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.
Blue had a mouthful of food during a few of the comments, and chewing gave him time to avoid responding too quickly. As it was, their new status in friendship made him feel maybe he should respond at least somehow, even if it wasn’t the most enthusiastic answer. ”I’m not in any position to judge, but I recommend at least taking care of yourself until I’m outta here. If I pass out or some things an’ you haven’t slept, how helpful can you be?” was that right? Insulting to show you cared? Did he care? Of course not. He chewed more food stubbornly and knew he was just here for safety. He didn’t care if she slept or there was blood to clean up. Noooope.
He took another bite and shrugged at the dishes, ”I have my secret talents. Let’s just say I picked up some housecleaning in my arsenal of abilities. I didn’t always live on the streets. I just decided freedom was preferable.” There were people who would house even a flaming mutant like him, but the expectations were high. He finished his food and moved to rinse off his plate.
”I’m an ass not a slob. Kindly remember the difference.” It was true, while he tended to burn things up a lot, and damage things with his temper, he didn’t blindly leave messes for the he’ll of it.
Blue could have let the verbal exchange continue. Mind games were easy, after all. They could have drank, eventually taken it outside like civilized folk. But Blue wasn't civilized. He was not going to be on the losing side of a fight again, good behavior be damned.
Instead of responding he left his right side flare with flames, like a match coming to contact with propane. The burst of flames was enough to hopefully catch the other mutant's shirt on fire, the blinding heat enough the bartender took a mad leap away, falling on their ass in the process. Blue didn't pause, using the heat shield to hide the real attack: a glass breaking and the shard being slashed right for Seven's face.
Some people kicked sand, Blue used fire. There was a certain level of saltiness in him as well.
Blue tried not to tense up as the teleporter came and sat next to him. He took another swing of his drink, letting the heat pick up just a little but along his arms. He was wearing a t-shirt today, nothing fancy, and certainly nothing he would feel bad burning. Little flames licked the rim of his glass for a moment before he pulled them back. He didn't want to burn up his drink quite so fast. But he wasn't going to be intimidated by this punk, especially when they had the nerve to come over like this.
"Take it your girlfriend is fine. Else I imagine you woulda come in swinging and not drinkin'," he mused. He took another drink, finishing off what he had and setting the cup down. "What was the name you called her? Mae? Maybe I'll give her a call sometime. She was awful feisty. Could have been fun," he laughed.
He tried to remember what he could from the fight, from the flames to the phone. He knew the kid could teleport, but wasn't entirely sure how it worked. He held the glass, letting his shift in his hands. If needed he could break it, and at least have something sharp. He would not be taken by surprise this round.
"Frankly, I owe you a knife in the back," he growled a little lower, blue flames licking higher on his face. A warning. There was only so far he would take these games today.
Blue had been well behaved for the past few weeks. He hadn't burnt any of his clothing, off, set anything on fire, or generally caused mayhem, which was saying a lot for him. After his near-death experience, he had spent most of his time at Juniper's house re-cooperating, and tonight he finally got stir-crazy enough to venture out.
Since Juniper was trying to avoid drinking, he was considerate enough to find a local bar to crash and get his fix. His plan was to grab a drink, relax, and practice being a normal part of society. Although, the idea of finding a fireplace to nap in wasn't entirely off the table. His lack of energy lately made him more inclined to find warm places after all.
Blue hadn't paid much attention to the name of the bar, just that it was out of the way, and didn't look too run down. He ordered his drink and sat down, taking a swing and running a hand through his hair. A few of the bar patrons scooted away at the site of the flaming mutant, the running assumption being fire+alcohol=bigger fire.
Well, that wasn't entirely wrong, but he was behaving, right? He even paid for his drink today, like a good mutant.
Things looked up for the most part, until a familiar face walked through the door. His eyes narrowed, and he cursed under his breathe. It figured, just when he was healed and back to his normal self, that person would arrive. Same individual who buried their knife into his ribs.
He was well behaved. He was not going to engage.
However, the heat coming off his shoulders did seem to say otherwise.
Blue had been sleeping heavier since getting injured, and it took several moments of feather tickling before his brain started to register what was happening. It was probably for the better, honestly. Had he woken up like normal he may have lashed out before realizing what he was doing. As it was, he let the point where the feather contacted his face spark suddenly, lighting the feather on fire, then quickly moved his hand up to catch the smoldering object.
"Tryin' ta make me laugh, luv? 'Fraid I ain't ticklish," he remarked, giving her a look that almost could have been playful. He rolled onto his back and collected the ashes of what was a feather onto his torso. "An' you are dirtying what you just cleaned. Shame." He did not seem upset. There was evident amusement now.
"I'm starting to think you need sleep next."
She did look tired. He sat up carefully, collecting the ashes into his hand the best that he could, and trying to find somewhere to dump them. There was a trashcan nearby, so he used that. Then he dusted off his hands. "I can take care of the dishes once you eat, and you should sleep. Can't let me be a horrible houseguest, darlin'." He found the food and made himself a plate before returning to the couch and sitting on it. He dug into the cooking with the usual vigor, body still burning calories like crazy to make up for lost blood.
Blue felt a twisting in his stomach as Juniper continued to chase after the cat. When they disappeared, he laid on the couch and put his head against the arm rest, frowning to himself. He was still covered only by a bath towel, his body warm enough the fabric was dry as was his skin. He felt his brain turning over her statement, as innocent as it was, as he stared at the ceiling.
He was welcome here. He could stay when he needed.
Why did he feel so touched by that?
Blue never thought of himself as homeless, more nomadic than anything. When you didn’t feel hot or cold, having a shelter did not feel as necessary. True, he felt drained when the situation was less than ideal, but he could survive. He had been in survival mode since he left home, and to him that just seemed normal.
But, was it? He put a hand to his head, feeling the first delayed wave of fear since he was stabbed. Being in someone else’s care, having his life in someone’s hands. He didn’t enjoy that. But, waking up and knowing where he could eat, and knowing he could sleep without having to jump up and defend himself.
He couldn’t process this. He wasn’t sure what he really felt. Relieved? Resentment?
He fell asleep uneasily, flames flickering with pent up emotions and drained energy reserves.
Blue was somewhat surprised when he was pulled back through the wall and came face to face with a very sooty Juniper. The apartment looked a bit cleaner, but she seemed like she had rolled around to become a panda herself. ”Do I need to let you sneak in there next, luv? I didn’t use any hot water if it makes you feel better.” He almost looked like he was smiling, but there was still a tired look in his eyes. At the mention of letting him stay and rest, Blue looked uncomfortable. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, letting his skin heat up a little and steam drying the remaining water from his curls.
”I... I may need to take you up on that. The couch is fine. I won’t burn it I promise. I don’t really have a permanent place right now, just sort of hide my things and check my phone from time to time... as much as I’d love to say I’m the spitting image of health, even this feels like a marathon.”
He sat back on his spot from before, clean towel still wrapped around his waist. Without the dirt his eyes were still dark, his flames much lower than they had been when he first met Juniper. Blue was tired, body burning energy and failing to refuel itself. The fire has helped, but some things still took time.
It was about this point a dark cat cane flying through the house, leaving a handsome helping of soot in its wake. Blue took a moment to pause, and pointed to the feline. ”I would like it noted for the record I had nothin’ to do with that.” He lacked the manners to attempt stopping Clyde, but he reached for a dirty towel and handed it off to Juniper as his halfhearted effort.
Blue did not need encouraging to take advantage of having a shower to use. Heck, he didn’t even complain it was someone else’s shower they just broke in to use. Walking through a neighbors wall while they were at school wasn’t that strange, right? Whatever, mutant rules didn’t apply the same as normal human boundaries.
Ignoring the strange setup, Blue found the bathroom and let himself into the shower. Thankfully Xavier has soap, towels, shampoo, and Blue only left a few footprints leading into the tub. Once the water was on he used a clean wash rag and became the tedious process of getting the spot off. He may have leaned over once or twice while fighting to clean his long legs, leaving handprints on the white wall. He could clean that... maybe.
Under the water, his natural flames fluttered to an almost transparent film that was always distracting when he was trying to clean his skin. Was that spot or just his own flames? Maybe he was just suffering from low iron and was thinking too much about it.
By the time he was clean he felt like his fingers might be ready to prune. He hadn’t messed much with the faucet, given that he didn’t feel cold messing with the temperature seemed like a waste. He used a clean towel and tried himself, then wrapped it around his waist.
Only then did he realize, he had no clear plan to get BACK to Juniper’s apartment. Considering for a moment, he reached out and knocked on the wall, wondering if she would get the hint.
Blue had no idea how awkward conversations like this could be. He never had any. Heck, this may have been the first apology he had ever said. He couldn't remember ever genuinely feeling thankful for someone. It was weird. He didn't like it. He finished his food and moved to put the plate away. He wondered how this would look if someone walked in. He was still naked, after all. A naked panda. A flaming naked panda.
Yeah, this whole friendship thing was weird.
"If you have a lot to make up for, I don't even want to imagine my debt to friendship. This is sort of a social experiment for me. How things go with someone I don't want to set on fire?"
He grimaced and touched a hand to the closed wound, "I would love to say that is the first and only time I intend to get stabbed. But if we keep talkin' about feelings, we're going to have to commit some arson or something. This cuddly stuff is more exhausting than blood loss." He made a face. Then he looked at the mess of the apartment.
"Uh, cleaning. Considering you made my bed in your bathtub, what would a plan be for rinsing off a bit? I'll probably get sooty right away, but I'm not a fan of that 'I'll just get dirty anyway' argument used to avoid taking a shower."
Blue waited with surprising patience as she got him food and covered a place for him to sit. Once he was sure he wouldn't trail soot further, he sat, soon greeted by the cat who thought he would pity it. Obviously, Blue had never offered the animal anything in the past, and clearly wouldn't do so now. He hungrily ate what he was given, ignoring the little creatures attempts to paw at his legs.
He must have been nicer than the past, because he didn't even raise the temperature around the animal to shoo it away. He was going soft. Or he was just really tired. One or the other.
"I'm not hurtin' where I was stabbed, just...tired. Dunno how I c'n sleep so much as still feel tired, but I hear blood lose c'n do that." He took more bites of eggs, brushing a little bit of soot off his plate.
"I...thank you." he said between bites. The words were hard to say, but this was the closest to dying he had experienced. If she hadn't been home, and hadn't helped, he would have just been a flame extinguished into the night. "I know I'm not the easiest person to get along with. But you're a good...friend."
Blue woke up feeling groggy. It was a good thing soot didn't hurt him, because he was pretty well covered in it. He rubbed his face, sitting up and trying to find a clean spot to wipe his eyes on. There was an old towel next to the tub he hadn't burnt yet, so he sleepily retrieved that and brushed his face clean. He would need a shower. Honestly, he probably should have had one already. There was dried blood, and dirt, and soot, and, yeah, he wondered if he should even leave his nest now that he looked destined to leave a trail of dust through the house.
His nose was distracted by the smell of food, and he managed to stumble to the middle of the bathroom, dusting what he could from his body. He looked like a chimney sweep. Actually, like a raccoon. He rubbed his eyes one too many times. He tried again with the towel, finally turning on the sink to wet it and try to wash his face.
Nope, more like a panda now. This was useless.
Music was coming from the other room, and Blue listened for a moment before venturing out to see Juniper playing the guitar. He leaned against the door frame, then stopped himself, awkwardly trying to brush the soot of that too. Made it worse. He stopped trying.
"Sorry, luv, I seem to be leavin' more dirt than I'm cleanin'. I smelt food," he didn't comment on the music, worried that would make her feel self-conscious. Wait, worried? Great, he woke up looking like a raccoon, and acting like a human.
He needed to get back to bed. Clearly, he woke up in a different body.
Blue was a heavy sleeper. He always had been. Maybe it came from always sleeping in public places, or maybe it was because he was immune to a lot of things that tended to wake people up. Hot, cold, temperature fluctuation didn't matter to him. There wasn't even logs and coal digging into his back to make him uncomfortable, and the blankets were honestly better than most things he slept on.
Fire had a strange feeling for him. It gave him energy, and his mind seemed to translate that to 'warmth'. He was comforted by the flames, whether it was the deep smoldering heat, or the light flickering flames. In his little nest of burnables, he had plenty of both. Heck, if he had seen the fires Juniper created while cooking, he probably would have just had her throw the pans in with him. But they would have not been as comfortable, so maybe it was a good thing he slept through it.
The casual announcement it was time to eat was almost missed to him, but he finally rolled over and caught sight of the plate. Suddenly hungry, he made room inside his 'bed' to reach and claim the plate without risking hurting his friend. After all her efforts, he had finally come to terms with the fact that they were probably not nemesis anymore. She was asleep, and he frowned slightly to himself. Should he wake her? Should he let her nap? He chewed up the steak hungrily, but his own drained body could not keep up with the rate his brain was trying to work.
He had managed to burn herself even with him in the other room. He sighed. Setting his food off to the side, he snuck free of his nest and went to retrieve the aloe vera that had been bought the last time he had come over. When you hung around a fire mutant, it was pretty much a given to keep some.
Careful not to startle her (or wake her. It would have probably looked insanely odd to wake up to him next to her) he put the burn ointment on the splatters. He finished the last of his food, put the plate away in the kitchen, and tidied up the messes she had made. Hell, she had managed to create a lot of fire while he wasn't looking, hadn't she? Feeling weird and grateful, he got the last surviving pan clean, made sure the kitchen had no other damage, and returned to his spot in the tub.
She hadn't woken. The air wasn't smokey enough he was worried she had been sleeping where she sat, and the room wasn't cold enough with the fire she could get sick. Really, nothing to worry about. But, no, nothing to worry about.
Tucking himself back in, he pulled his charred blanket back over himself, re-lit some of the fires that had gone out, and went back to sleep.
After Juniper left, Blue took the time to make himself comfortable. With the small fires around him smoldering pleasantly, he felt his eyes shut, finally allowed to rest without anyone jabbing him and insisting he make small talk. Feelings, family, how had they landed on that type of crap anyway?
There was no one to judge him, so he scooped the large math book and curled up with it like a nice warm, smoldering pillow. If there had been actual logs to burn, this would have been perfect. Maybe he could just pay rent and nap in someone's bath tub more often. He wouldn't get woken by yelling as often, and leaching energy off the hot metal was even better than the grate of a good fire pit.
When Juniper returned, she would find an exhausted Blue out cold in his little makeshift bed. He was still holding the mathbook, and if anyone hadn't known better, they might even say he looked cute like that.
Blue didn't flinch when Juniper threw the towel at the door behind the Greek, but he did chuckle to himself. He stayed where he was with his book, until Juniper came back for him. Ignoring the insult, he blinked and let himself be helped up, awkwardly following, being led to where the metal tub was. Ah, that wasn't such a bad plan. A bit like a cat, well, a lot like a cat, he scooted the blankets around, climbed on top of them and made a little fort around himself with the books. Then, after a thought, he wiggled free of the pajama pants and politely put them outside the tub. No use ruining clothing for no reason. He pulled a blanket across his lap at a momentary attempt to be modest and then pulled his burning mathbook closer. He didn't light them all on fire at once, that would be a waste, but he did let it smolder a bit hotter, feeding off the energy from it. His own flames flickered a much more normal shade of blue with contentment.
He paused, realizing Juniper was speaking, and considered the question. "Steak would be nice. Certainly better'n that rabbit food she was listin'."
He flipped the book open and laid it across his stomach and nested deeper into the blankets. Hopefully they wouldn't burn right away, at least until he had acquired a decent bit of ash to rest against. He closed his eyes, then opened one just a bit so he could see her. "Do I need to do some type of awkward thank you card for this? I'm not sure either of us can handle such sincerity," he remarked. He shut his eyes again and smirked a bit. "I mean, if you don't want to cook you can always just hand me the steak and I'll torch it for you. I promise I'll wash up first before touchin' it." They already had a mini bbq set up in the bathroom anyway.
