The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
>>"I'm a dancer, actually. Nothing major, yet, but I have definitely have the moves and the...uh...limberness too."
Well, that was one point for the ego.
>>"Aside from that, I model from time to time as well. Yourself? Clearly a model, just trying to remember what I saw you in."
Kill me now.
Serena quirked an eyebrow, pointedly not watching his hand move for the cocktail. He could take his time. It was entirely likely that he had seen her somewhere - being the face of a Wealth 500 and all - but the way he said it suggested that he probably had not. Serena's fingers played around the rim of her cocktail glass. "Nothing of importance, I'm sure. Have I seen you somewhere maybe?"
"Smart man" Serena smirked. She didn't offer the other cocktail again, simply leaving it between them on the counter. Pushing too much would have been weird. And she had time to do the whole song and dance. Or at least, nothing better to do. The guy took a seat. Harmless fun, indeed. As much as Serena knew she was a catch by any standard, in her experience young and obviously handsome guys rarely sidled up to her unless they had an unusually conflated ego, or an agenda of some sort. She had time to find out. She sipped her own cocktail with a chuckle. "So Charles... what do you do when you are not searching for damsels to rescue?"
"Oh, believe me, they don't" Serena smirked, taking the handshake, wondering if the man would note the gemstone rings she wore. One thing better than being a stood up woman was a rich stood up woman. "Nice to meet you, Charles. I'm Sylvia." She wasn't, but this was not actually an evening to pick someone up. Still, he was eye candy. All the better. She nodded at the cocktail waiting next to hers. "Feel free to take up the mantle if you feel like it. Unless you are also waiting for someone else..."
Serena turned her head, looking the man over. Just for that line, he deserved what he had coming. But he looked like a snack, so at least she would have fun with him. Depending on what the truth cocktail was about to reveal.
"What should be illegal is pickup lines like that" she noted with an eye roll. "But I did just order a cocktail for someone who was moron enough to stand me up, so you get a second try."
Whether he would take it or not, was up to him. In Serena's experience, few men could resist being a knight in shining armor.
Just because Serena had a hand in saving the world, that didn't mean she couldn't keep experimenting with spells just for the heck of it. Or in this case, for later use. She had pulled out some big cards in the battle at the Mansion, and was still learning the ropes on summoning Hercules too. But tonight was back to the basics: hanging out in a bar, on a full moon night, nursing a cocktail, waiting for someone to come along. Someone she didn't mind experimenting on. Which was most people.
This bar was one of the more high-end places. Serena, for all the tailored elegance of her suit and the jewelry she sported, did not stick out. The loose gems in the handbag were probably a bit over the top, but no one was going to see those. They were just there for security. Serena ordered a second cocktail, loading it with the truth spell. For all intents and purposes, she looked like a wealthy, bored woman, just stood up by a date.
Serena looked up, distracted from what was going on around her as the Supreme's voice boomed over the noise. The water-god was impressive... but so was the Supreme. And as he began to gather crackling energy about him, even Serena could see what the end game was supposed to be. Water. Electricity.
"FCK."
No time to explain. She was never going to make it close enough, but everything around them was pools of water now - and adjacent to the water-god. Serena lunged for the closes pool, to the water moving against gravity pulled by Cervantes' powers. She grabbed what she could from her pocket, a necklace of saltwater pearls worth a small fortune, and plunged her hands into the water as her spell burned it all up.
Maybe it would be enough.
If she had stopped to think about it, it would have felt ridiculous, her going up against a battle-spell like that, cast by a Supreme. Or being anywhere near an actual battle* in the first place. For better or worse, though, she didn't have time to stop and think. She cast her spell to spin the effects of the plasma bolts on the water. Putting what she had into the spell as one bolt after another hit; she had a few more items to burn. Hoping it would be enough to change something deadly into... something less deadly. For the big guy at least. Anyone else hit by the plasma bolts... was on their own.
Serena was most decidedly not okay. She had a flaming mystic that fell on her, and the battle was still raging all around... Until a wave of water doused everything that was burning. Including Serena. She yelped in a very undignified way, and managed to shake the water out of her hair and eyes by the time both Amelia and Hercules arrived to the scene. Herc made quick work of the mystic. Once she was freed, Serena moved her legs tentatively, and groaned.
"Funny you should say that" she muttered to Amelia "My clothes are enchanted... Good thinking, though. This is why I'm not wearing the expensive ones" she noted, avoiding the fact that she still looked more expensive that the Mansion team's collective paycheck.
"Well, a flaming man just landed on my legs so no I'm not really okay" he snapped, although without much bite, at Hercules and the paramedic guy. "But... I don't think it's broken?..." She moved her legs again. Sprained, maybe. Bruised, definitely. "I'm not much use though. All I got is Molotovs, which seems damn redundant right now. I can help deflect hexes and spells like I did with Amelia... other than that I'm a glorified battery for Hercules. So. Herc. Go back to... smashing. I'm gonna just... stay over here and run support, how about that?" She tapped her communicator. "Serena here, I'm down, side of the building. Bring me people who need unhexing."
"Men is the worst thing it can rain" Serena noted with a frown. And yet, it was. The girl she'd helped did a good job throwing them out of the way. Until she didn't. And in that moment Serena realized she had been wrong: burning men was the worst thing it could rain.
"Oh come on!" Serena yelled, backing away. Not fast enough. This happened at the same time Hercules took a swing at the main baddie... which drained power from Serena, making her stagger. She went down, and the burning mystic landed on her legs, making her cry out in pain. "OW, F**!" Everything hurt for a moment. Gritting her teeth, Serena reached into her pocket and burned another earring. The flames shifted color, turning green and heatless around her. At least that.
Serena watched the Supreme descend in fire and chaos. "Oh, shit. Oh, shit. That's bad." Not that she knew the extent of the man's powers... but she knew magic enough to know he way outclassed the goons they had been fighting so far. Elemental magic. This was going to get very ugly very fast. Serena felt hopelessly inadequate. Which was a feeling she particularly despised. "Hercules!" She tried to yell over the noise. "There's your worthy opponent!" If she could not be a warrior, at least she could be a battery.
Serena waved a hand at the bubbly bartender, and smirked as she got a drink without asking. Bubbles was good at the guessing game, she served exactly what Serena wanted to drink. Ever since she'd started working spells on cocktails, neat drinks became her preferred poison. She raised her glass with the others and drank deeply. She was not ruling out getting wasted for this one night.
>>”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... Though I guess I don’t know if you’ve ruled out world domination yet.”
"Well, I'm all genocided out for one day" she snorted, setting the empty glass down. "Honestly, world domination sounds like a pain in the ass. Who wants to manage that many people? Most of them are morons." She chuckled. "Present company... mostly excluded. And if I ever did decide to go for world domination, it'd involve a lot fewer tentacles."
Serena had never been so exhausted in her entire life. She was physically healed, thanks to William and the others, but that didn't keep all of her aching, inside and out, from the strain of using more magic in an hour than she ever had before. Plus Hercules. Who was here, loud and cheerful, and she had to admit she was glad to see it. She could still barely believe she had been in an actual goddamn battle.
>>"To the responsible use of magic!"
"Way to take the fun out of it, Bubble Butt" Serena noted, but she smirked at her co-Hercules-wrangler anyway as she took the shot. She was sitting on a bar stool, resting her leg on another, watching the mystics and mutants celebrate and start on their way to getting wasted. She was a few seats away from Hercules and the others, just staring out of her face for a while. It was... a lot to process.
"I'll bill you later." Serena smirked at Ami. So, her spell worked. Peachy. Hercules was yelling her name, and Ami kept fighting, apparently seeing things again. Good. As she stood up, Serena felt the drain of Hercules showing off his powers - glowing in the sprinklers' rain, throwing cars. Serena gasped, steadying herself. "Watch it, big guy! I'm trying to work here!"
Hexes were flying left and right. Serena could hear the chatter over the comms and also see the battle from the front steps of the Mansion. Some of the green lights aimed for her, but bounced from her sunglasses; one mystic crumpled with a surprised yell. "Not today." Serena smirked as her glasses bounced the hex. She could feel the pull of Hecules' powers though; she could't just stay out in the open and take direct hits like this. Someone else - Ami - went down blind for another one.
"On it!" Serena moved quickly, staying low as she covered the short distance to where Neptune and Ami were crouched. "Cover us." She dragged Ami unceremoniously to the corner of the building for some scant cover. "I can't take the hex off but I might be able to tweak it." she said, reaching into her pocket and rummaging for a pair of hideous earring someone had gifted to her before he got dumped for a fashion crime. They had large pearls set in them. Serena held one in her palm, murmuring a spell before he closed her fist, feeling the earring dissipate into magic energy. She placed her hand over Ami's eyes. She hoped it would work. Her spell was not going to cancel out the blindness... but with some luck, it would give Ami another way to see.
"So, what's the pl..." Serena began to ask as battle erupted, but it soon became clear that there really was no plan. "Oookay then, free for all it is." She muttered, walking up to the door of the foyer as she felt Hercules' powers pull on hers. "Take it easy, Herc!" She warned him as he threw himself (and others) gleefully into a fight. Serena felt somewhat useless, apart from her role as a magic battery. Her eyes scanned the battlefield, mystics flying, running, and throwing spells left right and center. So inelegant. One of them, a very suburban looking lady, however, managed to rattle off a series of incantations, resulting in an effect akin to those fireworks that, instead of shooting in a straight line, fizzle in multiple random directions. Selena reached up, yanking her sunglasses over her eyes. "HEX INCOMING!"
The worst possible thing about participating in a pitched battle: sensible shoes. Serena most decidedly, absolutely did not want to be here at all. But Hercules had made it clear that he was intent on protecting the damn mutant school no matter the cost, and that meant Serena had a choice between fainting in the middle of a budget meeting, or showing up to do her part. So she did show up. Wearing a simple yet expensive black outfit, and boots with three inch heels.
Second worst possible thing about participating in a pitched battle: turns out, the other other master of Hercules was... a stripper. Serena held back, glancing over warily at the girl named Madison. "Stay six feet away at all times, bubble butt. If I get any glitter on this outfit, I'm switching to the dark side."
