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.
>>”Bacchus Brickson. You seem like an Erica, or a Megan. Most hot chicks with shoes like that are. Built like one any who. Friends and girls call me Bacchus or Bane, I’ll answer to either.”
"Efimia Nikolayeva Morozova" she said with a slight smirk, knowing he probably did not expect that at all. It sounded weird, her own name, said by herself in someone else's voice. No American male had ever pronounced her name right until now.
"Bane it is." it sounded like some teenage superhero name, but she could not have cared less "Clearly, you are in my body, and I am in yours. We need to get dis figured out. I tink I know what happened, but I want to hear it from you first. Vat do you remember?"
He was eating her food. On her part, she filled a glass of water, and leaned against the wall. This was going to be a long conversation.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
>>”But now I want to! Doubt you could make my body an’worse. Amount of booze I drink and all.”
He was probably right about not making the body any worse. She already hated pretty much everything about it. As for the situation, though... that could have definitely gotten worse. She swatted his (her) hand away.
>>”But dat purse doesn’t match you! It goes soooo well with my ensemble!”
She grabbed the purse with a grunt, got out her keys, opened the door, and ushered her body inside. She led the way to the apartment on the third floor, opened the door, and walked in, making sure the door was closed behind them. She needed a quiet and private place to talk this out. Also, if he left before it was worked out, he was probably going to leave through the window anyway.
"So." she said, dropping the purse and folding her... his... arms over her manly chest in a manly way. "Who the hell are you?!"
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
>>”Wait… What? One more time. No longer a boyfriend because he was a kid?”
Sam choked on the whiskey, then drank more whiskey and choked some more. He was also apparently losing his listening comprehension.
"No, he is a kid now" Sveta corrected, rolling her eyes. What was he assuming exactly? "He wasn't a kid when I was dating him. He was a kid before we dated, and..."
Goddamn, this was hard to explain without sounding like a pervert.
"He was a kid, but he lived as an adult in the future, and den went back to being a kid. And den he got his powers, which allowed him to copy other powers, so he copied a power that allowed him to grow up and be an adult because his... because he had already been an adult once."
Geez. More vodka.
"And den we dated. As adults."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
>>”Internet. Got to love it. Pictures and videos help paint a good description.”
Sigh. Sveta was already tired of the whole thing. The guy would not shut up, and it was all just made even more annoying by him wearing her body.
>>”Bingo bango! Freakishly big and freakishly good looking no? If that wasn’t a mutation I guess my mother crafted me from marble before she ran out eh? You can go giant I’d imagine. Can’t do **** in this lil body. Other than this. Everything can go bigger. Size, weight and even hearing, smell and all the others.”
Well, crap.
"New rule" she growled, and it came out in a satisfyingly deeper tone than usual "Absolutely. No. Touching. Unless you want tings to get way out of hand, and your body end up worse to wear."
It was kind of an empty threat, but she did not care.
>>”So where is this place at eh?”
"Dis way." she led him to the apartment building then reached for her pocket before she remembered. She held out a hand instead.
"Purse."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
>>”Your sister, she a mutant as well? Either way we can get her a room there. Dangerous yes but also helpful. I can just as easily get you a place on the property away from the mansion if you’d want, though the vigilante stuff better not bring around any trouble.”
"She is not a mutant. Not last time I checked, anyway."
That would be the cherry on top of a cake, if Bo ended up having the X-gene. All she needed was a little sister with powers. Ugh.
>>”Who’s Jude? If you got a boyfriend you should probably tell me before I want to lean in an kiss you again. Been in shoes like that and I don’t want to be that guy. Never a good place to be for anyone. How hearts get broken and all.”
"No hearts involved, yes?" she arched an eyebrow at him and got a refill too "Jude is not my boyfriend, not anymore. He was, for a while. We lived together, even, at the clinic, with Maya and everyting. And den, get this" she said, swinging the glass around in emphasis on how ridiculous the whole issue was "he decided he wanted to go back to being a kid. Boom, I am dating a twelve-year-old. NOoo, thank you."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
>>”Things always get out of hand here. But that’s kind of why I stay. Never a boring day. Not to sound cheesy or nothing but the mansion will always welcome you. And I’m not saying that because we just made out, or because you living in the same place as me would increase the odds of this happening. The mansion is a home to ever needs one. You can crash in my room any time you’d like as well.”
"D'awwww" Sveta chuckled, exaggerating the sound, and poked him on the shoulder. Shameless flatterer, the guy was, and also probably meant every word he said. Also, she was kinda curious to see if he was drunk enough yet to topple over.
>>”Also you want your sister here I can make it happen like, that. I know what it’s like to want your family close. Only met my blood brother a few years ago since I was five. Weird kid but he’s blood.”
"I might take you up on dat" she nodded "She could be in a good place in the Mansion. Not me, though." she shook her head, which made her slightly dizzy, but looked determined "No, I think dat's not the place for me. I tried, but it is very dangerous with all de mutant kids around. Besides, Jude lives dere too."
Nobody wanted that level of awkward.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
>>”Well I can’t say anything about your cooking but, you do definitely look hot.”
Sveta smirked and took the compliment with a sip of vodka. He did not need to say it, she was aware that she was attractive, and also fairly certain that he knew it. They did make out, after all.
>>”Punk huh? We talking like colored hair, nose rings and an odd fascination with greenday? Or is a punk different in the homeland?”
"Not Greenday. Kitten Riot."
>>”You mentioned a sister.”
"Yeah, I have one." she nodded "Bo. She still lives vid the Matchmaker. I was going to bring her over after I got married... but things got out of hand, and I decided to wait till I can give her a safe home. Or she grows up. Whatever happens first."
She talked to Bo every once in a while, and she did miss her. With a sigh, she sipped some more vodka.
"I almost had a home sometimes, but never lasted long."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
"Not from de inside." Sveta deadpanned as they moved through the crowd. She made sure the shoes were coming too. Those were really comfortable shoes.
>>”Lead the way I guess. Still don’t know what this is. However this. I know exactly what this is.”
"It's a female body. You might have seen pictures."
Sveta was in a foul mood. And hoped he had not had time to explore his new body in detail before he took to the streets. The thought made her skin crawl anyway.
>>”By the vay if things get too loud or yov start getting a headache der is a flask in de back pocket te get your booze on.”
"No thanks." even though her current body was more massive, and therefore probably more alcohol resistant as well, the last thing she wanted to do was lose any of her fair judgment.
"Vat do you mean things get too loud?" she asked, glancing sideways at him/her. The person in her body was clearly up to no good.
"Are you... am I... are you a mutant?"
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
>>”How in the bloody **** does anvyone walk in diese things?... Hello, handsome. I take it, you see something you like?”
Okay, so maybe the 'hey you' ended up being a little too loud. People turned to look as Sveta approached... Sveta's body, sitting on the sidewalk and struggling to take off her shoes. Sveta was suddenly keenly aware that she was a fairly large, badly dressed guy, approaching a damsel in distress. Oh hell.
"Do you need a hand?" she asked, holding back from screaming "GET OUT OF MY BODY!" like a lunatic. Whoever was in her body did not seem very comfortable with it either. And possibly already had bruised her butt.
She offered a hand to help herself up. Everything was surreal.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Sveta managed to get another layer of clothes on - a slightly torn shirt and a hoodie. It wasn't exactly stylish, but it succeeded in keeping the cold off her skin. She caught a glimpse of herself in a window - she was tall, quite fit, and definitely handsome. not bad, for being so utterly, freakishly... someone else.
She couldn't even begin to imagine what had happened to her. For the first minutes she was scared she'd discover herself trapped in Damien's body - but this body, whoever it was, was decidedly not Damien.
She looked around again. No cellphone was found, but she did go through pockets for change, so now she hoped to find a pay phone somewhere. She'd call Sam. Or... no, definitely Sam.
Sulking out of the alley, making sure no one saw her - she did not feel like having to explain herself to whoever found the unconscious bodies of the hitmen - she walked away from the alley and down the street. People passed by, not really paying attention, except for a few glances from women. That was strange too. Sveta tried to act natural, which was not easy, given the size and proportions of the body she was currently inhabiting.
And then she caught a glimpse of a familiar face, just a couple of yards away.
A very familiar face.
"Hey! You!"
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
She lay still for a while (once she discovered she was laying down horizontal, which was a good thing, since she also had a pounding headache). She gathered her thoughts slowly, one by one, trying to trace them to the last thing she remembered.
A kiss. And before the kiss... Some guy.
Nice power.
Oh hell.
Sveta was aware now that she was lying on concrete, somewhere in an alley. She could hear traffic close by. She felt very cold, as if the chill winter New York City wind was touching her bare...
The body of Bacchus Brickson sat bolt upright and screamed. It was a very masculine scream.
Sveta sat on the ground, hyperventilating quietly as she surveyed herself. Bad news: She was a man. Slightly better news: She was bare-chested, but at least she was a man.
Scrambling to her feet Sveta staggered and leaned against a brick wall. Her body felt... all wrong. Apart from... missing bits and extra bits, it also felt somehow... large and heavy and not quite balanced out. She drew a deep breath, and looked around.
There were three other people in the alleyway, none of them conscious. They looked like your run-of-the-mill hit man, the kind she dealt with quite often as a vigilante. Except, none of them were shot. They mostly just seemed... bludgeoned.
Did I do this?
Turning her attention back to herself - himself - Sveta took stock of the situation. She was shirtless (not bad, but ugh, she never wanted to see abs from the other side), wearing pants (thank God) and not much else. There were some tattered clothes nearby. Was she homeless? She hated being homeless.
Maybe there was a phone in the pile somewhere?...
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
I posted a starter thread with Sveta. I assumed that waking up in a different body is probably the easiest way to start most threads, but if your character happens to be nocturnal, feel free to start any way you want XD I left it vague. theultimatexmen.proboards.com/thread/11725/body-soul-freakier-friday-start
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
No good story ever starts with "So, I walked into a juice bar..."
In retrospect, that should have been a red flag.
"Excuse me? Miss?"
Sveta turned around to the guy who stood behind her in the (depressingly long) line to the counter (dammit, New York City and its healthy living hipster population). She was about to point out that she was in a hurry too, and also please refrain from tapping her on the shoulder or anywhere else... but she checked herself, because the guy seemed familiar.
"Miss? Do you remember me? I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name the last time we met."
Of course he didn't. Sveta remembered him now, tall, skinny, and perpetually nervous. With a bow tie. No wonder he was so out of his element last time she saw him, on her patrol of one of the worst neighborhoods in the city.
"I'm sorry, you are mistaken. I don't think we have met."
It happened two days earlier. He was being mugged, and not even putting up much of a fight. Why he was in that godforsaken alleyway, Sveta couldn't even begin to guess. That wasn't her job anyway.
"Of course we did! I have been hoping to see you again. I never properly thanked you for saving my life."
"You are looking for someone else."
"I am pretty sure it was you. You have the same accent."
"Do you know how many Russians live in dis city?"
"... and the same voice."
Sveta held her breath and pursed her lips, debating the best possible course of action. She did not have a quick way out, and if she ran for it, the guy might blurt things out that she did not want known.
"You can buy me a drink." she concluded with a sigh and stepped out of the queue to go find a table. If the guy had things to say, at least he would say it away from most of the crowd.
Smoothies did not make anything any less awkward. They sat across from each other at a small round table, the guy looking positively smitten, and Sveta wondering if she should send an SOS to Sam.
"I still think you got de wrong person." Sveta noted, drinking her smoothie through a straw.
"I am sure I did not." the guy shook his head and adjusted his glasses "It's not like you wore a full mask anyway. Do people you save usually not recognize you?"
"I don't want dem to. Can you please keep it down..."
"Damien."
"Huh?"
"My name is Damien. And I am not trying to out you, miss. I wouldn't dream of it. I am just here to thank you for saving my life."
"You're welcome."
Slurp slurp, went the smoothie.
"You... don't happen to be in need of a... sidekick, do you?"
Slurp-cough, went the smoothie. Sveta felt the distinct scent of strawberries crawl up her nose.
"Uggh... no, not really, no. Thank you."
She stood, wiping her mouth and picking up her bag.
"I'd better go. Nice meeting you, uh. Damien. Take care."
"Just one more thing."
She turned back to him with an exasperated sigh, and realized in a split second how up close and personal he was. At this distance, he did not seem awkward at all. She stared him down (or, rather, up) and noticed the slight smile around his lips.
"Wat?"
"Nice power."
People at the juice bar saw a young couple sharing a passionate kiss that lasted for long seconds. If they were not distracted by their daily texting, talking and healthy meals, they might have also seen the blonde girl slump back to her chair as the guy walked out with a cheerful grin on his face.
People in the juice bar also had no idea that the morning of the next day, all across the city, mutants were about to wake up to a very nasty surprise.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
