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.
Jude stretched his glutes at the back of the predominantly female classroom pretending to be deaf, dumb and blind. The blind part was extra believable with the sunglasses he wore indoors.
He wanted to get better at his control so someone suggested he meditate. Since plain old Gregorian chanting put him to sleep, physical meditation in the form of yoga was the next best thing.
Dressed in loose athletic shorts and a sleeveless tee, Jude felt appropriately stretchy. Manly? Noooot really. But he'd had better luck with keeping his demanding mutation in check lately. (And downward dog was a very common yoga position. Not that he was looking or anything. But that not looking was a strong motivator to return every Thursday.)
"Namaste." The teacher, a short woman in a skin tight top greeted the class without drama or mysticism. The Slinky Factory was a yoga studio that treated their clients most like a gym. That was why Jude could at least pretend to be comfortable here. "Let's start our first vinyasa: sun salutation. Reach up with your arms..."
Jude had stood there dumbfounded for long enough. Svetty had given him a task. Medicine. Bathroom. Bath. "You just put clothes on her." He grumbled more to have something to grumble about than actual dissatisfaction.
Jude stuffed his sleeves up over his elbows and turned the bath water on in the patient bathroom. She'd said warm so he jammed the knob somewhere middle-ish and plugged the drain before taking the stairs two at a time to get to their personal bathroom. He knew they had acetometo-whatever and that helped reduce fever, but it was a pill and until sleeping beauty woke up, there would be no pill swallowing.
Meh. Let Svetlana sort that out. He grabbed the plastic bottle and then went for the phone to complete the third stage of his task.
He felt a bit mollified with her mention of his sweetness and the fact that she'd brought him a shirt. She couldn't be that mad at him if she'd done all that, right? Jude wasted no time in ducking into his shirt. He was so chilly the fabric felt warm against his skin.
> "So, who is she?"
"She's a psychotic hobo with trust issues named Lucy." That about summed it up, really. But he wanted to be clear with Svetlana to avoid future misunderstandings.
"She's a mutant zat can find people. She can find anybody. I ran into her in ze future once, uh, now ze past. When I wanted to find Ghost so badly." Yep. Crystal clear. "She wouldn't help." Also, he hadn't had the time or courage to figure out her power since there had been the whole brain explosion possibility.
She... wanted him... to undress another woman. Jude slowly lowered his hands and looked at Svetlana. She looked like she was serious. Seriously.
Trap. It's a trap. Somehow zis is a trap.
"O-kay." He looked at Svetty more. No change in miffed demeanor. "I'm doing it." Mhmm. She wasn't gonna stop him now. "For real." Jude took a step toward Lucy. "Really, uh, happening." Yeah. Really. He smoothed Lucy's hair back from where it stuck to the sweat on her face. No one deserved to suffer like this.
"Everything iz going to be okay." He reassured the puddle of girl on the gurney as he maneuvered her shirt up and then jiggled her arms back through the sleeves before pulling the neck as wide as it would go and slipping the damp cloth over her head without smushing her face too much. He placed the apron on top of Lucy for modesty and warmth until Svetty could come back.
Hopefully Svetlana would have the foresight to grab him a fresh shirt as well. Goosebumps marched up his bare back.
"I uh... brought you a bagel." There had been coffee too, but that was gone now...
Lucy pushed away his hands with all the strength of wet noodles. Her feeble protests weren't the problem. Jude was. Every millimeter that Lucy's shirt went up, his paranoia spiked. By the time he was lifting her shoulders in order to get to the good stuff slip the shirt off over the girl's head, he was a nervous, shaking wreck.
And rightly so. When that blast of Russian preceded Svetty into the room, Jude dropped Lucy back onto the bed (a mere 5 cm drop) and quite literally jumped away. He put his hands in the air just for good measure too. Hey. Svetlana knew her way around a gun. She might just shoot him for this.
"Oh sank goodness." His voice cracked, but Jude felt better NOT trying to sneak Lucy around. "Can Lucy borrow some of your clothes? She spilled coffee and she's sick and won't go to a hospital and maybe it would be better if you helped her? I can go get ze clothes." He kept his hands up in the air during the cascade of words that tripped over each other to get past his lips.
Meanwhile Lucy was dying of a fever... which was much less important than appeasing the angry girlfriend.
The thermometer chirruped and showed him an impressive 39.6 Degurees C. Jude was glad Sebastian had his equipment set to Celcius because he wasn't good at conversions yet. Imperial measurements. Pah! Who needed them? Still... That was a seriously disturbing number. Like, go to the hospital kind of number.
Lucy would murder him if he took her to the hospital. Lucy (and Svetlana) would also murder him if he took her damp clothes off. Lucy would not murder him if she died... But he had already brought her all the way here. What would the police (and Svetlana) think of a dead body in the clinic?
Sometimes grown up decisions were very difficult to make.
In for a penny, in for a pound. It seemed that no matter what he was going to do, someone was going to get mad at him. He may as well choose which was most beneficial for him Lucy's survival. Jude was pretty sure that meant that she needed to get out of those wet clothes.
Jude peeled his own shirt off over his head and tossed the hot water bottle in the warmer before he cranked that sucker to high. He rummaged around in the linen closet for something, but it was all bandages and blankets and rectangles of fabric. Nothing like real clothes... Except... Was that an apron of some kind? It would cover her front at least...
The power copier returned to Lucy with apron in hand.
It was time.
Maybe he should go get Svetty?
Jude grabbed the piping hot water bottle and put it next to Lucy as he peeled back to covers. Okay. Nothing had bit him yet. No alarm bells yet. He tried to shimmy up Lucy's shirt.
"Sounds very selfless." Jude had no brothers or sisters. And even if he did, he wasn't sure that he would go into voluntary battle for them.
"I wish you luck." Jude offered his hand to Emerald to shake and thus conclude their business dealings. There wasnt much else that Jude could or would do for Emerald at this point. Cage fighting... Holy crow, this wolf girl really could rip him in half. His first instinct about her had not been wrong. Plus, as much as he would like to help her in theory, in practice he liked his face to remain attached to his skull.
The vision ended with a jolt. He did not close his eyes, neither of them passed out... that left pain or mental strength or some other trauma enough to stop the vision. "Are you okay?" He reached half-way across the table before realizing that touching was not a safe or politically correct option. He sent his hand on a detour to retrieve his sunglasses.
He always learned the most unexpected things from visions. Often useless to their cause, but a buck was a buck. It couldn't be completely useless if they made money off the deal. And besides, at least she hadn't figured out anything about the missing children. Jude would hate to think of what she might do... especially after seeing what she'd done to the white wolf.
Jude slipped his sunglasses back on to his face and his eyebrows scrunched down behind the lenses. "Are you... normally a cage fighter?" It seemed that Emerald was about to get suckered into a pretty nasty situation.
Hehe. They seemed a natural couple did they? Jude pulled Svetty in close to him for a quick torpedo-like smooch on her cheek before hefting some of their luggage and running up the stairs in pure muppet fashion. Ok. Not totally grown up. That or he was running high on smooches and a caffeine aura.
"Yes. Warm. Absolutely." Jude surveyed the upstairs and tried not to let the drab emptiness get him down. No one lived here anymore. No one but them. But he had known coming in to this that they would have to fill this place with life again.
"Any room you want to call dibs on?" Staircase there... a short hall with several doors... his manliness dictated that they take the most defensible position, but also one that they wouldn't get trapped in. So... "End of ze hall? Or... where do you sink people will walk by ze least?" He couldn't seem to decide except to rule out the apartment that was at the top of the stairs that everyone walked by. There would be a roof escape if they worked their magical plan to extend an apartment into the attic floor so maybe the end of the hall?
"I will check ze attic." He dropped his things and jogged up the next set of stairs. Sebastian had finished the floor, but the walls weren't done. They needed insulation (brr!) and rock sheeting... rock wall... dry wall... whatever people called that stuff that made walls look like walls and ceilings look like ceilings. There were stacks of it leaning against a wall as well as some light fixtures still wrapped in their plastic. Combined with the wood Jude had brought and the paint... they just might have enough stuff to get one apartment extended upward.
Jude jogged back down to report his findings. "Yep. We can take up ze flooring from up top, zen demolish ze ceiling between on ze apartment of Svetty's choosing, et là~! I sink we can safely contain our radius." Radiuses? Radii? Stupid English.
He kept finding the same five. Two brown-haired girls and three boys. The knitter, Arianna. The fighter, Nöel. The musician, Perry. The proselytizer, DJ. The follower, Hal... he seemed to still be recovering from something.
These were the pillars that supported Sebastian. If Future Sight needed to mount an offensive, it would have to be against these five pillars. Assuming that Sebastian had not made them all immortal yet. Weird... that he could do that for strangers and not for Ghost.
The kitchen timer zinged into Jude's conscious thought. It interrupted a battle where Arriana's affinity for string showed to be more useful than just for knitting. That was one vision of the future that Jude did not mind pulling out of.
Jude took his time getting his glasses on. The more he learned about Sebastian's church, the more he was... bothered. The whole idea baffled him. People were going to earn their immortality. Some of the religious churches had the same model, but Sebastian's church had proof. DJ would preach a powerful sermon on his personal immortal experiences this Sunday. As a result, the church would have a record turn out to a community swap meet. The whole thing made Jude a little sick. And a little jealous.
"Find anysing good?" Jude's dreary tone indicated that he had not. To chase away those blues, he pulled a pice of chocolate out of the candy dish at the center of the table.
"Katrina." Confused at first, Jude had to twist in his chair to see where the blonde was working on her homework. Alister sounded annoyed enough that he must have been surprised to see her.
"Hey." Jude waved from behind his sunglasses with a mouth full of chocolate. "What's up?"
Well... there went the coffee. Three cups worth of a fabulous smelling French roast soaked into Lucy and Jude's shirts and jackets. Also, Lucy let the trash fall away. So. Even in sickness she was a litter-er. What a waste. At least he hadn't wasted the bagels on her too, those swung like a pendulum in their bag in his hand under Lucy's knees.
And all the while she radiated heat like a fire elemental.
He dropped the bagels on the side table that usually held medical instruments and put Lucy down on the closest bed. Jude rubbed his arms to ease the shivering muscles and desperately wanted to peel off his jacket and shirt. Instead he plucked at the wet material and it made a SHLORP noise as it tried to cling to his chest. Gross. And he hadn't even gotten the worst of it. Lucy was soaked. And curled up in a little ball on her gurney.
Just how sick was she?
The ability copier rummaged around the clinic closets until he found a thermometer, a hot water bottle and a blanket. The blanket went over Gwen first. He knew better than to try and undress a crazy hobo no matter how delusional. The thermometer went right into her mouth and under her tongue.
"Don't choke." He advised her and then tried to hold it there so he could get some kind of accurate reading. What worked against fever? Aspirin... he knew that much but Lucy didn't exactly look like she was ready to swallow any pills. The thermometer beeped to indicate that it had a reading.
Oh no. What if her brain had exploded? But no, she was breaking and eventually, she got to be moving. Jude cringed when she bonked her head and tried to help where he could in letting her out from under the bench. Slowly, snailfully Lucy made her escape. She was going to catch her death out here in just those clothes and this weather. At least she had found a shelter to help with the wind.
>“Are there three of you or is that just me?”
He checked on the off chance that there was a doppleganger around. "Nope. Just me. I'm going to take you to ze Clinic, Lucy. Can you stand?" There might not be a healing unicorn at the Iris Clinic, but it was close by. It also was entirely shut off from the wind, had blankets and thermometers and hot water bottles to help warm a frozen body up. Upstairs there were fireplaces and kitchens.
Jude assumed that Lucy would not want to go to a hospital or a public clinic. With as paranoid as Lucy had been the last time that they met, she might not agree to go with him at all, but at this point Jude was pretty sure he could push her over and once she fell down she wouldn't get back up.
"Come on. Here. Hold ze coffee and I'll get us zere." He passed the three steaming cups to her with full knowledge that she didn't have the stamina to hold them all on her own. That was fine because he put one arm under her knees and the other behind her back so that he scooped her up into his arms. Not the easiest way to carry someone who was limp as a noodle, but she didn't weight nearly enough for her size.
He was hoping Svetty's coffee, at least, did not get spilled because now it was going to be forgiveness coffee. "Forgive me for bringing home a crazy hobo, Love Jude." Yep. That was exactly the note he would leave next to the cup of joe.
Jude hefted Lucy in his arms and started walking. Close as they were, he could feel her radiating heat.
"Not too far now." That was as much for himself as it was for her. His arms were shaking by the time he got them to the resident's back door. And he had to do a little dip and maneuver in order to open the door to the un-used clinic but... eventually he would get Lucy into one of those sterile beds.
"Funny. You're not ze first person to come here looking for answers on zat topic." Jude accepted her money, counted the fare and punched the button on the register. The till dinged and spit out the cash drawer and just like that, they were in business.
"Ze othzer woman did not have much luck." Which was good considering the fact that this shop held quite a few of those runaways. The other woman, Jude had seen coming, though. This one? Not so much. Maybe her choice to come visit here was a whim? Or recent? Or maybe the future was getting a little out of hand. He was watching for too many things in too many different directions. He kept missing things.
Also, there was something a little funny about this woman. She seemed.... familiar?
"If you're ready, it iz better to take a seat." Jude motioned to the small table with the basket of candies where Letitia had been mending her rat's sweater only minutes ago. The power copier took his seat without taking a chocolate fro the candy basket. He had to mind his figure. "Remember. Your choices will affect your viewing of ze future. Let me know when you are ready and then take a good look into my eyes."
He put his hand on his sunglasses and waited for Emerald's cue. Once she was ready, he would lower the shades down to the end of his nose and the viewing would start.
Well, Jude had certainly not expected to find a) someone living in the Iris Apartments or b) someone willing to help pay off some of those bills. Jude was finding that he rather liked this arrangement. Pluto had always been courteous and protective and self-sacrificing. Always really self sacrificing.
"Itz not like we uh..." He noticed the pink in Svetty's cheeks only after he started talking and now realized... Ohhhhh. Jude started to get a little pink as well.
"Ahem." Let's try that again. "If you don't mind, downstairs is probably safe enough. You said ze last time you went off to fight crime went poorly for you so..." So he should stick around and make sure the last two residents didn't get killed just because they wanted some privacy.
"We had some ideas for renovations too, if you're at all handy withs a hammer." Jude had borrowed a handyman book from the library. He hadn't yet cracked it open except to find what materials they would need and it sat somewhere in all the luggage. "Fixing the broken stuff, sure, but also finishing out ze attic so it is livable space and making an apartment withs enough room to keep double boosting away from ze other residents." Which currently consisted of Pluto.
Brr. It was cold in here. "Can we move zis upstairs? I sink we're going to leave ze clinic in tact... just in case." Just in case Sebastian stopped being crazy and came home and needed it.
