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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Madison might have been a little more forward than Sveta expected, but she wasn't going being some cursory comforting touches. For all her boldness, Madison was just looking to help Sveta relax and feel at ease in an unusual environment for her.
The bubbly dancer briefly deflated when Sveta explained the issue. "There really are all sorts in any group, sadly." The Veil was doing its best to encourage a philosophy of co-existence, but some mystics were inevitably going to be their own agents of chaos. Madi heard stories of mutant criminals over the years, but now that she was part of a small subspecies of gifted peoples, she could better understand how damaging that felt.
"I'm sorry someone took advantage of your kindness. But trying to be kind isn't a mistake; especially on a day like that." Madison cupped Sveta's cheek, hoping to discourage Sveta from blaming herself for whatever happened. She guessed that was easier said than done. "Are you willing to tell me what happened? Not sure what help I can offer, but I'm happy to offer anyway."
Madi was ready to keep things hands-off if necessary, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't glad Sveta was open to a little more contact. Madi saw touch as a form of comfort and connection, and Sveta always seemed so stressed. She slid down from the arm of the sofa, plopping her butt down to sit in Sveta's lap. This wasn't her usual private room act, but it would be difficult having a serious conversation while shaking her ass. Instead, she leaned herself into Sveta, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and running her fingers into Sveta's hair.
"There, now that we're all settled in." Her free hand reached for the champagne flute Sveta was holding. She took Sveta's hand into her own and guided it to her lips to steal a sip. Given Sveta's mutation, she imagined hand-to-hand touching was something she didn't get often. "I feel like we've all spent the year learning about mystics. There's a lot to learn about, right? It's exciting." Madi was clearly still riding on the high of living the witchy life she always dreamed.
"How can I take care of your magical needs?" She tried her best not to make that sound suggestive, but everything sounded vaguely sexual in the purr-like tone Madi spoke with as Bubbles.
The first time Madison met Sveta, she could tell the Russian businesswoman was a fish out of water. It was exciting seeing her sit in her chair more comfortably, even using Madison's stage name. It was almost playful! "To be fair, I never left. Not if I want to stay on pace to graduate this Summer," she joked. She wouldn't give that kind of detail to your typical client, but Sveta was different. "That wouldn't be good girl behavior, after all."
The club was always about consent, and that went both ways, particularly with what Madison knew of Sveta's mutation. "Before we continue, is it okay if I touch you? I promise I haven't developed a mutation since your last trip here."
Regardless, she knew this wasn't just a pleasure trip. "As much as I'd love to think you were just craving a private show, I was told you wanted to see me about something?"
Life had been WONDERFUL since the Battle at Xavier's. Like, sure, the battle itself? Terrible. Terrifying. A little bit thrilling. But it was what came after, forming The Veil, connecting with witches around the globe, that really made the year fantastic. Madi was having to make a conscious effort not to slack with her college studies when there was magic to learn. Fortunately, the owner of the club would never let Madi drop the ball with her academics.
Hexes & Hoes was more popular than ever now that people knew there was a genuine mystical element to the show. Of course, that didn't mean she couldn't find the time to spend on Sveta, one of her favorite mutant VIPs. The dancer sauntered back into the private room and closed the velvet curtains, leaving them alone with the music of the rest of the club muddled by thick tapestry and a few enchantments.
Madi stood five inches taller than normal thanks to her black "work boots," which were knee-high and went great with her get-up for the night. The girls decided on a loose Perry Hotter theme, which mostly translated to pleated skirts, cropped button-downs, and a sleek witch hat. Okay, much of this ensemble was salvaged from her schoolgirl getup, but it was still a total slay.
Knowing Sveta wasn't the type to show up just to sit in her plush seat and get danced on, Madi elected to sit herself on the armrest with a broad grin. "Fancy seeing you back here, Ms. Sergeyeva." Could she have used Sveta's first name? Sure. But would that be as entertaining in her schoolgirl outfit? Nope.
Watching the horror of what was happening with the two women who got close to the mystics, Madison worried the tide was about to turn against them.
And then two leaders left. That was amazing! One Supreme was far less dangerous than three, right? Except surely if they were teleporting away, there was a reason.
Madison called on the communicators, "Heads up, two Supremes vanished. Look out for the old man and the mask guy."
Another set of shots rang out as some of the mutants challenged the Supreme and her crazy sword man. Agnes was on the ground, so Madison focused her intent. Please don't digest her.
From her garden, a large pod grew under her, clamping around the young woman. She called the plant back to her by pulling on its vine until the plant spit Agnes and a bunch of insects out.
"Eek! Ack!" Madison had to drop the garden and pull from her deck again hastily. "Draw!"
Traptrix Sera was just what she needed. She was weak because Madison was running out of energy; this was likely her last spell if she didn't want things to go very, very wrong.
Still, Sera was able to catch and ward away the more aggressive insects. "Poor thing, did they attack you with bugs?? You look awful. But in the, 'you've been attacked' way; you seem lovely and I'm sorry, I'm taking too much, this is just kind of crazy."
After protecting her little corner of the woods, Madison realized the scouting mystics had slowed down, and instead a veritable squadron was moving in unison toward her location.
Vesiculo had taken a beating and Madison could feel her false life force dwindling. She needed to cast a new spell when her construct companion expired, so she chanted, "Deceiving protectors of the dangerous forest, heed my call. DRAW!"
Unexpectedly, Madison drew a Spell Card! This was still something she was learning to handle right; monsters were easier to manage, but Spells and Traps were harder to maintain. Luckily, this one was worth the investment.
"I Activate the Traptrix Garden!"
The consolidation of their enemies into a smaller area made the Garden more effective, spreading lush, vibrant green grass beneath everyone's feet. Sundew and Venus Fly Traps popped up around the field.
"Watch your feet," Madi said into the communicator, not loud enough for the enemies to hear.
Careless mystics inevitably started stepping on freshly spawned plants. The Sundew bulbs were sticky and caught their feet, causing them to struggle to pull away, and fly traps snapped at ankles to trip foes up.
Vesiculo vanished and Madi ducked behind a tree, doing her best to maintain the field effect. If someone domed her with a rock, that would probably be the end of that.
”I don’t think anyone was going to complain about you coming to help,” she admitted, sipping her own drink. ”They accepted my help, and I’m pretty far from a fighter.”
Madison made sure to replay the way Amelia asked for her name, just to be absolutely sure she wasn’t walking into a fey trap. One never knew, after all. ”It’s funny, I’m not used to telling people my name in the club. I’m always Bubbles here. But I guess saving the world together is worth dropping the stage name. I’m Madison.”
A familiar face from the fight saddled up on a stool close to her with a characteristic quip. ”Miss Serena,” she greeted, grabbing a bottle of scotch; the business types and ice queens usually loved it, and Serena certainly radiated Type-A. Madison let the teasing name slide off her back because she was used to hearing it. With a stage name like bubbles, you usually had to have a bubbly personality and a nice ass. ”I’m not saying no troublemaking. I would never suggest that. But I think mischief is, like, way more responsible than genocide and world domination.”
She passed the exhausted woman her drink, neat. ”Though I guess I don’t know if you’ve ruled out world domination yet.”
Madison had thoughts about a governmental body like SUPER, but she did not want to hold that against people like Amelia. A system could be problematic without every person in it being part of the problem. Sabine, Hugh, Amelia; to their credit, they fought with and for the Mansion. If there was hope for change on the inside, that was the best hope.
The dancer flashed a bright smile, grabbing a couple of bottles. "How about a cocktail? We've got all night," she pointed out playfully, popping the first of what she imagined would be many sparkling rosé wine bottles. There was a reason she was good at her job. Well, several reasons, but somewhere between 'dancing prowess' and 'giant boobs,' her ability to be welcoming and disarming ranked high on her list of positives.
"I'm guessing this was a bit more than a typical day at the SUPER office, right?" Some pink gin, elderflower liqueur, orange bitters, and a splash of lemon later, Madison was pouring a bubbly pink concoction into flutes. "Here. It's a Blushing Nymph. It's my favorite on the menu." She also nudged one toward little miss slime girl, mostly out of curiosity regarding whether she could actually get drunk.
A demon was destroyed, the world was saved, and the X-Men's Mansion was a crater. Somewhere in all of that, they all successfully introduced magic to the rest of the world. There was a LOT to process and everyone was emotionally and physically drained.
What better time to celebrate with some shots?
The Mansion was in no condition to host, but Hexes & Hos was already closed for the night, so it made a perfect place for a post-almost-apocalypse party. The club's supply of alcohol was even bolstered by the generous donations of Melissa Xilx and her handy mutation. (Leah was already looking into adding her as a preferred distributor, but tonight was not the night for business.)
Madison's role at the club was very rarely "bartender," but tonight was informal and she had enough of a handle on the trade to pour a row of shots. "Order up! With a little pick-me-up enchantment from one of the girls." It was nothing like the alcoholic energy drinks that people used to cause trouble with, but everyone was tired after the fight. A little boost wouldn't hurt.
Raising a shot glass of her own, she added, "To the responsible use of magic!" She was glad they won the day, of course, but selfishly, she was quite happy they did not have to get rid of magic to do so.
Hearing the trouble was already so close, Madison wished her friends luck so she could rush into position.
She pulled out one of her decks, a normal deck of trading cards, and grabbed one of the Jokers from the deck. Setting the corner of the card on fire, she signaled two hand signs and flicked the card. In a flash of smoke, Madison vanished.
And reappeared where she left the other Joker, in the heart of the woods. "Yes! That worked!" She looked at herself. "And I'm still clothed!" The fates were coming up Madi.
Pulling out her deck of Trading cards prepared for this battle, she pulled a card and prayed for more good luck. "Grow strong and deceive your foes, Vesiculo!"
The monster she summoned was a young woman adorned in plants and fae-like garb, but that was not the monster. That was the lure.
Mystics approached Madi and Vesiculo, preparing their own spells, but they missed the plants rooted in Vesiculo. A large Waterwheel Plant snapped up several pods, catching cultists in the sturdy plant walls. "Aces! Keep that up, Vesiculo! But... probably don't digest them."
Madison always questioned the ethics of being Hercules' "Master," but it was mainly just a type of pact; he gained power from the pact, and she had a kind-hearted himbo at her beck and call.
While she was not alone in that connection, it was interesting to meet one of his other masters, Serena. She was just... iconic. After all the battle, if the world was not filled with demons and monsters, she would totally have to get her opinions on fashion. "Well now you're being silly; who wears glitter to a battle?"
With the help of Sveta, Madison was happy to coordinate her friends to help protect the X-Men's mansion. She had nothing against the X-Men, and if other Mystics were going to give her a bad name, she was all about proving them wrong.
The girl's from the club bought cloaks, both for the cold, and to present a united front in the face of a big, united cult. Madison wore an emerald green cloak with her hood pulled up to keep the wind from blowing her hair into her face. This was a serious moment, which even meant comfortable, practical shoes.
Knowing the goal was to protect the Mansion and the area surrounding it, Madison prepared a deck she was sure would help with defending territory. It came down to luck, but that was always the way with card games; she had to just rely on fate and her deck-building abilities.
Hercules had one thing right; everything about him was surprisingly direct. After dealing with the world of mortals and men for so long, Madison expected some level of doubletalk and exaggeration when dealing with anyone. She was not expecting to take someone like Herc at face value, but now she knew better. She was still iffy on declaring him a god, but she could grant him demi-god; that was a nebulous term, and myths and legends came from somewhere.
"My apologies for slighting you! Mystic, demi-god; I'm certain there are blurred lines there that I don't want to get hung up on. Regardless, I think we're all impressed." Looking back to her peers, they seemed to be on board with whatever Hercules was bringing to the table. "I think communing with a demi-god would be more fun as a birthday event than kinky sex-- though if you ARE interested in that, I'm sure we can figure that out later," she babbled, now more focused on magic than sex.
Hercules was interested in a magical ritual to channel power and forge connections, which sounded like a dream for a summoner like Madi, but he had rules. "Three rules. That sounds fair; assuming they're fair rules. Okay, lay them on me, big guy. What are your three rules?"
The suggestion was off the cuff, but Hercules proved his ability to accept a command and perform beyond all logical expectations. The way Herc hefted their well-built bouncer into the air seemed impossible for anyone who was not a mutant, or...
When she looked closer, the tattoos on Herc's body were glowing. If she cleared her mind, finding her center and her connection to the mystic plane, there was a tug toward the display of strength. It was only then that her suspicions were confirmed.
Hercules was the nicest, most physically impressive titan of a Mystic to stroll into her club.
Threatening to bend their stripper pole, Herc casually mentioned Aphrodite. Madison was all for respecting deities, but Herc spoke of her as a person, which piqued her curiosity. She wanted to coax more out of him, but she was quickly realizing Hercules was an open book. He did not shy away from a call to... er, sexual service, but he made it clear: he was here for magic.
All the dancers were slack-jawed, trying to process what he was suggesting, but it was Madison who got her bearings first. "Oh, no, no, you actually... well, you did absolutely respond to an application for some degree of sex-work, but we can talk about that later." Suddenly, Madison's offering to the party was sounding way more exciting than a professional submissive. "When you mentioned magic on the phone, I thought you might be hyperbolic, but... gods, you're a Mystic. That's so exciting! Most of the girls working here are Mystics. I mean, I'm not sure what becoming your Mistresses entails, but... let's just say we might be open to hearing more?" Looking back to her friends, she was met with nods of agreement. This man was something unique, and they were all too invested in their new magical studies to ignore an opportunity like this.
Madison leaned into Svetlana, propping herself up against the head of the sofa behind her. She held her drink to Sveta's with a clink. "To something new, then." She downed the champagne and let her body feel the music and the surprising warmth of the body she would be dancing on.
Zselyke returned to the table several large bills lighter and very satisfied with the personal service Karma offered her over a few songs. Much to her surprise, when she returned, another dancer named Felicity was sitting on the edge of the table and Svetlana was nowhere to be found. Apparently, Felicity was kind enough to watch their bags and drinks because Svetlana disappeared into the back with Bubbles.
The Senator took her seat and sipped her drink patiently. She was going to really savor this one.
Madison's body was hot. Literally. She was losing herself to the music, but it was undeniable she was dancing like she had something to prove. Somewhere along the line, she had lost her bra and her necktie, the latter of which was draped on Svetlana's shoulder. Finally able to catch her breath, Madison removed herself from the very intimate place she had ended up in Svetlana's lap. "Well, I'm honored to be your first... all of that." It was safe to say none of what happened during the private dance had been a familiar experience for the blonde.
Finding her bra and carefully clasping it, she glanced at her dance partner. "I hope it wasn't too much. Touching, I mean. Well, it was a lot of touching, but I hope you weren't too... overwhelmed?"
When she was a little more put together, Madison led Svetlana to the door of the private room and opened it, letting the rest of the club break the microcosm. She grabbed a marker they kept in one of the drawers beside the entrance. "I don't ever do this normally, for obvious reasons. But..." Madison tugged down the long sleeve of Sveta's left glove to expose her wrist so she could leave a message: her phone number, and the name Madison Meadows. "I'm Madison. Call me next week and we'll talk, I promise. Til then," she rolled the fabric back up Svetlana's arm, "Keep that safe. I don't go telling every cute client my secrets."