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.
Svetlana understood the word 'kiss.' Of course. It was always about a kiss. She held on to the dress - why was she wearing a dress too large in the boobs anyway? - and tilted her head. Did she really promise to kiss this lanky teen guy?
>>"In case I have not introduced myself. I'm Jude. My powér likes yours."
A guy that was speaking English to her. Not like she could not get along with exotic foreigners, but he should nave realized by now she was not up to speed on the language.
Jude, that much she got. Also, 'like.' He liked her? That was likely.
"You don't speak Russian?..."
She shook her head and sighed. She pointed at the dress.
"Not good."
He could take that as he liked.
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>>”I would but it is impossible for me to do it quickly! Get bigger and toss ‘em yer making me look bad!”
So she could get bigger. That was new. She had only been wearing this body for a short time, and she was not sure where the limit was. But apparently bigger was still on the table. Her brain was so busy trying to win the fight without squishing the bad guy that the jokes didn't even reach her conscious mind.
Sveta attacked and dodged, slowly increasing the size of her fists and legs and arms and body. Every time she could take the blast a little better, and Damien was backing away slowly. She just had to make sure he didn't get away.
>>”Superhero!”
The distraction worked. Kind of. Sveta and Damien both turned to look.
Sveta was the one that reacted faster. She was mostly fueled by anger at seeing herself with her shirt pulled up, flashing... Well, herself. Luckily for everyone involved, Sveta was used to the sight of her own boobs.
Spinning around, she grabbed Damien by the shoulders and slammed him into the nearest wall. He made a very satisfying sound.
"You'd better start switching bodies back right the **** now." she growled "You might think I'm nice, but I can't vouch for her."
Him. Whatever.
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Svetlana let go of the boy's hand to grab for the front of the satin piece of clothing and hold it to her chest. Whatever was the problem? Clothes didn't usually just...
Oh.
Svetlana glanced around. She was in a spacious room, in a very large building. It was probably some kind of a mansion. The guy next to her was wearing a suit, a tad too big. He looked young. About her age. And her dress was sliding off.
She didn't remember how she ended up in some rich kid's home, but that wasn't exactly a first. He seemed nice, anyway. She could feel a distinct buzz in her head. They probably had some drinks together. Rich kids could usually afford the good stuff. Or take it from their parents' cabinet.
Still, missing part of your evening never played out well. Sveta rubbed her temple with her free hand. She noticed she was wearing a satin glove. Fancy.
"Give me a minute here" she said to the guy "I am having a... weird moment. Uh... where are we again?"
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>>"You weren't treating me like an adult anyway! You can't tuck your boyfriend in to bed, kiss him goodnight, and then go off and do adult things! What? Did you think I couldn't handle it? You think I did this to run away? I WANT A LIFE WITH YOU!"
He said that. Well... yelled it, more like. Sveta blinked, so filled with rage and frustration that she didn't even comprehend at first what he was yelling. And then he stormed out.
The silence was deafening in the room as Sveta watched him go. There was really nothing to say. Not right now, not this angry. As the adrenaline left her she sighed and sank down onto a chair, rubbing her temples with her fingers. It had been a long night.
There were so many thoughts. So many emotions. So many things that had gone wrong. And so many things that still needed to be done, with the human trafficking and all. Yeah. There was that.
She looked up when she heard footsteps. How many minutes had passed? He walked in. She stood to walk out.
He hugged her.
>>"Run away with me."
Physical contact was always too much. Even without the mutual boosting. Sveta allowed herself to lean into him for a moment.
Finally, she sighed, and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"Come on. Let's talk about it tomorrow."
She still held his hand as they started towards the door.
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Jude realized his mistake and was backpedaling so fast she could hear the wheels screeching. He might have looked like a grown-up at the moment, but he definitely was not fighting like one. Then again, maybe no men ever were. Or maybe she just always fought the wrong ones.
>>“I liked what we did tonight. Not the setting. Or the reasons. I liked standing shoulder to shoulder is all.”
Equal opportunity for all vigilantes, regardless of age and gender. Great.
"I'm not the one dat decided high school was more fun." Sveta snapped. Jude made a decision to do things in chronological order for once - for better or worse, he was sixteen again, on his days off anyway. If she really wanted to be honest to herself, that was the choice that bugged her the most. But honesty was overrated.
"Shoulder to shoulder doesn't work if I can't trust you'll stay an adult when things get tough."
Or just stay an adult, period.
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>>"Growing up is exactly the same as putting on a mask when you can put it on age and take it off again. Don't you think I know I'm 16 years old? You're forget the part where to be a legal citizen with all the benefits therein takes more than just marrying someone these days."
Ouch.
Sveta was so taken off guard by the jab that her jaw dropped.
Did he really just say that?...
Apparently he did. And he was on a roll.
>>"I want you safe, Svetty, but I'm not stupid enough to lock you down... I couldn't be with you then because you left me behind. You emasculated me. How could I stand with you when you sneaked out. You trained without me, wouldn't tell me who you were standing for... or against. Hell, Sveta. Was I just a nice roommate? Or did you ever see me as your peer?"
A series of emotions showed on Sveta's face. While a moment ago she had been flushed and ready to fight, not she was stunned into silence. The color drained from her face, making the change all the more obvious because she was dressed all in red.
It had been two years, and nothing really got better by thinking it over.
It wasn't really about the words he said. It was what they implied. It was the implication that he had never seen himself as equal to her. All that time together, he was struggling to catch up to something she had never been.
"You really think dat?" she asked finally, a lot more quiet out of pure shock "You really think I..."
She shook her head.
"I might be a mail order bride" she said finally, squaring her shoulders and looking up at him "But you were not de one that ordered me. I was not paid to be with you. I have a visa. You were a choice. You a**hole."
There was really nothing else to say. If he didn't get the point, it was useless anyway.
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>>“So, what? I’m supposed to walk into that kind of situation with my X-men uniform on? It’s a disguise, Svetty. Same as the mask. I don’t even see why you care, Russian Red, or whatever your name is now. You run around and put yourself in danger all the time.”
"You are **** sixteen years old, Jude!" Sveta snapped "It's not the same! An adult..."
Body
"... growing up is not the same as the mask!"
And apparently everyone awake at the Mansion was going to hear about it. Good thing the conference room was sound proofed.
"And as far as I remember, putting myself in danger was de entire problem!"
That, and the fact that they literally had a fight about it, with guns involved.
"You tell me you can't be with me, if I do dat, and then you turn around and do the same! How is dat fair?!"
Double standards. They both had them.
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>>"Only have to be 16. Besides. Don't see how it's much different from what you're up to."
He got defensive. It was not the right time to get defensive. On top of the adrenaline, and the absolute disgust over what they had seen tonight, Sveta was not in the mood to consider the nuances of age shifting.
"Oh no" she spun around to face him "Oh no you don't. You don't get to do dat. Sam doesn't get to do dat."
Because obviously it was Sam's fault too somewhere in there.
"It is different. You had a choice. You chose to have a childhood. Dat does not involve randomly growing up again, and going to... to missions like dat."
There were reasons to grow up, and that was not one of them.
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Sveta frowned. Why would she want to talk to Sam? Sure, she would have to report later, but she doubted Jude knew she was on the payroll. Just how much did he know about her meeting the ice mutant? The whole thing was uncomfortable. She shook her head and pulled off the mask.
"No, don't wake him up. He's an ass when he's sleepy."
Or so she assumed. Right.
"I guess I'll go" she muttered, turning to walk out. Something bugged her, though. Not the mask, or the suit, or... Maybe all of those. She paused in the doorway to look back at Jude. He looked older than the last time... he was an adult, but not with much.
"So is dis what you do now?" she asked quietly "Adult missions?"
Maybe she'd wake Sam anyway, just to kick his ass.
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"We did the best we could." Sveta said quietly. She would have liked to shut the whole thing down and take all the girls home too. But things didn't usually work like that. The X-men, maybe. But that was why she was on Sam's payroll and not on the X roster.
>>"If you're up to it, Ms. Rosa, the mutants in charge will probably want to ask you some questions."
Rosa nodded. Now that the adrenaline was ebbing away, she seemed exhausted, and she kept looking around, waiting to see what was going to happen next. If Sveta's own experience was any indication, she was not quite sure yet she did not just fall into the same situation in a different building.
>>"I'll just... uh... somebody's probably awake or something."
"Right here" said a new voice as Gemma Taylor walked into the room. She had been alerted that a new person arrived with one of the X-team and the Russian girl she had seen around with Sam. She was wearing her pajamas and a sweater, but smiled kindly at Rosa.
"I can wake up Sam if necessary. But first, I think the young lady needs a room and some food. I'll take it from here."
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She wished the same. They understood each other; she knew he was sick of the whole thing as much as she was, it was a feeling as sure as the power boost. She could have been any of those girls, and he knew that too.
She made sure Greg hurt himself when they kicked him out of the cab.
"Remember what I promised!" she smiled and waved after him. Hopefully she wouldn't have to hunt him down. She might anyway.
>>"Where do you need to go? Can she come to the Mansion?"
"We all go to the Mansion" Sveta decided "She needs a safe place, and we need to tell the rest of the team what's going on, a soon as possible."
The trip to the Mansion was not long. Sveta payed the cab, with the money she got off of Greg before they booted him. She did not like spending a lot of time at the mutant school, but this night was an exception.
"You'll be safe here" she told Rosa as they walked in, then looked at Jude "I assume you have to report in or someting?..."
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Jude had hauled Just Greg onto his feet, looking sufficiently drunk (and maybe as if they had had some rough fun time). Sveta looked at the larger picture. Almost believable.
"Wait."
She glanced at Rosa.
"Dey gotta believe we had some fun in here."
To her credit, the girl got the meaning, quickly tugging her dress out of order and letting her hair down. She wiped the back of her hand across her face, smearing some of the lipstick and the mascara. Sveta did the same, and walking over she also smeared some lipstick on Jude and Greg. They looked roughed up enough.
"All right" she said, looking at Rosa "You only have to make it out of here, and den we are safe. Can you do dat?"
Rosa nodded, with equal parts scare and determination in her eyes. Sveta smiled at her, and then put an arm around Jude's waist. Rosa took the other side, holding Greg up.
They all left the room together. Passed the guard, who looked away with a neutral expression on his face. Wobbled up the stairs, where they met the other host.
Greg stared.
Sveta reached over behind Jude's back and pinched him.
"I like this one" Greg muttered, nodding towards Rosa "She's a keeper. I'll take her to go."
Reaching under his suit he pulled out a roll of cash, and handed it to the host, who made a note in a small book, and glanced at the girl only long enough to see which one it was. Sveta felt sick, and turned to hide her face in Jude's shoulder.
"See honey, why don't you ever buy me something this nice, hm?"
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Sveta rolled her eyes. The whole thing was in the basement, probably for a good reason. Harder to smuggle out the goods without properly paying for them.
>>"You heard the nice lady. We're not gonna have a problem are we?"
Greg was past resisting. At least that was good. Hopefully he was not past walking yet.
>>"What's her deal?"
"Mutant" Sveta said, glancing at Rosa "If she had a useful power, she would have gotten away by now. Right?"
Rosa nodded.
"I grow flowers." she added quietly. Not useful. Sveta sighed. She had been suspecting that the dealers would not kidnap anyone with a potentially dangerous ability.
>>"Maybe you should walk with Greg...?"
"We all go" Sveta decided "Get him to his feet. Here is the deal, Greg" she said, looking into the man's face "We had a great time, you are drunk, and you are taking this girl home with you. There should be an extra fee, and you are happy to pay that. We all get out of here, Rosa comes with us, and you go and crawl back into whatever hole you crawled out of. If you tip off anyone, or do anything suspicious, I will use the tracker, hunt you down, and cut pieces out of you until you die. Got it?"
He got it.
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>>"Andre from the Tasty Olive, it's a-a swingers bar. Don't— Not the face, man. Please."
Now that was a good lead. Sveta smirked. Jude was getting the hang of the job too, although he seemed a little too eager to hurt. Sveta did not see a problem with that.
"What about the girl?"
Now that was a good question. If they took the girl, someone would know something was wrong, and by the time they could get to the rest of the girls, they would be gone without a trace. Sveta thought about that for a moment.
"If we take her now and leave him, they will know someone's on to them. He paid for her, not us."
She looked up at Jude.
"We all gotta walk out of here together, and make it look believable."
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Just Greg was positively terrified, but even Jude looked uncomfortable. Sometimes Sveta forgot that the X-men had standards and such. Which was exactly why Sam kept her on a separate payroll. She had no uniform to respect. Also, injecting random people with saline solution was probably morally questionable at best. (Yes, it was a bluff, why would a vigilante have the money for nano-trackers anyway?! It wasn't like the job paid so well.)
>>"Who'd you pay?"
>>"Not like I asked for credentials! I'm just a guy!"
>>"He's not important. He doesn't know. Describe the guy who took your cash."
Sveta listened to the description, playing with the knife. Jude was efficient, but this was definitely his first rodeo. Once they got the description (which she made sure to pay close attention to), she took over the questioning again.
"Listen here, Just Greg. Dis is a V.I.P. party. Someone had to vouch for you, someone who knows you well in the real world. So. Who got you the pass? Name."
If they were not going to get to the big boss, they might as well unravel the clientele piece by piece.
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