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.
Mae felt like the guy seemed oddly tense when in the bubble, but she didn’t keep it up long. He seemed to relax again, and the conversation resumed a normal flow. ”I am probably happier on the ground, but thanks for the effort.”
He suggested using his own powers somehow, and that gave Mae a feeing of curiosity, but not one she was actively dying to pursue. ”Electricity in general. Even older devices get shut off. I’ve turned off plenty of lamps.” she had learned to more or less curve her powers around devices she preferred to keep active. Once shutting the light off in her apartment was enough.
As the food arrived Mae was pleased with how good the dish looked. As politely as possible she dug in. She wasn’t the most dainty water, but she wasn’t a slip. Sort of the middle ground where she would eat a noodle whole instead of cutting it like a princess, but didn’t cram the whole plate into her mouth at once. At least if this didn’t end well, she made it to the meal.
Mae was surprised there was a school that actually let kids learn self-defense the way he was describing it. Then again, when there were mutants around, there were probably exceptions that allowed those types of things. Maybe they had a healer on staff or a special license. She knew grey areas existed for reasons like that.
Gifted youngsters... ah, so it was a mutant thing. Mae considered the name and felt herself nod slightly. "I heard of that when I was younger. My parents didn't think I really needed to go to a specific school for what I do though. It's more of a party trick than a useful power." Knowing mentioning it was already going to generate curiosity, she decided it was better to at least give him some type of clue. She let the dead zone expand, staying focused around their heads. The end result would be complete silence inside the barrier, with exception to their own talking.
"Safer only using it this way, or your phone would get a reboot. It's pretty basic: in the bubble, no outside noise," she withdrew the barrier so it rested against her neck once more. "When I was younger I was always turning things off when I walked down the street, but I got a handle on it quickly."
"And honestly, I just don't like the sense of responsibility if my powers do something funny and I cause a plane crash. I've been in cars without turning them off, but I've also killed the engine from the outside. Unless there is someone on board to keep the thing airborne, I will just stay on the ground."
Mae nodded when Seven told her about being up late being a common thing. It was something Mae would just need to get used to, not that it was a big deal. She was somewhat of an insomniac herself from time to time, as the current hunt for tea was proving.
Mae picked up a book from a nearby table and followed the invitation to sit on the couch. The good news was that, while it looked a little shabbier than some furniture, the couch was remarkably comfortable. Mae had some great naps on this couch before taking in a roommate. Now she was perhaps a bit more conscious of sleeping in the shared living room.
"Sorry there isn't much for entertainment. I know most people would watch a movie or something to pass the time," Mae admitted. She wondered if she should invest in some type of old TV for situations like this, with a simple DVD player. She didn't really bother before, but it felt a little empty when all she had were book cases and, well, books.
Pulling her legs up close, Mae turned to her page and tried to get back into the story.
Mae jumped slightly when Seven spoke, and turned around, holding the empty box of tea in her hand. ”I just have some standard insomnia. I was hoping tea would help but looks like I’m out.”
Sliding down to the floor, she yawned and pushed hair from her face. ”I’ll probably chill in the living room and read or something if you don’t mind. I don’t want to invade your space.”
Mae was trying to give standard roommate courtesy, but also was not one to walk on eggshells for fear of offending someone. They would have to learn to deal with each other’s habits eventually.
Mae was fairly professional while she made sure the paperwork was in order (a habit from her day job), and the took the cash, feeling a rush of relief that this was done. Some people would be nervous living with someone new, but she was just glad to have the finances taken care of. Reaching to the table she handed Seven a key. ”I’ll copy these at work and leave one for you. Guess welcome to the apartment.” one of them could have sold their soul to the devil doing this so fast, but sometimes, that was better than the alternative.
•A few days later...
Seven was quick to get settled. One day Mae came home and suddenly, she had a roommate. It was a little weird seeing stuff in the second bedroom, but there were no pagan alters or animal sacrifices so she didn’t feel too inclined for concern.
It was the first night having Seven sleeping there that felt the most odd. Mae was fighting insomnia hard, and wandered sleepily from her room in a baggy shirt and shorts, hunting for tea in the kitchen. The dead zone drifted in the open space, shutting off electronics as it went. She muttered sleepily, climbing on the counter to check the higher shelves.
”Where the hell did I put it...” she grumbled, unaware someone else was witnessing her bleary-eyed scavenging.
Mae had a bit of sympathy after hearing how Seven’s powers worked. Listening to so many noises all the time must get annoying fast. ”Do the headphones actually block it out?” she was curious and couldn’t resist asking.
She chose not to comment about needing all the help she could get. While it was a joke, it was very likely true. Beyond their heigh difference, Mae was not a fighter. She could get in a decent punch for self defense but after that she was toast.
”You can come and go as you like, I’m not judging. Noise doesn’t keep me up since I take my bubble of silence with me to bed.” she commented.
Reaching over to a side table, Mae produced two different paper stacks. ”Top one is my current rental agreement. It shows I’m played for a roommate to cost-share. The second would be our agreement between each other. Basically, if you break shit you fix it. Don’t be an ass. Pay your bills on time.” the paperwork was very standard, and Mae had preprinted it at work so it would be on hand.
”If everything works for you then you can move in as soon as you pay first months half. If you need to contact me you can text or leave a message, 80% of the time my phone is off but I check it about once every few hours to make sure I didn’t miss anything.” honestly she never did. Being antisocial meant no one needed to hint you down for entertainment.
The humor was not something everyone would understand. Mae was not surprised Seven had trouble getting a place. Actually, it reminded her a lot of her own struggles growing up. Maybe that was what caused the wry smile to cross her face. ”Are we talking bladed weapons or hand to hand combat? Wizard duel or larp? I can handle morning showers but if that fails I’m sure we can further discuss the dueling rituals.” Mae responded.
She raised one eyebrow as Seven explained their mutation. ”It’s like you were cursed with the opposite problem I have. Can’t tell you how many alarm clocks I tried before I realized my power was the problem.” Seeing as her companion wasn’t running for the hills, Mae took the chance and sat on the arm of the couch, tucking one leg up under her.
”If you keep your stuff in your room you’ll be fine anyway. My powers don’t go through walls, and once you shut the door it stops it. I work mornings so if you’re home you have the apartment to yourself. I don’t own a tv or a computer, for obvious reasons. The building has its own laundry and fitness room. Rent is due on the 5th, if we are late they send the nicest little old lady to ask for it who will make you want to sell your liver to pay her on time.”
The applicant was very forward. Actually, on general human levels, they were almost borderline aggressive. But Mae was a very laid back person and didn’t find this too jarring. After endless interviews, she knew how exhausting this was. Apparently, Seven felt that way too.
”Frankly, cutting to the chase is easiest at this point. I am pretty done with the pleasantries. Sounds like you are too.” Mae stepped out of the way so Seven could enter. She didn’t look at all opposed to the gender situation, or the name even. At this rate she was just glad at the prospect of someone being willing to pay their half of rent.
”I guess the only things really to ask are if you will be fine with the living arrangements. There are two rooms, but one bathroom. We can duel it out who goes first or whatever your prefer. If it’s arm wrestling I will probably lose so try to make it fair for me.”
She stopped next to one of the door and jabbed a finger at it. ”This one is mine, if you stay yours is next door. But that brings us to the other point of controversy, my mutation.”
She felt like a magician pulling off her hat as she let go of her powers. The dead zone snaked to fill the room, stretching to the full ten foot limit like a cat that wanted to prowl. All of the noise from neighbors, traffic, even the television an upstairs resident had on vanished. An eerie quiet took its place as they stood inside the slight shimmer of the bubble.
”This is the dead zone. No sound, no electronics. If I have it stretched out don’t even try to use the microwave, it’s a waste of time.” She lifted her phone off the table to show the blank screen. ”If you value your things, they stay in your room. I am not responsible for data lost by hard reboots. If that’s something you are okay with, we can keep talking.”
This was the point 4 of the last 5 applicants had turned and left. Not being able to use their phone in the living room? That was a general hard nope.
Mae was not a very social person, and generally kept to herself. Living alone hadn't been a horrible idea with that in mind, but she was beginning to feel desperate for a roommate as her next rent due date loomed. New York was known for its insane cost of living, and while she had a decent job, the two bedroom she was holding down was about to be beyond her means.
“Come on, someone out there has to be normal.” she had already interviewed a collection of people, ranging from an Italian guy who thought ‘how you doin’?’ Was an appropriate greeting to a kid who did not seem old enough to even live on their own and no job to speak of.
Today, they had one more interview though. Mae glanced at her phone, safely left on the table where the dead zone wouldn’t kill it. UnluckySeven was the Internet handle. Mae still wasn’t sure if this was a girl or a guy, her lack of specific gender priorities when posting the add had given her a variety of interest.
Not that it mattered. Anyone would work at this point... Anyone with a means of income and who would not take ten hours in the shower at night hogging the one bathroom. If they could handle living with a technology cancelling mutant and also function like a normal human being in the shared living space, she could make it work.
When the door rang, Mae forced herself over and smiled politely. ”Hi, I’m Mae. Welcome and all that jazz.” She was wearing a baggy t-shit with a cartoon Cheapachu on it, in a retro screen print of course. Her jeans had a few rips in the knees but in a casual way, and her silver-blue hair was down, a wavy cascade surrounding her face. Mae was barefoot, and that probably made her short stature even more evident.
Mae listened to the girl's explanation and moved so they were safely out of both traffic and the general pedestrian flow. "I've seen sillier things get stolen. Heck, they may not have even thought the leather was a sign of value, just hoped for an easy grab."
Putting her hands in her pockets, she listened as horns honked and the general noise of the city seemed to gain volume. She was more than ready to be home and back in her little cocoon of quiet. "Still, static shock is more than what I could have done, honestly. My power is only good for shutting things down. Unless one of them was an android, I probably would have had my bluff called fast," she smirked.
"I'm Mae. Are you living in this area? Hopefully you don't have more issues on the way home." The kid seemed younger than her, and the older sister type instinct kicked in, making Mae want to be sure things were fine before she took off. She didn't want to abandon someone if they were attracting danger or bad karma all at once.
Mae lifted her water in response. She was relaxing enough there was a chance she would order something different when the food arrived. It was important to have a clear head on these things, but signs were at least saying he was good for conversation. He wasn’t flat out staring at her chest, he hadn’t made any racist comments, and he didn’t talk about a pet fish for ten minutes. On standards of past dates, this was almost nice.
”Next time, solid color button down, no tie. Dark but not black. A grey-blue can bring attention to your eyes without you looking too much like a game show host,” Mae advised. She smiled at the end.
”I think we just have to remind people we use fancy mud. That low quality mountain stuff isn’t worthy of the sophisticated clientele.” Mae wagged an eyebrow and gave a mocking impression of a rich woman. ”This mud should be 100 degrees on the dot or my wrinkles will be twice as bad in the morning. My personal trainer says I need organic kale so make sure you only use that on my wrap!” ahh, the rich. It was what kept her bills paid, though.
”Flying sounds interesting. I’ve never flown anywhere, actually. My luck I will get in my first plane and develop a quick case of vertigo. I don’t really go around electronics much for safety reasons.” she admitted vaguely.
”Do you teach self-defense at a school? Or like one of the Rec centers? I know the college had courses a while back. Wait, you wouldn’t hit people at a school I hope. You aren’t like in a fight club or something? Your nose is too straight for that.” she squinted at his face. There didn’t seem to be the tell-tale signs of broken bones there.
She laughed and returned the toast, ”To the rich who apparently need organic ice packs to deal with the self-defense bruises you gave them.”
Army brat was a fair enough excuse so Mae let it be. First dates were not meant for interrogations. She picked out a pasta dish and set the menu away, thinking about what he said. ”I spent my life in this city, went out a bit when I was younger but not any more. I’ve learned to just enjoy where I am.” there were plenty of reasons not to travel. For one, she avoided any water bigger than a bathtub. For two, when you could find silence anywhere, there was no reason hinting it down. She could have a peaceful walk in the park anytime she needed.
She smirked slightly at his next comment, ”Love is just the brain being tricked by chemical reactions. I prefer to think I’m a realist and people don’t appreciate that. The world is full of fakes and I don’t waste my time with that.”
The waitress came before Mae could answer and she picked out a 5-cheese penne. Once Sam was done ordering she let the conversation continue.
”I work at a spa. Rich people go there to relax. People pay a lot to have someone cover them in mud. I run reception. It’s boring but it’s calm. And you?” he acted like he traveled a lot, but there was no way he was still in the military. He lacked the haircut or discipline for that, from what she currently saw.
Elemental sounded like a lot of power for one person. Sometimes Mae envied them, sometimes she didn’t. The worst her powers could do would be to turn off someone’s computer and make them lose a document they didn’t save. If you used your powers wrong as an elemental could you hurt someone? Destroy something? She watched as he shattered the flower. Ah, so broken things it was.
”Survival seems like a unique hobby. Did you move here from out of town? I don’t know a lot of people who camp in this area. Or backpack.” she wasn’t doubting him necessarily, maybe just sensing something under the surface. Part of being on a blind date was identifying any red flags quickly and getting the heck out of there. Safety first, after all.
So, he would never be on a phone with an x? ”I’m getting you aren’t the dating type? And don’t worry, I didn’t get that just from the outfit,” she took a second to look at her menu, deciding it was better to at least glance at it before the waitress looped back. The food had sounded good even if she hadn’t been sure how she felt about the date.
”I’ve been on a couple, but mostly because my coworkers seem to think any single woman must be desperate for love. It keeps them from giving my number out when I’m not looking.”
He...actually would have worn a classic rock shirt? Mae was withholding judgement. She liked to think of herself as a fairly open minded person, after all. But her music taste was probably lacking due to her mutation. It had taken time to be able to even play music without her powers interfering. Years of forcing the dead zone to a confined area had also put her behind a lot musically.
She was glad she wasn't drinking for the next comment. Sam I am. Okay, cheesy. She wasn't sure if it was funny or cringe worthy yet. Sometimes it depended on the execution. "I mean, there is a healthy balance between lying and too much honesty. I've had people tell me they just got off the phone with an ex five minutes before coming into the restaurant and that much of their life story so fast is a major game changer. Similarly, if you did do this all the time, admitting it might be a bad plan. You have to keep some cards close to you, right?"
Okay, so he wasn't keeping the cards close after all. The flower appeared on the table and she looked surprised. "That's...actually pretty impressive. Does it count as an ice breaker when it isn't broken?" She reached out a finger and poked it. Did she leave it there, pick it up? Social etiquette did not cover magical frozen flowers.
"So, ice is your mutation? Are we talking elementalist or you just focus on botanicals," Mae said, looking back up. She wasn't swooning over the gift, but she was flattered at least. He was creative, she'd give him points for that.
It turned out, the person who lost the backpack was also a mutant. Thank goodness, there was backup. There was a small problem though, and that was the fact the girl seemed to have some sort of power involving electricity. Mae did her best to wrangle her powers in one direction. The last thing she needed was to shut off the only thing actually offensive between them.
"Give the bag back," one of the guys muttered to the other. There was a glance between Mae, the new girl, and then finally they gave in and pitched the backpack from the window. Mae held the car until the girl was safely back to the sidewalk, then moved a few steps back. Like magic, the car returned to life. Like the cowards they were, the criminals escaped and Mae turned her attention back to her companion.
"I'm hoping everything is still there?" There was a light shimmer in the air as she pulled her powers back to the base of her neck. She didn't want to kill anything she shouldn't now. "I guess I should have checked before letting go of the car. I just didn't want to block you on accident." Mae motioned toward the girl's hands where the sparks had been moments before.
