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 was one thing for the guy to tease Blue about a crush, it was another to continue to comment on the flames and how Blue should find a better outlet for them. The fire mutant finally glared.
"And what places would you consider appropriate for burning things? Fire has never been the social acceptable mutation from what I've seen. Do people walk around telling you it's not okay to make it so cold?" he resented being called a kid. To be fair, his lack of socialization did leave him with a somewhat childish if not destructive personality. He had intelligent eyes and the attitude of someone that could learn and be taught but had gone so long without positive instruction he was just doing what he wanted now.
Did anything this man say make sense? Blue heard some people in this city came from an alternate universe. Maybe that was his problem. He needed to exist on a world where setting a park on fire was logical and hand holding was as weird as it sounded to him. Endorphins. He got a little of that, but his brain seemed to separate the twisted high he got from fire from that little fuzzy feeling humans called love. He started to defend his position as sociopathic over juvenile, but decided against it.
"You seem confident that it is possible for everyone to reach your metaphorical eureka moment of finding how to feel. And what happens if the only thing that really makes me happy is fire, and burning things? What if this girl is just misplaced emotions. I seem inclined to believe frustration is just the end of whatever past instinct to feel I had was..." he insisted.
The last person Blue wanted to see welcomed himself through the window just as Blue was considering finding a park to burn down. The blond haired hero type stood open mouthed, cliche cape billowing in the wind. Blue wanted to laugh, to burst into uncharacteristic giggles at the very sight of this guy. Holy crap, wasn't he some anime Adonis with super powers to match. Suddenly life felt very unfair. Of course this was who lived next door. Of course this was Juni's real friend, the real guy she got in fights over and did everything to keep Blue from meeting.
"Guess brawn and brains really don't go hand in hand, do they? I live here hero. Come for your towel?" Blue turned so his back was resting on the wall, flames crawling along his back but leaving the building untouched. Well, minus the damage he already did. Blueberry sensed the heat leave, and mewed, hopping onto Blue's foot and trying to sit there. Dumb cat. It was hard to look like a tough villain with a kitten attached to you.
The man started going off like a hopeless romantic and Blue let him talk, but his mind was already struggling with the ideas being presented. "Holding hands...that sounds so juvenile."[/] was all he managed to say at first. It didn't help that his interaction with Juniper had started as nothing but physical, and now they were...whatever they were. Awkward roommates? Friends?
The 'L' words made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Blue ran from anything that resembled love. After his horrible relationship with his parents to his life on the run, he was permanently gun shy to anything positive when it came to relationships. "And if I tell her what I'm feeling and she does what I would do? Run for the hills? I think the concept of feelings is just something we don't get." that was as honest as he had been in a very long time about himself.
Missing shots, missing a chance, missing her. Blue felt that setting the park on fire WAS the better solution. Watching the world burn, destroying, he could do that. Destroying was easy.
Blue had run out of things to burn in the bathtub to keep his anxiety at bay. He was holding a super hero towel, considering lighting that on fire next, but tossed it on the couch instead and growled unhappily.
None of this felt right. Juniper disappeared, but the way she did it seemed wrong. Blue didn't like the way his gut twisted and the constant warning of danger in his head. He knew that voice. He knew the instincts that usually kept him safe, so why was he refusing to listen to it? Something is wrong... Yeah, he knew that. But what could he do to fix it?
His powers felt useless. Blue let his head rest against a wall, leaving a little scorch mark. He couldn't track Juniper, or find her. The phone he used to contact her didn't get any responses. Not....not that he said much. An occasional 'hey' just to see if she would say something...
She needed space. Right? She needed time. She was still upset about life, and the cat, and he needed to let her be herself.
$%*^ it all... Blue left another black handprint on the wall and let the smell of smoke waft from it. Blueberry mewed unhappily. Blue absorbed the energy from the fire before the kitten was bothered too much.
Blue was told to sit tight. The irritation that sparked made a few little blades of grass that had survived ignite and burn out. Why was he putting up with this anyway? The guy was a stranger, Blue should be fighting him, telling him to get lost, something!
But maybe it was a relief to have someone around. In some strange way, Blue had gotten used to having Juniper at the house. Actually, he had gotten used to having a house. He didn't think he needed anyone, but now he was feeling the confusion of being alone.
He was given a coat. Blue eyed it for a second before taking the hint and putting it on. Anywhere the jacket covered no longer had flames visible, just the flickering blue ones on his face and hands. And legs. Blue was tall enough the coat still let his legs stretch out and show off the flames.
Not like she tried stabbing you...
Blue shrugged, "I mean, she sucks with kitchen utensils. Could have stabbed either one of us if I left her in the kitchen." Juniper never tried to shoot him though...
So you like her then...
Blue gave him a look. "I mean, she's not awful to be around. Like....?" He seemed to struggle with the statement for some reason. It wasn't every day someone approached you and confronted you on your love life.
Blue had a strong desire to calmly stand up and walk away. He could just, leave this conversation, this strange guy who was trying to relate to him, and the assumption that Blue needed help with his love life. Blue didn't have a love life. Blue hardly knew what it meant to like anyone, except that it meant he didn't want a building to burn down with them inside it. He was one of the most dysfunctional people he knew, and felt like he had no right to want to be with anyone. He should be alone. He needed to stay alone.
But his mouth was moving again.
"Juniper isn't my girlfriend," he quickly clarified. "But she is my friend...well...I think she is. She kind of takes off sometimes and doesn't say much and just comes back when she wants to."
Blue responded more to the unwanted contact than anything the stranger said. While he managed not to burn the man's hand, there was probably still a rush of heat to the spot that bordered somewhere around putting your hand in an oven to yank something out. Discomfort but not pain. He had just diffused from the desire to fight and didn't want to revisit that possibility.
He focused on what was being said in order to stay calm and keep the flames "off". Can't feel flames?"Temperature in general is...missing. I can't feel cold, heat. Have you ever tried to cook for someone or do things when you can't feel things that hurt them? To answer the earlier question, people that can't feel pain cause pain."
The more he thought about it he was probably a horrible roommate. He rubbed his forehead and frowned. "My roommate can phase so she doesn't get burnt often, but...never mind. You can call me Pilot for now I guess." the code name felt safer than his real name.
The crowd had gone, a few people stopped to look but anyone who recognized Blue knew he was not worth approaching.
Blue did not bother arguing with the guy. He did not generally brag about his crimes, rather, he didn't talk much at all. Even had a housemate only seemed to get glimpses of his life thru their adventures together, and that only happened by accident.
The question was more direct, and Blue figured that deserved an answer. "I don't do things for attention. My power is enough unwanted interest as it is," he concluded. He considered the other alternative, and considered unstated questions.
"Loss of control seems to assume that there was control to start with."
Blue thought about the dog, about Berry, about Juniper. He considered the few things he tried to protect in his life, and how fragile that little world had been. His mind caught a train of thought and carried on without him, "Do you know what happens when people are born who can't feel pain? You seem smart. Let's take the intellectual look at my circumstances, perhaps that will give you the answers you're wanting."
They had reached a stalemate: that was the best expression regarding what occurred. Blue was not attacking, Sam was not defending. Suddenly they were both just sitting on a bench, literal fire and ice in the middle of a park.
Well, Blue was still naked. That did still draw a bit of attention from people even when they seemed to realize a fight wouldn't occur.
"What sorta conversation do you generally have with miscreants. The weather?" He mused. He held up a hand and pretended to feel the breeze. "Whatever it is, I'll have to take your word for it, mate. Cold, is the general consensus people seem to have?" Blue wondered for a moment what it would be like to actually feel the cold. He poked a little bit of grass that had once been on fire, feeling texture but nothing from the still hot blades and soil.
Things could have turned into a fight. The crowd certainly seemed to think they would battle, several moving back as the ice appeared and Blue's heat intensified. Then...the unexpected happened.
A dog was walking with its owner nearby, and the teenager grew distracted by the commotion. While the boy stopped to ask what was happening, the large hound mix seemed to have other plans. It saw Blue, the fire, and yanked free of his leash with a giant friendly bark.
Blue was preparing to attack, Sam was ready to counter, when the fire mutant saw the animal running toward him. Instantly, the heat was gone from his personal flames, and he found his legs swinging out to quickly block off the other fire. As a giant dog jumped up and started trying to lick him, Blue forgot the Battle, and the now confused crowd.
"Please don't hurt him!" The only voice that sounded afraid was the dog owner who seemed torn between running up to take his pet, and being wary of the flames surrounding the bench.
The dog was practically crawling into Blue's lap now to escape the heat. Without thinking, he lifted the large dog up, and then gave Sam a glance before stepping forward and walking it toward the owner.
The crowd scooted back. Blue set the dog down, and the boy quickly attached the leash. No thank you. Not that Blue expected it. His eyes were as cold as ever as he turned and walked back toward his bench.
"I guess we can reschedule the ass kicking," he finally told Sam.
Blue had seen techniques like this before. Act friendly, approach slowly, try not to be seen as a threat. But Blue knew better. This stranger wanted to protect people, and Blue wanted to hurt them. This wasn't a world where they would get along. There wasn't any world like that.
"You sound like Juni's damn neighbor. All smiles and heroics. I hate guys like you. Why waste so much energy on people who could care less whether you are there or not?"
Was this the part of the exchange where he should monologue? Talk about how the world had wronged him, and he needed vengeance?
Blue let the heat concentrate to one of his arms, the one closest to S. He gave a cold warning glare. "Take your act somewhere else, hero. I don't need it."
Was this guy trying to be funny, or was that part of the whole hero gig? A smile and a laugh and the attempts to look unconcerned when approaching a threat. Blue wondered if this guy even regarded him as a danger. Maybe to the pedestrians, given he showed up. Blue could see cell phones recording, and sent a little heat toward one side, making the girl take a quick step back.
You got a name...
"No, I only have a number," Blue retorted. He looked at the guy with irritation. "Betcha you have one of them codenames. Elsa or something sparkly? he continued casually.
If Blue was like staring at the sun then standing next to Sam was like being next to a black hole. Blue tensed, feeling the voice where he wanted heat to be. The flames flicked once in intensity then he pulled his own heat back. He needed to save his energy if this guy tried anything.
"They got rules now on where a mutant can use their powers? Jus' cus mine is a little flashier than yours?" He shut his eyes, treating Sam as if he was not a threat, while mentally trying to decide when he needed to get out of there. He didn't have Juniper around to stitch him up if something went wrong.
"Cold? Cold don't bother me. Fire is just better," he remarked.
While the snow had come and gone, the lingering cold seemed to stick around. Frost covered trees in early mornings, and there was a weight that told Blue there was not as much heat in the air. In fact, it was this lack of warmth that drove Blue to create his little bonfire in the middle of the park. That and the fact Juniper had not come home left him itching to make a scene.
The fire was built from a bench and an assortment of sticks, coal, and twigs he had gathered. It was contained, for now, but he considered spreading to additional trees to reenergize himself. Blue was laying on his back, flames all that kept his completely naked form from being as noticable. Flames were blue near his figure, then red where they burnt his collection of flammable material. He wondered if he should have stolen firewood too. The coal had been a good choice, and made him feel more content.
Blue didn't care his presence had attracted attention, some people trying to make phone calls to police or the fire department to put him out. Blue shut his eyes. What a bother. He had bigger things on his mind.
His roommate. His friend. Every time he thought they made a step forward, something happened. She ran, he pushed away. What did he want in the end? An actual friendship? A relationship? Something more stable than just cohabitation? He needed to figure it out...
Someone was approaching. His brow creased in irritation.
