. And…the only reason that we learned that much was because he attacked someone else. Another young mutant,”
Her blood ran cold, and she didn't even hear the words he uttered after. All of the dark muses in her head went silent, and she fixed her eyes on the man beside her. "He has hurt someone else...?" Her voice was but a ghost of a whisper, soft and hollow. A chill washed over her, and somewhere deep inside she felt a bubble of anger flicker to life. The beast who had nearly killed her had struck again... another mutant. Flashes of memories clawed at her, of what she had gone through... and she clenched the edge of the bench at either side of her until her knuckles turned white. Through all of the memories, all of the blood and phantom pain... she could remember one thing very clearly. Staring up at the man, eyes locked on his, too afraid to move them in case he woke and fell upon her with his fearsome jaws...
"...I should have stopped him." She muttered, her voice betraying her inner turmoil. The bubble of anger swelled, followed closely by a wave of anxiety. Hot tears pricked at her eyes, and she shuddered. "...I had a chance to do it... but I did not. If I had, he could not have hurt anyone else." The snakes tucked away in her hair felt the touch of rage inside her, and reacted in turn. Soft and violent hisses alike started up... but she ignored them. She was too busy inwardly berating herself, pointing out her follies, her many great mistakes.
Had she just... incapacitated him, rendered his legs, or eyes useless... he wouldn't have been able to escape. But no, she hadn't been thinking of that. She had only been thinking of herself...
A small voice within her called through the surge of emotion, speaking softly of her actions being human. She had only done what anyone else in her position would have. The fight to survive after something traumatic, she had only been reacting, not thinking.... After a moment of quiet contemplation, she relented to it, and some of the anger at herself ebbed away.
"...There are a great many things in this world that I have been taught to ignore, overlook, or forgive.... but I do not think I can forgive this man for everything he has done." She slowly forced herself to relax, unlatching her hands from the bench to rest them in her lap. "I will forgive him for the harm he has bestowed upon me... I am not so lost that I cannot at least relent that. But... I will never forgive him, or any like him, for hurting others." A tired sigh escaped her, and she leaned back against the bench.
"I wish it were so easy, to forget... As much as it shames me, I know that I would not hesitate to let every terrible thing that has ever happened tumble out from inside my head, never to return..." And there were a great many things to forget... "But.. I would only be harming myself in doing so, as well as others. I did not act back then, when I had the chance, but I will not pass up the opportunity to be of some use when you catch him..."
She wanted to smile, even it it was more than a little forced, but there was no humor in her words. She meant everything she had said, even if she wasn't sure if she should have said it. "I know you will catch him... I have faith in you."
Andrea went from staring at him, to staring at the tower of a sandwich he had made. Her face nearly cracked in half from how big her grin had gotten. When he handed her the stack of meat and cheese, she couldn't help just laugh. Americans sure did like their sandwiches meaty, didn't they? She was about to open her mouth and comment on the silliness of it all, before setting the food down... when he took a bite of the thing she had made him. Thing being a relatively nice term...
While he chewed and chewed, all she could do was stare and blink. Had he really just taken a bite out of that? Why ever had he done such a thing? It had olives and pie on it, for heavens sake! His compliment caused her to tilt her head slightly, until she realized what was what... He though she was serious! Guilt immediately washed over her, and she picked up the sandwich he had made her again. He was eating her creation out of politeness! Without a word, she took a rather large bite of the ham, cheese, and bread pile. As she chewed, a rather serious expression settled onto her face, like she was judging an eating contest, and her opinion would make or break someone.
After a moment, she managed to swallow, and grinned at him enthusiastically. "It is just wonderful!" She opened her mouth to take another enormous bite, to really drive it home that she loved his idea of what a sandwich should be, when a roar of child like laughter erupted from behind them. Out of nowhere, that same old familiar ball that seemed to keep appearing wooshed past her face, obliterating the sandwich in her hands before her teeth could even sink into it. Ham and cheese flew everywhere! Before the Greek knew what was happening, she was left holding two messy slices of bread, with meat and dairy products galore decorating her hair and lap.
Another spree of giggles and cackles shot up from behind her, and her temper flared momentarily. Sloth and the other six snakes hisses as one, wiggling angrily as her anger hit them. Had her vision not been half obstructed by a mangled slice of cheddar, she would have turned and speared them with a very angry, very motherly glare...
She could feel her mothers ears burning all the way across the sea. Andrea was absolutely sure that the very idea of her walking around with someone who so opening called himself promiscuous would send the poor woman into a fit.
Andrea, still quite flushed in the face, simply smiled and nodded daintily. The way he explained it left her feeling less like she was walking along side a wolf, and more like she was walking alongside a genuine, sweet and gentle soul... And, maybe a little like she had walked into a soap opera. (But only a little!)
"Would it not be better to find someone to match your fire, rather than try and suppress it?" She questioned, eying him with an honest curiosity from behind her glasses. "I will admit that I am rather new to such things.. touching and holding hands and such, but I would never expect a significant other to change himself for me."
She paused, reflecting inward. Saph was a wild card, that was for sure. He did a great many things that made her worry, and plain panic sometimes, as well as some things that just left her baffled... but they were all parts and pieces of him. She was fairly certain that he felt the same way about her, too. He liked her skin, her personality, and even her mutations... he had never once asked her to be anything other than what she was.
"If I asked my friend to change.. he would no longer be the man I fell in love with..."
Her brows knotted together for a moment, and her nose wrinkled. "I think it would be a terrible shame for you to let anyone try and make you any different from who you presently are." Her blush darkened as she finished her little rant, and she fiddled with the hem of her dress. She had said more than a mouthful... and she wasn't even really sure it it made sense. Embarrassment slowly set in, forcing her to gulp and fidget as she followed along beside him.
She resisted the urge to pry, or D'aww at him for that matter, when he mentioned a girl friend. It was none of her business, and she should respect his privacy...
... but that didn't stop her from smirking right back at him, in a very un-Andrea manner. She was happy that there was at least someone looking after the man. From what she knew about him, he was one of the hardest workers she knew, and one of the most honest, kind people. It genuinely set her mind at ease that he had at least one person looking after him.
“You know…I’m glad you are doing well. The last time we saw each other…was not under the best circumstances,”
A pained look flashed across her features, but she managed a weak smile all the same. "That is very true..." Though a good many things about that meeting were still fuzzy and hard to fully recollect. "Though... I cannot be held responsible for any of the terribly silly things that I must have said."
She chuckled, attempting to avoid the seriousness that came with such a subject... but failed shortly after her attempt. It was hard to move past such a thing when nightmares still haunted her at night, and she couldn't walk outside at night alone without having terrible flashbacks. Unconsciously, she reached up to touch the scar that had been left behind from the knife wound. Whenever she saw it, it ached and served as a reminder of that night....
"...Did... did you ever find him...?" Of course she hoped that he had, and that justice could be served for that man that he had killed. But... she also hoped, however slightly, that he hadn't. That he would vanish into whatever nightmare he had come from, and stay there... so she would never have to look upon him again. Andrea knew some of what American justice entailed... and it rarely ever ended without a trial and witnesses. Not only did she never want to be in the same room as him ever again, but she honestly couldn't see getting involved with judges and juries ending well for someone of her... status. She was 100% sure that she would be shipped directly home after the trial was over.
... She just couldn't bear the thought of parting from Saph, now that they had both admitted their feelings to one another.
"..I... I know it is not easy... and I do not expect you, or anyone else, to run yourself into the ground to find that man... but the thought that he is out there, possibly hurting someone else... " She shuddered, and tried to pull herself away from memories as a chill washed over her. Sloth and the other six snakes wriggled as her wave of emotions hit them. She clenched her hands in the fabric of her dress, concentrated on swallowing the emotions like bad cough syrup, and then forced herself to relax again.
"... I... am sorry. That came out different than I had wanted it to. You have done more for me that I ever would have asked of you, and I do not want to seem ungrateful..."
Her smile brightened instantly, and she squeezed his hand. "I would love a sandwich... or... some cookies. Or a soda!... Is that pie?" Eyeballing the assortment of things he had brought, she wondered if there was anything he had forgotten.
Napkins, as it turned out.
She found herself wondering what she wanted to eat. With all of the choices he had brought, she was having a hard time deciding. The Oreos sounded good... but there was no milk to eat dip them in. The pie didn't need anything... but he had neglected to bring silverware too... and she didn't really feel like eating it with her hands. All that left was the olives, and the sandwich materials. Which.. didn't make much sense to her. Where did ketchup come into play with ham and cheese? She shot him a little quizzical look, before an idea popped to mind.
"Oh! I know! I'll make you a sandwich.. and you can make me one! We can make it a game!" Scrambling forward, she grabbed some bread and set about throwing together hers. When she was done, she held out her creation with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. The two slices of bread barely held a pile of cheese and ham, as well as a hand full of olives, five cookies.... and as much pie as she had managed to scoop on with said cookies. She had even doused the bread with mustard and ketchup!
