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.
Bubbles would leave the table soon, she told herself. She had dances to provide and money to make. First, she had to feed her curiosity over the businesswoman.
Svetlana's answer took several seconds of confused blinking for Bubbles to process. "Oh, right, straight purple exist!" She giggled, before remembering that could be seen as rude in context. "Sorry, bit of an inside joke, since straight is very much not the default in our lives. But we do have guys, at least, for all our man-loving-girls!" Multi-gender clubs like theirs were uncommon, so she was proud of that.
"But good luck in the hunt! Can't remember the last guy I dated who wasn't an asshole." Not that she was famously lucky with women. "I'll be sure to let you know when my favorite guys are taking the stage," she promised playfully.
Motioning to finally stand, Bubbles curtsied politely, befitting her professional tie. She would disregard how ill-equipped a skirt that short was for a curtsy; not like she wasn't showing off her underthings all night. "Well, the song's winding down so your friend will be back soon, but consider me your Hexes and Hoes ambassador. If you need anything, I'm your girl tonight, Miss Sergeyeva!"
The drink was accepted, which was a good sign. Bubbles didn't take rejections personally, because this was a business. As cute as a damn button as she was, she was not going to be everyone's type. Still, it might have stung a little if she was so not Svetlana's type that she wouldn't take alcohol from her. "Cheers!" Well, the cheers was in spirit; it was too early in the night for Bubbles to start drinking.
A look crossed Svetlana's face, but before Madi could wonder, she said what was on her mind. So it was her criteria; it was not clarified to her which woman in the party had that stance.
Madison tried to be open-minded. "That's good to hear! I mean, I didn't think Senator Lanyi would bring a bigot here."
Madison looked between the Senator near the stage and Svetlana, who seemed to be here for her friend's benefit. She'd seen that before. "So it's she trying to get you out of your comfort zone? Or is this, like, a spicy date night?" She winked, enhanced by a good 20 minutes worth of carefully applied eye makeup that most men at the club would never notice. "I promise I won't say anything or tease, I'm just heckin' curious."
Some people were easier to read than others, especially when they came to a strip club and there demeanor spoke volumes of their intentions. Svetlana was not used to a setting like this. She was one of those women who probably never visited a strip club before, which made sense. It wasn't something women were expected to do, and the strip club experience was wildly different from club to club unfortunately.
It was a good thing that bubbles had a reputation for making people feel welcomed and comfortable in an unfamiliar or self-conscious situation.
Quickly, Svetlana preemptively dismissed "services" Bubbles might offer. The dancer giggled. "Of course. Consent goes two ways; thank you for setting clear boundaries, and if you decide to change your mind tonight, let me know. I'm told I'm a good first time," she joked. Well, the tone was joking; she knew damn well she was an amazing dancer for someone's first time. "Oh, and not a mutant," she added, leaning in to whisper over the music. "If that's important."
Bubbles nudged a shot glass closer to the customer with her perfectly manicured and painted nails. "But I thought you'd like a shot to ease into things. When you passed by, you gave me whiskey vibes." It was totally possible that was a spell at work, but she wasn't lying. "And if I'm here chatting you up, then you aren't even drinking alone. Win-win, right?"
Abi might have teased her for going the extra mile with her garter belt and stockings, but Madison always trusted her instincts. How else were the fates supposed to guide her? She wanted an ensemble to look fancy in for the night, and as fate would have it, the club had some big name VIPs for the night! Madison had "political" opinions in the sense that she believed systems designed to support people in need were good and systems meant to exploit people or make the rich richer were immoral. Still, she at least knew her Senator, because Leah talked about her a lot, and she seemed to live firmly in the side of supporting "good systems." She knew less about her CEO friend, but an online search had her very curious about a woman who on paper should be the immoral rich, spent her night with a progressive politician, and was, by all online accounts, a mystery.
There was an unexpected request that heightened the witch's curiosity: no mutants. Leah would not elaborate, but did promise they were not suddenly catering to bigots. Thanks to her status as a ray of sunshine and an all-around people pleaser, Bubbles was tapped to be one of the girls to give their VIP table some special attention. Dressed in her lacy canary yellow lingerie, along with a (very removable) black-and-yellow plaid skirt and necktie, yellow heels, and yes, her matching garter belt, she felt confident and up to the task.
After passing by them on their way in and a quick trip to the bar, Bubbles strode in her high heels gracefully to find the VIP table one gorgeous woman short. It could have been bad timing, but maybe this was her chance to explore the mysteries of the Haven CEO. With two shot glasses in hand, Bubbles slid herself into the booth beside Svetlana.
"Evening, Miss Sergeyeva. I'm Bubbles and I wanted to thank you personally for joining us here tonight. I was going to thank you and the Senator, but it seems she's already enjoying the show. Bubbles' gaze shifted to the well-dressed brunette at the edge of the stage and the bronze-skinned dancer keeping the Senator between her knees as she gyrated and draped her arm over the woman's shoulder. "I don't blame her. Demi is an eye-catcher." Sometimes being bi and working at the club just meant harboring tiny crushes on all your coworkers.
Bubbles returned her attention to Svetlana and smiled, nibbling at her painted lower lip on instinct. Thank God for quality lipstick, because her good impression did not account for a pink splotch on her teeth. "How about you, Miss? First time at Hexes and Hoes? How are you liking our little coven?"
Nothing about Hercules sounded shy over the phone, to be sure. Something about the way he spoke made Madi picture him flexing on the other line. She knew what it was like being a confident, enthusiastic entertainer, so the dancer was looking forward to their meeting. All that said, she did not regularly call people mortals, but she chalked that up to Hercules' schtick and the intrigue that came with his whole deal. "Wonderful! I'll text you the details, but we're looking forward to seeing you soon!"
Hanging up and praising herself for a success task completed, Madison got started on the elaborate process of preparing her appearance for a shift. If she was going to the club early, she might as well get her makeup and tan ready for a night on stage afterward.
It was not hard to gather a few dancers. It was a weekend, so they would be coming to the club that night anyway, and auditions for a male escort or stripper sounded too exciting to pass up. Hercules was vague about what he planned on showing them, but he responded to the ad, after all. They kept a bouncer on hand in case there was cause for concern, but Kinsey was getting pretty good at her fireball spell, so with any luck she could deal with the problem if Hercules ended up being a creep. After their call, she really hoped that would not be the case, because he had her curious.
The girls had ordered Thai food and had a table set up along one of the couches to wait in comfort for their lunchtime entertainment. They were not waiting long, as a knock and a loud proclamation came from the door. That exuberance was unmistakable. Bubbles nodded to the bouncer at the door, who opened the way.
The girls' eyes went wide as a titan of a man in a Hawaiian shirt entered the club. Bubbles had asked for a specific type, and Hercules, at a glance, did not disappoint. The poor short sleeves of that Hawaiian shirt were doing all they could to contain muscles on muscles.
Bubbles realized her mouth was hanging open, and as a stripper, this level of gawking would still start putting her off. She gathered herself and smiled. "Hello, Hercules! Nice to officially meet you!" She got up from the table and skipped over to offer her hand, under the watchful eye of her bouncer, for what he was worth. Danesh was big, but Hercules towered over him. "I'm Bubbles. I brought along Chasity, Peaches, and Bambi. We're excited to see what you might have to offer for our friend. And the rest of us," she added, winking playfully. The girls of Hexes and Hos did not mind sharing.
Bubbles was an obvious alias, and Madison was ready to be questioned when it was repeated back to her. The universe was kinder than expected, and Hercules did nothing but compliment her. He was right, of course; her stage name was adorable. To be fair, Hercules had to be a performer name as well. It was not the type of name most people were just given at birth. And he definitely wasn't... yeah, no, that was a silly thought!
Whoever this "Hercules" was, he was enthusiastic and more than happy to show off, so that was on-brand with the lore of a demigod performing his twelve trials. "That's great! I know how nerve-wracking it can be to perform for a party, so it's good to know you're confident!" This was a gift for Brandi, but most of the girls were open-minded and would love to be there for some of the fun.
They were still dancing around the nature of that fun and that particular word choice: magical. Bubbles wanted more information, but Hercules was playing coy. He was either a showman holding his cards or he was being careful to reveal more about his magic. He could also be playing with words; dropping jaws for more than they expected? Bubbles wished she knew some kind of mind-reading spell to get a definitive answer. She wanted to know if she was talking to an escort or a mystic who was also an escort. Heck, a man like that would be right at home with her friends. "Jaw-dropping. That does sound promising. Okay, if you really want to prove yourself before the big gig, you can meet with me and some of my girls at our club-- Hexes and Hos. You can bring along someone if you'd feel safer with a friend you trust accompanying you." Madison knew what it was like to meet with a private client, and safety was of the utmost importance to her and anyone working at the club.
This was not the first time in Madison’s life when she called a sex worker for a possible job and it would not be the last, but something about this ‘Hercules’ seemed different. Even before he picked up, she felt that tingle, like something was clicking in place in the universe.
The voice on the other end of the line was exuberant. Madison could get behind that energy! ”I did see you ad! It was very intriguing. I know the girls all loved it!” Some of the girls had their doubts, but a club full of recently-gifted witches were typically open-minded.
Whoever this man asking for a “master” was, he did not mind being in service to two masters. If he was looking for a situation where it would be the more the better, she could offer that. Some people liked the attention in that line of work. Madison should know; her livelihood was earned on a stage, after all.
The man sounded worn out. Maybe she had caught him at the end of a job? He asked about her name. In her line of work, she was conservative with giving out her given name without cause. Besides, if she ever came across the fae, having a go-to alias would be helpful. ”You can call me Bubbles for now. There are plenty of girls who would be interested in meeting you if you’re a fan of groups. Though I’m curious what kind of ‘magical’ experience you’re looking to offer my friends and I, Herc.”
Life had gotten more exciting since her baptism. Or her well drinking ceremony? It was functionally a baptism, though it made sense for a cult to use its own branding. Leah was a pro at branding that engaged the girls and the clients. The Welldrinkers had inconsistent branding, but sometimes you just had the right goods to make up for it.
After a lifetime of practice and faith, knowing magic was part of her life, Madison was now manifesting that magic in a tangible way. The club was abuzz with girls enthused about spells they were practicing, some even planning late night rendezvous to collaborate on rituals.
Okay, some of those might not have been entirely about magic. Still, the fledgling Mystics were full of energy lately, absorbed in their new studies. It was crucial, then, not to forget the more mundane aspects of life to look forward to, like birthdays. Brandi had her special day coming up, and Madison was taking the lead on doing something special for her coworker’s… tastes.
Looking through personal ads, some people stood out, but either they were not Brandi’s taste or they were boisterous doms, which were far off the mark. It wasn’t until an ad caught her eye: buff, chiseled, tall, and looking for a master? That was the dream. Brandi would go gaga for her birthday entertainment if this guy was everything he promised.
There was one line in the ad that caught her by surprise. Applicant must be capable of magic. Madison was oblivious, but she knew that could be a turn of phrase. Clients regularly called her magic on the pole, which was sweet, but not magical. Well, not until recently. This guy might have been embellishing, or he could be searching for Mystics. If it was the latter, she should be mindful, right? Yeah, that’s what Leah would tell her; be careful, a think she was historically not.
With her chai latte in hand and the newspaper laid out on her kitchen table, she placed the call to the number. ”Hi! I was looking for a Greek God in need of a master or two?”
Madison's Spells are kept in a brown leather journal with a pink flower emblem etched into the front cover. Her parents gifted her the journal, and she marks pages with different color ribbons. This grimoire is kept in the drawer of the desk in her apartment's living room, and the notes are written in pink ink.
Spell #1!
Summoning Ritual – Card Spirit Avatar
School: Invocation
After shuffling a deck of cards, either trading cards or Tarot cards, I perform the hand signs as seen below and draw a card. Mystical energy manifests a spirit avatar representing the being represented on the card!
Important! I haven't quite learned how to control them yet. And they're kind of dumb. Well, not dumb, but they seem to follow some kind of basic instinct. (A dumb one.) And sometimes they have their own effects, which I once again cannot control. Practice with caution!
Character's full name: Madison Isla Meadows Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Madi, Mads, Bubbles Gender: Female Age: 19 Date of Birth: 02/14/2002 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Cambridge, MA Nationality: American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Portuguese-Scottish
Appearance
Hair color and style: Brown with honey blonde highlights, worn wavy and down to her shoulder blades Skin Tone: Tans easily and intentionally keeps a tan through the year Eye Color: Mossy Green Height: 5’2” Build: Curvy figure, flat tummy, with a pronounced chest Visible Magical Corruption: None Yet Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Lobe Piercings, Nipple Piercings Other features: (if applicable)
Everyday clothing style: She keeps it casual during the day with yoga shorts and other casualwear unless she has places to be or people to see. She keeps a closet of trendy tops, skirts, and dresses, and with her recent influx of spending money, has added a few upscale dresses to her wardrobe. Uniform: Lingerie and risqué costumes Sleepwear: Long tees, cotton shorts, nighties, or not much Miscellaneous clothing: An impressive collection of heels and jewelry
Character
Personality: Madison means well. Her enthusiasm for life is clear and sometimes leads to trouble. She is prone to acting with the best of intentions the moment the thought hits her, leading to a lack of foresight. She’s on the naïve side, so if someone appeals to her curiosity or her kind heart, she is likely to go along with it. She has never been a planner, so her good intentions have a fifty-fifty chance of failing spectacularly. Despite those challenges, it cannot be denied that Madison is genuine.
Madison can be called superstitious, though she would argue she’s devout. She’s fascinated by fate, magic, the powers of the universe and her place amidst them. She will keep her practices to herself unless someone suggests an interest in tarot, astrology, spells, rituals, crystals, luck. Really, give the girl a sign of a window, and she’ll jump through it.
Madison prides herself on being willing to be up for anything, or at least to try anything once. If you want to convince her to do something, frame it as an adventure or an experience, and she’s probably sold. She’s incredibly open-minded and progressive, and reserves judgment only for people who act closed-minded. Hobbies/ Interests: Playing and listening to music, dancing, witchcraft, tarot, binging media (particularly anything surrounding mythology or folklore), card games Job or part time job and description: Exotic dancer at Hexes and Hos, Humanities Major at Montclair University with a Comparative Myth and Literature Concentration Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Madison should fear the consequences of her magic and what could be lost in attempting to summon otherworldly creatures. But she does not. She does fear needles and injections though. That’s the reason she doesn’t have tattoos. Special talents: Madison is an incredible dancer with great rhythm, and that carries over in her ability to play the drums, which she learned in high school. She has also topped in a national Chō-No-Joō! Tournament before.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Madison is, at her core, good! She can be misled into bad decisions, but she does not have a bone of malicious intent in her body. Her intentions can clash with her decision-making ability and curiosity, so she is solidly “chaotic good.”
Feelings toward Mutants: Madison has no ill will toward mutants, though she does feel like something magical has to be involved in explaining how mutation went so extreme with them. She has been told to avoid “dangerous mutants,” but Madi does not know how one would find dangerous mutants without talking to them first.
Feelings toward Humans: Madison likes humans. If anything, she just thinks their lives would be better if they incorporated more magic into them.
Feelings toward Adapteds: Madison barely knows about Adapteds, so her feelings about them are on par with her feelings on humans.
Magic
Arcana Praeditus: Invocation
Arcana Initium: Illusion
Preferred Foci: Hand Signs, Cards (Tarot or Card Game)
Magical Theme: Entity Summoning
Snap Spell: Summoning Ritual – Card Spirit Avatar
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Madison might have average strength, but she is pretty quick, with the stamina needed to get through night after night of dancing the way she does. She has normal reflexes, but her flexibility is phenomenal. Fighting Style: Her mother had her take self-defense classes when she decided to start working as a dancer. Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Madison could potentially fight off your garden-variety mugger, but she is not ready to go toe to toe with someone who actually trained to fight.
History Of Your Character
Madison was born to two first generation parents, Caitlyn and Craig, who met growing up in Boston and fell in love as high school sweethearts. Madison was the middle child of three, born in Cambridge after her parents moved to the suburbs to raise their children.
Caitlyn was a practicing Wiccan, so he let his wife take the lead on introducing their daughter to her beliefs, which the young girl took an interest in.
Thanks to her relentlessly possible nature, Madison was good at either making friends or warding people off, the latter of which she was blissfully unaware of. Some people saw her interests and attitude as quirky while others saw her as eccentric or weird. Madison focused on the people who were fine with befriending her for who she was, because she was not good at pretending to be anything else.
Caitlyn and Craig fostered creativity in their daughter, letting her pursue different interests. They lived comfortably enough to give her access to music lessons, dance classes, and art lessons. Caitlyn enjoyed all three, sticking with dance and music into high school.
High school was when Madison dove deeper into studying magic. She wanted to learn different practices and beliefs from other wiccans, pagans, and neopagans. She wanted to be part of a coven of like-minded people who saw the world the way she did, and a few attempts to join them led to Madison unknowingly falling into the wrong crowd.
When it came time for college, Madison was accepted to Montclair University and decided it was a new experience worth exploring. Instead of going to one of the many schools around Boston, she would make a new life in New York. The school was in New Jersey, but she would take a longer commute for her three-day class week in exchange for the benefits of living in the city. She took a job as a dancer for fun and as a way to sustain her finances through school alongside the money her parents granted her.
Madison’s desire to seek out like-minded individuals led to her hearing rumors at a club of a group seeking to bring more magic into the world. Not knowing the extent of the Cult’s plans, she leapt at the chance to learn more about the magic of the universe. One of the Supremes saw the young woman’s enthusiasm and led her through her Imbibement Ceremony. When she “drank” from the font of mystical energy, Madison snapped.
The magic ran through her and latched onto the cards she kept in the deckbox in her purse. The champion illustrated on the top of her deck, a demonic being, manifested in the hall, thrashing around the space and harming two other cultists. The Supreme subdued the summoned beast, and cautioned Madison to focus on learning control over what she summoned into the world as an Invocation Mystic.
Roleplay What’s your OOC alias?: Aly Where did you learn about this site?: The whispers. They never stop. Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who:Neopolitan , Rebecca Grey-Morris , Stephanie Graves , Vanessa Berry , Chrysanthemum Van Hart , Sabine Sang , Eupraxia , Ezmeralda Diaz , Senator Zselyke Lányi Sample RP: Madison rolled out of bed, eyes struggling to flutter open, fighting consciousness. It was one-thirteen, which was around her normal wake-up time. She initially tried to roll to the right side of her bed, but there was a sleeping body there, so she tried again to the left. Her feet felt around the hardwood until she found her fluffy slippers.
Getting to her feet and stretching her arms high as she yawned, Madison moved to the window and adjusted the curtains enough that the light did not hit her bedpartner from the night before. She let the light of day hit her, looking out at the city and the skyline. It was part of her daily ritual, as was the tea she slipped off to brew in her kitchen with some her moon water. She would let two jars charge in the next full moon, because she was using it up quickly these days.
Finally settled in and wrapped in her fuzzy pink robe, Madison grabbed a deck of cards from the desk in her living room. ”Okay, let’s try this again. I have to shuffle.” It did not work when she tried not to shuffle. Maybe it was a way to introduce a degree of entropy and allow the flow of mystical energy to guide the path.
Madison finished shuffling and set down the deck. It was important she did not peek. Last time she tried to peek at even the bottom card of the deck, she did not summon an entity, she summoned sludge. Gross.
Over the deck, Madison grabbed her right wrist with her left hand. Hand out, index and middle finger up, others pointed in. Deep breath. Hand moves down parallel to the earth. All fingers splayed out. Half-turn right, then back. Her left hand released her wrist and waved from right to left over the splayed hand. A pink glow emanated from Madison’s deck, with the same glow tinting her irises.
And with her eyes closed and intent in her heart, Madison drew her card and held it out in front of her. The card glowed and pink mystical energy swirled before her as a figure formed from the light. The light took the shape of a woman, with green witch garb and a green hat forming around her. Madison smiled. ”Oh yay! Coven Summoner Iban!” Not exactly, since she was just an avatar of the card’s “spirit,” but at least she wasn’t sludge!
She also stared vacantly at Madison. She was still learning to motivate the summons beyond base instincts. Iban tilted her head, confused, before an instinct seemed to hit her. And as a windy fae summoner, her instinct was…
Iban raised her staff and wind swirled around the room. It was not a tornado, but certainly more than a stiff breeze. More than enough to blow her class notes and belongings around the room. ”Okay, that’s enough. Probably enough, Iban. Oh, shoot.” Thinking on her feet, Madison took quick steps toward the summon and wrapped an arm around her, using the other to lower the staff. The wind died down. Madison pulled away and Iban was smiling, evidently proud of her little gale. ”We’ll keep working on that. Maybe outside of my living room.”