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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Zaid opened his mouth. Closed it. He struggled with a slight rush of anxiety and then tried to shovel all that emotion away. Jude was right, they were just things, but Zaid always felt a bit more attached to objects after spending so much time on his own.
Maybe this was a good exercise on letting things go. Like a cleansing ritual. You burn old objects sometimes. Why not throw stuff in a potions for their escape?
"You're right...I just...I reaaaalllyy hope nothing happens to my first edition Gotchamon cards..." in went the ingredients. Zaid tried not to stare longingly into the cauldron like a sad puppy.
Aceiscion energy. Invocation energy? Zaid made a face, "I feel like those are big words even for those of us who didn't learn English as a second language. Maybe it involves a wand? A spoon? I don't think energy would be bottles, you would have to add it yourself..." Zaid decided.
Zaid always found it hard to understand the 'cowboy/cowgirl' stereotypes that floated in from places like Texas. Rhia herself certainly carried some of those characteristics: the sense of justice, the accent. Horses. He remembered Jude's boss and had noted there was similar characteristic there as well. One thing he may never get used to was how each state in the USA could be like it's own separate country.
"I think I've had tea like that before, but I prefer most the herbal varieties... To be honest, your home sounds like another world to me. Is it odd I've never actually seen a horse in person?"
Zaid looked where his companion (or competitor in this case) pointed and studied the game. It wasn't one he had played often, as it involved a lot more buttons and violence. But Zaid was a gamer and would not turn down from a challenge. He nodded and smiled in the end. "Sure, a good challenge would be fun!"
Stepping up to the machine he did the usual check for any unsuspected sticking or jams. It would be unfortunate to get into the challenge only to find out he had one of those machines some kid spelt soda on. Which, happened a lot.
"Are you ready for this? We can go on your mark," Zaid announced, trying not to fidget like the rabbit he was. Contests could bring out his nervous inner anxiety. He wanted to have fun, so he made sure he focused on the excitement and not that desire to win only.
Zaid deflated slightly when Jude mentioned he had not seen the owl. That made Zaid feel a little concerned the owl had just been something he imagined. Because why wouldn't he imagine an owl?
But Jude at least saw the rest of this magical mayhem, so that made him feel less crazy. Or, maybe they were both crazy. That was always an option.
Jude seemed to be voting for 'when in Rome' as a strategy by grabbing different items with the desire to make a potion. Zaid felt his nose twitch once, giving the baby root a little sniff. It smelt like a cross between rosemary and baby powder. Those two things should NOT mix.
"Uh, before we start throwing things into this pot, is there anything in this room you're going to be incredibly upset to discover we destroyed in a magical spell? Because we've already seen my cell phone case turn into chocolate. What's to say this root is not your wallet or something really important?" Zaid tried to remember where things had been this morning. His own wallet was usually on the dresser, so he was guessing it was that book on one of the desks that had appeared. Would this little bottle of liquid be the cup of tea Zaid had brought in that morning? That seemed safe...
"Liquid escape rope seems safe...and the ingredients all seem like things that we have in the room... I wonder what the unicorn hair was before..." He picked up the silvery little strands that were gathered in another container. Did one of them have fancy socks maybe? A tie? It could have been a tie...
Zaid considered the questions seriously as they walked the endless hallway. Inside the potions room (or their bedroom, if you looked at it that way) he answered,"I don't think we caused it. Nothing changed until that owl flew in, and I don't remember any owl related powers in this area? This seems complex..."
It would end, right? Zaid tried to look optimistic, "All mutations have a limit. Obviously we just need to find what this one has." see nothing to stress about!
The room still seemed to smell a lot like their apartment. The shoes certainly smelt like Jude and there was a jar of fur that seemed to match Zaid's hair. Why it was all in a jar, he didn't need to question. When Jude identified the phone, Zaid hopefully scooped up the object, glad only the case was chocolate and not the whole device. When he tried to turn it on, however, nothing happened.
"Why won't it...oh, magical interference, of course. No electronics in magic worlds. So we need...owls! Hey, did you happen to see any more owls since this happened? That might be the only way to call out," Zaid suggested. He set the phone back down and let his nose sniff for anything that smelt like it could be a bird. A nearby cauldron was blocking his sniffing with a smell that seemed awful mushroom like.
Zaid tried not to make faces at Juniper's coupon examples. He tried not to judge, but...suck on someone's toes? Who would actually...wait, he didn't want to know. His brain flashed through images of mangas and comics he had come across when trying to find something new to read and the nerd in him was very certain he did not want to follow that train of thought any further.
"Well, I can't say we didn't explore all ideas at least...the gun skin might be closer but chances of me identifying what weapon he uses is slim to none..."
Evelyn, however, would know! A kid with a perfect memory was useful to keep around.
Then Juniper dropped an unexpected tidbit of information.
"Wait, you can drive? That's so cool! I've lived around here my whole life so driving wasn't really necessary. Is it fun? Is it boring? I hear traffic is horrible all the time!" his ears perked up and he looked a little too interested in the prospect of being in a car. Given the last time he was in one, he had been kidnapped, or drunk. Actually, he couldn't remember being a normal passenger in a vehicle before...cabs were much more 'New York'.
Jude offered his hand to Zaid and the bunny gladly took it, feeling that was a smart idea in the long run. It was an odd situation when Zaid was more comfortable with what was happening than Jude was, but being trapped in their own house did limit Jude's abilities some. As they walked the halls, Zaid tried to look for clues to escape this. The paintings all seemed to match the posters he had seen from movies, and he regretted not watching any of them. He had focused more on reading and manga, so this was something he was not an expert on. Some of his friends could have easily listed ever magical incantation that would be needed to survive here, though.
He wished he knew magic even more when they reached the barricaded door.
"I wonder what time zone wizard time is...wait, probably the wrong thing to focus on. I can try calling out and seeing if maybe Andrea can open the door from the outside? But I think my cell phone was in the bedroom...Stars, I'm going to be reaaaaallly upset if it turned into a magic lamp or something and I lost all my pictures again!" The prospect of his phone being gone yet again was depressing, but hopefully all the recent pictures were backed up. He didn't want to bug Jude for their old couple snapshots again.
Zaid let his nose sniff the air once, relieved he could still vaguely pinpoint where their bedroom was. The smell of rocks was stronger now, masking everything else.
"I think our room was this way..." he gave Jude's hand a squeeze then started them in the direction his nose pointed. A few twisted hallways later, they were standing in a potions classroom with a small stack of manga looking out of place in the corner and a small All Might statue fused to a cauldron.
Zaid held his frying pan while he considered the situation, and the letter that had been read. Magic school, witchery, and a strange castle... if it wasn’t Jude’s powers causing chaos, or a gas leak, then it had to be something else. The bunny stopped looking worried and suddenly looked very thoughtful. He looked extra impressive since he was now wearing long black robes instead of his work uniform, and his hair still held its winter white color.
”Okay, I’ve read a lot of manga, and when the character finds themselves somewhere strange there is usually an explanation. Magical transportation to another world? But we have t seen any other people yet... and we saw things in the kitchen transform. Somehow that seems to go against pocket dimension theory... it could be a mutant’s powers changing things? But those usually have a limit...”[/i][/color]
A limit... when he was around Adapteds he only had to get outside their range for things to return to normal. He saw other people With powers limited by space.
His nerd senses tingling, he held the frying pan with renewed motivation. ”We need to try to exit the building! Or, castle. Then if it seems our house is stuck as a...magic school, we can deal with that problem with extra help? Maybe your coworkers know how to deal with magic? No? Just things they can shoot at probably...maybe my comicon friends are a better choice....” somehow he felt a local LARP group could tackle this problem.
Getting to the floor he started briskly for the main doors, and glanced only to ensure Jude was coming, objections or not. At the hallway a catbus plate was finishing its transformation into a painting of a fat lady who waves a hand fan at them.
Zaid was forced to remember Juniper was not exactly a responsible individual. Or, an adult for that manner. Their Valentine's adventure had been a manner of what could be regarded as miscreant activity, and had in fact, ended in a veeeery drunk Zaid who only had slight memories of dancing left from that adventure.
The bathtub, however, surprised her. Zaid found it a little odd that the concept of damaged floors seemed unusual. "Oh, yeah, we live in a little bit of a fixer-upper, and I guess there was some wood rot or something and it just sort of, went through the floor...and no, the hole is gone. I mean, I've fallen through the floor in a few places, but it's all fixed now. Although, maybe a container with some spackling or something would be humorous after the uh, misfortunes? As a gag gift... Along with the uh...whatever I get him. Right now cufflinks seem the only plausible plan..." he groaned and rubbed his forehead, ears flicking down in frustration.
His attention went to the coupons, then Zaid looked thoughtful. "Do people like coupons like that? I mean he works with a bunch of you know, really uh...they do guns and stuff like that, and so I know he isn't as like, of a macho guy, but I'm not sure he is as comfortable with some things as I am." It wasn't polite to say phrases like 'toxic masculinity' in the middle of a store, but the arm wrestling and hatchet throwing contest had warned on that sort of environment.
But then... there was one person he could ask...
"Hey! Have you ever been to the mansion? There was this kid who lived there, like, 7 years old but she works with Jude and I bet she would know a gift idea! Maybe she would know about your fire friend too...she does like tasers and explosives..." Zaid thought outloud.
Zaid was hoping Juniper would help with his Christmas shopping, but was honestly finding himself more confused. Would Jude like wine? They hadn’t exactly drank together, or rather, had the chance to. Jude had his 21st birthday that summer, but they had avoided giving Zaid much alcohol since the last time he got drunk. Well, the last two times. Frankly the bun boy did not hold his liquor well. ”We haven’t exactly had much chance to drink together. I think I heard him mention having wine at a work function, but I just turned 21 so we haven’t gone anywhere together.” he tried avoiding mentioning how he acted drunk.
He tried to imagine Jude taking a bath, ”Also, our bathtub sort of fell through the first story, so I’m not sure Jude will ever relax in it again. Given, he was trying to shower at the time...” nothing made you wary of a bath like a short fall through your own floor.
Zaid listened to Juniper talk about her friend, and glanced around at their gift options, ”Maybe you can make a theme gift? Like some candles and a pan and some matches and then the marshmallows. You can even put one of those cheesy cards in it like ‘drop it like it’s hot!’”
Jude said something about gas leak, and Zaid felt his eyes flash up to the candles. Like, gas and fire and BOOM His nose frantically twitched expecting the scent of anything toxic but all he smelt was candles, and owls, and....rocks. Old, wet, rocks. Like, castle walls. Like old, old walls.
Can a gas leak cause hallucinations?
Jude asked about the letter and Zaid grabbed it again. It opened and a piece of parchment unfolded. Zaid went to read it, but it seemed to dance from his fingers. He caught a few words like “magic” and “sorcery”, and the paper started to levitate towards the ceiling.
”Oh, no you don’t!” Zaid leapt after it, glad he had an impressive vertical jump, and landed on the counter that was now a long table. His ears twisted to and fro trying to make sense of their new surroundings. Handing Jude the letter he made a grab for the nearest object before it too could disappear, and found himself holding a frying pan. Well, it was something. The other dishes had transformed into goblets and a few little chocolate frogs that hopped away down another table. ”I...I can’t smell the front door. Or, hear it. Stars, I can still smell the bedroom though. But, it’s....moving.” he jumped down from the table holding onto the pan. Somehow it felt more useful than the letter.
Once, Zaid ended up in wonderland. Well, what looked like wonderland, complete with demented cards and a tea party where the loser, died. He had also found himself in some heavily decorated Valentine's dance, which turned into a swinger's event. That one had been less deadly, but still traumatizing. In the end, it was a solid fact that unusual places brought unusual dangers.
To Zaid, the change in scenery was less magical, more horrifying.
Floating candles in THIS house? He was sure the wallpaper was made of some type of concentrated super-fire-starter. Fire, flamables, it all had to go, and quickly! He momentarily forgot the letter in his hand as he reached for one of the flames, hearing Jude's voice from under the kitchenette.
When...when had their kitchenette been so long? When had their kitchen been so long?
Another owl swooped overhead, in a ceiling that seemed to be getting further away. Ceiling, or sky? He quickly dropped the letter, wondering if he triggered some type of curse that was taking over the house. He managed to grab the back of Jude's shirt, least something else appear and separate them in this haunted house. "Okay, I thought you were going for the animal communication power today? You know, to check for like, mice, not...owls. Did you uh, grab the wrong power?"
Zaid felt a little like a bad friend trying to explain someone else’s powers when he didn’t entirely understand them himself. He ran a hand across an ear and floundered for a moment. ”I mean, she sees some of them, but, it depends on what they are made of, I think. She came over when we were remodeling, I may have asked a few times how something looked...” he looked at the scarves and tried to imagine different ones for Andrea. The red and green seemed doomed to be cheesy. But, would she dislike that? Maybe Blue? Or pink and go the whole broadway route....
He was brought back from his distraction when Juniper mentioned his hair. Zaid blushed a little and glanced at a nearby mirror. Oh, it was pretty white today. ”It happens during the winter. My hair is technically fur, and since the rabbit fur gets lighter, sort of changes with it.” okay there was no sort of. His hair definitely got lighter when it started to snow out. It was pretty light when he met Jude, although this year it seemed extra pale. Jude kept teasing how he was getting an old man look. Another gaggle if girls was whispering one aisle over.
Cuff links? He brought his attention back and made a face. ”Do people still wear those? Stars, I think that would make Jude feel old...”
Juni compromised by suggesting adult items he could buy. Zaid turned as red as a Christmas sweater and frantically tried to wave her to stop. ”I take it back! The cuff links sound better! No more ideas! And never mention any of those things again, especially anything with a tail attached!” mental image burnt into his brain for life, Zaid tried to look at the other superhero themed items. And he thought his Manga was bad!
”So, uh, fire guy? Does he cook? Or just like to watch things burn? We talking bonfires or like, candles?” He turned a Santa doll around on the shelf so it wasn’t staring at him and desperately tried to move the conversation somewhere more PG.
Zaid didn't think about how fitting hats and little muzzle on a bunch of snakes would be a chore. He was mostly imagining how Sloth would probably feel undignified tossed up inside a beanie, but how else would you wear a hat?
Maybe he needed to stop with the hat idea. He considered the lights and made a little face. "But I'm not sure she can see colors? I feel like she tried to explain it to me once...wouldn't getting her a bunch of lights she can't see be kinda mean? Maybe a scarf. Do snakes like scarves?"
She held up the pajama bottoms, and Zaid nodded that it seemed like a safer bet. Then he blushed, pink tinting his face and making his white hair look a little rosy. Maybe it was his ears that actually were a little rosy..."Oh, Jude. Yeah, I'm trying to get him something but he is hard to shop for. I mean, he likes sort of classier things. Like, I thought maybe he might need a new suit for work or maybe some shoes since he only has the one nice pair, but I think nice outfits you have to get fitted more... And we already put a lot into decorating the apartment, after all the remodeling. I mean, we had to fix the floor when the bathtub went through it... Marshmallows? I feel like the whole point of marshmallows is to NOT catch them on fire. Just, toast them?" Zaid looked at a section of kitchen gadgets and picked up a measuring cup in the shape of Santa's face.
"Am I the only one who thinks an old guys face on all the decorations is a little...creepy?" His ears flattened the longer he looked at the spoons. He didn't even want to get started on the whole idea of a strange man sneaking into your house via the chimney and watching people in their sleep...