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.
Well, this was embarrassing. Jude clung to the bus pole for dear life, having given up his seat out of habit. He’d forgotten, since his sense of feeling was numbed, that he was having a bit of trouble with his legs. He was scared to change back without a little medical supervision, having caught a rather strange ability on accident.
The bus bumped and his legs buckled. If he didn’t have that pole, he’d be face down on the ground.
“You okay, man? You look a bit… pale.”
He did the whole smile and wave thing and straightened himself in preparation for the Mansion stop. He had a long walk up the Mansion lawn and no pole to help him get there.
Jude managed the bus stairs. He fumbled his way to the Mansion gate—His code still worked, so he assumed he was still allowed in. He even managed a part of the Mansion lawn before his legs totally gave out and he belly flopped into the crunchy autumn grass.
A man had his dignity. Maybe Jude was yet to be a real man because he was debating crawling. Instead, just for a moment, he let his forehead fall against the crunchy grass and he enjoyed the kiss of morning sunlight. He was just… taking a rest. That’s all.
With gravity pulling horizontally at his jeans they appeared rather empty looking from the calf up to the hip.
Where to go from here? June was tapping her chin against the lid of her coffee cup as a small group walked by. She stared at the smashed up car waiting for whatever hints it hid to jump out at her. Another car passed. This was hardly the most active intersection, but it wasn't completely deserted. Nothing in New York ever would be.
Something tugged at her power like a fly in a web. June flicked her eyes over to a passerby with anthropomorphic features, the obvious reason why her power was waving its hands at her.
At first, she'd thought it was her Weapon back at the scene. They had a sort-of resemblance. Or maybe they didn't. On first look, most animal-human hybrids looked rather similar to June. She pushed up her sunglasses and tried to look more in charge than she felt.
> "Got in a little fender bender?"
She had to resist the urge to rub at her sore shoulder and ribs as she looked at the newcomer. There really was... something...
"You should have seen the other guy." June joked, but she did hope the driver made it to the hospital. Just because SHE hadn't bothered to make herself visible to the authorities didn't mean that the driver shouldn't get medical care. Beside, they might have kept her and she was busy. There was no time to waste.
She'd chugged some ibuprofen and considered that the best medical care she was going to get until she could find the SUPER HQ. Which she didn't want to do until she found the Weapon S she was supposed to be keeping tabs on.
"I don't suppose you live around here? Or know someone who might give a statement? For insurance, you know?" June was fishing. If he'd seen the accident, or knew someone who had, maybe she could get a clue from them on where her target went? The car was really a dead end since she'd been the one thrown into it. And, unhelpfully, the Weapon S who'd told her to bug off didn't leave her a note or claw marks on the walls... But this was the last place she'd seen him so she'd figured it was the best place to start.
Last night had been... ugh. She didn't even want to think about it.
June brushed her wet hair while she shimmied into her pants. She should have been out there hours ago. A quick glance in the hotel mirror showed that her eyes were still too wide and the mark on her shoulder was purpling. The swelling was minimal, probably because she'd called it quits to rest, but knowing that thing was still out there gave her the willies. She buttoned her shirt in double time. June had a job to do.
She hadn't wrecked it completely, but management wasn't going to be happy if they found out.
Emphasis on the "if."
One lobby coffee and set of sunglasses later, June was retracing her steps from the previous evening. She made her way carefully through the intersection where she'd been tossed into a car and picked her way carefully over the glass. The Weapon she'd been tasked with following could get aggressive, for sure. She'd gotten too close and paid the price for raising the creature's suspicion. Now there were gaps in her monitoring logs. Gaps she intended to fill in starting with the place where she'd lost contact.
June slurped her coffee as she inspected the area. There was no way it was still around, but just in case June let her power roam. 8 feet wasn't a lot of warning, especially where mutants were concerned, but it would be better than no warning at all.
For whatever reason, maybe because he'd spent a good portion of his life with an accent or because he'd borrowed those same mouth parts, understanding what Chief said wasn't ever an issue. If the sounds were written out or if he over thought it, maybe it would have been, but hearing it out loud was like conversing with anybody else.
"He is a good guy." Jude confirmed. "He took a chance on me and I'd really hate to let him down." If Chief was his father-figure, Michael might just be the mom in this bizarre upside down world.
He nodded along with Chief's assessment of the place. It was nice. It just felt... fake, somehow. Like it was too good to be true. Chief held up his choice of meats and Jude pointed toward pastrami.
"I kinda went the opposite. I got a spot in one of those community living set ups. There's pot lucks and stuff so I feel like I actually know my neighbors a little. For a bit, I was tutoring a girl with her English, but I guess she's not interested any more." Or she got herself murdered. Jude had to wonder sometimes, but really tried not to go down that road. Astrid hadn't come home or paid rent so management had locked her door. It probably wouldn't feel real until someone else moved on his floor along with Gina.
Mayo? Yes. Mustard? Yes. Lettuce? He wasn't about to say no to any of it. A real, full sandwich was such a luxury. He was glad that Chief hadn't only made one for him. It was weird to eat alone with someone watching. Better that they both eat, even if their mouthparts no longer matched.
> "Has you... had any run-in's wiss solks s-run duh udder side?"
She was trying to be casual, but something struck him as odd about the question.
"No, I haven—" He trailed off as he realized that he had, actually. "Wait. I have. I met other-Michael, actually. And a couple other suspicious people BlacTac was looking into." But the real question was important enough to delay his sandwich eating. "Why?"
"It was nice of you to offer." June quipped, knowing full well that the other woman had, in fact, not offered at all. She made a show of grabbing up her bag with a wrinkled nose of disapproval for the construction worker who'd come to "help" them as she passed. June returned ready with expectation and a smear of something that should not be named smeared across her face.
> ”Come on.”
It... worked? June had been bluffing and hoping and it f*cking worked. She was going to get a shower!
Her hopes were low for today if just getting a shower could send her soaring, but dammit June was elated. The tight heels and stench and squelch of she was not going to even think about it made June a bit slow, but she did her best to not slow Roxie down. She carried her own weekend bag that was heavy with work-appropriate clothes and didn't complain. There was a time and place for complaints and that would be after the situation was better under control.
If June's track record held, that would be some time next July.
Roxie didn't seem to care one way or another if they ever spoke again. For the most part, June was okay with that. Breathing made her taste what she could smell and that was awful. But the otherworlder couldn't let the silence drag on. It wasn't in her nature.
"So, what do you do, Roxie?" That was normal get-to-know you stuff to ask about jobs.
Roxie didn't notice. There was still time for that, but no point in June trying to swap her power away. Not while she was getting pulled close. Lord, they both stank. The frenchwoman pressed her lips together, but she could swear she could taste it as well. Could the other woman not smell it? Ugh. She was so unruffled and cool. June should be equally composed.
June held tight as instructed, but there was nowhere clean. She muttered an apology for that because she had some inkling of what was gonna happen. There was no ladder. The only way out was up. Still, it was always surprising to take flight... oooor have an inhuman sized jump. June grabbed even tighter when they clumsily scraped through the opening. Even though the opening had been getting bigger, it still wasn't the biggest target.
Okay. June's feet probably were bursting out of her shoes because of whatever gave this girl her jump. That was good to know.
> ”You okay?”
"I... You aren't hurt?" Actually, despite getting clocked on the head, June wasn't all that hurt. She reached back to the back of her own head, half expecting it to have sprouted something or something. What in the world was this woman's power?
Right. June had to let go at some point.
"I'm- I was supposed to be at work." She checked her watch, but it was covered in... June shuddered and instead looked around for her backpack. "I just came over from the other side of the rift. I don't even have a place to shower." Ah! There it was, flattened by their tumble across the sidewalk and in the hands of a baffled construction worker. June marched up and yoinked it back with a glare. And then, of course, the bag was getting dirty just by merit of June touching it.
Deep breaths from the power copier.
She was so. Gross.
"You're going to help me clean up." June didn't mind looping her arm into Roxie's with false cheer. They were both gross. And it was both their faults. And they both had to clean up.
Maybe her hissy fit was just a little much. June regretted her snip when the other woman winced. June went to clean her face a bit on the inside of her suit jacket and moved out from under the trickle of pebbles that the man CONTINUED to not realize he was nudging over the edge. June was sure she would feel so much better if she weren't affected head to toe, even just cleaning her face of muck and powder helped calm her ire.
She would 100% threaten to set that construction worker on fire, if given the chance, though.
June got most of it off her face and ended up just letting the now yucky inside of her jacket lay flat against her shirt. The shirt was already ruined. There was no point in trying to spare it.
> ”Come on. I can get us out of here.”
The woman held out her hand, palm up. Blackened palm up.
Hesitantly June put her own asphalt-like hand onto the hand of the other mutant.
"I'm June, by the way." Maybe she wouldn't notice. Maybe the other woman would show off her powers so June could figure out what she had. "Seems like, if we've seen as much sh*t together as we have, we should at least know each other's names."
"I don't work here exactly." He clarified. "I work for the company that secures the premises. BlacTac. Uhm. That's Blackforest Tactical. I work for Michael Hunter." He was sure to name drop and make sure he had his "in." He should be allowed in here, even if it was residents and guests only. At least Chief said he was okay to stop in. That made him brim with warmth.
Was it just Jude or did Chief seem rather happy today?
"Look at you going all maternal... paternal... parental." He tried a few words before settling on the one that felt best in his teasing. "I wouldn't mind a sandwich, if you just happen to have one laying around." Honestly, he could throw down a surprising amount of food at almost any moment. Jude hoped that meant he was growing. The up kind of growing. Not the out kind. He still had a while before he could look Chief in the eyes without a crick in his neck.
"Do you like it here? Are they nice? It seems really exclusive. I-in a good way, I guess." He went for a chair at the table in the kitchen. If he was getting fed, that was where he should go, right?
And, my, wasn't this a step up from the last place? The couch wasn't her old crufty one. He didn't remember enough about the kitchen to know if that was the same kitchen table or not...
"I guess the work's not too bad. No security incidents big enough for me to hear about." In all honesty, the Haven building was one big black box for him. He knew a couple people inside, but it wasn't like the guys gossiped at the water cooler about what went on inside.
The way she said his name made the Frenchman look up, all the way up, to Jack's misting eyes.
He got his hug. Tight with all the fierceness of recognition and time passed and worry. That was what he'd wanted. Someone who cherished the fact that he was here. To tell him he mattered. He may have even gotten a little choked up as well, despite the fact that he'd only stayed with Jack for a week or two.
It's just that the weeks prior to those had been so hard. And staying with Jack had been without judgement or comment on his history or choices. Just support when he'd needed it most. He wrapped his arms back around, knowing just how to dodge the vestigial arms he'd also had for a little while.
Of course she would comment on his looks. Last time they'd been twinsies.
"Yeah. I usually walk around like this. I kinda forgot you'd never seen me-me." He laughed and scrubbed a little of that moisture away from his eyes when he was released. He was actively canceling his own power from the moment he walked into the building. He knew this was a building full of mutants and he'd just been hugging on one. He reaaaally did not want to bust out of his clothes or catch an unexpected mutation.
"I tried going, like, ten years older and I tried being a girl, once. This is what I go back to." He picked up the flowers and chatted after he was invited in. The flowers went right back down, just on the inside of the doorway.
"I got a couple random jobs that didn't end up lasting too long, but now I work security for this place, actually. The Haven building. I just do the clerical stuff, but I saw your picture go by when we entered you into the security system. I hope it's okay to just drop by..." He looked around curiously at the apartments he'd read the specs for several times, but never actually seen in real life before.
Relax? Relax!? There was doughnut down her shirt, they were wallowing around in actual, literal sh*t, and worst of all...
"It's my first day at a new job and not only do I smell like sh*t, I look like I've been snorting cocaine off of your lovely breasts. While, that would have be a treat, this is not the kind of first impression I was shooting for!" June scrubbed at her face and realized she was only making it worse with what was on her hand and that her bag was no longer on her back.
Oh. Oh no. June looked around for her backpack which had all her possessions that she could fit from the other side of the rift stuffed into it: stolen designer goods, mostly. The kinds of things that would not at all benefit from being mucked around in a sewer. And all the while, June's shoes continued to squeeze her uncomfortably which made walking officially the worst. Were they shrinking? Wouldn't that just be the cherry on top? Real leather shrinking so tight that she bound her own feet?
Maybe the panic over her bag was a bit too obvious. The hooker June had snorted powdered sugar from did her best to calm her. Or maybe shock and then calm was a better description.
June tried to wipe her face on her shoulder.
"No." That was surprising considering the drop. "Wait. No. You were- I landed on you. Your head must have hit hard." Sometimes it was hard to get her words out in English when they stacked up in her brain in French first, but now that she was thinking about it, June was absolutely not going to complain about the shoes if this woman was offering to get them out AND was working through a concussion.
Some scraping above was distracting, but the other woman may have been hurt and that was the most important thing for now.
"Let me take you to hospital to have you- augh!"
Some chunks of asphalt broke free under the foot of a worker that was peeking down and thwacked June on the shoulder and back of the neck. It may have been worse if she hadn't raised an arm to deflect the rest. And immediately, June was set alight inside with righteous ire. It didn't matter that the woman in front of her had gotten them down there. She'd shown remorse and was trying to make things right. THAT GUY was the real MORON.
"You ladies alright down there?" A man in a hardhat called down as he knocked a smaller, second set of pebbles down.
June was a little bit underwhelmed. World 2 was supposed to be like the wild west of mutants. They could sing, they could dance, they could make romance. They could even, purportedly, use their mutations in broad daylight. Except, June didn't actually see any of that happening. She hated looking like a tourist, but her head was on a swivel. June could feel them, of course. But not with a whole lot of accuracy.
The line moved and they were actually moving enough so that she could get through the door, June noted from behind her Ray Bans, and so she took a step forward into a brick wall.
The brick wall turned out to actually be a woman that was holding a doughnut. June tried to step back, but the woman tried to step around, her arm was in the wrong place, there was the door frame, and the threshold, and maybe it was a mutant? Who knew? No matter what June tried to do, it only seemed to make things worse. The bag of confections that was trying to worm its way down the shirt was especially irritating. The fall back onto her tuchus was embarrassing.
June tried to shove the other woman off of her and she was only getting shoves back. They ended up mean girl, cat fight sort-of rolling across the sidewalk since neither one of them was willing to give up their pride and just stop. June's ire was rising. She hadn't even had a rainbow bagel yet! She opened her mouth to say something catty, but all that came out was a surprised yelp when they seemed to run out of ground.
Down they went. And June was determined to come out on top. So determined that she didn't account for the actual landing which jarred her into collapsing her arms and falling face first onto the other woman. A perfect poof of what looked like cocaine puffed out of the bag that was crushed between them and coated the lower half of June's face. If it hadn't tasted like powdered sugar, she might have been worried.
June pushed herself up and something squished under her hand.
> ”What the ****?!”
Throwing up would NOT make this situation better, but it was tempting. June shuddered all the way from her shoulders down to her tailbone as the French girl pulled her hand up to look at... asphalt? On her palm?
The other woman was a mutant. She could feel it now.
"You- I- can NOT believe..." Oh no. June could taste it every time she opened her mouth. She thought the smell was bad, but the taste was WORSE. "We gotta get out of here." She attempted to find her feet and scramble away, but it was like she was a freshly born deer over a thick icy pond. Her ankles wobbled with the moisture that had seeped through the material of her shoes and EVERYTHING SHE TOUCHED SQUISHED!
The door opened. He could kind of see it underneath the planter. That was doubly confirmed when she started to say something and then stopped. And then started again.
Could she... help him? Didn't she recognize him? But Jude stopped and thought back and... duh. he'd been hiding out as her until he'd gotten that first job that helped snowball him back onto his own two feet.
"Uhm. These- I-" Well now he was all flustered and off his game. It hurt not being recognized even if she legitimately had no reason to know him. Jude worked to set the flowers down because it was distracting to have a literally bush between him and the person he was trying to talk to.
"Once upon a time, you shared a sandwich with a kid in an alleyway. He busted out of his clothes when he copied your power?" Surely she remembered that part. And as much as he hated calling himself a kid? Well, maybe he had done quite a bit of growing in that time... "Uhm. Hi? It's nice to meet you, I guess. I'm Jude. I brought- I mean I wanted to say thank you. Now that I'm back on my feet and stuff." He gestured toward the pink and purple flowers.
"Okay. So green might be surprise then. We'll circle back around to that one." He couldn't just turn and yell 'boo' now that she was expecting it. He'd have to try to remember and do it later.
He was also going to graciously ignore that she'd been feeling flirty. Well of course that was the case. They'd been shooting for pink.
"Orange?" He counter-offered another color as their chef arrived and greeted them both. "Was orange on the list?"
But then the chef was real distracting. He confirmed both of their orders and got to cooking. He slung the meat on the grill, careful not to let anything touch that shouldn't touch, and melted butter. His knife must have been so sharp because he sliced everything up right in front of them like it was no big deal at all. Vegetable ends were flicked expertly into his hat. He made the fried rice into a heart shape and then made it beat with his spatula before passing it out.
Jude grinned to his tablemate and accepted his bowl of rice, overjoyed for the food and nearly platinum blonde.
Flowers were his go-to when Jude was feeling all emotionally expressive. He hadn't realized it until he caught himself browsing a flower shop near the subway station. He was trying to surprise someone who meant a whole lot to him. But what flowers said "thanks for scraping me up off the street, are you proud of me yet?"
Probably the biggest ones he could find.
"Can I buy one of these?" Jude knew he was going over the top this time, and again decided some social lines were just worth blowing right past. He had to turn it a bit sideways and squat to get it on the subway. He didn't mind hefting it down the street in his jacket and sweater vest. As far as Jude was concerned, it was perfect.
He checked his notes on where Jack lived now. It was sheer coincidence that he'd run across that information, working at BlacTac. But he knew it was a sign from the universe (r something). The time had come to say thanks.
And, conveniently enough, he worked with the security guys who worked there. So it was literally no big deal when he asked for them to ring up Jack and tell her that she had a delivery.
Jude waited as close to the elevators as he was allowed. Whatever Haven was into, it was hella fancy. He held the trellis of sweet pea climbing vines as best he could, even if that meant his face was easily covered. Meh. She'd know it was him as soon as the flowers were hers.
It had taken some time, but June nodded and smiled and flashed a shiny new identification card at the border to the otherworld. SUPER had been a tough nut to crack and she'd had to accept a chip that would track her movements, but for now June was pretty sure that was alright. Because she was pretty much a free woman on World-02. (Of course, the other world called themselves something stupid like "World A." Inferiority complex.)
"Sank you." She picked up her backpack from the TSA-style conveyor belt and put herself back together, checking her ankle boots were zipped and that her pants were still starched. June was officially classified as Delta-17, one of their newest wave of recruits and one of the few who had walked in through their front doors voluntarily.
As far as SUPER knew, the Frenchwoman could sense mutants and actively cancel them one at a time. She firmly believed that mutants were too free, like walking unregulated weapons, and should be policed. Sure. She believed that to some degree. And telling the truth made some lies go down smoother. Her mental scan had been dicey, but with June copying the psychic, she'd been able to keep tabs on what they did and did not discover and she'd been able to keep them from the worst of it.
She wasn't an Adapted, but she was considered more valuable in some ways since she was able to spare any mutant partners. And she'd learned quite a lot from the induction process. Quite a lot. Like where to go in this world in order to get her tagging gun, what to do as far as secret handshakes, she even got a crash course in self-defense. She'd had to sweat. But she'd done it.
And now she was here. And she was out.
June was free from her old world, masquerading in the authority it gave her. She knew she wasn't fully trusted. Yet. But she also hadn't quite figured out her end goal. She could sell SUPER secrets to people like Max and his boss Poseidon. They'd paid well enough for the odd job. There were sides to play, if she could walk that line.
Her first point of order, though, was to find that place that made rainbow bagels and make sure she wasn't being tailed.
