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.
He started to brush her off but then he thought about it and the taste of his words changed to something far more truthful. Yes. He saw the blood. On some level, he knew.
And then he sort of crumpled around the edges. His hand went to his head and she thought for sure this was it this time.
No point in sticking around to get dead. She bolted.
Well, she turned and made it out the door at least. Running was not an option for someone who could not breathe deeply without severe pain.
She heard him say something to her, but the door closed after her. It didn't matter. If she could just get out to the street, maybe she could get away. Did she want to help? Yes. But right here, right now? She was not in a position to do so.
He was totally being a wimp. But that was fine because Noel was brave enough for the both of them.
"Black's fine." It was actually kind of interesting to see all the stuff. Better, actually, that she got to see it first so she knew what she was in for. It didn't look all that bad, really.
>"And, y'know, I also have to know your name to write it..."
"Oh." How silly. Of course she needed to know her name. "Noel. N-O-E-L." Last name... Uhhh. She looked at Ty slightly bewildered. "Fisher? It's not my last name 'cause we're not really siblings..." Well crap. Maybe this would just be the tiniest tattoo after all. Those four letters were just about all she had left. It seemed kinda rude to just... take somebody else's.
Well, she swallowed hard. There was no point in getting all broken up about something she couldn't fix. And also no point in forcing a fake last name. "Just Noel then." That would have to do.
He caught her hand and turned her around. Oh God. This was it. The other Daniel was going to come out and squish her. She was all but cringing at this point. She was in no shape to fight back. In no shape to defend herself.
Noel shook her head before she could fall down that route again. She was not helpless so long as she had hope to get away.
And all the while, he asked. So calmly. So desperately. She turned her hand around so that he wasn't just gripping her wrist but actually holding his hand. This was hard, but he deserved honesty. As much as she could give him without getting herself killed.
"Doctor, I want to tell you. I do. But I'm afraid of the consequences." Calm. She had to keep calm and she needed him to keep calm. "Dr. Booker?" She wanted to remind him that he was a doctor, but it wasn't personal enough. She needed to speak to this man here. Not the other one.
Noel tried again. "Daniel... have you ever woken up and had blood on your clothes?" She'd seen it so surely he had too. Surgery couldn't account for all of that.
Deja vu. Noel was totally sure she had been in this scenario room. Before, but... Why... That was beyond her recollection. She touched the controls that were only familiar to her in the most casual way. Frustrating, but that wasn't unusual for Noel.
"Can we do some running? You're going to outclass me there, but I need the practice. That and hand-to-hand." Maybe some situation that required tactical retreats? Or escape? "Is there one like that in there?"
She peeled off her jacket and started stretching while Kyle figured things out. "What are you looking to work on specifically?" No need to pull something.
Crap. That was the exact direct question she was hoping to avoid."I can't tell you." Noel looked around for her things only to realize that she honestly didn't have any things. Not here, not even at Ty's. She would have to fix that. Clothes at least.
She really had to leave, but the doctor was between herself and the door. Noel sort of edged around him and calmly went for the door handle. Who could she tell about this? Who could fix it?
Shoot. Now she was charity. She didn't want that either. "I'll just have to owe you, I guess." Noel tried not to look sulky about that because it wasn't that she minded owing a visible mutant. It was more about the fact that she hated owing so many people all at once. At this rate she would end up an indentured servant for the rest of what she could remember.
"First. Sure." She even managed to sound casual about it, though she did give Ty a look that clearly pegged him for the wimp he was being. "If that's all right with, Drake."
After that there was nothing to do but follow dragon lady to her fate. She'd had broken ribs recently. So really. How bad could it be?
She froze mid kiss and made a small noise. Murder was definitely not what she imagined the doctor doing with his time. Only, she had noticed something strange... Noel withdrew, but left her hands on his face and looked at the doctor straight in the eyes. In the time she had left connected to his memories she looked through other blackouts. Before, after and during, but they were all largely the same. Normal doctor, thuggish bloodthirsty brute, then normal if somewhat unsettled doctor.
She was heartbroken and more than a little worried. "Are you in there?" Could she see the brute somewhere behind those eyes? Would he come to get her now that she knew? Noel had goosebumps. She let his face go and rubbed her tired eyes before she accidentally started erasing things. Was her medicine kicking in?
"I-I'm sorry." She couldn't lie without discomfort on her part so she tried to avoid that without telling him. "I don't think I can help you." Really. She should go.
That was a reasonable request. "I won't." She at least knew that much. When she was... reading someone, she usually did so with her eyes closed. At least she did when she did it the way she was about to.
Noel brushed past the doctor to the small sink in the room and washed her hands and splashed water on her face and rinsed out her mouth. "I'll have to, uh... well, touch you. Please don't take it too personally." She wiped her hands and face on a paper towel and then there was no excuse left not to do this thing.
She turned to face Dr. Daniel Booker. "It's okay." She offered her hand to him and once they were touching she stepped in close. Noel slid her hands up to his face and held his head between her hands. This was almost a complete reversal of how they had been earlier. "It's just a kiss."
Noel pressed her lips against Daniel's and kissed him. More than just a polite kiss, she tasted him.
She had to focus her power and choose it's direction so she thought about blackouts.
That... could have gone worse. Noel was glad she didn't offend the bigger and much, much scarier mutant.
Drake spoke to each of them in turn. Ty still sorta liked his pink hummingbird. Whatever. Noel shot him a quick glance. Ink manipulator. She'd seen it, but it just didn't click until he'd said it. Huh.
"I don't need anything fancy, really. I just need something to hep me remember so it mostly needs to be legible." Of course, that wasn't what she wanted. What she wanted was something to help her remember to be good and to remember what she wanted to be like. That just didn't translate to pictures terribly well.
"Uhm. I don't have any money." She cringed. First she'd insulted the woman and now she was uh... begging? "Um, but I'm not asking for much and I'd gladly sweep or take out the trash for a few days or... something." Noel shrugged. The last thing she wanted to do was put herself more in debt to Ty.
More frequent? Noel rolled her lips together as she thought about it. No... this wasn't her handiwork. Surely she didn't meet him multiple times with increasing frequency. It just didn't jibe. "You're right. I think this is our first time to meet." But that also meant the doctor had a memory problem. A problem that seemed to be getting worse. For once, it felt like she had the chance to use her power to do something good.
"Actaully, I'm in a unique position to help. If you wanted, that is." She leaned her weight back against the table. What was it about pain that made the body so tired all the time?
"I was worried, when you mentioned lapses in your memory because that's an ability I possess. I can see memories or I can take them away." She rubbed at her tired eyes so that she could watch him carefully and gauge his reaction to her next statement.
"If you trust me, I could see what happened to you." Of course, he had no real reason to trust her. She was just a stranger off the street.
Noel froze with her hand on the paper as Dr. Daniel handed it to her. Whole hours at a time? Her blood ran cold. "We... Haven't met have we? I mean, before this?" Did she do that to him? Why would she do that? Did he do something? That other person had essentially ruined several people's lives. Did he?
She tried to search his face and get... Something. Did she remember him? But he was too nice to ruin people's lives.
No. Surely not. Noel smoothed her hair back and put the paper away.
But... she was sorry. She didn't mean to be a bother. It was stupid to add a mental complication on top of so much physical.
He held her head and ran his hands through her long brown hair like she might be a child. His fingers caught on the snarls and matted blood, but it was nice all the same. Maybe she felt like a kid after her performance here today. Noel in return nodded. She was okay. Really. If they could just move past this and get to the real reason she was there...
Medicine. Blessed, blessed medicine. Noel tried not to just straight up snatch it out of the doctor's hand when he offered it to her finally. Screw waiting for water, she downed those horse pills straight away. And she got a prescription and a phone number for more. Perfect. Exactly what she needed five minutes ago.
"Thank you." It hadn't kicked in yet, but Noel had faith.
"Can you write your name too? My memory hasn't been the best lately." Assuming everything was good to go, Noel slid very, very carefully off of the table with the paper on it.
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"Not so dramatic that I want tally marks, no." In fact, she was okay forgetting that part.
So maybe not angel's wings then.
It was only after Ty repeated his request to the artist Drake that Noel had turned away from the pretty wings. And saw dragon wings.
"Holy-!" She reached for her... what was she reaching for? She wasn't even wearing a belt on her hip. And beside that, Ty was so freaking casual about the dragon standing in front of them that Noel felt really, really ridiculous for looking for a weapon at all.
She cleared her throat and coughed (which she had to wince at because of the ribs). Smooth move, Noel. Smooth.
"Sorry. Sort of paranoid?" Really there was no good excuse for her reaction other than the fact that she had seen something out of the ordinary and had thought this Drake threatening at first. Well, she was certainly still formidable, but threatening was not the right word. The dragon woman was not standing in a way where she could easily reach and/or disembowel them and that was accounting for super strength. Maybe not accounting for super agility.
Holy cow, was she assessing how a fight would go here? Noel shook her head to just stop that train of thought and then collected her long hair over her shoulder.
Two mental mutants were going to get eaten alive by a dragon. End of story.
She cleared her throat which was a safe alteranitve to coughing. "I just want my name. Maybe... here?" She pointed to the inside of her wrist where it could be covered by a watch band or something if need be, but other-wise accessible to her.
Hardcore was not something she would have associated with Ty before she had seen what she had seen. Now? There was definitely something hardcore about him. "Uh. Yeah, actually I rescind my not hardcore statement. Ty we've both-" She looked around to make sure nobody was listening in and then lowered her voice anyway, "killed people?"
He held the door for her and she skipped inside. Ah. Nothing like the smell of ink, sweat and pain.
"Sure, no prob." The chick behind the counter (lady certainly did not apply here) stuck her head behind a curtain and shouted for somebody. Noel in the meantime went to look at all the pre-made options.
Lots of different scripts, tribal stuff, animals... "Sorta like this?" Noel tapped Ty on the shoulder and pointed to a skeletal dog she saw. It was all jagged points and mean fangs. "Except, y'know, a fish?"
Noel didn't want anything nearly so fancy, except... she was drawn to a large pair of feathered wings...
"Skeletal fish? Psh. You're not so hardcore." She teased him as she went to find her shoes.
"You know, I-" Noel stopped mid-step. She had been about to say something about her tattoo, but... she didn't have any. The effect was totally disorienting. Did she remember having a tattoo? But there wasn't a single trace of any left on her body. "I don't have any tattoos, right? Maybe I could get one. They're permanent, right?" She had to clarify because the idea that she had a tattoo was strong in her mind.
She just... couldn't remember.
Noel waved to the secretary, Lisa, on their way out and tried not to scuff her feet or pout. "People use tattoos to help them not forget stuff all the time." What did she have so far that was worth remembering? Her name? "Is it lame to get a tattoo of my own name?" She didn't want to forget...
At least Ty seemed to have a tattoo parlor in mind. They walked with purpose and that felt better than anything she'd done all day.
