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.
He just grinned as absolutely nothing happened. No invisibility, no flock of seagulls, no explosions... nada.
"It sorta happened on accident. I copied a guy whose power is inactive." So that effectively made him... sort of, kind of human?
He would not be telling her that the guy was supposed to grow up to turn into lava. He just grinned instead and let her touch his palm. He tried to keep it steady. "Go ahead."
He could still feel the pull of his own power, that little tug that made him want to take on a new power, but he could wait to tell her that part.
He squinted up at her and a grin spread across his face. After letting the sunlight filter through his eyelids, everything looked a little blueish green.
"Waiting for you." Always. Someday she would come around. For now he would wait.
He pushed himself to sit up opposite of where Svetlana was sitting. He had to scrub his eyes a little to be sure he was all the way awake. "I found ze perfect power." He offered her his hand if she wanted to test him out, he was almost 99% sure it would safe. Even skin to skin.
Right. Some of those were possible futures. Some of those were certain. Katrina wouldn't notice the difference in quality of the visions and there was no reason to freak the guy out any more than he already was with that little nugget.
"You don't have to believe, but you will see it for yourself soon enough." Jude shrugged at him. Cryptic words were a future seers best friend.
"And you're not a mutant, yet. Neithser was I when I had my first view of ze future." Let him figure that one out. "The weird sing... I didn't see any blondes in it. How are you supposed to get your power active withsout a blonde?" A real noodle baker, that one.
As for what side they were on... "We're trying to stop a premature apocalypse." He heard Kat suck in break behind him and glanced back in time to see a band aid in her hand. Good ol' Alister. Always looking ahead. "My... there's a unicorn. He doesn't mean to, but I guess accidents happen."
Jude did not bring flowers this time. He was tempted, but the fewer mutants he put himself in close proximity with, the better guaranteed he was that he could hold onto the perfect power for Muse to feel comfortable around the power copier.
He really hoped that he could still copy powers after this.
Today he sported his shoelace-less chucks, jeans and a light sweater pulled over an undershirt. The days weren't all that nippy, but the nights were getting downright cold. And the sun would start going down soon. For now, he shoved his sleeves up to his elbows and folded his arms behind his head, flopped straight out over the grass as he waited for Svetty.
She wouldn't wear a dress. He had given up on that hope when she had first kissed him. But he could still imagine several other things she could wear that would make him just as happy to see her.
Oh. He fished around in his pocket to send a message before flopping back onto the grass.
"For kids, yeah. People are nicer to kids zan adults." Hence dumpsterville, USA for one adult Satan.
He nodded thoughtfully at the explanation. Even though he had his own power for only a short amount of time, he was already becoming familiar with the different kinds of tricks that made powers work. Hearing it from the source was best, like this. That cut out hours of experimentation time for him.
"Makes perfect sense. Ze closest sing I know is invisibility. Only, the invisibility was opposite. To be invisible, you must be relaxed." Jude held out his own hand in a limp fish like way. He was speaking Chase's language of the hand gesture.
More than anything, Jude wanted to try it out himself. But it seemed rude somehow. "Maybe you could show me sometime how it works." Jude popped the last of his burger in his mouth and then balled the wrapper and took an elegant shot toward the trash can.
It missed.
He shrugged to Chase and then went to dunk it instead.
"You want to go to a place withs free housing? You could just go check it out. No commitment. I know of one withs a school attached too so you can do zat if you want."
That was not what he was expecting. Jude caught his glasses that had, at first, just been at the end of his nose, but had somewhere during the future reading fallen askew.
"Guess he iz on our side."
Not that envelope wasn't a dead giveaway to begin with. Alister wouldn't have sent a viper into the den with only Jude and Katrina home to pick up the pieces. What were they supposed to do? Illusion him to death?
Katrina turned the full force of her blues eyes on Jude. Did Jude know? "You saw?" No, he still didn't know. "But you were in his future. Did you see zat one or was zat because he touched you?" This warranted more trial. Also, it warranted a quick look between the lavaman and the Illusionist. Sunflowers? Really?
"Sorry for not asking first." Jude offered his hand to the guy. His envelope, deemed unimportant, lay somewhere on the ground where Katrina had dropped it during the rush of imagery.
He had gotten pretty used to this random conversation thing. It was best to just jump right in. "Have you practiced at all?"
"Practice what?"
"Control of your power"
"I try. I kind of need another mutant for that."
And what was he, chopped liver?
"I would like to help. Pick a power, I'll see if I can get it."
"Find something that's safe, even when out of control."
"Duh. No preference?"
"Not really. All look dangerous to me."
Someday, he would help her get over that.
"Do you have time this week?"
"I have a lot of time."
Jude looked at his schedule. He didn't actually have a schedule set in stone, but he had run through several scenarios recently. This was one of them.
"Thursday night 6pm. Meet me at the park where we met last time?"
"Sure. Thank you."
Jude slid his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose as he waited for his shift at Future Sight to end. Now, he just needed to find the perfect power...
He agonized about sending it. And then, once he had decided to send her a message, Jude waffled over the little text heart. Would she read too much into it? Would she not read enough into it?
He sent it when he was nearly back to Future Sight. A block away counted, right?
"Got back safe. Night <3"
And once he had sent it, he couldn't stop looking at his phone. Would she send one back? Did she put in the right number? Had he waited too long? He took a seat just outside of the front door that still sported spiderweb cracks along the glass.
"Night. Thank you for the flowers "
Smily face. And a thanks for the flowers. Why hadn't he waited to buy them? Those were a poor representation of his affection! How embarrassing! Jude glanced at the door and frowned before typing with his thumbs.
"Have you seen Sebastian?"
"No. Any news about him and Maya?" Her responses were faster now. He imagined her holding her phone waiting on him to message her just like he was holding his and waiting on her.
"I saw him right before they went missing. I wasn't very nice." He had practically thrown things at him until he left.
"Should try the police." He frowned at that idea too so he changed the subject.
"Have you ever been curious... about your future?" Because if she wanted to see it, he could borrow Alister's power. He did it all the time.
"All the time. "
It was like she read his mind. He typed faster this time. "Do you want to see it?"
"Not sure. Do you?"
"I would love to see your future " Especially if he was in it.
"I don't believe fortune tellers."
"Not the same thing." Seeing the future was not at all the same as those crystal ball gazers who only told you what they guessed they saw.
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"I could show you, but I don't know if you'd like it." His control wasn't good. Heck, Alister had the power for years and he was still a bit off sometimes.
"Me neither. Have you seen yours?"
"It's different everyday." The theory was that if they didn't like what they saw, then they should change their decisions for that day, thus changing the future. Then rinse, re-view and repeat. At some point, they had to actually live it.
"Then what's the point of seeing?" That... was too much to answer over texts.
"I'm looking for Sebastian and Ghost." Because, you know, Sebastian might end the world. Svetty never liked hearing that.
"Let me know if you find out something."
"Aurum still a gentleman?"
"Always."
Drat.
Jude decided he'd stayed up late enough as it was.
The Oracle navigated the doors as easily as if they were labeled. Usually a mind was less organized, a rough tunnel with colors and light. It said good things about this little psychic if he had so organized his mind that it reflected on his future.
Alister searched for some very exact things. For starters, how this child came to be a psychic. A cream door with mirrored trim panels opened on two images, both blurred because of their perfect overlap. Each was as likely as the next and that could only mean one thing. This had not happened yet.
In one moving clip, a curvaceous blonde's face disappeared behind the back of Jude's head indicating a kiss that lasted longer than it should have between a woman who looked like that and a boy of Jude's age. In the other watery image, Jude sat stoically in a chair. A different blonde, this one more athletic in build, planted a kiss at Jude's temple and slipped her hand into the small boy's hand as a white coat prepared a needle.
It seemed that the French truly did dominate in love.
That door lead to a rough mine, a peculiar phenomenon that drew the Oracle away from the main hallway and into a labyrinth of forking tunnels more like what the fortune teller was used to: A horn sprouted from Jude's head a tail from his… an older Jude cut himself shaving, Jude assessed the state of his round derrière in a black dress, a semi-transparent Jude held a white haired woman's hand, Jude juggling fire, Jude kissing a red head, Jude cradling a new born… They should have been sequential, but Jude's age, mutation and even gender seemed to jump around sporadically.
The tunnel spanned a very long way with seemingly infinite branches. This was a much more controlled exercise than the unicorn man's reading had been. As long and as winding as each path was, Alistair could feel that there was a definite end to each of them. He wasn't interested in that just now.
The Oracle flipped through the images casually, though they didn't always come one at a time or behave as he expected. Sometimes the images overlapped in the watery way that they had seen the blondes' kisses and sometimes they assaulted the senses individually like flashes of a strobe light. Jude touching a fallen power line, stretching his arms to obscene lengths, picking up a car, wielding a sword, making it snow…
Before things got too out of hand, Alister steered them back toward the doored hallway. He had lost control of his ability before and that had been dangerous. He did not want to repeat that mistake.
The main hallway was more familiar territory.
This time the Oracle went looking specifically for the man that had reveled himself to be the Enemy. A birthday celebration with three white-haired young people, Elias and Jude with mirrored wicked smiles, an uncle Jude never knew he had coming for Thanksgiving, Jude and a familiar blonde teen with their heads together pouring over a map of the city. Alister saw and knew.
This boy was no psychic. He was a power mimic. Even better, Jude was a power mimic that would be on their side.
Alister let go of Jude's face and casually slid his sunglasses up on his nose. "You're hired."
Six pair of surprised eyes watched the boy as he adjusted and readjusted his sunglasses. The Oracle was blunt as always.
"Not as a psychic. We need you to help stop the apocalypse."
"I stayed in a dumpster a couple times. Nasty business. I know a couple places you can stay for free if you want. You'll definitely want to get inside before winter."
No point in telling the kid how dangerous New York was or how he was going to get kidnapped or killed or offered drugs or the like. He had possibly already witness any and/or all of that already. Jude was treating him like someone who had experienced a few things and survived.
He plopped onto a bench and unwrapped his burger and his stomach gurgled in anticipation.
"My power makes me copy othsers powers. Sometimes zat means gray skin or wings or maybe buggy eyeballs." The frenchman chomped his burger delicately so that he wouldn't get ketchup in his goatee.
"Smumsimes," he finished chewing and tried for something closer to English, "sometimes zat means getting stuck looking gray withs wings and bug eyes. I wanted to find someone like you to copy so I can be human again. Well, human lookings. Make sense?"
Jude was perfectly human looking at the moment. Well, his teeth might have been a little extra sharp and pointy, but that was just a little slip in his control practice.
"What does it feel like? When you... you know...?"
It wasn't like Katrina to shy away from strangers, but she'd had her fair share of experiences bad and good. Jude gladly took a half step in front of her. The best thing that having wings had done for him was help him develop his shoulder muscles. He was far from intimidating, but at least he made a nice barrier.
"We've had a bumpy few days." The frenchman shrugged in apology to the guy. He couldn't win them all. And, despite their efforts, the place was still a wreck.
Jude held out his hand for the envelope and pushed the sunglasses up onto his forehead so that he could better inspect the handwriting. That made his hair poke weirdly out between the lenses, but he wasn't in it for the fashion. And by the way he was inspecting the writing, it was clear the sunglasses didn't mean that he was blind.
Alister didn't do things lightly. And he hadn't sent mail through normal channels. He sent a letter by courier. That meant that unless something had changed events that day, the real delivery was the guy in the dorky yellow shirt.
Katrina wanted to know what was in it, but Jude suspected that there wasn't anything at all. He passed the envelope to the illusion-mancer.
"Zanks, man." When he glanced up, he neglected to put his sunglasses back on.
This was the part that made it hard. The part where it felt like they were falling. Alister would have caught them both and stretched time out like a stand of yarn twisted from many threads. The threads came from different places, but once they were twisted together it was done. Jude and Alister had done this many times, picking through events and checking the incoming options.
The best that Jude could manage on his own was to catch on to something, anything and catch the courier in it too.
Don't worry about me were the four words guaranteed to make Jude worry. He couldn't imagine her with a gun, but he could imagine Svetty getting the cloth of her gloves caught in the trigger so that she couldn't even fire.
"I trust you." Or at least, he would try to trust her to know how to keep herself safe. Muse needed one of those safety signs: 'It's been ____ days since our last accident/kidnapping.' He felt that it had been a while since her last spat of trouble, but then again… she didn't always tell him.
He liked that she didn't ask what he was really up to. They had that conversation once before when he was a kid and he didn't think it would go much better now that he was grown. "I'll do my best."
And once they were at the door step, there wasn't any more time for them tonight. Jude squeezed her hand and brought it up to his lips. A goodnight kiss fit for two mutants who didn't quite trust the interaction of their powers.
Her giggle was infectious. He chuckled along even though it had been his own joke. He liked hearing her laugh. He liked hearing it even better when it was followed up by a compliment. Jude scratched his facial hair and grinned at Svetlana.
"If I am older zan you, iz sat a problem?" He teased.
He was already taller. Also, he rather liked being somewhere in his twenties. He might enjoy his twenties for several decades. In fact, if he could find the right mutants, he would have all his loved ones enjoy their twenties forever.
Though, in all seriousness, he couldn't keep everyone alive all the time. He couldn't be everywhere and most regrettably he couldn't yet stay with Svetlana to keep her safe. Emphasis on the yet.
"Svetty, be careful. Not just Aurum, but all ze time. Call and I will run to you." Whether he was the link between all the destruction and missing persons or not, he would rather be safe over sorry.
His phone lit up though his front pocket and he frowned at it. Was he ignoring his responsibilities to be here? Yeah. Was it much farther? He wasn't going to ask because that might make this moment end sooner.
"Ze real me?" He chuckled. He couldn't help himself. "Maybe a bit older zan I was shooting for, it's a bit hard to stop an aging mutation."
Jude tugged at his neatly cropped goatee. "But at zis age, I grow great facial hair." He winked and swung their hands playfully between them as they walked. Maybe no man ever truly grows up all the way...
When he got home, he would be tired from the strain of holding on to his innocuous mutation, but it was all so worth it.
They walked and he watched the road sighs so that he would be able to find his way to Aurum's apartmet again. He fully expected to have to find it again, especially since Svetty was staying there.
Street lamps flickered on to light the sidewalks and Jude found himself wondering what was happening to everything. Who was trashing everything? He thought that it was Sebastian who had ruined Future Sight, but would he also ruin his own home? Would he take Ghost away somewhere?
> "So..."
"Hmm?" He glanced over at her and realized that, as pressing as those questions were, his time with Svetlana was even more precious. "I'm sorry. Just, so much has happened..." The back of Jude's hand brushed against Svetlana's knuckles as they walked and he decided to just go ahead and go for her hand. A little hand holding never hurt anyone, especially since she was wearing gloves.
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" Especially if he was in it.