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.
She fell back asleep, and was restless. Xavia would be up and down over the course of twelve hours. Sometimes her shifting around would be particularly violent and sometimes just merely restless. When she woke up for the day, it was passed lunch time and she was not well rested at all. Obviously, she would not be able to teach class that day.
At some point, she took a shower, trashing the bloody tee and changing into some clothing she had stashed in her office. She tossed her hair into a messy bun and was dressed in the outfit she usually wore in the gym, yoga pants and a tank top over a sports bra. Her figure was trim and toned, so she could pull the look off with no trouble. Today, it was for comfort.
After fixing her appearance up, she went to the cafeteria in order to get food. She had someone let Kendra know where she was if necessary, she was going to go out in tge sunlight and eat her food. She still looked kind of like a ghost, but that was par for the course with blood loss.
If one was curious enough to check out what she was eating, it was a pretty large meal consisting of fruits, veggies, nuts, and quinoa. Another bowl was filled with black beans. There wasn't any meat in sight, which indicated she was vegitarian, but clearly not vegan since she had been wearing leather.
She had a radio on playing some old jazzy tunes from the fifties, and the day seemed to be nice and warm. She contemplated taking a long run around campus, but would have to change into mire formal and less comfortable wear.
She cracked an eye open, somewhat startled (which was partially due to the drugs.) Xavia glanced toward the prone figure next to her, then sighed tiredly. "Feel like ass," she muttered truthfully, voice rather groggy. Her hand throbbed a dull throb, though it wasn't at full out pain as of yet. That was good, was it not?
If she had to really describe how she felt in detail, it would be extremely drugged feeling, extremely tired and her body just ached in an odd way from having bled so much. She was alive, though! "Do yourself favor and try not to bleed so much. It knocks t'he wind out of you."
There was at least a tiny bit of humor lacing the statement as Xavia took several moments to get situated on the bed. "I hate being here... Triggers bad dreams. Flashbacks..." And that meant Xavia was in for a long night. The docprof had offered sedatives years ago when he observed her tossing and turning; an offer she declined for the very reason she was feeling like absolute dog turd at the moment.
"No, I know. I... Just mean I get nervous when I feel attraction. You have to understand, it is more t'an just about... Him..." She continued to pick at the quilt until she looked up at him. "I was experimented on starting before I meet Jupiter. Kidnapped a few times by an old, madman who inject different serums into me to force my powers awake. Wary of people unless I am singing." That definitely explained the skittishness.
"I am also very alone. My fault, really. My daughter is wit' my mot'er because I fear she will get hurt here. I see her every chance I get. I try not to let anyone too close." She took a deep breath and pulled out her smart phone, unlocking the screen to get to a picture of her daughter.
She flipped the phone around to show a young child that looked a lot like her but for the fact she had downs syndrome. The little girl kinda looked like a normal skinned, girl version of the clones as well.
The girl was old enough that it vouched for it having been a bit of time since she had let someone into her life. After letting him see the picture for a significant amount of time, she said, "She may be gifted too." She put the phone away and wrapped her arms around her legs afterwards.
"I worry t'at she will get hurt by my choices as a gifted."
Unaware that she was being watched over and that Kendra had left her body via astral projection, Xavia slept on. Her sleep was heavy for about an hour or so, but the drugs had their side affects that could not be avoided. She did not have the abilities that Kendra did, though it would be a blessing.
Xavia started out with just whimpering in her sleep. She started to shift as she relived her past as she always di: in her nightmares. It was natural that she had ptsd after all that she had endured over the years. Being in the infirmary certainly didn't help.
The nightmare for the night consisted of the memory of being injected with different serums, the tubes that were hooked to her body. She tossed and turned. The face of the man that had commissioned her first kidnapping years ago, decided to swim above her. The old man seemed to cackle at her and say, "Your child is next. I am coming for her."
"No... No..." She spoke in her sleep. He was dead, though she knew this was just a dream. But this did not stop her from sitting up with a gasp within two hours of falling asleep. She wrenched herself out of the bed and jerked away from the other, sleeping figure, sweat rolling down her face as she moved toward the nearest sink.
"Gawd," she sputtered, turning on the water and splashing her face with her uninjured hand. If Kendra remained asleep through all of that, Xavia would move back to the bed, curl up and stare off until she slept again... If not, she would probably go find a place to pop a squat so she could calm herself.
"I do not know, I feel pull as soon as you walk over." She let him take the basket without protest. "I am no good at t'is at all. I did not go on date since before my daughter was born, and was only ever wit' Jupiter. Years." She dropped her gaze and started to wring her hands.
She bit her lip and let her eyes lift to his face, "Cannot tell if it is you as mutant or you as charmer. I certainly do not show off like I did. Cannot tell if I don't wish you would keep me from trouble or not. Very frustrating."
She sighed as she lowered herself again onto the quilt. Her fingers plucked at the fabric for a moment, looking down for the time being. Her face was a lovely shade of pink at that point.
Xavia was fast coming to the conclusion that perhaps she was mostly just lonely, that maybe she should let the interaction happen. She let her gaze rise and she said, "Why do you wish me to stay, Geo? I am curious."
"How do you not find it odd t'at someone like me feels drawn? I just... Want to know. Please."
She was well acquainted with the doc professor after years of being in and out of the Mansion. "Vine rip from my palm... Never happen before. Hurts so bad." That croaked out, though her eyes refused to open. "So tired. I sleep, please?" She tried, for the sake of Kendra, to open one eye and managed a slight crack, "Just a flesh wound. Promise." A fact that was confirmed shortly after the statement was made.
Xavia sighed and drifted off. The staff knew her by name, they called her by name whenever they talked about her, saying she mostly needed sleep and it was normal... But they had to use a synthetic painkiller for it to work on her since it was hard to inject plant based ones when the cells were already there in her body.
She woke up every now and then before painkiller, and said, "I promise it is ok. Hurts is all. Sorry I bleed all over and scare you. Not every day vine gets rip from my hand. I do what I do because I do not wish you to hurt. Not your fault. Instinct. Will be okay."
"You, Geo." She said and started to pack her stuff again. "I want to be closer and should not. Now you get?" Wow, he was not very observant. Or maybe it was just that she hated sharing her feelings, especially since she considered them irrational. Indeed, she paused again to pinch the bridge of her nose and say, "I do not know you. I should not feel t'is. Ugh, why? Jus... Why?" She stuffed the quilt in her basket and hauled uo her stuff.
"I have made fool of myself, okay? I am sorry. I should leave you before I do somet'in' else stupid." But she didn't leave, even if she wanted to run off, she gave him a chance to say something in return. She would not blame him the least bit for thinking of her as a lunatic.
She was not so good at how she made it known she was interested... But that was probably due to the many kidnappings and experiments done to her by men. Jupiter was really the only man she ever lost herself with, and she had run away because she was frightened and did not feel worthy of his love. After all, who would want to lovea hot mess like her?
Nonono, she was too tired! She heard the sound of snapping and felt the sensation of floating, but the bubble of serenity remained intact..... That is until she woje up to being ushered into the mansion. Ugh, how did she get there? By that point, the blood was just oozing from her palm.
She blinked a few times and focused upon the face of the lady who she had helped. Oh, yeah... Someone had ripped a vine frtom her hand. No wonder it hurt. "Tired," she said honesdtky, stumbling next to Kendra until they made it to a bed.
She lay down with a sigh and tried, for the life of her, to keep her eyes open. She certainly wasn't dying, she hadn't lost enough blood to do that... A pint or so, yes, but nothing too bad. It was enough to make her tired.
"I sleep now?" She asked, voice gravely with her fatigue.
He was so earnest, she paused what she was doing to watch him do what he was doing. Then he voiced his concern that he had offended her, which caused her to drop her belongings to wave her hands as she denied any offense, "No! Nono! I..." This would be the difficult part; how would she explain to this stranger that she was most definitely attracted, but didn't know if it was his charm or his mutation... After all, she had never encountered someone that made so much sense to want to get closer to him.
Ugh. Why?!
She placed her hands over her burning cheeks and she said, "I should leave because I..." Xavia found herself unable to anser at first, then said in an almost too soft voice, "Because I will get myself in trouble if I stay..." Oh please, she thought, please get my meaning. Here was this complete stranger, he was good looking, and she was drawn to him. It had to have been his mutation that drew her.
None of this made sense to her. She stared helplessly in his direction, unable to move because something in her was kicking hard at her gut. This was crazy! It had to be that she was just.. Hungry for human contact, to distract her from self imposed punishment. She drew in a shuddering breath and dropped her hands.
It obviously scared her to be so attracted, so quickly. It was blatantly obvious... She turned her head to the side, having stopped talking after her confession.
It took her a minute to register what was happening with her hand besides the pain. "Oh..." That was uttered quite softly as she tried to unfurl her fist, which was quite painful. She cursed and whimpered out, "We go to mansion. You drive? No choice. No hospital, mansion infirmary." Oh god, it hurt terribly.
Her fingers wanted to curl back up on their own. "I never have vine ripped from my hand. First time." She let the other put pressure on it, and luckily, the bleeding started to ebb. But it still looked pretty nasty. "It hurts more t'an anyt'ing."
She had yet to move, considering how much she had bled. Ugh, she wanted to sleep. Mmm... Sleep... She would feel better ifshe slept, yes? She sighed and gave in, her eyes closed and her breathing deepened as she passed right out. The plant mutant slithered to the floor into a heap, stool toppling over in the wake of her fall.
Her pupils seemed to shift sizes, from dilating to contracting as she took the information in. It was no wonder he drew her like a magnet. She let go of a baited breath, then lifted her hand in front of her face. It started with a sprout, then the green vines of a climbing rose bush began to twist around her. Several crimson blooms burst open, one by one, until she slowed the happening. With a movement from her, the vines shriveled and the blossoms wilted, then withered into dust.
Xavia watched his face as she moved her hand to the grass and touch the ground. There was a cherry sapling that was just within range, within eye sight of him, which thickened in girth and sprouted in height, forming more branches and leaves, as well as blooming gloriously pink. Soon, petals began showering down upon the scene when a breeze picked up. Her eyes closed and she tilted her head back, giggling softly as petals brushed across her face.
Moments go by before she opened her eyes, and she leveled her gaze once more. She could have done more, but she wasn't a showoff. "Plants are my power. I make from self, manipulate t'em, and even become t'em. My blood carries plant cells." She bit her lip as she awaited his reaction. The scene was actually rather breathtaking, her laugh had been musical and probably infectious, though short lived.
Xavia had never encountered someone who she had immediately felt a pull to except for Jupiter. Her smile died again as this awareness buzzed within her again, and the scent of the roses even became slightly heady at the shift of awareness. She licked suddenly dry lips and cleared her throat, letting her gaze drop. "Now I understand." She might be in denial, but there was clearly a natural attraction and she was trying to will it otherwise, obviously.
Stop this! Her inner voice was pretty much telling her off... You don't know him and you haven't been with anyone since Jupiter... It's just a passing thing!
But he's adorable, the other side purred within her thoughts...
Sh*t!
"I... I had better go," she whimpered out, face suddenly as red as the roses she smelled like. She moved to stuff things into her bag...
"I teach Biology." Her reply was quiet as she continued to fiddle with the damn bandage like it was helping the situation, when really, it was not going to help the wound close, was it? The fact of the matter was that it hurt... It hurt all the way into her shoulder. She had never had the plant matter ripped directly from her skin. Usually, she was able to shake it off before that could happen. In fact, she was looking quite... Pale... Sweat was starting to glisten upon her brow. But she was not focusing on herself.
"Do you need ride? I have a van. I take you home if you like." Which probably might not be the greatest idea with her looking as if she was about to pass out or puke from pain. "I teach you what I know if you promise to wait until after to do what you did tonight. Hate to see you get hurt over someone else acting stupid."
That was said in an almost chastising manner, but not quite. It was simply clear that Xavia was deeply concerned about Kendra's safety. "Tell me what you wish to do, Kendra. I just want you to be safe, yes? I take you home. You stay? Not angry no matter what you choose, promise!"
Ugh, why does it hurt so bloody much? She did not think about it when she started to cradle the throbbing appendage closer to her heart, nor the fact that the blood was already soaking the gauze and starting to ooze down her arm, smearing upon the tee she had on under the leather jacket.
"Now I understand." She took a breath and regarded Kendra with a look of kindness... There was no shock, no judgement coming from Xavia at the blurted out confession. "Do you have safe place to stay?" There was concern in her voice as she asked the question. "T'is house is safe place if you need, I open to young ladies who go t'rough t'ings like me. Or I can take you to t'e mansion, I commute to work t'ere. Would be no problem."
She waited quietly for the woman to reply, moving to seat herself again as she rewrapped her hand. After that is done, and a significant amount of time had passed, she continued talking, "I have a few open rooms upstairs. I like to make sure to prepare in case people come and need my help."
Xavia knew just how hard it was to be on one's own in such a time when one was trying to deal with so many different things. She knew what it was like to be kicked when she was down... But she had plenty of reasons to keep fighting to live... The biggest reason was staring out frtom the picture that had sparked such interest in the other.
To her credit, she didn't cry. The time for crying had come and gone. She was not numb to the loss of love by any means, but she was well aware of the fact that she had to live her life. She spent several long moments, hands wringing as she sought to steady her nerves. She eventually leveled her gaze upon his face and tried to smile, though it fell flat.
When next she spoke, it was to thank him. "I appreciate you understanding." Her voice sounded slightly ragged for the moment. "You are mutant too? Might explain t'ings." She nodded, then adjusted herself to sit on her knees. She regarded him with a curious look, shifted her hand through her hair and awaited his reply.
Xavia seemed to calm herself the best she could, resisting the urge to reach out and touch his shoulder. "If your name is Geo, does t'at mean you are of Eart'? It would make so much sense why." She was making guesses based on observation. Call it the science teacher in her.
Again, she waited for a reply, quietly calm by that point.
She shrugged to the first question, replying with, "Many place. You do what you must when you live my life." She gestured toward the small picture of a blonde bombshell, clad in a slinky, red dress and posed slightly pin up style. The picture was an album cover, the artist being Layla, and it was dated at least a few years prior. It would take some time to figure out that it was Xavia, and she had not aged a day since then. Would it surprise the other to know that she was in her 30's now?
"I survive many t'ings... I learn to fight because I must. I work hard to make it here... My life never normal, even if I am not gifted. I learn a long time ago to stop hiding." She gestured toward the scrapbook of the different news articles involving her... Everything from the massacre in her teenage years, to all of the kidnappings, her work with greenhouses, and so much more. It would be easy to figure out that she was in the spotlight constantly. But that is what happens, not only when one was an heiress and a victim of multiple kidnappings.
She unwrapped the wounded hand, and moved toward one of the potted plants... She touched what looked to be a closed iris, and ran her fingers over the bud. The purple flower opened to her touch as she coaxed it to. "I find out a long time ago t'at I am plant and can manipulate plants. I grow plant from my hand whenever I wish. Only plants I know, t'ough. My powers were forced awake by a man who kidnap me to do experiments. I used to hate mutant, then I found out I am mutant. People died because of my powers. I do not show you because I flaunt, I show you why it is stupid to hate the power and only because you defend another like me."
She turned to look at the woman, seeming tired by that point.
