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.
With the lights on and one opponent to occupy her sole focus, there was no way in hell he was surprising her just by dropping his weight and coming from an unusual angle. Noel'd fought with mutants of every shape, size, and skill set. She had countless memories to back up the idea that she did NOT want to get caught in this thing's claws.
What she didn't have was specific experience with this one.
He moved hella weird! His body, specifically, was what puzzled her. Every time she thought she had something figured out, it just wasn't so.
Rather than diving out of the way, as any sane person of human ability should have, Noel drove her baton with all her strength straight down as soon as that head was in reach. That puzzling body came with more mass than expected so she couldn't stop him dead in his launching pounce, but she did at least divert the mutant's momentum from hitting her mid-torso.
He slammed into her lower legs with enough force to clothes-line Noel's feet right out from underneath her.
> "I mean, I assume it's some sort of memory thing?"
"Yeah." He probably didn't need to know. Fiddling with people's memories was akin to robbing them of a little piece of themselves. Some of the requests she got made her stomach turn, but Cafas... he didn't seem the type.
'Course, the worst ones often seemed the most normal.
Another flash. Noel didn't move until Cafas did because she didn't want to make it worse.
She saw his public veneer slid into place as soon as the metal manip caught sight of a couple gear-clad photographers.
"No problem there. I got intimacy issues." Noel joked and it wasn't a lie. She didn't want the whole of Cafas' memory. She much preferred to have good people around her to keep her from falling in with the wrong crowd again.
The memorymancer casually moved her body between the cameras and Cafas. He was taller and bulkier, but she made it a muddy shot. Some bodyguards took bullets. It was good these guys weren't actually shooting. Just as Cafas became jolly, Noel found herself on high alert, checking exits and alternate routes.
"Also, you don't have to drop me off anywhere. You slip away on your deathtrap. I can probably keep them from following you by staying behind." People were starting to turn and take notice. They did that when it turned into an awkward trailing entourage.
"You think Sebastian sticks to your same notions of fairplay?" Noel shrugged and took back her phone. If he didn't want it, no need to force it on him. She still had a lot of respect for Sebastian, all things considered.
>"What do you cost to hire anyway?"
Noel leaned back against the wrought iron table rather than sitting down again. She gave him two numbers, one par for the course as far as muscle went. The other was a tad exorbitant. "I have one other talent that makes me ideal for some special jobs, but it comes at great personal cost." Noel tapped her temple, the leaky sieve. "I told the boss, no personal loss without monetary gain." Hence the two differing amounts and small savings. Noel'd put such heavy restrictions on its use that she'd hardly been hired out for any of those jobs lately.
"Honestly, if you asked my company to send someone to stiffarm the press for you, they'd give you someone much more 'Grogg Smash!' unless, for some reason, you asked for me." Winning smile, winning smile. Was that a camera flash?
As the lights grew brighter and she could see more and more of the creature in front of her, Noel came to a solid resolution. No. Definitely not a bug. It didn't move like she expected. It was far more graceful. More raptoral.
She found her quiet place, the still before action when brave and stupid looked about the same. The memorymancer tried to think objectively about the creature. Avoiding the tail was the obvious number 1 priority. In her experience mutants that imitated nature did so in the deadliest ways possible. By that logic claws, too, were top of the list.
He swung his tail and smashed into a wall of cans. Okay. So the tail had done strength to it. Double avoidance then. She would have loved to stand there and stare him down like a badass, but cans were rolling about and she so hatred to see good food go to waste.
Noel scooped up a can and lobbed it as hard as she could at the creature's face. Range was a good thing here. "Quit wasting food!"
This was clearly the way to win friends and influence people-monster hybrids.
> "Sounds like you're just trying to get an excuse to hang out, cos that's all it's be."
"Yeah, but the people I usually get paid to hang out with are snobs. Or druggies or just want to make themselves feel more important. Or, every once in a while, they just have an overbearing father who's richer than god." Those were usually okay, but those kinds of fathers often gave her an earful afterward for something she may or may not have done.
Cafas restored her phone and she flipped through it. "Success!" Oh. Well. Kind of. "The picture is still gone, but at least his info's not. I have to take a new picture every time anyway." Which meant it would still be a pain to find him but at least now they could play phone tag. Noel shot him a quick text to tell him she'd already had gelato today.
> "So what could possibly be in that "Cafas" folder already?"
"It's just some notes. Look. You haven't had time for me to put anything bad in there."
She leaned back toward him and thumbed back to his file. She even clicked it open right then and there. It went a little something like this.
Cafas Johnson has his own freaking wikipedia page. He has pink hair. Get over it. He's only gay for a fluffy cop named Kailey. (Girl name? wth?) Australian. X-Man. (Only one I've met?) Metal manip. (Change melting point and other properties. Gets headaches from overuse. Jaws of life = sad face) Can use big fat man swords! Claims to be famous. (Double check Dusklight films. And socks.)
What happened in Romania that pulled mutant SWAT overseas?
"See? Not that much." And certainly nothing bad.
If he cared to scroll through there were several other names he could take his pick from including a few he might recognize like Sebastian and Lori.
On her knees was not the place where Noel wanted to meet the boogeyman.
Nor were close quarters a real favorite of hers, but at least she could see him dimly now. Hearing those sounds without seeing what made them was far more terrifying. And now that she could see him, her fascination was battling back the fear.
Was he... some kind of bug? Maybe? That looked chitinous and was kind of cool. Cooler if it wasn't threatening her. Way better if she had a gun instead of a baton. She should maybe stop paying attention to the rules and just keep a real weapon on her at all times.
Noel stood and drew her baton and swung the metal rod out to its full length. It was the best she had.
She set her feet and her resolve. "This is your last warning. Backup is on the way." Just take your cans and leave already.
Way more south? Ohhhhh. Austraaaalian. She could pinpoint it now that she was paying attention.
...
"Clearly your publicist is trying to kill you." He/she/it/they were expecting him to walk around with a dangerous day job yet provided no bodyguards. They wanted him to be friendly to strangers in New York and expected people to... What? Be nice back? "They're in LA, aren't they?" Freaking hippies.
"If they care about their franchise and their investment in you, they'll provide someone for you. Seriously. You should have your people call my people." She grinned. Guarding Cafas couldn't be that difficult.
> "I bet you could retrieve that lost contact pretty easy."
"Really?" She was usually pretty tech savvy, but she knew that she hadn't saved her numbers onto her sim card. Noel made a quick search on google but a quick scan didn't give her much hope.
"Uhm. Here." The memorymancer passed her phone over, left open to her google drive account. It was full of notes with simple, uncomplicated labels. Of course there was one labeled Cafas. "I have Gmail and stuff. I don't remember if I've backed up my numbers. Is it automatic?" She came around to look over his shoulder, braid swinging in her wake.
HOLY CRAP BUCKETS! Noel did her best not to jump out of her shoes when she heard that sound, but she did drop her keys and bobbled her radio. Usually she wasn't such a scaredy-cat, but who could go from completely comfortable and safe to getting hissed at without a little transition? She scrabbled around in the dark for the radio and clicked it back on just as the man... no, the mutant made his threat.
"Make that uhm- potential hostile? Mutant." Gulp. They said to clear out and wait for backup, but her keys were still in there somewhere. She didn't want to end up being completely useless. This was a paying job and she did have her pride. Kind of.
Besides. He didn't want to eat her, judging by the foul taste of that sort-of lie. Wait. That was only sort-of untrue?
Noel flipped on the lights, but they were warehouse-style lights that took a little time to warm up. Welp. Time to feel around on the ground for those keys.
"I'll state again that you're trespassing. You don't want to eat me... yet. So let's not make this ugly." Ah! Was that them? She grabbed at the first smooth and metallic-y thing she felt.
"I think he was dating a cop so... maybe he's reformed by now?" She shrugged again.
"I sorta accidentally deleted his contact info out of my phone. Which only further complicates the whole finding him... thing. You know you nodded at me. How I supposed to know we're not friends? This is New York for chrissake. You keep your head down and your hands to yourself. You don't make EYE CONTACT and BE FRIENDLY. That's for the continental south. Or, so I hear."
How did she manage? "Not talking about it doesn't make it go away. Technology helps me most of the time, but it can be tinkered with." Noel pulled up her short sleeve and moved her top around to flash her tats. It was nothing indecent, but she'd put them under her clothes for a reason. There were quite a few words on her upper arm and shoulder area. One was a list clearly labeled "Safe People," the other a shorter list of addresses "Safe Places."
A little further down were some choice tidbits on how she should lead her life, the most prominently featured was a tattoo that read DON'T DATE MARRIED MEN. Noel also indicated the tattoo on her wrist that was her name and rubbed her fingers over it.
Just four letters. That was her whole identity. The paperwork she used to get paid had a last name she picked out of a list. Probably shouldn't tell him that.
"I get by." Finally at the end of her braid, Noel pulled her hair tie off her wrist and wrapped it up so all her hard work wouldn't be undone. She then pushed the thick, snake-like braid over her shoulder.
"I meant like..." She made hand motions that were entirely ambiguous even to her. "cash." She lamely settled on her meaning. "I mean, in 100 dollar bills that still a million bills." Did they even go higher than $100 bills? She didn't even know. "I guess when it's that much, it's all digital so... plastic." She made her fingers into a small rectangle like a credit card.
> "So my guess is "complicated" like you clearly have no idea what he looks like."
She went back to her braid with a sigh. Yeah. She had no freaking clue what he looked like.
> "Internet dating thing?"
"Oh gosh, no." Actually... that wasn't a bad idea. "My bestie's a con man." Ah. Maybe she shouldn't be so proud of that. Noel looked around, but nobody seemed to care. Either way she quieted down some. "He often doesn't look the same as the last time I saw him and on top of all that... the memory thing. Remember? 'Cause I sure don't."
She was getting down to the end of her braid now. It was a great excuse to avoid eye contact. "The side effect to sucking up other people's memories is that there isn't always room for my own."
If she'd been drinking, it would have been a spittake. As it was, Noel snorted some air out in a weird way and ended up trying not to which caused a weird back up and more than a little coughing. "Oh, man." She abandoned her braid in favor of pounding her clavicle to knock loose the surprise.
"Maybe not that rich, but with your abilities you could if you the raw materials laying around." Or, you know, more money than Noel could imagine. "What does one hundred and twenty eight million dollars look like anyway? Besides the obvious bathtub full of gold?"
Breathing crisis averted, Noel went back to her braid. It was going to take a while even with her quick fingers.
> "Well, I suspect Stephen is missing you by now."
Ah. The old dismissal. Only, Noel found herself loathe to leave. "I don't work for some hours yet and the Stephen thing... uhm. It's complicated?" If he pressed, she was going to have to own up to the biggest downside to a mutant ability in the history of ever. Couldn't he just let her feel cool for a little while longer?
She finger combed her hair back from her face and behind her ears. Well now she was all conscious about it. Did she even bring a hair band? Noel fished around in her pockets until she got one and then started the task of braiding. She had to run her hands from the braid down through the rest of her hair to keep it tangle free. The resulting motion was something like what it looked like to play a harp.
Noel blew a raspberry at Cafas. "Your own apartment? Like No rent and no roommates?" Dang. He was living the dream. "Next you're going to say you've got over 1,000 sqft and bathe in liquid gold. Yep. You rich." He could do that too, since, you know... his mutation.
He should open a spa for the rich and become even richer.
Sigh.
"Yeah, utility is hard to pass up." Coming from a nearly identical outfit, only plus boobs, Noel had no stones left to throw. She pulled her hair over her shoulder, only about halfway through her braid progress.
Noel also snapped a photo of Cafas. Then she put in a note that, yeah, the hair was pink. She should just get over it because he wasn't a pink, fluffy kind of guy. Well, he was a little. Tiny side note about fluffy cop love. Blech~
"You know, I have yet to have it be a real problem in a fight." Sure, big red lady had picked her up by it, but it had left her arms and legs free and that was better than being picked up by the neck. "But I always braid it. Except when fresh from a shower. It's heavy when wet." Was she referring to her hair like a pet? Stop that. Don't be weirder than the pink haired guy!
"Uhm. Thanks for the gelato. I guess I shouldn't offer to pay you back since you're apparently rich." She should take full advantage of that, right? Why didn't he look richer? Maybe Noel just didn't know what rich looked like.
"No prob." She was quick with phone typing. Like, texting generation quick. It was only a few seconds including a quick reference to her own phone for her number before Noel was handing Cafas' mobile back to him.
"I dunno. Big man smash can be rather intimidating too."
Her phone contact said Noel. No last name. It matched the plain tattoo on her wrist. Just Noel. "Definitely not Rapunzel." She checked to see if the bulk of her hair was dry enough to braid already. That was the worst part. That and how fast she went through shampoo.
"It's my super brain power. Makes my hair grow fast." She was teasing, but knowing that it wasn't true made Noel want to gag. Ugh. She cringed. The truth tasted so much better. "Teasing. But I like it." So much better. So, so, SO much better.
