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.
Fade paused when her new companion corrected her on who George Sand was. The redhead raised her eyes from the book she was flipping through and looked around, hoping only her nervous friend realized she had made that mistake. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks and burn them pink in embarassment. Slowly, she closed the book and brought it down to her side, still feeling embarassed, but she smiled and attempted to laugh it off. "Hahaha, oh goodness, just goes to show how much I have to learn!" she said, hoping that did not make her sound like she was dumb, but simply needed more books to read.
Attempting to change the subject, though he seemed to make his exit by turning from her, yet still offering help. "What that French you spoke?" she asked, slightly determined to regain her name after the gender confusion. "Do you speak it fluently or just educated in certain words from the French language?" she asked, curiously. Fade had never learned another language, she had been to Europe a few times, sneaking onboard an aircraft using her mutation, but the trip there always took hours and not to mention the language barrier between herself and the natives.
There was a soft clicking noise that sounded from the middle aisle of the book shelves and Fade turned her attention momentarily to a well dressed woman who appeared to come straight out of the 20s. It was an interesting look, though the drenched cami did not seem to fit in quite as well, it seemed slightly out of place, but who was Fade to judge? She was simply in jeans and a t-shirt, not dressed to impress. The woman made her curious though if she were a mutant as well, but she had learned not to automatically assume anyone bold in their fashion or pronounced in their words was a mutant.
For a split second, she glanced around the ground to see if she could see any banana peels before recognizing it as a joke and laughing, slightly embarassed at her moment of dumb. Ever since she was a little girl, if she rode in a car, she pasted her face against the window to stare at everything that passed by, curiously watching every passing pedestrian, every yellow cab, every jogging dog and owner. Though this time, she tried not to focus on it too devotedly, she was with a very attractive man after all. She turned her attention back to Aurum, his focus on her.
He seemed to have a question, he had the facial expression of a child in class ready to raise their hand only a little second-guessing if he should raise his hand or just remain silent. Of course, he was no child in class and he posed the question, to which Fade blinked for a second, her eyes shifting high as she tried to remember if she really had passed through the door. She could feel her cheeks begin to fluster and she tried her hardest to keep it well hidden. "Ummmm, the door passed through me?" she said, debating whether she would leave him feeling crazy or admit that the door had passed through her. It would make her feel more relaxed, in case she did it again, but the sudden spotlight on her made her want to blink invisible. She with held the urge and decided not to make him feel crazy.
"Yeah, I might have. It's part of who I am," she said, refraining from using the word 'mutant'. Amongst other mutants, it was not much of a big deal, she could say it without feeling like it was a derogatory term, but when she spoke with anyone she was unsure of their gene line, she felt mutant was almost insulting.
Sam commented on the temperature pun she had made and something odd happened. She felt the air around her cool down just slightly, simply enough to tingle at her skin. She smiled, appreciating the cooler air instead. He mentioned he was not that much into jazz, to which Fade shook her head in a sort of agreement. "Yeah, I don't listen to Jazz as a primary music choice, but it's a nice place to go to, it just sets a cooler mood," she said, ignoring that she mentioned the temperature pun again. "Then again, I'm not much into the whole lots of dancing ladies and everyone pushing through each other to get to the bar. I used to do that when I was younger, but I think I'm slowly growing out of it."
He set a time, eight or nine. The Jazz place had dinner options, but arriving that late usually just meant some sort of appetizer and cocktails, which was perfectly fine with Fade. "That sounds great!" she said, her mind trailing to transportation. They could go with a taxi, but if they were going to drive there, well, it should be Sam who drives, not just because Fade did not have a car but because she never learned how to drive either. Yes, taxi or Sam driving was best, unless they wanted to walk or ride bikes, which was a loud, resounding no.
MRO, unfortunately, my grandmother had a heart attack and she has been hospitalized. The doctors say it is severe enough to debate whether or not surgery will help, so I will be out here, with limited connectivity until everything settles down, but I really don't know how long that will be, so please, bear with me and with Ahorta.
Aurum was following, a little bit slower, which was suprising that a girl in street clothes was moving a bit faster than a man in jogging clothes. A little funny actually. Was she really in good shape though? She did not expect to run that fast, maybe it was all those sessions in the Danger Room. "I am? Hmmm, it must be all the trips to the gym," she said, careful not to say Danger Room instead of gym. Fade moved through the middle of the bus, looking for two seats together. That was the problem with bus rides, people spread out enough to make sure they weren't too close to anyone else while taking up enough seats to make it hard to find two together.
Though she expected the bus driver would wait for everyone to sit down, she forgot that only yellow school buses did that. The bus jerked forward, which made her suddenly lean forward a bit in an unbalanced moment. To catch herself, she placed one hand on the edge of the seat and the other on Aurum's arm. When she had balanced herself, she let go, slightly blushing. "Sorry, lost my balance." She found two seats together and sat down, taking up the window seat simply to speed up their seating time. She used to love the window seat when she was younger, she would draw on it with her breath as the canvas.
George Sand? Who was that? Fade's lack of education did kept her fairly limited on how many historical figures she knew about. For all she knew, George Sand could have been some famous dancer in the jungle that specialized on tapdancing upon elephants. Maybe she needed to watch more History and Discovery Channel specials. Perhaps that was how she could learn more without having to learn to read first. Yes, maybe shows were easier for a woman in her position. Still, she took the book and opened it to the first few words, scanning over them. A few words stood out most to her, mostly the words that consisted of one letter and the most common words such as 'the', 'and', 'of', and 'his'.
"Hmmm, never heard of him," she said, flipping through the pages, not learning much from them. He asked her what class the paper was for, which was what she hoped he did not ask her. However, she had not spent the past few seconds simply hoping he wouldn't ask it, she was thinking of something broad enough to include George Sand and Marie Currie while still being a legit class. "Oh, it's more like an intro class. Intro to College-uh" oh no! What was the word?! "Writing," she ended, trying hard not to make it sound more like a question.
He did not seem like he wanted to make eye contact, which was fine with Fade. With her ever-changing eyes, anyone that stared into them for too long, they usually put two and two together and realized her green eyes eventually turned blue then purple then red or whatever other color they really felt like turning. She always figured that in order to turn invisible, she had to mimic every color around her to blend in, which was why her eyes went all haywire. Yet she had met another who had the 'blend in' power and it was different than that. It was interesting.
Someone interrupted with a small, studdering voice. Fade's presently green eyes rose to take in the person who had intruded on her decision making. Although she did not catch what he had said, she guessed that he needed to get by to put something away, so she looked to the shelf to see if she was in his way, moving slightly to step out of his way. But before she was even able to finish the step, he spoke again, this time she was able to catch what he had said. Marie Currie? Who was that? Confused, she looked down at the book in her hands and scanned for the nearest possible capital M. There it was, M-a-r-i-e. Though Currie was not printed next to it, Fade assumed it was because the constant use of the subject’s last name was not necessary this far into the book. It was obvious that Marie Currie was a person, so had she happened to pick up a biography? Sure, she could use the education, but she was sure learning a broad range of things and then diving into specific historical people would be a better idea.
”Oh,” she said, now realizing what she had picked up. Embarrassed, she felt her cheeks begin to color red and she felt the urge to blink into invisibility. She was in a public place though, she was not at the Mansion so she had no idea whether the man in front of her was a mutant or just another human. She could not risk visibility blinking around him, so she tried to settle her embarrassment by coming up with a story about why she was holding the book. ”Just trying to decide who I should write my paper on,” she lied. Of course, knowing her luck, he would ask her what kind of paper she had to write, so she decided to answer the question first, ”I can write on anyone really, it’s just a practice paper, really,” she said, closing the book slowly.
The man seemed shy, judging by the way he let his hair fall in front of his face like a veil to keep up an imaginary wall. She did not want him to feel like she did not enjoy his company, she was growing tired of searching for a good book to ‘read’ without looking like an illiterate young woman. ”So who would you suggest?” she asked, deciding to make their interaction into a conversation. She had not exactly met anybody new for the past couple of days and it seemed like the perfect opportunity.
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Living on the streets had taught Fade to take advantage of places open to the general public. These places included malls, libraries and museums. However, Fade hardly ever took advantage of libraries and museums. Perhaps if she had finished grade school and knew how to read without pause or understand what each exhibit or section of the library told what story. No, museums required money before entering, something she did not have enough to pay for silly stuff and libraries were full of books that she could not read. She only entered libraries when it was raining outside and she had no where else to go.
Those days were long over, ever since she found the Mansion, that glorious place that gave her a warm bed, a house full of mutant friends and that directed her down the right path of good morals. Though she had not mastered reading, she was getting better. It was a boring day, and what better way to spend it then to hide her attempts at learning how to read? She would have been too embarassed to admit to anyone at the Mansion that a 21 year old had never learned how to read. Truth be told, she should have learned when she was 16, but she was not admitted to the school as a student, she needed the place to stay and Tricity opened the school for her.
When Fade began fighting for the Mansion, she seemed to fall out of that 'yes, I'm here to study' category, especially with her special needs. Reading had become less of a priority and she was too embarassed to even teach herself amongst Mansion company. The library was not exactly swarming, but she doubted library patrons ever did that. She looked around, pulling random book after random book off of the shelf and passing judgement on it. Some of them were too long and too heavy, she needed to start with something light enough so she would not have too much difficulty, but heavy enough so no one gave her any weird looks. She doubted beginning with the Bernstein Bears would not call attention to herself.
She continued down the rows, trying to find a book that fit her needs and had an interesting book cover. There were some with women being passionately held by partially clothed men, which sort of made her blush with embarassment before returning the books. Other books were rather bland and large, they seemed to match the next few books around them, they were part of some sort of educational series. Curiously, she opened one of them and found pictures, enough pictures to let her know what the segment in the book was about. Confused on whether she should pick that to read, she stood awkwardly in front of the empty slot in the bookshelf, holding the book open while resting it on her hip. Her eyes scanned the book, flipping a few of the pages every now in then to decide whether she was satisfied with this choice.
He commented on how the weather was interesting. Sure, the weather was interesting on some days. Take for example, when it suddenly starts hailing and raining out of no where, Fade noticed the weather. Or what about when it was extremely pretty outside and the sun just seemed to dance on people's eyes like that cute little sparkle? That was when the weather was interesting to Fade. Never-the-less, she appreciated the ice breaker. "Right, I gotcha," she smiled, recomposing herself.
"Oh don't use a pencil, you can erase lead. Use a pen, in fact, you can go ahead and sharpie me into your schedule," she joked, looking to see what his reaction to her joke would be. He complimented her again, she was getting better at hiding her blushes, if only just a little better each time. Where would they go? Was he 21 yet? She sort of always assumed he was, she was sure he was of legal drinking age. There were a few bars around they could try, but she did not like the noisy bars, not when she was with someone. "There's this jazz bar I think is pretty fun, it's not like noisy or anything, just sort of jazz music and a cool setting," she suggested. She did not mean cool like 'awesome' she meant it like blue, like light blue lights and just a feeling of cool as in not entirely cold.
The count was at a close call: losing her first ice cream cone was a minor inconvience, but having it replaced by a very attractive New Yorker who now gave her something to do for the day, much better. Truth be told, she had never gone to the Statue of Liberty with anyone, she would just go by herself to clear her mind. Before she mastered her phasing, she would pick the locks to go higher, now she just climbed the giant statue.
He mentioned the bus, apparently he did not take his car out today. Fade on the other hand, did not have a car, much less knew how to drive it. Raph had tried teaching her, but he disappeared before she could really get it down. She lived her life on the streets, there was no need for a car unless she wanted traffic. Buses were much faster in the city. She looked over to see the bus starting to pull away and Aurum turned to her to ask if they should run. It was more of a 'we should run, but I'm being polite so I'll ask'. She smiled and started moving her feet. Oh yes, this is what those Danger Room sessions gave her, quick feet. "Race ya!" she said before moving quicker towards the bus. When she made it, the bus driver looked annoyed. He opened the door, which sort of swung out so quickly it bumped her shoulder. Without even realizing she did it, she phased the rest of her shoulder through the door, glaring at the bus driver for sort of pushing her with the door. It was a small show of her power, but not enough to make anyone really notice, not unless they were glaring at her as hard as the bus driver. He did not seem to mind much about it, a New York bus driver had seen far worse. She looked behind her to make sure Aurum was there and smiled a "phew."
He did not release her hand immediately, nor did he release it subtly. Instead, he continued to hold her hand for a few more steps and he squeezed it lightly before letting go, as if to say 'we'll continue this later'. She smiled lightly as to not give away entirely how she was feeling. Sure, she had done this whole flirting this before...about three years ago when Raphael was still around. She'd allowed herself to get tangled up enough that when he disappeared, she spent much too long on the street looking for him. He left her on a cliffhanger, she never did learn what happened to him, hardly even heard his name mentioned by his old comrades. One thing was for sure, she was not going to react like that again, she was too good at straying from the path.
Her currently purple eyes darted to Sam for a moment, telling herself that he would not up and disappear. No, he was different, right? Who said anything had to come of this? She didn't mind if something did follow, but she wasn't going to push the buttons. No, she had learned just to move with the flow of things. The more you squeeze, the more it slips away, right? Her grip on the situation was as gentle as when she held his hand. He mocked a light bark and she laughed, debating on whether she should rustle his hair. Maybe that was just for dogs, most people either got scared from her talons running through their hair or they freaked out even more when she phased them through and the understanding that phased talons were moving back and forth through someone's brain settled in. No, a taloned woman had limited options when rustling through another's hair.
Bruno trotted back over, giving up his chase of the squirrel and Sam mentioned something about the weather. Fade pursed her lips together, but she couldn't help it. A laugh escaped her tightly sealed mouth and soon she burst out laughing. It was not to embarass him, but she was shocked he mentioned the weather. "Oh com'on, Sam, I would have expected an interesting, attractive, ice sculptor like yourself would have something else to mention," she expelled the last bits of her laughter out before recomposing herself. Now that she thought about it, it was a little rude to laugh like that about his mention of the weather. "Sorry, that was rude. I just meant...uh..." she struggled to think of something better to say, but the only thing that came to mind now was the weather. Time for Plan B. "Do you wanna go out to the city tonight?"
Apparently he was ready to go at that moment. A little shocked, Fade raised an eyebrow, but quickly pasted a smile on her face. Well, her agenda did not include the Statue of Liberty on it, but then again, it did not really have anything planned for the day. Today was meant to be a day to relax and go where the wind took her, and it seemed like Aurum was the wind. "Uhhh, yeah, yeah, I'd love to now," she said, lowering her eyebrow to its average position above her eye. At the mention of his clothes, she took another look, though the sight of the gold sweat had never exactly left her peripheral vision.
"I don't mind if you don't," she shrugged. It was one of the positives to being a mutant, not fitting in seemed to be more normal, so 'slobby' sweats to the Statue of Liberty, though most others would chose other options for their wardrobe, it did not bother Fade at all. She crunched through to the end of her ice cream and exhaled the cold taste from her lips in a nice sigh. "That was very good ice cream, thank you again for replacing mine."
Sam passed her another compliment and Fade tried her best to keep it from blushing through her cheeks, but yet again, she was prey to his charms. She watched him stand up, still debating on whether to at least offer and hand to help him up, but she decided he was pretty much up on his feet already, what good would one hand do? Then her question was answered rather quickly. He offered his hand to her, to guide her down the last step. Smiling softly, she accepted his hand and lightly put her own on top of it, claws and all. Though it had taken her many years to get used to allowing her claws to be visible, the sight of her holding an unclawed hand made her feel slightly self-conscious and she considered turning her claws invisible again. If she were to do that, however, it would hide who she truly was, and it seemed like Sam was the only person she could truly be herself around.
"Or maybe I'm just taking you out for a walk," she replied teasingly. The moment the words settled in her mind though, she mentally scolded herself for being so corny, hopefully he would take it as the playful flirt instead of the random reply to something that was not a question. He complimented her bacon again and she smiled...again. "Thank you, I had to read the instructions a few times, I'm usually the worst cook," she sort of lied. It was true, she was probably one of the worst cooks in the Mansion, but she didn't exactly read the instructions, how could she if she hadn't fully learned how to read? Rather, she looked up a cooking video on youtube to help her out some. "We shall," she said, unsure whether they would be continuing this walk hand in hand or if it was just a 'last step' sort of support.