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.
The shouting startled her awake. Kerblink. Xavia was asleep in the cradle that was the tree that the young miss was sitting beneath. Grimy fingers curled and rubbed at her eye sockets, and she shook her head to get out of her own fog. The last thing she remembered was trekking across barren wastelands, pushing her bike. The plant mutant felt a sudden and gnawing hunger against her belly, and she sighed. But the shouting kind of drowned out the sound of her belly rumbling, so she craned her neck and peered over the side of the hefty branch she was perched upon.
“Are you alright?” she said, her accent was somewhat thick in her sleepiness at that time. Definitely an eastern European accent. Xavia was genuinely concerned.
In the meantime, she touched the branch and it slowly bent to her will. It was too high up for her to jump down, and she needed the boost down… It would take a little bit for it to fully cooperate, though, so there was no way she was just going to get out of the tree right off the bat. Beads of sweat welled upon her brow, only to trickle gently downward.
Whether the other replied or not within the span of time it took for the branch to bend down enough, she shimmied downward carefully, then dropped the rest of the way. The branch melded back to its original state, and she was then face to face with the one who woke her from the odd dream she was having.
My goodness, but it was too real for words how it felt.
She kissed him back, and didn’t hold back this time. Her mouth melded with his with a hunger she hadn’t let him know since they reunited. Her fingers moved to cup his cheeks and she kind of sobbed into the kiss, but not the kind that meant she was crying. Then her arms curled around him, well, as best as they could anyway, and she tilted her head to deepen the kiss. She didn’t break it until she needed air, and even then it was brief, because she kissed him again, pressing herself against him without reservation.
After what seemed like forever, she finally pulled away enough to rest her head against his broad chest, dropping her heels. Heavy breaths wafted against him, ruffling his shirt (if he was wearing one anyway.) “I do love you. More than you know…” She shuddered a little and lifted her head, looking into his beloved eyes, her own shifting from side to side a little as she searched his gaze. “If I believed in the woman proposing, I would do it, because yes, I want to grow old with you.”
Xav smiled at him, then, and parted from him to pad over to the stove, grabbing a potholder and lifting the lid to set aside. She grabbed the ladle that was resting in the spoon rest, and she started scooping some out of the pot for him and not herself since there was meat in it. The bowl was also pretty large because he was large. It wasn’t a mixing bowl by any means, it was just double the size of a cereal bowl. She set that in front of him with a spoon, and then got a salad out of the fridge for herself and sat down across from him.
“I hope you like dinner. It’s goulash. I would eat it with you, but it would probably make me ill if I did. So I don’t know how it tastes… It smells good, at least.” She waited for him to sit and start eating before touching her plate of food. When he did eat some, it would be a wonderful thing, she had followed the exact recipe her mother had taught her years ago, especially the love with which it was made.
Later after they had both finished and the dishes were cleared away, and the leftovers were put into storage bowls, she moved in behind him and asked him to close his eyes, after which she would lead him to her room. “Don’t open them yet,” she said a couple of times on the way up, and also when she pushed him to lay on the bed. She moved in next to him and then whispered in his ear, “You can open them now…” And when he did (assuming he did), candles were lit, and she was in her night gown, gazing down at his face. And then she was kissing him again.
“I have had no trouble, thus far. But then, I kept to myself and only rode my bike when I knew I could. Besides, never know when one could use the parts, right?” With a grin, she patted the Harley fondly. Her eyes dimmed a little then, and she sighed, “I suppose it is time to retire him, though, it is getting harder and harder to scavenge fuel, yes?”
It would be sad to have to let it go, but she didn’t want any trouble. Xavia ran her fingers over the gas tank one last time, though, and then reluctantly moved away from it. “How much food do you have? I have a few cans, I suppose… Haven’t found any in awhile anyways. I was hoping to run into someone else, perhaps it would be easier to find food with more than one person looking. Anyhow, it is nice to meet you, Hymn”
And that was the end of her side of the conversation for the moment, she didn’t want to seem too chatty to Hymn.
“I am pretty sure it will be at least one per night. Sometimes I get lucky and there are none, but it is rare.” Sigh… “But that is what I get for choosing this profession, no?” With that, she gave a lopsided grin and reached to caress a flower in the centerpiece. The whole bouquet reacted accordingly. After a minute, she grabbed for her notepad, something she used to scribble lyrics onto, and flipped a few pages in to a blank sheet. Xavia scribbled down information he needed, like her number, the days she worked, and even the extent of her mutation that she had left out in conversation because she wasn’t comfortable flaunting or talking openly about it in public. (refer to profile)
“How much did you get paid by your former employer anyway? I never did ask.” Her eyes met his by that point, and she ran her fingers through her hair at the side of her head. She tended to do that a lot when she was starting to get tired and such.
Ok, I just want to let my co-posters know that I just started work yesterday and am already being run ragged lol. I have a full time schedule already, so I will be posting when I have snatches of time and am not about to pass out from a long night. Am not allowed to bring my lappy with me or anything like that because I work in a bar.
The young lady heard the bike and knew someone was there. The pot was abandoned for the moment, and she walked toward the front of the house to open the door. She was dressed in a red sundress with silver embroidered flowers all over it, her feet were bare, and her hair was curly and left down. She gave a half smile as she leaned her hip against the door, and she called out to him, “Hey you…” Her voice seemed to waver a little.
Once she had him inside and situated in the kitchen where there was a sturdy and beautiful oak table, she slid in across from him and bit her lip, trying to collect her thoughts as to how this would go. After a sigh, she leaned back and decided to open right up and just… Be up front. “I am sorry we haven’t seen each other much, I have a lot of work.” Said in all honesty…
“I… Need to talk to you, Jupiter.” Her eyes met his, and she took another deep breath, and let it out. “I almost kissed someone I barely even knew. And I feel really awful. I mean, I just found you again and I… Don’t even KNOW what we are, and… I know you still care for me, but I didn’t know if you wanted to be with me or anything. But I didn’t kiss him, I stopped myself because I couldn’t let it happen. I love you and you’re the only one I want to be with, and…” She hit the table with her palm and then stood up, pacing. “It felt too wrong to even think about that man like that, because I felt like it was a huge betrayal. And what would have happened if I did kiss him? You would hate me, wouldn’t you? I wouldn’t get to grow old with you and I couldn’t handle that. I love you, damn it.”
Her hand tugged and he didn’t resist, and they were curled up together again. She curled up against him, tucking her head beneath his chin as the big man held her somewhat protectively. “It is okay that you sleep… I don’t want you to go.” And with that, she grew silent, and eventually drifted off. He marveled for a bit, happy to be able to feel her small form nestled against his barrel chest again. She was his woman, even if they hadn’t talked about that yet. She had no clue he felt that way, but damn, he’d missed her. But he didn’t have time to think about it right now, he was drifting back off.
It was a few weeks later… With her busy schedule, it was hard for them to see each other. She was kind of tired between business meetings for the greenhouse, as well as the donating of funds to the Mansion, and her singing career. And she’d hit the back of her head and almost made a GRAVE mistake. And guilt wracked her for something that didn’t happen. She had been thinking about it for the last bit of time, and realized why it almost happened. Not really because Nate had flirted so much, but because she was feeling insecure. It was understandable after everything that she had gone through. She had NO clue how Jupiter really felt about her.
So she invited him over for the night. She wanted to talk to him. Xavia was going to be open and honest about the almost kiss. It wouldn’t be fair to not say anything, but she was going to tell him why it almost happened. She hoped that it wouldn’t make him walk away from her. She realized from this whole experience that it was always him. Any other guy wouldn’t do.
She took a deep breath and put the lid onto a pot of traditional Hungarian goulash that was on the stove, and it bubbled merrily away. A rather large pot at that, she thought, and then went to the living room to wait for him to show up.
“I actually wanted to donate because one of the students saved my life a few years back, and he brought me here to recover in the infirm. When my poppa died, and I inherited the money and the business, I didn’t really know what I wanted to do at first. I grew up in the greenhouses, you see. My momma and poppa taught me everything I know about plants. There is just one facility, and that is in Michigan. I have someone overseeing it for me because my momma and sister did not want to do it after Poppa died.” She heaved a sigh. “It is small, but profitable. The facility itself is four buildings on a 300 acre property, not including the house my family lived in, in Kalamazoo County. We have mostly common plants, but we also offer exotics to an extent.”
And then she stood up. “If you will excuse me, I need to head to the ladies room.” Then she walked away. If he watched her, the flowers in the pots near the hall toward the restrooms visibly perked up as if to vie for her attention and affection. They seemed more vibrant, happier… Her scent was no longer mingling with that of Italian food, either. The smell of damask, not cheap perfume but totally natural, dissipated in her wake. Hell, the flower in the vase on the table was less vibrant and starting to close before she made her way back toward the table.
When she sat down again, it bloomed and bent toward her a little. She was like the sun. She absentmindedly caressed at the blossom, before continuing. “As far as I go, what is it that you wish to know?” She asked this in a casual manner, her eyes meeting his eye over the rose. She was willing to speak of herself in a professional manner, and she was willing to answer personal questions, within reason. Whatever he decided to ask at that point, she was an open book.
“I am glad that I got it to some of the right hands, even if they weren’t the exact hands the check should have gone to.” A small laugh exited Xavia at that point. “I am also glad to have met Nate, he is a pleasant enough fellow.” And that was said in a neutral manner. Sam certainly did not need to know that Nate had flirted without thinking about it. And she, who was used to being looked upon a certain way, almost caved in this once. Hah, foolish of her. No, she wasn’t going to let it happen again. They could look at her all they wanted, she was not a flower to be plucked.
“Generally speaking, indoor Bonzai trees are small but take patience and great care. Perhaps each student could take one as their responsibility to train and care for as their grades would depend upon. Exotics also take patience and care. It would depend on the plant, really.” She also thanked the waiter for the food and such, and then began to nibble between bits of conversation, chewing slowly and thoughtfully.
“I do thank you for agreeing about my involvement after the donation. As far as Nate goes… Yes… He told me to talk to you. I actually talked to him when I went to visit the school and he was the only one I could find at the time among the faculty.” Xav popped another bite into her mouth, fork poised casually. She seemed to relax a bit more as they conversated.
“I would have left the check with him, but I didn’t know if that was proper protocol.”
“I don’t know. Sometimes I just get bad dreams coming at me while I sleep. I thought I would rather get up and stay awake for awhile so that I wouldn’t wake you.” A soft shrug is given and she turned her head to look at him. She had a lot on her mind, some doubts about things, trepidations… Her mouth formed a half smile, though. “I will be fine.”
She looked down at her palm as tendrils of plant life curled around her fingers. It withered away when she shook her hand, and then she stood and stretched a little. Her nightgown was diaphanous when the moonlight filtered through the window, her frame silhouetted by the silky fabric that surrounded it. Her hair had lost the effects of the straightening she had done to it earlier in the night, so it seemed to curl in the riotous manner he might remember.
“Sometimes I would sit in the penthouse of a hotel and look down at the city, and would wonder why I was looking. I’d close my eyes and there was always a blur of red passing by. I knew it was a person, was someone I supposed I knew… But I couldn’t remember. I would always try to think of the blur when I had bad dreams.” Xavia moved toward him and then sat on the bed beside him. “Now I know that even though I didn’t remember who you were or what you looked like, you never really left me.”
That was a loaded question. Her pupils dilated as she looked up to him from her glass of wine. With a sigh, she kind of bit her lip and closed her eyes. “I… I am used to eh, a reaction of certain desire from men that I do not exactly promote on purpose.” She gave a shrug. “Perhaps it is because of how I smell. I do not know why else I would get such reaction.” She was actually being meek, now! Here she was, someone who possessed certain looks that she seemed so unaware of it could be mind boggling to some.
“There was one time that I was held in captivity because an old man grew obsessed. I thought, perhaps, that it was just because we were in Romania. Anyway, I was… In his possession for a long time, it felt like. I am lucky to be alive.” And with that, she finished off the half glass of her wine, and then put her hand over it when the waiter noticed it was empty. “No more for me.”
She knew her limits. Now. “Why do you ask?” Her head tilted, her eyes were half closed by that point, cheeks flush. The scent of damask was cloying and drifted around the area as her guard was let down. That partially answered his earlier question, as the scent was not synthetic in the least. It smelled like they were sitting in a garden, and the closest flora were rose bushes.
I suddenly got hit hard with being sick and was bedridden for almost four full days. I will be working on catching up tomorrow night as I am not up to doing it right now, I am still quite weak and tired. This affects all of my threads and pending threads. Sorry for the delays <3
“You are on the same page as me for sure,” she smiled and relaxed, sinking back against her chair and popping a bite of bread into her mouth to chew on thoughtfully, a long and tapered finger tapping gracefully against her cheek while she reflected. She swallowed the bite and then sipped at her coffee, and then tilted her head a little. “Perhaps it could have two wings… One designed for leisure… Perhaps to admire exotics… Bonzai trees. I remember when I was younger, I loved when my momma and poppa showed me how to plant seedlings and prune them. Teaching a tree how to grow, teaches a lesson to children a good lesson on life.”
She gave a winsome smile, her eyes warm at the memory. “The other wing could be for food, it would teach kids where some foods come from, and so much more.” She closed her eyes and listened to him speak. He slipped into Romanian, which was similar to her own language. “Very lovely, indeed.” Her reply was in Hungarian. She translated in English in case he didn’t understand.
