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.
Proximity made it worse, but touch was the absolute hardest. Gloves or no gloves, his power felt sort of like an invisible wind. When he let it free it was no burden at all, but holding on to it weighed like a weight. Right now, he was tired even without the extra burden. As much as he wanted to snuggle up in bed with her, he also wanted to relax. Completely relax. That was selfish of him, but even more selfish would be to ignore the residents of the Mansion in favor of some cuddles.
Jude had to look at her hand for a longer than was customary time before he decided he could handle it. He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips just under his bruised nose. "All ze best sings in life take work."
He had activated his power, grown up and tried to get good enough control to be able to stay around Svetlana. He knew he wasn't quite there yet, but someday he would be.
"Someday, I'll take you to an island where you can boost to your heart's delight." He grinned, but it was obvious that he was exhausted as they walked hand-in-hand into the Mansion.
Had he been grossed out? "Uhm. I did mention zat I lived in a dumpster for a while, right? It was odd. Never felt like zat before, but worths it for the benefit of ze power."
As the issue of getting stuck as a kid, "I change powers. If I changed to a new one and looked like a kid, trust me. I'd stay a kid." Jude proooobably had the control to resist changing powers, but if one wandered by when he was dealing with that weird wiggly sensation he doubted that he would have a choice.
"I have to be careful if I want to stay looking like myself. Zat's why I was so happy to find you. If I get stuck with bug eyes, I'd really want to come see you to get my eyes back. I'd borrow your power, change back to me and zen probably switch away to somesing else so I wouldn't have to hold it." Make sense? Didn't really matter if it didn't. It made sense to Jude.
>"What's wrong with being a kid?"
"Nothsing is wrong withs being a kid, but..." but how to explain it... "How do you feel about girls?"
Under no circumstances did he want Svetlana to come to Future Sight. He had only been honest about where he was living because he didn't want to lie to her if he could help it. Jude rubbed his eyes. Ugh. More thinking.
"Ah, I sink I can stay. Be easier just to sleep for a while instead of waiting and more driving." It had been a long evening and though morning wasn't quite here yet, he wasn't up for an all nighter. Not after getting pummeled moose style.
"Don't know if I'll keep zis power, zough. I'm.. pretty tired." Under normal circumstances he could hold on to one through the night. Nothing about tonight had been normal.
DocProf murmured and grumbled and finally dragged himself out of the back seat in order to lumber off toward wherever he slept. Where did he sleep?
"So is zis goodnight zen?" Jude wanted to hold her, but the risk of double boosting a house full of kids loomed over him.
"I haven't been back to ze Mansion in a while." Not since he'd become a mutant. It would be more of an inconvenience for him, but the Mansion would be a test of control. He wasn't sure what that would be like sleeping there, but it couldn't be worse than what had already happened tonight.
Jude rubbed his eyes tiredly. Now he was really glad to have waited for DocProf. "The Fortune Teller's Shop. Zere are a couple of us withs no where else to go." Or at least none of them wanted to go home.
The frenchman heard a little hurrumph from the back seat but chose to ignore the peanut gallery.
"I sought about staying at the apartment... in case zey come back." But really it was better for him to be available at a moment's notice so they could run off and save the world.
Maybe the car trip was shorter than the train ride or maybe Jude took a long blink in there somewhere, but it didn't seem like too long before they were pulling up to the Mansion gates.
DocProf frowned at the hand, but did accept it in the end. He even accepted Jude holding one of his arms and helping him along. "No more late night moose hunts."[/b] He tried for menacing but he was far too tired for that.
Jude exchanged a glance with Svetlana. Moose hunts. Yeah. He scooped up the doc's flashlight and Svetlana had theirs... they seemed all set. Weird that their little clearing of forest looked the same after they left, plus one crater. Shouldn't it have been something more after all of that?
"I don't drive." He watched their feet as they made their way through the underbrush. It had seemed like such a short walk out there, now it seemed like forever until DocProf was able to steer them to the car. Even then they took a few wrong turns. Not that there were a lot of cars around, but there were a lot of trees and after a while they all start to look alike.
"Will you stay at ze Mansion tonight?" DocProf insisted on taking up the entire backseat so that he could sleep. Jude slipped into the passenger side and tossed the keys to Svetlana.
"You have some serious explaining to do, young lady." DocProf was almost cute in his white doctor's coat that was wrapped in a bath robe that was wrapped in a neon orange puffy ski jacket. But the doctor was never one to delay. His large flashlight fell on the crater and its inhabitant and he clucked his tongue.
He never bothered to ask what happened. He just pushed up his sleeves, yanked off his glove and went in for the touch. His power would tell him.
Jude just tried not to move and tried even harder not to look guilty of something. DocProf went first for the arm that hung at an odd angle. He warned that it would hurt and that it would be okay to cry out, but it was really the loud CRACK that made Jude want to throw up. His voice echoed around the empty woods and far away a distant animal answered.
DocProf's power did tell him how it happened. It told him, "Moose? He shook his head and got back to work before something healed that shouldn't. He liked to leave little reminders that would help people learn that there were still consequences in this world. Cruel? No. He considered it an insurance policy that kids wouldn't go running right back out and getting hurt again. A little pain would be a reminder to look out for danger.
At first the healing went fast, a combo of a boost on DocProf's heal. As Jude's power started to transition to copy the healer's power, his boost faded and the double caffeine jitters calmed to just a single shot. His nose was the first visible sign that this wasn't just torture. It deflated and left a fabulously developed bruise in its place. Next the arm, a ring of bruising around the shoulder and a wicked mark at the wrist.
His ribs mottled with many colors, but once those were healed he was able to sit up more comfortably. By the end Jude was grinning and DocProf was the one that needed to sit down.
"Did you come by car?"
The good doctor nodded as Jude moved to smooth his hair down. Finally. Stupid moose. He even slipped his arms properly into his shirt and sweater and covered up all those nice, new bruises. He was moving tenderly, but he was moving a lot better than before.
He probably turned redder than he already was. It did nothing to improve his wooziness. So she wasn't ashamed or think it was a mistake? He probably could have guessed that since she was still here talking to him., but admittedly his brain was a bit addled.
Svetlana drifted off into a pleasant silence and so did Jude. A pleasant, uncomfortable, freezing cold silence that was somehow made more pleasant by the fact that Svetlana was here. "I'd do it again." Too far? Maybe. But what was she gonna do, hit him?
Jude froze in place suddenly (not that he'd been moving much before). Did he hear something? Or was he just hopeful?
"Oh I don't want a husband." His eyelids were drooping. She was so comfortable to be around.
"I don't sink I'm mature enough for a kid of my own." Not yet anyway. He was hardly responsible enough for himself. Coming out here alone with Svetlana had seemed like such a good idea. He had such high hopes for developing her control.
Jude thought it went without saying that he would marry her... so long as she could stand to touch him, anyway. Not that he had thought it through at all really. In the future, he'd never even wanted to marry. Now it seemed like an option... maybe.
"Dog or cat?" He could keep this up for as long as they needed s long as he didn't pass out. "Kids?"
It was an interesting choice for a story. Hadn't she said something about a chinese princess when he brought those horrible blue roses for her? "I wonder how zey made zose blue ones I gave you?" Not paint, he had run all over with them and none had smudged off.
And was the white rose seen as blue because she liked the garden boy better? Or because of something else? The vase thing had been clever. Better than the lame paint guy.
"Do you ever sink you'll get married?" His sentences were still spaced oddly as breathing permitted, but some things were worth the asking.
He couldn't help but move and make sounds when she pulled the sweater around him. It wasn't an open wound. But any pressure was too much. Any movement. She apologized. He refrained from claiming how fine he was, but only just.
"I'm no Bo." Would he always have to remind her of that? It wasn't a promise that he wouldn't fall asleep, but he would try. How would DocProf ever find them? They'd walked here with the specific purpose that they didn't want to be found on accident. Now that was translating to the fact that they would just plain old be hard to find.
Faster healing meant slower getting to the scene of the crime. More pain now for less later.
That deer had better not come back or else… Or else they would boost it. Yeah. That would show it who was boss. What started as a semi-hysterical giggle ended up being a cough.
This was also not what he had planned for this evening.
While Svetlana was away on her call, he tried to at least smooth his hair down. Lifting his good arm anywhere near his shoulder or higher proved to be a bad idea. Also, bending was a bad idea. Stupid deer ruining the best moment of his life.
Svetty invited him to lean on her. Jude tilted foreword until his forehead hit her shoulder. He was tall enough now that this would have made him bend some and hurt if he hadn't been sitting in his little crater.
She talked about keeping him warm, but the colder her got, the number he became. Numb was just dandy even if it made his jaw chatter.
"Tell me… a story?" Something to think about besides this.
Slowly the crickets started back with their chirruping.
He closed his eyes and let her fuss at him because to do too much else hurt. Only when she dabbed at his nose did he suck in breath. His poor nose was swelling now and that was slowing the blood flow.
His head was swimming. There was too much to consider. An ambulance would ask questions. DocProf would take them back to the Mansion afterward. Ambulances cost money. DocProf would tell Ghost's dad and then he would have to meet grandpa as a grownup. Ambulances took people to hospitals. Which also asked questions and cost money… and used human slow healing and drugs (which also, for the record, cost money).
It took him a long time to come to any kind of answer. "Whichever… iz faster." Which really just meant he didn't want to think about it anymore.
Also, was there a way to lay down? He felt less horrible sitting up, but it made him more woozy.
I actually thought that Jude might be interested in Paul from the party still and his power can choppy his and he wouldn't be able to tell what it was. I thought Jude might start stalking him because he wants to catch Paul using his power so he would know what he ended up with. Only Paul doesn't use his power very often, hence lots of stalking. Maybe some more future seeing too
"Big deer." He conceded. If it wasn't so chilly, he would consider sleeping down here. It was nice, in a way, and at least it didn't require any moving.
He heard her leave and when she came back there was light. His back and arms were lobster red with the tiniest pin pricks of blood oozing from the pores. Darker shades lurked beneath the skin, but not enough time had passed for a proper set of bruises to form. On top of it all, little orange glowing lines spiderwebbed at random and made everything just that much harder to distinguish.
> "Talk to me."
Easier said than done. He coughed and that hurt. He just wanted to curl up in a little ball and sleep. Only, the thought of moving made him want to cry. Also, men shouldn't cry in front of their lady friends. He lay still for a while in his little crater, gathering his gut for an attempt at getting up.
His shirt was… where was his shirt? It had been close to his head. He moved one hand around blindly and moved from the wrist only until he found soft cloth. It was dirty. He was probably filthy too.
"I'm okay." This time he didn't have the same conviction behind his words, but keeping the talking brief made it not so bad.
"Too bad, Sebastian…" Yeah. That was too bad. There were no ambulances this far out. No stretchers, no wheelchairs, no help beyond Svetlana, whom he didn't want to burden.
So that meant he had to move. He gripped his shirt in his hand and moved to push himself up. One arm worked just fine. One arm did not. His ribs and back felt like they were on fire and he tried his best not to make sounds that would scare Svetlana, but there was some definite strange breathing happening. Mostly because his nose seemed to be bleeding like a faucet.
He felt sluggish as he sat up. His hair was everywhere, plastered in odd directions with moose spit. His legs seemed fine. Maybe the pants had helped. Or maybe they made it so that they couldn't see how red his legs were. The front of his body didn't look nearly so battered, excepting his nose.
Jude put his shirt and sweater next to him on the ground, with him sitting inside the crater that put the ground somewhere around the top of his hips.
Was there a hospital he could go to? He was a legal citizen technically. But if anybody looked him up he would be 12 on paper. He didn't know any healers personally. Future Sight would have helped him find one, but that would mean introducing Svetty and Alister which still sounded like the worst idea ever.
He sort of zoned out as he considered his options. None of them made him happy.
