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.
Jinka nodded slowly, remembering the person that met them when they'd arrived. He didn't really get the option to follow them, he was just escorted to the infirmary and they went on. It was a strange order in which to do them, but it was possible his assignment was deeper in the mansion."That... makes sense."
He noticed her gaze move down to his feet and he curled his toes inward a little, nervously chuckling. He scratched the back of his head, "Yes, please..." He followed Liz as she made her way toward the doors. The boy looked back as they walked, smiling to Doc, "Thank you." His speed slowed, but only for a moment as he left the man with his gratitude.
Jinka noticed Liz was already stepping out the door and jogged to catch up, his footsteps alternating between a silent step and skin slapping tile, "Yeah, let's go."
Jinka listened to the doctor's instructions, though they'd kind of gone in one ear and out the other. He was so excited to be able to roam about freely, though he'd have to do some exploring before he could do some of them. It would take a while to figure out the layout of the mansion. Knowledge of his abilities would make that easier, but he could get by normally until then.
"Oh...," His brows knitted together, gazing drifting to Liz for a moment, "I did bring some, but my grandpa didn't tell me where he put them. I suppose I'll find them eventually." He felt a bit awkward walking around with one foot exposed, but there were worse conditions to find oneself in. The boy stretched his arms above his head, "I knew I should've gone with him, but there were so many stairs." His windbreaker whistled as his arms dropped back down to his sides. The idea of checking every room trying to find the one his grandpa left his things in was tedious, but there wasn't much else he could do.
Jinka was somewhat joking when he asked them to saw it off, but he wasn't going to complain-- as long as they got it off. He held still as the doctor began to cut through the cast, soon liberating his leg from it's tight embrace. Once it was done the boy slid it off and rolled his ankle testingly. "Freaky..." he muttered, planting his foot on the ground. He shuddered, finally able to feel the cool tiles with his skin.
He giggled a little, toes wiggling as he took comfort in his returned mobility and warmed the flooring beneath. There truly wasn't much he could think of in terms of repayment short of another miracle."Now I get to hobble around here with one shoe on until I find my bags," Jinka realized aloud, looking up to Liz and Doc, "Where... exactly would I find them, anyway?" When he thought about it, he realized he'd still yet to navigate most of the place he'd find new shelter in; that, and he didn't see where his stuff was taken. There were many things he had to do to properly establish himself in his new environment, but he figured his first order of business would be putting on his other shoe.
Jinka pulled away from the doctor and stabilized himself a bit, balancing on the cast enough to apply some pressure to the foot once more. He was relieved to be able to rest his weight on both feet again, though the cast had become more awkward than ever now that it wasn't necessary. The boy pulled down his bunched up windbreaker and gave the man a nod, "Yes, please. Saw it off if you have to." One of the first things on his mobility agenda was reaffirming his tumbling. He still had hope to see the mat again, and he wanted all of his skills primed and ready when he did. Now that he was in the States, he could try to join one of the large gyms that always took the globes home at Worlds.
He turned to Elizabeth and lifted his other leg to fully balance on the cast for a few seconds. The boy's expression didn't show a hint of pain. "Feels like I never broke it, honestly. It's as good as gold." Jinka said, standing semi-normally again. That fact felt weird to say aloud, but he had quickly grown to expect that. If he wanted to find out what he could do, he would have to warm up to the possibilities. Another task on his mental "to-do" list was learning about some of the mutants around campus. There was bound to be someone who could relate to him, and at the very least he'd get to see what the mansion's student body was made of.
Jinka's eyes widened like saucers once he realized there was light emmiting from the doctor's hands. He could feel a tingle in his foot, and soon it ran up his entire leg before the feeling left with the touch. The boy's toes wiggled, testing himself out. When the null pain that normally came didn't, Jinka lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh my god," He slowly pushed himself to his feet, teetering slightly on the rounded bottom of the cast as he put some of his weight on the ankle, "Oh my god..." He leaned to the side a bit, knocking his crutches to the floor.
He lifted the foot up and looked to Elizabeth with a smile, soon shifitng its energy to the man, "I don't think I can thank you enough! I thought I'd be on crutches for another month, at least. You really are a miracle worker." The speedster woddled awkwardly toward the doctor and embraced him. It had been a while since he'd been this euphoric, so the boy was visibly shaking with joy. There were some many things he wanted to do now that he was able to move around.
Jinka felt a sense of ease overcome him with Doc's words. His confidence made it easy to go along with the process, nodding as he explained how he would do his thing. "Of course." He said, relaxing a bit as the man's hand touched him. Questions raked his brain as he waited, the first being what the Doc's powers were. It added to the vastly widening horizon of mutant abilities he was considering could be possible. Could someone cook a chicken by staring at it? Probably, but if it were that specific he'd be freaked out. The cogs were visibly turning in his head again, this time in hyperdrive.
The speedster blinked his eyes rapidly once he realized he spaced out. His attention drifted back to the doctor, watching as he started his procedures.
Jinka perked up a little as another person entered the room. The lab coat told him the man was the doctor they'd been talking about a few moments ago. After about a second or so he realized Doc was unaware of their presence. Luckily, Liz said something. As his attention switched over to the boy, Jinka rose his hand to give a small wave, chirping,"Hello." The energy that previously charged his words had evened out enough to speak normally. His smile softened as his excitement shifted to another subject.
When asked, the boy rocked his leg on the heel of his cast. "I broke my ankle," He admitted sheepishly, gaze drifting away from him to the leg, "Sports accidents, ya know? It's always the gamble you take doing something dangerous for fun." Jinka looked back to the Doc, "But I'm sure you've dealt with worse here, especially with so many mutants around here." Again, it felt weird to think he was a part of the category. He expected to feel different after having his biology display itself in such a way, but nothing changed except the guilt that lingered over him whenever he looked at his leg.
"Very interesting hobby he's got for himself." Jinka said. He was surprised people were allowed to keep pets at the mansion. That... was actually kind of cool. Hearing about pets was always a treat, though it always made him want to meet them. Jinka definitely wanted to meet all of the animals that roamed the halls of the school, especially Elizabeth's, at some point. The boy's dimples returned when she laughed.
At the mention of a German Shepherd, Jinka got a little excited. It completely glossed over his question about animal voices. "What's his name?" He asked in a high-pitched tone, his excitement audibly peaking. There was something about dogs that he just loved deep within in being. Dog walking would be a dream job for him. "I feel him there. This guy needs to stretch his legs, too." He aimed a thumb at himself and kicked his good leg up to the point where he could touch the tip of his shoe with his hand. It had been so long since he'd done a proper stretch the idea of doing it made him happy, even if he knew he'd be very sore after. He retained most of his flexibility since his last competition, but he doubted he'd be able to pull out a scorpion as easily as before without some practice.
Jinka felt his sympathy take the front wheel and his dimples left when Elizabeth's smile dimmed. It couldn't have been a pleasant memory to reflect on, even if it happened years ago. Something so jarring would likely drive him to insanity. Fighting to maintain a smile only spoke to the strength the woman before him held beneath such a carefree exterior. If the school could help her smile after something like that, then certainly they could help him, right? he thought so, or at least hoped so blindly. He opened his mouth to speak, but noticed the shift in conversation to the lighter side.
On the list of exotic pets, a parrot ranked pretty lowly on Jinka's tier list. Of course the aspect of violence bumped Nico up a few spaces, but it was good to know she wasn't fueling it. The bird was just wild beyond even animal standards."I used to have a dog when I was little, but he ran away. I could never read his mind, but I definitely tried at some point. I probably would've fainted if I ever got a response." He chuckled warmly in his seat, "I've always wondered if the voices in their heads matched their appearance."
"Probably a dumb question because normal birds don't stab people, but is Nico just a normal bird? Like, does he go around plotting the downfall of humanity, or am I just throwing the baby out with the bathwater?" His head tilted to the side slightly and his brows rose as he pumped the brakes on his train of thought. If he didn't stop it, he'd start asking if mutations popped up in animals and if there were snakes that could actually charm people or pigs that could truly fly. It happened to him often; he'd learn something and hit the ground running with speculations.
Jinka nodded and his focus drifted from his own mutation to Elizabeth's. The small pocket of silence made his smile waver just a little before she turned around. Then she dropped a bombshell. The boy's jaw tensed as he listened. It was offputting to see someone recall a tragedy with a smile on their face, though he noticed it was less bright than before. Her story made him feel lucky he hadn't killed his friend when his powers manifested.
"Wow... that does seem traumatic. You must've been freaking out when you realized you were in a cat after hearing something like that." He couldn't fathom getting a double whammy of the uncanny like that. Though, he would assume being an animal psychic would make animals like her. At least one did, this Nico fellow.
Her last statement sank in after a second and his brows furrowed, drawing so near his eyebrows stretch,"Did you just say 'shank'? You have a parrot that shanks things? How does that even... His eyes darted from side to side as he tried to imagine a bird picking up a needle and attacking someone, but it only came out as comical. Realistically, that was also extremely dangerous.
Jinka only brightened when it was confirmed that his chances of walking by sunset were high. His eyes closed slightly as his smile grew, dimples caving into his cheeks."Can't wait to meet him! He sounds like just the right guy for this job." His head tilted to the side a little as he brought his focus to Liz as she moved and started tidying up.
The question stumped Jinka when Elizabeth asked. He'd only used his powers once and he was too terrified to actually pay attention. Perhaps he was a human drill? That was one explanation, but it was flawed. If he were meant to be a drill he wouldn't have a bum leg. "Well... I'm not entirely sure. I was midair when it turned on. All I have to go on is a video but I'm too blurry to focus on. My hypothesis is something to do with twisting, but I could be wrong," His brows furrowed in thought as he raked his brain for a name that fit his mutation.
"How did you figure out what yours was?"He was unfamiliar with the concept of animal psychics, but anything seemed possible to Jinka by then. The boy was also fishing for methods to test himself once he was able. It would be safer for him if he knew exactly what he was doing, so he found himself wanting to learn about his mutation rather than neglect it. If anything, remaining ignorant would put himself and everyone he cared about in danger.
Jinka's brows shot up as if to say "Fair point." What Liz said was true, there is merit to the concept of the application as many forms of technology have shown. His mind wandered slightly to imagine what his ideal application would be. Certainly not spinning in the air, though he was decent at that as well.
"Really?" The idea of being able to skip the healing period made him perk up slightly. If the doctor had that kind of skill, he'd at least be able to move around faster. "Is he a doctor or a miracle worker?" He joked, lifting himself to sit upright and flick one of the crutches, "I'd be so grateful if I could ditch these things. Walking with them is like learning to eat with chopsticks." A bright smile crept onto his face as the idea of being liberated from them set in. Perhaps he had judged the school too quickly and written it off without considering they were also just people. Sure he was a mutant, but he never stopped being a person. Jinka's eyes bounced around the room, the rock of his leg shaking him gently.
"Wow..." Jinka was completely thrown off by the last mutation in particular, "Snow dancing? That's actually pretty awesome, though maybe not helpful in a tournament." He was somewhat jealous of it for two reasons. Bonus points to stage presence aside, it sounded less dangerous than his own which he liked. In practice, he'd have snow following wherever he went but he was Canadian so it wouldn't phase him. Then again, he was still unsure of what his powers were. How would he figure it out? Was there some sort of test?
From what he was hearing, he'd be seeing a whole lot of things around the mansion. Things he probably wouldn't be able to explain to himself. Things that would probably fascinate him beyond his imagination's grasp."Unique," His chest bounced in a light chuckle, "I'll say. My grandparents couldn't find anything like this school up north. I'm still not entirely sure how they found out about this place, but I guess grandma's more capable of using the internet than I thought." His eyes narrowed slightly as he questioned their internet prowess aloud, gaze drifting away from Elizabeth for a moment. He was oblivious to the more serious aspects of the precautions around the institution, for now at least.
The speedster shrugged his shoulders, the top whistling quietly,"Well, I don't think I'll be much of a hassle. Unless I bump into a bunch of stairs, but I can hop on my good leg and I have enough balance to do more than scale a few steps."
Jinka's wrapped leg rocked gently as he listened to Elizabeth, her smile fueling his own to grow. It was a bit of a bummer learning that there were no sports teams at the school, but when she explained it the reason struck him as somewhat obvious. Even if the skill was a total bust, the basket he got his injury from would've been virtually impossible for a normal person to attempt; one could only imagine what another mutant could do. He nodded in understanding, able to comprehend why it would be better not to have them from experience. They'd probably burned that bridge long ago.
"I suppose a doctor would be a necessity here. This place is pretty huge and there's a ton of kids here," His smile softened a little as he relaxed a bit, "Sports teams would be rather dangerous, though." The boy rested his arms on his stomach and sighed softly through his nose.
"Shapeshifters are real? I never knew mutations could be so varied." Jinka's eyes widened a little as he thought about the possibility. It made him wonder if his powers were unique to him or if there was someone else on-campus that could relate. He slumped a little into his seat and his brows knitted together in thought. "Are the teachers mutants, also?" Jinka asked, though he had a feeling he already knew the answer. 'I wonder what Elizabeth's is...' He thought to himself.
"Dormus-Jin," He replied with the raise of his head,"but most people call me Jinka." Jinka always hated telling people his full first name; it always garnered strange looks. Nonetheless, the pill that came with meeting new people had been swallowed. It was made easier by Elizabeth's radiant presence, so he had that going for him.
"Yeah, I'm new. Just got here, actually..." Jinka was still hazy on the concept of boarding schools. He always thought bad kids got sent to schools where they couldn't leave. Even if he didn't have a reason to assume the mansion was the mutant equivalent to Juvenile detention, it still felt weird to call himself a student here. The way Elizabeth asked about his leg didn't help that conception, but he tried not to dwell on it.
His wrapped leg rose until it was at eye level where he sat and the moderate amount of thigh his athletic shorts revealed the defined muscles that flexed to keep it there without support. "Cheer accident. Some people say it's not a sport, but they've never seen All-star." Jinka chuckled a little as he spoke and let the leg slowly lower back to rest on the floor. The memory of what actually happened flashed in his mind, and his gaze nulled to a blank stare for a second. It was as if the lights had switched off and back on again. He snapped back to what he was saying and cleared his throat slightly,"Not like I injure myself often or anything, I just... got too excited on the mat I suppose."
Something else struck him as odd about the institution now that he was within its walls."You guys have a doctor here? Why?" Jinka's neon highlighter of a windbreaker whistled lightly as he tilted his head a bit in question. He'd never been to a school that allowed an actual doctor, just nurses whose power stopped at administering prescription medication. The implication only added another log to the "You're basically in Juvie" fire that burned in the back of his mind, but he was almost certain there weren't doctors there either.
