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.
"Four times." She said, giving a humorless laugh. "T'ree since I grow up. Learn a lot." Xavia left it at that, however, because some of it was hazy, and other parts painful. "X-men fight for respect among everyone, justice, an' stand for everyt'ing I do... T'ey are strong and protect t'e weak, I would like to be strong so I can protect weak too. Above all, t'ey don't ask for t'ing in return."
She canted her head and watched him through lashes that were then, slightly lowered. The sweating had ceased, though it left her face flushed in a charming manner. One thing was clear, she had a good ability, just not the means yet to control it like it needed to be, and didn't have the knowledge honed for it's use.
Her palms were swiped along the hem of her dress, as if to adjust the fabric over her knees. Not really a nervous gesture, just a natural one.
"Doing t'is for her. I was kidnapped more t'an one time an' never knew how to defend self. How can I defend her if I cannot defend self? I owe X-Men my life, too. Boy wit' animals save me from one kidnap, I stay here for few weeks. She is wit' my mama an' papa, and t'ey will make sure she is okay if somet'ing happen to me. Which bring me back to kidnapping... I am not out of danger, ever. I cannot get comfortable an' preten' everyt'ing is going to be fine. I feel X-men is best fit because t'ey fight for t'e right t'ings." She had a lot of conviction in her voice as she spoke. "So it is win-win. I have people 'round me who can help better if I wit' t'em, an I can help back."
As far as the sweating went, it was from the whole use of her power, not any outward nervousness. In fact, she seemed fine other than that. Xavia took a deep breath and sighed, "I get tired sometime when I use power like t'is. Take lot of energy to make plant in hand. Less energy to make plant grow t'at already in pot. Even less to make seed sprout in ground. I also not use power much since my daughter was born."
She set her eyes to roam the office for a moment, then returned them to his face. Not once did she let them wander over his chest or arms since she applied the aloe to his burns. She kept herself polite, she didn't stare, she didn't seem nervous either. It was as if he wasn't half clothed and things were just normal for her. Or maybe not? Okay, so she wasn't blind, and she was human. Duh, of course she could appreciate his form, but she was making sure NOT to do it for the sake of keeping it professional. It had been a long time since she had even noticed a male in that way.
"Szívesen," she replied in Hungarian, rather than Romanian. She understood him just fine, having that language as well as a few others under her belt. "Xavia," she said when he spoke of not remembering her name. "Yes, I come here long time ago to donate," her smile was genuine as she backed away, disposed of the ruined plant matter, and moved to sit down. The whiskey was refused politely in that time, too.
"I wish to join because they save my life, an' I wasn't ready back t'en to join... I am now. I wish to learn how to use powers better an' fight for good." Xavia crossed one leg over the other, the white cotton of her dress shifting some with the movement. "I get tired of being kidnapped an' experiment on, or torture. I live away from here for years to reboot brain. I have baby while gone and realize she is most important t'ing in world to me an' I need to be strong for her. I cannot do t'at if I do not hone my gift, no? Lot of reason to join."
She took a deep breath. He would be able to notice that the green, leafy quality to her hand was slow to return to skin, and she was still sweating a little bit.
I have an open thread here if anyone is interested, and I am also looking for a thread or two more so I can get some posting in. I am hoping for some rapid fire if anyone is inclined to do so. Please let me know. Would love to play with someone I played with before if possible but not going to turn down new faces!
There was a quaint little hole in the wall, somewhere on the outskirts of the city where the hustle and bustle was much less drastic than toward Central NYC. Xavia decided she would pull her Harley out for a ride. She hadn't ridden since before her daughter was born, so it was nice to have the bike moving her along again. She was dressed ripped jeans that hugged her butt just right, a tank top, and a cropped, leather jacket for the cool breeze of the night. She rode the bike into the parking lot, which was of cracked concrete and tar, and filled with mostly hoopty looking cars and a few motorcycles.
Her booted foot hit the kick stand after she parked and cut the ignition. She swung her leg over and stood, then pulled her helmet off and stuck that on the back of the bike before grabbing the keys and pocketing them.
It was then that she casually strolled into the bar, ready to drink a beer to ease the road dusty feeling of her mouth after a ride through upstate NY. Xavia found herself in a dimly lit interior, which smelled of smoke from bygone days but was no longer filled with it (there was a no smoking sign right on the door next to one of those cigarette thingies that you stub em out with and drop down into some sand through a tube, right out front.)
The plant mutant eased her rump onto a bar stool and waited for the bartender to notice her. It only took him a moment, he was wiping down the bar. "What can I do for ya?" asked the ZZ Top-esque old man with the long beard.
"Got imports or jus' domestic?" she asked.
"We got Corona, Bud, Coors, Pabst, Miller, and Guiness. We also got some specials if you ain't in the mood for em beers. Sangria, Irish Car Bombs, and Rattlesnakes."
"Sangria is fine," she said flatly, then paid the man asking price plus a healthy tip. He immediately liked her.
He made her drink, she received it on a napkin, sans the fruit garnish, and swiveled around on the stool. Her eyes immediately fell to a large young man in a jersey and baseball cap, singing quite out of tune to some country song of an origin she was not quite sure of... It sounded like... Rhinestone Cowboy? Oh, lord. With a grimace, she sipped her summer wine and looked around. As soon as she spied the paper and pencil, she rolled her eyes heavenward and tried to ignore it. After all, her singing days? Yeah, limited to singing to her kid now. Besides, did she want to risk being recognized for her voice? Then again, she was in a hole in the wall, not one of the jazz clubs.
She blinked and followed the angry ice mutant (she had not actually been in the office, but the hallway, but for the sake of not having you redo your whole post...) into his office, watching him slam around. She noticed the burns and, when he finally spoke to her, she moved over to him. She overturned her hand and concentrated, though spoke as she stared at her palm, "I was told to come see you 'bout joining X-men," she said as the beginning spike of an aloe plant peaked through her skin and broke through.
"But we worry about that soon, tend to burns, yes?" Someone who was blind would probably not miss the fact of the scorches. And she who at least had the capability to bring a little bit of relief, was going to do so to the best of her abilities. It took a few moments for the plant to come out more, and sweat beaded on her forehead a little as she willed it to sprout faster. A plant, the size of six or seven inches around at the top and about as long, with twelve or so spikes, was then nestled in the palm of her hand. Her hand had turned the same green and had that leafy quality to every digit, as well. She picked the aloe from her hand, and then squeezed some of the gel out.
"Here," she said quietly and moved closer, still to him. That rosy scent of hers would curl gently against his nostrils as she, if he didn't stop her, would ply the gel to the burns to sooth them. "I come here years ago, someone save me from kidnapping. I was science experiment because I do t'is power." She snorted a little as she traced the piece gently over another burn, "I have t'is power for long time, t'ough did not know till I was teenager. Anyway, because t'e people here save me, I give back every chance I get. But I was not ready to join X-men for long time. I am ready now if you have me." The whole time she spoke, she was picking pieces of the spikes and squeezing gel onto whatever burns she could find (again, unless he stopped her).
It was then that she paused and tilted her head at him. His face struck a chord with her. She blinked a few times and she said, "Good to see you again, by t'e way, Sam." She was remembering the conversation she had, how she had donated money for the green house, and it was through him. Ahhh, yes.
Sept 20, 2015 1:12:16 GMT -6
Xavia: Aha moment, found an old thread I had with CS
She wasn't sure if she had met Sam or not, but he was who she was supposed to meet. She made sure to ask around for him, of course, until she was directed to him. When she found his office, she gave a soft knock in hopes he was there. Xavia then waited, and tucked a stray strand of red hair behind her ear to get it out of her face.
While she waited, she took a glance around her, trying to remember her stay in the mansion, brief as it had been. How long ago had it been? Ugh, she couldn't seem to bring that part of her past back to her even after all this time since Romania. Or maybe she just didn't want to remember all the details of her life in that terrible time.
Either way, she was on a mission. She wanted to join the X-Men. It had been something she had thought about for quite some time before venturing to put herself out there to do so. She could not deny her gift anymore and wanted to embrace it, and she wanted to do some good with it. But all she knew were little parlor tricks for the most part, unimpressive things that wouldn't help too much to win a fight unless she used vines or something. She needed to expand upon her gift. How could she do that on her own?
"Oh, yes. I can do t'at." Did she ever meet Sam? She wasn't sure. She could remember most, if not all of the others. Or at least... she thought she did. Some of that part of her life was a hazy mess, considering what happened to her in that time frame. At least now she was in for something more mundane, right? If one could call teaching a bunch of mutant children about science, that is.
"T'ank you for your help," she said, beaming again, reaching out that well manicured hand of hers toward Gemma's, "When do I start?"
"Xavia..." She said, "Not offended... Erm... Gart'(Garth)? Garret?" See, she couldn't remember his name either. They had only talked a few times, so it's not like they were close or anything. "No, I have house in city. I come work here t'ough." She shifted the papers from the office into her handbag for later, and gave a kind smile in his direction. "Welcome home."
The plant mutant was torn between letting him get to what he came for and letting him be, not sure of his reaction at all. Was he annoyed that she nearly bowled into him? Was he disappointed that she wasn't someone else? It was hard to get a read on the man. "I hope you had lovely trip," she added, for lack of something better. It wasn't as if she knew the man well, right?
'Yes, yes... Thank you!" Xavia grinned and tucked her materials under her arm, prepared to take a quick look around the grounds before leaving, and was justa bout to do so when she remembered something she wanted to ask. "Uh, not sure where to go, but I wish to join X-men. T'ey save my life, after all. I wait a long time to ask, but I t'ink I am ready."
It was an odd coincidence that another familiar face would find his way back to the place that quite possibly gave him his life. For Xavia, it was like finding an old friend again, and many friends within that friend... You know, like one of those nesting dolls. Either way, she was on her way out just as he was on his way... in.
Xavia opened the doors and nearly plowed into him because she wasn't looking until last second. Just as she would have made that contact, she jumped out of her skin, it felt like, and her heart began to hammer from the startle. "Oh! I am so sorry!! I did not mean to," she said with slight panting that often accompanied a sudden fright like that.
She did not seem to recognize him at first, and started to walk around him, the keys to her conventional mini van making their way to her hand from her purse. After several steps, the plant mutant shifted on her heel and looked at him with a canted head, "We met before, yes?" Her accent was still thick with Hungarian, and she still looked almost the same with a few minor changes like hair color (A deep red) and the type of clothing she wore (In this case, a simple, cotton dress of white with a cropped jean jacket). "I talk to you for green house, yes? Years ago."
She also seemed to smell the same. The natural scent of roses seemed to drift from her, and from several feet away, he might get the subtle smell and it may perhaps jog his memory, should he have forgotten her. Her tawny eyes crinkled some at the corners in good cheer as she regarded him with curiosity.
"Actually, I do not need accomodation, t'ank you. I have house in t'e city." She also didn't need a paycheck but she wouldn't say that because she would simply donate the money right back into the school anyways. Nobody needed to know that! She wondered if the greenhouse she helped fund was still up and in working order.
"Just t'e material I need t' go t'rough is fine, I make good plan for children." A warm smile was given then, and the plant mutant cocked her head. "I look forward to teaching, should be fun, yes?"
"No... Unless you count your own babies." She smiled. "My daughter ees en Michigan wit' her grandparents, I teach her t'ings about plants an' she attends private school. Very bight child." And so far, not showing any mutations despite the fact mom and dad both had some powers.
"But I went to school for a time so I could learn to teach." She presented her resume. "I get tired of living glamorous life of lounge singer." And she was quite serious. "I learn everyt'ing I can about botony and biology."
“Not at all bot'ered. My ah... power is of plants, not much I can do wit' anyhow.” She gave a soft chuckle. “I didn't really leef 'ere, I stay for few weeks per'aps to recover froom kidnapping. Seem like long time ago. I owe t'is place some'ting. I haff life back, I geev life to t'is place now.” As far as the coffee went, she would politely decline.
She gave a firm nod and a smile. The plant woman shifted to a relaxed stance and she habitually gestured with her hands as if to illustrate her point, “I teach children plants, yes?”
