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.
"Actually, I change my mind. You'd scare off all the competition."
Holy crap, he was crazy strong. If she tried to catch herself on her arms while falling she'd be eating her own teeth for a week.
She plopped her cup back down on the table. Getting her legs under her so she could stand, she sprang from the couch with more elegance than she usually let on being capable of. She'd land on his back with both feet, but, even with as slim as she was, mot of her weight would seemingly be missing.
Without much thought for it he cared or not, she plopped down in a crisscross on him and gradually unphased her body. Her weight slowly returned.
"I don't mind witch. Though I'm sadly lacking in pointy hats and warts." She wondered how many push ups he could do with added weight. Had he ever tried that before? He didn't seem like the type who had many friends being so... straight edge as he was.
"Don't they do this in Kung-fu movies?" Whatever the case, she had resettled herself quite nicely.
She liked Mark. That was a lie, she hated his guts. If he died she wouldn't care at all.
Xavier came over to get a look at her collar and she helpfully pulled her hair out of the way. She didn't care if the damn thing shocked her again as long as he could get it off, and she could remove the foreign object wreaking havoc on her innards. She waited with baited breath as he worked, the fingers of one hand digging into the flesh of her stomach... waiting.
As soon as that wonderful tink graced her ears, she reached on in up to her wrist and ripped the newly phased phone from her stomach. It was still belting out Despacito at them, but the battery was close to being dead.
Almost instantly as soon as it was removed all the pain went away... She would probably need to swing by and see about getting it all checked out, but she was willing to bet that it had just been stuffed somewhere too small for the space it needed.
Really, she could have cried some more from how happy she was to be pain free and able to use her powers again. "So much better..." She launched at him, gifting a quick thankful hug before disentangling to straighten her clothes back out and put her phone away. She probably would have kissed him too, but she kinda needed a stool for that.
The approaching footsteps brought a whole new feeling into the mix.
She was pissed! How DARE they take her power away from her? Her control!
Her face was red from anger and set into a deep frown and she stooped to pick up the broken collar. The second someone poked their head around the door frame, she rushed them. A few bullets popped off from a gun the guy had been holding, but they passed right through her. She trotted to a stop just outside the room, past the man who had dropped to his knees while screaming and gripping onto his midsection desperately.
She had his gun in one hand, and the collar was mysteriously missing from the other.
Did she have faith that big, beautiful One In A Million would swoop in and save her?
Well, it'd be nice, but the guy was about as dense as a block of cheese in some ways.... so she could only hope and pray.
... She was gonna die in here.
She might have been freaking out more about the whole abduction thing and what they had planned for her, had it not felt like god was twisting a corkscrew into her guts.
Where had her phone ended up even? Was it just floating around in there between things? Was it currently making its way downtown to her lower intestine? She wasn't sure which scenario rang true, bit it felt like all of them combined.
Retching above a pile of both lunch and breakfast in one corner of the room, she was a little pleased that at least nothing else was going to come up.
"Hey Miri, play despacito."
And thus, when Golden boy actually showed up to bust her ass out of here, she was curled up in a miserable ball on the floor with that song having played on loop for nearly an hour now. The look she shot him was anything but impressed, thought maybe that was just due to the massive pain coursing through her body.
"... Hi Mark... Took you damn long enough to get here, Adonis." Her voice was hoarse from all that puking she'd done earlier. "Thought I was gonna die in here."
A new wave of agony spiked, and she curled into herself further with a groan.
"Unwittingly, yes, they're really @#$%ed me over one. Actively, no, they didn't actually hurt me."
She slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position, careful not to move anything directly tied to her midsection too quickly.
"Does Mark have something to unlock this?" She tapped a fingernail on the dark collar around her throat. "I can't use my powers with it on..."
He didn't drink? "What a shame. Here I thought I was gonna rope you into being my wingman." She was being sarcastic, though she wasn't sure if he would get it.
"Thanks, i'm rather proud that you had me pegged as a city first upon first impression. It took a while to get all the mud scrubbed off."
She blinked as she listened to him explain himself. "You have a naked Tuesday? What a coincidence, I have a naked monday through Saturday. I only wear clothes on Sundays." She was wearing clothes literally right now, but whatever.
Had she gotten in from the balcony? Was she crazy fast? "Nope. I don't do balconies in the dead of winter." Setting her own cup down, reluctantly, she wiggled her fingers in the air. "It was Magic! I'm a wizard."
So far with her limited time in New York she had discovered quite a few things that were different from the small towns she was used to. First of all, the traffic.
"What de hell do yuh mean de Red Sox are gonna win, or what?!"
Man, traffic was a dummer. She really liked her little red junker car, but the people in this city seemed a little too happy to ram their cars into you instead of like, letting you merge. It was a little scary.
And then there were all of the birds...
"I said what I @#$% said, are yuh deaf, or what? Red Sox are gonna trounce de yanks dis year! Okay? Trounce! Okay?!"
Yeesh there were a lot of pigeons. Juniper was used to a few here and there, but not the hitchcock esque flocks she could run into while walking past a park bench. She almost felt sorry for the little skyrats, all having to fight over crumbs thrown by senile Abbigails on sunday afternoons.
" I'll trounce yuh, yuh carp faced @#$%!"
Oh, and she supposed the sports was a big thing too. Apparently baseball was the top tier sport to follow, enough so that things could get very tense very quickly. Juniper used to barstool throw downs in honky tonk bars... she was not used to whatever Lord of the Rings dwarf battle was about to throw down here. New York was blessed with a lot of good looking people with a few gods in the flesh peppered in to keep things spicy. She appreciate that side.
There were also a lot of short and hairy, violent sports fans. She was currently sitting on the outskirts of the scuffle, watching as the funniest fistfight she had ever seen went down. There was hair pulling, spittle, curses she couldn't understand most of because of heavy accents, and sports memorabilia flying everywhere.
A foam finger landed with a slight plop at her feet. She just kinda toed it a little, un-convinced it would be worth picking up if someone elses sweaty hand had been in it.
Her frap cup crackle at her as she wiggled her straw about to try and get more whipped cream. Someone sent a shoe flying overhead and bored, half lidded eye followed it's trajectory. She pointed her new foam hand at it and closed an eye.
Wait, when had she picked it up? Meh. Didn't matter. Red Sox #1 fan she now was.
"Nah, just getting warmed up. I don't get sick often. Nothing survives a good ol' fashion vodka purge." That was a joke. She hated vodka.
He said something about coffee but she wasn't paying attention. She was squinting at the spines of all his books trying to figure out what they were. Didn't know more than half of them. The education department of her brain was still sadly lacking so much from her upbringing of sudo sciences and snake oils. Sometimes she really hated her parents for it.
When he came back with coffee she shouldn't have been surprised, but she was. She'd forgotten her initial impression of him from that first meeting. "You are a god, good sir~" As soon as she could she had that hot cup in her hands and primed under her face, soaking up the heat.
"Smack dab in the middle of Ohio." She answered, in regards to where she was from. "About an hour away from civilization and off the grid, because, again, my parents were dirty hippies." There wasn't a hint of anything bitter or sour in her tone. She didn't care enough to get riled up about it anymore.
Equally as surprising was him being okay with her nightly activities. Again, such a strange dude. "Won't bother me none." She'd just buy ear plugs if she needed too. No skin off her nose.
THe way she looked at him as he explained what it was he did for a workout bordered on confusion, as her eyebrows rose a little higher toward her hairline. "Cool, I guess." She'd never really gotten into athletics of any kind. Hadn't gone to school when she was younger, so no intro to sports, and her metabolism just seemed to naturally keep her thin without needed to really work for it. She actually lamented not having more of a bust, or butt. Thick thighs save lives, and hers were like twiggy little french fries.
Then Xavier busted out a question that threw her for a bit of a loop. Maybe it was the time of day or the lack of proper sleep that left her not quite understanding. "Which part? The me coming over- cuz you did totally invite me- or the popping in and surprising you?" A bit of a cattier look bloomed on her face.
She sneezed into her blanket and shivered violently for a moment before recovering. "Nah." A sniffle, she rubbed an eye with a fist. "Who knows, maybe he's busy fixing a bunch of other stuff." She shrugged, and her blanket cocoon shrugged with her.
Her eyes trailed after him tiredly as he moved about, but not in a predatory fashion. She was too tired and cold for that, and had scratched that particular itch the night before. "Too cold to sleep." She didn't even seem ashamed for what he had mentioned. He wasn't freaking out over it, so why should she? "Not as cold as a last year in Nebraska, but at least I had those cowboys to keep me warm."
Ah... such fond memories. She'd learned how to use spurs that night.
"If i'm ever too loud just bang on the wall or something. I get real carried away pretty easy." Another yawn, and this time she shrugged out her arms to stretch in a warmer environment. Her back popped audibly and she very nearly purred like claude.
"So this is how you get your beach bod, huh?" It was a lot, but it seemed right up his alley. "I think this might be more effort than a lot of the pro's put in."
How she had gotten into this particular pickle was less important that what she was currently focused on. Yes, it was probably vastly interesting getting to hear all about how two men had tried to pull her into a van, only to discover that they physically couldn't get a hold on her. It would be a bunch of fun re-telling how she had stood there, watching them confusedly try time and time again while getting progressively angrier, all while casually sipping on a frappuccino. It might even be entertaining throwing in a little tidbit about how she had decided to humor them at the expense of her coffee, and allowed them each access to an arm so that they could drag her into their shady ass white van.
No, those details were not nearly as important as what she was experiencing now.
100% undiluted regret.
Perhaps it was the fact that they had produced a strange collar from somewhere that only seemed to activate if she tried to phase it off. Perhaps it was from the near crippling pain currently radiating around her stomach, due to the fact that her phone had been trapped within her bowels somewhere when they cut off access to her power... or maybe it was the crippling fear she had of not being fully in control of herself anymore.
Whichever it was it @##$in sucked and could go eat an entire ass.
"Raaagh!" Juniper was currently doubled over and heaving from the pain, strings of spittle still clinging to her lips from the last retching session. This was worse than every hangover she had ever had in her whole life, all combined into one. Worse than any withdrawal she had ever felt.
A stupid little meme sending device was going to be her downfall, and she only had herself to blame.
"Miri." Her stomach gave off a muted chiming sound as the voice assistant activated. "Call... Xavier."
"...no contacts found under Savior."
"Rrrg!" Deep breaths, Juniper.. deep breaths. OW! Sharp stabbing pain, not that deep. "Miri, call X-A-VIER."
"Ok. Calling Xavier." Her stomach started to ring. She could feel it in her ribs.
Her abductors didn't seem that smart. They hadn't covered her eyes or anything the whole drive over or anything. Maybe they had been a little too surprised by her nonchalant attitude about the whole thing up until now. Still, she wasn't exactly sure where she was, but it hadn't felt like they had gone very far from home. Whatever the case, they had locked her in some little room in an industrial garage of some kind and left her to her own devices. All that screaming probably scared them away she guessed.
The phone rang a few times before it was picked up. "Xavier! My buddy. Pal... Guess who needs saving? It's me-" She grunted at the pain, "-ya girl."
Passing along a few important bits of information, and a very strange struggle to get the maps app on her phone to list her location, she was able to hang up.
"Sometimes I go by Bonnie,yes." She smirked back. Oh, that rang true more than he would ever know.
She laughed at his next statement. It had been pretty funny! "I'll try with something other than my eyes next time then." Bending at the waist to scoop up her chonk of a cat, she gave a little wave and parted ways. Shutting and locking her door with a click.
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A few days later she virtually appeared out of thin air on his couch, bundled up in blankets with a visible shiver. It was virtually the crack of dawn but she had heard him moving around doing something already. With his offer that she could come over if she wanted, she didn't even feel slightly bad slipping through the wall like she had.
She had yet to announce herself, but while stifling a yawn she was sure he'd catch on quick. Bits of blond hair were spiking out from under her blankets, and it was clear she was still in her jammies from the night before. Luckily for him she always slept in large comfy shirts and shorts.
"Yo."
A beat passed. "Nice modifications. Landlord's gonna have an aneurysm if he sees." F that greasy douche though, he still hadn't fixed her heater.
"Mind if I warm up a bit?" She was curious as to what he was always doing up so early anyway.
Junipers eyebrows shot up in surprise when he invited her into his own apartment. She's spent the last 15 minutes making very obvious passes at him that he had deflected. "Thanks." She was a little caught off guard by the niceness. This guy was weird. Maybe he was secretly a serial murderer in his off time.
She skipped any further pleasantries, unsure of how to respond to that further. She pushed her door open a little to start putting her bags inside and a black and white fluffball raced out from inside in a blur. The feline wound himself around her legs in a few quick circles, before stopping to sniff a few bags.
"You'll do fine." She replied back to Xavier, reaching down to scratch her cat behind the ears in greeting. Said feline turned to the blonde giant next, focusing it's only eye on him. The other was missing from a surgical procedure before she had even adopted him years ago. "You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, and if you run into anything confusing you can ask me. I'm pretty familiar with most things by now." Her cat was now throwing itself into twining around Xaviers ankles, purring loudly and leaving fluffy black fur clinging to his costume.
"That's Clyde, by the way. He's as much of a shameless hussy as I am so you'll probably see him a lot."
She looked at him, and there was a dull look in her eyes for a moment before the spark snapped back into them. "Can't argue with that, I suppose. Hell, maybe after a while you'll inspire more of your type to pop up all over the place... and hey! Leave alcohol alone, it's some of my best friends."
In regards to her heater, she paused while sliding her key into her lock. "That sounds exactly like an intro line for a porno." She snickered immaturely for a moment, "But in all seriousness management wouldn't want just anyone messing with their shit. Might break a lease rule if you're not careful with that."
She blinked at him as her age came into question. "I'm 19. I've been on my own since 15." Three years wasn't much, but in that time she'd been in at least a dozen or more different apartments across a few states. "My parents moved to Hawaii and joined up with that skeezy Buddhafield cult, sooo... here I am. Living my best life."
"It takes all kinds." She stated simply, expression becoming a little bit bored as she stared straight ahead. "Some folks don't wanna trust the clean cut types. Some want to see scruff, or people still struggling with their nature." Man, she didn't like having to put much thought into stuff. Real downer on the mood. "Human nature is placing your ideal image of something on the closest possible match." She glanced up at him through her lashes without moving her head. "Appearances shouldn't really matter if the job is still getting done... And yeah, the spandex was a little silly, but man did it ever show everything off."
The doors opened and she stepped out, heading for her room as well.
"It's been a little quiet, but it always is after moving into a new place. You gotta let it break in before all the little problems start to creep up." Transferring her bags awkwardly to one arm, she set about fishing her keys out. "My heaters been out for a bit, so there's that. Management doesn't seem too keen on jumping at repairs."
A truth. Her heating system had been on the fritz now for a few days. With temperatures dropping outside it was more than noticeable. Thankfully for her she had a few decent blankets, and a new pile of clothing to keep the chill at bay.
"But it's whatever. All apartment are like that. I've lived in a dozen or more since I left home."
"A week? Yeesh, sounds like you're a natural." Was he good at everything? Everything~?
She had no mail, other than a light bill and some ads already. She didn't fail to notice what looked like a letter with handwritten to and from addresses though. Mista been nice having someone to get letters from.
"It's like a second skin, yes." It was always tempting to show it off to people, but, considering her night job, she often held back to a degree. "Don't even register that i'm using it half the time." It was a lie, but she thought it made her seem more mysterious.
Once they were in the elevator she nodded. "So i've heard." She pursed her lips a little. "I always liked that Masochist guy. Heard about him alot even over in the dirt states. Guy was ripped. Shorter than you though." She whistled, rocking on the balls of her feet a little. She'd tap that too. Didn't care that he was old as dirt.
Eventually they had ascended to the third floor. It dinged charmingly as the doors opened.
Well golly, if that wasn't the most adorable reaction to one of her tricks she'd ever seen. He was a precocious giant dreamboat, wasn't he?
"Correct-o-mundo my fine fellow." It's funny, the few bags she was carrying now didn't seem to bother her at all. Though she did seem to be paying more attention to where she was walking. "The odds are so rare you could say it was meant to be, amiright?" Juniper tossed a grin over one shoulder, nose crinkled and eyes little crescents that promised all sorts of shenanigans.
"I've had my power since I was a teen. How about you?" Their apartments were on the right, she headed for the inlet that led to the front entrance and jabbed the entry code in so the door would unlock. A loud buzz broke the sounds of nearby traffic and the mechanism unlocked. She waited to see if he was going to open the door like she assumed he would, given his actions thus far. If he did she'd thank him, if not she'd open it herself and hold it for him too.
Once inside she'd stop by her little locked mail slot to see if anything had come, collect her items, and head down the hall where the elevator and stairs were. After pressing the call button, she glanced him again while waiting.
"So are you doing the hero thing on your own, or going to that fancy School for the X-men?"
He was genuinely cute. Adorable even. An all around stand up guy.
How the hell had he survived this long?
"Hey, don't worry about it buddy. That's what heros are supposed to do, isn't it? Act first, think later?" She wasn't oblivious to the fact that she was at an arm's length now. It was honestly amusing. She patted him on one of his gorilla arms, "Seems like you are doing a great job to me."
As it turned out, they were next door neighbors. She wondered if that was gonna poke holes in her alibi or not, but didn't have the energy to care too much. It made it easier for her to try and wear down those impenetrable anti-flirt walls of his.
"Ah." She spotted the bags, some tipped over in the gutter some still standing. Everything had been splashed with much and old rain water. "No biggie." She headed on over now that she was on her feet to pick one of the shirts up.
"Wanna see a magic trick?" Holding it in two hands, she held it aloft and made a grand show of how much dirt was on it. Then, while making a surprised face, she snapped it real quick in the air and all the dirt fell right off, growing stains and everything. "Ta-da~!"
Pleased with herself she plotted it back into its bag and started pulling them out of the filthy gutter. She'd clean the rest off the old fashioned way once she was home.
