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.
"What if I wanted to support you?" She was destined to be his baby momma after all, right? If he didn't think that would earn him a second smack he would have reminded her. He would do it because of obligation, but before that he would do it because he just plain old wanted to.
"Teach French... huh." He mulled that one over because it had never honestly occurred to him. He hadn't ever imagined himself as a teacher. Ghost was the teacher.
"I should maybe reconnect withs ze Mansion." Plenty of grownups freeloaded off the Mansion. There didn't seem to be any shame in it so long as they pimped themselves out as X-men every now and again.
Though, the thought of staying around all those powers... "I don't sink I could live zere again." Svetlana was his own personal teddy bear, perfectly sized for insecure snuggling.
"Remind me to look for Ghost again in your future sometime when we aren't touching." Which pretty much meant he had no intention of letting her go for a while.
It would be alright, but right now he felt like he was at the crossroads of his life. He could go in any direction from here. Infinite choices is too many to choose from. What if he picked the wrong one?
> "First of all, you are not going to be a daddy anytime soon."
"Well yeah. It's takes 9 months to cook 'em." He was only half kidding. Accidents happen! How could she be so confident? Svetty scooted in and he wrapped his arms around her until she settled into a place that seemed made just for her. From the outside, it would look like he was comforting her when the opposite was actually true. He planted a kiss at the top of her head.
"It would be okay if you were. I'm not ready now, but I would be." Or at least he would try to be. Kids. Two of 'em. *Jude hugged her tighter around her shoulders.
Jude moved his hands when he felt her replace the sunglasses but still kept his eyes shut. He didn't have a job. How would he possibly support a child? Two children? He had been a child not too long ago. And he certainly hadn't given a single thought to what would happen after they averted the apocalypse. How long would it take to keep the world from ending, anyway?
Shaking his head in answer to Svetty's question made him open his eyes to gauge her reaction through his polarized lenses. "Ze future does not lie." But it could change… Did he want it to? Did she? Svetlana seemed very calm about all of that. They had talked about kids before in an abstract sort of way…
"Zat was far off." Yeah. Really far off. Had there been something to identify the date? He was betting it was a million years from now. "Don't usually see zat far off."
What kind of job could he find? Jude's case was a bit special, but he was betting his paperwork would keep him from finding anything worth doing until he technically got old enough. What should he do in the meantime? What kind of career would possibly fit him? How could he possibly provide for a family of four?
Before, he'd used his telepathy to his advantage. He'd leveraged secrets against people to further his own placement in politics until one day, his talents got him stashed away in some government program.
He wasn't about to make that mistake again.
One thing was clear, he couldn't live at Future Sight forever. Those kids were not his brothers or sisters or (gulp) sons or daughters. If he had family, this time around, he was going to make them count. His heart sank as soon as he'd come to that realization.
"Svetty… I sink I've made a horrible mistake."
He explained about his future past. He explained in no unclear terms how he'd sent Sebastian away. He explained his fears about the future. By the time he'd finished explaining they'd been sitting on that bench long enough that he'd gotten cold and stiff and felt like all the words that poured out earlier left him empty.
He was both excited and terribly afraid. What if he wasn't good enough to go straight to the intersection of Ghost and Svetlana's futures? What if there was no Ghost to ever see again? What would happen to the viewing then?
What if he didn't see himself in Svetlana's future?
This wasn't about that. This was about finding the next time that Svetlana would see Ghost. Of all the people he knew, and all the people he would trust to try this, she was the absolute best option. Jude took both of her hands into his hands and breathed. "Are you really sure? Just seeing it... it could change in the knowing."
Once she was sure, he let her hands go. "All you have to do is look into my eyes."
Yeah. That's all she had to do. Jude was picturing Ghost. White hair. Tall and slender. She was alive. She was laughing.
Jude's eyes were brown. Brown and deeper than any pool. They pulled Svetlana in and in and in. Jude came too, his hand following Svetlana's string of fate.
It was easy. It was always easy, but it must have been the boost because he didn't have any trouble honing in on a scene in Svetlana's future. This was a moment when her path intersected with Ghost's. Which meant she was alive!
Svetlana sat on a white couch with one brown haired little boy on her lap in front of the TV. Jude didn't recognize the show, but he recognized the language. French. Was she in France?
"Momma?" A second boy approached the couch, a perfect replica of the first. Neither of them were very old. 4 maybe 5? But they were old enough to interrupt the easy flow of the viewing for Jude.
"Oh. My. God." That was Jude's voice breaking into the scene. The boys were talking about something and pointing out the window, directing Svetty's gaze to who-knows-what but it was muffled as the image receeded. Like drawing back from the end of a tunnel Jude was pulling the HECK away from that image. He... that was... far away. Very far away from now.
How-? The thread pulled and presented him with an answer. This time it was something much more close to present day, he hoped. Because that was definitely him. And that was Svetalana. And that was definitely how babies were made.
"Omigawdomigawdomigawd." Jude's eyes were closed now. Very, very, VERY closed. Not that he couldn't have watched a little longer, but... that was how BABIES were made. "Are you... are you sure zat in ze park we...?" As an added precaution Jude put his hands over his eyes.
Good to know about the lizard guy. These were things Jude would need to figure out for himself eventually.
As for the tour, "Ze kitchen and den." Jude continued through the main hall until they hit a different tile and eventually carpet. The kitchen was pretty standard. Oven, range, fridge full of goodies that seemed to never empty thanks to one Ms. DuMonde. There was a table and a little island with stools that the kids alway fought for come lunch time.
The den had a TV and a few game consoles. None of the newest and most awesome, but even games that were a few years old could entertain for a few hours.
"Downstairs iz training area. Upstairs iz dorm hallways. Three halls. Adult hall, Boy hall, Girl hall." From the large kitchen windows, the garden area was visible. By now gekoguy had gotten the upper hand and green hair was eating tulips.
That was about as overview-y as it got. Jude figured the rest was worth exploring by Chase's self. "I probably can't help you get signed up, but if you knock on one of ze doors in ze Administration hall zey can help you." Hmm. He should probably write down his phone number for Chase too. Just in case. "Do you have a phone? I want to give you my number in case you need somesing."
Jude was edgy. Not just because he'd run away from here but because he could feel his power scratching at the bars of its cage. There were lots of viable power options here.
He waited for as long as he could hold out, but nobody came to the door. He could call them later. He might need to if the bills kept stacking up.
Jude nodded to Katrina. He didn't have the confidence to steal her power and keep himself hidden. Plus... well, he'd somehow ended up with Aedus' non-existent power. He didn't have the brain power to figure out how to switch off of it.
The frenchman nodded once and started back down the stairs without a thought about leaving Aedus, a practical stranger destined to pass out sunflowers, alone with Katrina. He had a date with a dumpster.
He just had to trust that Kat had him invisible because. Seriously. Climbing a dumpster was not an elegant or pretty affair. The ladder was grimy from rain and city residue, but this was his task. If anyone should break into Ghost's house it was him.
Metal stairs jangled loose in their moorings, the windows at the top were dark and dusty. Still he knocked. He couldn't help but hope.
Jude waited even less patiently than at Shin and Kealey's door. He jiggled the window in the family room that was usually left open for the stupid cat. The thing should have been left open anyway. Even if she left, she would have left it open. Ghost was trusting like that.
It resisted at first but eventually scraped up in it frame. Jude scraped his fingers against the screen until it too slipped up enough for him to get inside.
It was dark and lifeless. He left here on purpose so part of him railed at thinking of it as home... still. He had serious nostalgia. Svetlana's room. His room. He stopped in front of the room with more police tape. Sebastian and Ghost.
He should let Katrina in. Part of him wanted to snoop around alone, but Katrina would want to know. Aedus might as well have been a puppy that wandered in off the street. In a way, he kind of was.
Eventually he made it to the front door and unlatched the locks. He had enough thinking left to hold the tape up so his companions would duck under it and leave the apartment seemingly untouched. They could poke around all they wanted... there was only one door Jude was interested in.
"I can see ze future." He confirmed. "But only when I make eye contact." He jiggled the sunglasses on his face that made him safe to be around and touch. And he regretted the move since it tapped the plastic on his bruised nose. Jude rubbed his fingers across the tender bridge and continued.
"I can't see anysing I want to. It's only what relates to othszers. If I wanted to see Sebastian in ze future again, it would have to be his eyes. If I wanted to find Ghost... It'd have to be someone who was likely to see her again." Jude's eyebrows raised up over the top edge of his glasses.
Did she get it now? He was worried. And he needed to look into the eyes of someone really likely to see Ghost or Sebastian again.
"I can try not to see anysing else. And we don't have to at all if you don't want." Katrina was still refusing to see her own future. Which in some ways seemed really smart and in other ways seemed like a pain in the butt.
"Because." He squirmed because he hadn't thought she would follow that line of questioning. In fact, maybe it was time to change the subject... or at least try for a different angle of approach.
"Remember when I texted you about ze fight? And how I work for a fortune seer?" These things were related really. He hadn't wanted to tell her since the last time he had, it hadn't gone over so well. This time, at least, he had proof.
"Zey just let me off work because nobody wants to see zere future from someone who looks like zey got slugged in the nose for it. So long as no one looks into my eyes, I'm 90% sure I have a safe power." couldn't be 100% until it was tested... but that wasn't why he'd wanted to see her. Okay. Not the only reason he wanted to see her.
"In ze future, we saw Sebastian end ze world." And it was already starting. His behavior degraded already. "He... didn't like what he saw." And had wanted to take Jude home, grown or not. "I don't sink he would ever mean to. At least, I didn't sink so before..." And that was his main point of misery. Was the Sebastian they saw now, the real one? Had they all been duped?
"I don't know her." He was already shaking his head at the thought of confronting Sebastian. "He saw me, but it was like he didn't know me. He knows I'm grown up. We had zat fight not too long ago..." So he had to be giving him the cold shoulder on purpose. It felt like he was blatantly being ignored.
"Ze police sink she's dead, you know. Like he killed her." Jude was not a psychic, but Svetlana's face was clear. She was wondering where Maya was in all this. He was wondering too. If she wasn't dead, she would be strangling Sebastian right about now.
Again. All Jude could think was that Ghost was gone and that Sebastian, maybe in grief but maybe just because, had replaced her.
He pushed his sagging sunglasses firmly back into place.
He was benched. Jude normally would have slid his arm along the back of the bench and left himself open to the city air and some snuggling. For now he sort of huddled in on himself.
"I don't know what he's doing. We followed and there's another woman and..." And a whole lot more questions. It was weird. On some level it was like he was going through his parent's break up because of an affair. On the other hand, he hadn't heard a thing about Ghost or the baby and that made him feel like she might really be gone.
"Did he..." He couldn't even say it the first time. His throat closed in to stop the words that he really didn't want to be true. "Did he replace her?"
The building looked... sad. Or maybe Jude was projecting. The red and yellow colored papers plastered to the front door certainly didn't look sad. They looked angry. Jude touched one that was blue, hoping it might be something less angry. Nope. Subpoena Ad Testificandum. It looked official and it looked complicated. Somebody really wanted to talk to someone from the Csendes family.
Kat suggested going around back and so they did. As a small apartment building, it was just courtesy to leave the public shared door open. Everyone had their own front doors to lock and at night, Jude remembered Ghost locking the main door before she went to bed... who did that now, he wondered?
> “Jude?”
With his sunglasses off, he could easily read the envelopes from across the room on his way to the stairs. PAST DUE. BILL ENCLOSED. Angry letters. Red again. Were those bills his responsibility now? He would have to take them with him and look it over to see what he could do.
Going up the skinny wooden stairs was a strange experience. Jude kept over stepping and kicking the stair backs. His feet were bigger and his legs longer. The scene at the top was no better for having his higher vantage point.
His eyes went to the threshold he'd walked through a hundred thousand times. The door was shut. Yellow police tape made a pathetic attempt to bar their way. Jude didn't even think about fingerprints or destruction of evidence. He just went to open the door. Which was locked. He didn't have a key.
The power copier looked to his two companions for ideas.
She stopped their progress and her jaw just about hit her knees. Jude took that as a good, solid "no."
He shook his head at her questions. "Katrina told me. She... well, I wasn't zere when zey found out." It was clear that he really felt bad about that. "We went to see if zere was anysing ze police may have missed. Asked Shin and Kealey somesings... I just... I don't know." They had checked it out and ultimately the trail led nowhere.
"We didn't find her. But... we found Sebastian." If Jude looked uncomfortable before, he looked really out of it now.
"I'm okay so long as nobody iz touching it." Jude adjusted his sunglasses again. They weren't slipping, he just really, really didn't want them to slip. "I can hardly complain. It iz a much better improvement."
It was probably better that Svetty had eaten already. Jude didn't really have the cash to be spending as much as he wanted to. He would have if she'd wanted to, anyway, but it was better to save when he could. For the next time maybe.
Well, here they were. And he had so much to say he really didn't know where to begin. "Did you know zat Ghost was, uh, is pregnant?" He tried to stay on the positive side and that was as positive as anything to start off with.
Jude kept them walking aimlessly, but slowed the swinging of their hands to a more respectable and grown up sized swing.
