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.
Once the snake had returned to a safe distance Sam felt a lot more comfortable around Andrea; she had introduced herself politely and even asked if she was intruding. So in Sam’s book she scored high marks for courtesy and at the same time her attitude and way of expressing herself put him eerily in mind of the other green girl sitting next to him. Maybe it that kind of personality came with the skin tone… if that was the case then a whole decade’s worth of green skinned cartoon characters had been sorely misinterpreted.
His bizarre train of thought was rapidly interrupted by the world’s loudest sneeze and a small shriek off pure disgust. That combined with Andrea’s small jump of surprise startled him quite badly and it wasn’t until all the faces in the room turned to look in one place that he saw what all the commotion was about. A mutant girl was standing in the doorway dripping what could only be described as yellow ooze. Sam reckoned he knew where that ooze had come from and the very thought of it made him feel noxious.
"oh...That poor girl... getting sneezed on."
The look on Sam’s face was fixed because he was in fact trying very hard not to think too much about the whole thing. The sight of the girl plus the plate of greasy food in front of him were testing his stomach to the limit. So for a while he concentrated just on breathing and on not being violently ill on either of the girls surrounding him. Thankfully his anguish did not last all that long because the cleanup crew here were very efficient and soon the set and the actress were returned to an acceptable state of cleanliness. When all was set the director called out for quiet and the scene was to begin.
As a hush fell on the set Sam suddenly felt quite excited about being a part of this and he wondered what the script was like. Well as the lead actors sprang into life he was about to find out. He watched and listened to the scene while making sure to look busy as well.
“I wonder if this movie will be any good.”
The question was not aimed at anyone in particular, it was almost just a thought spoken out loud, he was not really expecting an answer.
From the bizarre look Celeste gave him Sam could tell that his clever ordering technique had not impressed her. He let it slide as she then admitted that she would have had to do the same thing in a Korean restaurant; which he had to admit was only half true. If she had been ordering in Korean then probably but most middle class restaurants in New York listed the original name for the dish and the English translation in big friendly letters next to it. But he guessed she probably did not know that as she had no doubt never been to a normal restaurant.
After all the kind of restaurants he was used to eating in did not provide you with an already filled glass of perfectly chilled champagne. Nor did they let minor’s drink for that matter, he watched as Celeste sipped hers like a connaisseur and wondered how far apart their upbringings really were. His mother would have grounded him for a week if she had found him drinking at fourteen. Personally he ignored his glass, he didn’t really like the stuff, he would drink it so as not to offend but he would wait as long as possible so as to limit the risks of the cup being instantly refilled.
What came next came as a bit of a surprise to Sam. It appeared that Celeste’s Italian came from her mother and that was a sensitive subject. Not that you would really know from the way she stated thing, neither her tone nor expression changed as she declared that her mother had abandoned her. He had already had doubts about her family situation but nothing concrete. Hearing her say it aloud seemed to make the whole thing sadder; he felt a pang of sympathy for her but kept it to himself for she had already moved on.
"I have a real Spanish tutor."
He had missed the beginning but he reckoned that it had to do with Spanish as well. He nodded slightly to indicate that he had been following her explanations and wondered how many different tutors she had. Because judging from her people skills she was clearly home schooled. He was curious to know what subjects an elite family considered important. Languages, some sciences, music, economics? He’d have to ask her sometime but not today because her next question was a difficult one.
"Can I know why you moved to England?"
There was a long and short versions of that story a neither were something he particularly liked to think back on. But he had promised to make an effort and she had kept up her end of the bargain so far, there had not been a single tear since he got here, so he decided to give her at least the short version.
“I moved to be closer to my mother’s family. My father died and Korean is not an easy place for a single foreign woman trying to raise a child.”
He remembered than time, everyone in the neighborhood had been so supportive at first. They had been genuinely upset about his father’s death but after a few months passed no one paid them any attention anymore. It was like his mother and him had become invisible, after a while his mother had declared that there was nothing left for them there and they had moved to London.
Sam watched the small boy move around his room in a kind of routine way. It appeared that Michael had some things he prioritized in here, like the computer next to which was positioned the pillow from off the bed. The boy turned on the monitor which slowly warmed into life, the image that appeared there was familiar to Sam and it made him smile. The orange haired character from bleach; Ichigo who always saved the day it was somewhat appropriate. Sam could see that Michael had needed saving and in that animé Ichigo always made it in the nick of time.
Looking at the boy that was now hesitating as to whether he should come near or not, he wondered if he had been saved now. Was this place going to be this child’s savior? Or was it just going to be a bigger more luxurious cage? Well he supposed that depended on what each student made of it. He was still in the “gilded cage” stage but then that was more because of the fact that his mother had forced him there than because of the school itself.
“I...I never...no one asked me to...no one’s ever wanted to fix the cuts.”
If Sam had not seen what a poor state the boy was in he would probably have expressed his outrage and disbelief at that statement. However now he had spent some time with Michael he already knew that no one had cared for him because no child ends up in that state with someone who cares around. So he just smiled reassuringly at the boy, he did not trust himself to speak. One of the principles he tried to live by was “if you have nothing nice to say don’t say anything at all”.
The strategy seemed to pay off because the boy came to sit nervously on the bed next to him. The position he chose was not ideal but the main cuts and bruises were on his arms and face ant they remained accessible so it would do. As he opened the tube of cream he decided that he would distract the boy with a subject of conversation that he was sure would catch on.
“So I see you like Bleach. Have you seen all the episodes? I have there really good.” As he talked he started to apply the cream in small doses being careful not to put any pressure on the wounded areas. “Is Ichigo your favorite character? Personally my favorite is Hitsugaya Toushiro, he’s small but strong.”
He hoped that the boy would spend more time answering his questions that worrying about what was happening to him.
Sensing his hesitation Celeste rushed in to reassure him and as she did she began to dig herself a very very large hole. He could tell that she was trying her best to be careful of his feelings but it wasn’t really working. It seemed strange to him that rich people were raised in such a way as to remember oh so intricate manners but no one ever seemed to teach them any diplomacy. Resigned to being constantly reminded that he didn’t really belong in a place like this Sam settled down and tried to pull out the useful information in what she was telling him. He did however have to bite his lip to keep from making an anger comment as she hinted that he might be ham fisted enough to spill things on himself. He was a commoner not a retard.
Thankfully she quickly moved on to discussing the menu and placed her order in perfectly accented Italian. This just made him feel more stupid and also somewhat angry. Why was he feeling down because he couldn’t speak Italian? He was bilingual too it just didn’t happen to be in a language that would help him right now. Keeping a tight lid on his feelings he listened to her translation of what she had ordered and decided that none of it was to his taste so he returned his eyes to the menu.
It took a bit of squinting but he finally made his choice and instead of trying to give the name of the dish to the waited he merely pointed at the menu. It was a trick he had picked up on a trip to Japan with his friends. If you don’t speak the language pointing at things usually gets the trick done. So the end result of his ordering was some Carpaccio for starters and seafood pasta to follow. Now all he had to do was wait to see how stupidly small the portions would be, because molecular cuisine did not bode well for them being plentiful.
“Sorry I don’t speak any Italian, so pointing is probably less embarrassing than me trying it with a British accent.”
He didn’t add that things probably sounded better with a British accent than with an American one, but he reckoned that it was probably true. The British were very biased against the Americans, not so much against the people themselves but against the culture. And even though Sam was now living in the US that small superiority complex was not going to disappear overnight.
“So did you learn Italian when you were small? Did you have to take lessons? I would have thought that Spanish would be a more useful language.”
Sam had to admit that the set was impressive; it looked exactly like any vintage café that could be found in New York right down to the napkin holders. The only thing that betrayed it as a film set was the fact that two of the walls were missing and along one of those open sides a mass of people and cameras were gathered. It was fascinating, the cameras the rails on which some were set the incredible number of spot lights beating down. Sam quickly found himself absorbed in a realm of question, how many takes would they have to do? How warm was it going to be under those projectors? With this many extras talking how were they going to edit the background noise?
The illusion mutant was in fact so busy with his own musings that he almost completely blanked the woman who had brought them there as she gave instructions for the scene. And it was not until everyone around him started to move that he realized he must have missed something important. Looking around at noted the absence of free seats, there were two near the bar that Silver streak and Mala Knight were headed to and a booth to which April was headed. He smiled at least the lack of options meant that he only had one place left to sit, so he followed April over to the booth and slid in next to her.
He turned to look at her and was about to start up conversation, hopefully a less awkward one than on their previous meeting, when someone else joined them at the booth. Turning to greet the new comer Sam suddenly found himself sitting very still. The eyes he had met as he turned had not been those of the new girl but those of a rather large and rather close white snake. It was not that Sam was particularly scared of snakes, he had carried one in a zoo before, but the shear surprise of it had kicked in his animal survival instincts.
Still trying to avoid any sudden movements and concentrating in keeping his breathing slow and steady, Sam leaned forwards to see the face of their new companion past the unblinking stare of her pet. To his surprise she was green; well the surprise was not so much that she was green but more like she was green as well. If anyone paid any attention to this scene, they would probably believe that he had a penchant for green skinned women. The idea was silly but it made him smile anyway.
“Hi, I’m Sam nice to meet you.”
It was as he introduced himself as Sam for the second time in the last 10 minutes that he began to wonder why he had even bothered giving a replacement name at all.
Before he had even been able to open his menu, Sam already had an answer to his question and it was very Celeste like indeed. Her idea of not often was once a week was it? Well he hoped that she did not expect him to come out here every week from now on. But he would jump that hurdle when he got to it. For now he listened quietly to what she was saying.
"I always come alone. It's the first time I have company."
Now that was a bit more surprising, who let their fourteen year old come to the restaurant on their own? He would have understood better if she had been coming with her family but alone what was the point? And that statement shed some light on why the whispers had intensified when he had been seated at her table. Now they must be dying of curiosity, wondering just you he was to be Celeste’s very first guest. He hoped for both their sakes that no one found out who he really was. It do no one’s reputation any good if all these rich snobs found out he was just some nobody and a mutant to boot.
"Do you like the place?"
The question focused his mind once more and this time he took the time to look at the place rather than the people in it. The restaurant was of course beautifully appointed with a subtle play on the light and shadow. It was opulent without being tacky which was just right for a place like this but Sam had a feeling that he would not like the price tag of even the smallest of the ornaments here.
"It's very nice but not what I'm used to. I feel that in a place like this I'm going to have to be very careful not to do anything wrong."
It was hard explaining this kind of thing to her. What he was trying to say was that he knew that any misstep in etiquette would be held against him, and god knew he would screw up a few times before the end of the evening. So he was convinced that no matter how excellent the food would be he would not enjoy it half as much as he should for fear of using the wrong fork. Picking up the menu he decided to try and move things along a bit before she asked him to elaborate. Everything in there was written in Italian with a tiny English translation underneath and of course there were no prices.
Things on set moved a lot faster than Sam would have imagined. He had expected to have some time to look around but instead he had been caught up in the whirlwind that was the first scene. He had barely had time to notice that the girl that was causing a scene some way of was in fact April, when another one of those clipboard people had called over to him. Well he had come here to do some acting so he made his way towards the place the woman was gathering her selected extras. As he arrived there April greeted him in her usual polite and to the point fashion and he acknowledged her with a nod and a smile in return. He would normally have said more but things were moving forward again.
The blond headed off and left the rest of them to trail after her. He had not even been able to tell her that he was ok to be in the scene but he guessed she would know seeing as he had followed. The group she had gathered was strange to say the least. But then again that was the premise of this movie was it not? He listened carefully as the others around him introduced themselves. Mala knight and Silver Streak… why did the name silver streak seem familiar? He thought about it for a couple of seconds searching his memory for where he might have heard someone speak the name. Then it came to him, he had heard it back at school; which could only mean that this guy had something to do with Xavier’s. Frustrated at not being able to remember more details he turned his attention to the man in the wheelchair. He had not said anything during the exchange of greetings and Sam wondered what he thought of all this.
It was then that he realized that he had not spoken up to introduce himself either. “Hi as April said I’m Sam, looking forward to working with you all.”
There that took care of the social niceties now he just wanted to see what the set would hold for them. He had never been on a movie set before and even though the clipboard woman had said it was just a café scene he was still very curious.
It did not take Sam long to spot Celeste as she rose to greet him. She was dressed in a more somber fashion today, favoring a very good cut to all out bling. He decided that he approved of the dress but the bow was another matter. It kind of put him in mind of an Easter egg and the thought brought up one corner of his mouth in a sort of half smile. The staff member indicated the table and stepped back to let him pass. Sam guessed that it their world it was better to be as useful as possible but also as invisible as possible.
"Monsieur Sam."
The blond greeted him with a curtsy and a small slightly amused smile. He smile back but this time it was a smile that he had to hold back because he had just imagined the look on her face if his return greeting were just “Hi”. It would completely ruin the mood so he refrained from doing it but the idea was still oh so tempting. However he had decided to try and not make her cry today so he would behave himself.
"Celeste."
With the greeting, which was actually more just an acknowledgment of her presence, was accompanied by a small nod of the head. He would normally then have helped her back into her chair but one of the ever discreet staff had beaten him to it. So he contented himself with just pulling out his own chair and seating himself at the table. He noted then that he had a vast number of knives and forks laid out in front of him. He sighed, there was no way he was not going to commit a blunder on the order in which to use them. He’d just have to stick to the principle that you start on the outside and work your way in. It was only then that he noticed the waiter standing patiently at his elbow with a menu. He took it quickly and thanked the man and then he turned his attention back to Celeste.
"Come here often do you? The staffs sure seem to know your name."
He had also noticed that the sly stares and whispers from the other guests had become slyer ever since he had joined Celeste’s table. Did this girl scare even other rich aristocrats?
I'm going to be scarce for the next ten days as I'm off to Tokyo. I'll have some internet access but I'm not sure about how much free time I'll be able to find.
Sam was doing something remarkably out of character for him; he was going to sign up for something that only a mutant could do. The whole thing had started a week or so ago when Celeste had mentioned some movie that was to be filmed here in New York. Faced with Sam’s obvious lack of interest the rich girl had then hurriedly added that it was the world’s first mutant/human movie and gone on to explain all about the romantic based plot. The whole mutant/human aspect of things had stirred some curiosity in the illusion mutant and Sam had ended up digging into things a bit more once he got back to the mansion.
It was not that he believed that this was the first time human’s and mutant’s had acted together; because it was highly probable that mutant’s that looked human had just omitted to mention their powers in the past; but more that he liked the idea that people knew that human’s and mutant’s were acting together. It was going to change things, whether for the better or the worst no one knew, but people’s opinions would definitely change. So after a whole lot of googling he found out that if you were brave, or foolish, enough you could go and sign up to have your own small part of the spotlight as a paid extra. At first he had found the idea laughable, what kind of mutant would sell himself for this kind of thing.
But the seeds of an idea had been planted and as the days wore on it just kept coming back to haunt him. Would he be able to own up to being a mutant for this kind of thing? Announce it to the world? Or was he really that ashamed of what he was? The answer was no, he was not ashamed of being a mutant he was hurt by it. Hurt that his mutation had broken apart his family and secretly more hurt that he had known his family was falling apart even before that. The truth broke his heart and he knew that he stayed faithful to himself he’d just spend more time feeling sorry for himself, blaming fate for having made him and outcast. So he had decided to do something so un-Sam like that it might just give him to kick start he needed to move on with his life.
So now he was sitting in a booth, facing a stranger and answering all sorts of weird questions. When they asked him for his alias he gave “glamour” as he decided that it fitted his power. They also asked a bit about his power, like how dangerous it was and he could easily tell them that he was not a threat to anyone. And just like that it the interview was over, no questions about acting skills or anything. They handed him a check and a number and told to wait outside until called. As he walked out into the weak sunlight he felt a bit dazed. What was going to happen next? And more importantly, was he really going to be able to do this or was it all just one huge mistake?
The time was 7:45 and Sam was a bit lost. This was not a block of New York he had visited before and he seemed to have got turned around. He felt angry at this because it was not as if New York was a particularly hard city to navigate, it was after all made of squares. He thought back to the map he had studied on the internet before coming out: out of the station turn left go on for a block and the restaurant should have been on the left across the street. Looking around he hoped for a clue to help guide him, but having never been here before that was a bit of a vain hope.
He had also bothered to look up the website for the restaurant he was headed to, which meant that he was at least dressed correctly for this part of town. Everything around here was opulent to say the least, there were exclusive brand name shops everywhere and most places had black tinted windows. This was a place you only came if you knew what lay in the shops or restaurants beforehand, casual passersby were not welcome. So he was lost, mainly because everything looked so damned similar.
Deciding he had probably not gone far enough he continued up the street, if he had not found the place by the end of the block at least he would have the intersection reference to help him find out where he had gone wrong. Dressed all in black but for the splash of white brought on by his shirt he faded into the night and the people he walked past did not give him a second glance. This had not been the case in the subway. There he had been seriously over dressed and people had stared, one little girl had even laughed at him. He knew he did not look stupid; the suit he had picked was stylish and modern but it still hurt his pride a little that kids should find him laughable. He should tell Celeste that, ask her if she realized what she was turning him into.
Just as he was about to give up and decide that he must have gone the wrong way down the street he caught sight of the sign he had been looking for. The Chiaro Di Luna was like most of the places here, somber on the outside with a doorman posted outside so that the customers would not have to tire themselves opening the door. He walked up trying hard to look like he was meant to be there and the door was politely held open for him.
Stepping inside the restaurant seemed to be a mistake because if he had felt out of place on the street now he felt like something the cat had dragged in. The customers did not turn and stare but he could feel the eyes on him and a murmur of conversation went through the room. He saw no sign of Celeste and all he could do was hope that she had already arrived as he could not bear the thought of having to wait here alone. He stepped forward and spoke to the chef de salle who was waiting patiently and doing his best to hide his curiousity.
“I’m here to dine with Miss Celeste Manfrella.”
The reaction his sentence had on the man put the illusion mutant very much in mind of that time in the store. It had been the day he had met Celeste and he had been a bit freaked out by how much fear a snobby fourteen year old could inflict upon people. Apparently the staffs in this place were no more immune to that fear and he was ushered hastily to the place his date was waiting.
April thanked him for his advice and waited politely to see if he had anything more to add. He thought about it for a second and decided that saying something more was just asking for trouble. He smiled at her once more and went back to his papers. He knew she would not mind as she had kept a finger in her book to mark the page, which was the typical sign of someone that had only stopped reading for a second in order not to be rude. He should know he had done it often enough with his mother.
Once he had finished sorting what he would need to put back on the shelves and what he would take with him Sam took a second to think back on the conversation he had just had with April. On the whole it had been a bit of a shambles, which just went to prove that being himself did not work. It did not matter that Noel had told him that he was hiding behind a mask when he acted just the way people wanted him to. Being just Sam seemed to depress people around him, so being nice polite attentive Sam was a preferable alternative.
He decided that the next time he met April he would try to be that other Sam and see if things went better. If they didn’t than he just had to come to the conclusion that the two of them were just not compatible in any way. Slowly he gathered up his things and stood up. He would leave her the table and she would at least have room to breathe now.
“Well I’ll leave you to your reading. I guess I’ll be seeing you around then.”
With that the illusion mutant disappeared off into the aisle to return the rather large pile of books.
His offer seemed to please her as a smile slowly grew where her blank mask had been seconds before. Sam did not know if he should feel relieved or not, in the end he had given in again and little Miss Princess was getting her own way. As he thought about this he couldn’t help but wonder how her parents coped with her. Either they had made her this way by doting on her endlessly or they just through money at her and didn’t care what she did from there. He couldn’t imagine you could get so spoilt if you had normal parents. If he had ever dared to act like that he father would have killed him.
"I agree. Sounds fair. But…”
He had known she would agree before she even said and come to think of it he could probably have predicted the “but” that came next as well. He sighed slightly and waited for what would come next, although he had to admit that the fact that she was now taking the time to think of what she should say next was a small improvement. Normally she would just have blurted out what she thought regardless of how it sounded.
"I really do not want to start a fight, but nor do I want to end up at a fast food place."
Diplomacy was obviously not her strong point but she had made an effort so he decided not to shoot her down. He did however resent the fact that she deemed him either to ignorant or to broke to know what good food was. As a matter of fact he had been planning to take her to a Korean restaurant he had found the other day. That was something he could have shared with her… the kind of things that friends do.
"Can I pick the place for you? I will pay. "
He knew that arguing with her know would just cause more drama so he decided that he would just accept her proposal and wait and see what came out of it. One thing that was sure was that her idea of a meal out would not match his idea of a meal out. Just the fact that she was offering to pay indicated that the price tag on the food was going to be astronomical. He just hoped that she would not do something extravagant like rent out the whole restaurant.
“Sounds fine, I’ll give you my mobile number. You can just text me where and when.”
