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.
"Trying to get my speed on my abilities. I t'ink I am doing better now." And then she was done stretching. She wasn't stretching because she was about to spar, she was stretching because it was a habit before going for her runs to do so.
"Been a bit, yes." She said as they headed outside. Once they did get out, assuming he would keep up, she took off at a run toward the woods. She was pretty quick on her feet, having been running every day since after Delilah was born.
"No, I do not want to talk about it. Who wants to talk about being drugged and helpless? I took care of him. Trust me. He won't mess wit' anot'er woman after what I did to him, not even his wife." She wasn't angry, but the topic was rather depressing.
"I had one night wit' someone just to feel like human again, free will. Happened a week or so after. Not seen him since. It could be him. Not happy t'at I might be... Pregnant... But will survive. Not kid's fault t'is happen."
She was drinking water heavily by the time someone started speaking to her... She sang well but the set was short. She continued to guzzle until the glass was empty, came up for air and then said, "T'ank you. I know was short but I come in last minute." The redhead shrugged some as she watched more water, no ice, filling her glass.
Her head turned once the glass was in her hand again, and she didn't really have a huge, shocked reaction when she realized that the person talking to her was a gifted. Xavia gave a nod, looking pretty tired for the moment, as she sat there sipping the cool but not cold water.
Again, the sipping turned into downing the water. Beads of sweat still rolling down her face. Goodness, but it was so warm! Or was it just the fact she was knocked up that had her feeling so freakin' warm?!
She cupped her hand over her face and gave a sigh. She pressed her lips together, staring at her mother for opening her mouth to Derek. She looked to Derek, then, and said in a very soft, very pointed voice, "I took care of him. Kendra was t'ere if you do not believe."
"My point! You no call police, you no ask for help from anyonwe. Never!" Her mother grumbled and started filling the sink with sudsy water.
Xavia closed her eyes. "It might not be his." And then she stood up and stormed off into the living room, snatching a pillow up and curling up with it. "Drop it. Please." She muttered under her breath.
"Oh, you met Kendra. She is lovely!" And knew what happened since she had been there. But Xavia would remain tight lipped about it, should it be asked about again. She declined on the cookie since she did not eat sweets much, but said, "T'ank you."
She continued to eat the goulash until it was gone, and as she was about to get up, her mother came along and cleared dirty dishes. "Sit down. Bad enough you never tell me name of man who do to you what cause t'is. Why do you not do for you for once?!"
Xavia sighed, "Let it go, Mama."
Mama, after depositing the dishes in the sink turned around to look at Derek. "Tell her! She gets violated and still does not'ink. She no talk about it, she no sleep, she no even stay sitting to rest!"
"What is to tell?" She asked. She took a bite of her food and chewed the way people did when not hungry, but her mother had gone through the trouble of making a batch of vegetarian goulash for her, complete with tvp in place of meat.
"That is fantastic! I am so happy for you!" And she meant it. Even if that meant he was moving into another place besides her house. She ate another bite of food and seemed to relax now. There was just something about her mother's cooking that could do that to a person.
Xavia stabbed her spoon into her bowl, sighing. "It could be fluke but test says I am." She dropped the spoon to the side of the bowl and got up from her stool, raking her fingers through her hair. "You do not want answer." She said in a low voice, closing her eyes against the sudden, hazy vision of her behind that bar, pressed against the cold brick. Oh god.
She tugged on her lower lip, looking a bit haunted. Then she felt her mother gently push her back to her abandoned stool. She knew not to embrace Xavia until she was ready. Mama knew the truth, Xavia had cried to her after it had happened.
Mama shook her head and went to tend to the sleepy Delilah.
"How are t'ings?" Asked the younger woman, "Please."
"Been nice to sleep a little." She admitted. "Been rough. Not going to lie..." And she was about to reply to Derek about her saint of a mother, when that one came out of the bathroom, had Delilah go to the pile of pillows in one corner, went back into the bathroom and came rushing over to Xavia, rattling off quickly spoken Hungarian and waving around the pregnancy test that Xavia had taken before her nap.
Xavia kind of paled a little and took the test. She looked at it, then dropped her hand. It was like her fingers went numb, for the object soon clattered to the floor. Derek wpuld be able to see Mama was worried, not angry. The old woman picked up the thing and clutched it to her chest before slipping it into an apron pocket. Then she ladled a bowl of Goulash for Xavia. "Sit. Eat."
Xavia moved and sat heavily on a stool. She was far from hungry. She stared down at the bowl of food and was literally silent for a few minutes, and then finally said, "Yeah, she is wonderful. How are t'ings?"
The phone rang as she was just in her driveway. She unlocked the screen, answered, and heard a voice she had not heard in a while... It was the voice of her manager. "Listen, I really need you to take this gig. I had two acts cancel out on me already and you are reliable."
Xavia sighed and said, "I have not done it in a while. I am really busy lately and...."
"I know, but listen... The pay is pretty good and you also owe me. Plus, you are still under contract even though I let you get out of finishing tour all those years ago. Comer on, be a pal!"
"Fine... Where am I goin? What time?"
Later that day, it was already late in the evening. She sat in her dressing room, staring at the pregnancy test she had just used. Her lips pressed together at the answer that stared back at her. Then there was a knock on the door that broke the stare. She shoved the test into the bottom of her purse, made sure her girls weren't falling out of the bodice of the slinky red, silk number she wore, and she moved to the door to open it. The stage manager cued her to stage left.
Xavia was quite happy that this would only be four songs, somehow she was able to talk her manager into letting her open for someone else who was lined up last minute. After the sound check was performed, she moved to the old fashioned looking microphone in center stage.
The spot light was bright upon her, that old familiar heat and the nerves causing her stomach to churn on top of the knowledge that the pregnancy test... Her second one in a week, was positive. This was not good. Not the test, nor her being where she was. But ever the professional... Xavia... Or rather "Layla" as she was announced, bullheaded her way through the set. First she sang the cover for Heart: Alone, sitting on a stool at some point and singing that with genuine emotion.
"I hear t'e ticking of t'e clock, I'm lying here, t'e room's pitch dark... I wonder where you are tonight, no answer on t'e telephone... And t'e night goes by... So very slow... Oh... I hope t'at it won't end... No... Alone......... Till now, I always got by on my own! I never really cared until I met you... And now it chills me to t'e bone.. How do I get you alonnnne?" Her voice was husky, sensual... An alto... And instead of doing it fast, she did it with just a guitarist playing for her.
The next three songs that followed were originals, and got even better. And then she was done, coming off stage long enough to collect her purse. She had to wait for them to pay her, so she went and sat at the bar, asking for some ice water. Sweat was still kind of dotting her upper lip from the heat of that stupid spot light.
"Mmm, maybe I like you under." She said without meaning to. Then she danced back a few steps after she got herself back up. "You seem surprised." She said, bobbing backward after he got a hit in. She attempted another move.
If successful, she would catch his left hand with hers, pivot to twist his arm behind his back, hopefully not hurting too much, hooking her right foot around his ankle to pull that toward her and pushing at him from behind, sort of like a cop would do.
"I do because I want." She smiled. Then Delilah came padding sleepily to her grandmother, scooped up and taken to the closest bathroom. Meanwhile, a sleepy Xavia came padding into the kitchen to open the fridge and get some water. The shorts she wore beneath her tank top revealed still healing blotches of red from spilled coffee.
"Hi, Derek." Her voice was husky for the moment. She took the pitcher from the front, grabbed a glass from the cupboard, set it down and filled it. She set the pitcher down and began to drink little sips, turning and leaning her hip against the counter.
"Glad to see you." Even if she didn't show it much with her being tired as a dog. She had not been at the Mansion in a few days, having woken up sick. She didn't look too bad now but she didn't look that well either.
Xavia had fallen asleep waiting for Derek to arrive, and Delilah was snuggled with her on the couch. It was Mishka, Xavia's mother who opened the door. Xavia looked like a much younger version of her. The old woman put her finger to her lips and gestured him in.
She pointed to the pair on the couch, smiling, then lead him toward the kitchen, speaking in hushed tones, "She not sleep in long time. Let her wake up on her own." Her accent was thicker, her r's rolling in that Eastern European way. "She tell me you comink, I make you food."
She gestured toward a bar stool, filled a bowl with goulash.... Not the americanized stuff, the REAL stuff with a rich tomato sauce, melt in your mouth chunks of beef, dumplings, green peppers, and onions. It had been seasoned with paprika, caraway seed, salt, pepper, and fresh parsley. She had a vegetarian version too in case he wasn't into eating beef.
She side stepped, pivoted, sending the side of her forearm toward his mid back, not with the intent to hurt, obviously, but with hopes it would help him go down for that first point. "Huah!"
Should she be successful, she'd offer to help him up in the aforementioned manner as before. If not, again, she would skip backwards a few steps until he recovered before launching toward him, leaping for a scissor throw.
A successful (if it was) scissor throw would have her wrapping one leg over his midsection, and the other around the back of his legs, and her legs would squeeze together. It was meant to knock a person off balance. And she would make sure if he went down, that she would be on top.
Being touched by people in that capacity still kind of set her on edge... But unless Derek was prepared to switch teams, she knew he meant no harm in her heart, even if her body stiffened defiantly at the "invasion" of space. She awkwardly patted his shoulder and gave that ummm... Weird kind of half hug?
Then she got up and called the cab for him since she had it on speed dial. She saw him out as soon as the cab was in the front and repeated the thing about seeing one another tomorrow, then went to try and sleep, even though it wouldn't happen.
She gazed intensely at him, started to circle, then launched toward him, dropping and thrusting her leg out. "Huah!" If connected, her shin would make contact with his, and she'd keep her leg moving in hopes of sweeping him off his feet. If he hit the ground, she'd grin at him and say, "One." Then hold her hand out to help him up.
If he stayed on his feet, she moved quickly to straighten her form and backed several steps away.
