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.
Jocelyn hadn't even known she made it into a photograph in the newspaper.
She was going to kill the photographer, the editor of the paper, and her handler who had assured her that there were no pictures of her left anywhere.
“Uh... you think so?”
Apparently he thought so, because soon they were infiltrating the police department with Jocelyn pretending to be herself. It was easy to put back on the cop swagger, easy to smile the old familiar cocky smile at the receptionist, easy to avoid the cameras, because she knew this was probably not the kind of thing she had permission to be doing while under cover. Taking her own uniform? Sure. But letting someone else take her colleagues' uniform in order to impersonate a cop? Probably not quite as legit.
She didn't know how he had gotten two such perfect copies of a badge, though. She was actually quite impressed in a don't-really-want-to-know-how kind of way. Because if she knew, then someday she'd have to bust him for it.
Even though it was kind of a strange circumstance to pretend to be herself, it felt good to be back in her old blues. The world felt like it all balanced out if Calley pretended to be a a cop some of the time, while she pretended to be a criminal.
They had a legitimate mystery to solve, too. Apparently the socks and undies belonged to someone from a family that lived in a rather mysterious apartment building and parted ways from each other in a rather mysterious way.
Today they would be interrogating a witness to those mysterious occurrences.
“Now we go in and ask questions,” she replied, “and maybe sniff around a little bit. We'll take turns.”
Dr. Catherine Lewis was, upon first glance, much younger than Jocelyn expected. She was also more familiar than she expected. Not that she would be admitting it, or even showing any recognition. No, this was not a little girl she had helped catch rats for an entire afternoon in search of her little furry friend. Not at all.
In her most official, serious faced cop voice, Jocelyn introduced herself, “Hello, I'm Detective Banks, and this is Detective Cerventes. We were hoping we could ask you a few questions about recent events that took place at the building across the street from you. We understand that you've been working her for a few months now?”
She raised her most official faced cop eyebrows, expecting an answer.
Jocelyn did not own a lot of clothes, which meant she had to do laundry pretty much every weekend in order to not gross herself out with her own scent. That, in turn, worked out, because it meant that she really only had one load to do each time, and when you only had one load, it was fairly easy to tie onto the back of her motorcycle.
Since she had gotten it, she had managed to make a decent stencil of the order's logo, which was no easy task, and had spray painted it on either side, right over the NYPD print. She'd also managed to change the flashing lights to red and white,eliminating the blue. At some point she might tinker with the siren to see if she could get it to actually play the notes of a song, but she hadn't yet gotten around to it.
Jocelyn rode past the laundromat closest to the Sanctuary without stopping. She knew from experience that it was scuzzy and smelled like things she wished she wasn't able to immediately identify. She was not going to be washing her clothes there. Ever.
The next closest laundromat was near the edge of Order territory, where the actual line of influence was a little bit fuzzy. It was clean though, which Jocelyn appreciated.
As she walked in, she got a whiff of some exotic rodent thing she'd only ever smelled at a zoo, teenage mutant boy laundry, and Bounce sheets. That was the last thing she was going to be able to smell for the next two hours.
Jocelyn sneezed several times in a row. She grabbed a tissue from the box she'd brought with her and dabbed at her runny nose.
She never could figure out why people used so many fake-flower scented things.
She was definitely keeping the motorcycle, especially since it was hers anyway, but she didn't mind if Calley came along for a ride now and then.
The ride home was surprisingly uneventful. There weren't any open hardware stores at this hour, so picking up red spray paint tonight was out of the question, unless they were going to commit an actual crime. Still, the wind blowing past their faces was exhilarating and Calley's arms around her were warm.
It was a good night. One of the best she'd had in... quite awhile.
Back in the garage, Jocelyn was grinning as she pulled her helmet off and shook her hair free.
“Did you see his face as we drove away? Ha!” Her smile was genuine, she didn't have to pretend, for once, to be something she wasn't.
“Oh, and don't forget your mice,” she added as she opened the hatch for him, then leaned back, letting the motorcycle kickstand support her weight in addition to the bike's. Why couldn't she have this much fun on a real date? Because this wasn't a date. Because that would be weird. Because Calley was still a kid. And they were just friends.
“Of course we're going to run. I'm not Isabel, you know.”
Part of her training sessions before going undercover had been an official lesson in how to hot wire a vehicle. Jocelyn had not pointed out to her instructor at the time that she may or may not have had a prior experience or two with that sort of thing.
She worked quickly, removing this little panel here, jostling that little piece loose there, connecting this wire to that one. It was a simple concept, really.
By the time Calley returned, the bike was purring and ready to go.
“Thanks,” she grinned at him and took a brave sip from her cup. It was still quite scalding. A little bit of a wait while they drove would help it.
“Here,” she popped open one of the compartments so Calley could put the drinks inside along with the bag of buttery mice. “Oh, and this could be useful.” There was a helmet in there. What a lucky coincidence; they needed one of those. She handed it to her partner in crime, then mounted the motorcycle.
“Let's go, before he...” it was too late for that. The cop had just noticed them over the top of his newspaper, then started running for the door. They were out of time to chat.
No longer needing to keep the engine as quiet as possible, Jocelyn revved the engine, kicked up the kick stand, and took off, with Calley's arms tight around her waist and angry shouts fading behind them.
“Wait, who is this Cafas person who tried to drown you? Should I be hunting him down and...?” She left the sentence hang like that, so Calley could fill in for himself what he'd like to be done to this person, if anything.
Except they shouldn't be making plans for that sort of thing when cops were about. Cops other than her, that was.
There, just as Collins had promised, her motorcycle was parked just outside the Munchin' Muffins. It was just waiting for her.
Inside the brightly lit little shop, they could see Officer Collins picking up his drink from the counter, then making his way to a little table with a newspaper. It was obvious that he was planning on being there for awhile.
Jocelyn shrugged to answer his question, “Not in this state.” Or any other state. “At least, not yet.”
She walked closer, rubbing her hand down the leather of the seat. It had been so long it didn't even smell like her anymore. It just smelled like parking garage. A mischievous grin split her face as she looked up at Calley.
“I'll race you. You go get two hot chocolates, and I'll have this thing ready to ride by the time you get back.”
Calley didn't react the same way to the movie that Jocelyn expected. She wasn't, however, disappointed.
His shouting at all the most inopportune times probably partially ruined the movie for some of the people sitting next to them, which was, if anything, more entertaining than whispering to a friend about how awful the acting was or how terribly corny the lines were. Calley was just so... oblivious to the evil glares he was getting from the teen to twenty-something girls all around him, at least unti lafter the movie was over.
“Yeah, it really is a terrible mutation. Though, perhaps the person that imprints doesn't mind, because the person they love makes them happy, even if they are a monster. I wouldn't want it to happen to me, though, that's for sure.” Maybe because she didn't trust men, pr, at least, hadn't found one yet that was worthy of her trust, other than her brother, who obviously didn't count because he was blood.
She turned her cell phone back on and checked the time. They were right on schedule.
“You want a coffee or hot chocolate or anything? Something warm and comforting...” There was a coffee shop, on their way.
Jocelyn gave a fake surprised gasp, “You don't know what team you are? No, no, I suppose you wouldn't have read the books.”
The undercover cop gave a satisfied nod when the shirt fit its wearer just right. She took pride in her ability to estimate the sizes of growing boys... or boys that had probably just barely finished growing.
“We're here to see Twilight, it's the premier of the third or fourth one... I forget which, now. They all kind of blend together.”
She took one look at his face and could tell it was going to need a bit more explanation than that. If he was going to help her make fun of this movie, he should probably at very least be informed about the plot.
“So, think love triangle between a a vampire and a werewolf both vying for one human girl's affections. The vampire is sparkly and fickle. The werewolf is loyal even though he has been relegated to best friend status.”
The people in the line ahead of them jerked to attention, there was movement up ahead!
“Naw, you're just in time. And actually everything in there is for you.” The bag she handed him contained six currently unflavored feeder mice, a 'The Pack is Back' t-shirt, and a pair of pants: plain jeans in a size that she estimated would fit him. His prize for arriving at the final destination. Also a movie ticket.
“I wasn't sure if you'd need to change before the movie,” she added, as an explanation for the clothing, “I also have gummy bears that I'm willing to share.” She'd picked them up at the dollar store on the way over. $1.00 was a much more reasonable price for movie theatre snacks than four or five or whatever they were trying to charge now-a-days, even if she did have to settle for an off brand.
Jocelyn scratched the rottweiler under the ears by way of greeting.
Scritch, scritch.
“So, before we go in, there is a very serious question I have to ask you. Team Edward, or Team Jacob?”
Warm kernels, liquid gold drizzled across the top, sprinkled with just a hint of salt.
The smell of movie theatre popcorn was unmistakable and unforgettable, even for the most mundane of noses. Forever married to the magic of the silver screen, it brought back fond memories of childhood outings to see the latest of Disney's musical masterpieces or a stolen first kiss during a quiet moment of the latest super hero flick. From grabbing hands too tightly during a classic Hollywood horror show to sobbing on a friend's shoulder during the final scene of a drama, the smell of popcorn was inseparable from theatres.
So why was the scent lingering in the hallway outside Calley's room?
Someone had slipped a napkin under his door. Written upon it was only a time. A deadline, if you will. He had until midnight tonight to find the right place. _________________________
Jocelyn stood in line by herself. She had worn her special three wolf moon t-shirt for the occasion. It seemed appropriate, given the circumstances. It was almost time for the show to start and Calley wasn't here yet. If he didn't make it in time, she probably would just go home. This movie wasn't going to be any fun to watch by herself. Who would she laugh with when the dialog was awful or the acting was cornier than the movie snacks?
She checked her watch. He still had 20 minutes. He'd be here. She hoped. And if he wasn't, she'd have to make a phone call to reschedule something else for a different night as well. She'd also have to go back to the pet store and actually buy some food for the half dozen feeder mice she had bought. The squeaked in her brown paper bag as if sensing these thoughts.
“You see, Lisa, I want to help out. This place has done so much for me and all I'm doing is sitting around gathering dust. There has to be something I can do to help out around here. Anything.”
Someone passed Jocelyn potatoes. She served herself a modest portion, then waited for the gravy to make its way in her direction. She liked turkey and potatoes and foods like them. They weren't usually over flavored with other things, they just were delicious by themselves without too much effort on anyone's part.
“I'm one who is here for lack of a better place. It's got nice amenities and there's no arguing with the price.”
She speared a piece of turkey. It smelled a little like citrus. Someone's secret ingredient in the stuffing had been orange peels it would seem. Interesting.
“It also seems like the kind of place that doesn't judge. It's nice.”
Ah, finally the gravy. Jocelyn sniffed it, then decided to only take a little. Too much pepper in it, but the turkey still needed the moisture.
Jocelyn blinked at the doorway. A boy stood there. She hadn't smelled him coming, because she was already surrounded by his smell in this room.
Stephen. The rat shifter.
“Haha!” Jocelyn let out a laugh. She hadn't realized how tense she was until it was suddenly released. She could just take him and spin him around the room... but that would be strange. She was a strange adult catching rats in his room. Add in spinning, and he'd have every right to call the cops on her. Already did, actually. They were breaking and entering, after all.
She settled for a handshake. She didn't even care that he pet rats. Her hands had just as many germs on them at the moment.
“Kaitlyn here was worried about you. I was helping her look for you. I'm Jocelyn, a new resident around here. Welcome back.”
She didn't care so much about Letitia or whomever he was talking about, she mostly just cared that he was alive, which meant she wasn't a murderer. From now on before she attacked animals, she'd be double checking. She couldn't keep the relieved smile off her face.
When the bone manipulator didn't immediately attack, Jocelyn started to calm down a bit. Maybe in her own home with her own people the cop killer could be reasonable. After all, she could hardly have earned herself such strong protectors without some small amount of likeability, unless she was kept as an animal in a cage that was only let out when her skills were needed. The latter did not seem to be the case.
It wasn't a long walk to the cafeteria, though the going was somewhat slowed because they had to walk past Calley's door, where the rainbow colors of string were most highly concentrated. Jocelyn wove her way through the threads, then held aside the curtain for her fellow Sanctuary resident.
It looked like dinner tonight was Thanksgiving-in-summer style, with fresh veggies of every kind, mashed potatoes, and, of course, a turkey. It was an actual family-style meal, too, with everyone sitting together at one big table passing bowls to each other rather than a buffet line and people sitting by themselves. Apparently the Sanctuary residents really were like one big family.
There were still plenty of chairs left. Jocelyn held out her hand to let Isabel choose first, then would choose her own nearby if one was available.
Jocelyn stood to be polite, though she wasn't quite close enough to shake hands, though she would be willing to do so if the bone thrower stepped two steps closer.
“I'm Lupe. I just moved in a few days ago.”
Her heart rate was starting to go back down to normal, but wasn't quite completely there. It was quite a shock to go from quietly watching television in your own living room to confronting someone who hated you on principle simply for your chosen profession. Though, it was bound to happen sooner or later in a place like this.
She was still able to put her pleasant smile on, after all, this was the first meeting between two people. Even if one of them was mad enough to break faces.
“I was planning on getting some dinner,” now that the news was most definitely over, “if you want to come you could.” The wolf nosed woman took a step over a tangle of rainbow string and started in the direction of the cafeteria.
