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 was admittedly pushing their limits and ready to pull back, but Svetlana was more receptive to her than she anticipated. She should really take a massage course; this was clearly a talent worth developing.
Of all the things to desire, uncomplicated was a noble one. Bubbles chuckled, melody back in her voice note that things were back to a comfortable balance between them. "That's the dream. Maybe that's why I don't really date. Waiting for 'uncomplicated.'" That was a hard sell in a relationship. People were weird and dynamic.
Of course, not everything was a relationship. "But if there's part of you that is the tiniest bit curious, you've bought the time of a dancer who feels very enthusiastic about showing you a good... 'uncomplicated' time you deserve after all you do for everyone else. If you'd like to reconsider my offer of a dance."
Madison rested a hand on Svetlana's lap, close to her knees to keep from invading her space too aggressively. "If I'm sending you home thinking of me anyway, I can leave you with some good memories." She may have been sweet and friendly, but she knew how to turn on the sultry when she thought the offer might strike a chord.
Sveta softened under Madison's touch, so she was either doing a great job or the Russian woman was learning to relax with her. Madison repositioned herself to give attention to Svetlana's other shoulder.
Sexuality was hard to pin down, particularly when you just lived life on an assumption. It was interesting to know her dance was enjoyable for Svetlana. "Well, nothing wrong with attraction not coming easily. Not everyone gets hot under the collar for every got person on the road, or society would be a mess. That's the fun of a place like this; there aren't as many barriers between people and sexuality."
Feeling bold, she leaned close, and with a breathy voice close to Svetlana's ear and her barely contained chest pressed between them, she pointed out, "I guess the question is whether a girl like me in a situation like this makes you uncomfortable or 'hot and bothered,' as you said. Who knows? Sexuality is messy and not worth overthinking sometimes."
There was no real reason to keep Svetlana in the room for another song. Well, there was the practical benefit that Svetlana was the kind of person who would pay for the extra song, but Madison wasn't money hungry enough to be motivated by that. She really wanted to return things with Svetlana to the right foot, and they really were so close to real progress with... something.
To her relief, Svetlana played along, sitting back into the seat. Remembering Svetlana's tentative willingness to let Madison touch her arm, she tried it again, rubbing up and down reassuringly.
She had people she cared for. It didn't just sound like friends; whatever Svetlana did, she felt responsible for mutants. "That sounds like a lot of responsibility to keep on your shoulders." It was a shame she didn't know some kind of muscle relaxing magic, but she could always attempt to knead away some stress from those burdened shoulders.
Svetlana joked about being the straight girl at the strip club, and Madison smiled, but she hesitated. "Maybe she thought you'd enjoy the men and muscles. Or maybe she was curious." Madison was not a person who doubted or questioned the sexuality of others, but she also knew how compulsive heterosexuality was a thing. "So... you've never seen a woman in that way? Or was it something you never had to consider. Well, til a bubbly brunette bared her boobs for you, obviously," she teased.
Madison was unsure whether Svetlana would press her for more information, demanding answers to how Mystics became what they were. The Cult probably had some strict rules in place, but given the girls of her Coven left the Cult shortly after becoming Mystics, Madison was clueless to what she could and could not do in their eyes. Given the uncomfortable way some cult members spoke about mutants, and to a lesser extent, humans, Madison did not want to put stock in their rules, but maybe there were reasons to be hesitant.
Except Svetlana was not a forceful or mean person. She was curious. Maybe she was stunned to find the process of Mystification so different from mutants, who were born with powers innately.
Taking a deep breath, Madison got to her feet, loosely offering her fingers into Svetlana's hand as she walked away. "Wait. You didn't offend me; I'm just not used to questions like that. But... you're not a bad person. You don't have bad person energy."
Leaning close over Svetlana's shoulder, aided solely by her high, high heels to make up the four inches of height difference, Madison offered, "Stay for one more song; really. Just one more song of quiet company to end this night on a not shitty note. We can... talk about the Mystic thing another time. Outside of work hours? How does that sound, Svetlana?" Madison did not meet with clients outside of work, but she wanted to know more about Svetlana's interest in Mystics. If Svetlana was hesitant about Mystics, maybe the universe was offering Madison to be an ambassador.
Madison wanted to ease Svetlana's concerns, but the more she shared, the more the powerful blonde questioned everything about her. She understood how hard to believe magic was, even when you saw it used. People knew mutants were real, and while Madison always held to the belief that magic was real, this was something tangible and perceivable in the world.
The line of questioning Svetlana was pursuing felt more pointed than incredulous. She sounded like she believed the magic but wanted to know more about Mystics. That made Madison nervous, because she suddenly wondered if she was sharing too much.
The first song had ended, shuffling to another song on the Bubbles playlist, but Madison was only vaguely aware of it. She felt suddenly exposed, even in her skimpy outfit. She did her best to put on a smile. "Hey, the first song's over. Thank you for everything, but I shouldn't keep you." She wanted Svetlana to feel comfortable with her company, but with the way things took a turn, Madison was unsure if she still felt comfortable. Maybe trying to end their time early was the safest choice.
Svetlana was doing a good job of relaxing into Madison's touch despite herself. The dancer was ready to pull back if it became too much for her, but given what Svetlana must have gone through, Madison was impressed by her. It took strength of will to recognize your hang-ups and work on confronting them.
Their peace hit a bump when Svetlana was taken aback by what Madison was. Nervous, Madison pulled her hand away, resting it on her bare lap. Had she misjudged Svetlana?
The thought of backtracking and lying crossed Madison's mind, but she was a terrible liar and it might be even more suspicious after everything she said. She wanted to show she was credible and honest and not a threat. Summoning magic was a bad idea for that, because some of her summons were still... untamed was a good word for it.
Instead, she could try a low-level illusion she was working on. She placed her hands out in front of her, like a closed book pointing out. She lifted the top hand up to hold it at a ninety-degree angle from her arm and twisted the right hand so her fingers on both hands were perpendicular to each other. She slid that hand down to her palm, then flipped her first hand down so the fingers of her right hand were grasping the palm, as if pulling something invisible into their grasp.
Taking that right hand, Madison brushed her fingertips across her cheeks, leaving a smattering of rainbow-colored freckles on her otherwise clear tan skin. "Tada? Magic. Like, very simple magic," she admitted. She did not want Svetlana feeling threatened in this safe room. "When we went to get... um, mystified? They said Mystic genetics couldn't take in someone with an X-Gene. Which is sad, honestly." If she was a mutant, she'd want to be able to learn real, tangible magic, too. "Some people seemed to think that was a good thing, which is sort of why the girls and I didn't end up staying around... We support mutants here."
Madison realized quickly how her story could be interpreted as an assumption, wincing at the way that comment was perceived. It did, however, get Sveta to open up about her experiences with touch. Specifically touching mutants and people who did not know they were mutants. The fancy CEO was a mutant herself, which might have been public knowledge for all Madison knew. She was not exactly on the pulse of business and news.
"Relax... I promise, I didn't really believe you were a bigot. This does make sense," she admitted. More sense than a rare allergy to the X-gene, which she heard one of the girls guessing in the changing room. "And I wasn't assuming what you'd gone through, I swear. Everyone has different kinds of trauma they internalize-- not to get all Psych 101 on you." Madison liked people, and some people needed a kind ear more than they needed a faceful of her tits.
Brushing her arm against Sveta's arm delicately, Madison made the choice to open up a little more to her client. It wasn't like sharing what she was would cause problems, right? Surely not. "And I'm really not a mutant. Like, I can't be. Mystics can't be mutants, genetically. I promised I was safe and I meant it." Madison was many things, but she was not a liar.
Svetlana was less concerned about Madison being a witch and more clearly affected by Bubbles calling her out for her visible reactions. It was natural; blushing happened in embarrassing or flustering situations. Svetlana did not strike Madison as a woman embarrassed to be out of her element, but she could be flustered. She was in new territory with a woman unlike anything she had dealt with before. It did not take a mind-reader to assume naked women did not spontaneously cozy up to the CEO.
The offer to get closer was not taken immediately, but the puppy joke had its intended effect. Svetlana was relaxing, and even opening up. Madison didn't need to pry for details; she would take what Svetlana shared with her on its face.
"Bad experiences are hard to shake," she admitted. She gently placed her fingers atop Svetlana's hand, noticing that the gloves might be an intentional choice to give her safety and security. She was prepared to pull away if she was overstepping. "We've had girls with... bad experiences before. I'm sure some end up at less friendly clubs than this," she lamented, "but here, Leah's always prioritized our safety. There's something empowering about being in a safe situation where you control your situation."
The way Madison smiled at Svetlana was not sultry and seductive; it was just warm. "You give me safe person vibes, Svetlana. So I'm happy to be a safe person back; enjoy the music and my company in whatever way makes you feel comfortable. And if you want help 'working on that,' consider me your emotional support stripper," she joked, sinking comfortably into her seat, ready to vibe to the music.
Business people were common clients at a strip club, so Madison knew the general vibe she expected from people at the height of power. That experience made her hesitant with Svetlana, but the energy she gave was different than your typical CEO. That was not in the "new breed of CEO" way, where a handful of internet culture guys carved their own quirky niche into the billionaire bracket. Svetlana just struck Madison as down-to-earth.
"Well, I'm a witch, so the 'witch thing' is mostly my thing," she joked. She did not have to explicitly out herself as a Mystic, but before taking a dip in the Well, she always labeled herself a witch. No one saw it coming because they expected something more gothic than pink glitter. Svetlana, for whatever hang-up she had about being too close to mutants, seemed open to hearing Madison out, even if she did not understand her.
Svetlana was in charge of their time together, and she was content to relax with Madison away from prying eyes. She was doing her best to turn down a dance while politely praising her skills. The return to awkwardness did make Bubbles giggle. "Oh honey, I know I'm talented. Besides, I saw your face when I was on stage." She sipped her champagne flute, letting the bubbles tickle the back of her throat. No harm in one flute; Leah was not the strictest older sister figure. If she was old enough to demonstrate bodily autonomy, she could afford one drink. "I'm not used to a straight woman blushing so much over me. But I'm happy to sit with you; you're interesting."
Noticing the small space between them, Madison still chose to shoot her shot in a small way. "I'm really not a mutant; like, I can't be." She could leave that there, surely; Svetlana had her secrets, so Bubbles could have one in return. "You can relax and sit closer; I'm told I'm soft, warm, and supremely snugglable." She paused. "Which I suddenly realize sounds like my clients describe me like a puppy." The challenge of straddling a line between adorable and sexy as a brand.
Svetlana was probably a few more drinks into her night and seemed more relaxed for it. Madison was worried when she grabbed onto her that she might toss the dancer away in a panic, but they made it to the room and the businesswoman was taking stock of her surroundings. She even claimed a spot on the couch with no prompting. Bubbles was back in her microskirt, bra, and necktie, the latter of which she loosened around her neck now that her stressful situation was behind her.
Moron was not the name Bubbles would use for the investor, but she was also here to work and deal with the public, so she had to employ some tact. "He's a guy. Some of them just really need validation, and I'm very good at offering that. I can make shy men feel confident. But you recognize quick in this work when a guy wants to feel important at your expense." A tragic quality of too many men, really. "Those guys don't tend to come back here much. Besides, I deal with enough business bros in college."
Madison slipped into the couch beside Svetlana, giving her just enough room to not force contact on her. "To your credit, you're probably ten times more important than that guy, and not once did you use the words 'hedge fund' when talking to me. Very sexy of you," she teased, her voice breathy and sultry.
Finding the small device plugged into the side table, Madison found a song to play in the room so they had some background music and she could ballpark how long they were in the room together. "I'd say ten minutes are pretty typical; five for the basic dance, though it depends on what people spend. I've had some clients keep me for an hour." Madison gave a quick rundown of the dance cost, which was pricy for the typical client, but high end customers rarely blinked. "Consider the first five on me, because you saved me. And I don't have to dance if you're not interested. I've had clients just sit with me, talk to me, have me braid their hair. Read a man's cards once."
Grabbing the champagne flutes and handing one to Svetlana, Madison shrugged her shoulder, prompting her bra strap to slide off loosely to her bicep. "I'm here to make you comfortable and happy. Within reason, of course," she joked. Given their previous conversations, Madison was not anticipating being seduced into sleeping with a CEO tonight.
Madison was not going to give a dance to an entitled man for free, so if push came to shove, she would signal for the security team to separate this man and guide him to the exit for the night. Hexes and Hoes took harassment of its dancers seriously. Madison did not want to be the reason this man was kicked out, because she did laugh in his face, but ultimately, his choices were his own.
Delicately dancing around his suggestion, Madison was ready to deflect, beginning with, "I'm sorry, I am a naturally giggly person, but..."
But much to Madison's surprise, Svetlana interrupted and said something about a dance she ordered. That wasn't a thing, right? She would have remembered that. Which meant... Svetlana was here to save Bubbles from the guy she was entangled with! CEO or not, that scored her tons of bonus points.
Not waiting for the man to make an objection, Bubbles sprang to her feet. Without thinking about it, she laced herself around Svetlana's gloved arm, hoping she could handle the transgression to sell the act. "Oh, I don't think that should be an issue; I'm sure this nice serious man would prefer less giggly company for the night. I hope your night gets better, sir!" She waved at the dumbfounded man with her free hand and led the way to the private rooms in the back.
Once they were in the room, designed to muffle sound coming in and out, Madison released Svetlana's arm and leaned back against the wall. The lighting was low and warm, with a comfy couch and a side table with two flutes of champagne prepared. She blew out a breath she was holding. "Bless the Goddess, I'm glad you came when you did. I was gonna have an awkward time explaining to him why I don't give free dances to men who wasted too much time talking about their money sense." The dancer grinned, adding, "I'm so glad you ordered that dance I, like, totally forgot. Silly me! Really though; thank you and sorry for the cling-factor..."
People like to assume that stripping was just a physical job and being good at it mostly came down to what your body looked like and how well you could bend it. People did not appreciate the social aspect of making people comfortable and welcomed in a situation that Society has taught them to feel uncomfortable with. Madison was very good at engaging with her customers and helping them feel natural talking to a hot woman in a state of undress.
This guy would have felt comfortable talking to anyone because the target didn't matter. Some men just wanted to be the center of attention, looking to brag their way into validation. Madison wasn't even sure if he realized she was in a bra. He just wanted a young woman to be his captive audience, ignoring where he was and the nature of their interaction. Maybe he was looking to convince her that he was so rich and influential that she should just come home with him. It wouldn't be the first time. For now, she waited for him to either propose a dance so she could see if he would actually bother paying or give her a window to dismiss herself from the table politely.
In the meantime, she had time to look away slightly, making sure not to give the impression that she wasn't listening. (She wasn't, but you had to fake it sometimes.)
That was when she caught Svetlana's mimicry, showing off a vapid, empty-headed smile to call Madison out. Seeing the CEO basically Stepfordized caught the dancer completely by surprise and she snorted and giggled, before catching herself a moment later when the investment bro stared incredulously. "I'm sorry, does the serious business of shorting stocks and building hedge funds sound funny to you?"
Madison balked because, yes, it kind of did. "Er, sorry, I just remembered a funny thing that happened with the song playing. Um, speaking of, maybe I could interest you in a dance, sir?"
"Sure, you giggled at me then expect to be paid for a dance? Sounds more like something you could do to make up for being rude." Bouncers were motioning toward the table, but Madison tousled her hair; a signal to hold off. She wanted to try resolving this without trouble. She just had to figure out how.
Madison was having a fruitful night. Her second stage dance was not as flashy as her first, but people ate it up anyway. Most strip club-goers were not pole technique experts and many were just fine with some shimmying and ground work.
After her first dance, she gave the VIP table some space because she may have been a bit extra, even for a straight woman. There were other clients to occupy and late into the evening, she was actually sitting at a table, ironically near Svetlana and the Senator.
And the potential customer was... okay. Not everyone was going to be dreamy and polite. This guy was a finance guy, based on the long, enthusiastic lecture he was giving. For such a successful businessman, he was being stingy around Bubbles and her hints toward a dance. For now, all she could do was put on her best vague, blank smile and nod. Men rarely questioned the bimbo mode smile.
The other girls liked to say Madison's charm was always on, like something innate. They were not wrong, but she did turn it on harder when she was putting in the time, working her charm trying to sell lap dances, which she did after her first dance on stage. As far as she could tell, that was the way to get attention. If she had a good dance, people would notice her as she walked from table to table, chatting people up and getting them to ask for a private dance. There was still a particular patron she was curious about, but Madison was not going to spend her time and potential money barking up the wrong tree on a vibe.
Madison took some time backstage to run through her first dance in her head as she added to her outfit. Not all of her dance was scripted, but some of the pole dancing parts were. As the night went on, any dancer gets tired, and the pole dancing gets less acrobatic and more booty-shakey. But for that first dance, she’d give it a whole effort.
The stage was a performance, and Madison prepared by getting herself into a new headspace. Someone sultry yet playful, teasing yet accessible. She was the girl next door, and she could rock a role like that. Loosening up her shoulders one last time, Bubbles was ready when the DJ called her name.
Guys with massive muscles were a mixed bag; a bag Madison had experience with personally and professionally. Some insecure assholes overcompensated for their weak personalities with pure physical brawn. Some guys had a "church of the gym" personality and they could be more exhausting than the insecure men if they built up enough of a dudebro god complex. There were also wholesome health enthusiasts (though many of those were sadly gay) and Madison would always have a soft spot for a good himbo. Herc made a good impression on the phone, but she still had to figure out what his deal really was. The handshake said a lot. Firm, treating her with respect, but gentle, because there were times when someone strong showed more by holding their strength back. He was off to a good start. "Likewise!"
They had a few ideas in mind to test Hercules for his role, but he was quick to step up to the stage and show off. Madison took her seat and the thought occurred to her: Hercules knew he was here for sex work, right? They were looking for someone to entertain in more than one sense, and his ad made it sound clear what he was selling. They were vague on the phone, though...
Clattering buttons interrupted Madison's train of thought. The display of musculature and body control was impressive enough to be distracting. Glancing at her friends, she already saw the libidos flaring up in their eyes. He wanted to show off, but Madison had to be responsible and set clear expectations before things got too out of hand. "Before we--"
"Lift our bouncer, Danesh, over your head!"
Madison did a double-take, not surprised Kinsey was enjoying the shows of strength. Danesh shrugged, so Madison let it happen. He was a large man by most standards, though Hercules clearly outpaced him in raw muscle. "Yes, do that. But while you do, I wanted to clarify the work we're proposing." Madison took a breath, figuring out the best way to approach the topic. Hopefully it was nothing. "You mentioned looking for Masters, but we want to clarify what you're looking for. You see, our friend is having a birthday soon, and she has certain... appetites. Appetites that make her want to dominate and subjugate men." She paused, but realized she was still being vague. "Sexually. Were you looking for Masters and Mistresses like that?"