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 was relieved it was his friend, then startled as she held out the boxers. His ear twitched slightly, tilted to one side, and considered the question she presented. "Well, I mean, they sell them in the little gift tins so it can't be that weird to buy? Someone is buying the gift tins? I think if they are like, superhero themed or something it isn't strange. Just don't get like...anything fancy or uh, silk?" That would probably send a different message. Sort of like buying someone pajama bottoms verses a nightgown? In theory, he was thinking. Not that he had many female friends that he would have to clarify that sort of gift giving ritual with.
He looked down at a pocketknife he had been considered, then realized he had no idea if Jude would actually use a pocket knife. Would he like kitchen gadgets more? Or something for work...Did you get your boyfriend a pen, or was that lame? "If someone has snakes for hair, do you buy a hat for their whole head or...each individual snake?" Zaid mused out loud.
"I'm sorry, I'm not any help either. I mean, my parents did Christmas a little, but the most I've done in the last few years was buy my coworker like a mug or a gift card..."
He was trying to finish last minute Christmas shopping before last minute got too, well, last minute. It was the first week of December, and already the stores were ramping up their holiday temptations. Zaid--having never been in a relationship before--was struggling with one gift in particular. Or gifts? He should get multiple things, shouldn't he? What did you get your boyfriend, now that they had been dating for almost a year, and it was their first official Christmas together? Socks? Gloves? A tie?
And then he had other people to consider. There was Andrea, and her snakes. Maybe the snakes needed hats?
Maybe the snakes needed ties?
He was in the middle of a rack looking at video game themed ties which he felt did not seem very 'Jude' like, and then saw a figure from the distance.
It was the perfect person to help!
"Valentine's buddy?! Is that you? It is! Oh, stars, I need your help! Have you ever done Christmas shopping before? Please, please tell me you have!"
Zaid was dressed in a heavy white jacket, which made his snowy white hair and ears stand out even more than normal. Honestly he could pass for a k-pop character, which had draw the attention of several teenage girls. Maybe he was the one who needed a hat...
Johnson Artemis had worked for the New York Postal service since his early 20's. Now into his late 60's, considering retirement, he felt he had seen all there was to see. The city had riots, monsters, deaged mutants, mutanted humans, and a number of things he tried his best never to think about. But on that morning, he felt things had reached a new level of... strange.
The brownstone he went to deliver mail to had recently been taken over by a young couple, one of which had rather recognizable bunny ears. They were nice enough, although the building was quite the project for them to take on. There were many things that were wrong with it, from electrical issues, to what he could have sworn he heard comment regarding a bathtub going through the floor.
It could be worse...could be like one of those movies with the moving staircases! He thought, remembering the magical movies his grandkids enjoyed. Imagining all the things that could go wrong if it were 'magical' misfortunes, he dropped the mail through the mail flap.
Letters billowed into the unsuspecting house, one taking flight on it's own and landing on the kitchen counter, the next spawning it's own owl which carried it to a nearby bedroom, dropping it on a pair of long bunny ears.
"J-Jude! Did you see that?! There's an owl in the house! Tell me I'm not imagining things!"
Zaid had just gotten up for the day, dressed in his normal work attire, when the spontaneous appearance of owl-mail made him halt. He picked up the letter, which was a power bill that slowly transformed into a school acceptance letter.
A school...acceptance...letter.
"Hey, look at this!" He quickly held up the letter as it finished shifting to a delicate parchment with fancy ink writing. He was focused on the paper, and did not notice the gradual changes taking over the room.
Cut the power, don't touch the tub. Zaid had been pulled free of the hole in the floor and was instructed not to mess with things further. Zaid accepted this instruction without a fight. He knew Jude had a better sense for danger than he did. In fact, he had sense enough to send Zaid to deal with power while he finished a shower.
Power. Right!
Zaid found the breaker, which had a surprising number of sticky notes on it, a few in Layne's handwriting. One said 'don't touch!', another had a question mark. Zaid found the one for the downstairs bathroom and flipped it off. Then, he reentered the house.
Nothing flooded, nothing short circuited. So far so good.
Zaid peaked upstairs and Jude was still showering in peace. He moved to the bedroom, finished cleaning what they had started and got the collectibles out of the way. Then he returned to the kitchen. Something felt...off, still, but he was sure it was just the lingering foreboding that came with the broken tub. There was no flood of water, so that was good, right? He decided to head back up to be on the safe side, and knocked on the outside of the bathroom door, "This one work alright? Just gonna bring in your towel..."
That was the goal, at least. He wiggled the door knob, it didn't open. Ah, locked. "Hey, Jude, you...locked it."
When Zaid opened the bathroom door he had not expected to find Jude somewhat further into the floor than he left him. Or, down in the floor at all. Wait, why was the bathtub in the floor? He paused, looked back at the kitchen, down at the clothes, then his ears twitched in confusion. ”How did... is the bathroom the only soundproof room in this place? How did I not hear... is this room brick? Wait, never mind, that’s not the issue I need to focus on!”
Zaid quickly put the clothes in the bedroom where it was safer, then helped Jude free of the tub. He ducked down and put his nose near the hole and did a quick sniff, relieved he didn’t smell mold. Termites then, probably. But no water damage. He would smell that. Realizing how strange it looked he quickly scrambled to his feet to deal with his half-washed boyfriend.
”The other bathroom works, but if you want to get to work you need to hurry! Or, we can sink wash your hair. Just, something. You didn’t have a chance to rinse... you’re still sudsy....I’ll, figure this out. I mean, it’s not leaking....” he knelt back down when he thought Jude was returning to getting ready, and continued nosing around near the opening. What was holding the tub up? Was the pipe still attached? Should he turn off the water supply? Maybe Erik could lift the tub out for him if he got Andy to ask... oh no, what would Andy think if she saw their bathtub halfway through the floor??? Stars she may drag them out of this death trap until it was fixed at that rate...
”Is it normal for electrical wires to be down here with the water pipes? Ah, so that’s where that chord goes....” he was halfway into the hole before he realized where his bunny brain was leading him.
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Zaid tried not to squeak when he was moved, then he was almost knocked over, then he was steadied. That was a lot of movement all at once. Maybe the coffee was finally doing the trick. Or, it was the time. How had unpacking taken so long?
Zaid could sense the rising panic as Jude was struggling to get ready, the glances at the wrinkles, the cry for the iron.
Zaid quickly snatched the suit away, and started pushing his boyfriend back toward the bathroom.
"You, shower! I can iron. But I know you, and you're going to be fussing with your hair all day if you leave it like that," Zaid declared. Unwashed hair had a habit of looking greasy halfway through the day. Jude, being much more in tune with his appearance, would probably not enjoy that.
With a quick reminder that the faucet handles were backwards, and a tossed towel, Zaid scurried back to the kitchen to get the iron. That, he at least knew where to find, given that he had set it aside to work on his cosplay that week. It was not worth the story why it was next to the toaster right now. He needed to sort out the electrical situation sooner rather than later.
Gathering a cotton sheet they had lobbed into the 'donate' box, Zaid made a makeshift ironing board on the table and set to work. At least domestic chores had not escaped his childhood. He got the outfit in a presentable state, got the iron unplugged, and managed to get back to the bathroom as the water was being turned off.
"All ready! At least one outlet works around here," he tried to encourage.
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Zaid tilted one ear at the chivalry comment, and had to force himself not to blush. Being a bit of a shut in at times, he did not think his manners were that unusual until, well, being around people. Or, maybe it wasn't unusual? Just nice? Nice could be a good term. He took his own seat and smiled instead.
"My parents were a bit traditional. I think Japanese culture never completely leaves you. Even when we moved here, I think those little habits kept them from being homesick... maybe that's why I like tea?" It was true. Having a good herbal brew was a comfort. It was more than caffeine, it was just the emotional push to keep going sometimes.
Zaid considered what it would be like having Jude there while he trained and decided it might make things worse. If he was horrible at weight lifting then he was just making himself look bad in front of his boyfriend. Zaid was trying his best not to drive the other boy away anytime soon. Sharing an apartment had been a step for them, but it was already revealing some of the smaller challenges for them to get through.
The current challenge being the way their possessions had magically multiplies when they moved...
"Nostalgic?" They got to the bedroom and Zaid noticed the box in question. Oh, it really had gotten a strange mix of things in it. The manga was easy to gather so he could put it somewhere they wouldn't risk tripping over for the moment, while the figurines he gave a quick glance to, trying not to look too closely to make sure they were fine. Those weren't incredibly valuable, but they had other worth in his head. While Jude grabbed the plates Zaid went ahead and got the placemats to be moved to the spare room for donation.
"The figurines are mine, the plates I think were my parents. They're from an anime. I'm pretty sure they just have hung out in storage, they aren't really good to eat off of... But also, I don't know if anyone would take them if they were donated?" He took a detour and put the placemats into a box and then went back to the bedroom so he could see what was left in the box. A few mugs that could actually be used and put away, then some clothing. The clothing was mostly Zaid's so he scooped it up and put it off to the side to be folded and put away.
"I think we cleared this one. Were you trying to get to the box under it?" Zaid broke down the now empty box so Jude could reach his own clothing.
Zaid felt one ear quirk slightly at the mention of heavy weights. He was used to lifting pots full of sauces now and carrying trays, the usual kitchen grunt work, so he wasn't completely lacking in muscles. But training with intention would be new, and it sounded painful. But, no pain no gain? That was the saying right?
Zaid felt his ears and nose direct him toward coffee before realizing what he was doing. The casual nose twitch probably wasn't missed to his companion, and he opted out of explaining himself. She had spent a short amount of time as him, after all. His sense of smell wasn't as powerful as many mutants, but it was enough it got them in the direction they needed, and they found outdoor seating. Zaid politely offered the chair to his friend then sat in one himself, making sure the jacket still covered his ears. The waitress who came over seemed a little confused by his choice of attire in the warm air, but then she caught a glimpse of one ear and a small 'aha' moment seemed to click.
"Just black tea for me, actually. Jude drinks the coffee." He gestured to the bag they had retrieved, and the cause of all the ruckus.
Zaid found himself sidetracked with his box of towels when Jude's voice changed direction. He caught sight of Jude shirtless in the kitchen, and took a detour instead. He was just being helpful, yup. Not just there to admire the view.
He offered his boyfriend one of the small hand towels they had kept, and gave a slight smirk when he did. "I really need to take Rhia up on that workout offer. You're a lot more fit than me and I'm jealous." Working in a kitchen kept him thin, but Zaid found it bordered on scrawny more than he wanted to admit. It was difficult to go back to unpacking now. He blamed Jude for being distracting.
Zaid did a mental inventory of the flat and what they had already uncovered that needed fixing. "It would be easy to make that spare bedroom an office. It's out of the way enough you wouldn't be interrupted all the time, and I think Layne did some work in there already. The floors were done at least. I'm still not sure what to expect from the wiring...
And...I think the kitchen is fine. It's ten times better than what I had. I am still learning so honestly I don't even know what I would want in a kitchen yet." Would he want an island? Or little hooks to hang pans on like his work had? He never had to make these choices. He picked the towels up again and decided it was a good sign to finish unboxing before the ideas of remodels gave him anxiety.
Towels away, he broke down the box and retrieved the next one with the rest of the sheets they decided to keep. Things were already looking more habitable with just the little work they did. "Don't you have a meeting later? Did we find your clothes?"
"The Fable of Linkle. I was going to dress up as Zeldio. He was in Ultra Fight Siblings, you know, he was the one with the green hat and tunic? But in the game he has this hat that is bunny ears, and I thought it would be fun to...well, make my ears that." It sounded a little silly saying it out loud, he hoped it would make more sense once he was actually wearing the outfit. The idea was still on his mind as he was upstairs looking for the light bulbs, and then when he had almost fallen through the second story floor.
Was it a bad idea to move here?
Zaid pulled his leg free and rolled to the side, then leaned so his face could glance down to where Jude was. The hole was...okay, it was larger now that the bunny had almost fallen through it, but it looked like maybe it had only started as some sort of minor break. "Layne would have warned me if she had known this was here...she gave me a heads up on some of the other problems. And no, I don't think it's a bad idea. I just have bad luck. I thought rabbits were supposed to be lucky? Or is that only the dead ones..." Zaid asked mostly to himself. How lucky could a dead rabbit really be, though?
He looked around and found something to cover the hole better for safety, and then collected the light bulb and returned downstairs. He did the proper thing and grabbed a step ladder to change out the burnt out bulb, talking more as he did.
"I mean, it needs work. Okay, a lot of work. But it's way bigger than any place we could afford. And...I know it's sort of a mess right now, but when it's fixed up, it'll be the sort of home you can be proud to live in," Zaid changed out one bulb and then connected the other. This was done without incident, and the light returned when it was secure.
Climbing back down, he dusted off his jeans, trying not to note the large rip in one leg. His ears sort of gave him away though, going back with unhappiness. He didn't want Jude to regret this. It was a bad start though.
"I just, I didn't want you to be stuck in some cramped run down place with me, but I guess this isn't looking like a much better alternative. But if we get things fixed up, find somewhere to cram all my nerdy stuff, we can make a nice sitting room or something in case you need to have your boss over or something? Uh, I mean, it has extra rooms, maybe like an office since you're doing so much with BlacTac?" He had to force one ear back up, then the other. No droopy ears. They could do this!
He grabbed the box of towels and started hauling it toward the linen closet, more determined to make things look better. If he had to go and buy something to fix the floor today, so help him, he would!
Zaid laughed at Jude's comment about the manga character, "I would never recommend you to be a character with some type of horrible background. If I subject you to dressing up, you must be properly prepared with the nerdy knowledge to go with the attire. Although, it's more fun if we find something you actually enjoy reading or watching."
They would get to that, eventually. Zaid had tried not to throw Jude face-first into all the Japanese plus gamer culture, but a lot of the habits came with living together. And it was hard to completely mask what a geek he was when there were plenty of trinkets hiding around. "I think I'm going to be a character from one of my favorite games next." He knew it would be hard to put something together with the move, so the green tunic and bunny hood felt like a safe bet. And if he recalled, the fighting style game with popular characters was one Jude knew.
The pillow was set aside, and Jude was distracted testing for the light switch. Zaid snuck over and flipped the troublesome one, and pointed to the fact nothing turned on.
"I mean, I can start plugging things into outlets tomorrow and see what happens. Or, wait until you get home. Maybe plugging things in first is asking for trouble...." If he ended up getting shocked too horribly he would be stuck alone until someone found him. That sounded a little on the risky side.
Circling the room, Zaid reached out for where he left a notepad the day before, and started writing Japanese characters as reminders to himself. He noted the floor, light switch, and then the upstairs bathroom that needed new tub handles (cold was hot and hot was cold, which had been an unpleasant surprise). He drummed the pen on the page and wrote down dragging the boxes to be donated, and figured maybe Andrea and Erik could help with that if needed. It would be nice to at least surprise Jude with a somewhat cleaner house the next day.
He was about to write something else when the light overhead went out, and he blinked in the darkness, "Hang on, there were light bulbs upstairs. Probably just have to replace it!" He set the paper down and scurried from the room, taking the steps two at a time and popping into the spare bedroom. There were shopping bags with a few supplies he had collected, and the light bulbs were on top.
Downstairs he thought he heard Jude say something, and turned, ear swiveling to catch what was being said. He lost hold of one of the bag handles, and the lightbulbs went rolling away. Zaid quickly snatched the nearest two, then dove after the final one.
He dove across an ugly decorative rug in one corner, and then yelped as his knee when through a completely unexpected hole in the floor.
Zaid didn't cuss often, but having his knee bust through the floor of their new apartment drew a rather unplanned spew of Japanese profanities from his mouth as he took an undignified face plant into the disguisting carpet.
Zaid was relieved as the ice cream moved away from his face. The mom kept her mouth shut, which was as much agreement as could be mustered, and the two of them hurried away. Zaid pulled the hood back onto his head as Rhia escorted him from the main street, face flushing a little with embarrassment. ”I can barely keep my days of the week in order. We are remodeling and it’s been a mess. I think the floor is slanted. I have no idea how to fix a floor. And then, coffee. Clearly I should have drank some caffeine before I left.”
He watched a few more kids pass, many dressed impressively in their Sunday best. Zaid got a few looks, but no one mobbed him this time. That was a relief. ”I mean, all the running was not the gym trip I was planning on. Maybe next round will be more conventional? Weight lifting? Less cardio?” all things considered he was good natured about almost being mugged.
He glanced at her outfit and felt bad all over again, ”Do you need somewhere to sit? I don’t imagine it felt great running around barefoot. I’m sorry, again, really. I have a sort of knack for attracting bad situations like you wouldn’t believe.” or maybe she would? She just witnessed him chased by children after all.
Zaid felt a bit too much like a rabbit and less like a man the longer he hid. Sometimes, having the genes of a prey animal made it difficult to fight through your instincts. One side was saying he needed to get it together and climb down, the other still had his heart racing a million miles an hour and anxiety coursing through him. It was like being two separate people, or, things. He was relieved when Rhia finally called to him.
"Coming!" He at least felt more dignified dropping down, landing on all fours and then brushing his hands off. The hood fell down in the process, but no one mugged him, which was a good sign. He quirked an ear at her explanation, curious what was making her so excited. Together they walked over to where the child and mom were waiting, and Zaid instantly knew what was amusing.
The angry face on the child made him want to giggle, but he kept his face blank. Stuffing his hands in his pockets he waited.
"Sorry, for trying to get you mugged by Easter hunters. Okay, can we switch back now?"
"Moooooom, you have to mean it! Hurry uppppp I want to finish my ice cream. Yours is mint, I haaaate mint," the daughter whined.
The mom grumbled and tried again, "I'm....sorry. I get you didn't mean to upset anyone." She glanced at Rhia. Zaid glanced at the daughter. The adult looked back and grinned, obviously having forgotten what started all this.
"Your ears are still cute even if you aren't the Easter bunny! Can I pet them? Are they soft? Can I get ears too?"
"Uh, thank you. I....I mean they're kinda soft? I don't have a way to give you ears, but I mean, maybe one day there will be a way?" He did not have the heart to stop her from rushing over and petting one of his ears. She almost knocked the ice cream into his face. He stood very still and his nose twitched once as the mint ice cream got close to his shoulder. He gave Rhia another look that maybe it was time to change back before either a) he burst out laughing or b) the ice cream landed in his face.
Zaid was still new to relationships, and more often than not it made him nervous he was doing things all wrong. It didn't help that he was part rabbit. Rabbits and nervous tended to go hand in hand. He wondered where he had flubbed on the towel situation, then wondered where the towels actually were. Hopefully one of these boxes. They had two, but having to wash the same towels every day was not his idea of a winning situation.
Maybe there was a little luck in his life that brought the towels to the next box. Zaid lifted one of the small hand towels out and flashed it at Jude victoriously, "There! Small towels! And actual human sized ones for drying." He made sure no random books were hiding at the bottom of the box before moving it toward the door where it could properly be put away. "You're lucky I work in a kitchen then. I am surprised I have any skin left on my hands after washing them so much. Change gloves, wash hands. Touched my apron, wash hands." Zaid was pretty sure hand soap was one of the first things he unpacked when they moved.
After the towels and Jude's box, they had cleared a sort of opening into the room. There was one more box of clothes Zaid shoved to the 'donate' pile, before he opened one containing manga. "There are lots of cool guys. I mean, not all of them have crazy hair." Zaid pointed to a character with a military style uniform. Lots of buttons, spiffy shoes. "No cape on this one though. We may have to let go of some of your capes," he teased. Zaid looked at the pillows, poking one of them.
"Pretty sure Revie snuggled up against that one. My fur is not that color. Nor do I smell like dog," he noted. He wagged one ear and closed the mangas up for the time being. They needed a bookshelf for those, or, a garage sale. Or he would have to hide them in the closet until Jude made him go through them more closely. One or the other. One struggle at a time.
"I have tomorrow off, I can tackle a few things around here. Just, probably not the floor for now. Maybe Evelyn can help with that... Is it weird to consult a seven year old about remodeling? And did you notice we have a light switch that goes to nowhere? I feel like that's a fire hazard waiting to happen." He wondered if he should buy a fire extinguisher. With his luck, he probably should have something close by.