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.
Nate had never spent time in limbo, but if he had to venture a guess at how it felt, he would compare it to the eternity it seemed to take Quin to contemplate dinner. Nate had said his piece, and Quin had his fate in her hands.
His eternal waiting did finally come to an end, and somehow, he managed to earn himself dinner. It was a dinner with clear boundaries, (for good reason since they had just made out on a subway.) It could have been a dinner where he had to remain shackled to his chair, but he was just happy to know he would get more time with her.
"I agree to your conditions," he replied with a grin. "And this time, I'll be sure not to keep you waiting."
The car churned back into action, and Nate was pleased with what had to be the most successful subway ride he had ever been on.
>> "So, do mutant people here usually choose other mutants as partners? Is that a law, or a tradition?"
The question flustered Nate to the point where he almost covered the tan of Mahadevi's neck with the red from her lips. There was no way this was a con, because she was too genuinely oblivious of customs not only for Americans, but seemingly humans entirely.
What was worse-- to Nate's knowledge, every mutant he knew was in a mutant relationship! He was still in his rookie year on the mutant social scene; was there an unspoken rule that mutants dated mutants?
He scouered his memory for a moment desperately before finally remembering that before his student Agnes started dating the Grey girl at the school, her girlfriend was decidedly human. A victory for mutant-human relations! (Well, besides the break-up.)
He kindly smiled as he returned to painting. "Well, I guess plenty of mutants end up with other mutants, but it's mainly because it's easier to be with someone who understands you. It isn't a law though," he made clear, knowing arranged marriages still took place somewhat regularly in India.
"There are some mutants who date humans, too. It all comes down to who you fall in love with." There was something romantic about the idea of a human and a mutant crossing the lines of hate to meet somewhere in the middle for love's sake.
Nate asked three people about the wallet, but sadly, there was no luck. It was looking more and more like they would have to bring the police into the situation, which was stressful for everyone involved. Parker sadly lacked the scent tracking abilities of some more mammalian pets, not that he would have the training anyway, but it was a shame he could not just feel around Sarah's bag and lead them to the wallet in question.
Looking around for more people to question, Nate was ready to pronounce his pessimism of the situation when his eyes spotted the same light brown object in the trash on Sarah's radar.
Not afraid to get a little dirty, (but still careful enough not to carelessly touch any New York gunk,) he removed what ended up being a wallet from the trash. He brought it over to Sarah for inspection, believing he might have somehow managed to end their search. "Is this yours?" Well, of course it was! What were the odds that he could find a completely unrelated wallet in the rubbish bin?
>> "I would very much like that. I do not see why these mutants would have to hide from people. They have so much to give to the world, don't they?"
Mahadevi's opinions came from a place of naivety and reinforced superiority, but it was hard to see how she would be wrong. Mutants had such awesome potential: they could help create green energy, they could cultivate barren land, and the contributions to art and entertainment would be surreal. In a perfect world, people would accept mutants as a blessing.
Sadly, the humans of the real world are easily intimidated by anything that could be seen as the "post-human alternative." Humans like being number one, and they could not image the idea of sharing the position, nevermind losing it.
>> When I was born, no one thought of fearing me. They knew I was a goddess made flesh. From the arms."
If ever there was a mutation that was both timed and placed well, it was being born with eight arms in India. That would be on par with summoning rain in the deserts of Africa. "Sad to say, but not everyone who is gifted has a blessing that is so recognizably divine."
It was absurd to think all mutants should be pampered kings and queens, but it was still a shame that they dealt with a total lack of respect. "Even my girlfriend catches so much hate, and she's a police officer." Seriously, if a mutant cop could get no love, what hope was there for the rest of them?
Whether she was a goddess or not, it was humbling to have Mahadevi so intrigued by his talents. It was refreshing to be respected and understood by someone for a power that was so much a part of him.
>> "All the people in your school are gifted with these powers?"
Nate nodded. "Not these powers specifically, but there are teachers who can create ice, and students who can do everything from summon insects to move metal."
Nate found a dark brown color for the goddess's hair and carefully stroked the brushtip against the canvas. "If we get you clearance, we might be able to arrange a visit, if it would interest your holiness."
>> "That... is interesting. So what power have you been blessed with?"
It was always easier to demonstrate his mutation than it was to simply explain, so the shadow he cast crawled along the ground toward Mahadevi. Once it was close enough, it materialized as a solid object and formed a hand, which reached up to take one of the goddess's hands. To be respectful, the velvety hand took her's gently.
"I can manipulate and give my shadow shape," he explained.
The shadow returned, and Nate returned to painting the portrait. "It's a talent that's certainly proved useful in life." Just not in the most legal ways, he thought.
>> "Why would they need to seek refuge? Don't people respect them for the gifts they have?..."
Nate could not help but laugh flatly. He hoped Mahadevi would not view the reply as disrespectful, but the idea she proposed was as absurd as, well, a goddess living out of a luxury hotel in New York. "Having power doesn't exactly mean you'll be respected in New York. Here, it usually means people will fear you and hate you." No one likes to be reminded that they are not at the top of their evolutionary chart.
>> "Do you know a lot of these people?"
Nate put his brush down for a moment to make eye contact with Mahadevi. "My fair goddess, I am one of those people." She certainly appeared to be one who might respect power in all its forms.
>> "A school for people with special powers? There is a school for them? I wish to know more."
Nate had to be selective when talking about the school. It was common knowledge that a school like Xavier's existed, but no one knew the details, especially the where and the who. Mahadevi was possibly eccentric, but she did not seem evil. Regardless, it was safest to be discrete. "It is a place where mutants can seek refuge and go to school and even learn how to control their powers."
Nate was now capturing some of the golds and extravagant colors of the jewelry Mahadevi wore. "There are more people with unique abilities in New York than you'd think."
>> "I don't expect you to compliment me if you have not seen the thing you are complimenting."
So Mahadevi was not looking for unwarranted compliments. She was not just another high-profile woman looking for a yes-man. "Fair enough. I'll just have a movie night sometime soon."
>> "Tell me about your art. Is this what you do for a living?"
He was not the only one who could ask questions, as Mahadevi decided to show an apparent interest in Nate's work. "Sort of. I do a lot of commission work, and I also work as a teacher down at a school for mutants in the city." If he mentioned being a mutant, would it affect her at all? It was likely, after all, that Mahadevi might be a mutant herself along with being a possibly diety.
>> "I am just one incarnation of the divinity. Divinity has no age. I am divinity made flesh, and flesh has to age. But I am still young, and I have a lot to do."
As weird as it was, the idea of Mahadevi being the reincarnation of a goddess made more sense than her being a goddess of eternal youth, comparatively at least. "This body you are enshrined in is beautiful." Hopefully compliments nurtured a goddess's ego like it did any other pretty woman.
>> "Do you watch films from India?"
"I'm not much of a film buff, sad to say." He began painting the first of eight arms, each positioned carefully and impressively. "I have no doubts you are magnificent, Mahadevi."
>> "People present me gifts of their choice. It is not always something of material value, but that makes no difference in the eye of a Devi. I also appear in films, and then people pay to see it in theaters."
So she had quite the following if it garnered her such a decadent room. She even spent some time on India's silver screen. "Well, I guess that makes you the first goddess and the first film starlet I've painted." He was putting a major dent in his bucket list that day.
Nate cleaned his brush and took a new one to start on the goddess's legs. "Excuse me for saying so, but you appear much younger than I anticipated for a goddess." Unless she had eternal youth, (what was he even saying?) she could not have been older than twenty.
>> "They call me Mahadevi, the All-Goddess. People address me by many names, depending on which face of the Goddess they would like to pray to. Any of those, of course, is a part of the whole, and acceptable."
So according to her, she was not just a goddess, she was the goddess. He was pretty sure Mahadevi was a Hindu goddess, which made sense for a young woman of Indian descent. "Well then, it's an honor to pain the All-Goddess."
Content with his colors, Nate decided to first begin with the silk pillows Mahadevi rested upon, so he could have a base to work with. "So... Mahadevi..." well, that was a weird name to use in conversation, "How does a goddess acquire the wealth for a suite like this?" Was there a paycheck that came along with divinity?
She sure had the whole divine lack of modesty going, relating herself to the gods of myth. Nate was a skeptic of any religion, but he also lived in a world where mutants were as commonplace as coffee shops. For all he knew, maybe she was a true blue goddess.
>> "... would you suggest something else?"
There were other poses that would suit their purposes, of course; goddesses have been shrouded and standing and even floating across the years. Still, her choice was just as appropriate and he did not want to question her decisions. "Not at all. Your pose right now will allow me to perfectly capture your beauty."
Nate began swirling paints together to blend a perfect collection tans and mochas for every shade of her skin. "Would it be wrong to ask for a name I could call you, your highness?" Oh, highness was for royalty, not divinity, was it not? Ah well, one swing and a miss. Probably close enough.
Nate set his easel on the ground. "Oh, I've got plenty of those, miss." He placed a canvas on the easel, hoping she was not offended by his cocky comment.
As he began removing bottles of paint from his bag, he asked, "So, how would you like your portrait? Atop your cloud of pillows?" It was a classic enough pose, specially for someone of noble stature and beauty, two things the young goddess seemed to have in spades.
An older gentleman answered the door, inviting Nate in to a room that put any other he had been in to shame. Even the night he spent with that shady business executive during his first week in New York couldn't match the extravagance of the "goddesses" room.
And speaking of the high and mighty herself, she was richly adorned and seemingly ready to receive her divine treatment. She was surprisingly young in relation to her wealth, and most likely from an Asian country, probably India. The idea of her being Indian made even more sense when he quickly realized she had four sets of arms. If it had been Nate's first time meeting a physical mutant, it might have phased him, but he taught at a school with a gargoyle teenager.
Nate almost took a step too close to shake the woman's hand before remembering the need to massage her holy ego. He stopped and bowed, "My name's Nathaniel, your holiness," he spoke in the most respectful tone he could manage.
The artist placed his supplies on the ground, leaving just the easel in his hand, ready to be set up. "If you are ready, I would be honored to paint your portrait." Whether she was divine or crazy, she was a very beautiful young woman, and if he was looking for a model to paint, he could do much worse.
