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 almost a relief that he could give one honest answer that did not sound terrible. "No, Nate was never the alias for a con. I swear on my life, Nate Holloway was never a con. He was a man that met some people in New York and that was it."
Her voice was less angry now, but it was more painful for the both of them. She did not want him to go on, but she wanted to know why he never told her before. "Because... so many reasons... you're a cop, Quin." The first answer had to be the most blunt. "If I told you, I knew you would have no choice, and I wanted to believe I wouldn't have to put you in that position.
"I didn't want it to happen because... well, I'm selfish." His eyes stared dedicatedly to a single spot on the floor, not wanting to look up. "I've never been happier than when I was with you, and I didn't see a way where I could tell you and this wouldn't end." This discussion, case in point.
Nate looked up, desperate for any way to prove to her that he meant what he said. He offered his arms, wrists up. "If you need to, take me in, but I'm done lying to you." If it would prove his honesty, he would do the one thing he never thought he would do in his life: he would offer himself up to the police. "I can't change what I did, Quin, but if there is anything on this damned Earth I can do to fix it, I'll do it."
Quin was softening noticeably, but it was because she did not fully understand the gravity of what he was explaining to her.
There was another choice now; he could leave his story there, and that would be enough to end the fight and give her just enough truth to fix their relationship.
"Quin... it didn't stop when I was a kid. It became a way of life, and I was good at it."
Well, it was a good relationship while it lasted.
"Quin... Nate Holloway was the name I picked when I came to New York. You and the Mansion are the reason I chose Nate Holloway over Stephen Graves."
And now he could only wait and pray she did not keep a gun in the waistband of her sweatpants.
The moment dragged out, like the ticking of a clock slowing down. What he was certain was three years later, Quin stepped aside and begrudgingly welcomed him
Nate walked in, but he chose to stand rather than sit. Sitting was for someone who was not in trouble, and he was not sure if he would have to make a dash for the door at some point. Some instincts never faded.
There was a choice: Nate could save his relationship or he could make the choice that would break them up. "You deserve to know everything," he agreed.
"When I developed my powers, I was a kid, and I used to play around with them when no one was around in the orphanage. There was one night when someone caught me, and I got scared. That was after I was twelve." He wanted her to realize that she met him before everything went wrong.
The decision had to be made: true story or another lie. "I lived on the streets. I just wanted to survive... and that's how I ended up becoming a conman."
Nate made the choice, and it was likely the choice was to put the final bullet in their relationship.
Stephen stopped himself from saying something stupid like, "In my defense, how was I supposed to see that coming?" Sure, it was a very unlikely situation for her to discover who he was, but the point stood that, to her, he should have been the one to tell her.
And just when he was unready for it, she asked the question he knew she would. It was the only question he literally dreaded: "What else is there?" What else did she keep from him? He had to make a decision he knew deep down he would eventually face.
Nate was chewing on his lip in frustration. "You're too important to lose to secrets. If you let me in... I'll tell you everything."
He had made her a liar. Nothing he was going to say was going to take the truth out of that. And yet, he had to press on.
"I thought about it all the time... The kid you met, Stephen Graves, he was still good. What he ended up growing up into... was someone who was great at making mistakes.
"I didn't tell you because I wanted Nate Holloway to be the truth. A fresh start to be a man who deserves you."
He felt a knot in his chest, but he managed a weak chuckle. "Sure, sounds stupid now."
Nate sighed, hands in his pockets. "I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want Stephen Graves to ruin the one good thing I've ever had."
So he was Stephen now. He remembered the day he gave up that name before anything really started with Quin. (Back when Maxine was still in the picture, he thought with a shudder.) Apparently that chapter was closed now, and they would continue this argument in the doorway.
There was one foothold he could take from what she said, and he jumped on it. "You know plenty about me, honest. You know where I grew up, the things I like and don't like, pretty much all of my opinions-- hell, you know that I was scared of the dark til I was ten." There were plenty of lies he told in his life, but a surprising amount of truths were told to Quin, not that it mattered now.
"You didn't know my name; didn't mean you didn't know me." Stephen took a deep breath, looking off to the side. "But I get that I lied to you in a big way, and I'm sorry about that. Stephen Graves... there are some demons attached to that name, and I just wanted to run away from them as Nate." How could he explain that in a way she would accept?
If words could wound, Quin could take a sub-machine gun to his heart. As much as it hurt, it did not change anything; he knew what he was going to be expecting coming to her door, and he deserved whatever punishment she deemed appropriate. Still, ouch...
Nate did his best not to shrink down from the crossed arms and the glare. "I know, I know, you have every right..." For someone who spent most of his life in tight situations and formulating plans, Nate was surprised at how he had no idea what he might say. "I won't be surprised if you slam this door in my face, but this was something important to me, and I at least want to try explaining." If I even can. It was up to her; did they talk inside, would he explain himself in the doorway, or would the conversation meet a quick end?
If Nate found any sleep in the past two days, it was brief and uncomforting and in an empty bed. Since the "kid incident," everything was different. The moment Nate was done being a kid, Quin was done giving him a single second of her time. As much as it hurt, it was hard to blame her.
Everything was different because Quin met the one person Nate never wanted her to meet: Quin met Stephen Graves.
If there was one thing to take solace in, it was that Quin meant the young Stephen and not the conman he would become. The young boy still ended up being an agent of demise for Nate by revealing to Quin that the man she loved lied about his very name to her. She knew the truth, and she knew he betrayed her trust. What was worse: she did not even know how much he betrayed her trust.
Nate tried to call her three times in the two days following the event, but unsurprisingly, there was no response. Was she even still his girlfriend or should he just accept that there was an unspoken break-up the moment she found out?
Just tucking his tail between his legs and cutting his losses was not good enough for Nate. Even if things ended up being over, he still needed to talk to her. Nate had to hear the words "we're over" from Quin's mouth. This was the first girl in a decade to inspire love within him, and she was the first person to ever lead him back on the right path. Even if it ended with a red slapmark across his face, he needed to know he did all he could.
So this now led Nate to the door of Quin's apartment. He knocked on the door and prayed she would let him in.
Stephen's eyes lit up when he heard that superheroes really did fight crime in New York, wondering why he was not already a superhero as an adult. He could not think of any reason that would have changed his mind as an adult.
Quickly, however, it became apparent that the police and the superheroes were not all on good terms, just like in the comics. Sadly, Quin was one of those police at odds with the masked crowd. She did her best to fix it with a compliment, but he knew it was probably best to stay away from the topic. "Thank you, ma'am."
Thinking about his situation and the big group of kids at the station, he wondered if being a mutant had something to do with what happened to him. The thought led to another important question: "Are you a mutant too?" Stephen was always very quiet about his mutation, so maybe if she knew about it, Quin like him.
She grew up wanting to be a teacher in Indiana. He had never been to Indiana, but the very little he knew made him think it was somewhere between what North Carolina was and what New York seemed to be. "So you are living out your dream. That's really cool." He thought about how this woman would be someone important to him in the future. "I must grow up to be a pretty good guy if I find someone as awesome as you." Maybe Nate Holloway was not so bad.
Being an artist and a teacher for other mutant kids seemed like a pretty good life, but he was a little jealous of Quin's exciting career path. "Hm, well if I don't become a policeman, maybe I can be a superhero! I have powers after all," he joked. There were plenty of superheroes to look up to, and to his knowledge, he'd be pretty unique with his power. Who would not want to be a superhero?
What did he want to be when he grew up? It felt like the sort of question he would be asked in classes, but he understood that Quin probably wanted to get to know the him before he was Nate, and for that, he could not blame her. "Well, I like books... maybe an author? Though being a police officer would be awesome. Or maybe a spy!" He thought about the question for another moment, but the truth was, "I don't really know yet. I'm twelve." He chuckled; what twelve year-old knew what he wanted to be when he grew up. (Well, besides twelve year-olds who were told what they would become in their own future.)
Stephen wanted to know more about Quin too, and for all he knew, when he grew back up, maybe he would know new things. "What about you? Did you always want to be a policewoman? And did you always live in New York?" She did not have any noticeable accent, so there was no way of knowing where she might have grown up.
Apparently Quin was on her way to being a detective, which from the sound of the context, was the next step in evolution from cop. "That's awesome! I'm sure you'll be a great detective, like Sherlock Holmes! Except, well, pretty." So the end of that point got away from him. Holmes was the only thing that came to his mind alongside "detective," and he was still a novice when it came to talking to women.
It would seem he was not the only one who had faith in the other person; Quin must have thought highly of his art. "Thank you! Well, you know, eventually." Musing to himself, he muttered, "I wonder how old I am when I pick that up..."
The car left the Mansion grounds and Stephen got his first real look at New York. It was... big. The buildings were tall, and there were so many people. "Woah... Raleigh has nothing on New York..."
Stephen only had a basic understanding of what a lie looks like, so he was fifty-fifty on Quin. She might have been lying to comfort him or she might have honestly just been uneasy with their situation. For now, he would trust her; why would she lie to him. "I guess I take this artist thing pretty seriously then..." So he really changed his name for art? Seemed farfetched, but he would have to live with it.
Stephen got to his feet. "Okay, let's go." Getting into the car, he ran through her last sentences in his head. They were going down to the station? He did not realize what sort of station right away, but it eventually hit him. "Are you a cop? That's really cool!" Stephen was a little jealous that she grew up to be in the police and he was just a painter. Come to think of it, he was a little bothered knowing what he ended up becoming; now that he knew, it barely felt like his choice at all.
Well, he was hoping for her to understand his question, and his hopes fell on deaf ears. Quin's reply reeked of confusion, but he had to cling to hope that he might have phrased it weirdly or something. He looked at Quin's face (filled with disbelief) and tried to get a read on her. If they really ended up in love, why would Quin not know about his name change?
Maybe if he elaborated, it would hit her. "You know, to Nate. I mean, it's a nice name, especially the last name part, but I always kinda liked being Stephen."
With the recent turn in the conversation, Stephen was now keenly watching Quin to see what came next.
So she was someone he would end up loving. If that was the case, then she must know everything about him. He had no experience with dating, but the one thing he knew was that you did not keep secrets from someone you love.
"Well, I have been wondering... why did I change my name?"
