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.
Just letting you all know that next week will be super slow on my part, I have doctor appointments all week, yay me . And sorry if I am slow now, the appointments have been happening all at once. Surgery is being worked into the itinerary at some point so lots of prep in the next several months
She wanted to roll her eyes heavenward, "But if you tell me to punch, you expect it." She wasn't sounding like a jerk about it, simply just stating a fact. "If you expect my punch, I'm at disadvantage. What if I punch at an' you grab my arm or t'row me again. Besides, you said first punch was free an you t'rew me. But I will punch next time... You may want to let me go, though..." That whole time, she was trying to keep herself in check. In that position, she usually went into fight of flight mode out of reflex, and... well... unfortunately....
It happened. If he didn't pull back immediately, he would probably have a few puncture wounds. She winced and said, "Ow, ow, ow..." right as it was happening. Hawthorn thorns would protrude from her skin.
"Bring it." she growled from the floor, not phased by the lack of mats. She stood up and, rather than throw another punch, she ran at him and, last moment,dropped into a crouch and sent her heel toward his knee, hoping to have the element of surprise on her side, a look of determination on her face but nothing else.
She was picturing the men who kidnapped her, the men who experimented on her, and the people who were just plain nasty to her. If her foot connected, she would move back and out of his reach.
She threw a punch... Not just a punch, but a hard hook to the left with her right fist, thumb correctly positioned and everything as she attempted to reach passed his guard. If her fist connected with his eye socket like she was going for, it wouldn't feel too good, but it wouldn't be the hardest punch in the world either because of her physical strength. Granted, having to carry a baby around a bit over time did make her stronger than she had been, but she was no fighter.
Her right foot stepped forward in the process of the punch, she put as much oomph into it as she could.
"Of course." As soon as he showed up, she would move to do some hamstring stretches, grabbing each foot respectively, making sure to keep an eye on him. After a few of those, she dropped to her butt and straightened her legs, and proceeded to press her forehead toward her knees while her hands gripped her feet. To keep it short, she spent a small amount of time to get her joints ready, always making sure he never had a good view because this was strictly business for her.
After all the stretching, she stood and waited for his instruction. Her eyes were serious as she regarded him. "You okay to do t'is, Sam?" She asked with a raised brow. She wasn't amused... Okay, maybe she was a little. But she would pretend to be irate... If Sam wouldn't notice the twitching of her lips.
"Imports... Pilsners, IPAs... Porters.. Much better t'an t'at pi-- urine-water t'ey call beer. I am considering to remedy... T'is guy is awful." She groaned into her cup and took a swig of her own swill. It had been, after all, years since she had been in front of a crowd, singing and such. Her ear hurt just listening to the guy on stage... He finally left the stage and was quickly replaced by someone much worse.
Xavia grimaced and reached over to grab several slips of paper. She quickly scribbled some out and slipped a few papers in the direction of the other woman, then downed the last bit of what was in her glass. The glass was set down, and she signaled for another from the tender.
"You sing too?" Her eyes settled on the other again and a grin was spread across her lips.
And then she heard another who was ordering a Shirley Temple... She craned her head over and glanced toward the voice of the newcomer. She nudged at her companion a little and said, "Maybe we get her to join too."
She waited for Sam at the designated time, in the designated place. Okay, so maybe she was slightly early, but it never hurt to be early for something, right? Xavia, who had no qualms wearing skimpy clothes because of the nature of her former employment, was relaxed in a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra. Yup, she went there with the yoga pants. Don't hate.
Her body was lithe, she did work out after all. Her belly, which bore the slight pale squiggles of stretchmarks from pregnancy, was otherwise toned. Not really a six pack, but there wasn't any extra flab either. She wore the outfit well. Enough said.
Her hair was braided and coiled around her head to keep it off the back of her neck, and she wore no make up (not that she needed it. Flower, hello!) Her arms were crossed over her bosom as she tapped the toe of one of her Filas against the floor.
The plant mutant was feeling slightly nervous because she was more used to fighting clothes onto a squirming toddler than laying hands in a violent manner on another human being, even if this would not be considered a real fight... right?
(I accidentally put this in wrong subforum, please disregard the first one lol)
"Xavia..." She squinted a little harder, "Um... I t'ink I met you years ago when rescue from kidnapping." The plant mutant smiled wryly at that, and took the offered hand. To be fair, they didn't know each other beyond that weirdness when she first arrived in New York.
"I know more of beer t'an I should, comes wit' territory of lounge singing." Xavia rolled her eyes. Oh, how she was glad she didn't do that crap anymore. She was very glad she rebooted herself so she wouldn't have to deal with the weird men who obsessed over her, and the having to hire body guards.
"I return to mansion too, just yesterday. I will be teacher of Biology." Which was going to prove interesting. She omitted the part where she'd talked to Sam about joining the X-Men for the simple fact that they were in a bar around a bunch of rednecks, who are an unpredictable lot.
When the current singer hit a sour note, Xavia cringed and shook her head, then tossed back a hefty swallow of the Sangria. The part of her that used to be a star had that itch to boot a bunch of people off the "stage" so she could take over... But then, it was just karaoke and these were just some drunk dudes and dudettes who were singing, not professionals. She would try to ignore the urge for the moment.
"Well, cheers," she said, voice a little higher pitched than intended, eye twitching as another sour note was hit.
She waited for Sam at the designated time, in the designated place. Okay, so maybe she was slightly early, but it never hurt to be early for something, right? Xavia, who had no qualms wearing skimpy clothes because of the nature of her former employment, was relaxed in a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra. Yup, she went there with the yoga pants. Don't hate.
Her body was lithe, she did work out after all. Her belly, which bore the slight pale squiggles of stretchmarks from pregnancy, was otherwise toned. Not really a six pack, but there wasn't any extra flab either. She wore the outfit well. Enough said.
Her hair was braided and coiled around her head to keep it off the back of her neck, and she wore no make up (not that she needed it. Flower, hello!) Her arms were crossed over her bosom as she tapped the toe of one of her Filas against the floor.
The plant mutant was feeling slightly nervous because she was more used to fighting clothes onto a squirming toddler than laying hands in a violent manner on another human being, even if this would not be considered a real fight... right?
"I see... Well, t'ank you for giving me opportunity to do t'is! It is my pleasure. An' t'e week will give me time to clean my home an' such, unpack boxes. I almost sell house when I leave to have baby, but too many good memories t'ere, bad memories too, but outweigh by good." She sighed, but in good cheer.
"I don't have many close friend, maybe we have fun sometime? Talk about weirdo men and such." She chuckled. In reality, she didn't miss being around men. She had gotten close to one before they just drifted apart, and almost got into some trouble with another, it would be nice to have some female friends who weren't full of tension in the romance department. Hah!
That voice... It struck a chord somewhere deep within the recesses of her brain. Xavia swiveled on her stool and squinted through the dim light of the bar toward the other female and canted her head a little. Where in the Sam Hell had she heard that voice before? Sometimes it was still hard to place faces with names.
And then she remembered the brief meetings they had had, one or two of them, more specifically the one at the mansion when Calley had rescued her. "Hey, you were at Mansion, right?" She asked, while scratching her head with her free hand.
Xavia had changed a bit since their last meeting, though, so it might me hard to recognize at first, what with her black hair having been bleached years ago when she went by Layla, and now an almost, neon red. That and she had filled out to a more healthy weight after her kid had been brought into the world.
She didn't remember the woman's name, herself, just the face and the voice. Either way, Xavia raised her own glass of the cocktail and nodded, "Sangria o'er beer, yes?" Or at least what she considered pee-water.
"Okay... Sam..." She said in regard to the first two things. Her brow raised as she listened to the next thing... Really? Did he go there? Apparently he did. Her face immediately became a poker face for a moment, knowing that this was about to get fun. Xavia slowly stood, then let her eyes "boldly" trace over his bare chest and then back up to his face. A slow and almost seductive smile curled the one side of her lips upward, and she lowered her voice to a purr, unable to help herself... "I am not one who needs to worry, dear. It will be ot'er way round." And then she smirked. She wasn't even being serious, he might miss the humor in her gaze though.
The plant mutant then extended her hand in a friendly manner, "I be here." Regardless of whether he shook her hand or not, she would head out of the office, though pause at the door and give him a serious look, "One t'ing for you, Sam... I do not mix business wit' pleasure." And then she gave a smirk and was off.
She nodded, knowing all of that. She had meant more the asking for help in return for giving help, but that was another story. Her eyes narrowed a little at the whole... experimentation thing. That was a good indication that some of her ordeals had been about the experimentation. He would be able to see her lips tighten and her visibly stiffening at the mere word.
"Yes, I understand. And yes, I am old enough." Hell, 31 was plenty old enough, right? Not that she looked it. She lifted her chin a little, "I tell you about kidnapping when I am ready. T'at only t'ing I ask. Still hard for to talk about. Don't remember all." She sighed.
"You should know also t'at I am now teacher here. So... I be here a lot." A nod was given. She let her gaze calm a bit as it settled on his face once again. "Anyt'ing else, sir?" She would then wait for him to reply to her.
. And sorry if I am slow now, the appointments have been happening all at once. Surgery is being worked into the itinerary at some point so lots of prep in the next several months