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.
"Don't need no man!" She echoed the toast with her crumpled up gelato cup. Of course, not needing a man didn't mean there weren't some still in her life. They were a little unavoidable.
"Still living with Sebastian, yes. I took care of him when he needed a place to go and now he is taking care of me." Because they both had been evicted from the small room above the gym and that was mostly Sebastian's fault. Also, both of them spent more time at the church than at home.
"I do not mix swordplay and kissing lessons." He had earned a hurrumph for that assumption. "I don't need lessons in kissing thankyouverymuch." She'd had plenty secondhand (and some firsthand) lessons from Aedus and Sebastian, both. "And I certainly don't give them." Because... yeah. That would make her something low and base that she did not approve of in a general way.
"Kissing lessons, that is. Sword lessons are going just fine, thanks for asking." As the unicorn's shadow her place was unofficially to train the troops.
Noel started to protest when Stephen leaned in close. "I... oh." Oh was right. Fubar. She would have to remember that one.
And apparently she had it all wrong. He hadn't been attached to a persona. He'd been attached to the ideal of perfection. "Since when has perfection been the minimum bar for a relationship?" If it was, she was so screwed.
Finished with her gelato and started to crumple her cup when Stephen turned the focus on her own non-relationship. "Eh... anything? No. Strictly in the friend zone. I don't want to be... distracted all the time." Point in case, see one self-anesthetized friend who was trying not to think about a certain someone all the time.
He either didn't want to explain it to her and therefore re-visit the tragedy or maybe he just wanted to get it over with. Noel accepted his hand in hers, felt the calluses and dry weight of it before he laid a kiss on his knuckles. Sure the kiss was a little more than polite with the tip of her tongue flicking over the finger joint, but it was pretty damn chaste and it only took a second.
Noel closed her eyes and settled in to let the memory play itself out. She could only get it from his point of view, but still... The awkward tension. The guilt. The gifts... it was pretty uncomfortable to experience. Only when she came to something she didn't understand did she stop and look up for her question.
"What's fubar?" Stephen had said it, but he wasn't really thinking in definitions. Thankfully there wasn't too much more. She ran through it while she waited for an explanation. Yeah, context meant it was bad, but she wanted to know.
There hadn't been any shouting or crying... maybe that was the worst part. They had both just... let go.
Since she had neglected to release his hand, Noel used his hand to steer his arm out into plain view. There was a watch there. She searched her memory, but this wasn't the watch. And since it wasn't, she let him go.
"So it boiled down to Nathan versus Stephen." He'd based their relationship on a lie and so the foundation was rotten. "You couldn't be yourself because you started as Nate." Which was crap, in a way, since he was always Stephen. Double crap since he had changed so much... Still... it had to do with his perception of the situation and how he felt.
"I don't get how you can feel this... conflicted..." It sucked.
Oh well if Quin disliked the X's, maybe they weren't all that bad. Of course, it depended on if her dislike was personal or professional.
"I would like to think that we can learn from every experience, mistake or not." Noel still didn't know any of the circumstances, either. She was betting it was Quin that stomped all over Nate's heart since he was all shook up about it. The memorymancer took tiny bites of her gelato to keep from having to go back and get more.
"And you really shouldn't drink." She took a shallow swipe at his head, more to mess up his hair than to really damage his skull. "If you really wanted to destroy brain cells, you know I'd erase her for you in a heart beat." But, erasing Quin wouldn't likely erase the hurt. Then he would just be hurt and confused about why he was hurt. If he wanted to make that mistake, she wouldn't deny him the opportunity to keep learning.
Darn straight he'd better shelve those heist plans. Or at least let her in on them so she could watch his back.
"The other side of crime." She sat back in her chair and repeated his words as if testing the truth out for herself. If asked, she would consider herself on the other side of crime even though technically her work with the church was vigilante-ism and that was technically illegal.
"I mean, assuming you can actually do stuff and they don't hold you back, I don't see the harm in it. And you might have unique insight to offer." Noel's opinion of the X-men wasn't sterling, but there were worse alternatives. "I can't help but think that they're all stuffy and unimaginative people, though. I mean, you don't have to be a genius to fight crime, but you don't need people to hold your hand, either." That wasn't the existential "you" that was the Stephen "you." He could do it on his own. Or with the church. Or with the X-men. Whatever made him happiest.
"So uh... are you at the stage where you want to talk about things? 'Cause I'd be out of my league, but I would tread water with you if want." She definitely couldn't speak to the triumphant power of love or lasting feelings or whatever, but she had ears and she could hear him out. Sometimes that's all anybody ever needed.
Noel inserted her spoon into her mouth to keep her foot out of it. Hm. Nate and Quin had "ended." The memorymancer inspected her friend with new insight. Was that why he flinched slightly before he spoke? Did that explain the minute hesitations and the extra humor guard? She could read into his actions all she wanted now that she knew why...
Enough time had passed that Noel knew she was expected to say something.
"I never liked her anyway." Because that was what friends did, right? Take your friend's side. The enemy of a friend was an enemy. "I mean... she was a good influence. You're not...?" Noel waffled her hand in mid-air rather than asking Stephen straight out if he was going to go back to stealing. It wouldn't be karmic revenge to go back to a life of crime. It would just be stupid. "Because, you know... I'd hate to have to kick your butt."
He seemed happy. Weirdly happy. Rather than question why Aedus was letting her off the hook, she just took it and ran. Literally. Up the stairs she went and to the front desk. She returned the weapon and clips before she gave Aedus a little wave.
"See ya around!" And she kept running. This time a bit more figurative than literal.
Nobody ever called her hun except Stephen. The fact that he did was like a hug when he wasn't yet in hugging range. And Christmas crackers? Noel grinned like a dope in response to his interjection, but didn't bombard him... yet. Not 'till he had his sugar of choice.
> "How have you been, Noel?"
"Oh, you know. The same. Nothing really big in my world." She pat her tummy and took her feet down off the railing. Stephen wouldn't care, but it still seemed a bit rude.
"My swordmaster is still my swordmaster, still taking action around town and thankfully no deaths. Took Aedus to the shooting range and nobody shot themselves."
Instead, Noel put her feet firmly on the ground. If they were in a completely secure location, she might curl up in her chair. Since they were entirely exposed, there was still the possibility that a fight might break out. A slim possibility, but it still existed. She was ever-ready.
Voicemail. Great. Noel tried to inject some sincere sounding cheer into her voice when that beep told her it was time to say her piece.
"Hey, Stephen, it's been a while and I just wanted to catch up, but yeah! I've got some... news...! Uhm, I just wanted to tell you in person so... yeah."
Wait... did that come out too cheerful? What if she called back? Why did she say it like that? Her news wasn't news, news. It was just... regular... maybe she could call again?
Re-dial.
"Hey. I'm not pregnant. I just miss your face. You. Me. Gelato. Same Bat-place, same Bat-time?"
Perfect.
It had been a while since their last heart-to-heart, but Noel wanted to brag at how strong she'd been. She hadn't given Aedus a single inch.
To celebrate, she decided to get the flavor of the day, no matter how strange.
She ended up outside at the same table they had last time with a cup of Blood Orange Honey. It came with a ginger biscuit and was supremely divine. Noel swept her long braid aside and put her feet up on the railing to wait.
Noel closed her eyes to get some space and considered the pros and cons of being in a relationship.
Pro. She wanted to. Wouldn't it be nice to have someone there to take care of her?
Con. Hormones. She wanted to remain independent. She might not remember why she wanted to. She probably only wanted to right now.
Pro. That might not even matter.
Con. She had things to do. She couldn't run around thinking about a guy all the time.
Except, She was already running around thinking about a guy all the time. Was that a pro or a con? This was getting confusing.
"Good job today." She just couldn't do it. Not now. Probably not ever. They'd already gone over this when they started the morning with their pancakes and talk of relationships. She didn't want to fall into greater debt to Aedus than she already was. "Be sure to tell your mom 'hi' for me, okay?" She pocketed the bullet casings and the empty clip and retreated from the enclosed space. She had to go return her gun, after all.
Staring at the photo didn't change the details. She smiled. He smiled. Noel looked deeper for clues. What made her smile like that? What could she possibly be thinking when this photo had been taken?
Did it matter? Noel hid the picture under a pile of papers. She couldn't remember.
“There we go, That’s much better.” He actually started making shots that looked deliberate. And it was so not better.
With one bullet left, Noel was realizing that she was wishing that this... whatever it was, was not yet over. She changed her aim and took out paper man's heart. Aedus joked around. Typical Aedus. He was trying to keep the status quo because she had asked him to. Not because there was no chemistry between them. It would have been easier if there weren't.
Safety on.
"So..." She opened the cylinder to empty the shells out into her hand. Only one was still pipping hot. Juggling the casings helped her think about other things. "Did you uh. Learn anything?" Noel stood just to have an excuse to put some distance between them. Yeah. Gun. They still had to trade guns back. And hers was a loaner.
"Are you—" free for the day? No. Bad idea. Noel switched up what she was saying mid-sentence. "—we should probably uhm... do different things after this." She turned to hit the button to call paper man back in. He was hardly a man at all after what they'd done to him.
Why would his aim be worse with a semi-automatic? The revolver kicked a hundred million times worse. Noel figured bracing himself would help, but with the ear muffs no amount of shouting would convince him of that. So she had to show him.
She tapped his knee and then went down on one knee next to his position so that she could brace her elbows on the frame that kept the shooters from walking out onto the range. With the small space, they would be shoulder to shoulder but there was still room for aim.
Elbows on the wood. Aim. Two hands on the weapon. Aim. Safety off. Aim. Breathe out.
"Yeah that's pretty much it. Not something you want to happen in a firefight, though." Noel stooped to pick up the bullet, which was quite a task in the close space. She placed it in Aedus' hand before settling the spring and reattaching the slide.
"If you load the magazine right, it's usually not a problem. There's a trick to it..." Only this was where things were fuzzy. She hadn't loaded this magazine, but if she'd remembered, she would have seen it and been able to prevent the jam from ever happening.
But talking about revolvers was more important right now anyway. Aedus to the rescue. "Right. Out of bullets. Revolvers are pretty much... uh–" Well, the saying went that they were un-f**ck-up-able. –hard to screw up."
Was it a little hot in here? Noel gave her second clip a tap on the counter before she loaded it into the weapon, checked the safety and then offered it to Aedus handle first. "Want to try this one?"
Aedus came in closer and Noel was careful to keep the weapon pointed down the range. "Sometimes there is a delay in the cartridge's propellant firing which would just be a delayed shot... it's not that, I don't think. That usually takes like ten seconds?" Talking it through helped. And thank goodness it wasn't a delayed shot. Her immediate fiddling with the weapon could have gone very wrong.
"Since the slide won't go back all the way, I'm guessing it's a misfeed. It didn't fire, so the bullet should still have the lead on it." She yanked the slide back again and still couldn't see the bullet. "Could be a squib load, where the bullet never got out of the uhm... front, part thingy." She tapped the muzzle. Noel could hardly be blamed for forgetting words every now and again.
"I think I see it back there, though. Behind the slide." She turned the weapon around, but was always conscious of where it was pointing. At worst, one of them might take the shot in the shoulder. She was never stupid enough to look right down the barrel. "So it's just a misfeed. Came out of the magazine wrong.
Pulling the slide usually ejects the bullet. So~" She twisted the front of the trigger guard a bit and let it rest to one side before yanking on the slide and mashing the slide lock while pushing up. Her tongue slipped out the side of her mouth as she worked. "Pop the slide off."
She had to try a coupe times, but eventually the slide went forward past the original position and she was able to pull it off. The bullet clonked right out after it with a bent jacket. "Problem solved. Of course, you shouldn't have this issue since yours isn't semi-automatic."
