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.
It was the nice ones that had a problem with people like Nate, that much was true. Quin was nice; she was sweet and noble and a paragon of virtue. To her, the world was black and white, and the grey like vigilantes and former thieves had no place in the white.
>> "I'm a lesbian. I'm fine with beer."
The reply was almost defensive, which Nate understood, since he was stereotyping, which was dangerous around someone who was multi-typed. "Hey hey, to each their own. I have nothing against the sweet stuff." There was no point in pressing the issue, so he requested two more beers from the bartender, handing one to Maya.
The topic of his love life was too negative, and they were spending too much time on it for Nate's taste. "But hey, at least you found a girl who gets your situation. At least someone's lovelife is working smoothly in that damn mansion."
>> "What, about bein' a thief? Come on. She's a cop. She's gotta know that coulda been way worse. I mean, waaaaay."
As absurd as Maya's point probably was, it was reassuring to hear her perspective. There was truth to what she said; Nate was not a murderer or a rapist. He was a conman-- admittedly a prolific one, but a very non-violent one!
>> "I always run into that problem. Kinda hard to meet a girl and go 'oh, and by the way, I'm also female every other day'. And 'look, I spent four years off the streets just because I can mirrorwalk into houses that are not mine'."
Nate could have guessed that dating was not easy for someone in Maya's curious position, but he never had a clue about his homeless not-breaking and entering lifestyle, nor his mirrorwalking mutation. Maybe Maya and Gawain could understand Nate's position better than he gave him/her credit for.
>> "One does not come up with that stuff up front. But everyone has it. I bet she does too."
Nate chuckled at the idea of Quin's hypothetical dark past. "Naw, this girl is by the book. Good cop, good suburban childhood. Way too good for me," he joked.
"You know what?" He took one more swig from his glass and brought it down on the bar, (just lightly enough not to break it.) "You're right. My past ain't perfect, but it coulda been a whole lot worse! I can understand if she's holding my lie against me, but my past is my past, and I'm way better than that now." Maya gave him the gift of justification: he was a liar, and he had to deal with that. But dammit, he was not a thief anymore, and he would not have it held against him!
Yet another beer made its way to the list of fallen soldiers fighting the good fight against Nate's liver. There was still time before last call, and the bartender seemed to have no intention of cutting him off. She did ask, "Where was the other handsome guy I was serving here?"
Nate glanced at Maya and fought the urge to laugh. "He couldn't handle his drinks and had to head out. Before he ordered another round, he asked in a low voice. "Hey Maya, are you still a beer drinker, or is your taste more cocktails and fruit now? Because I can adapt," he joked.
>> "Depends on what day it is. If I piss her off on a Maya day, yeah. If I piss her off on a Gawain day, I get my ass kicked. Women."
Maya's girlfriend sounded like quite the character herself, which was probably a requirement for someone who intends to enjoy a serious relationship with a gender-hopping X-Man. "Yep, women." He raised his glass as a toast, enjoying the irony of toasting with a women to the insanity of womankind.
The joking now sinking into the past, Nate returned to a staring contest with his reflection in the beer. "But I'm really not expecting make-up sex right now. I lied about my past. I don't exactly blame her for her silence." And he once again returned to brooding.
Nate was worried that she was going to scream or shout or even swear, but it was far more surprising to see her laugh. In truth, it was the last thing he was expecting, but he was pleased enough by it.
>> "I'm sorry, It's just... giggles And you... giggles I just thought..."
Nate finally felt safe to smile. "Yeah, he ain't exactly a puppy, but he's... relatively harmless." Wouldn't want to say anything he might later regret.
It was probably best for him to give Sarah some form of explanation to his rather unique situation. "Parker sort of grew on me after a weird night with a mutant that spawned mutant spiders. He needed a home, and my night was weird enough as it was, so I kept him."
Nate nudged Parker with the tip of his shoe. "Say hi and apologies to the nice young woman."
Realizing he made a mistake by his owner's disappointed tone, Parker rose on it's hind legs and "bowed" on his front, making a pitiful warbling sound.
Nate smiled, hoping Parker's endearing charm would work yet again. "There, that was probably a sorry, right? Is everything okay now?"
>> "Ya can't piss her off if she ain't talking to you. Just do whatever you want, and if she's got a problem with that she'll have to show up and tell you. It's win-win. The more you piss her off the better the make-up sex will be too."
For a teenage boy/girl, Maya was pretty open about sex. If he were of a more sober mind, Nate would accuse her of enjoying throwing him off.
She was not the only who could enjoy that privilege. "I've never been in a relationship long nuff to find out. Is that how make-up sex with you and your gal is?"
He took a smug sip of beer, hoping to illicit some reaction from the girl.
Okay, Quin never liked the X-Men, but it sounded vaguely unlike her to run one over. If they ever returned to talking, he might have to ask her about that.
>> "We were out fighting zombies... that's when by girlfriend found out she's a mutant too. She saved my ass from bein' hit by your redhead."
He would definitely have to ask about the story if it involved zombies. "I guess everyone in New York gets an awesome mutant girlfriend, huh?"
Despite the dangerous nature of everything they apparently did, there was definitely some intrigue in fighting crime. Zombies, M-Werewolves, Turkey Golems. "Maybe I should just go fight for the cause with you guys if Quin's gonna be all pissy about me being a thief anyway," he mused nonchalantly as he waved for another beer. Apparently he was not yet done.
>> "Not for me. It's just, some of the MRC is actually on the X-team. I guess she's not one of them."
"Most definitely not." The idea of Quin in an X-Men outfit was ridiculous. Just thinking of his girlfriend fighting crime in some spandex costume, clinging to her curves as she took down criminals, and...
Where was he going with that train of thought?
>> "Wait. Is she the one with the red hair?..."
The oddly specific question left Nate cocking his eyebrow. "Yes she is... why, have you met by any chance?"
>> "They've called me worse. Fair warning: I'm into girls."
Nate shook his head. He already knew she had a girlfriend, so this was not news. "Please, I've been in New York for almost a year. That's not something that's gonna surprise me any more than the last thing you did."
Yet another beer, possibly his last, but maybe not, was finished. "Sides, you're young enough to be in my classes. Not exactly my thing, hun."
>> "So. That cop woman of yours. She's not with the MRC, is she?"
So the feelings the MRC had toward the X-Men might be mutual. "That she is, indeed. My lovely mutant lady cop. Problem?"
>> "Name's Maya. And I'm still the same person. Just different equipment."
Nate coughed up his beer at her last comment. She might not have been his student, but she was of age to be, making it weird to hear about her "equipment."
Thinking about it, if he was ever single again, his mind was so warped from being a teacher, he might never be able to enjoy flirting with a nineteen year-old again.
At the very least, he was talking to the same person, so the company and the advice should be the same as before the shift. "Good to know. Fair warning; I'm probably a bit more likely to call you 'sugar' like this."
>> "Nah honey, it's not you it's me. Guess ya never got the memo. I'm a gender shifter. Girl half the time."
Well, that explained everything in a way that made no sense. Weirdly enough, that was the sort of world mutants lived in, and crazy news like guys becoming girls at midnight (as he noted the time) was the sort of news Nate had to take in stride now. Gawain was a girl now.
Well, roll with the changes. "Interesting. Well, I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt that you're the first one of those I've known."
Now knowing his drink was not drugged, he returned to drinking away his beer and his sorrows, which were admittedly fading behind the knowledge that his drinking buddy was now a young woman. "So I'm guessing it's not Gawain anymore. What do I call ya, girl?" It would be easiest if he could separate Gawain and this new girl in his mind, for the sake of not feeling awkward.
>> "Oh, you were in that? I totally missed that show. Last one I got a piece of was the clay Chtulhu in Central Park the Christmas before last. Completely out of whack."
A clay Cthulhu? Really? "Jeez, never a dull day in the big city, huh? Maybe I could have a little more fun stickin' with you and the capes." The term was, of course, slightly inaccurate slang for superheroes. Everyone knew actual capes were a rare part of any heroes wardrobe.
>> "Excuse me. I'll be right back."
Nate nodded, calling for another beer. The boy was a good kid, and it was not terrible getting his problems off of his chest to another guy who more or less understood where he was coming from. He got through half his glass when a dark-haired girl walked close and took Gawain's seat. Nate was going to tell her his friend was sitting there and he would apologize, but she spoke up first.
>> "So. Where were we?"
The comment took a moment to sink in. Somewhere in the rather attractive face, there were shades of his former drinking partner. Nate looked into his drink, before looking back up. "Maybe I have had one too many..."
The boy had a knack for irony that left Nate laughing again. "Boy, you don't even know the half of it." His girlfriend's occupation was about a third of his problem, with the remaining two-thirds regarding his past occupation.
>> "So, not a fan of superheroes, huh. Good think you ain't on the team. If ya think it'd work we can always have someone kidnap her and ya can be the knight in shining armor."
Nate shook his head, knowing how terrible an idea a staged kidnap would be. "Naw, I don't see that working. 'Sides, she was pissy enough when I fought that Thanksgiving turkey thing alongside some Xes." It was hard to forget the memory of his first fight as a "superhero."
Sarah slowly seemed to release the adrenaline that was pent up and ready to escape as a scream. Nate was glad she refrained from yelling, because he was generally not a fan of "attention," and as the only man near a screaming woman, he would be receiving a lot of it, in an almost exclusive shade of negative.
She did not scream, but she was still obviously apprehensive, and he could not blame her. If anything, she would probably be angry at Nate for keeping the only piece of crucial information to himself.
> "I think I'm alright. That's Parker?"
Nate looked back at his pet, who was now nibbling on the tip of his shoe. "Yep. This is Parker."
There was not much he could say that would not sound stupid, which would probably explain why what he said next sounded so... well, stupid. "Yeah, I guess you've noticed, but he's sort of a... well, with the legs and all... um, I'm sorry I didn't mention Parker was a big spider?" Yeah, that sounded like an apology or something.
Yeah, that's more like it. Feel my pain! Having entered the bar at least two hours before Gawain's arrival, the effects of heavy continuous drinking were beginning to take their tole on Nate's mental state.
>> "Honestly? I got no clue. It could be a 'you'll never hear from me again' silence, or it can be the 'call me already you idiot' silence too. But either way you deserve to know she's gotta accept that."
One great thing about a Southern accent: it usually concealed slurring. More than anything, the drunker a Southerner gets, the more obvious his accent becomes. "Bah, I can tell ya it ain't the 'call me' silence. It's more like, 'if ya call me, I'll throw ya in cuffs' silence."
He was really between a rock and a hard place. "I swear, the only way she could be madder at me is if I joined your lil supperhero squad," he joked. He was mildly curious whether Quin would be more mad at him as a thief or a superhero vigilante.
With another beer gone, Nate waved to the bartender. "Can I git two shots of Jack please, darlin?" Thankfully, the young woman was not one of the typical New York sensitivity to names like "hun" and "sugar." Northerners were too uptight sometimes.
The two shots came to Nate and he slid one over to Gawain. "C'mon, if you're gonna go round like a full grown man, you're gonna drink like one."
>> "Believe me, if it was over, ya'd know it. The usually make that very very clear. Worst case scenario, she is still thinking 'bout it."
The boy was smart for his age, and at least somewhat versed in the ways of the world, but he had no idea what kind of situation Nate found himself in. That was saying nothing against his credit; things never happened by the book in the man's life.
>> "What did ya fight about?"
Nate thought out a delicate way to summarize his story without admitting to unnecessary confessions. "She... found out something about my past I was not entirely honest with her about, and now... well, I have no guarantee I'll be hearing from her again."
He mused for another moment. "How many weeks of silence finally says 'you will never hear from me again,' because I'm working on two."
