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 drank to to that. If there was one thing he'd been working toward all this while it was change. So far he'd gotten it, just... not in the ways he had hoped. Running away had ended with his family in pieces. Sure, he was a mutant now, but at what cost? "Svetty, do you ever regret some choices you have made?" Hopefully he wasn't one of them since it looked as if they might be destined to have each other's babies.
And just in case that was too heavy a topic, "I'll make you a deal. We'll trade word for word until we are boths fluent. Okay?" That solved the native speaker surcharge. After all, Svetlana was a native speaker too.
"L'eau." Jude pointed to his water. "It means water. We may as well start ze learning now. What is water in Russian?"
"Oh." He had been looking for her. Really, he had. But after so many nights of not finding her, he was sort of caught unaware. Also, the pipe. That was not exactly how he imagined finding the girl who would help him find his Ghost.
"Uh. Sure. I don't have a lot, but you are welcome to it." His soft r's were plainly indicative of his non-American upbringing. Jude had to juggle his coffee in order to reach into the depth of his jeans pocket and fish out a velcro wallet with a stegosaurus on it. Hew knew from sad experience that the wallet contained about 6 bucks in bills and 2 in coins. This was such a bum robbery.
For a man getting mugged, Jude was awfully calm. Not that she wasn't intimidating. The intensity of her eyes and the jagged end of the pipe were not two things that Jude wanted to mess with, but Ghost had taught him that kindness could go a long way. Jude wanted this girl on his side. That way he could rescue Ghost and get more little nuggets of wisdom like that one.
"Here." He held out the wallet with his left hand. His power flickered under his skin with contained hunger. She was a mutant and powerful enough for his power to want hers. That was good. That meant his future vision was on track. This had to be her.
Jude was a grown up and that meant he made his suicide from a coffee bar instead of a soda fountain. French vanilla, Irish cream, Belgian chocolate… his favorites were the "foreign" ones. He was putting one more type of coffee in his coffee cup when an interesting situation developed at the register. The old lady wanted to pay by check. Who paid by check anymore?
Jude whisked to her rescue with a twenty dollar bill and a smile. He quit smiling when he had to fork over another twenty and a few singles to shore up the rest of the bill. Geez! Gas was expensive!
The frenchman tucked the old bag into her car with a light heart and a few bruises from her handbag for thanks. Welp. He'd done his good deed for the day. Jude wrapped his hands around his hot drink and started a long and meandering path home.
Soon Jude would meet someone who would help him find Ghost. His future had showed him talking with a girl while it was still cold. This girl eventually led him to Ghost. That was the story and he was excited to see it unfold.
It was certainly cold now that it was getting dark, hence the coffee. Still, he took his time and every street, shopping strip and blind alley he could plausibly enter on his way to Future Sight. He wanted to give fate as much opportunity for him to cross paths with that girl as possible. So what if he had wandered the streets late into the evening for the last week and a half looking for her? He would find her sometime this winter. The future said so.
"I am zis old." He insisted. "I'm twenty-somesing. Seriously." Why did everything Kaitlyn did make him feel twelve again? "It wasn't just a dream. I lived it. I am old." He didn't know how to explain it any better than that. He felt this old. Why couldn't he be this old?
"Turnz out I'm not a psychic." He was quick to reassure her because, well, she sounded pretty nervous about the whole mind reading thing. She even turned red and that meant she had been thinking something really good. Rats. What a time to not be a psychic!
"Not right now. I mean, I could be if I wanted to." Just like he could be old if he wanted to. "I can copy powers. See?" He opened his mouth real big and showed off his pointy shark teeth. Not normal, right? Totally copied from a shark boy. He would show her, but he was asleep right now... "You exsplode, right? I could exsplode to show you too, but I don't want to ruin what we just fixed here." Uhm... so if she wanted him to prove it, really there wasn't a good option...
What were they doing again? Oh right. The computer. "So zis sing is listening to Sebastian." That was a much safer topic, really. His getting old just didn't sit all that well with people who knew him young.
"I would love to learn Russian." Jude raised his hand to summon their busybody waiter. The waiter took his time. "I would also love to have a first student for French teaching, but, I must warn you. As a native speaker my prices are rathzer steep."
One more hand wave did the trick and Jude put in the order. Duck l'orangerie for Svetty. Cassoulet for himself. Raspberry vinaigrette on their salads and, yes, they did want a baguette. Unfortunately no on the wine. Unless the lady objected?
Once they had the food order all squared away, Jude found his mind wandering back to the idea of a limit to Svetlana's power. That was what they were celebrating, after all. He raised his water glass to Svetlana's victory. "To learning new sings." Russian, French and how not to douse the metro in a coffee buzz.
His… sock? "Trade money for sock." He countered smoothly. At least, he felt it was smooth. Calley wanted something from him, he wanted something from Calley. It didn't matter that no one in their right mind would pay 500 dollars for a used sock. This was a... how did they call it again? Mutually beneficial transaction?
And surely Calley didn't expect to get away without paying anything. Especially since Jude hadn't seen Ghost at all in this useless cat's future.
The frenchman extricated foot from sock and wriggled it out of Calley's reach. Tempting offer, no? "You wanted your future. I gave you zat. You can't call technicality because you didn't like what you saw." Alister still made people pay and he showed people all kinds of horrible things. The difference was that Alister was smart enough to collect the cash up front.
"No idea at all?" But he had said it so clearly and these things were so familiar to him. Was it possible that she hadn't heard of any of them? (Well, besides the chocolate.) "I sink you would like ze duck." And there were two duck options on that menu so it looked like this place could maybe do it right.
He ushered her inside and, though the place was small and seats were sparse, there weren't many seats left open. That was a very good sign.
A hassled looking waiter in black slacks and a white shirt with a black apron pulled out a wrought iron chair for Svetlana that looked like it belonged to a patio set instead of the square table in front of it. Jude pulled out his own chair which was round and had an old lady butt cushion. "Have you decided what you want from the menu outside?" The waiter asked them politely enough, but he asked while he looked down his nose at them. Jude shook his head. "A moment?" The man went to fetch water for them, eyed Jude's pleasant smile again and then left them alone.
Jude leaned across the table for two. "Want me to explain everysing?"
"French food? You don't want French food. It's all butter and wine and cheese and feelings." Jude winked to let her know he was kidding. Also, he didn't know where one was. Jude got out his phone to check as they walked. Odds were that any direction they picked would be as good as the next. "I cannot recommend terrine. Do you know zis food? I am ashamed of its existence."
His phone said there was a five star across the street and a 1 and a half star two blocks down. "Just a little bit of a walk. Zis way." He pointed the way toward the lower rated place. It would be cheaper and more of an adventure.
"La Vie Bistro." Ivy was climbing up the walls and out front was a chalkboard with, no doubt, the entire menu. Entrée included soup and salad. The price was steep, but not unreasonable for the value.
"Duck l'orangerie, Coq au vin, Pot-au-feu, Cassoulet." He read the few menu items. All of them were pretty classic dishes, some more home-ie than others. There were a range of meats, but the real clincher that sealed the deal for Jude? "Mmm. Chocolate souffle too. What do you sink?"
Jude smiled at the crying comment from Kealey. "I'd forgotten all about zat." But the roll on his plate was going to be rapidly cooling and the butter on his knife was warming. Never a good sign. He had to get his thanks in order.
"I am sankful for ze love and support I have experienced zis year." Family would have been his go-to if he knew where any of them were, but he was trying to stay positive about the whole thing. They would find them and get it all put together again.
Jude put his hand over Svetlana's. As one of his main supporters, she was top of his list. He squeezed her hand to let her know that she could go now.
"Celebrate!" He echoed her with enthusiasm and offered his arm with a grin. Sometimes he felt strange. Not like he had touched her skin strange, just... it was like they had sort of skipped normal dating and fell into this weird state of knowing too much. They were more than friends. She was going to have his babies. Still, it didn't feel like anything was certain or safe. It was like the foundation of their relationship was a house of cards.
"Zey ought to give you ze key to ze city for how much you worry over everyone." Away from the parks and the benches, it was time to get them to a proper date. Jude could only afford so many bribes of blue roses.
"Where to?" Around the park the prices were inflated for tourist reasons, but there were holes in many walls. "Maybe a taste of home? Surely zere is Russian food somewheres."
"Zen let's share powers. What's ze worst zat could happen?" Deranged deers chewing on their faces. "On second sought... I could just spin you around again."
He could also plant a kiss against her hair and let her go. He opted for that. "Is it time to celebrate? Go get anothzer power?" He wasn't going to suggest they go out to that far away park. The moose, as DocProf had called it, was probably still out there. Plus last time they sure didn't get a whole lot of training done.
Uh-uh. Oh no. Jude was being nice giving him a moment to collect himself, but he saw that cash going back where it came from. "Pay up. If Alister really expects you, zen he'll expect ze money too." Assuming it wasn't one real bill and the rest was monopoly money, Future Sight needed that cash. They needed that cash because someone trashed the place.
"Anysing I know about you is anysing anyone at ze Mansion could have told me. Or Kat." Jude wasn't sure how he could prove that he was himself. It was just as easy to prove that he wasn't, he supposed. He huffed a sigh. "I'd love to hit you for all the sings Ghost let you get away withs, but I'm sure zere are plenty of people who want to beat you up." He frowned and waited with his hand out for the cash.
"What could I possible do to prove it?" Jude was hoping he chose the punching option.
Come back? Jude stood at the threshold and tried to memorize how far he had walked. 8 maybe 9 meters? He tried to steel himself for the hyper focus to come back. It was probably still within the time limit since they'd kissed. Only, when he stepped in closer... no super space Godzilla grass crushing action.
He grinned and jogged the distance to Svetty. "It's not crazy anymore." He reported the news with all due vigor and bug eyes. His power waggled to remind him that her power was a tastier option.
He scooped her up and spun her around before setting her back on her feet. If she wanted to jump up and down with him, he was totally game for that too. "What does zis mean, exactly? Does nothsing boosted get out? What if I boost you and you boost me?" She probably had a billion and a half question as well, but it felt like they were finally catching a break.
"I can walk." Jude shifted after she let him go and he pushed up off of the bench. He saw a leaf transfer from the bench to his back jeans pocket. He could see his own butt. Jude chuckled and brushed the leaf off. He could see himself all the way up to neck if he wanted to. Jeans, white undershirt and a wooly brown sweater that had a lot of texture to get lost in now that he was looking for it.
"I look good." Though he could stand to cut back on the Christmas cookies Letita kept cooking. The Frenchman smoothed his sweater over his tummy and sucked in his gut. What was he supposed to be doing again?
"Right. walking." He could walk. He could even watch the grass getting crunched under his feet until he'd covered them too much for his boosted sight to keep track of. This was so cool. Well, it was cool for him anyway. For anyone else Jude appeared to be imitating the people walking on the moon. He walked with tall exaggerated steps.
He kept Godzilla tromping over the grass until he hit the edge of Svetlana's limit. Then he straightened up and looked around as if he'd noticed something. Which he had. He could no longer see the detail. His sweater was just a sweater, not the texture rich distraction that it was before. The grass was just a mass of green. He could see he blades if he wanted to focus on them, but picking out individual ones would have meant that he would need to get closer.
"I found ze edge!" Jude waved at Svetty. At this distance, she was still pretty even without all the pores.
