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.
"I um, I come to study" she replied a bit awkwardly, this time back in English. "Have been, what is called? Crab? Hide in room much?" she admitted with a shy smile. "Guess plan work?" she offered. She was, after all, talking to someone.
"Wish had study English hard home in Israel" she admitted to him with a wry grin and an eye-roll at her own foolishness at having sort of just slid by in the class. At the time, she hadn't foreseen using it very much. She now understood how short-sighted that had been of her.
"When learn about alone, wound up swimming pool. Made big splash" she said with a giggle at the memory. It hadn't seemed funny at the time, but now in hindsight it really was. She almost wished she had a video of it.
The librarian was as unique as anyone in the school, which hardly surprised her now. The few humans that worked there almost seemed to stick out now because of being 'normal', if there even was such a thing anymore. But an idea had now begun to form in her head. She knew that, sooner or later, her frugal father would bring up the thought of work-study. So it was best if she was prepared ahead of time. "Students, they allow work-study in library?" she inquired. She wasn't sure if she'd been clear enough for him to understand the question, but at least she'd floated it out.
Rivka clapped excitedly. True, having the varmint completely removed from existence, or at least the mansion would be better, but this was close enough in her perspective. She jumped down from her perch on the chair, and rushed forward to Luke. After all, the valiant hero should be thanked for his rescue!
Rivka wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the cheek. Coming from a culture that was sometimes much more touchy-feely with friends than Americans, she had no idea that this might not be fully appreciated. But she really did mean it in the best way.
"Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou!" she chirped happily.
"Am sorry. No mean spill" she said honestly, still floating above Shin in her bubble, while down on her hands and knees. "Would help up... but am stuck?" she said with a frown.
Shani stood up, and pushed on the wall of the bubble with little effect. Next she tried jumping up and down, and when that failed in frustration she punched the wall. It gave very slightly, but was more or less like punching a mining conveyor belt and she shook then cradled her hand which now hurt.
"No think I meet friend Juka" she told him, though she was busy looking all around her trying to figure out how to escape this prison of her own creation. Anvils? Weren't those what bugs built on the ground? It didn't make much sense, but she was getting used to a lot of mutation stuff not making sense, at least at first. Maybe she controlled insects in addition to floating in bubbles? That would be cool! Maybe somedayI'll control butterflies! Shani thought.
The bigger problem was more immediate, and that was getting out of this bubble. Especially since she had been in a hurry to get her, and really should have stopped to pee first, she now realized.
"Mr Tetsuya? Can please make bubble? Maybe I jump that one, then out?" she suggested, since this one seemed to be defective.
>"So, you're here because of your powers?" "Um Hmm" Rivka replied with a nod and a smile. She was nervous, but excited also. Even if she'd stayed in Washington, she'd of been in school somewhere, though perhaps not a boarding school. She wasn't dumb though; she knew her father probably preferred her not being around all the time, as he'd be busy and she'd be unsupervised. Here, there was a full time staff.
>"So, what are your plans for the future?" Deer in the headlights. She hadn't been expecting that question, and froze momentarily. Was this going to be on the record? "Umm... must serve IDF when graduate. Then, um, not sure. Would like be doctor; Abba like career officer. No decide yet." It was probably the biggest point of contention in her and her father's relationship. Ever since the formation of the country, there'd been at least one career military member in the Katzin family. But she was an only child, with thoughts and aspirations of her own. It would likely be the subject of a lot more 'discussion' before the matter was fully settled. The inner turmoil of the whole matter easily showed on the girl's expressive face.
"No thought about use powers after school?" she said with a shrug and a slightly trapped look. She was only just getting used to the idea of having them. What to do with them hadn't really crossed her mind just yet.
Rivka thought she heard something behind her as she finally managed to get a bubble and get control of it. But with the explosions and all, the sound was initially pretty much lost on her.
She successfully jumped into her bubble, which was her most basic move, the bubble increasing in size to hold her. The feeling was different this time though, as she jumped into it, with an odd 'plop!' sound. It was what was supposed to be a Travel bubble, which she'd developed shortly after her arrival. They were tougher and longer-lasting, though not really suited to combat. Still, her plan was to simply have it hover safely above everything happening down low. She'd be safe - as long as he couldn't fly. Or jump for that matter. Mutants were a diverse lot in their abilities.
Once above the explosions, she was able to look down, and see the cause of the earlier noise. Oh dear... All she could guess was that her teacher must have gotten caught in one of his own explosions! He didn't look too good though, so Rivka went to jump out of her bubble so she could check on him. That was when things got "interesting", at least for her. She tried bubble-jump out of her bubble, and the effect was sort of like walking into a rubber wall. She wound up on her rear on the bottom of her own bubble. She tried again, but again found she couldn't leave her bubble.
A little worried, she had her bubble move down just above her teacher. She was on her hands and knees from her most recent attempt to get out, so she was able to get somewhat face to face. "Are... okay? Mr Tetsuya?" she asked hesitantly. What was she going to do if he wasn't? She was sort of stuck, after all.
Rivka replied frantically to Luke, then realized her error and changed to English. “Is here, somewhere!” She stayed perched at the chair, looking around carefully for her tormentor.
Upon hearing that her tiny foe had been found, she turned around quickly, and made absolutely no move to come down. As long as that...thing was alive and the room, she’d stay right where she was!
“Yes! Moose! Ran over bare foot” she explained, pointing at her foot, and stating it louder than really necessary due to being very… excited. She wouldn’t admit to actual panic, unless forced to. Her pronunciation of ‘mouse’ was much closer to ‘moose’ than mouse, and one had to wonder what would happen if she ever encountered an actual moose. It did appear, however, that she was stuck until the vermin, however small and inoffensive, was gone.
Rivka gave an expressive shrug and grin and told Skye "Am usually 'lost as hell' New York". It was true that she seemed to have a knack for winding up in the wrong place in the massive city. It didn't help that the locals seemed to suffer from selective deafness if you tried to ask for directions. "Hair, it nice. Very, ah... bountiful!" she told Skye, proud of finding the 'right' word - almost. She was very intrigued by Skye's power, given that she loved fireworks and was now curious if it was anything like that.
Far from clarifying their relationship as 'just friends', Luke now had Rivka convinced that he and Skye were indeed an item. While she had envisioned having a boyfriend, she'd always pictured something, well, less fuzzy. Luke was sweet though, so she wasn't surprised that Skye found him attractive, as she found that attractive too. What she found difficult was that she found them both attractive. That bothered her, and she buried the feeling immediately, unwilling to deal with it, and pounced on Luke's offer.
"Magniv!" she exclaimed, followed by "minute, minute..." as she dug a bottle of bubbles from her pocket. She blew several bubbles, which began to slowly float towards the floor. She was a little worried that the ceiling might be too low for this, and maybe that was what caused her to not quite have control of things. Maybe it was nerves, due to trying something new - or being nervous about other things too, or a combination of factors. The fact was, things didn't go as planned. She was worried about the bubble filling the room, that much was for sure, and suddenly, the 3 bubbles became 6. 6 became 12, 12 became 24, and they continued to double, the bubbles splitting multiple times per second, until all three of them were hip-deep in clear bubbles, very similar to a playground ball-pit. Other than being clear, they seemed about as tough as the colorful bubbles found in those pits as well!
Rivka looked very distressed, and said something in rapid-fire Hebrew, as the bubbles reached her naval, while spilling out the entryway and into the hall beyond.
Rivka's green eyes got big as saucers as things began to happen. When the lion knight began to charge, she took the most natural and realistic of actions.
"AAAhhhhhhaaaaaa!"
Yes, she screamed and ran, though to her credit, she did both more or less at the same time. After a second or two of freaking out, she moved on to 'wait... I'm supposed to be using my power!' That's when she pulled out her bottle of bubble solution from a specifically tailored belt pouch. Some heroes carried grappling hooks or boomerangs; Rivka carried bubbles. She preferred the commercial stuff you got in the toy aisle as it made better bubbles and was generally a little easier to work with than regular soap.
That is, unless you're running like crazy from a real-life armored anime character, with explosions all about. Then the tendency is to start to spill the stuff down the sides of the plastic bottle. That, in turn, makes the thing slippery as snot. So, her dropping it might be understandable, even though she had managed to finally fish the wand out of the thing and still had hold of that.
She had the Economy sized bottle of the stuff, and when the bottle hit the ground, it split neatly down the seam, sending the slippery stuff over a fairly large area of the floor. Rivka had no idea the mess she'd left behind her as she kept right going, whipping the wand through the air to get some sort of bubble she could work with!
Rivka tapped the code her math teacher had given her, and walked cautiously into the Danger Room. She'd heard rumors, or stories really, about the Danger Room. Each story seemed more outlandish than the last - being chased by robots, shot at with missiles, and someone said something about being used as the ping pong ball? Oh, and someone else also mentioned killer death robot dinosaurs! Then, another friend had said something about "watch out for Death by Cuteness" and wouldn't say anything more - she just smirked. But the best "help" she'd gotten? Someone told her, never, ever, tell Gawain her favorite movie. Ever. Then oystered up. Wait... Clammed! Clammed up. Clam, oyster, whatever!
What she saw was a big, blank, empty gymnasium, except for a computer panel on one wall. Well lit, but, pretty boring. The floor seemed spongy, like the padding used in a martial arts studio, but other than that, there basically wasn't much here. Mr. Tetsuya had told her that the best way to learn to use her powers was getting out there and just doing so, preferably when something was going on as it was easy to use your powers in the living room but not so much the field. What he'd said made sense, as much as he sounded like her dad dragging her to a krav maga session with him. She rolled her green eyes at the mere thought of that.
Rivka crossed her arms to wait, still feeling uneasy despite the lack of anything threatening. Had they been pulling her foot? Wait, that didn't sound right she thought. She took out her phone, and began tapping, looking up the America slang phrase. Leg! Pulling her Leg! Right. Well, as long as it didn't feature mice, she'd be fine she figured. She was dressed in a training uniform, black and yellow and made of a synthetic material she'd been told was extremely strong and durable. Catsuit was her own first impression of it, so she'd added a short black skirt to it, to make it seem a bit more modest.
Unsure what to do next, and still left to her own devices, she approached the computer panel, which had a number pad and display but not much else. She typed in the code she'd been given. The lights dimmed, and a voice said "System Active. Ready for request".
Rivka turned in a circle, looking for the source of the voice, which sounded like it was coming from everywhere at once, even though she couldn't see any speakers. Feeling nervous, she bit her lip a little, and just stood there, waiting. She edged backwards until she had her back to the wall, just in case something suddenly burst forth to wait for her teacher.
Rivka was laying on her stomach on her bed, writing out an letter to her father. It was written in Hebrew, thus the text started on the right and went to the left. She idly wondered if she'd ever get fully used to writing things backwards when using English - starting on the left, and writing to the right. She didn't dwell on it long though before continuing her letter. It seemed very quaint, writing it out by hand, but she knew her father liked letters like this, rather than email.
"Shalom Abba, I am well at my new school. I have met some interesting people here. We have a few staff who are human with no powers, but most of them are mutants. The variety, oh you wouldn't believe! New York is very chaotic and hard to navigate. Or will be, if you un-ground me..." Rivka wrote, then surrounded 'unground' with little pink hearts. Seriously, how long was he expecting to keep her cooped up here? Being grounded was one of the reasons she was writing out the letter - she was hoping to butter her father up enough that he'd relent. She made a face at the thought though; he hadn't reached the rank of Major by being a push-over, though she had a secret weapon his soldiers didn't - she could call him Abba and bat her eyelashes at him. "The people of New York, most are not very nice. It is hard to get directions; no one will talk to you, they all just rush by. Americans, they are very closed. You have to pry them apart to get them to talk, like a pistachio." She paused, tapping her pen on her lips as she pondered that. Israelis, they would talk, and sometimes argue, about just about anything. Politics, religion, relationships... it was all fair game. Just expect to get at least three opinions if you had two Israelis in the same room, her grandmother had said. The saying made her smile, and she hoped she'd get to see her grandmother again soon.
She added a bit about her classes and her teachers, and about the school itself. Mostly trying to make it sound like a cozy, safe, environment, so that her father wouldn't worry about her. He had yet to be able to come and visit it. The thought made her quirk a smile. Visit? More like 'inspect'. You could take the soldier off the battlefield, but no one would ever take the battlefield out of the soldier. She knew he'd be looking the place over as if it were a barracks. It was probably better that he hadn't been by to visit just yet.
"I may have a work-study opportunity, if you will approve it. It is working in the library and office, running errands, shelving books and such. Then I could pay you back for my phone. All my love. Shalom, Rivka"
Rivka dusted herself off, and only after he'd pulled his hand back realized it had been there waiting for her. Oh drat! Okay, get yourself together girl! she mentally scolded herself. The thought might be hers, but the words definitely belonged to her father. She grimaced at the thought of what he might have to say had he overheard her little tirade.
Ah, but then he bowed, and she caught that just in time. An old lady at the shul had taught her a curtsy in response to a bow when dancing, and she managed to do it without looking totally awkward.
"Yes, am definitely a new student" she replied, and though her smile was shy, it was genuine. Someone she could talk to! She picked up the next book to hand to him, which was easy since they were in order on the cart. This kind of organization she could handle. It went well with her tendency towards being a little OCD. Really, it should have been called CDO, so that it was in the right alphabetical order. Okay, okay, maybe a lot OCD.
"My father, he is with the Embassy in Washington. We only discovered I am a mutant just before we moved here. He found this school after we arrived, so I can learn about this, ah... ability?" she told him, but her smile was strained at the thought of her new talent. Like so many when they first got their power, she wasn't quite sure just yet whether it was a blessing - or a curse.
The scream was loud, long, and shrill. Ear-piercing even. The Mansion, home of the valiant X-men had been invaded!
Unfortunately, the invasion happened on a Saturday afternoon, when many of the mansion's inhabitants were out and about, going shopping, to movies, to restaurants or just on errands.
Was anyone even home to deal with the threat!?! Would our damsel even survive!!?? She stood on the chair she'd been sitting in when the attack began, wearing a soft rose-colored midi skirt and white blouse, looking around frantically for the Creature of Evil...
{open tag, you can probably guess what happened here. }
Rivka saw a man waving, and altered her course to roll over close to him. When she arrived, she smiled shyly, and gave a little wave back. "Yes. Thank you" she replied, carefully and slowly. Her accent was thick, but she was understandable.
"Is much dry bubble. No get wet" she explained softly, her voice just loud enough to heard over the traffic of nearby streets. She was young, with the willowy body of a teen who hadn't filled out yet, and perhaps hadn't even reached her full height. Without knowing her age, it was hard to tell.
"Can try, make you one?" she offered, surprising herself. She didn't know him, but figured if he was on school grounds he was likely a staff member or visiting one of them. With the problems surrounding anti-mutant sentiments, she'd learned that access to school grounds was closely monitored. She was glad for that. But, to make him a bubble, she'd have to leave the relative safety and protection of her own. Even if she felt relatively safe on the grounds, it would still mean getting a little wet!
Whether she realized or admitted it or not, coming to the school was forcing her out of her comfort zone, which in many ways was a good thing.
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