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.
A little arson had totally been worth in, in her mind. Zippo, since neither of them had bother to tell each other their names, had more than fulfilled her expectations. She was ready for a nap. Or maybe round seven. who knew?
He was sprawled out on some pants, she was digging through a different rack of clothes looking for something to replace the ones they had inadvertently burned. Or, at least she hadn't had a hand in it. Maybe he had done it on purpose so he'd feel less lonely while being naked? Again, who knew?
She'd already found a few cut articles of clothing as replacements, but stopped and glanced back at him for a moment.
"Yep." She slapped a ball cap on her head backwards. "Though it's not like it's hard to replace. I've got a stash at my place that could rival that bar that burned down." Huh, she wondered if they had put that out yet. She'd have to check the news when she got home.
"Normally this is when I say thank you and bounce.." She grabbed a pair of pants that looked about big enough for him and headed his way, climbing up onto the display he was sprawled on without adding any weight onto it. Didn't need the whole thing crashing out from under them. She sat the pants within his reach and plopped down in a criss cross, while pulling a tank top on.
"Before my carriage turns back into a pumpkin and all that."
A cold shower woke her up pretty good first thing in the morning. She might not have bothered, but the previous night she had run out of things to drink away her sorrows with and it was either get up and get some more, or lay in bed and get sad again. She hated sad.
So, after a freezing shower and having to scrambled around real quick getting clothes on before she froze to death, she started getting ready to face the world again. She trimmed some split ends from her hair, braided it back expertly in a tight french braid , brushed her teeth, and promptly plopped in her couch for a bit to scroll through memes online while under the shelter of a thick, fluffy blanket.
Around that time was when someone knocked. She stared at the door for a bit from where she sat, contemplating who it could have been and why they were bothering her.
Her traitorous cat padded on over and started meowing loudly at the door. With a huff, she slunk from her seat to see for herself who it was.
Of @#$%*&@# course it was Xavier. With... muffins?
"Hold up."
She turned and stared at the wreck that was her living room, clothes and blankets strewn everywhere with at least five empty bottles haphazardly splayed on her counter. Well, at least there weren't any dishes to worry about! She hadn't bothered to cook anything for a week. Junk food for the win!
Scurrying about, she tossed the blankets and clothes back into her room and slammed the door. The bottles ended up under the sink in a recycling bin specifically for alcohol (shutup!) Once the place was decent, she headed back to the door, unlocked the ridiculous number of locks management had put on her door after being broken into, and pulled it open to stare at the tall blond.
She felt extra small today, but was going to blame it on her slightly damp clothes from her shower.
Jesuschrist, He even laughed sexily. This city sure did know how to draw them all in.
She'd been about to open her mouth and add to her demand of a question, when BOOP! There he was. She just about melted for a second, and not from his heat. She usually just adapted to whatever it was her partners wanted to do, so if he wanted to take control she'd let him, to a degree. That didn't stop her from standing on her tippy toes to weave her fingers though his hair and try to pull him closer.
He pulled away to talk and she tried her best not to look to grumpy about it, really she did. "Oh is that all?" She winked, and her clothes literally slumped off of her as she phased right out of them. Now she was standing there, just as naked as he was.
"Think I solved that problem pretty quick."
She stretched back up to try and initiate another kiss.
Was she the only option in the world? No. But she was hot, and currently standing in the same room as him, so that had to count for something. She was also growing a teeny bit bored with the flirting that didn't seem to be leading much of anywhere. Generally she didn't have to spend much time finding a partner for some good ole fashion hanky panky. This interaction was putting a strain on her limited social energy. Was his intent to give her the female equivalent of blue balls? Well, it was working!
She tilted her head to look up at him, unimpressed expression slipped back on a little. She didn't step away or flinch, she even plopped her hands on her hips a little. He was close enough she could feel the heat. What a %$#@ tease.
"I haven't. I'd like to. I'm not terribly ticklish."
She blinked at him, dropped her eyes to his well formed chest for a moment and sighed. "But really, are we @#$%ing or not?" Why did all the tall pretty ones have to be either sexy Chaotic evil, or dense and lawful good?
She grabbed the bottle and he tried to set her other side on fire. What a violent way of teasing someone?! She phased a tiny bit too late, probably because she had a few drinks over her belt herself, and ended up with a slightly singed sleeve. Rude!
She stepped back slightly as she unscrewed her little bottle, bringing it to her lips and raising a brow at him. She didn't bother to answer until after she had taken a few drinks.
"Do you want a resume?" She quipped. "People are good for three things, and three things only." She ticked them off on her fingers as she wandered away a little. "Money, smut, and sometimes maybe a good conversation. In that order. When I left home tonight I was specifically only looking for the second thing."
She shrugged her shoulders dramatically. "If you aren't up for the challenge, then there are plenty of other @#$%s in the sea." She plucked at a sweater on a rack, decided she liked it, and set about shedding her singed one. It wasn't the same as the black pull over she had been wearing, but it would do just fine. "And I still have plenty of time to find another one~"
She kept herself intangible as she changed, keeping in mind his warning about pissing him off again.
"Oh, that is so cruel to use my own words against me like that." She reached for the bottle a little, just to humor him, and took a slight step closer.
You know, this was probably a rather weird situation if anyone but her had been in it. Meeting a naked pyromaniac and then breaking into a store with him to find pants after arson was... well, she hadn't even seen anything like that in any of the Fanfiction she read.
She pondered maintaining a physical form to let him touch her again, or if it was too dangerous to put that much trust in the rather volatile man. "Maybe we can meet half way. You give me alcohol. I let you have clothes." She lifted her hands like she was weight the choices equally.
"and then later I can take them back off for you."
She didn't know, but now she was on the run and the equivalent of a very polite ogre was thundering after her. She barely skidded around a corner trying to remember how he had led her to this point both figuratively and physically. Where was the front entrance? How the hell did she get out!?
He was calling to her too, which made it a thousand times worse, but she refused to stop. Stopping meant having to talk. Explain stuff. Feel feelings.
@#$% that!
He was catching up fast and she was starting to panic more. A window at the very end of the hall became her saving grace and she prepared herself accordingly.
Sorry Adonis, she wasn't ready for this sort of thing yet.
It was clear she continued to belt down the hall that she didn't plan on stopping anytime soon, even with the looming threat of running straight off the 2nd floor quickly closing in.
She passed straight through window and wall, took to the air in a leap, and set about trying to get her legs situated under her as she speedily approached the ground below.
Her landing wasn't perfect in the slightest, but her shoes took the brunt of the impact before she un-phased everything. She glanced back up briefly just to make sure he wasn't going to throw himself out the window after her, because she figured he'd be the type to, before she continued fleeing like a coward.
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A week passed and she had yet to leave her apartment. She had spent a few days equally between drinking herself into a blackout, and sleeping through the inevitable hangover.
She hadn't visited Xavier at all, too scared to face up to questions he probably had.
Juniper noticed the motorcycle, as well as quite a few of the remaining people starting to disperse. An excited murmuring sprang up and people started filtering back in. Well, if they weren't leaving, neither was she!
She recognized the woman who had joined the officers, but couldn't quite pin from where. She strained her ears to try and hear what was being said over the excited chattering all around her.
"Look! Lodestone is here!"
"No, you idiot. She's Valkyrie now! Get with the times!"
Ah, so that's who it was. Wasn't that the one Xavier has wanted to sign his little doll? Mrs.. Grey, if she was remembering what he had said correctly.
She shoved her way a bit closer to the super hero, managing to catch a few words here and there.
”There’s gotta be some way tae peek in th’ back t’ know whit we’re dealin’ wi’ here.”
Oh, well... if it was that simple. Juniper glanced toward the side of the building where a little alleyway led back to where the trash was kept, probably. She could probably poke her head in there and see, if she needed too... but how was she supposed to let them all know what she saw without outing herself? She chewed on her lip a little, ignoring Xavier's stupid face as it popped into her mind and quoted heroic things at her.
Women and children, Juniper. Women and children.
Shoving her way back out from the crowd, she hurried along down that little alleyway. A tall chain link fence separated one side from the other. She walked right through it while searching for a back door, or anything. There was a smaller, cramped walkway that sat directly between the back of the bank and the building behind the bank, just wide enough for a two people fit in side by side.
This would be her entry point.
Now, considering that she hadn't been able to scout the place out first before someone else robbed it, she wasn't entirely sure where the vault was. She did know a general area of where they tended to be placed based on basic architecture designs for banks, so she could start with that. Dropping down low, she crawled forward through the wall in order to peek inside.
She ended up in an office. There was a bank worker inside hiding under his desk, having locked his door the second the heist started. He physically jumped when he saw her, as did she when she was spotted.
So much for being sneaky. "Hey!" She whispered and waved him over. "Come here, i'll get you out!"
A moment later he was free, and she directed him towards where the police were all stationed outside. Maybe he had important information or something.
She crawled back into the office entirely, sneaking over to the locked door and poking her face through at a low angle to try and see what was going on outside the office. There was a very short hallway that led directly into the lobby itself. She could see where the tellers normally stood behind safety glass in the distance, and two figures stationed by the front doors. She seriously doubted there were four crammed in the vault with all of the hostages, so that meant there were two more lurking somewhere she couldn't see.
Slowly edging herself through the door since the masked figures were facing the outside, she crawled on all fours toward the other wall of her little hallway. That was probably where the vault was, in relation to the counters she had seen before, and the little row of office doors leading directly down from her.
Poking her head into a vault was not as easy as through a wall, as the metal used to protect all the money and valuables was often at least a foot or two thick. She would need to try and keep one foot on the outside, or else she'd get stuck.
Maybe, since freeing that one guy had been so easy, she'd just see if she could snatch all of the hostages out.
He took her offer, and thus she extended her power to him as well and tugged him straight through the front entrance with her. He would feel a strange sense of weightlessness for the duration of the walk, until they were inside and she dropped the power.
She glanced at his hand as it snagged her wrist, not really doing anything to pull away to phase out of his grip. A thrill of excitement shivered through her instead. One corner of her lips quirked in a smirk at his question. "Hot stuff, I've got all night to waste away with you."
With that she started walking backwards, hoping to lead him deeper in to where the registers were that could be used as makeshift counters. She didn't want to phase completely out of his grip again, because it was honestly pleasant... but she was starting to wonder how much she could tease him as he had put it before he cranked the heat up again.
This was a better adrenaline rush than sky diving!
"If you get me too drunk I won't let you put any clothing on, though~"
She looked completely cowed for a moment. He wanted her to go to his shiny hero school?
She blinked a few too many times as she tried to form words in her head, before giving up entirely. She... she didn't have much to argue against it. School was school, and he knew too much about her for her to easily come up with a lie. "I... um..." She shifted uncomfortably on her feet.
"...I made friends with you because you are painfully outgoing and friendly. I'd say that's more your doing, than mine."
Crap, she was in a real spot now. Maybe she could scare him off of the topic. "I don't really do crowds and stuff. Attention give me anxiety. I don't know if I could handle it."
A school this big had to harbor a lot of people. Smart people. People who could dig up things from her past and current activities. What if there was a mind reader?!
She was already starting to spiral into a small little fit, staring off at a space just past his elbow as different terrible scenarios played in her head.
"...I can't do this." She took a step back, blinking at him. Stupid tall Xavier and his thousand watt smile, offering hope and happiness and.... and...
She let out a bark of laughter and turned around to walk backwards so she could face him. "That's a valid point, I suppose. I'll relent."
She knew a place with a pretty good window display that generally had clothes. Or they could just go inside if she phased him in as well.
It didn't take long to reach the place, and she stopped before the large outside window with her hands in the pockets of her sweater. "But where's the fun in that?" She responded to his last comment, a lazy grin stretched across her lips.
"Do you want me to pull some out, or do you wanna go inside and pick for yourself? This place is one of the few that has a dinosaur of a security system. Only goes off if something breaks, or a door opens."
She offered him a hand, instilling a little trust that he wouldn't burn her horribly just because he could.
If he took it, she'd pull him on in with her. If not, she'd set about getting him some clothes herself.
The 19 year old stared up at him with her brows raised. "GED? Diploma?"
Then she laughed like he had said the funniest joke. "Nah, my mah didn't bother with any of that. We lived kinda off the grid, remember? Didn't have to send in reports or check-ins. She would just write up her own lesson plans and that's what I would work on for a few weeks." She paused for a moment to reflect on everything she knew about.
"I know more about government conspirasies, Vietnam, and the various applications of herb and flower oils than I know what to do with."
She flushed slightly again, kicking at the bottom of a locker gently.
"I didn't have and brothers or sisters, and I didn't get to meet any kids my age until I would have been in, I think middle school? So I'm not exactly the best at making friends."
She glanced back at the tall teen. "I can tell you what poisonous mushrooms look like, or what an owl ate last by it's pellet."
Juniper chuckled awkwardly, unsure of what to say exactly. She didn't like arguing with kids. "Well, not exactly. I'm just a normal girl who doesn't like seeing little girls get squished." The girl was still holding her hand. Well wasn't that just precious! She was trapped now, wasn't she?
The man came back and she didn't fail to notice that he had seemingly saved a few other people from the fight. That was good. Was that blood? Man, baseball was starting to look worse than hockey if first impressions were anything to go by. She blinked at him, and then at newly named Amber. "Don't worry about it, I'm fine. I'm Juniper."
She was wary of him touching her. Yeah, he seemed to have the best intentions, but she didn't usually make a habit of letting stranger poke at new injuries. Amber was staring a hole in the side of her head though, so she relented with a stiff nod. "Sure, knock yourself out."
She hissed and muttered as indicators of where it hurt, still wondering if her eye was going to swell shut or something equally as horrifying. Hearing that it would need ice was okay, though she would need to pick some up since she was too lazy to bother with ice at home. "It's a little blurry and hard to open, but I can see. Am I likely to turn into Quasimodo any time soon? I need to know if I'm swinging from the roof tops on the way home, or Subway safe."
She tried to grin at Amber a little, hoping her joke passes the kid test.
It was nice to see the festivities dying down a little. Security had jumped in to pull the aggrivators out, and everyone else just wanted to get back to the game.
"Are baseball games usually this... Volatile? I'm new to the sport."
Having been given consent, she stuck her hand in and blindly felt around. "Better not have anything weird in here or I'll never let you live it down, Adonis."
The tips of her fingers edged across something that felt like glossy paper and she grabbed it. She have have concentrated just a little more on pulling it out, since it was special to him and had a bunch of sheets of paper inside.
She presented it to him triumphantly once it was out, not missed up even a little. "There ya go, one limited edition folder."
She eyes the rest of the lockers, wondering if other students ever bothered to try and hide things in their lockers.
"So what's a real class like? Are they as boring as people make it out to be?"
The cheek he poke was solid because she allowed it to be. Juniper reveled in the warmth that contrasted nicely with the chill on the air, and at just how pretty his eyes were up close.
The night definitely hadn't turned out how she had thought it would what with a building burning down behind them, but she also wasn't going to argue against it. She probably should have felt bad, probably... But everyone had already made out safely so at the moment at least she couldn't be bothered. There was a hot guy in front of her, she'd already seen everything he had to share, and he was currently tipping the bad boy scales so much there was clearly nothing on the other side to stabilize it. He was the little shoulder devil incarnate, and also effing huuuge.
"A little bit of both, honestly. It's hard to care about stuff when you have the money to easily replace it, and yes, you are really hot in both senses."
She'd been with bad guys before, you know the types.. hot jerks who were a little too arrogant but still great in bed. She'd never been with full on evil though. This level of bad was cranked past 11, and... Honestly, it was super exciting. Enough to get and keep her interested.
"Can't blame a girl for appreciating the natural beauty of things..." Her eyes dipped a little and she smirked, before phasing her upper half in case he wanted to get handsy. She turned on a heel and headed off down the alley, away from the sirens and smoke. "There is a place down this way that has decent pants, if you're still insisting on them. I don't mind the view as it is though~"
