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.
In the car Blue curled up like a cat under the jacket and closed his eyes. He vaguely got a sensation of breeze against his face that brought a little feeling back to his skin. Heat? It must be heat. His flames flickered and hungrily consumed what it could from the air. Fire would be better, but he wouldn’t burn Juniper’s clothing, or burn things in an enclosed space like this. When they were home he would sleep it off. Home? That was a weird thing to think about, Juniper’s house being ‘home’.
Where to park? He thought of the city and finally decided.
”Big shopping center, lots of cars. Ditch it there. I can walk the rest of the way.” He wasn’t sure how much he could do if anyone cornered them, but hopefully that last round of deaths deterred attention from the group.
He was aware the car stopped and gingerly got out. He felt dizzy but managed to stay upright, pulling the jacket across his shoulders like a cap and hugging his arms across his chest.
Blue wasn’t worried about the cold. His mind never registered what that word really meant, only that it was associated with a feeling of lowered energy, and a general fatigue. Cold to him was similar to being sleepy, and that was not something he wanted to be while he was in danger. And despite the fact he was currently uninjured he knew he WAS in danger.
The situation was unique because nothing Blue was burning stayed lit. There was no wood, no kindling, nothing that would spark and feed his body starving for fuel. As the car stopped he struggled to keep heat against the door, then periodically felt his body trying to reclaim the warmth. He could handle this. He would get free. His willpower to fight was still going even as his body started to give out.
Blue knew time passed. It must have been an hour, more. The door had no moisture, the metal distorted, so close to freedom but he could not will his body further. He wasn't sure when he sat down, but he looked at the pants Juniper had bought him, somewhat amused they were intact. They hadn't burnt. Her gift had worked. A fan overhead kicked on, blasting more air into the van. Maybe he could destroy the fan so it would get warmer in here. Maybe....maybe after a nap. His hands were shaking, and he leaned his head back against the door trying to find the brightest bit of metal he could.
"Blue?!"
He forced his eyes back open, and stumbled to his feet. He had enough sense to know Juniper shouldn't be here. Protective mode kicked back on and he quickly held out an arm, expecting her to pull him out of there. "Ain't you a sight for sore eyes."
Outside the van, the thugs were still trapped where Juniper had left them. Blue had enough energy for this, as anger resurfaced. "I wouldn't watch this part, luv," he warned. He turned to the first man whose body was fused with the truck. Blue focused the remaining energy on his body into a thin torch of fire, and put a finger to his head. There may have been a short lived scream, but Blue didn't register it. The second and third man met similar fates. Turns out, muscle man was only fire resistant. A little more heat was all it took to finish things.
There was a car nearby, and a little fishing found the keys. He handed these to Juniper and crawled into the passenger seat. "C'n I trouble you to drive? Feelin'...cold." Now that he wasn't burning things, the shivering returned. Shivering. He stared at a hand, trying to register that sensation.
Blue didn't comment about the idea of sprucing up the bedroom. He had been in there, of course. That happened less lately with all the near-death-experiences and all, but it was less awkward to share a bed when you had both already seen what there was to see. Rather than arguing he just found his spot on the couch and made himself comfortable. For now, he would stay there, with the door in his view. In the future they could discuss what else needed to happen.
There was one small detail he needed to deal with, which he made plans to take care of the next day. Juniper had finally crashed sometime during the night, or was it morning? Deciding she needed the rest given her habits of insomnia, Blue fed the cats, and left a note on the counter. It felt weird, but he decided it was necessary to say something in case she wondered where he had vanished to.
Finding clothes. Back soon. Shop we almost burnt down. Blue.
He figured she would know which one, given that was the day they met. Seemed like a good haunt to find some shirts at, and he knew his way around there, after all.
He was within sight of the store when something stung his shoulder, and his body responded with a rush of heat to the spot. Flames sent a somewhat melted dart clattering to the ground. He turned, eyes focusing on an unmarked vehicle behind him. A refrigerated truck. It was insanely cliche, and yet, he was still cornered in this ridiculous situation. He could run, but then they could head back for Juniper. Instead he rushed forward, drawing whatever heat he could into his arms.
WHAM!!!
He didn't see the oncoming blow, and was knocked sideways by a man built like a tank. Apparently, this man was fireproof, unlike his previous companions. There was a struggle as Blue was yanked toward the open cargo hold, leaving scorch marks behind on the sidewalk and nearby building. Mist rose when he hit a wall, steam under his feet as the only sign how cold it really was. The man stood in the doorway, and Blue faced him, trying to look for an escape.
A feeling of numbness was traveling slowly through his arm. He hadn't been fast enough removing the dart. The flames on that side flickered slightly. It was enough of a sigh that the man slammed the door shut, and it clicked with a lock. Blue ran forward, struggling to find something he could melt to get free. Red hot metal showed in the darkness where his hands started to heat the door, but it was thick, it would take time. A lurch of movement slammed him into the door. He saw stars and fell sideways with the next sudden turn.
How far would they drive before they felt safe opening the trailer to finish the job? Blue sat, braced against the rear hatch and continued trying to melt his way free. It was a race between the tranquilizer and the obnoxiously thick metal cage he was in.
Blue listened politely while washing pans and containers, water turning the flames on his hands into a teal glowing film. There was a lot of information to take in, but most of the details weren’t important to remember. In the end it came down to pissing off the wrong person. Sadly, Blue didn’t have an easy solution for that.
After everything was dried and set aside he leaned against the counter and then let Blueberry eat a few more scraps of meat. ”Well a bit of information is needed first I suppose. One: do they know where you are living? I think the answer is yes given they followed us. Two: why did they wait to try and grab you in public this time? Are they tryin’ to scare you since the last attempts lost henchmen? Or is it personal because they lost henchmen...” Killing two more men seemed like a good way to increase their need for vengeance.
Blue felt a flash of guilt, something he wasn’t used to, ”I don’t think I helped matters much. But, maybe having me around right now won’t be bad? Extra eyes? If you want.” He was trying not to be awkward but he was a very tall man with no shirt offering to stay over to protect her from the mafia. And there was a kitten licking his foot. All of this was just a very unusual situation.
Juniper was clearly a picky eater, it didn't take a genius to recognize the signs. Even without the stories she had about growing up with veggie purist parents, he could tell she had some preformed judgments that would take time to get over, if she so desired to. While Blue wasn't exactly dining at five star restaurants now, he did put a bit more effort into what he consumed. Well, minus alcohol. But the flames in his body used that as the most pure form of fuel he probably could find.
"Don't get me wrong, I would never turn down a steak, but I have seen some impressive things done with vegetables and even those meat alternatives," Blue admitted. He took bites out of the vegetables, then managed to down the chicken with surprising speed. His plate didn't take long to be emptied before he moved back to deal with the dishes.
"While I feel we took a step with personal stories, there is still the missing information about why the mob is after you, darlin'. Should I be standing watch more often in case their are unpleasant visitors?" He raised an eyebrow and rinsed off his plate.
Blue was starting to understand that part of what made their friendship work was Juniper's willingness not to ask questions. She didn't pry, and he didn't either. Those awkward feelings and emotions didn't have a place in most of their conversations, and they were experts at dancing away from them. But, sometimes a little story about the past wasn't bad. It was like, letting someone into a part of his life he had hidden, and it made him relax, feel almost safer. Like, if he slipped up and the accent dropped, she wouldn't judge.
If he slipped up and appreciated the presence of a kitten, she might tease him, but still accepted him.
"Junk food may be easier, but when you burn through calories like me, you learn what food is worth the effort. A bag of chips is more energy than it's worth, and cooking something tastes better, and lasts longer," he started cutting the chicken so they would cook easier, and removed some fatty pieces they didn't need. Then he showed Juniper how to finish preparing the ingredients, and finally, walked her through cooking.
"You get everything set so when your pan is hot and things are cooking you aren't running around desperately trying to measure stuff. And rule of thumb, there is almost never a time to have your stove on full blast. Medium high will work 99% of the time."
He even got some oil going and tackled the vegetables she had bought. Fried, then finished with lemon juice and some Parmesan, he mixed up an aoili to dip them in. When the chicken was done, he got everything onto the place and then quickly got the pans to the sink. "We don't have to wash them now but a lot of this washes clean faster if you don't let it set."
He wondered if he was being too bossy, or saying too much, but decided he didn't care. Or, she wouldn't mind even if he had been. He started eating acting uninterested, but was also watching for her reaction out of the corner of his eye.
Blue paused while measuring spices into one of the dishes, wondering how much he should tell her. He swore some secrets he would take to the grave, but after two different near death moments, maybe it really was worth giving her a clue. "I...used to work for someone. Not quite a chef. Cooking, bit of housekeeping. Honestly, where'd you think the accent came from? Utah? Ha."
He had been speaking that way for so long he wondered if he could even drop the accent now. The fake formalities, the laid back attitude. Much of that was worked into him through very specific training and...interest. "Le's say...I spent a little time as a kept man. An' when I left, I decided money wasn' worth havin' no free will of my own. Although, some habits don't go away. Like an accent." It was odd admitting the secret out loud. He grimaced once more at just the memories.
"Although cookin' woulda been a lot easier if I had your powers, luv. I c'n cook things faster, but that trick would have saved me a lot of time."
Juniper ran off again, although this time she took the back door aka, ran through the wall into the neighboring apartment. Blue politely stood in the living room until she returned and then took the boxers, mentally hoping they were at least clean. While she took off to the kitchen, he changed and found at least they fit. It was a good thing her neighbor was tall, or he would have already run out of emergency clothing.
Really, he needed to just hide backup clothing. He couldn't go out and about in superhero themed stuff every time he got a little hot under the collar.
"Well Darlin', I happen to be an expert at culinary arts, I'll have you know. I spent a bit of time as a...well lets just say, cooking was one of the expectations. Let's see what it is we risked life and limb to learn to make..." he came up behind her and looked over the instructions, then started rummaging for pans and some containers to create the mise en place.
Blue paused when Juniper rushed into her room, feeling a little strange waiting in the living room in the super-hero towel with the kitten at his feet, tiny paws now swiping at the bottom of the fabric, then jumping through the flames he created. When she returned, he was even more surprised to see the box.
He took it, resisting the urge to poke the bow, then rather gently pulled the paper off. He tried to remember if he had ever been given a present like this. It wasn't something his dad ever did, and back in his more adventurous days there were new outfits on occasion, but it wasn't something presented like this, just sort of exchanged with expectations on what earned them.
It was pants. Honest to goodness, fireproof pants.
"I....I don't know what to say."
He was stunned to the point she probably would have sworn his accent disappeared for a moment. He lifted the pants free, glanced at the towel, then awkwardly coughed.
"I don't suppose they had any boxers you were able to steal as well? I mean, I could go commando, but I feel like this fabric might...well, not feel too great that way."
He set the bow down and Blueberry pounced on it with delight.
Juniper did not fight deleting the photo, which seemed to warn Blue she had backups, but that was a problem for another time. He was currently distracted by the name she had given the little kitten, and could not stop himself from raising one eyebrow. Blueberry...
She hadn't...
No, that was silly. And stupid. Nope.
He watched the kitten lap water, and frowned a little to himself. He would never admit it bothered him that he couldn't safely offer the water himself, but experience showed his understanding of temperatures was completely distorted. He almost gave Juniper third degree burns turning on shower water once before realizing he needed to watch for steam and other signs of heat when another person was around. Honestly, living alone was much for his own sanity as another person's safety. He had no concept of what it meant to be harmed by heat. Rather, a hot stove to him was just another energy source, and a cold room just made him feel drowsier than normal.
Thanks...
The comment made him look up, and he shrugged, watching as the kitten butted against his torso and he let it nudge against his hand for petting. "Don't think much of it, luv. It would have been an inconvenience to have to deal with the repercussions of your demise."
That was the nice way of saying he would have probably missed her. Sensing he was being too nice he turned and walked out of the kitchen, looking around for some sort of shirt he could wear. "Besides, your too stupid to keep yourself alive. Someone should watch your back." Better, right? Had they burnt through the last of his stolen clothing already? Maybe he would be sporting the towel for a bit after all.
As ridiculous as it seemed that they were actively arguing about him helping out, they may not have survived as friends if she had jumped straight to letting him do the dishes. Blue was on his own because he hated being used, and while he was grateful, it felt better doing things on his own terms. He finished cleaning his own plates and then moved to deal with the pans next. He glanced back as she made a face, and smirked.
”Genetics at least granted me a brag worthy figure. I am glad you still appreciate it,” he laughed.
The dishes were finished before long, Juniper was shooed to bed and Blue took back his residence on the couch. As tired as he was he found himself staring at the ceiling for a long moment, wondering what he had gotten himself into. Why had he come here when he needed help? Why did he stay when offered? He could still see the flickering light of his flames when he shut his eyes, the ever present distribution to darkness. And he wondered, wondered until he finally fell asleep. All he knew was he would pay her back somehow for being there when he needed her.
Blue was a light sleeper, usually, but the amount of fire exerted from his body brought a heavier sleep than he had planned. While the initial movement didn't wake him, the stirring kitten did in the end. Tiny paws kneaded his skin, and then there was a tiny meow that made him smile.
Apparently, it made Juniper smile too. His eyes opened and he focused a cold glare on her. "Delete it," he demanded, trying to maintain the killer edge he had displayed earlier in the day. Blueberry decided that was the time to lick his cheek, rough tongue scraping across his chin. He slowly sat up, carefully cupping the kitten despite his attempt to be tough.
The kitten purred and found a spot on his shoulder to cling to, and Blue hardly flinched as the little claws caught skin to steady itself. He...he would have to find a shirt if he continued this way. The kitten seemed far too satisfied with the warmth to leave.
"Don' make me murder you after savin' your life," he warned, moving to the kitchen and getting some water to drink. After a few gulps he noticed the kitten nosing toward it, and paused, pulling it out of reach.
"I...I can't feel temperature. Get it something," he scooped the animal free and set it on the counter, then shoved the cup to Juniper. He wasn't going to admit that he was concerned the cat would burn it's mouth, but he glanced at the faucets nonetheless. Had he turned hot or cold? That wasn't a problem he was used to experiencing.
Juniper responded, and Blue didn’t take any time running them through the nearest wall. Thankfully it was an empty apartment, and the one after only had some startled cat to greet them. When they reached the street on the other side he knew his friend was probably nearing her limit, so he took the long way around to get them home. She was passed out against his arm as he climbed the stairs, and then he awkwardly maneuvered her to his shoulder to get the door open.
Clyde greeted them inside and Blue did a one armed juggling act to get the groceries to a counter, then deposit Juniper in her bedroom. By then the energy he used was catching up. Mob, attackers, clearly following Juniper? That was a heck of a lot of information to absorb, but he seemed to have time to deal with it since Juniper was, well, having a well deserved nap. If unwanted...
Before returning to the shopping bags, Blue secured the door. Locks were settled, and he had his usual spot on the couch where he could see if anyone was entering. Then he made sure the items were out in the proper places, Clyde’s food bowl was full, and some other little bundle of fur he didn’t remember clearly also got fed. Did cats just multiple or something? He swore she only had one before.
The adrenaline was gone by then and he found the towel long stolen from Xavier’s apartment and wrapped it around his waist. He needed to buy pants, again. But that would be another day. Instead he flopped onto the couch and shut his eyes, momentarily considering making himself a fire in the bathtub, but not wanting Juniper to have to clean it later. He would just have to refuel the slower method, and hope there would be no sudden fights coming up again.
There was a meow and a small weight on his chest that made Blue freeze, opening one eye as the kitten ventured close to the flaming mutant. Little motorboat sounds reverberated as it drew close to the delightfully warm mutant, and then made itself snug under his chin. Smiling at the brave animal, he resisted pushing it away then shut his eyes. He would remove the menace before Juniper got up.
Or, he planned to. Somehow he didn’t wake when she found him, still curled up with the new kitten.
Blue was remarkably calm while they finished shopping, despite the fact he could sense the growing sense of danger. Growing up on your own you learned to keep one eye open, and the only thing that kept him from keeping his hand on a knife when he slept was the fact he was always on fire. Trying to mug someone who was sporting permanent blue flames didn't appeal to most people. There was the occasional soul who enjoyed trying to touch the fire, which was weird, but harmless.
These guys, however, did not strike him as pyromaniacs.
When they left the store he did not offer to carry the groceries. Part of that was the lack of manners, the other was the fact he didn't want to roast their legitimately bought groceries. If they paid for them, he was going to make damn sure he didn't bake them. Uh, well, prematurely bake them. Hell if he had to go back and steal what they spent cash on, he was going to be pissed.
Not that it was his cash. Really, this was all Juniper's problem, but he took it personal, because he happened to be there. Because they were not-friends.
"You've been pissing off the mob, luv? Shame, I thought I was the most troublesome man you knew," he mused, trying to act casual despite the fact the situation was getting tense. Then, she yelped, and Blue was back on high alert. They...tranquilized her? "How uncivilized." Blue frowned.
While she was ready to try running, the men approaching did seem somewhat cautious. They seemed to be gesturing to each other, one fiddling with something off to the side. Blue's eyes narrowed, and he realized what was happening. They planned for Juniper, but not Blue. That could be to their advantage. "As amusing as it could be getting stuck in a wall, my dear, I think I would rather opt for choosing my fighting grounds. Can you keep the groceries from burnin'? This will take just a moment."
He was pleasant, serene almost, as he turned toward the men. They stepped back. The heat suddenly coming off his body would stop Juniper from trying to phase him to safety. Blue had a cold air as he faced her enemies.
"I'll let one of you live, you c'n pick who. That one can tell y'r boss t' stop followin' my friend here, fair?" He put his hands in his pockets and stood, heat rolling forward.
One man moved to lift a weapon, and Blue moved as well. Heat rushed from his arm like a butane torch, collided with bullet, collided with gun. There were screams, the gunpowder sending off a small bang of an explosion and shrapnel hit his comrades. Blue let the heat rush from his right arm, forcing it all toward the three attackers. He was immune to heat, but Juni was on a time limit, and he was trying not to bake her alive, if possible.
It only took a few moments for the screams to stop, and then he looked down at the grotesque figures left behind.
"Ah, I lied. Guess I didn't leave one alive."
He turned and hurried back toward Juniper before the noise could draw attention. There were bodies, after all. He grabbed his friend and hoisted her into his arms, groceries coming along with her. "Juni, darlin', if you could get us through at least one wall before you pass out, that would be lovely." Hopefully she could do it. If not he was going to be making a very awkward sprint down the street butt naked.
Blue had grown accustomed to inviting himself over to Juniper's since his recovery from the near fatal stabbing. Perhaps it was part friendship, part tolerance, and part the feeling of having a safe spot that made him return. At first, he had liked Juniper because of the rather obvious 'friends with benefits' aspect. He wasn't sure when it actually became 'friends' and less 'benefits'. But now, it almost seemed like sleeping together would ruin things. Or, would it? Honestly, that was a whole different area they had to work out.
Regardless, when she mentioned the cooking issues, Blue had allowed himself to be talked into coming. Mostly because he wanted to make sure she actually bought the spices needed, and also because he was half concerned if left to her own devices she could give him food poisoning. While he tried not to reveal much of his hidden domestic talents, he could only stomach one poorly cooked meal at a time. Maybe he needed to let the girl learn a little, for his own safety.
Yeah, that was it.
"Saffron is part of a flower, darlin'. You know, like those little pollen bits in the middle? Heck of a lot of flowers to pick to get just a little jar." Blue put his hands in his pockets, resisting offering the 5-finger discount they both were rather accustomed to. They were doing this own 'live life legally' sort of thing, and that meant resisting taking what wasn't paid for. Although, the saffron really did seem like a spot to make an exception. He wondered what it would take for him to legally earn some of his own money.
There was that one option, but he was long past those days...
He was halfway to mentioning the proper uses for tarragon when he paused, and casually shifted his body to act like he was looking at the jar of parsley. If he hadn't been distracted by the ideas of money, he might have noticed the situation quicker, but at least they were still in the store. That was a blessing in disguise.
"Hey, Juni, did you happen to invite other friends on this outting? Because I'm sure I've seen those guys in the last few aisles as well," he remarked cooly.
