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 was enjoying her ice cream when he asked if she wanted to go. Now? She took a few moments to blink as she flipped through the non-chalant question. Well, sure, who wouldn't want to go to the Statue of Liberty with a very good looking, ice cream loving New Yorker? Who cares if she had just met him. He did not really seem like the 'wrong type' and it would be nice to go back. Was it a date? She quickly shook her mind from that topic, no, they were just going to the Statue of Liberty.
"Well yeah, sure, I'd love to," but she was unsure if he meant today or a different day. She did not have anything to do that day, the Mansion was relatively settled down, as much as a school full of learning and growing mutants could be settled down, that is. "Today? Now? Or do you have somewhere to be?" she asked, looking back at his golden sweats. Maybe he was just jogging before heading off to a meeting or work or a date. Fade bit a piece of her ice cream cone off and mentally growled at the crunching noise in her mouth.
She watched as Aurum debated whether the material was strong enough to make a paper airplane. Past experiences told the red head napkins were only good at flying short distances when crumpled up into small napkin balls. She laughed when he decided they could not make all of their extra napkins into paper airplanes. ”Well, they could be used if you ever went on a boat to the Statue of Liberty, you could use the napkin to wave goodbye to everyone on land,” she smiled, the scene playing over in her mind. Perhaps only children or the elderly would actually take the time to wave back, but it was always fun to pretend. She redirected her attention back to her company as he saved another stain from happening. Fade began to laugh again, becoming all too confident that her new ice cream cone would not drip on it.
Then it hit her cold and wet, a big wet drip of ice cream landed on her knee and she jumped a little from the shock. Quickly, she grabbed a napkin and wiped it off, trying to lick her ice cream down to the same level as the cone so it had a lesser chance of leaking onto her clothes again. ”Well, it’s certainly something. I wouldn’t justify it as ‘that worth it’, but it’s one of those thing New Yorkers over look and it’s nice just to go there and relax. Well, relax if you can get away from all of the tourists with cameras glued to their faces,” she shrugged. It was never hard for her to dodge the crowds of tourists, then again, it was her mutation. She was still unsure on how Aurum felt about mutants, so she would not feel comfortable sharing those secrets with him. Should she slip in a question that caused him to spill the beans on his view on her ‘species’? No, those were never subjects to be rushed, she just needed to keep her focus away from all of that political nonsense.
So I've been pretty sick lately and nice and bed ridden but when I was flipping through the channels, I noticed a whole lot of News channels, which got me thinking about a different plot for MRO. Here is what I'm thinking:
Elections are coming up for the new Mayor/Senator/Representative/President and there are three primary candidates.
One of the candidates is average, a man with a humble past who rose to power and wealth through long lines of weathy family members and talked his way into one of the spots for that legislative/executive position. He's a good man and he has strong propositions but does not exactly address the mutant situation firmly. It makes voters very unsure about how he would run the state/country.
The second is a mutant. His power consists of memory. He can extract information from others without them speaking it to him, however, he only extracts information not emotions or opinions reflecting on these. It keeps his head on straight and gives him the facts he needs to know to get the job done. Many investigators have been trying to figure out the limitations of his powers and many feel threatened that he is lying about the inability to read people's minds. To the mutant population, he's a strong candidate who only wishes others to view mutants as another branch of humanity and wishes them to move forward with humans and help each other as Americans instead of different species.
The third candidate has radical ideas about how to deal with mutants, and none of them are beneficial to the mutant population. He agreed with the Mutant Registration Act and believes that every mutant should be watched to ensure they are not using their powers for the wrong reasons. He believes that humans were here first and should fight for dominance over the mutant population. He believes that mutants are dangerous and has done countless research studies to find instances where mutants area danger to society. He believes they should be sectioned off, not in camps like before, but in their own area, away from humans to be with each other and not affect the progress humanity has been making for the past century.
What would this entail? This would include protection details for Candidate B, the mutant candidate. I can see factions working together to protect this mutant and try to get him elected or at least viewed as a good choice for an election if not now, in the future. Candidate B will need publicity and all other help from those trying to get him elected and definitely needs protection from the anti-mutant societies.
Candidate C will also need protection, but in a different manner. Radical mutants who find violence is the answer will be after Candidate C either with force or manipulation. If radical mutant groups succeed in ending Candidate C's life or making him incapable of continuing in his campaign, all eyes will be on the mutant population and they will once again be targetted for taking those approaches to stop him from being elected.
Candidate A is not so much of a worry as he is really the neutral party. Mutant or human violence groups would only be after him to be elected if something happened to their first choice (if the mutant were harmed, mutants would want A to be elected instead of C and vice versa). This would open a chance for mutants to make themselves known to try to support B or they would hide behind their voting ballots and simply pick B. It is a different plot in that it tries to bring the factions together in the public view (without mentioning each is part of a faction), but it would be political with some fighting involved, dangers, diplomacy, speeches and mobs.
How does that sound? I don't think there has been a plot like this, correct me if I am wrong.
Never been to the Statue of Liberty? What New Yorker had never been there?! Then again, it was quite the tourist attraction, in the long boat rides of people visiting the Statue, only about 5% of them are actually from New York. The only excuses to go to the Statue if you lived in New York was either for research or it was a date. Fade herself had been countless times. She even climbed it all the way to the top and sat on one of the spikes. It was not one of her smarter ideas since it was a windy, cold day, but she had her claws firmly intigrated in the copper to keep her from falling off.
"Really, you'll need to go some day. It's not much when you see it up close since you see it all the time from office buildings or sidewalks along the edge of the city, but it's interesting to stand it and look back at the city from a different angle. Really, you should go," she smiled, taking another chunk of her ice cream with an impatient bite. Some of his ice cream dripped down his arm and Fade looked around to find her purse before nearly smacking herself on the forehead. She never carried a purse, she always lost them. Still, purses definitely held napkins, along with chapstick, breath mints and emergency make up. Less than an eighth of a woman's purse actually carried monetary value.
"Hang on," she said, pulling herself off the bench before he could dissuade her. She darted up to the ice cream vendor and took a napkin while he nodded to her, his face lit up for a second under the impression that she was going to buy yet another ice cream cone. When she returned, she looked down and saw she grabbed quite a few napkins, maybe ten, and really only one or two was needed. Still, just in case anything else that needed cleaning occurred, they had some spares. "Here, sorry, I'm not much of a purse girl, I always leave them places," she smiled, using the napkin to wipe the ice cream from his hand. The pants on the other hand, "You might want to wipe your own pants," she laughed, passing him one.
It was odd. The man claimed he had never been a toon but then he used 'lol' as a term in conversation. Now she had heard some pretty odd words used in Toon Town but never 'lol'. Was it a human word she was unfamiliar with? Even working at the bar as a singer, she still needed to learn a lot more human words. They called her Doll, which she was obviously a Toon, they called her Sweets, which she was not edible, they called her Toots, which she believed to either be slang for a Tootsie Roll or some sort of reference to her rear. No matter, human words were complicated and did not have an elaborate Toon action to let the audience know what it meant.
John continued on after introducing himself as such and Jessica followed, for only a second before she felt something pound her head with aweful force. She leaned back, grabbing her head, groaned and blinked. What happened? She looked down at herself, she was still in her Halloween costume and others were still in their's, so there was no way she had gotten drunk and blacked out. She didn't even drink that night, not yet, she didn't remember even getting to where she was going. Had she been drugged? Was this the doing of a mutant? Looking around, there were other people holding their heads, at least she did not appear to be the only victim in this odd case.
Someone near her asked where Kealey and Shin were and Fade's vision snapped in his direction. He knew Shin and Kealey? She wondered if they knew what was going on. Following the man she had never met before, she sure enough stumbled across her X-Friends. Happy to see the familiar faces, even if her head was still a bit tussled up, she smiled and greeted them. "Hey, Shin, Kealey, and um, friend of Shin and Kealey's." She was unsure of how to address him seeing as how she did not know his name yet. Then again, she had not said her's. "I'm Fade," she correctively directed to the new friend.
Being an invisible, phasing mutant had it's many advantages. When she was younger, she surveyed the building while invisible, just seeing what short cuts she could take to get places. For example, she knew what walls to walk through to get to the pool no matter from what floor and she knew exactly which window was her's, so if she ever wanted to climb the wall to get to her room, she wouldn't accidently end up in somebody else's room. She wanted to be speedy but she knew that the steps she would need to take to make it to her room would take longer than the actual changing process. So she decided to take a short cut, once she was not near Sam. Unfortunately, most people did not like her phasing through ceilings and walls, it set them on edge, like she would suddenly appear in their room without creaking the door open or stepping on any loose floorboards.
Sam agreed to change as well and gave her a meeting time and place before exiting the kitchen. When he was a good few steps away, Fade climbed up on the counter and turned invisible. No, it was not a good idea to stand on the kitchen counter, but who would know if they never saw her do it? Once on the counter, she reached up and jumped, grabbing a hold of the ceiling with her raptor talons. She then began to swing her legs back and forth until she had enough momentum to phase through the ceiling. It had been a while since she tried that move, so she landed with a slight discomfort on her back. Pulling herself to her feet, she walked down a few doors, did a bit more phasing and landed smack dab in the middle of her room.
Her clothes were ferociously stuffed in her dresser, but her favorites were always on top and she grabbed her black and white Beatles V-Neck and threw on some pants, socks and shoes. Although her raptor talons on her feet made it hard for her to wear shoes, she learned that wearing shoes that fit her feet and having her talons stick out of them was the best idea, especially when she needed to use them. Within a minute or so, she had dressed and decided to take the long way back downstairs, just in case she ran into him through all of her phasing. She walked down the stairs and arrived at the door, dressed and ready to go. A dog barked from the other side and she opened the door to find Sam sitting on one of the steps and Bruno chasing after a few squirrels.
"Ready?" she asked, certain Bruno probably did not need a leash since this entire yard belonged to the Mansion. With that, she walked down the stairs and turned to face Sam, slightly higher than him simply because she was standing on a lower step than he was sitting. Another small debated grew in her mind. Should she offer him a hand to get up? Didn't guys do that for girls? A girl doing it in return usually just meant they wanted to touch because there was no way Fade was strong enough to pull him up. Finally, she decided to just smile at him and wait for him to stand up on his own, still uncertain of how this whole 'flirting' game even worked.
Of course. Of course if she gave a broad term of her career field, her barista, lawyer friend would want to narrow it down. "Well at times, I work with the police. I'm not a detective or private investigator really but if need be, I'll help out the force," she shrugged. She did not really handle all of the paperwork or legal documents and had no idea if really she was allowed to do what she did. Citizen's justice was better than no justice at all.
He enjoyed reading. If Fade ever learned how to read at her age level, maybe it would have become a passion of her's, but unfortunately, she was not the most educated person in the city. The part about how he enjoyed detective stories definitely explained why he was curious about what she did. It would have made much more sense if she could just tell him she was a mutant that could turn invisible, but she was afraid of how he felt towards mutants, so she remained silent on the matter. "Other than running into men and getting them to buy me ice cream?" she laughed. "Well I enjoy rock climbing the most and I like watching movies as well. Sometimes, I like to get lost, like on purpose, and then try to find my way home, just to see places I've never seen."
He was nice, he at least tried a little to make it seem like Jenny was not a boring name. What was a barista? Fade's past jobs were never exactly jobs. Even the one she worked at the moment, she did not exactly have a precise title. He worked with the law as well, that much she understood. Lately, the law had been a big help for her. And just as she hoped he wouldn't, he flipped the question on her. "Oh, um, investigative work," she said, landing on her answer firmly. Hopefully, he wouldn't ask any further.
She crossed her legs and leaned back into the bench. Though she did not think he was a mutant, she was comfortable around him. Though she had spent the last few years defending the human race, she had really not spent that much time with them. Sure, she had lived on the streets before, but since she started working with the X-Men, she saw humans less and less. She needed to get out more often. It was never good to become alienated from the people you've sworn to protect. "So what do you like to do other than eat ice cream and jog around Central Park?"
Everyday, there's something new to learn, right? For example, Fade most certainly did not know that Aurum was the latin word for Gold, or anything in latin for that matter, English was hard enough for her without the proper education and it's her first and only language. Still, she liked the name. Maybe she'd enjoy her name more if it mean something, but she was unaware if it meant anything other than 'that girl'. "Aurum, I like it, it's not typical and boring like Jenny," she smiled.
He asked if they could find a bench, which was perfectly fine with the redhead. She shifted her eyes around the park, looking for somewhere to sit down. There were a few places where rock formations had risen above the grassline and plenty of smaller children were having fun running across them, but there were some benches just down the walk a little bit. They were only a few feet away. "Yes we can, I'm a little sore from working out earlier today," she agreed. Her morning in the Danger Room definitely woke her up and prepared her for the day, though she could feel the burn in her calves.
"So what do you do then, for a living?" she asked, unsure if that was too forward of a question. It was a basic enough question, but if it were to be reversed on her, what would she reply with? She did not really have a job, at least not one she could say outloud. 'Oh yes, I'm an X-Man and I work with NYPD using my mutant powers to keep humans safe from other humans or mutants.' No...it did not really sound that great saying to someone she had only just learned their name.
Where had her manners gone? Had they fallen out of her hand with her cold ice cream? Perhaps, but it was no excuse to carry on a semi conversation without actually knowing his name or even informing him of her name! At the moment, though, she could make it wait another second for an actual lick of her ice cream. Truth be told, she only got to taste the bit that was dripping down her arm from her last ice cream so she was all too ready to eat it. After a couple licks, she stopped and looked back to him.
"By the way, I'm-" she nearly tripped over her words. She had become so accustomed to introducing herself as Fade, but she had to use the name Jenny when she was unsure of another's mentality on mutants. Mutants were known for taking codenames and saying that her name meant to turn invisible was probably not the best idea for a new acquantance. "Jenny," she finally ended, trying to come up with a reason why it took her so long to say it. She did not use her last name because, quite frankly, she used it so little, she occassionally forgot it. Was it McGee? McDonalds? McCul...McCullen! Well, she had already ended it with Jenny, no sense in adding a last name unless she wanted to sound like Forrest Gump.
He assured her he had the time and that she wasn't holding him up for anything. Well that was good, she'd hate to make him run late for something...pun intended in every way. "Well, if you're sure, she smiled, walking along side of him towards the ice cream cart. What had she ordered last time? Cookie dough? Cookie bites? Cooooookie Crisp? When she reached the vendor, she immediately remembered what he had suggested, but before she could speak up, the vendor spoke.
"Drop your ice cream? Was it Cookies and Cream?" he asked, knowing full well it was. Fade had been his last customer so of course he remembered. She nodded as he pulled out a cone and began scooping another one. She looked back to her ice cream buyer, wondering if it was polite to offer him some ice cream if he was paying for it. Deciding to take her chances, she spoke up, "Do you want any ice cream?" hopefully, he wouldn't take it as 'want some ice cream since you're paying for it?' And would rather take it as her asking if he'd join her in eating ice cream.
Her currently green eyes took him in rather quickly. Jogging shoes, grey sweatpants and a zipped up gold jacket. She had to have been extremely stupid to not assess that he had been jogging when she abruptly stopped to save her clothes from cold, sticky ice cream. Then came his assessment of his face. Wow. Someone hot knocked something cold out of her hands. Well, she defintely felt herself much more flustered now that she realized just how amazing her ice cream assault criminal looked and she felt her cheeks color themselves pink. Suddenly, she felt the urge to turn invisible, just a little blink like what she did at the dance with Sam, but she resisted the involuntary urge. This was a public place and she was unsure whether he was a mutant or a human.
Oh no! What if he was not a mutant and he did not like mutants? She hated realizing that there were people like that in the world and she ran into them all the time outside of the Mansion. Taking a quick moment to glance down at her hands, she felt her body relax when she saw that her raptor talons were still invisible, simply giving her fingernails a metallic gray color. Her talons were the easiest to keep invisible as she spent most of her life keeping them invisible in the first place and they could phase before the rest of her body. She could make it seem like she did not have any talons if she really wanted to.
Her eyes on the other hand, now those might give her away if he notes her eye color at the moment and looks back after a minute to see them a light purple or steel grey or emerald green. "Yes, I'm fine and no, I stopped so suddenly to make sure my ice cream didn't drip all down my arm," she said, looking down at her ice cream as if she were remembering it betrayed her in the first place. He offered to buy her another cone and she thought about it for a moment before responding, "Oh, i'm sure I really didn't need that ice cream, maybe it was a sign to not eat it," she smiled. Still, he was offering and he was very good looking and now her mind had beem anticipating ice cream so she might as well take up his offer. "But sure, if you don't mind. I hope this doesn't make you late for anything else you have planned today. She picked up the ice cream and began to walk it to the nearest trash can.
Yup, that sounds great, Ahorta hates all those big celebrations and a giant floating turkey might just fall under at least one of her phobias. Shall I start it or would you like to?
There were a few transitions Fade was still jumping hurdles over when she reached her twenties. First of which was the ability to legally drink, which meant she could go to bars, but she was still timid at such a location. Second of which, was her body. Growing had slowed down at this part, limiting her choice on junk foods. In her teenage years, eating anything and everything never made an impact on her weight, but now she found herself trying to slow down her junk food habits. At this moment, she found herself staring at an ice cream vendor in Central Park. You would think a park would be the perfect escape from junk food, right? The city had her cornered.
After a few mental moments of a gorey debate on whether she could use ice cream, she finally gave in and approached the ice cream vendor. He smiled at her, waiting for her to pick what she wanted and she looked at the flavors. Unfortunately, at this point, her ability to read had not developed much further. She could make out a few of the flavors, but she did not enjoy standing still while mentally sounding out the flavors. Maybe she should have stayed in school. It wasn't her fault her foster parents made her leave. Feeling embarassed and slightly desperate, she asked the vendor what his favorite flavor was. He told her it was cookies and cream and she settled her mind on it. She loved cookies and cream but she did not know how to spell it perfectly.
"I will have a scoop of that in a waffle cone, please," she smiled, rumaging in her pockets for her wallet. She hated purses, she always left them behind. It was better with a wallet. It was fairly inexpensive considering that it was in New York, but then again, everything seemed much cheaper when she stopped stealing and realized that she could have just paid only $6.43 for an ice cream cone instead of taking it while invisible. The good girl life wasn't bad at all. He passed her the cone and she paid him, depositing the change in her jacket pocket. Now she just needed to find some shade. She located a nice tree with a bench under it just 30 feet away and began to walk towards it.
After a few steps, a cold sensation stung her arm and she looked down to see the cone dripping ice cream down to her hand. The drip was moving rather quickly and she abruptly stopped in her tracks and brought her hand up to her mouth to obstruct the ice creams freezing trail her with her tongue. Just as she caught the drip with the tip of her tongue, she felt the weight of another person collide into her back and she stumbled forward. There were two choices. She could either save her ice cream and ruin her clothes or drop her ice cream and keep herself from falling into the soft grass. The decision was quick and she dropped her ice cream cone and extended her arms to rebalance her body, barely remaining standing. After the initial instinctive movements to keep herself standing had settled and her heartrate slowed a little, she began to laugh, channeling all of her sudden emotions and responses into laughter. Still laughing, she turned to see what had happened, completely forgetting about her ice cream cone.
