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.
Veronica scrambled a few feet away the second she was let go. God. That woman was so freakishly strong. Why was her heart pounding so damn hard? She could hear the people shuffling around on the floor below her, likely looking for her. Did they have guns? She actually wasn't sure. Normally that was the sort of thing that she tried to check before she swiped a stash from someone, but she hadn't really had the time today.
"Stab me and leave me in an alley, and take this." She didn't see any point in lying to the woman, she definitely maybe totally had a bag of their drugs. The woman wasn't likely to turn her over, and even if she was the distraction would probably be enough for Veronica to stun everyone with a scream and absolutely bolt. It was much easier to do that sort of thing in doors. The bag just looked like a messenger bag, obviously the dealers didn't label things as 'big ol bag of drugs'.
Veronica was a lot more of an observant person than most people would have pegged her for. She came off as abrasive and sometimes extremely impulsive, but she did actually pay attention to those around her quite closely. How did you know who was going to chase you down or take a swing when you swiped there wallet otherwise?
Lenna was definitely considering something. She was probably trying to gauge Veronica, or wondering if her hotdog was poisoned or something. People looked gift horses in the mouth far too often.
Or maybe she just found Veronica's attitude abrasive. She could get that. It was definitely a little rougher around the edges than say... Her sisters. Addy put on a mean face, but she was soft and squishy on the inside.
She tilted her head, genuine surprise on her face. It was a nice enough accent, but the actual words had been the shock there. "That does sound shitty."
Veronica shrugged lightly. "I don't necessarily care. People suck. It's a universal rule. But I am interested, you're more unique than I gave you credit for." She admitted unashamedly.
Veronica wasn't really going out of her way to be nice to the other girl, it was more out of pity. She wasn't totally above throwing some change at a homeless person that wasn't smart enough too learn how to pick pocket. Some people were just born to live pathetic lives, and she would very very rarely indulge them, momentarily.
She shrugged, taking a bite out of her own piping hot dog and muttered "Whatever." Through a scolding mouthful.
Veronica audibly snorted. "Then you should make some money, or come across money." She took another bite and realised she'd probably not eaten for several hours. That was becoming a habit. Oops.
It wasn't like she had a body image problem or anything, she was just a busy woman and didn't always have the time to think of things like food. "Either way, you learn something every day. Veronica."
She was pushing against the woman with all of her strength, frantically wriggling against the wall but the damn blonde just wouldn't budge! She was so strong, even with this adrenaline rush Veronica wasn't strong enough. She debated screaming. But it would give away where she was to the men that were chasing her. She didn't really know how to get out of this.
"T-" She gasped for breath. "Hiding" She hoarsed.
As if one cue a door slammed open on another floor, and several sets of footfalls were audible, as well as several sets of male voices.
Veronica sighed, and closed her eyes momentarily. "You can be exhausting." She opened them again. "Yes, yes you do. Christ, what's it going to take for you to stop caring so much? Someone need to break your heart?" Veronica didn't say it, but she'd cut any bitch that broke her sister's heart. She'd probably kick them too.
"They do say natural talent is rare. And I am pretty blessed." She admitted shamelessly. She was fast, pretty healthy, had a dope ass power, and the voice of a F----- angel. She wasn't remotely shy about admitting it.
"Funny. Jokes on you, when has she ever watched us eat anything? Or been around us for that long?" She raised an eyebrow. "Man. Your comebacks suck. I really need to teach you a thing or two, or you're going to end up getting into a bad situation, or mouthing off to the wrong person."
Veronica more or less finished her lunch and glanced up at her sister, taking the time to wipe her face with a napkin before replying. "Yes. Lets."
Veronica narrowed her eyes at the other girl. Was she being sarcastic? She actually couldn't tell. Well regardless, she'd recently lifted a good amount, and was feeling generous. Sometimes you had to take pity on crazy people, or homeless teens. It let you build up some good karma in the bank, so you could kick whoever you wanted, or pick pocket without penalty.
She didn't actually respond to the girl, just putting down some bills at the hot dog man. "Two with the works. Don't slop toppings everywhere, do NOT cover them completely in sauce, and take some rolls that aren't all crusty and hard. Some decent ones, from the back of the bag." She glared evils at the man, who simply shrugged and began fulfilling her order.
She gave a side ways glance at the girl while she waited, tapping her foot impatiently on the ground. When they were done she snatched them away from the man without a thank you, but didn't take the change offered. He could keep it. It was whatever. She started walking away and held out the second hot dog to the girl.
"Throw the messed up one in the trash, take this one."
Veronica had spent so much time in the seedier parts of the city, in the underbelly, so much more time than most people her age, or most New Yorkers in general. She was pretty good at avoiding trouble, and very good at bugging out quickly when the trouble did find her. She’d spent an extensive amount of time in abandoned and derelict buildings like this one over the last couple years.
So generally, she knew what she was in for. At least, she thought she did until she ran headfirst into a fucking ninja. How the hell had the woman reacted so fast to Veronica barrelling past? What was she doing here? Why was she so strong?! Oh. Veronica was scrawny and the woman was not. That explained that.
Her mind and body were already jumped on up adrenaline before she was pinned to the wall, and now it was cranking up even more, Veronica felt like her heart was about to burst out of her chest. “I-ugh-letgo” she wriggled against the wall frantically.
Veronica rolled her eyes. She was showing one thing on the outside but there was definitely something boiling below the surface. As much as she hated the whole ‘feelings’ thing, Addy drew them out of her. It wasn’t just that Addy was her sister, she was related by blood to her parents and she couldn’t stand to be around them. “You’re the one that’s missed the point.” She sighed.
“I don’t want to get rid of you, it’s got nothing to do with blood.” She muttered a little quietly. She really hated the way that Addy got to her, but Veronica still couldn’t bring herself to not be around her sister at all. Even when she was furious about the whole power thing, it was hard to not be around Addy. Avoiding her had been.. More trying than Veronica let on to anyone.
“Maybe if you put some effort into not being so lame, you’d be tougher.” She shot back before returning to her meal.
“Look, I’m sorry if I don’t inhale food like you, we can’t all unhinge our jaws like snakes.”
Veronica idly wondered how long it would be until she got assigned to another school, again. Breaking out of this one was a little too easy, and it wasn’t exactly like her parents gave a damn if she wandered around the city at random. She was smarter than all of those dumb kids in her class anyway. Why should she be forced to sit through torture at the hands of awkward middle aged dudes when she could just read?
She’d been wandering around for what, a few hours now? As usual flirting with hypothermia, because who had time for more than 2 or 3 layers, really. And hunger was starting to set in. Veronica snickered as she walked past a teenager failing epicly to eat a hotdog. “Just buy two if you want that many onions.”
She stepped up and bought her own, before scanning around for a source of coffee, glancing back at the other teenager.
If Veronica was being perfectly honest, and in a situation she totally couldn't escape with a therapist sworn to confidentiality, she was a little jealous of her sister. Veronica claimed that Addy needed to care about things less, which to an extent was how she really felt. But a part of her also wished she was as in touch and free with her feelings as Addy was, it just wasn't who Veronica was.
"Like 30 seconds of time outside of our mother's womb doesn't make you more emotionally mature than me." She muttered.
Veronica rolled her eyes for dramatic effect and reached out and gently took her sisters hand with an amount of tenderness that surprised her. "Hey, dummy. I'm not going anywhere. You're never alone. That's what having a twin means." She squeezed her sister's fingers gently. "No matter how much you annoy me, I'm always going to be here when it really counts, got that?"
"And of course you do, as I consistently prove, I'm the smart sister." A playful smirk was touching her lips, she let go of her sister's hand and resumed attacking her lunch.
Veronica shrugged. "I don't get this need of yours to seek validation in others, just be happy with yourself." She snorted. "Hell, if that's what you're looking for the fact that I can tolerate you should tell you more than enough."
Veronica was getting dangerously close to complimenting her sister. "I wouldn't go that far." Veronica thought out loud. "Just because I don't pine after a relationship like you do don't mean that I can't appreciate how things and people look. Just don't feel the need to be loud about it."
She'd found people attractive, physically speaking, she just didn't assume that looks equated to a tolerable existence, that was one too many coinciding factors.
"You are. Stop it." She meant it, Addy worried about things too much. "Stop worrying. You'll give yourself early wrinkles. You take long enough putting your make up on already without having to cover those up."
Veronica had always found the whole philosophy about actions speaking louder than words dumb. She was into music, music was kind of the distillation of both, which was part of what made it awesome. Crafting lyrics and music with her sister was one of the few things in life that brought Veronica absolute glee, and as a result she chose most of her words extremely carefully and smoothly, in a variety of situations.
Actions however, she did not.
Turning a corner she was sure there would be a good hiding place in here somewhere. The building was a reasonable size, and in a quite a state of disrepair- Wait no, all of it wasn't. Some of the doors looked almost new.
She barreled around one, frantically looking for some where to hide. There was a figure in the doorway and she was carrying so much momentum she couldn't quickly stop herself, she was going to crash into them. "Oh Shiii-" the words barely escaped her before the woman deftly avoided Veronica and knocked the wind out of her, pinning the teen to the wall.
She wriggled against the wall, her headphones coming loose, blaring music now audible. She was still holding the bag in her arms, very pale against the wall. Veronica definitely had more exposed skin than was advisable in this weather, and she was feeling very very energised.
Her heart was pounding so freaking hard. She'd had adrenaline rushes before, but this was freaking ridiculous.
Veronica sighed. Setting down her burger gently, taking a quick sip of her beverage before glancing back at her sister. Time for some of that sagely sister advice. "Addy, can I tell you something? Your answer does not matter no, I'm telling you anyway."
"People are S---, most all of em'. If someone isn't interested in you, it's either because they have bad taste in music, or they're straight, or just a s--- person. They're not worth your time. S--- even some of the ones that don't do any of those things aren't worth your time." She toyed with an onion ring before popping it in her mouth.
She glanced up at her sister again from her food. "Stop being so hormonal and rushing, just enjoy yourself, keep writing music with me and you'll find someone you like that likes you back eventually. Thristy isn't a good look on you either." She teased.
Okay, this was too much sisterliness. "And that's all I'm saying on the subject, and your sisterly advice and affection quota for winter. Take it or leave it."
"You'd better. Care about yourself more." Addy was too soft, the world was going to chew her up if she wasn't careful. And Veronica would have to pick up the pieces.
"You can call them mom and dad. They're the ones that asked us to call them by their first names. And there are plenty of sh----- parents around, it's not like we're special like that."
It was good that Addy had hidden her phone from view while looking up the word, Veronica was well aware of the meaning and may have suggested that her sister should maybe not skip school if she didn’t know basic English. This was America after all, if you didn’t know how to speak properly, how would you get anything done? Also she was not having her backing vocals screwed up. No way.
A little teasing smile crept onto Veronica’s face. “Awwwwh, is my sister having girl trouble? Would you like to talk about it while we paint our nails? Should I buy you some rom coms and ice cream?” Veronica cared a lot less about the opinions other people had of her, truth be told. As long as they saw her, heard her voice, she could care less.
“Well don’t act like that then. It weirds me out.” She admitted.
Rolling her eyes in amusement Veronica smiled again. “You care too much, you dummy.”
"Addy you're really working your way up to a smack." She muttered. How did her sister not think being called plucky was lame? It wasn't even like she was just labeling Veronica with it either, she'd called herself it too. It was like Addy wanted people to laugh at them, sometimes Veronica thought she'd just completely lost the plot, that could be the only reasonable explanation for her behavior, surely.
"Oh, is that why you're single?" She quirked an eyebrow, a smile creeping at the corners of her mouth before being quickly disguised by popping an onion ring into it.
"Jesus, when did you become such a health freak?" Veronica would put whatever she damn well pleased into her body, thank you. "You're starting to sound like mom."
