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.
"It's funny you thought we weren't leaving together, since that was my plan all along. I'll not argue with free alcohol thou-" Something exploded violently behind her and sent a chair sailing across the bar. Turns out the fireplace had been a gas one!
"We should go. Meet you out back!" She hopped from her seat onto the bar, and then jumped forward toward the decorated wall behind the bar and straight through it. Apparently fire couldn't hurt him, nor water, so she was sure he would be fine. She sure as heck wasn't going out the front where everyone would be gathered.
She escaped just as the fire alarms kicked on and water started spraying from the ceiling.
Out in the back, she was fiddling with a suddenly empty bottle she had been gifted, flipping it around in the air and catching it. She had a general idea of where to get him pants, if he insisted, and wondered where the rest of the night would end up taking her.
More arson? Xavier would be mad. Wasn't he out on a night patrol or something? Man, that would be awkward.
She spotted Zippo, was distracted by his glorious pecks and shiny fire, and dropped her bottle. It shattered everywhere.
Would be explode if she threw a bottle at him? Hm, best not to find out. She'd have to live with the shot jokes for now. "I'll let that one slide because i'm lazy."
A few drinks in and her little bottle was already mostly empty. They never lasted long. "Got a hot temper then? Guess it goes with the aesthetic." My oh my, he gave her alcohol! Juniper was a free elf now. Now the fun got to start!
"My hero~!" She clutched it to her chest dramatically. "You know how to give the best gifts."
She paused, glancing back as the bar became slowly more and more engulfed in flames.
"To me. I don't think the rest of them appreciated the other gifts."
Was she an accomplice to arson now? She didn't think so, since she hadn't actually set anything on fire. She'd even put that little one out! Anyone who said anything different was a fat faced liar.
"So what now? Steal all the booze, burn it all down, and walk out of the ashes like Jesus?"
"You can say that, but you'd be wrong." She grinned at him and winked, stealing an abandoned seat and spinning in a circle. "It's not the size that counts, it's how you use it~"
He fixed himself a drink and she thought that was a great idea. She reached on in through the counter like it was normal and fished around under neath until she snagged something that felt like a bottle. Pulling it out, she discovered it was vodka. Bleh! Her face screwed up for a moment and she tossed it over a shoulder before diving back in for something else.
She was much happier when she caught a small, half full bottle of tequila. "Excuse you, I am at the very least a full glass of wine." The cap popped off the bottle with her thumb and she threw back a gulp.
"I don't often pick fights with people, but what can I say... you are too hot not to bother."
Oh. God. Effing. Dammnit. Why was everyone in this damn city 15 feet tall?! He easily dwarfed her, and he was still stark naked and pretty flames were dancing all over his body and...
@#$%.
Now she was interested, wasn't she?
"Hey now, don't take it out on the alcohol! What did booze ever do to you?" She still looked pretty bored. She was going to win that war, at the very least. "Challenges are usually pretty fun, but pissing matches aren't usually my forte. Too much effort."
Oh, okay. He was really going to burn the place down. Well.
Um.
Okay. So that was happening. She watched as he moved around, again, still naked as a newborn babe, and lit things on fire with his hands and his feet. She started looking for an umbrella with her eyeballs. "Aren't there any other challenges we can do instead? I'm really good at twister." She paused, phasing her feet so she could hop from one flaming foot step to another. "Naked twister is fun too."
Almost everyone had left at that point. No one appreciated their game. She hardly appreciated their game, but at least she wasn't bored anymore.
Ooh, look. He was good with his fingers. How quaint. She watched the little fireball grown, frowning a bit at it a bit. It came arching toward her glass, and hand, and she seemed unconcerned. It passed harmlessly through both and landed on the floor next to her shoe. "Can we not?" She sighed, already exasperated.
She leaned down and upturned her glass on it, melting ice ball and cup putting the little growing flame out instantly.
"I don't want to play fire woman tonight if it involves actually putting out building fires. That's boring."
People were running from the bar and she hardly noticed. "Usually you start small with @#$%ing wax or something, not arson."
She pointed up at the sprinkler system rigged to the ceiling. "I also don't want to walk out of here looking like I jumped in a pool, Thank you very much."
She blinked, but managed to keep the surprise off her face. She met his bored expression with one of her own and shrugged her shoulders lazily. "I dunno, but they probably have insurance for it, so..."
The bartender shouted something, which Juniper ignored. Blue fire man had climbed out a little, and now she didn't think her nickname for him worked anymore. Cinderella was out, she needed something new.
Zippo! Yeah. He was a little spicy zippo lighter. The blue flames were pretty cool, honestly. Wasn't blue an indicator of a hotter temperature or was that a myth? She shrugged mentally.
"I'm having a blast now, actually. Most fun i've had all night." She paused, eyeing him a little before grinning. "Wish i'd brought some marshmallows."
Juniper jerked to a stop at the voice-- that accent--and turned to peer over her shoulder at fireplace man. Fire man? Cinderella. He was Cinderella now.
"Sure. It's kinda cold out here anyway."
The other woman was cowering away, tripping over herself to flee from Cinderella as fast as possible. That was silly. What was he gonna do, burn the bar down?
She heard one of the staff complain quietly, and it carried through the rest of the bar on a whisper.
"What are you anyway, some kind of spicy new duraflame log?"
Juniper had seen a lot in her time. Cowboys, bank robberies, crazy strong powers, intense trips through the woods where the trees waved back at you...
But she had never seen a naked man curled up in a fire in the middle of a packed New York bar. She could strike that one off of her bucket list now.
She'd come in to have a drink or two, scope out any potential partners for the night, and to get out of her apartment for a bit. Her cat was driving her up a wall with constant meowing for more snacks. Her fake ID was more than passable, so she'd gotten in pretty quick considering the line. It helped that she was hot upon first glance, even if she didn't bother with makeup any/more.
She'd already walked in a circle around the bar once, gotten hit on and hit on a few people herself, and now she was here... in front of a fireplace staring at a very pretty butt while sipping on her Scotch on the rocks.
Again, just to reiterate, why was there a pleasant on the eyes naked man sleeping in a fire place? Not that she was complaining, just... Why, New York, why?
"He's been there like an hour." A voice popped up to her left. Her eyes lazily slid to a semi attractive woman who had popped up out of nowhere. "Everybody's afraid to wake him up."
"Why?" That sounded dumb. Wasn't a person in a fire place usually a reason to panic?
"I don't know, that's just what I've heard. Pretty nice looking isn't he?"
Juniper sipped from her drink again, smacking her lips a little. She was gonna have to bounce from here soon. Nothing had really caught her attention yet.
"Meh. I like my steak rare. He's been in there too long." Her cup was empty. She needed to fix that.
Handing the cup with a ball of ice in it off to a bewildered woman, she turned to head back to the bar.
She slid to a stop before she could crash into him, blinking up the five stories to where his head was. Man, he was really in the clouds up there the way he was speaking. Her nerves got the better of her and set her on edge.
"That's not true... it's just really easy to seem brave when nothing can physically hurt you." She couldn't meet his eyes. He could be a little too intense sometimes... So she turned her head stubbornly to stare at something else until they started moving again.
The kitchen was... a kitchen. A nice kitchen, but not something super out of the ordinary. The library was huge, big enough she was sure nerds probably couldn't manage themselves in it. She wasn't really super into books though, aside from the smutty fan-fictions she found online. They passed through so many rooms and places that by the end of it all she was bored out of her mind. The snack had helped a little, but jesus there was only so much of a garden she could take in one go. She kept her thoughts mostly to herself, expression shifting only a few times when Xavier dropped an interesting fact or kernel of information she hadn't known.
Finally they arrived at his locker, one among many, many other lockers. She waited, watching him stare at it in silence, before she shifted on her feet slightly.
Pressing the opposite hand to her eye, she was thoroughly focused on not uttering every single curse word she knew at the top of her lungs, and didn't notice the semi question or do-not-test-me voice being used by the presumed uncle.
How quickly did eye injuries swell? Was she going to have a black eye, or was it gonna get all swollen and she'd look like Quasimodo for a few days? Were there even any bell towers in New York?
Her eye was watering pretty back so she kept it squished shut in what she was sure was a very attractive, and around that time the little girl latched onto the hand supporting her and started dragging her along. Juniper offered zero resistance, since she didn't want to get owned again by anyone else in Yankees gear, as the small child led them away from the scuffle.
Squinting through her good eye, she tried to make sure she didn't trip or cause any more harm to herself along the way. Once they were safe, she went back to covering her eye with her hand and offered a wobbly smile to the girl.
This was awkward. She'd kinda figured she'd save the day a little and then be off on her merry way. She wasn't the type to stick around for praise or anything. The green eyed girl had put her in a bit of a spot.
"Thanks. Um... I, er... like your hair?" Shit, how did small talk go again? The kid was safe now, right? She could hobble off with her tail between her legs now, right?
Crap, she probably had to wait for the guy to come collect the kid again.
"And no, I didn't turn you into a ghost. It's kinda like 'The Blur', when he goes super fast and becomes intangible? Like that." She knew the kid couldn't have been whoever had interrupted her power, or... turned it off, so she knew she could use it again right that moment. It had probably been someone in the mob, or... maybe elbow woman herself. She had been the closest.
Anyone could be redeemed? A big part of her wanted to believe that, for various reasons other than her part time job. A smaller, louder part of herself scoffed openly at the very idea. Someone like him, even with some sadness peppered into his story, had no clue what redemption looked like to her. It felt like a pipe dream at best. Even if she wanted to attempt something like that, there were physical and mental things propped up like roadblocks. Ones she couldn't just phase through.
She kept her mouth shut though, knowing better than to try and talk redemption with a soon-to-be x-man.
Her whole face bloomed with color at him laughing at her. She very nearly matched her red hat. "Well why put a fricken spot for it then?! I thought you people were supposed to follow rules!" The lady at the desk behind them was chuckling as well. Juniper wanted to sink through the floor and die.
Even more so when Xavier adopted a drawl to make fun of her some more. She pulled her hat down to cover her face entirely. "I don't care if I break my hand on your stupid abs, I will punch you and you know you can't stop me." She wasn't gonna, strictly because she probably actually would break something if she tried.
Peeking back out from beneath her hat, she frowned grumpily at him.
"Might as well. It'd be nice to see what you are always geeking out about."
At first, she hand intended on being the worm, but the bank was busy the last time she had stopped by to check it out. So, second mouse it was.
Some all seeing deity hated her though, so the second time she swung by this particular bank to snoop around and check out security, it was actively being held up by some other bank robbers.
What the hell, New York? This was the fifth time in a week over of her marks had been held up by someone who was definitely not her. It was making her grouchy, and she was starting to worry about her finances.
She wasn't exactly sure what was going on in there as by the time she had shown up police were already on the scene with perimeters set up and everything. She was standing just outside of the yellow tape with a little crowd that was starting to form, sipping a coffee and watching a TV crew off to her left gabbing away details about the crime in progress.
She half expected to see Xavier pop up out of nowhere with his cape flapping behind him.
Tucking one hand into a pocket of her coat, the same one which still had her guest sticker and full name emblazoned across it, she pondered what to do next. Especially since it looked like the cops were getting ready to start dispersing everyone from the area. Juniper started to turn to leave the area herself.
"-unknown number of hostages inside, but from reports we currently know that there at least some women and children--"
She paused, almost empty coffee cup hovering near her lips but not quite touching.
--heavily armed group, all wearing what appear to be masks of some members of the X-men. We don't know much more, other than threats of retaliatory violence if police--"
Dammit, why couldn't people just wait until everyone was gone and then rob the place? Was he really necessary busting in during the lunch hour and throwing your weight around with weapons? At the very least, even if she stole for a living, she went about it in a way that left the rest of the populations the hell alone.
An officer was heading down the line, directing people to head along and leave the scene. She did as told, still mulling things over in her head about what she was gonna do next. Her empty cup landed in a can as she stepped on the curb, but she turned back to look at the scene one more time.
Ah man, she'd been caught staring. She stuck her tongue out at him as he walked past. So what if she wasn't used to materialistic grandeur?
Her tongue snapped back into her mouth hopefully quick enough not to be noticed when he turned back, and she scrambled to catch up. His stupid sky scraper legs easily dwarfed her normal pace, but if she phased some of her body it lessened how much weight she had to lug forward. She caught up quick and dogged his steps after.
"All walks of life, huh?" She seriously doubted that. With a name that had quite a bit of backing behind it, enough to work with police departments, she didn't think there was much truth there. Or at least a different meaning for her, than for Xavier. Sure, she wasn't a hardened criminal by any long shot, but she had a fair share of pretty serious crimes under her belt at this point. Enough that it made her physically itchy being in a place where people served justice for dinner.
It did get her thinking though, about all those kids like Xavier aspiring to be great things... or maybe just aspiring to get a handle on a tricky power. She... she didn't really have anything she aspired to be. It was a day by day thing for her, and some days were better than others.
She was jealous of Xavier in that regard.
Juniper tagged along behind him, getting distracted her and then and then hurrying to catch up again, until they were at the office he had mentioned and she was handed a pen to sign in as a guest.
Aw, man! Why did they need her middle name?!
Grumbling under her breath, she jotted down her full name begrudgingly and was handed a sticker WITH HER FULL NAME ON IT.
"Horseshit." She muttered softly, as she moodily slapped the sticker that screamed 'JUNIPER WILHELMINA BROWN' on her coat. "I hate this already."
She didn't mean it, but Xavier might have been the only one at that point who knew.
Her cheeks darkened again she she pulled her cap down further. "S-shut up! I like being comfortable, okay?!"
Coffee was definitely a before thing. Even though she had the money to buy her own, he insisted, so she let him buy her's too. It was still pretty weird now nice he was all the time while not expecting anything in return. It wasn't abnormal she supposed, but in her minimal social circles she didn't tend to run into many of those types. Heck, she wasn't one of them herself. She almost always expected something out of someone when talking to them. Xavier has fallen into a really strange spot in her life that she wasn't quite sure what to do with yet.
Anyway, once a hot coffee was in her hands they were on their way to his school.
Though, once she had actually seen it with her eyeballs in person, she wasn't sure 'school' did it much justice. Now she knew why some people on the street called it the Mansion instead. Xavier buzzed them in and she followed along like a lost puppy, trying to keep up on shorter legs and also not let on that the sheer size of the place was a little daunting. She felt like people could definitely get lost in there pretty often.
"I'm not surprised, considering some of the cockroaches I've seen in this city." The rocket launcher was a little shocking, just from the strings you'd have to pull to get your hands, er... or whatever buggy feet-tips were called, on one of them.
She was a little nervous going inside the building, if she was being honest with herself. Some of the x's were honorary police, weren't they? Aside from that, deep down she knew she really truly didn't belong in any capacity. The place was supposed to be some haven for struggling mutants who wanted to do and be better. Or, so sparkling idealists like Xavier, who simply wanted to be the best.
She generally just wanted to repress everything and skate by in life until one of her vices inevitably killed her. Not quite the same when compared against each other.
Still, as she stepped on in it was a little hard not to look at least a little impressed. "Wow. That is a huge chandelier."
Him apologizing somehow made it worse. The red in her cheeks flared slightly and, since she was a coward at her very core, she flipped around on her heel real quick to try and escape again. He rushed to stop her, which did give her a reason to pause, if only long enough to hear him out.
You're bored, cause your're here.
Busted! He was on her like butter on a pancake. She scratched a cheek and glanced away pointedly with her lips pursed. How in the hell did someone so big make a pencil behind the ear look so cute?
"I... guess?" She didn't have anything better to do than sit at home and pet her cat. No, that was not a euphemism... This time.
"I've got nothing better to do at the moment." She glanced down at her outfit. Over sized sweater and leggings? Good enough. She'd just need her shoes and a coat. "Let me grab a few things." It hardly even occurred to her that she may have been bribed with coffee to a certain degree.
A few moments later she was out in the hall locking her door behind her, comfy in a trendy coat and an Ohio state beanie (complete with fluffy puff ball on top) pulled down over her ears and forehead. She looked a little goofy in all the over sized clothing, with little twiggy legs poking out from beneath.
As she tucked her keys in her pocket she settled back into a comfortable neutral space.
"I've seen a few schools before, but I don't think i've ever been anywhere near anything like that school. What's it like?"
