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.
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Posted by Annalise on Apr 18, 2021 19:21:40 GMT -6
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Laudry.
He was doing his own laundry.
... A man who took care of his own household chores! She swooned on the spot, and then glanced down at what she was doing.
All of her weapons were laid out on her table in various states of being dismantled, or reassembled. She cringed. She didn't want him thinking she was some dangerous nutcase.
<Just meal prep>
She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. This was going nowhere. She was killing a potential conversation!
<Did you need something?>
She facepalmed as soon as she sent the text, pushed her phone to the side, and got back to putting her guns back together.
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She was in the middle of flipping a half-cooked pancake when the text came through.
"R-Raijin?!" That hot guy from the park?
The pancake ended up stuck to her ceiling. She stared at it mournfully for a moment, allowing herself to distracted from the fact that he'd actually texted her, oh god, he was talking to her again after she'd runoff.
A little less than an hour later she texted back, after scraping pastry off of her ceiling.
<Oh, Hey! Sorry, I was a bit busy cleaning up after some stuff>
She paced around her living room nervously. Was that enough of a reply? Too much? Gah! She didn't know what to respond with, in like... a flirty manner!
<What are you up to?>
Maybe just stick with friendly. She wasn't 100% sure he was into her in a romantic sense, anyway. He definitely could have meant 'get to know you' like friends, no matter what her midnight fantasies said.
Posted by Annalise on Apr 18, 2021 18:51:55 GMT -6
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That text went ignored for three days and a night since she assumed it was either a wrong number or a prank. Annaliese didn't know anyone who tried to start a conversation with three letters and no introduction. Probably wasn't worth her time.
but....
On the fourth morning of her first actual day off, she started to wonder. She didn't give out her number to just anyone, so typically those who had it were either business associates, customers, or friends. Had someone drunk texted her?
<Who is this?>
She sent along a simple question back, while making lunch for herself and cleaning her guns.
Metallic pens? "Oh, no... I haven't. I don't think I've ever used black paper before." She lifted a pack of folders from her basket with a nervous smile, "Just the boring stuff for paperwork and such."
Liz explained a bit more about the snake, which helped to get Annie's mind off of the fact that she'd winked at her, and found herself quite surprised by everything he apparently knew about the animal. "... How do you know so much about it- er, him? Did he come with a note or something?" The image of that was adorable, and also sad. How heartless of the parents to just force their kid to get rid of the poor little thing like that! If they couldn't keep it, they should have sought out a home for him, or a sanctuary. Something! Geez.
"Oh, can I?" Was she excited? Yes! She loved animals, even if she didn't have the time or space to have any herself. Loved them enough for her confusing anxiety over talking to a pretty girl to switch off temporarily and allow her to do just that. She reached out slowly to touched the little thing gently with two fingers. She didn't know a lot about animals, but she knew you generally couldn't go wrong approaching them slowly... right? Less threatening that way or something.
"Oooh, he's so pretty!" Annie kept her voice down at least, still bound by the unbreakable lips-locked promise.
"I've thought about getting a snake before... but I just don't have the time for them." She pulled her hand back after getting a few good little pets in and sighed. "Maybe someday~"
Her phone chimed, and she reached for it on reflex. She could tell it was an alarm without looking, and that reminded her that she was supposed to be shopping and on a time crunch. Well, sorta. She supposed missing her slot at the range wouldn't kill her, she just hated missing things she had planned.
"Ah, poo. I'm late." slipping her coat back into her pocket, she reminded herself that at the very least she still needed to swing by and pick up more ammo, a few new cleaning rags, and she had her eyes on one of the new hidden holsters they had just brought in.
She snapped back to the conversation at hand, "Are you going to keep him, then?"
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She was absolutely starting to sweat for real now. Split the back, oh god, Annie why!?
"You know, on second thought I'm good! It's probably time to try some new ones anyway." She glanced down into her basket, "... I've always wanted to try rainbow."
@#$%@ #@%%@^#.
Thankfully the topic shifted to the snake, which Annie absolutely did not mind. She loved animals even though she didn't currently have space for one in her apartment. She'd even been daydreaming about a fish tank, but apparently, they needed a really large about of space to live a healthy liv-
Focus Annie!
"Your secret is safe with me!" She mimed zipping her lips, but definitely tried to get a good look at the pretty little serpent.
It didn't take long to go from looking at the snake to realizing she was also somewhat staring at the woman- Liz's neck, and she immediately jerked her gaze away. So much for a distraction!
"He sure is pretty. I've never seen one of him before." A little laugh helped her calm her own nerves down a little, and she tore her eyes away from a line of mechanical pencil packs to look back at Liz. "I spend too much time with my nose in books, I guess. Heh. Do you think someone abandoned him? He's not native here, is he?"
... Why was she talking about snakes? She didn't know anything about snakes!!
She lifted her wrist to check the time, wondering if she should excuse herself with a lame excuse about an appointment.
... Oh good lord she was severely overthinking this conversation in a pen aisle.
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The woman blushed.
Annie blushed deeper in response.
Well, this was going sideways already!
"I was, but that's okay! I can't hoard all of the good pens, right? Haha." Even though that was exactly what she had been planning.
It didn't occur to her that this woman could be a mutant. She was off the clock and there weren't any visual clues. She didn't automatically think to retreat a full six feet away. Especially when the woman offered the pack to her and Annie found herself subconsciously gripping the basket in her arms tighter.
"I suppo- Oh! What if we split them?"
...That was the dumbest thing she'd ever-
Too late now! It was already out of her mouth.
"I-i mean if you'd like too, that is? They really are the best pens. I've never had one smudge on me, ever. I'd take to take them all for myself."
She thrust her hand back out to pack the pens, inwardly sweating since she couldn't seem to shut herself up.
Posted by Annalise on Mar 10, 2021 14:19:23 GMT -6
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Annie was not quick enough to see the kiss coming, nor would she ever claim to be. The wild part of the back of her mind dealt with scenarios like that, not the rational part that was in control of her day-to-day activities.
It was the second kiss she had even had in her *entire* life, and from a tall, swole stranger who'd just barely learned his name. If it were physically possible her brain would have melted out her ears.
"I can @#$%in' tell." Her accent, which was normally well-controlled, rolled out with a gusto. She didn't bother to reign it back in quite yet, because that was literally the last thing on her mind at the moment. Getting her face to calm the hell down was a first.
Raijin tossed out a joke about him doing the other guy a favor and she couldn't help but snort. He wasn't wrong. "Eh, wouldn't have been much of a waste. Pretty sure he'd have been down after two shots. Didn't look too sturdy."
... What was she even doing again!?
Raijin handed her headphones and player and now she knew why he'd come sprinting upon them in the first place. She didn't hesitate to reach out and take them while stewing over what he'd said. He wanted to get to know the real her? SO... the non-work her?
"I-"
Her smartwatch started blaring a twinkling alarm. She shut up real quick and checked it, letting out a slew of very unladylike curses under her breath. All that time wasted being a paranoid mess and she STILL hadn't gotten her jog in! ARRGH!
".... I have to go." Pressing a button to turn the alarm off, she shifted from foot to foot trying to make a decision on the spot about what to do. She didn't often give her number out to.. well... anyone really. She didn't have time for socializing and dates, other than for very important people in her life.
... but... there were ripples in the still water of her life, so... maybe it was time to try something new?
"Can I borrow a piece of paper?"
Once he produced something for her to write with and on, she scrawled out her name in elegant cursive and then added her phone number at the bottom. Just to be a little extra, maybe because she was feeling a tiny bit bold, she scrawled her number out in textbook Harigana.
... and then she gave him back his stuff and turned tail to run. She looked back once, couldn't really help it, but it only made her bush worse so she flipped back around quickly and vanished around a corner.
Admittedly, Annie had been in some kind of tunnel vision as she marched down the aisle toward where the pens always were, lugging her basket with her and already daydreaming about what she wanted to do after. As such, when she just went and reached out for them she was actually surprised when her hand bumped into someone else's and she snapped out of her daze.
"Oh!" She blinked and looked up, spying the woman who also had her hand on the pack of pens.
In fact, they were both holding the pack.
... Awkward.
Even more so when Annie actually looked at her and that wiggly feeling in her stomach kicked into high-gear. She looked like she had a nice smile.
"uh." She looked at the pack. It was the last one left, and she sure as heck didn't want to walk out of here without her pens, but... "S-sorry!" With a majorly delayed reaction, she let go of the plastic pack and took a hasty step back out of the woman's bubble. Annie was blushing in embarrassment at her own antics.
"I totally wasn't paying attention. I'm sorry!"
Quick, find a distraction!
Annie reached out and grabbed at the first pack of pens she had within reach. She barely spied what they were as she threw them in her basket. Rainbow ink? Sure. Why not. Her notes were going to be fabulous for a while.
Douglas was trying to reel her in closer, and as her fingers wrapped around the warm handle of her concealed gun, she took a half step toward him and shoved her left hand into his shoulder. She was going to keep him at an arms distance away and then draw. He was already reaching for her body, not realizing she had a weapon quite yet.
The slapping of wood on the old pavement was enough to distract Douglas, who stopped trying to grab her and turned. She hesitated in pulling her gun out fully and finally spotted none other than Raijin as he appeared and came sprinting at them.
Her gun clipped back into place loudly as Douglas let go of her, and she immediately put distance between them. Good think too because Raijin hit him hard enough to knock him off his feet and send him spiraling to the ground with a spray of teeth and blood.
Then, he'd snagged her hand in a much gentler grip than Douglas had, and pulled her off with him. She was almost mystified by the absurdity of it all. Was this real life?
Raijin tossed a question plainly back at her that might have had other girls balking. Annie had long since gotten over the shock of potentially having to take a life someday. "That would have been the first!" It was a little hard to talk and run, with her chest still heaving from the adrenaline rush she'd just had.
She had definitely been in iffy scraps through the last few years, but generally when she flashed her weapon whoever was trying to intimidate her ran off, and it had been a long while since anyone had actually put hands on her. That was the second time in her life she'd actually thought her life was in danger.
"People keep trying, though." Her tune was a bit different. She was calming back down but still riled up enough to not try and hide her more... crass nature. She tugged her pullover back down into place with a huff, and then her eyes fell on his big hand holding hers and-
....
Crap.
Here came the blush again. "...Thanks." Aaaaand there went the attitude. She was alone again, with Raijin, who was still problematically attractive.
Some had been stolen, others lost, and most had just ran out of ink. She wrote a lot of numbers and wasn't often super reliant on her calculator.
She'd penned in some time to go out and get more work supplies, right after her monthly grocery run, and before her monthly swing by the shooting range to make sure she wasn't getting rusty. She needed to pick up one more clip and a box of 9mm's anyway.
Clad in a pair of clean jeans, a light jacket, and a loose t-shirt, she threw her hair back in a low bun and grabbed her belly band off the table by her door. She slipped her Ruger into the front right pocket, an extra clip into her left front pocket, and her small pepper spray beside it. Her un-tucked shirt hid everything from view, and hopefully no one would ever need to find out.
After slinging her purse around her shoulders, she left her apartment and headed for the office supply store that always had what she needed.
30 minutes later found her wandering the aisles of the store, a small pile of things already in the basket looped over her arm. She had yet to get her pens, so she headed there first. Aisle 15.... 15... She was on 13.
The distinct accent cursing behind her did not escape her notice, but she blamed it fully on the guy laughing at her rather than at some made-up attempt at her trying to lure him away.
Pssh, as if. She was about as suave as a lump of moss.
Annie hustled herself away quickly, jogging out of sight of Raijin before he could stop her, and then pushed herself even further just to gain some extra distance. She reached for her headphones and-
... they weren't there.
She patted the little built-in pocket in her yoga pants and-
... Music player. Gone.
She started to slow, facing down the fact that she was going to have to embarrassingly go back there for her lost items in the face of having just run away from him.
Great.
Someone popped out of the literal bushes in front of her and she immediately went on the defense. She put a few steps between her and him and he pressed further into her space.
Great. Lovely. She'd run into an actual creep. Running back there to get laughed at some more didn't seem so bad anymore.
"No thanks. You need to back off." She was firm and planted her feet, one hand hovering at the hem of her top, just light she'd been taught. He was being creepy but hadn't proven to be an actual threat yet. She wasn't about to draw on him until she was sure she was in danger.
He held his hands up but took another step toward her. Her mouth set in a thin line. "Ahh, don't be like that baby! I'm just looking out for you! Wouldn't want you to over-exert yourself or something." He didn't bother to hide that he was looking her up and down, and fixating on specific parts of her body.
She held up a hand to stop him and shuffled back a step herself, "No. You need toBack off." She was fairly sure she could skirt around him if she needed to. Maybe if she just-
She side-stepped and moved to go around him, and he darted into her bubble and grabbed the closest wrist, effectively stopping her and attempting to pull her toward him. She started reaching for her holstered gun, up and under her shirt, when-
oh no. That was a cute nickname. Raijin was dangerously charming. Her anxiety spiked and she almost fell over. Thankfully it happened at a time when he'd turned to look back at where she'd first seen him. She recovered quickly enough and was thankful that he'd actually given her something she knew about to reply to.
"Oh, Haiku? I took a creative writing class years ago that went over some of that, and my intro to Japanese teacher was super into it." There was genuine interest there, but it was a bit hard to convey it while bent sideways and looking at him awkwardly through her bangs.
Would it be weird if she asked him to show her? She wasn't sure. Writing was sometimes deeply personal for people. Maybe she shouldn't. "I can see how this park would provide lots of inspiration." Keep it simple. Just friendly chat. Don't look at his tattoo's.
He said her name, that gut-punch of a nickname, and she looked up at him after switching sides to stretch. "Hmm?"
...
Oh.
...
OH NO.
She snapped up faster than someone who'd just been smacked across the back of the legs with a switch and yanked her pullover down to cover anything that might be showing.
She'd forgotten all about it! Oh god! A small struggle began because when she pulled down on the top, one-shoulder slid all the way off, and she had to pull up on the top with her other hand.
Her whole face went beet red and she may have blacked out for a second.
".... I have to go. Nicemeetingyou!"
She turned, intent on sprinting away as fast as possible before he could laugh at her while screaming in her head about how Thad was never going to let her live this one down.
He didn't react to her, and she had never been more thankful for a non-reaction in her whole life.
He introduced himself, Raijin. He even had a cute name, oh god.
She could feel the flustered butterflies swarming to life in her stomach as even more fanciful scenarios clawed their way to life in her head. It didn't help that he hadn't gotten up yet... he'd dropped his hands from her knee, but he was still kneeling in front of her, and that alone was doing things to her she didn't like.
The blush that had never left her cheeks darkened a little, and she had to concentrate on not just opening starring at his tattoos. She didn't run into his type very often being the meek number cruncher she was.
"I-i'm Annie." She offered back, clasping her hands behind her back loosely to cover for her nervous fidgeting. She was absolutely not aware that he could definitely see a little way up her loose pullover. Annie was light and lean in body, made up of muscles used to running and leaping vs any sort of strength-based power.
Awkwardly, she wondered what to do, and realized that she'd kind of trapped herself by telling him that she wasn't done stretching yet. "I do run here often. There's plenty of people here and it's big enough to get a good jog in without too many laps." She didn't elaborate on when she often came, because she wasn't terribly comfortable handing out her schedule to people she'd just met.
The fact that he wrote caught her attention and she was ashamed to admit to herself that she wouldn't have guessed him the type. "Oh? What do you write, if you don't mind me asking?"
She took a step back so she had a little more space, and picked back up where she'd left on with her stretches. Dipping down a little, she grabbed the toe of one shoe and pulled back a little to stretch her hamstring on.
All rational thought flew right out of her head the moment this man, this deity of tattoos and muscle, knelt and touched her. Any semblance of words was replaced with the long, grim beep of a machine after a patient had just flatlined. He... he was massaging her knee. HE WAS MASSAGING HER-
"Oh, I wasn't about to stop. I'd just gotten started."
She wasn't even sure if she was breathing anymore, because she was slightly afraid that if she did this feverish daydream would pop like a bubble and she'd find herself convulsing on the ground or something. Clearly, she was having a stroke, right? Normal people didn't just appear and give you sensual knee massages.
The screeching in her ears faded, and she came to the horrifying realization that she now knew how this guy smelled. Kinda smokey, but with some kinda cologne under it?
Oh, @#$%, she was being a creep. This was a totally creeping territory.
Good thing she'd showered before deciding to go running
"You're really good at that!" Oof, great job Annie. So smooth. How was she supposed to get her knee out of his grip without being rude? It was obvious that he was just trying to be helpful. In fact, her physical therapist did something similar when she saw her once a month for check-ins. Annie was clearly just being weird because this one also happened to be super hot.
"I'm alright though, I still have other stretches to do and-" His fingers tickled the back of her knee. It jerked and she GIGGLED and then spent a horrifying eternity in her head wishing she could erase that from reality.
"uh... Sorry. I'm a bit ticklish." She reached down to try and gently shoo his hands away before she made any more embarrassing sounds.
What was she doing the whole time she finished stretching and he silently watched? Running through various scenarios in her head, like normal. There were the normals ones, like 'What is he attacks me' or 'what if I'm overreacting', sure... but there were also ones unique to Annie. (to be honest, a lot more like her too, but that is beside the point)
She was imagining him in other, more lewd scenarios, too. What if his robe fell off? What if he was an artist and he was secretly smitten with her and wanted to paint her naked? What if he marched over and grabbed her by the waist, dipped her, and-
Goodness, it was getting a bit hot under her collar.
She lifted her other leg, balancing on her left leg now, and started to rotate her right hip, and then a deep voice popped up from behind her. She simultaneously whole body clenched and jumped at the same time, and tried to cover it by putting her leg back down and turning to face the unnamed man.
Oh... he'd noticed that, had he? That was a first Maybe he was watching her because he was into fitness or something?
That thought was both disappointing and a relief at the same time.
He gestured in a friendly manner and her raised hackles smoothed a little. "Oh, um. Yes, actually." She offered a smile that wasn't far off from her work mask and rubbed the knee in question with her palm.
"Patellar tendon tear a few years back. Still in recovery mode."
As he approached, the mask she's slipped on saved her from looking like absolute lunatic no doubt. She hadn't even started running yet and she was starting to sweat in places just from the stress alone. He didn't seem to be making eyes at her though, so that made the interaction at least bearable for now. She just had to focus on not stammering like an idiot and keep her cool!
She noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt under his robe and zoned out for a moment.
... KEEP YOUR COOL, ANNIE.
"I'm surprised you noticed from all the way over there!" Deciding to distract herself from him, she pulled the other earbud out fully and slipped her hairband off her wrist so that she could tie her hair up in a high ponytail, unwittingly exposing all of her long, creamy neck.
