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 resigned himself to defeat, putting away his phone; there was no point in waiting for signal that was never going to come. He was not even sure who he was trying to text. Over the past weeks, he steeled his will against contacting Quin, trying to hold true to his promise of giving her space. There were still times when he would have text messages written out with foolish sentences like, "I miss you," or "I hate this." Somehow, he always managed to keep himself from hitting send.
Looking back up, Nate caught scattered eyes sneaking looks at him; apparently his accented voice caught the attention of those who had never seen a Southerner in real life. He shrugged it off; it was a little silly, but he did not mind people enjoying his rare presence.
The train took a turn Nate did not have the footing for, but his grip tightened soon enough that he only stumbled back a step or two. He bumped into the person behind him, and he was not the typical New Yorker who lacked the sorry-center of the brain. He turned to apologize. "I'm sorry, the train caught me--"
Off-guard. Of all the people in New York to be waiting behind Nate, it had to be Quin. They already made eye contact, and Nate cursed his lack of sleep for giving him such raccoon-eyes. He did not want to burden her with the knowledge that he had lost so much sleep over her. Now, he was frozen. "Um, hi Quin."
Would it be too much to ask for the train to derail or explode?
Another stop came up and more people flooded into the subway car. The population of New York could be overwhelming at times, but it was his home now, for better or worse.
He had put a lot of thought into whether the end of his relationship would mean the end of his time in New York. There was logic to leaving the city; Quin knew his past, and it might be a matter of time until she put him behind bars. The idea of returning to somewhere more suburban or even rural was appealing on days when the subway was packed.
No matter how often he contemplated a move, he always ended up deciding against it. Whatever happened, he had a rewarding job teaching young mutants and a handful of friends around the city. His life was good; it would just be infinitely better if he could return to holding Quin again.
Nate pulled out his phone, not noticing a particular redhead standing back-to-back with him. After several painful moments of his internet not loading, he grumbled in his noticeable Southern accent. "There's never any connection on these damn things."
>> "Who says I didn't pull the biggest jobs on my own?"
Nate shook his head, finishing the last of his drink. "Psh, because the jobs we could have pulled could have left Apple reeling." There were plenty of fantasy jobs conmen spent their time dreaming of, where the job would be impossible but the payoff would be legendary. For some reason, for Nate's idea of the ultimate job involved stealing from Apple.
>> "Why am I not surprised?"
Nate muttered under his breath, "Because I'm a problem-drinking alcoholic." He was drunk and amazingly self-aware.
>> "C'mon Nate let's get ya home. I promise things will look better in the morning."
Nate agreed to let Maya walk with him, if for nothing else than keeping company until he returned to a depressingly empty apartment. Seeing the girl put cash down, he scooped it up and handed it back to her. "Don't be crazy; your stuff is on my tab."
The bartender returned with Nate's card and a receipt and waved the two off before preparing the bar for closing time. Nate slipped the card back in his wallet and the wallet back in his pocket. "Shall we?" he asked, gesturing toward the door.
>> "Are we talking about the park? Or the city? My family actually lives in Seattle. I just move to the city a few weeks ago, so I haven't really had time to find a boyfriend. I'm here on my own."
So Sarah literally came to New York on her own, starting anew. Nate could still remember arriving in the city for the first time on his own, admittedly under different circumstances. "You'll meet plenty of new people just fine, I'm sure."
They still had no destination, but walking through a park, one was not entirely necessary. They could just continue a leisurely stroll walking Parker around, and maybe he would offer to pay for an ice cream or a hot dog if the came across a stand.
"New York has a way of surprising you sometimes. I was barely here a week or two before I stumbled my way into a relationship with my girlfriend." Despite complete radio silence, Nate still called Quin his girlfriend, (especially in front of other women,) if for nothing else than to stay optimistic.
>> "Told ya I'm a gender shifter. My mom's a human shifter. Incidentally, I also can walk through mirrors. That probably came from the father creature, whoever he was. It's a kind of teleporting ability. Oh, and lately, I can also walk into movies."
Yeah, it had been a while since Nate had a drinker partner as unique as Maya, who had her own off-colored past. Apparently that was what made it so easy to share stories of his past with her; one former delinquent to another. "Man, I never used to like partners, but I think I coulda made an exception for a mirror-teleporting catburglar."
He raised his cocktail glass at the partnership that could have been. "I mean, I'm glad we're both on the up-and-up here, but between your mirror-moves and my sneaking shadow, we coulda pulled the biggest jobs, easy." Really, it was not very hard to see why some people sought for mutant registration.
The bartender walked over to the pair, brushing bangs out of her face. "It's last call, Nate. Want one for the road?"
The fact that she knew his name caught him off guard. She had his debit card, so she might have picked it up from that. "Nah, I think it's in my best interest to wrap it up for the night."
"I'll get your card and close out your tab," she added with a giggle.
As she walked away, a hazy memory came swirling out of cloud that was the night before. "Right. I was here last night. That's why she knows who I am." He really had to quit the blackout drinking.
"Time flies when you're having fun" was a timeless phrase that always seemed to hold true for any of the best moments in life.
A less popular but still undeniably true phrase was, "Time grinds on at an agonizingly slow pace when your girlfriend has cut off all forms of contact with you and you are left to contemplate in misery what might become of your life when she has reached her final judgment on the state of your relationship."
Nate boarded the subway, tired from a two week lack of sleep and a terribly boring teaching seminar he had just escaped from. He unbuttoned his suit and loosened his tie, looking forward to a quick trip to his bed.
To the untrained eye, with his stubbly beard, dark-circled eyes, and sighs that almost spoke, "I give up," one might guess that Nate was handling his current situation well. As it would turn out, that was not quite the case.
The former con once lived a life that proudly boasted total independence on all fronts, particularly on an emotional level. Less than a year in New York changed that, and now Nate was suffering the repercussions of discarding Stephen.
Nate was hitting the bottle more frequently, and his motivation levels were at an all-time low. Even when he caught a restless hour or two of sleep, he subconsciously kept to what was once "his side" of the bed. He missed Quin, and he missed her something fierce.
As tired as Nate was, there were no seats available in what was a surprisingly crowded car. He found himself standing, hanging on to an overhead strap, trying to avoid making awkward physical contact with the various people he was sharing his uncomfortably close-quarters with.
>> "So long as he doesn't jump on me like before, I think I'll be okay. If I have fair warning, I shouldn't freak out too much."
Nate had half a mind to accept what Sarah obviously never intended to be a challenge. He could have easily given her a two word warning and release Parker to nibble on her toes, but the girl did not deserve that. He would behave, as would Parker.
Sarah was not the only one to notice the kids approaching. Parker was hit or miss with kids. Sometimes young ones would handle him surprisingly well, focusing on his size and playful nature over his spidery nature. Unfortunately, when Parker was a miss, he was a big miss, and there was no need to risk sending children running. No adult male wanted to put himself in that situation in public.
>> "Think we should move?"
Nate gladly nodded. "Lets." He led them away, not entirely sure of their next destination. "Are you here on your own? Or are you here with family or a boyfriend or something?" If it was an earlier point in Nate's life, the last comment could have easily been construed as fishing for information, but now he had little reason; he was done flirting (until Quin finally gave him the axe,) and he had nothing to steal from her. No, he was now just a curious person, and Sarah was nice enough to talk to for a short while longer.
>> "Sounds like a par-tay. I crashed at the New York palace first night I was in town. That's the life."
That little story was not something Nate was prepared for, but it certainly did intrigue him. Not that it was shocking for a teenager who was sneaking into bars, but apparently Maya was not a stranger to intruding on the rich and famous.
Nate was growing to like the kid. "Pretty good introduction to the city, I'd say. My first few days here, I charmed my way into a Penthouse Suite with a woman worth more than I'll ever have." Alright, Nate was not the type to recount conquests, but he had the "I am drunk" excuse to fall back on, and that woman (whose name he could not recall) was quite the welcome to NYC.
When the thought crossed his mind again, something did not add up. "Hey kid, what's your mutation? He asked in a hushed voice. "This kinda dump won't look twice at a fake ID, but the palace ain't light on the precautions." There might be more to Maya than meets the eye, and for a girl who spent half her time as a boy, that was an impressive statement.
>> "Does she even know we work with the MRC? We have some of the collegues on the X team. It's not like we're masked vigilantes runnin' around killing people - that's what the Order does by the way - we actually do work with the police, we just do the stuff they can't. Like, fighting buildings. And monsters."
Nate quickly disliked the territory he accidentally pulled the conversation toward. If he was not careful, he was going to cause an X-Men/MRC War as a drunk third party. "No, no. I think she just doesn't feel as comfortable with the idea of vigilante justice. Hey, to each their own." Please let it be over, he thought with a grimace.
It was not long before the fruity drinks came out, and Nate decided on two Flamingos. He took a sweet sip, and the taste of the nectar brought back a memory. "Heh. I remember hiding away in the islands after a job four years back. I lived off these and piña coladas." It was not often he shared a story from his time as a thief, and despite alcohol playing an influential role in the decision, it felt refreshing to talk about it, knowing it was in the past.
>> "Life is hard to deal with. I try to remember that it could always be worse. It may seem rough at the moment, but there could always be something worse."
Nate did his best to imagine a worst case scenario he was not yet in. Well, he could have told his girlfriend he was a serial killer instead of just a con artist. Yeah, that would have been worse at least. Sarah was being genuinely considerate, and he appreciated it. He also appreciated her respect of his privacy.
>> "At least you don't have to worry about Parker now."
Nate grinned. He was a fan of Sarah's clever humor. "Oh, I always have to worry about Parker getting in trouble. The next time he makes a run for it, at least I know where to look." Nate tugged on the leash, noticing Parker was inching closer to Sarah. "He'll probably just be trying to get you to play fetch."
He had a big spider that liked to play fetch. That was his life.
>> "Well, first you gotta sign this contract that gives us your soul. Then, you gotta get your tights and cape custom made to match our colors."
Well, look at that. The girl had a sense of humor on her, which was not lost on Nate. "Sounds fine, but the colors better be neon green and pink or it's no dice." The very thought of himself in gaudy spandex was amusing to the drunk Nate.
>> "No, honestly, it takes training with team members, and then some missions on the field, and a test in the Danger Room, custom made for your powers. It's a longer process but most people need time to get used to it. It's a pretty good team though."
The offer sounded appealing. He would be able to train himself, get some experience, and even the backing of a team. He knew he was drunk, but even sober, he knew he would be giving the idea some thought.
For all the items in the pro-column, there still remained one big con for the former con. "Nah, if I enlist, I might as well put the last nail in my relationship's coffin," he joked almost lightheartedly. "Talk to me when I'm done screwing things up and maybe it'll be a different story."
Nate returned for a moment to the spiders and the darkness and Maxine and kissing his first New Yorker. He could not help but smirk. "Oh yes. Yes, it was."
>> "I do believe Parker is beginning to grow on me. And yes, everything is okay. I guess... Well, I have a horrible fear of spiders. Have since I was little."
"I know the feeling," he assured with a nod. "Well, I did. Creepy crawlies used to get to me, but Parker's kinda calmed me down around them, obviously." He considered asking her if she wanted to pet him, but deemed it ill-advised.
>> "This may seem strange of me to ask, but are you okay? I forgot to ask you earlier, but you seemed a bit, well, sad."
Seriously? He must have been leaking melancholy and misery if even Sarah could pick up on it. However she noticed it on him, and she was not wrong. "Yeah, life's treated me better, I'll admit." He did not want to dump his problems on such a nice stranger. That was what whiskey was for.
>> "Most guys point that out. Yeah, I'm lucky she didn't flip out when she found out. She is... really hard to freak out. Takes everything in stride. But, if she knew I was out here drinkin' all this, she'd probably kick my ass anyhow."
It was hard to picture a girl who could handle her boyfriend being her girlfriend, but opposed her boy/girlfriend going out for a drink. Nate should probably stop pumping drinks into his drinking partner, lest it got back to Ami, but he was two drinks past being a good influence. "Apparently my ability to piss off girlfriends is contagious. Sorry, hun." A night of drinking did not add up to a fake identity, so he was sure Maya would be fine.
"So... not like I'm thinking about it, but what does a guy gotta do if he plans on being an X?"
The brief moment of tension was already gone. Maya was pretty easy to hang out with, guy or girl. "Then next round, we're drinking something pink and fruity," he joked.
>> "Yeah. Ami's awesome. She's also on the X-team now, which is seriously distracting. It did take me a while to tell her about the gender situation though. She took it really well. Almost too well, actually."
So even her girlfriend was an X. Was everyone besides him an X-Man? He was starting to get jealous. Working with his girlfriend though, that Nate did not envy.
Apparently his girlfriend found her fun in Maya's dual identity, which Nate found amusing. "Hey, most guys would kill for a girlfriend like that, and they don't even have situations like yours." Honestly, how many men would say no to a girl who swings both ways? But how many benefited from it like Gawain and Maya? "Sounds like you found the perfect girl for ya."
