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.
Free made her frown because free was never free even when it was supposed to be. The thought was so incredibly true that it even rhymed. "I'll just have to owe you one, I guess." Which also rankled. "Yeah. Later. It's no big." What was another day or month when she was looking for things years old? It could wait. She wouldn't mind a nap either in any case.
She fiddled with her phone as the car rolled to a stop. "Hey, I'm texting you so you have my number. If you need anything. Seriously. I'm going to owe you big time anyway."
This time when she swung the door open, Ty wouldn't bother to stop her. But she did stop with her hand on the door for one last question. "You uh... you know how to ditch this crap, right?" The partially disassembled gun with her prints on it? The car that was obviously stolen since it had a screwdriver hanging out of the ignition? She hoped he did because Noel had nooooo clue.
He asked her to wait and she did, hand on the car door handle, eyes on the sidewalk and freedom beyond.
She didn't expect him to mean it. She certainly didn't expect him to fill her in on what had happened. Truthfully, too. Every word was like a fresh filtered drop of water. Noel sat for a while as her headache congealed into something like a brain freeze. The more things clicked into place, the more she could remember, the worse the headache.
A car honked behind them. Apparently they were sticking out too far or taking too long somehow. Noel put her seatbelt back on and told Ty her real address so she would have less of a walk. As he pulled back out into traffic, she got out her phone and asked for his number again. She even snapped a photo to go with it.
"How far back can you see?" The question was timid, unlike most of their interactions thus far. "And how much do you charge per hour?" She had never thought to hire someone with her power to help her, but the more she thought about it, the better it sounded. She might even be able to read him and get a second hand version of events in her life she had long forgotten. "Uh. It's okay if you don't want to today." All she wanted to do was be home and crash. "It would just be nice to have somebody who could remember things."
Noel watched the red head for a moment to measure his reactions. They seemed legit. "Most people freak about the whole memory wiping stuff." Did that mean he already knew? Or he'd seen it happen before? They were familiar, but... just how familiar were they?
Was he in her phone? Noel fished around in her pockets until she found it (Oh no it was wet! Heart attack! Heart attack!) and flipped through the numbers with photos. Nope. Nope. He could be one of the numbers she had without a photo. Should she try out the name? See if he responded?
John? Arnie? Yeah. No. He didn't even look like a Arnie. This was stupid. She wasn't going to make a fool of herself.
"You're not in here, are you?" Noel waggled her phone at him. "I mean..." She made a slightly strangled noise in frustration. "Okay, look. A side effect of what I did is that I don't exactly know who you are. So. Thanks for the ride. Glad you're not dead or a murderer." Please let me make out with you so I can figure out what the heck just happened back there? Yeah. Too soon.
She opened the car door and unhooked her seat belt. Yep. Time to make a super not smooth exit!
Was she okay? That was up for debate. What happened was a little bit easier to answer. Noel made a comprehensive study of Ty's wet clothes and spattering of scrapes. He had been there for at least some of her injuries since they were in similar states. Still... he had been in the car before she got there so they had at some point split up. He must have wanted to know what happened while he was outside.
"I made him forget." She knew that much. Noel made herself lay back against the seat and relax to stave off the shivers. She closed her eyes as she thought through things. "It's my ability. Memory. I made him forget his friends and forget us." That was probably right since she couldn't remember them. "Then I shot him in the foot and left him with a shotgun." Which painted a pretty grim picture once she thought it out. Leaving a man maimed and armed and without knowledge of who was friend or foe? He was likely to shoot his own friends.
Noel chewed her lip. She had to trust that they deserved that. All her little aches and pains made her hopeful that it was.
He opened the door for her. Ah. Okay. Guess he was her ride. Noel tried to be casual about it since clearly this man seemed to know her. Crap on a stick. She must have lost who he was when she did what she did in there. And they did need to get away from here.
She got in and buckled up.
> "Anywhere you'd prefer to be dropped off?"
The hospital? Nah, she had... someone... at home...? Noel fumbled around until she decided the memories were just plain gone. She would just have to see when she got there. Noel gave the red-head some cross streets not too far from where she lived. They had plenty of time. It had been a freaking long trip to get out there in the first place.
Noel settled back into the bucket seat and focused on breathing.
He mentioned the gun. She didn't realize that she still had it in hand and casually pointed toward the driver. It was sort of a comfort thing.
"Yeah. Sorry." She put the safety on, decided that wasn't enough and pulled the jacket out, removed the slide and spring and then dumped the whole mess onto the ground in front of her. Then she went about assessing her wounds. "You okay?" Pal? Friend? Yeah. Didn't want to tip him off to the fact that she'd forgotten who the heck he was.
Goosebumps marched under her wet clothes in response to the air conditioning. The mirror on the back of her sun visor showed Noel that she had a few minor cuts on her cheek and neck and touching her ribs gave her a coughing wheeze fit, but all in all she seemed pretty okay.
"Crap, my sword." She only just remembered when she felt the scabbard along her spine, but they were well on their way and that was not a situation she was willing to walk back into. "Guess that's a gonner."
"Should have." Noel confirmed in a teasing tone, though her thinking was not at all in line with the immortal's. She had just wanted a change of scenery.
Noel tried to take the compliment in stride, but it only made her more self-conscious. She knew the dress would ride if she wasn't careful, that the hose was thin where the heel of her shoe rubbed, and countless other stupid girl worries. His compliment was not intended to make her think of those things, but it did.
She thanked him anyway.
"You can just bring one unless you think there will be trouble." Of course, just in saying that she was inviting trouble.
> "Shall we?"
"We shall."
When he offered his arm, Noel accepted. When he hailed a cab and held the door for her, she didn't make a big deal about it. But when he told the driver where they were going, she caught his sleeve. "Isn't that an expensive place? Trendy Celebrity chef and a million forks and all that?" It was her way of giving him an out. They didn't have to go to a fancy pants dinner even if it was dinner dinner.
By the time they pulled up to the restaurant, Noel was feeling decidedly nervous. The Fish Bowl was fancy with an audience. Large plate glass windows bowed out slightly into the sidewalk magnifying the diners within. As if the million forks weren't intimidating enough. Now she would have passers by noticing how her hosiery bunched and when she dropped food on herself.
"Have you been here before?" Noel felt compelled to cling to Sebastian like a life preserver. He, at least, wouldn't judge her here.
Terry waited until Ty was out the door before smiling at Noel. "I always did believe in the kindness of strange-" She cut him off with a punch and then a follow up kiss.
They started off small. Just normal humans. Then moved up to ones with a little more of a chance. An ex-cop, mall security... still small fries until today. They were testing themselves against their first mutants. They'd done this before, elsewhere and gotten all the way up to mutant ex-military.
Terry make a happy noise deep down in his throat that turned the direction of Noel's probing to other things, things she wished she'd never see about Terry. She broke contact and looked him in the eyes.
Forget. The world shook and went dark around the edges.
She made him forget who his allies were. Forget their faces, their names, their jobs, how they met, anything and everything about his friends. Then she made him forget who he had been hunting.
As usual, Noel recovered faster. She'd just used her power, she knew that much. She took stock of the situation and what she remembered. Someone had been shooting at her. She was hurt, but she had a gun in her hand and was intimately close to this... very short, very not her type man. The same man she'd used her power on.
She shot him in the foot and pushed her way outside before he could get his mitts on that shotgun.
A car revved its engine and Noel swiveled her head around until she could level her gun at it. Was it signalling her? Was that... her ride?
She tapped the passenger window with the weapon. "Going back to town?" If she could just breathe and take a moment to think she could figure this out, but she knew staying here was not an option. If this red head made an aggressive move that identified him as one of the people who had been shooting at her, he was about to find himself carjacked.
He went. She was sort of hoping for a breather and to maybe get a bead on somebody, but Opie was steamed. Fine. Noel stood and shot some of the halogen flood lights, sending down a shower of sparks in the general direction she'd guessed their last enemies to be.
Noel clapped her hand across her burning side and walked through the open employee door. She nudged the dead guy with her foot until he slid far enough into the hallway to let the door close all the way. The water helped. She locked the door and then went to deal with the over dramatic post-cog and Terry.
"Cool it, Ty." Her voice was getting more reedy than growl-y now. Adrenaline covered a multitude of sins, but her go juice was running low now that the threat of imminent death had been downgraded.
"We need—" She gasped, "—answers." Was it getting harder to draw a full breath?
"I won't give you nothin'." Brave words, especially since they were spoken around a blade.
"Ty." She huffed, never letting her eyes waver from Terry. If anyone could get information from him without his permission, it was a pair of psychometrics. "Start us a car."
'He isn't dressed up any more than usual.' Noel's hand gravitated toward her jeans. 'But he brought flowers.' She pushed a few things aside in her closet and went for the lesser used items of clothing. The dresses.
Black. Was that depressing? He was wearing tweed, though. Short white frock? Was that sending "the wrong message?" "Gods, I hate being a girl." She closed her eyes and grabbed one.
It took her longer than she wanted, but probably less time than most other women would have taken. She took refuge in that idea.
"Sorry. Haven't been on a date in a while." Noel immediately regretted saying it, but there it was. She could start being embarrassed now. "Er-hum." She cleared her throat, clearly self-conscious. "Right. Ready to go?"
Noel had put on makeup. Not a lot, just something to make her lips look wet and draw attention to her eyes. She'd left her hair down and dried it as much as she could before twisting a few pieces back into a barrette to keep it out of her face. The dress was lilac, silky and long sleeved. The hem wasn't much longer than the sleeves, but she'd put on dark stockings to keep it from being indecent. The shoes she'd debated about the longest, but in the end she chose heels in order to keep her hair from dragging.
"Will I need my sword?" Because there wasn't really a good place to put it. She could, however, fit a gun into this teeny tiny little purse she had.
"Be better when we're gone." She growled the words and cleared away the water and loose strands of hair that were plastered to her face.
"Oh thank unicorn." Noel grabbed up the gun from Ty since her sword was lost somewhere out in the open.
The case next to them exploded in toward them in a rain of glass, but that was okay. Two shots chambered in a shotgun, right? Unless it was one of those semi-automatic pump bolt kinds? Yeah. She didn't think of that until she was already over the glass case using it to steady her shot.
One for Terry. Lucky jerk caught it in the hip.
She turned. BLAM. BLAM. Two in the chest of the next person who moved and she was back down, checking the ammunition and how many shots she had left. Something zipped through the air where she had just been and made a loud smack sound against the wall behind them.
Gods she hurt. "Back door." The growling helped. It really did. "You first, I'll cover. And Ty?" She would have caught his shirt or something if she had the strength to spare. With her hands shaking as they were, she didn't risk it. "Terry's in there. I got 'em, but... kick him in the teeth for me?"
As fun as the slide had been, Noel realized her mistake as soon as she looked toward the back exit. The door was propped open with the body of the man they had been working with earlier. He was face down in the standing half inch of water and the back of his head was a bloody mess. That wasn't even the scary part.
"Gotcha." The voice echoed over the speakers as Terry leveled a shotgun in her direction. He had to drop the microphone to steady the gun which gave her a moment to react, but it wasn't enough. Even with him halfway down the hall, it wasn't enough.
She rolled at the same time the gun went off.
The pellets clipped the door and sent wood and buck shot her way. They felt like bee stings. Her shoulder, one bouncing off her face and a more than a few along her back.
She wasn't a screamer, but her voice was ragged when she called out. "TY?" She didn't need more than that. She was in serious trouble and she knew it.
Noel curled in on herself close to the glass cases, for what little protection they could give her.
"Oh." She really couldn't go a whole day without putting her foot in her mouth somehow. "Is that why I'm pretty sure I've been there? Did I visit you?" If she were talking to almost anyone else, she wouldn't have asked. But this was Kyle. He already knew she was a mental cripple in her own way.
Besides, if they'd already visited this Danger Room together, he would have told her.
"Sure. We can go. I don't think I have anything pressing." But just in case, she checked her phone. Nope. She had the all clear.
"Lead the way?" She stuffed her hands back into her pockets. It was only a couple blocks.
There was a speck of gunk stuck at the bottom of the tallest glass in the apartment.
Noel scrubbed at it with a sponge while the kitchen sink ran with steaming water. She liked that cup because it held the most water. After her run and shower, a big tall glass of water was what she wanted most. Except she found a glob of dried goo at the bottom. The dishwasher, her arch nemesis, was trying to foil her plans.
> "Noel?"
She used her elbow to shut the water off and brought the sponge and cup with her as she went to greet her swordmaster at the door.
> "Would you do me the honor of having dinner with me this evening?"
He waggled the flowers at Noel who in turn bobbled (but eventually recovered) the cup. he said dinner like dinner. Like there was extra meaning than just food. That and the flowers...
She took a brief moment to consider. He was serious. At least he wasn't lying. He looked... happy?
And she... she had just gotten out of the shower and was dressed in nothing more than her sports bra and cargo shorts. Her hair was still damp and unbraided, just barely trailing the floor behind her. She hadn't expected to be going anywhere. Especially not dinner.
"Definitely. I'd like that, but, uhm I'll go change?"
She eyeballed what the unicorn man was wearing and tried to think through what she had on hand that might compare.
Hobby. Right. If Noel had time to make friends who weren't criminals, she would apparently have no friends. Was no one innocent anymore?
Ty indicated his choice in doors and Noel nodded her confirmation. The front door was as good as any.
And then they were crawling. Noel craned her neck to see if she could get a clue to where their enemies might be prowling. Something. Anything would be better than watching Ty's soggy butt as they made their way through the puddles.
Then, CRACK glass was everywhere. Noel reared back in a gut reaction that raised her torso just over table height. She saw them. They saw her.
"Over there!" Noel dropped down to a crouch rather than a crawl and pushed her thick braid aside in preparation for drawing her sword. Ty took off and there was another gunshot in his direction.
She didn't want to kill them, but this was getting seriously hairy.
The enemy slogged through the water toward her. Not exactly stealthy when the ripples and sound preceded him. She waited, pressed against a solid piece of furniture until she saw a leg and then attacked. Quick as a whip, she flicked the sword out and crashed it into the man's knees. He simultaneously took aim and shot.
It wasn't a good angle for either of them. His shot went wide and, though this type of sword was good for crushing rather than cutting, two knee caps were harder to break than one. They didn't naturally bend that way.
Still, he dropped the weapon and reached for his legs and Noel was up and sprinting, back the way they came toward the back exit. Maybe she could draw some fire and Ty could get out and...
Wait. Was she really relying on the morally questionable one to come back and rescue her? Stupid, stupid, stupid. She dropped to the wet floor and slid, baseball style until she was between the glass cabinets.
Get out alive. Yeah. That was definitely a priority, but the bus schedule? She hadn't really been worried about memorizing it on her trip here. Now she was wishing she had. She'd been bored enough. Why hadn't she?
Noel opened her mouth to let Ty know she was no good for the bus schedule, but he interrupted her. "Steal a car?" She shook her head and the end of her braid sloshed through the standing water leftover from the sprinkling they endured. "Not my expertise." Though the look in his eye said that it just might be his.
As for the screwdriver, Noel cleared her throat self-consciously. "Would a knife or short sword work?" She did not carry a screw driver. She did carry the other things. Every day. She carried a gun regularly before she'd met her swordmaster, but had ditched it in favor of close combat weapons. Close combat was riskier, but more readily enabled use of her mutation in a fight.
Today she regretted that decision.
Muffled shouts echoed through the warehouse as at least two men started communicationg in an effort to pin down their exact location.
The speakers crackled to life. "Come out, come out wherever ya'll aaaare."
"Sneak around to a different door?" She kept her voice low and indicated the next nearest door, the back doors where they had just been. It was that or the front...
