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.
By the time he noticed that she was freaking out Noel was gasping, every breath in was like she had to drag the air in kicking and screaming. Can't breathe. Can't breathe!
He got close, but he didn't touch her again. He had been careful before, but it hadn't always been okay. This was... okay.
She swallowed hard. What was wrong with her? She didn't freak out. Noel might not have known much about herself, but she knew that much. Right down to her toes she brave. Usually.
Noel tipped her head forward until her forehead rested against Dr. Daniel's. She needed something to steady herself and right now he was the best she was going to get. She could feel his breath with each word spoken and that was different.
Every time she felt him speak she tried to follow his direction and relax some part of herself. Her hands, her arms, her back. No matter what she tried her shoulders wouldn't un-hunch but that was okay she could draw more and more breath with each comfort Dr. Daniel presented.
It took time, but eventually she was okay. Well, at least as okay as she had been when she came in.
Somebody he could count on. She could add that that list "someone who is helpful" as in, not a drain on society. So she needed a job. A job with flexible hours that was beneficial to people... sooo not a lawyer?
"I'll think about it." And apparently she would have to try it out too. That was good advice. Try it before you buy it? Too bad she couldn't be an agent. Apparently she had been pretty decent at that.
A tattoo, huh? "Can't you just get something over it? Like a big black square?" Not that a big black square was super attractive, but better than a humming bird. "Then, let's go get a tattoo." She went faster down the length of her hair and once it was all straight and tangle free Noel pulled it over her shoulder.
That was the problem, though. "I don't know what I want. I don't know who I am. You said it yourself, I could be anybody. Through you I can see who I was, but I... grr." This wasn't working. She clenched and un-clenched her fists, one around a bit of tangled hair the other around her brush, and tried again.
"I trust you. You trust me. Why can't you just let me do something for you? Just... something. Even if it's stupid." She needed a purpose how ever small to justify her staying here. Or to get her started. Or maybe she really did need somebody to boss her around. Like flipping a coin between two options, once the coin was in the air then she could know how she really felt about things.
Noel tugged the brush through her hair with soft ripping sounds. Long hair makes for a hard head. "How do you figure out what you want?" She felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, only it was a long drop in every direction. The only safe ground was here and now. How was she supposed to decide on something so important? Didn't people usually grow into these things? She couldn't just... pick.
"Do you remember when you told me about me?" It was something she had endlessly dwelt on. "--kicked around, bullied, and taken advantage of by alot of people... the kind of person who got tired of taking **** from everybody." That kind of person, Noel had thought about a lot. Had she been bitter? Sad? Vindictive? The memory that she had just seen suggested that she'd taken the more violent path...
"I don't think we're all that different." Noel had started moving toward the now open restroom door, but paused on her way past the recliner to touch Ty's pink humming bird. Well. Maybe he deserved that one. Just a little. She continued on into the humid room to find her hairbrush. Necessity.
"And I'm also not sure I want to go down that same path, you know? And if we're similar...?" How to put this delicately... ah screw it. Delicate wasn't exactly her style. Noel pulled her shirt up to look her bruising in the mirror. It had gone from black to purple and now had settled into a very unhealthy looking green and yellow sort of color. "I was violent. You're going that way too." She dropped the cloth back in place and grabbed the brush before heading back out to face her only friend.
She wasn't worthy to judge him, but she was allowed to worry, right? "I feel a lot better now even if I'm not one-hundred percent. Ty, I want to help you. You feel obligated to me because I saved your life, but you've gone above and beyond saving mine. I'm going crazy in here. I may not be the person I saw from that antique store, but I could be again if that's what you needed to turn your fortunes around." Wasn't she just thinking that the violent life was bad and that she didn't want to do that this time around? Yeah. That's where things got confusing.
More than anything, right now she wanted purpose. She sat on the bed and faced the recliner. More than just dragging her brush through her hair and working at the tangles. More than the some day maybe goal of finding work and moving out on her own.
Her power had to be guided so the first thing Noel looked for was good times. Those were sparse... actually, he seemed to count the little trap they had stepped into as one of the good times. Probably because they'd "won." Noel wasn't sure why she hadn't expected to see herself, but... dang. She had guns and, and swords. She killed people. Heck, just thinking that brought up the memories that he'd killed people.
Gulp.
If those were the good times...
He turned 21 recently and got into a brawl. Or rather a brawl was thrust upon him. He kissed a girl. He'd kissed another girl too. Was he a ladies' man? Girls kissing girls. Throw up, tattoo, a fight, dumping a girlfriend...
Noel pulled the glove from her mouth and the memories kept flowing for a short while. Bug man, knife, motorcycle, stiletto, black hair, blood. It started to become disjointed as her connection faded. A jacket, feeling helpless
The door creaked and Noel didn't move. She wordlessly offered the gloves in her hands to the man emerging from the restroom. The man with the pink hummingbird tattoo.
It was... a lot to take in.
"These aren't as old as I thought they'd be." Would he be mad at her?
Listless. Physical recovery sucked on so many levels. Noel had slept more in the lat week that she had slept in the last year. Or, the last year she remembered. She was bored and had only a few things on her mind. Probably because she had emptied everything else out already.
She needed, well, she needed a lot of things but she really needed more information. More about Ty, specifically. Maybe it was cabin fever setting in, but she wanted to know what the heck made him want to keep helping her. It wasn't that he was doing a bad job or anything. She just... Maybe she had some dirt on him like blackmail or... Really she could speculate all day, but her ginger friend wasn't going to spend all day in the shower.
She figured the one thing he was rarely seen without was his gloves. Those grimy green things that had seen better days and Noel wanted to see those days and then she wanted to see the days that had gotten them so dirty. Really, she wanted to see it all, but he hadn't taken them off any time since his last shower and she wasn't always awake when he came in or left. Sometimes she even left, though beyond picking up some basic necessities, after her first excursion she didn't leave Sanctuary.
So, this was it.
Noel grabbed the gloves and popped one into her mouth.
Crap he was sincere. If he would just be insincere or slimy for just one second, she could really hate his guts. As it was she just felt bad for manhandling him. She didn't mean to, it just hurt. And when things hurt that bad she'd do just about anything to make it stop.
So. Would she like for him to look at her burn? "I'd almost... rather die... of infection." The truth. She tried to stick to it.
Noel put her head in her hands and tried to find a rhythm of breathing that didn't hurt. "I came here... because I'm... in pain... So far... all you've done... is make... things worse." It seemed that there was no way that she could sit or slouch that made breathing easier. There was just no way to get away from the pain. A little flag of panic unfurled inside of her making her breaths shallower and closer together.
If she didn't try to look at him it wasn't as bad. Noel could sort of pretend neither of them were doing anything while she inspected the water stain on that ceiling tile. At least, she could pretend until he touched her.
Noel sucked in a breath. It hurt. She did mention that, right? The problem with inhaling was that the action of inhaling also hurt. It sent her into a coughing fit that left her wanting to just curl up. Her head throbbed and her eyes watered. Again he gave her some time before moving around to inspect her front. Apparently there was no glass in her back. She had been wearing a shirt when she got hit by the car so that made sense.
And then? Well, she shoved him. It was a knee-jerk instinct-kicking-in kind of moment where she never actually decided to shove him, she just noticed that she had after the fact. Her shirt fell down and she gripped it in her hands to keep it there.
> "...I'm so sorry."
"I got burned." If looks could kill or if she could die from embarrassment they might both be dead right now. "I don't need you to look at that." At least, she didn't think she did. That was one thing they had actually taken care of at the hospital, probably because it was so obvious.
And, no, she wasn't crying. That was just left over from when she had been having her coughing fit. Noel rubbed at her eyes.
Immediately the guy went to fetch more equipment. Perfect. It was so bad, she needed more than just a band-aid. Noel tried not to get discouraged.
"Noel." She grit her teeth so that she would not cry out when he went after her wounds. "Uhm. That's not making it- Ah!" She cringed and just the cringing made her want to cringe again. Stupid freaking stupid hurtful stupid car. She took a second to breathe and Dr. Daniel gave her that second to recover before going on. This time she blurted the whole sentence out before he could pick at her again.
"That's not making it worse? I mean, it already quit bleeding." Truth be told after the initial hurt, it was sort of feeling a bit better. Or maybe that was the rush of natural chemicals her body was producing to counter act the hurt.
>"Could you take off your shirt please?"
What was it with medical professionals and making her disrobe! She just wanted to be better while being clothed. Was that too much to ask?
"No."
Noel made her hands relax even though her heart was drumming. It was good that she was facing the wall because she could feel the heat in her face from a sudden flush. She had to explain before he thought she was being rude. "I can't lift my arms above my head." There. She swallowed hard and hoped that he understood. She physically could not remove her own shirt because of her injuries. It was the kind of shirt that slipped on over the head and it had been hard enough to get on.
She swallowed again. Gulp. "You have my permission to do what is necessary." Yes. This was the part where she very purposefully did not look at him. If this was some ploy... she was going to kill him dead. She didn't get that idea from how his words tasted, but still... dead.
Would she like to follow him? Anything to get rid of this headache. Part of it was probably related to her power, but the other part? Well... "Uh. I'm told it was a car. I never saw, though so..." She twitched a shoulder instead of shrugging. It was hard to explain how she got burned and thrown into a car. Much easier to leave things open and let people assume she got hit or something.
If there was weirdness she wasn't getting that vibe. Doctors were safe. Especially ones that volunteered their time. She believed in things like that.
Noel hopped up on the exam table. Well, okay she edged her way on by stretching up and leaning to the side. She wasn't kidding about this crap hurting. "Here. This is the part that really sucks." She turned her whole body rather than twisting so that he could see the back of her head and neck and then swept her hair to the side so that he could see her neck.
The brunette was pretty sure the hurting on her abdomen was from the ribs that had turned a mottled black and purple and greenish hue and there was nothing to do about that. What could be done was having the freaking scabby wounds on the back of her head and neck checked out. After all, she and a car had collided. There was bound to be bits of glass or plastic that she just couldn't see to remove.
The wounds showed impact points at the back of her head, the back of her arms and of course there was the tenderness in the rib-area. Between those large wounds were scrapes where she'd slid afterward.
He put his hand over hers. It was warm and dry and she wanted to believe his words so much. She just... wasn't sure that he was sure. Maybe it was the deceitful pollution of so many half-truths flying around the tables near them. It didn't help the quiet panic that was bubbling inside of her.
Noel tried to examine what she was feeling very carefully. She was glad. Really, she was. She was also worried. Anxious. Terrified. Sebastian was a safe harbor. This made him less safe somehow. "I missed you too... but it scares me to be dependent on anyone else. If I forgot, would I know what I was missing? Would you be there for me? The first time, sure, but the fifth? The fiftieth? What if I change?" Honesty was the best policy here.
And was this love? She did love him, but was that the same as being in love? "I think I've got my head all backwards about what love actually is... movies, you know?" She squeezed his hand and drew it away.
She was saved further confessional embarrassment by the waiter arriving with the drinks. Hot tea for Sebastian and cold for Noel. She took a sip and it was strong and super sweet. Blech. "Would it be... okay? If I loved you?" That was all she wanted to know.
"Uhm. I was wondering if you could get me something? I just... I really hurt. Mostly my head's been killing me, but I got in a scrape and didn't exactly let the doctors finish up before I had to head out." Noel scratched at the itchy tape on her arm. At least she had the dried blood to prove she wasn't just jonsing for a hit. She would have taken a shower, but with hair long enough to sit on, drying that hair is a bit of an ordeal.
She stood up with great care not to use any muscles in her abdomen or back, ready to follow the doctor to wherever he needed. He could check out her head and give her a band-aid and a lollipop and she would be on her way in no time.
It felt like a week, but Ty said she'd slept for something like 16 hours. She felt better and worse all at the same time. Food was her first priority. She stood and streeeeeetched. No, wait, a shirt was her first priority.
Ohgodohgodohgod. Noel grabbed the first thing she found on the bed that didn't smell funky, a loose black shirt. It was wrinkled since she'd slept on top of it for 16 hours, but hey. It was better than the shirt she'd had on before.
She wiggled the IV out of her arm and taped a tissue on top of the spot with the same tape that had been holding down the needle. She checked her burn and found it far less tender, the skin somewhat toughened. Her back and ribs still ached sharply, but that was okay so long as she didn't have to roll down a grassy hill or anything.
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Ty was in some kind of meeting so she left him a note. It was possible that leaving the hospital so soon had been a bad idea. She got a recommendation from the blonde secretary in the lobby to visit a free clinic not too far. Ty might not even get back before she was done. Hopefully.
When Noel found the place, there was only one person waiting to see the doctor in line before her. The woman had a kid with a nasty cough so Noel took a seat and waited with her blood crusted hair and crumpled clothes. She might hurt, but she wasn't exactly dying over here. She could wait.
Stealing as a lifestyle choice. She just didn't get it. But she wasn't about to dis the one person in the world she knew right now. That could come later. Maybe. Probably.
Past the golden doors everything sort of blurred together. She didn't have the brain power to be observant.
All she wanted to do was flop down on the bed and wake up next Tuesday, but there were several problems with that. First, flopping would no doubt hurt her more than it was worth. Second, there were clothes on the bed. Third? Ah screw it.
Noel didn't exactly flop, but she did sort of tip over and land on her side. She kicked off her shoes which she only just now noticed had holes where the toe used to be.
"Ty. It's fine. Shhh." Noel cuddled with her IV bag which sorta defeated the purpose since it was a drip, but hey it was cool to the touch and anything that made her burn feel less hot was okay by her.
"Not sure I ever said thank you." Because she had sorta put a whole lot on his shoulders. If she could just get comfortable, she probably wouldn't be awake right now. "I'll have to owe you one."
Also, New York? She looked around to verify even though he was not lying. It smelled different. The buildings were more squashed and less stucco, fewer palm trees too, but she hadn't been in every corner of the city. She realized that she was holding onto some kind of hope that this was still her city instead of foreign territory.
'FBI is federal. They could have sent me anywhere.' Rationally it made sense, but it didn't make her feel any less lost. Now she felt like a time and space traveller who just jumped clear across the US. There was literally nothing and no one that she knew here excepting her new friend Ty.
He hobbled. Noel just moved like everything hurt. By some silent agreement they both stayed quiet and kept a very slow pace. For Noel, it was taking almost every bit of her concentration to keep herself upright, moving and modest. Ty seemed worried that they were followed since he kept glancing over his shoulder.
"I can understand the impulse to steal, but it doesn't mean I approve. It's a cheat, just like our abilities are a cheat. It's not exactly helping anyone but ourselves." And by her tone, that was also not an acceptable course of action. The problem was that she wasn't sure how else to do things right now. This was was a smoggy, dangerous wonderland. And Ty? The red haired rabbit.
They turned a corner and she saw it then. Sanctuary. The red queen's palace?
