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.
He offered up his hand for her to read and she took it and laid it in her hands. Tracing his previous movements, she ran her fingers over the different lines, acting like she knew what she was doing. In truth, she had no clue, and it was obvious, but it was better to act confident then to just stumble around. "Hmmm, this is your life line right?" she asked, running her hands over what she could remember he ran his fingers over, but it could have been the wrong one.
Acting with an air of confidence, although it was sort of a mocking joking tone, she was not mocking him though. "Well, your lifeline is red, which would say you are a rather red guy and you've had red in your life," she said through a smile as she tried to hold back, but it showed through quite vibrantly. "There, you're turn," she said, still curling her fingers around his lifeline like he did to her.
"What do you see in your lifeline?" She did not know about breaks and disturbances. Wait, didn't detectives use prints to tell a murderer's profile? Or was that just for fingerprints? Maybe she should go to school, but at this age, she just felt it was too late. She was never meant for office work, she was a reconniassance mutant and that was what she would do for the rest of her life.
He lifted her hand, a movement that seemed to gently but suddenly leap into her territory, but she had pretty much given him permission, so she did not say anything or pull back her hand. First line he pointed to was her Loveline. Oh great, that one must look like butchered roadkill these days. What love did she have to speak of? Raph? Surely he was the only love she had experienced, but she had no love for her family, she did not even know them. The only family she had were her cousins Amp and Vibe and guess what, they were the badguys. It's hard to fight the only family you have left, so it was more of a 'I can do this better' competition than battles.
Next came her head line, it should be a headblob considered just how undereducated she was. Everyone kept offering to teach her how to read, she could read a menu at McDonalds and so far that was good enough for her. Since she did not have an education, it would have to be her creativity that triumphed, made sense. But instead of saying all this, she just said "Mhm." Adventurous? Sometimes a tad bit too adventurous, she'd need to slow down to rejoin the X-Men.
He noticed the break early in her life, the tramatic experiences, it was a good thing she did not have words etched into her lifeline that he could read or it would say "CRAZY" all over her hand. Or maybe it would just say "ouch". It was rather interesting hearing all of this. Yes, her intentions were good, but it was a matter of nature vs nuture. When she had lived out on the streets, she learned how to steal, how to do bad, now she actually learned that what she had done was bad and she needed to follow other people's advice and examples or she would go right back to that lifestyle, which she had already done once.
He took her hand and began to caress it, running his fingers up and down hers, it tingled, it tingled a lot. In fact, no one had really touched her like that for the past year or so and it was like getting used to it all over again, though she never got used to it in the first place. Oh grande! She could feel the blush pricking her cheeks and she tried to hold it back, but the hand caress tingled so much! She stiffled a laugh by biting her lower lip but it was a close call.
Uh-oh, she probably should not have heard the last bit. It was a constant moral debate, do things her way or do them the right way and this one suggested she do it her way, which had only lead to trouble. Maybe she would develop a new way? It was all much too confusing. He gave her back her hand, which still tingled and she rubbed a cold margarita hand over it, hoping to settle the feeling down, but it didn't and she turned to staring at her toes before staring back up at him.
It was almost like the little red riding hood scene. Oh my, Venus, what big muscles you have! All the more strength to sweep you up into my arms. Oh my, Venus, what a broad face you have! All the more cunning to smother you with it. Oh my, Venush, what... the thoughts immediately ended. What the hell was she thinking? This was why she stayed clear of being touched, her adrenaline would pump too fast.
"And have you ever figured yourself out?" she said, trying to think of something other than sitting there like an idiot with her mind wandering.
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The two mutants who fought back must have been Morphia and Jewel, they had come into the Infirmary rather beaten, but still alive. It was quite an interesting story as Fade had robbed a jewelry store before, only no humans were harmed and it was solely to sell and get money for food. What had happened to crime these days? Any crimes Fade had committed were to keep her alive. Confusion hit her, what did she mean? The human wanted her to attack him? That seemed rather far-fetched, what human would want that? It was not like Fade ran around telling human rights activists that she was a mutant.
"Mhm, I bet that's what all your victims say," she said, still confused. A few more swings with the girl's blades and Fade was back on the ground again. Maybe she needed to research air conditioning vents, that obviously was not one since it was on a roof, but she could not research if she could not even read. Maybe she needed to tackle that project first. Fade had lived a tough life because of her mutation, but she was not one to play the violin to it.
"Sorry about your friends, but we all used to be humans too," she said. Even when she was a human, she had lived a terrible life. She did not even gain her power until after her parent's death and her kidnapping. This world was not nice to anyone, mutants or humans and all of the clashing just seemed to get worse.
After stating her beliefs about the bed before night time, she saw his face light up with curiosity and she only wondered what was going through his mind. Still, it was probably not a good thing for her to know, she could not imagine just what telepaths had to keep secret and what thoughts they had to push back so they would not get too disturbed. How would a telepath handle a relationship? Ugh, it was a good thing she could not read his mind.
When he tried to tempt her more, thoughts began racing through her head. Well, if she just got him up there and gave him the paint and told him ideas, she would not be doing it. Technically, if she were invisible, she would not even be an accomplice, she would only be - oh stop that! It was bad enough that she had snuck into the bar to drink illegally, now she did not have to come up with excuses for vandalism. "Tempting, maybe I will take you up on that," she said, leaving it open for interpretation. What was she getting into? Whatever, she just nearly died! She could relax.
When she lifted the glass to have some more, she realized she was empty and ordered another. At this rate, she would be saying yes to anything he suggested, thank you alcohol. He took some more of his drink and brushed her hand on the way up or down, she could not remember, but the simple touch from a man made her blood rush, which probably was not the best idea for now, but it felt great to know that her blood was pumping. A little red built up behind her cheeks and she attempted to swallow it down with the first sip of her new drink.
Her fortune? Turning to the red one, she placed one hand in her lap, the other was curled around her drink and she smiled out of curiosity. Great, the alcohol was sort of kicking in now, just a little bit more relaxed. "No, I don't think I have. Can you tell me my fortune?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked directly at Venus for what seemed like the first time.
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Oh too much had happened over the past few days. She had run into people that seemed to recognize her, ran into someone who was just as confused about why his body acted the way it did, but that was a kid...then an adult...then who knows? Maybe it was just him getting used to his mutation? No, this was different, she was getting used to somebody else's mutation. Honestly, she did not know how it would go over that she was entering the Mansion, she was not exactly herself. Who was she? She never got his name.
One hope was that her body was being occupied by someone who was unconsous, or maybe she just needed to go back to her own room before she could change. Could it possibly be a test to ensure she was ready to give up all of the crimes she had done in the past? Was this the test she needed to pass to get back on the X-Team? It seemed highly impossible, but maybe. One thing was for sure, being out on the street as someone else was too tempting to do something, it was too tempting to break her morals, so she needed to get back to the Mansion. Would they accept her though?
Since she did not know how to drive, nor did she know if this man even had a car, she took a cab to the Mansion, paying with some change she had in her pocket. If she knew where he kept his wallet, she could figure out who he was then, but she did not know where that was, then again, she did not look. When the taxi pulled up, she got out, payed the driver and pressed the buzzer, hoping to talk to someone who knew her well enough to recognize that it was her. If it had happened to the Mansion too, then she needed to sneak in somehow. And since she did not have her powers, this would be rather difficult.
Another laugh escaped her lips. He was even fun when she was sober, typically, she was not up for this sort of conversation, especially after she lost her dearest Raph. Still, it had been well over a year, had it been a year and a half? Had it been two years? How long would she torment herself about this? It had to end, but maybe after a few more shots, then she'd have the courage to act like it was nothing.
She did not know exactly how to respond to his bed question, so she spoke truthfully. "I can't do anything in a bed except sleep until nightfall!" she admitted. That part was certainly true, she was used to getting up whenever she felt like it, and the mornings were never a time that she jumped out of bed and said Well, I think it's time to have some fun! Chances were, if she tried anything in bed with anyone while she was still tired, she's probably just fall asleep on top of them! Now that was an interesting mental image.
A night of petty crime. Again, he had hit a spot that she was trying to heal. Although this was not a sore spot, she was still trying to get back into the X-Men, she could not go running around causing crimes, even if they were petty. It was awfully tempting, but she had never had a good life outside of the Mansion, she could not put all of that up for debate now. "Maybe it would be fun, I'm trying to shape up though, just ignore that you see the alcohol in front of me," she said, taking another sip. The Mansion was probably not for underage drinking, but that was not as bad as climbing a building and spraypainting all over the top of it. She still did not even know how she would get him up there in the first place.
Still, she had maybe just given herself away as an X-Man, and this place seemed a little unfavoring of X-Men, considering all the fights occurring around. Hopefully, that would not get her into a fight, she was not much in the mood for swinging fists tonight.
Great, he was one of those hopeless romantics. That would be been just fine, but she always had loved the sort of bad guy look. While Raph was an X-Man and he was a great and very good man, he was a cage fighter and such, so he had some side of him that was not all flowers. Then again, what the hell was she thinking? He was in a bar for goodness sake! The words that followed seemed to just place him as a horndog, which made Fade laugh. "Well, glad I caught your attention," she smiled.
As for the sheets, should could not help but imagine what it would be like if Venus were to roll over in his sleep. She would be squashed like a bug! Well, not really, I suppose she would just phase through the bed and huff and puff out of there, but still, with her heart working the way it was, it was not a good idea to be squashed. "You'd be in bed so early? Even if you had someone to cuddle with? It's too early for me to lay in bed," she shrugged, knowing what he meant, but it was always fun to toy around for a while.
The mental image of Venus climbing a building with her caused another smile to weave it's way across her face. When Fade climbed a building, she was invisible, so no one freaked out at the site, and she phased with her claws. Unless Venus wore a giant camo blanket and had those suction cups on his hands and feet, she doubted he could keep up. "Maybe we'll find a way to get you to do that." Unfortunately, Fade had never been in an art class, so she had no clue how to paint. "I've never painted before. Maybe I've tried some graffiti, but that's the closest I've ever gotten."
He was most certainly a talker and he had every possible excuse to look her over more and more. The 'you look familiar' thing had been a good choice, and a little less embarassing, if truth be told. She would have blushed at the comment of how she could be into advertising, but instead she laughed. It was not a laugh because she thought she was ugly, it was a laugh because she imaged herself selling Venus razors, since his name had reminded her of the commercial. It would be pretty funny. 'Even a mutant has to shave,' it would read, not too catchy.
"Thank you, but I've never been the acting type," she nodded. There were plenty of other things that she was good at, like hiding, not broadcasting her face to the world. Amused, she leaned back in her stool and began to think. "Well, you can place this to my face other than my name: I'm quite a nasty scoundrel and if you sound the alarm, I'll be out of here before you can even say 'commercial break'. I don't like long walks on the beach, but I enjoy climbing buildings and whatever else I can climb. Favorite color is, surprisingly enough, red, and the best feeling in the world to me is when you have just made your bed with fresh sheets and you get to snuggle underneath them."
Then again, having fresh sheets used to be rare for her, so it was a lovely surprise. "And yourself?" she inquired, lifting up her drink to sip from it. If only she was 21... oh how much fun she would have. Then again, it was just as much fun with invisibility and phasing powers.
