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, he was coughing. That meant he was alive and could breathe. "Uuhhh." Okay. Talking. Kind of check on the talking. The real trick was moving. He felt like jelly. He'd just be run through the power wash. A deep tissue massage given by a moose. Who knew?
> "Jude?..."
It sounded like a Disney Princess was up there. So worried. So girly.
> "Jude please be okay..."
He wondered if his bare back looked as bad as it felt. "Did you get ze license..." He wheezed and twitched a finger. Hey. He could twitch his finger! "...of zat semi truck?" He was trying to make it better by making her laugh. Making her worried wouldn't really help him feel any better.
Pound, pound, pound, pound. His face went right back into the dirt. Deeper and deeper. The moose stood its ground for a while. Looking out after a hopefully fast running Svetlana.
He coughed. He inhaled dirt. How long could the thing keep this up?
It leaned down, took a sniff and the pulsing slowed. Jude was either too far down or not worth eating anymore.
The moose started to leisurely walk off toward taller grasses.
Jude coughed from the bottom of a cartoonishly deep Jude-shaped hole and even that hurt. What exactly had just happened?
Coughing. Dirt inhalation. And the stupid thing was STILL eating his hair!
"Gah!" The sound only came out because the moose was pulling his head back by his scalp. Which were being nibbled by teeth. He tried to move, to swat at the thing or just plain old get up, but he had to be impacted into the dirt by half a foot at least. His arms ached. His freaking everything ached.
"It's eating—!" Whump. The thing dropped his face back into the dirt like a sack of dung. Guess he didn't taste good. A hoof sounded somewhere close. He felt the dirt shifting near his leg. Uncomfortably close. He coughed and raised his head on his own this time. "Svetty, run!"
One moment he was all lined up for a smooch, the next he face was getting smashed nose-first into the dirt and something was both pushing at his head and pulling at his hair! Not in the pleasant Svetlana's fingers sort of way, in a more possibly-trying-to-kill-him kind of way. He blew air out of his mouth with his lips pressed together and it made a sort of trumpet noise. He really hadn't planned on kissing dirt.
That same soft whuff sounded closer to his ear and it dawned on him. It was an animal trying to eat him. Somehow that wasn't any more comforting.
Then something else happened entirely. He felt it like a shove all over. He heard it too. Sort of a whoosh over his head. He got shoved mostly down and HARD. Every bit of breath got driven from his body and Svetlana was ripped from his grip.
An invisible supernova of force out in all directions from... a moose?
He couldn't believe it when he saw the pop-up ad. Svetlana. Russian bride. Guaranteed to please. Her visa was on shaky ground, but he never imagined she would go to the highest bidder in order to stay.
Jude grabbed his wallet. He would save her if they accepted credit cards.
The world took a collective breath. Or maybe they'd overexcited the crickets to death. Either way everything seemed to slow down once they had. It was unbelievable what had just happened. Here she was, still tucked in next to his side like a puzzle piece that fit.
He didn't feel that he had lost anything or even given anything up, but he did feel different. More… real. Like he was really allowed to be an adult in the here and now. Svetlana obviously thought so.
Jude let her slide away to get dressed and he slipped his pants back on before flopping back onto the grass using his mound of shirt as a pillow. He hadn't realized the glowing cracks went everywhere and the chilly night air felt good on his exposed chest. The light he emitted was dim at best but he thought he counted one more chest hair than there was before… He lazily swatted away a curious moth.
It wasn't long before she was back and snuggling. He put his arm under her head for a pillow and let his other hand play along the fabric of her shirt sleeve. Everything seemed just so damn fantastic at the moment.
> "Jude?"
He rolled so that he could see her. Just inches separated them and even that seemed too much.
"Hmm?" His hand found her face again. Somehow that just seemed right.
A soft whuffing sound made him smile on his way to her lips. "Bless you." That was the cutest sneeze ever. He'd even felt it ruffle his hair.
The majestic Canadian moose sniffed at his scalp again before deciding to take a nibble.
(PS - points if you mistakenly kiss the moose instead XD)
Her every move invited more. Her every sound encouraged him until finally, he had no mind left to be made up.
Jude caught her ribs between his hands and flipped her over. He made sure she didn't hit the ground hard, but the time for temerity and asking permission was long gone.
Would this mess things up? Would they ever get a better chance? Every kiss made him think that this was the worst choice. And the best thing that ever happened to him.
Her small hands slithered up under his sweater and shirt and brought a chill that was quickly warmed over with kisses. She would feel his heart racing. Was hers racing as hard? His hand touched the skin of her back just above her belt line. A tentative touch to ask permission.
The hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stood on end. She urged him on, her power urged him on. He thought his heart might try to explode out of his chest and try to make its way over to hers.
This was so not what he expected to be doing right now.
He kissed her mouth, her chin, her cheek, her neck, her lips again. He hoped his goatee didn't scratch that smooth, smooth skin but he appreciated every bit of exposed skin she would let him. Jude pulled her back and she all but melted on top of him into the grass. So, she probably didn't see him as a kid anymore.
The night sounds were cacophony. Everything seemed amplified, driven half crazy by the power this beautiful woman held over them all. He didn't want it to end. He wanted to protect her, hold her. He would find the perfect power for her. After a few more practice sessions like this, who knew? One of them was bound to find the perfect way to make all of this safe for every day.
Far too many words were coming out of Svetty's mouth. That wasn't what he wanted those lips to be doing. In fact, he was having a really hard time focusing on what she was actually saying. It didn't occur to him that she wasn't making sense. He was just that distracted by the moisture on her cheek and the movement of her lips.
"It's okay." He kissed her forehead. This was all he could think that might make it better. "It's okay." He repeated himself as he laid the faintest kiss on one cheek to kiss away the tears. "It's okay." He turned her face up just enough to rub the last bit of moisture from the side of her cheek.
It would be okay. That was what he thought anyway as he leaned in for a kiss that had nothing to do with power and everything to do with this being the moment he had imagined time and time again in his head. It had to be okay. If it wasn't, he might never recover.
She didn't... want to...? Jude shifted. He kept one arm around her, but he wanted to see her face... which was buried into the front of his sweater. He touched the side of her face to gently draw her back.
Somehow they were back to where this whole debacle had started. Her face rest again his hand and there was far too much space between their lips. Or maybe not enough. He ran his thumb along her cheek bone.
He almost missed it since she'd explained why she was so upset to his pectoral muscle. Or, rather, where his pectoral muscle would be once he had worked out to have one. He stopped rocking and petting her hair. If it had been scary for him, how scary must it have been for her?
Jude gave her a good squeeze and laid his cheek on the top of her head again. "Sorry... I'll try not to scare you next time."
It took time, but she did hug him back. He took that to be a good thing.
"Do you have to let go to practice?" Selfish question, but wasn't that part of the whole thing? The wanting to touch someone else and not make them go bananas? He didn't budge since she didn't seem to be making any effort on her end to get out of it.
Jude nodded quite seriously. This boy had very nearly de-aged him even younger than he should have been. That was close. Way, way too close. "I understand. Sorry, I just... don't want to go through puberty again."
So, no borrowing clothes. At least no borrowing clothes from little kids. He could probably contain himself in that department. But one look at the kid and Jude knew he was loosing him. The power copier couldn't afford to lose him. He'd looked for so long for that ability!
"I don't mind trying somesing else. Or someone else. I would appreciate it if you would tutor me, just... I want to stay zis age. It was hard enough to get here in the first place." The frenchman smiled uneasily. The only way to gain trust was to give it. "I recently had to live as an eleven year old. No offense, but being a kid once is enough."
Crap! Did she get hurt? Jude knelt next to her and pulled her into the circle of his arms. She was shaking bad. He didn't mean to hurt her and he only dared hold her because they had specifically come out this far so that they could risk interaction. He made comforting noises and hugged her tight until she finally spoke up and said something.
"Zere is nothising to apologize for. Every new power brings challenges." He had to figure out the trick of the control of it. Starting out boosted and actively engaged was definitely not the best way to get a handle on a new power. He might have made it work… maybe.
It had been one of the scarier ones. Even he'd been a bit worried before he was able to encourage his power to latch on to the only other viable option. But he had only been worried. The illusion of control made the difference between worry and fear.
"We should work on your power, right? Now zere's two of us to figure zis out." He suggested they get up and get to work, but he made no motion to move beyond a gentle rocking and an extra squeeze. He really was okay as far as he could tell. The funny looks would go away once he copied something else.
