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.
"Was born wit' powers, medicines in labs bring t'em to surface I guess." She had no idea he was wondering if she could be cured... But she wouldn't want to be anyhow! This was who she was and she accepted the bitter truth a long time ago, having to swallow it like a pill and to make peace. So many people died because of what she was, and she'd had to accept it all. Xavia leaned against the post and looked at him with knowing and wise-beyond-her-years eyes.
She didn't have much to say at the moment beyond the response she gave already. If he had asked her if she wanted a cure, she would have had some sage advise for the wolf... But he left the question unspoken. She didn't know what he was thinking, but she did leave a chance for him to unload. Why else would he want to hide aside from the smells? Sometimes she felt like some of the others were just as lost as she had been when she was younger.
It would take a lifetime to gain some understanding... Why people discriminate, why others wanted to control or experiment, why people die or disappear for the name of science... And so many more things. With a sigh, she eventually spoke again, shaking her head to dispel the thoughts. "You are welcome here anytime."
Her brow knit as she concentrated on his words to try and understand him... "I suppose you say I control plants... I make plants and become plants too." The plant mutant moved to the large nail in one of the support beams, and she placed the can on the nail which took her standing on her toes a bit and straining because it was a bit taller than she was. "Still learning how to do t'ings, but I am making progress," she went on to admit without being shy.
"I was lab experiment when t'ey find out I had power." And, she added silently, I hope my little girl doesn't have to suffer that way. "You stuck as wolf man?" She wasn't trying to offend him by her question, merely ask him about what he was going through. A surge of sympathy would touch her unusual, caramel colored eyes, and she would tilt her head in mild curiosity. But judgement? No. He would not be the first, nor would he be the last animal mutant she had ever seen, or a mutant which would be stuck in one size/color/state-of-being... No...
After all, she was friends with a Lioness, ex lovers with a red... devil looking fellow that dwarfed pretty much all of humanity... She rubbed elbows with a ferret dude... and she had seen horrible things in Romania, as well as her stint as a musician that left her slightly famous around New York City.
She gave a slight smile, flashing imperfect, but white teeth with a slight overbite on the top and a hardly-there buckle between two of her bottom teeth. "I am Xavia --" pronounced with no mind for deliberation as Sah-vee-ah, and not ex-ay-vee-ah "Warshalai, and I teach biology." As she strolled, once again, passed the wolf, she hummed a little bit and knelt down to tend to some poppies, simply touching one blossom with the tip of her finger. The bloom opened to her touch as if a shy child with a gentle teacher. The watering can was plied after that, and she went on to say, "You come to right place to hide for moment, smells nice in here, no?"
The woman continued pampering the plants in front of her until the can was empty again, then stood to face him. She'd grip the handle of the can with both hands, the object would rest against her upper thighs as she lifted her chin and looked him right in the eyes without so much as a lip curl of aversion.
Nothing, not one inch of her would read as frightened or disgusted by his furry appearance.
Xavia, whose watering can was empty by that point, straightened her tired form up and rubbed her back a little... The wolf man would be able to see she wore no gloves, she had no need, but he wouldn't know that. It was then that she turned around, and upon espying the hulking werewolf, she lifted a brow and canted her head.
Now, he might find it odd, this reaction of hers... But she was used to being around large beings. After all, Jupiter was pretty massive in comparison to her. She was pretty petite and delicate, and had an otherworldly look to her much like the roses she'd been tending to. "Hello there." She strolled on passed him, watering can dangling from tapered digits in an almost... halfazzard manner. Sure enough, the scent of roses wafted around her, it seemed to seep from her very pores, that scent.
"You come to escape or you come to learn?" she murmured as she turned the spigot of a nearby faucet and filled the watering can once again. "You come back tomorrow morning if to learn, class is at 8 am sharp." Xavia turned the spigot again and then faced the man-beast, both brows aloft as if she were waiting for him to reply to her or do something besides stand there.
The very young looking lady did not notice yet that another had slipped into her home away from home... She would finish drinking the water she was guzzling thirstily, and then take a few, deep breaths in order to collect herself. Sometimes she wished it could go back to being the easy stuff she grew up on... You know, the singing to the flowers and them responding in a series of... oh right... People could not communicate the way she did with flowers, so none would possibly understand.
Xavia stood up and grabbed for her watering can. She hummed softly in a very husky tone, kneeling down and caressing the petals before gently pouring some of the spray... "You know," she said, Slovakian accent as gentle as the song she'd hummed, "I t'ink we make plenty of progress today... what about you? Hopefully Sam will be happy, no?" She set the can down, and gently pinched a dead bud off of one plant, placing it in her palm. Her fingers danced over the poor budling, and she watched as it bloomed in response, "I promise him I practice, but it hurts my head... Not t'is... Never t'is... Watching flower thrive and..." She paused to sniff the bud... "And... ahh... smell pretty..."
Her head hurt... It was a dull, throbbing sensation at the base of her skull and in her temples. Her eyes were squinted in concentration, glittering intently as she willed herself passed the point of no return with the patch of earth before her. Sweat dripped from the tip of her nose as she forced her focus on the growing plants, more than she had ever tried to do at once because Sam told her to practice.
She had been holding the current plant, a rose bush (because a tree was kind of not a good idea in a green house) which she had been causing to bloom and wither purposefully for the passed twenty minutes. That was an improvement, but it was still pretty hard to do for her.
Frustration welled up within her, she felt her concentration waning and then giving. Xavia grunted and sat down on the ground, hand rubbing at her forehead.
"Damn..." said the plant mutant, the bush withering into compost. It was a far cry from where she needed to be, but she wasn't about to push herself any further at the moment. She pushed herself up, winded, and went to the desk to grab her half empty bottle of water and take a swig. Her rump found itself in the seat of the chair and she leaned back, trying to relax enough to be ready for a ride on her bike.
But the ride might be short lived and take her back into town where she could flop down at home and go to sleep. A sigh was heaved, and she palmed her chin, staring at the withering bush. The whole thing had her more tired than raising her kid, all the training, the bruises, et cetera... But she wasn't about to give up on this ambition. No sir.
She clicked her tongue at herself in disgust for even whining about it in her mind.
Health Update: Okay, I have A LOT happening. I had a really close call again, I am ok for now, though. I have to have a biopsy ASAP, that should be happening at the end of December. Lately have been having 4-5 appointments every month since October, so it's a lot to deal with. I will be sporadic for a time, I can't give a specific timeline. Going to at least make an effort to keep active, but I apologize ahead of time if it takes a few weeks to post back.
She didn't even look at the screen at that point, and fell into old habits where she was in performance mode. It was funny how muscle memory worked, like... Oh yeah! That is how it works! The microphone was held in a precise manner, her stance was that of a performer, she even walked to a random table and settled her jean clad rump on it as if to sing directly to a bushy bearded guy who looked like he had been in prison, and he seemed to enjoy this attention. "Goodbye my almost lover, goodbye my hopeless dreams... I'm trying not to think about you, can't you just let me be? Goodbye my luckless romance, my back is turned on you! Shoulda known you'd bring me heartache, almost lovers always... do..."
In her mind, she was back in the night clubs, the heat of the spotlight beating down on her , the sound of people simultaneously holding their breaths during those moments that made her almost famous... or at least a local celebrity before she disappeared from the spotlight of that promising career as the seductive, blond bombshell, Layla. Her voice stopped cracking and just... fell into it's old groove by the time the most impassioned part of the song came up, most eyes riveted to the former lounge singer as she poured her heart out for karaoke whilst daydreaming of her old life.
"I cannot go to the ocean, I cannot try to sleep at night.... I cannot wake up in the morning without you by my side! So you're gone and I'm haunted, but if you would just try.... Do I make it that easy... to walk right in and out of my life?"
It was during the last round of chorus that something shifted within her, and she was just Xavia again... Not Layla. She barely finished the last strains when she seemed to look a little startled at her actions, and she moved awkwardly to her feet and shoved the microphone into the hand of the KJ (Karaoke Jockey).
She ignored the round of applause and took a healthy, long, pull of the Sangria.
Xavia narrowed her eyes at him, and moved over to him once she could get up, stopping within less than an arms length away. Despite the fact she was panting, winded, and sweating, she stood up straight and looked him in the eye. For a moment, she was silent. There was an odd tension in the air around her, "Leaving is not an option, Sam. T'is is not'ing compare to Romania an' a man name Beledodia. I tell you what he did... He find my every weakness an keep me chained like a dog while he used t'e weakness on me... D' you know what cold does to plant? No sunlight? Plant wilts an frost make wounds on plant." Her voice, he might notice, was very quiet, very deliberate, and very convicted.
She pointed to the simulation, "T'is is not'ing but a means to end for every kidnapping, every torture, every injection, every stalker, every old mad scientist who want to prod at me. T'is is me learning to protect me so I can also protect t'ose who matter... My daughter... My friends... People who do not deserve what I go t'rough. I'm not leaving." The plant mutant meant every word she had said, that much was blatantly obvious. She wasn't going to half ass it. Xavia was in it no matter how hard things got.
"No, no boxing." She muttered, but didn't take her eyes off the shadow. She was covered in sweat before long, taking hits but giving as good as she got. One thing she had was determination and focus, but it was hard not to "sleep with one eye open" after all of what she had gone through. When he spoke to her again, she followed his instruction, but didn't look at him.
Her eyes blurred with the sweat, and she was becoming winded. She gave a grunt and gave a hard swing, she gave a grimace as she made contact and was swept. Xavia hit the floor hard enough for the air to woosh from her lungs.
"Not... cool." she wheezed when she could breathe again.
But in reality, she wouldn't have the luxury of laying there, so she forced herself back onto her feet.
"I never t'ought of t'at." she said with contemplation. Hopefully he wouldn't make it too much cooler, the cold hurts her. She said nothing for the moment though because he was trying to be nice and helpful. She downed the whole jug of water, which would make normal people sick... but she is a plant, yo. Sort of.
Her complexion seemed to normalize and she observed him as he made his own weapon out of his own powers. That was a good concept. Maybe she could make a whip out of some vines or something. Even better, perhaps she could buy herself a whip. She pondered this next course of action before she got herself at the ready to fight the thing he had the computer conjure up.
She went after it, punching as hard as she could and as quickly as she could, never staying in one place for more than she needed to. She moved a little bit like a professional boxer would without intending to.
"Gladly... I am Xavia," said the Hungarian woman, slipping a wad of the papers over before sauntering over to the DJ and handing him a wad of ones SHE filled out. She grimaced again as another sour note was hit, glad he chose a shorter song. Xavia moved back to her stool and took a healthy swig of the sangria, pulled off her leather jacket and said, "From what I saw, stage will be mine soon."
The plant mutant sat with her back to the bar at that point, trying to tune out the ear bleedingly bad song that was going on at the time, but having a hard time doing so. The song couldn't finish soon enough.
It wasn't until she actually managed to space out so she wasn't being tortured by the song that she heard the DJ hit the mic and mispronounce her name, "EggzAyVIA? Come on up girl." She didn't bother to correct him. It was a common enough occurrence that it no longer bothered her. She stood up, sangria in hand because she wasn't about to let someone spike her stuff, and she took the mic with her free hand. She did not bother looking at the screen because she knew the song inside and out.
The first few bars started playing, she looked around just to make sure there weren't people who might figure out she was once Layla, and she started to sing with her low and husky voice, "Your fingertips across my skin, the palmtrees swayin' in the wind... Images... Hmmmmmmhmmmm..." She hadn't warmed up, so her voice might crack here and there, but she was good.
"Tree is plant, so yes, tree too. Yes, you can eat food I grow, but more from plant t'at start in ground. It come from me, it die fast. Takes lot of t'ought and energy to make from self, less to make existing plant grow." She balled her fist again, and bark "armor" formed on her knuckles. Her vision blurred a little, but damned if she would admit she was nearly spent already. She took a swing toward his shoulder and put the last bit of effort into it, before having to stumble to her duffle bag.
She produced a half gallon jug of water, unscrewed the cap which clicked and rolled onto the floor, and with shaking hands, she began to chug the tepid liquid inside, pausing every now and then to take in gasping breaths.
"Plant I touch. You have cactus? I can produce cactus or make cactus work for me. You want vine? I make vine... I make t'em grow no matter if winter or summer..." The plant mutant grimaced a little, beads of sweat forming little droplets above her lip as she concentrated. She held her hand up... It started with a few tendrils at first, and then burst forth into a pumpkin vine.
The vines whipped around him, then, wrapping themselves about him until he was entangled. She curled jerked her hand to snap the vine away from her palm, the vine held fast but started to brown within a few moments of her letting it go, especially in the spots where ice formed. Xavia touched the vine again with the tip of her finger, and it would turn green and sprout leaves, and grow heavy with a gourd. "Happy Halloween..." she muttered, her head starting to hurt from the concentration. She pulled away again and the vine would start to wither and die once more.
