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.
Shani slipped into office, on a Mission. She needed an adult, someone with lots of experience in what she wanted to learn. And patience. This mission might prove nerve-wracking, or so she'd heard. She was pretty sure that only really applied to a few other teens, incorrigibles, who didn't take instruction well. She was one to follow each and every rule. Most of the time. Never mind that whole curfew debacle a week or two ago. That was a mere misunderstanding. Honest!
Today, she was bound and determined to find the right someone. The one who clicked, the one and only. The person who would teach her things she'd never known.
Don't have to like like each other. Rivka's expression looked puzzled for a minute as she tried to sort that out. She thought she had the jest of it; be friends, but neither was really interested in dating? She hoped that was what he meant, but couldn't get up the nerve to try and make sure. She'd already put her foot in it well enough for one day.
"Gawain!" she said, in an excited whisper that could probably be heard all the way out in the dining room. "Who is also Maya" she added with a quirky, dreamy, smile at the thought. It really wasn't a point that was necessary to point out, but she'd done it anyways.
"Is all could want. But... older" she confessed the one flaw in her plan and her biggest hesitation. "No sure if seeing someone" she went on. She'd been covertly trying to keep watch on the Object of her Affection, but that was hard with classes and everything. "No want to get in trouble, so no have said anything." It wasn't entirely clear whether Rivka was worried about getting herself in trouble, or Gawain. After all, Gawain was staff, and the leader of the X-men no less. Rivka was a 16 year old student. Nevertheless, she was giddy at the thought. Give the girl credit for setting high goals at least!
"Umm... no suppose you have roommate speak Hebrew? Or Arabic?" she asked, with an expression that was both apologetic yet hopeful at the same time. Her Arabic wasn't as good as her Hebrew, but was considerably better than her English. It would sure make it easier if she could speak in a language she was good at, to even one person. Not being a language teacher, she didn't realize that being forced to talk the language all the time was helping her to make leaps and bounds in her use of English.
"I try eat Kosher?" said told Maya, again sounding apologetic. "Understand that New York pretty easy buy Kosher food? Can cook for self. Will get pan, need place to store. No can do classes Saturdays. Is Shabbat" she explained. She'd already gotten a little bit more flexible about eating out of necessity. Most stores and restaurants weren't Kosher unless they were in a very Jewish neighborhood. But she could still avoid blatant violations whenever possible.
"Abba, ah, 'father' probably have me go Washington once month he say, for weekend. Has friend here, help Rivka find Synagogue." So her father hadn't dumped her into a big city entirely without support, it appeared.
Shani looked skeptical. Normally, if she wanted to jump out, she just thought about it, and there she was. For some reason that wasn't working this time. She decided to concentrate on the soap solution slowly spreading on the floor. Maybe if she tried to make that her landing spot? She scrunched up her face in concentration, and tried to jump out. She could feel herself wanting to move, she thought, but for some reason it didn't work.
She did seem to be able to get the thing to move around as she wished. She floated a little up, then a little down. Maybe... she floated up higher, and rushed the thing at the floor. Bwong! She wound up plastered to the bottom of the bubble as it bounced off the floor, and back into the air. It made a second, lesser bounce before she got control of it again. The bubble seemed no worse for the wear, but Rivka was a bit shook up from the experience. She pushed her hair out of her face, her frustration showing on her features.
"I no think I can get out. Please, try pop? Where you want?" she asked her teacher, vexed with being stuck in her own darn bubble.
ooc: you can assume she'll move the bubble to wherever you want it. Floor, above you, or whatever.
"No silly, no interested in you!" she said, then cringed. That sounded awful. Luke wasn't a bad guy, but he'd never seemed interested in her. Or, well, was he? Had she just crushed the poor guy? Eeek! "Am sorry, no mean sound like 'you awful'! Will make great boyfriend, ah, someone?" she said, stumbling through an apology. She gave him a weak smile, hoping he understood.
She hurried on to get away from her faux pas, "No, meet someone Xavier's Rivka no believe exist until come here!" she whispered conspiratorially, as if someone was going to overhear. Which was silly, since other than them, there was no one else in the kitchen right now.
She didn't, however, actually spill the beans and say who the mystery person, the object of her affections, the heartthrob of the house, might be. But the fact that she might have just broken someone's heart continued to nag at her.
"Um, were Luke, um, err... hoping it you?" she asked cautiously. She started to move her hand to reach across the table for his, only to have her left hand tackle her right wrist so she wouldn't do that. It was about as subtle as a brick. Maybe she needed to rethink things? After all, Luke was closer in age, and if he liked her and, oh dear... Her brain started to get tied into knots as she started to really overthink the whole matter.
"Two types shy; quiet say-nothing shy, and talk-too-much-to-cover-up Shy. Used to be quiet-shy, guess which am now..." she said with an eye roll and ironic grin before taking a long slurp of soda.
Rivka studied Luke quizzically for a bit, trying to assess what she'd said that had startled him. After a few seconds, she arrived at the conclusion that it was her use of the word 'crunchy'. Darn it! She was pretty sure the right word started with 'cr'. She hadn't a clue that her usage had nothing to do with his reaction, and it was her probing questions, coupled, so to speak, with Luke's relative state of undress.
Perhaps she should change directions a bit, and that would make Luke feel more comfortable, at least if she could just use the right words? "Admit, is person really like here. All hope for!" she gushed. "Smart, helpful, pretty..." she stated, starting to list off the attributes of the object of her affection that had caught her attention, "handsome?" she added, not sure if that was the right word, and not actually meaning it to be paired with 'pretty', though that is how it came out sounding. No, she meant Pretty, and Handsome quite separately, but had expressed it poorly.
"Want to know who is?" she asked excitedly, leaning forward and resting her head on the palm of her hand with her elbow on the table. The truth was, Luke was the closest thing to a confidant she had around the school, and she'd been busting at the seams wanting to tell someone about this. When she'd first arrived, she'd been so off-balance starting in a new and rather strange, school that romance hadn't been on her radar. But as she'd gotten comfortable with the school, she'd had more time and energy to let a school-girl fantasy get a little out of control in her head.
She hadn't a clue that she might be setting off all sorts of red-alerts in Luke's head, that she'd never intended.
Darn it! Not what she meant, but she wasn't sure how to explain it better. Rivka decided to leave it be for now, and pursue other questions. Physically she might be 16, but some days the curious teen asked more questions than a 3 year old. "You work here long time? School, ah, it here long time? Some say yes and other no, is confuse. Is good school?" Rivka asked him with bubbling enthusiasm. What she didn't understand was there was more than one location. The North campus and this campus in New York City. Never mind that when the X-men (and they enemies) were involved, having to rebuild a building was not an unknown occurrence. "Am hoping Abba's assignment long enough I graduate" she told him, offering the next book when he was ready for it. She was at least a competent helper. "Maybe English get good then" she continued, "am, ah, how say? Soft More? Now?"
Rivka nodded thoughtfully as she was given a brief history of the school. One person with a vision; wasn't that how most good things got started? "Am glad school made" she offered with a smile. While part of her wished she was in Washington, having a school that was specific to her new, um, condition, seemed like a very good thing.
The teen got a big smile at the mirror walking, and let out a very genuine "Oh!" in amazement. Now that was an ability one could really use for something! Just think, no more taxi rides! Her dark eyebrows rose a bit more at being told Maya could also walk into movies. How that worked, and with what effect, she could only guess. She was, nonetheless, impressed.
But wait, there was more! Every other day... Maya was a guy?!? Rivka's head tilted slightly to the side, as she tried to work that out. 'How' collided with 'but what if' which tripped over 'but...then...' as the mechanics and general problems that this must cause just all became a jumbled mess inside her brain, and the only word she managed to utter was a very confused "ah...". It probably wasn't the first time Maya had gotten this reaction.
Rivka finally managed to snap herself out of it (somewhat) and said "Must be... un-convenient?" It would probably be some hours later before she began to process the relative opportunities this also afforded.
"People Rivka like, they no realize I have oxygen" she confessed. The figure of speech wasn't quite right, but hopefully he would be able to get the jest of it. She slide the eggs on to each of the plates. Luckily, 'scrambled' was a type that she understood. "Is any Dr. Popper?" she asked, brightening at the question. The stuff was uncommon in Israel, so she hadn't discovered it until after coming to the US, but now she was a hopeless Dr. Pepper addict. Hopefully she'd learn to pronounce it so that people who weren't used to her would understand what the heck she was talking about.
One thing was odd though. She hadn't said "men" or "boys" but "people". It was possible this was a language thing again, but coming from a language that had a male or female usage for just about everything, that was the one place where she rarely made mistakes.
"Am good actress. People think am extra-vart. Maybe am... but not always. You?" she inquired as she sat down, her eyes flitting up to see what she saw in his. "Luke must like someone, yes? Crunch on celebratory even?" The ghosts of several Xavier's English teachers began to twitch in their graves, as her slaughter of the language continued.
ooc; ironically, 'language' is the word I just can't seem to spell right without a checker...
Rivka studied him for a bit. Her English might be far from perfect, but she was an Ace when it came to body language. If anything, she'd gotten better at that since coming to the US as it helped fill in the gaps in her both her speaking and understanding of English. Something she'd said had surprised Luke, or flustered him or something. But she was rather clueless as to what that could have been. Then, she figured it out. All the pieces came together in an instant. Pity they were from the wrong three puzzles, leading to an inaccurate conclusion - Luke was even more shy than she was! This hulking guy was shy and afraid of girls!
"Men..." Rivka said with a bemused & exaggerated eye-roll, "wonder you starve." The phrasing wasn't quite right she suspected, but hopefully he'd get the jest of it. Rivka pulled some eggs from the 'fridge, and then went to a less-used lower cabinet and pulled out a cast-iron pan inside a plastic bag on which was written 'Kosher Only!'
There was more to her statement than just cooking however. Maybe, she thought, we can help each other a bit. I'm not one to talk when it comes to meeting people.
"Two egg, one egg?" she asked with a smile. "How you want?" she also inquired. She thought about that for a quick moment as a funny look crossed her face, then she shook the pan at him and added "No say 'cooked'! Know already!" Images of Tangled except her hair was dark brown, and curly, not straight, blonde, and uber-long.
She decided to probe more gently this time, and started off by saying "You... no only one hard time talk to someone like. Rivka shy too..." she offered, watching as her eggs began to sizzle with great intensity, as then she didn't have to look straight at him.
When she ran out of her first handful of ammunition, Rivka watched from her perch atop the table to see the effect of her barrage. Success! She'd either utterly destroyed her target (unlikely) or scared it into the next county. Either was acceptable in her book. She leaned this way and that, trying to see if her target was merely hiding behind something she'd already thrown, but it seemed to be gone.
"Are sure gone?" she asked cautiously, as she stepped down from the table to the chair, but hesitated a moment before descending to the floor. Her green eyes were darting around like she expected the Mouse King himself from Nutcracker to appear and defend a member of his Realm. She darted forward, sticking her head out the doorway, and taking a good look. That's when she understood, at least somewhat, why Luke had covered his face. Eeeeew!
She quickly scooped up her makeshift weapons, then nodded her head in the direction of the kitchen. "We put these away, talk more there? No stink?" she offered. While he hadn't said as much, she had to wonder if Luke had more than just a canine appearance. If he had a dog's keen nose as well, then the smell was probably much worse for him, and she definitely didn't care for it. A new plan began, as the gears in her head started to turn.
"What you do when get girlfriend?" she inquired with an impish grin, "she want touch you, be touch you." While her grin started impish, it faded into something truly inquisitive and caring as she asked her question. She wouldn't admit who, but she'd had her little dreams about someone holding her in their arms. She sure wouldn't mind trying it. She had at least her share of teenage romance fantasies.
Rivka jumped out of her bubble, which stayed behind her. She glanced at the rain coming from the sky with a look that would have done any feline proud. She bit her lower lip a little, pondering the rain, before devising what seemed like a good plan. She moved the bubble she'd been in over her head as a makeshift umbrella. Unfortunately, this was poorly thought out, as the rain hitting it was merely running down the sides, then dripping off the bottom... "Eek! Eew!" she said, displaying her dismay at the dismal failure of this plan, and moved the bubble away.
"Make like this" she told the stranger, pulling a bottle of bubble fluid from her pocket. She blew a fresh bubble, and took control of it quickly before the rain popped it. Now the tricky part - could she get him into it? She'd heard that mutants could sometimes extend their power to others with them by touch. So she figured she'd give it a try to get him inside the new bubble.
"Give hand, and will try get inside you bubble" she told him, offering a dainty hand to him. She left out the part about "I've never actually tried this before". Just because she was experimenting with a new facet of a mutant power she barely knew how to control, what could possibly go wrong? Bubble jumping was pretty easy. Sorta.
Rivka chuckled "We small country. Have special unit for mutant, just like unit disabled. No turn away anyone want to serve. Can no afford to when neighbors all want destroy." She gave a 'that's just the way it is' shrug. Whether they could find a use for a bubble mutant had yet to be seen. The one plus of the conversation was that the girl was slowly becoming more willing to use her somewhat broken English talking about her home.
"How.... ah, school made?" she asked, her face twisted in concentration. It wasn't the right phrasing, she was sure of that. "Never saw mutant school?" she tried to clarify. If such a thing existed in her home country, she wasn't aware of it. Then again, there were a lot of things teens weren't aware of, not that they'd ever admit it.
"May ask... you power?" she inquired. She assumed that a school for mutants would be run by mutants. Rivka was naturally curious, though her tone of voice in asking the question had turned soft and shy again. Was it okay to ask such things in the States? Israeli's were very inquisitive and open about talking about things, but she'd found in her first few days in the United States that Americans seemed to be more private about their lives.
Rivka listened carefully, and looked rather crestfallen. Then she laid her hand on his arm and said very earnestly "Am sorry, will no do again" before realizing - she was doing it again. She did a cringe and blush while waving her hands in the air worthy of her favorite anime character Princess Stella before putting her hands behind her back, and grabbing one wrist with the other hand. There! Oil and water maybe, but she'd do her best.
This was before Luke announced the Return of the Beast of course. Shani whipped around to see her tiny foe, and then started backpedaling wildly, and totally without concern for where Luke was - which was more or less behind her. Then she turned, and was on the chair with one quick hop, and all the way on the table with another. She began gathering weapons - knife, fork, spoon, candle + candlestick - and a flurry of objects was directed at or at least in the general direction of, her tormentor.
The hapless creature began to run in panicked circles itself as the barrage of objects began to crash down around it. "House no big enough for two us!" she yelled in the general direction of the furry foe.
ooc: up to you whether or not she crashes into him. If she does, she'll just kinda bounce off and continue to the chair.
"Yes! Yes please very much!" Rivka replied, touching her arm. It was a gesture of gratitude, and she wanted to cry that a stranger would go out of their way like this. Especially since most of the strangers around here didn't seem like they'd look up if she got run over by a car. She was good at buses and taxis for the most part, but hadn't a clue about New York's extensive subway system. Tel Aviv had the previous two, but subways... not so much.
"Am Rivka" she introduced herself, placing a hand on her chest to make sure that Marisol understood she was giving her name since it didn't seem to be common in America. "Rivka Katzin. Father, he work your Washington" she explained, to help clarify why she'd come to New York in the first place. The city seemed to gather strays from what she'd seen, but she'd been brought here under parental direction. Given a choice, she'd wished her father had stayed home in Israel, but his work was here and he'd been specific that it was an excellent career move. So, off they'd went!
"Am new school. Was best father find when move here. So made student at school, visit father sometimes Shabbat" she told her new companion conversationally as she let Marisol lead the way to the subway station.
ooc: feel free to move them onto a train or whatever
