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.
"T'ank you." She murmured at the compliment to her home. She watched the exchange between her kid and Derek, and chuckled as Lilah took off for grandma. "She is my life," admitted Xavia. "I just moved her into t'is house, have not t'ought of a pet for her yet because I do not know which one would be best for her. I am afraid of a dog jumping on her and scaring her, or a cat scratching her. I try to treat her normal but I do have to be mindful of her needs too."
She gestured toward the foyer, "Do you wish to see a few rooms? You get first pick if you choose to live here."
"No..." She said, then unbuckled and got out of the van. She went into the house through the side door, leading him into a spacious kitchen. Everything was exactly as she described, even if she had understated. Copper pots and pans hung from a rack, fine, old school China displayed in their place... The appliances were stainless, but didn't look bad with the earth tones. And because she had made the first floor into an open floor plan, he would be able to see the foyer with the old, polished piano, many pictures and scrapbooks, and even into the living room where there were several nice couches with quilts and afghans, a fire place, etc...
This wasn't decorated with luxury, it was decorated with love. As soon as she dropped her keys onto the counter, they both would hear the running of kiddo feet. A dark haired little girl came running and leaping toward Xavia, who laughed and caught Delilah up into a tender hug. The girl didn't say anything, she just clung to her mother. Delilah caught sight of Derek, pulled back and pointed.
"Ahh, Delilah... T'is is my new friend, Derek. Can you say hello?" The little girl slid down, moved closer to the man in question, stuck a finger in her mouth and waved with her other hand awkwardly. He would be able to tell right away that she had Down Syndrome.
She then ran off to go back to her grandmother, clearly shy. Xavia smiled. "She takes a few days to come around, but will be your best friend for t'ose cookies."
It was hot... She tried not to think about that as she flew over the pavement toward the woods. She was clad in shorts, a sports bra, socks, and trainers, sweat already creating a sheen on her skin. Her hair was thrown up into a high ponytail. She hadn't gone on her runs since the burns, which finally healed up. There were scars on her shapely legs, but they were surprisingly not bad... Then again, she had many scars that should be ugly but had patched over to become nothing more than faded.
The song blaring in her ear buds had her going at a steady beat, her feet rhythmic against the grass. Her breath came out in steady puffs as she disappeared into the treeline and created dust with her footfalls on the sandy path. She ran to vent frustration, to feel better, to try and heal her mind that was edging into madness more and more with every night she lacked sleep.
Xavia slowed to a walk after several minutes, arms up as she sought to simply breathe. And then when she could breathe again, she went to the course she had spent the morning setting up for herself. She climbed her way up onto a stump, wobbling some as she straightened her form up. She looked to the branch she marked with a bright piece of yarn, held her hand out toward it and willed it to stretch toward her.
She then leapt toward it, grabbing the branch and using her weight, and her mind, to help launch her to the next marked branch, repeating the willing of the branch so she could reach it... She did this twice more, but missing the next branch. She came crashing down into the pile of leaves she had raked up beneath said branch...
"Oof!" And the wind was knocked from her. She lay there for several moments, trying to regain her senses, and then rolled out of the pile to jog back toward the stump.
When he turned her offer down, she kinda had no choice but to lay there. He had laughed... She was not sure if it was meant as a laugh in your face situation or just because he didn't know how to respond. She couldn't sleep, still. Xavia sighed and pulled on her skirt, then moved out of the bedroom, clearly exhausted and possibly not thinking straight. She kind of looked wilted now. "T'ank you for your help... I will just walk home." She didn't look at him now.
Xavia made a beeline for the door, walking stiffly, clearly still in pain but not wanting to bother him anymore. I.e. she had felt like she had just... Possibly mortified herself. And it was magnified by the exhaustion etching her features.
Damn, but her mind wouldn't shut the eff up for her. He was just trying to be nice, not hurt her feelings! But her mind continued to yap at her, berate her, and yell at her!
"I do not mind rain unless it is too cold." She said honestly. Of course not! She was a plant. "I feel like I have taken up enough of your time, t'ough." Especially since things kept getting awkward for one reason or another.
"And it is getting late, I should jog home and you should get your pooch inside before he causes any more trouble." Humor danced in her eyes at that one.
She gave Alexandra a chance to respond as she bent down and pet the playful dog. She really had not been concerned about the dirt the dog got on her. Hopefully now it made sense to Alexandra, knowing what she was now.
There wasn't much one could say. Xavia hadn't meant to come off as so matter of fact about her daughter and being prepared for mutation. She did not treat Delilah any different or think Downs was anything to be ashamed of. It was just what one did when they had a big pile of stuff on one's plate... They deal.
"Yes. You are more t'an welcome to come. We can arrange a day. I can give you tour, even." She was smiling a little, hoping to make it feel less awkward. She had to admit the whole thing was just one big ball of mess and she worried Alexandra may have gotten all kinds of the wrong impressions of her.
It just happened to be a bad few weeks.
She took the number into her phone and saved it, then gave her own business card since she was still technically CEO of the greenhouse company her family ran.
"You made a funny," she smirked. "I run greenhouse business, I am a mom, I sometime sing, I teach, and I volunteer. Yes, busy, but I do it on purpose. It keeps my mind on good t'ings and off of bad." She was quiet as she spoke all of that. She pulled into her driveway, eventually, and he would see something unexpected in the city... The Victorian she had described. There were flowers in the small front yard, and the siding was painted a pretty, light blue color, and there was a white picket fence lining the sidewalk.
She hit the button to open the garage and pulled the van in next to a sexy looking red Harley. "Abyss is t'e one t'at Jupiter is clone from. I do not know him or t'e ot'er clones, only Jupiter."
"Can't sleep," she said and rubbed at tired eyes. "Oh... My skirt..." She belatedly realized he was seeing more than she had intended. But if he had wanted to hurt her, he probably would have done so long before now.
Sighing, more with tired than anything, she gestured for him. "I already know you are not a jerk. And I am not offering anyt'ing beyond friendship, but I haven't slept a full night in several mont's and you seem like you could use t'e same t'ing. Come... Lay wit' me." The first part where she hadn't slept in a long time might shed light on some things.
The part where she told him to join her would probably shock him, but she just left it on the table, and turned back to the bedroom without waiting for an answer, the door kept ajar to indicate she was serious. She curled up on one side of the bed, leaving plenty of room. Her cheek rested on her arm and she lay there without falling asleep.
"I do not need t'e money. I keep giving it away," she waved the notion off and crinkled her nose. She wasn't millionaire status, but she would be if she would quit being so charitable. But she couldn't. "It is only nine bucks or so, you keeping ot would not hurt mein t'e least. If you insist on paying for CD, just... Donate money to a charity of your choice."
She now had them in the city, as announced by honking horns and such. "A lot of people look for Abyss and his clones... Nobody knows where t'ey went. To find Jupiter, Delilah's papa, Abyss must be found." She sighed as traffic slowed and the rain started falling in sheets. "I see him every day in Delilah. I just wish he knew her... I know t'at we might never... Finish what we start, but he needs to know."
She cared a lot... She wanted desperately to know if Abyss and his clones, especially Jupiter, was okay... But it hurt to think about him. "He has to be okay." That came out as a whisper, and the truth that it was torture wasn't hard to figure out, but she didn't say so.
When asked about Delilah being possibly a mutant, she lifted her shoulder a little. "Aside from having Down Syndrome, I do not know yet. But if she is, at least I am equipped for it." But as for the mention that Alex was not a mutant... Well... Xavia thought it wise not to mention the supposed cure.
"Okay," she said, deciding not to try and change her mind for the moment. "If you are ever curious about t'ings, maybe you can come to Mansion where I teach. Up to you, T'ough." She gave an encouraging smile, hoping that the awkward feeling the conversation just took would lift and turn around. And hopefully she could bite her tongue on her weirdly complicated and somewhat (understatement) tragic life.
"Possibly. My manager has not called me in a while. She knows I am busy." She glanced toward him and said, "You really like it?" She was always weird feeling when she heard her own voice. "I give you a CD." She did not need the money really. It would just go right back to her students or whatever.
And then he asked about Jupiter. "I hope he is okay. I... Do not know. Nobody has seen him, the ot'er clones, or t'e original in a while." It was pretty complicated!
She caught the disappointment in the woman's eyes... Was it because she was mutant? Xavia stiffened for a moment, prepared to leave so as not to cause any trouble. It wouldn't do for her to pick a fight with someone who was normal, she wasn't like the ones who fought for the wrong reasons.
But them Alex recovered and Xavia relaxed, and the other asked her about contacting the authorities. "No. It would not do me any good. I have not seen him in almost five years." She sighed and looked at her hands. "I just want to make sure he knows of Delilah... He has t'e right. But nobody knows where he is."
She gave a bitter smile. "She looks like him except she doesn't have his bright red skin. Anyway... I am sure he will come back. He and t'e ot'er clones are much too stubborn to be gone for too long." Yep, clones. How many? She was not sure but she knew they were all humungo, red guys named after planets... Or gods?
"Just... One album." She said her face going red. He found the CD case and she simply turned on the stereo since the CD was already in the player. A smoky voice came out of the speakers. It was alto, and sort of a mix between Adele and Sade. The song was a cover version of Alone, by Heart... The song was slowed down and done with acoustics. "And t'at is me as Layla. Layla is t'e name I was given when I first for money." And she was really good.
"I pick t'is song for Derlilah's fat'er... I have not seen him since she was conceived. I make album, go on tour, find out my papa was sick and have to go to Michigan to be wit' family. I stay t'ere and gave up music when Papa died and t'en had Delilah." She turned onto the next exit.
"Mmm, I... Uh... Sing... I do jazz and lounge mostly and do one album under stage name. No big deal, really." Yeah right. "To be honest, I start singing on stage when I had amnesia, so maybe it does not count." Said the woman with a cult following. She wasn't quite famous, but she was not every day normal either. "I keep a cd in car for daughter to listen to. She is probably only fan."
In fact, if he glanced up, he would see the corner of the cd case sticking out from above the visor. If he looked further from there, he would see a stunning blonde version of herself in a Jessica Rabbit style red evening gown, hair styled in victory curls, diamonds at her throat and ears. The name on the CD was "Layla" and seemed to be self titled.
She didn't stay too long on her album topic, moving back to home and family, "You will see when we get there."
She had just dozed off when the sound of screaming startled her awake. She stumbled to her feet and padded to the door of the bedroom. "Artair?" She asked quite sleepily, now in the livibg room. She had been so caught up in the screaming that she had not put the skirt back on. Hell, she did not even notice.
"You okay?" She did not come far into the living room, just enough to be able to see him and that he was okay. She looked pretty tired, herself, and her hair was mussed and had lost the straightening to go back to natural curl.
A look of confusion was upon her face as sher patiently waited for him to reply. It was as if she was checking on family with the way she did not pay heed to her state of half undress.
