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.
"Most people are so used to the little white lies that they don't even notice them, I don't think." At least, that was what Noel hoped because in public a lot of talking tasted rather foul.
"You're in luck. I happen to have some yellow right here."
Noel took Lana's hand and smoothed her fingers straight to inspect the state of her nails. Not too shabby. She could work with this. The brunette shook up the nail polish and situated herself so that she could balance Lana's hand on her knee.
"I can respect an NDA. Some contractors insist on 'em." Keeping secrets of what Noel guarded was sort of her specialty, though, she didn't sign non-disclosure agreements. She signed agreements that meant she would agree to forget. Whatever. If it had been really and truly bad stuff, she would have called the authorities or at least reported back to her boss. She assumed it was just PR stupidity.
The movie showed a streak of light that ended with a spectacular splash. First contact with the planet's most intelligent race: the dolphin!
Focusing on Lana's nails, Noel worked with extreme focus to get it right. "Ah-I dunno about family, but I do know that I don't really date all that well." Friends? Noel checked her arm. "Eh. Probably no visitors for a bit either. I don't really know anybody on my list, but my phone says both Kyle and Ty are still in town." She paused to watch the surprise in the alien's eyes at the discovery that humans existed on this watery world. "I've debated marking out the names of people I know that moved or haven't talked to me in a long while, but... well, what if they call?" She was terribly nonchalant about it all.
One hand down, Noel used her thumbnail to gently scrape off a bit of paint overflow onto Lana's cuticle. He nodded once in affirmation of her skill and held out her hand for Lana's other hand. "What about you? Got any family hanging around? You seem too busy for boys, no offense."
"I'm not so bad that I'd need a video every morning." She laughed the idea off, but the idea was a tad horrifying to her. "Actually a side effect of my grace is... well, I know when people are lying. But only people." Noel decided on one of her yellows and motioned to the TV with the bottle. "TV, telephone, written word... none of that registers as false. Just when I'm talking to people face to face."
She shrugged her apology. Now Lana would start second guessing every word that came out of her mouth in front of Noel. At least, that's how it ended up with everyone else who knew. It was both a relief and a burden. On one hand, it gave her poor taste buds a break. On the other hand, it usually lead to people withholding information or straight out avoiding her.
And that meant Noel needed a hefty scoop of cookie dough. On the screen, the movie started out by panning over oceans and up into the starry night sky. A lone girl at her observatory noticed something odd on the readings tonight.
"Can I paint your nails? Will the cops care? I can only paint my toenails. Keeping stuff on my hands like rings, tattoos, or nail polish is against uniform regulations." One of the possible reasons why female security guards were few and far between. Of course, Noel was cutting it close with the wrist tattoo of her own name. Noel. No last name. Just Noel.
Cocoa and cookie dough were the perfect compliments to a cheesy sci-fi. "Okay, we've got Unicornado, the follow up to Sharknado, robots that change into cars, and aliens that... fall in love... erm, with dolphins..." She'd never realized how stupid those flicks sounded until Noel had to describe them out loud. "It's good, un-complicated fun that's totally unbelievable and pretty much nightmare proof."
Noel let Lana pick, popped the disk in, and then returned for a quick bite of cookie dough before she ran off to get her nail polish.
> "I imagine it must be very frustrating dealing with your mutation like that. I don't know the significance of the names but I can take a wild guess."
And here was where the attempt to fix her started. Noel did hope to add Lana's name to that list. Then she'd know the list was a good thing. Well, the names were a good thing. She didn't put names on the bad stuff.
"I'm a little surprised that I didn't think of tattoos before, honestly. According to my phone, most of this stuff is quite recent. Almost like my life started fresh from some point this year." The moment she could first remember was hard to pin down. Without any tattoos to track out some of her history, she had no grounding on what went on before.
It wasn't a heavy topic. Not really. "Look, I did the moping thing for a while and it just wasn't for me. This works, the tattoos and the phone. I know I'd be screwed if one of those links broke, but I've got the phone insured and auto-backed-up. As far as I know, you have to pay a fortune to remove a tattoo." Noel shrugged at Lana as the opening previews rolled by. "I just have to live in the now."
The only problem with living in the now was when the past caught up in unexpected ways. Noel unzipped her nail polish pouch and spilled the glass bottles into her lap for inspection. 4 out of 7 of her colors were some kind of yellow color. "That's weird. Yellow's not even my favorite color." She went through and stood the bottles up in a row balanced on her thigh.
"Yeah, I think your car's totally empty. If you find anything that fell through the cracks, well... you know where I live." Noel grinned from head to fuzzy fuchsia bunny slippers. She was dressed in her PJ's, a black tank that showed off the word tattoos on her arms and well-loved sweatpants. She was ready for a night in.
Noel slid the plant across the counter top and it stopped pitifully short of Lana's hand, but the message was clear. The plant was for Lana. "It's a gift." Noel flicked her long braid over her shoulder and cleared her throat. "Y'know. To celebrate moving day. This too." Noel waggled the cookie dough at Lana. "Cook it or just get spoons?"
Presents delivered, Noel leaned her elbows against the counter. "I was kinda hoping you might have some time tonight to veg in front of the TV. I have a couple movies." Mostly Noel's collection consisted of Sci-Fi, Fantasy, and/or the completely unbelievable. TV never tasted like a lie. "We could paint nails, you know... do the girl thing." It was pretty clear Noel didn't get to do the girl thing too often. Not because she didn't want to, just because she didn't make many female friends.
How would Lana know Noel didn't have many friends who were girls? Her left biceps sported a tattooed list of people Noel could and could not trust. There wasn't a female name in sight. Stephen Graves*, Aedus Teague, Kyle Albatross, Ty Fisher. Do not trust cats. Do not eat lobster. Do not date married men. The list continued around her arm. Only a few words had been inked over into black bars. She tried to keep her tattooed information accurate.
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It took more trips than she expected, but all of Noel's boxes, bags, and furniture made it to her room. She'd paid a guy out of her meager funds to truck over the mattresses and lug them up the stairs for her. Now it was getting dark and Noel was putting the last few things in their place in her room.
The first thing she put up were her blackout curtains. No one who slept by day could survive without them. Her memoryfoam mattress (probably the single most expensive thing she owned) and box springs went straight onto the floor beneath the low window.
Noel put her olive green flannel sheets on in honor of the colder weather and tossed all the blankets she owned onto the bed. She laid a bath mat in front of the mattress so she wouldn't track any crumbs into bed, positioned her plastic drawers and gun safe, and then it was a small matter to unpack the few hanging items and loose miscellany.
The room was pretty spartan. Probably because this space was bigger than her last living space. She'd grow into it.
The sun was all but set by the time she was satisfied and ventured out into the common area in search of Lana with her half her housewarming gift in hand.
Noel set down the small houseplant and roll of ribbon on the counter and went to fetch the tube of cookie dough from the fridge so she could tie ribbon on that too. What better way to bribe her new pal than sharing a potential case of salmonella?
Noisy? Where in New York (besides maybe a penthouse suite) was not noisy? "I think at this point it would be harder for me to go to sleep when it's quiet."
And yeah. Lana was totally loaded. Noel was used to being the responsible (hah!) roommate. The one with the steady income. Easy to mooch off of. That was one less thing to worry about with this chick.
Noel rubbed her arms against the cold as she entered the empty room. It was hard for Noel to visualize this being home. Not that it was bad, but... it just had no stuff in it at all. And it was cold. The memorymancer went to check the window, a perfectly unobstructed view of the fire escape and beyond that... trees? Her lips mouthed the words 'Holy moly.' She could see something green from her bedroom!
The bathroom was small and had very little counter space, but it was private and that was worth the sacrifice in storage.
So, in short, it wasn't perfect but it was as close as she was ever going to get.
"How long ago did you move in?" Lana's stuff didn't look 100% settled as Noel had zipped past it and some of those things on her list were pretty basic. "Some of that stuff I have already, if you could wait a couple days. My lease is up Tuesday, but my next day off is Friday. Like. This Friday." As in, just a couple days from now? Noel rubbed her arms again. That was why she had so many interviews this week. She needed out of that solo apartment. It was just costing her too damn much.
"I was hoping to pick up some more winter stuff." Since Noel's wardrobe was entirely made up of what she had picked up since she lived at the women's shelter in the summer, the bomber jacket she wore now and a few light sweaters were just about the limit of her outer-wear.
"I need clothes. Which takes considerably longer than just picking up some stuff. So I can do that later if you want." Noel checked the display of her phone again. She had time if Lana really meant to drop her off by car.
"Also... contract?" Noel was itching to sign before someone talked Lana out of it.
Cheesy photo acquired, Noel worked to associate the number and picture before they left the coffee shop. And it wasn't the subway or a cab waiting to ferry them to their apartment. "Wow. I think you are the first person I've met who has a car. Isn't it like, the cost of another apartment for parking spaces?" Was Lana loaded? She certainly looked more put together than Noel, but that was a low bar to hurdle.
"Do you have a little light you can slap on top?" She was joking... kind of. Weren't those not really legal? Besides, a police escort didn't sound half bad. "Don't worry," she ammended quickly, "I wouldn't dream of borrowing the car. There'd be no guarantee I'd still know how in the morning. I get weekly recerts just to conceal carry." That was a self-imposed and boss enforced mandate. Though weapons seemed to be the one skill she kept coming back to, memory loss or not.
"Man, between the two of us, I'm guessing there's no safer apartment in New York."
"I'm not a neat freak or anything..."
Mhmm. Tell that to the crumbless, fingerpintless interior. Noel settled for just trying not to touch anything too much. Well, anything besides the handle. Riding shotgun was a tad terrifying even if Lana seemed in control the whole time.
"I feel sort of guilty. It seems like the perfect place for a bunch of art students."
"You could always adopt one." Noel's joke was a bit distracted sounding. It was the wood. She hadn't expected wood that looked good after that paneled apartment she visited. The memorymancer drifted through the kitchen in a daze. "Dang. Where do I sign?"
She hadn't even checked out her room yet. Noel grinned and dashed around to the open door to the empty room. It was hard to see with nothing in it, but this... this could be home for a while.
Oh. Lana worked nights sometimes as well? "That would be a real change to have a chance to see each other. Usually I just see my roommates in passing, if at all." Could Noel be making a friend? Her phone was full of people she no longer recognized... which reminded her. "Oh. Could I take your picture? For identification purposes." She asked as a courtesy. Noel needed a picture either way.
Lana's enthusiasm was catching. Noel was not a mall girl, but she could hardly expect they go to the range on their first date. Plus Noel was getting an unexpected first look at her soon to be (assuming she didn't mess this up) new room. "The mall isn't may favorite place, but I think I can suffer through." She teased. Malls were a necessary evil best weathered with a partner that would defend her from poor choices. Noel could probably use a couple winter things.
"Just keep me from buying anything too horrible? I have a fondness for things unloved and ugly." Noel usually just tried to stay safe with bland solids and neutrals. Black? Red? Safe. And also the majority of her wardrobe. "Fuchsia is my weakness." She sighed. It went horribly with her skin tone.
Canada? Noel shrugged. It wasn't outside the realm of possibility, but most likely Noel had just been hanging around here her whole life. She really didn't know.
"Most people don't have that foresight, to know about their memories make them who they are today, I mean. Then again, I think when people do accept that offer, a lot of times they are trying to change who they are." Another shrug. That was neither here nor there. "I can get pretty specific sometimes, but... brains, you know? If you'd rather not mess with it, I respect that."
"You'd have your own bedroom, bathroom, and we'd have shared living room and kitchen space. I admit there is one office, and I am likely to over take it."[/color]
Ah yes. This was the apartment with her own bathroom! What a luxury in New York. "I don't mind about the office. I shouldn't have homework." The idea was amusing. The most homework Noel had was cleaning and servicing her sidearm.
"If you can handle that, and the odd night owl roommate, then I think you can handle me."
"Is a problem that I mostly work nights? I was thinking your night terrors wouldn't bother me since I wouldn't be there, but you don't..." How did she say this delicately? "need somebody there? Like, when that kinda stuff happens?"
"As far as your powers go... I'm organized and a big fan of sticky notes."
"Sticky notes and a label maker. Can't really make a home without 'em."
The LCD screen of Noel's phone lit up, though no sound came through to disturb their talk. She checked the display. "I actually had one more interview I was going to go on today." She checked her wrist which had no watch -old habit- and then checked the time on her phone. "But I don't think I'll need that interview. I have a couple hours before work. I don't know what your plans are like today, but do you have some time to hang?" Because Noel was slowly becoming a bit more comfortable with Lana. If she could trust her, then maybe she could ask Lana about the FBI stuff. That really weighed on her.
Noel's thumbs moved across the screen with dizzying speed as she texted her next appointment to cancel. No private bathroom and living with a man? Moving in with Lana would be a bajillion times better than that.
Noel paled. Lana worked with the FBI? And at the NYICI? Noel hadn't been in that particular asylum, but only by the grace of the courts. They had put her in a mutant-specific facility. All because she had worked for the FBI... or believed she worked for the FBI.
And of course, she remembered nothing of this. She'd read her own background check and transcripts of court proceedings before Noel talked it out with her, then potential and now current, boss.
Lana didn't... she wouldn't have access to those records, right? Or reason to find them? So if Noel didn't mention it... It wasn't like it came up in everyday conversation.
Gulp.
"That sounds... taxing." Noel huffed, suddenly weary of the conversation even though they had only just begun. "The uh... person. The one... you know..." Noel pointed to the other chair that Lana had indicated rather than saying, as if saying it out loud might tip off the dead guy that they were dead.
Oh. How to ask this delicately? "They're not... somebody I know, right?" AKA: somebody she had killed? Because she had. It was all in the paperwork.
Noel cleared her throat. If Lana didn't mind about her past, this could still work out. Maybe. "I'm sort of the crummiest psychic you'll ever meet. I can see past memories and take them away. If you think that might help, I would be more than willing to try. It'd better than being dependent on someone like an Adapted." She knew about those. They gave her insane headaches and that was the main reason she left the Sanctuary. They just let one wander the halls.
"Phone call yeah, a uh- friend..." Noel rolled her lips in on themselves to keep from pointing out the lie in Lana's words. What did it matter who the red-head had been talking to? Once she knew about Noel's power, she would be a bit more careful with her words, no doubt. That was both good and bad.
"I guess that comes off a little rude." Noel shook her head to dismiss that sentiment. Her braid swished behind her chair, the end dancing back and forth. "Your friend is removed enough from the situation that they have the luxury to be as rude as they want. But, really, you don't have to worry about that. You aren't likely to offend me. I work in security and everyone's a bit rough around the edges." She shrugged. The way that Noel chose the seat with the best view of the door rather than the most likely seat, the one that Lana's friend currently occupied, confirmed that Noel had training.
The brunette sat back in her seat as Lana made her assessment, not in the least bothered. In truth, Noel had already had her chance to observe the woman. She was curious about several things that, should they get along well enough, they would share in time. See? She could be tactful... when she made it a direct priority.
"My first applicant decided they didn't want a mutant roommate and left after 2 minutes of speaking."
"I guess that explains why you're so worried about scaring me off." Noel smiled, but it was more of a business smile than a personal one. "Do you mind if I tell you a bit about why I'm looking for a roommate? I dunno. Maybe it's not weird in New York since rent is so freaking expensive, but I've lived with people before. I've also lived alone." Of these facts, she was sure. "I touched on this a bit in our emails," and really it wasn't such a strange request but it was the degree of the request that made it difficult, "but I really need a roomie who will be accountable and hold me accountable, but not try to fix me or save me."
If ever Noel looked uncomfortable it was now. She had to admit that she was broken. That out of all the useful powers out there, she got one that made her brain like a sieve. "I have a mutation that can make day to day life difficult. I forget things like an amnesiac. Not always. Sometimes I know in advance." Like when she had a scheduled meeting with someone from her ad in the paper. "But I need physical reminders. It's like... a glitch in my brain." She shrugged. "I don't know any different." And she hadn't even touched on what she could do.
She didn't mean to eavesdrop, but Lana -the girl Noel was supposed to meet- was the only red head in the coffee shop. The memorymancer shifted from foot to foot behind Lana. Was Noel supposed to interrupt the phone call or...
"I don't think it would be a good idea for me to live with a human..." Curiosity got the better of Noel and she listened on. Oh. Well, she had planned to be upfront about the whole mutant thing since it was such a big part of her life, but now she apparently didn't have to be nervous.
And then Noel just started to feel like a louse. She had already gotten her coffee... she shouldn't just lurk around...
Ah. What the heck. Noel swept her long braid out of the way and slipped around the table to take a seat across from Lana. The brunette smiled apologetically for interrupting and set her disposable cup on the table.
She waited for Lana to end her call before offering her hand across the table to the red head. As she did so, Noel's sleeve pulled back revealing a simple black wrist tattoo of Noel's own name. "Lana, right?" Otherwise this would be embarrassing. But it was her. "Noel. Sorry. I overheard some of your phone call." Of course, her phone screen never lit up, but it could be broken...
Plumbers. If Noel had been drinking something, it would have erupted with her most un-womanly "PFFFFT!" Really. What were the odds? "Stop, I'm working here." Though her stop was more of a playful one than a command, Noel did busy herself with tidying up the cart.
"We should go." Noel spritzed the front glass with spray to clear teh hand prints. "To the thing." Ty still held her card and that was fine since her hands were busy.
"Unless you think that's like cheating or something." Mutant spotters. Surely Ty and Noel weren't worth much, if they were recognized as mutants at all since their powers were so subtle. But didn't it sound like a fun opportunity to see who was a known mutant? To see what normals thought of mutant society?
Somehow, Ty didn't seem totally on board. "Aw, come on. Can't I convince you somehow?" If Mr. XOXO was going to be there, going alone didn't exactly seem like a good idea.
