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.
True, she was enjoying the wine. It wasn’t often she indulged with imbibing. She was starting to feel it, and was glad she decided not to ride the Harley today. She wouldn’t know if she trusted the staff to watch over it for the night or not, despite being a regular. She relaxed even further and nursed her glass, not particularly drinking fast. Her mind was on the stress of the day.
When she decided that she should slow down, she set the glass on the table and pushed it forward some, sighing a little. “You have your work cut out for you there. What a rowdy crowd that was.” Her lips pursed and she opened her eyes halfway, relaxed more than she had been all day.
She wasn’t drunk, but she was definitely tipsy enough to be flushed. Her cheeks took on a rosy tone, and the smell of roses kind of grew heavy around her. She was a happy plant mutant, obviously. Even her stress melted away.
“Thank you very much. My poppa was a good, hard working man and I do miss him. Yes, please do call me Xavia.” It was kind of funny that she was oblivious to any scoping out he may have been doing at that particular moment. Xavia was captain oblivious when it came to being checked out by men. It was a dangerous trait to have, for there were one too many occasions where men folk had become too enamored and then obsessed. Case in point: Beledodia.
Back in the moment, though, she wrote some notes as they spoke. “I will contact my lawyer to be present for legality purposes when we create the bank account, and draw up any contracts.” She crossed her leg, one over the other, and skimmed over her notes before looking up at him. “I am thinking a glass structure with several beds of vegetables, fruits, and miscellaneous flora with temperature and humidity control. Not only will they be able to get a closer look at what they eat, but I believe the school could use the produce for meals, to sell to the locals. Those are only a few ideas! There are so many possibilities.”
And then came the question about her accent, she gave a smile at that. “I was born in Hungary. My family came to the states when I was young.” He obviously needed no strong reason to ask, it was something that really didn’t perceive as a large curiosity. Besides, she was asked all the time. She grew lost in thought from there, picturing her dad from before he had died, how his eyes lit up when he saw her alive and well. He’d teased her a little for bleaching her mass of gipsy-black curls. She missed him immensely.
Xavia wouldn’t let him sleep right there. She took his hand if he let her, and tried to lead him to the room she’d picked as her bed room. The bed was a California King, and she had it turned so that the head board and foot board were at the more narrow ends with a custom frame. It wasn’t as if she had known she would see him again, she just wanted a big bed.
If he had followed, and if he decided he would lay down, Xavia curled up against him and lay there in silence. She was thoughtful the whole time, wondering about things. Eventually, she would drift off into slumber, her sleep kind of broken.
She didn’t fear her dreams, but she woke up many times and lay there, staring at the ceiling as sweat beaded on her forehead. Sometimes she would move to the window seat (she obviously loved bay windows), and sit there staring out into the moonlit night, idly sprouting some roses from her palm as if trying not to think at all. Sometimes she would even look over at him in wonder, the moonlight playing on her skin.
Xavia lifted a brow ever so slightly, “Well, now you do not have to worry about them anymore. No?” Then she flashed a smile at him. She sipped her wine and looked at him over her glass, and the waiter soon showed up to offer dessert. She declined, but gestured toward her new security guard. “Whatever he wants.” She had hardly touched her food as it was.
With a sigh, she glanced around. “I don’t know why, but I have no appetite. Perhaps I should take it easy for the night.” She leaned her head back and sunk against the chair. “But I digress. There is obviously more to it than that. I won’t push you to tell me, seeing as I just with-held some information from you.” A chuckle is given, and she took another sip, closing her eyes and enjoying the wine.
“You wish to forget about all of this, but I cannot. Mistake that it may have been, I do like you. I mean, as a friend. The kiss wasn’t supposed to happen, and it didn’t. Move on we shall, but I can’t say as I will forget.” She gave a shrug. It was just not how it worked with her. She closed her eyes and rubbed at the back of her head. It hurt more than she had been willing to admit. After all, she’d hit the back of her head a lot in the last few years.
She was fine, still, she remembered everything… But she had a splitting head ache. Her phone chirped, she flipped it open to see a text from the taxi and sighed. He wasn’t going to be able to get through traffic any time soon and she should probably try for another cab or find someone else to get her home. Her day that had started off great was quickly turning sour. “I guess I will see you later... I have to start walking.”
“I would rather we not discuss my gift here. It isn’t that I am being secretive, it is that I would prefer not to deal with the drama of too many people asking questions all at once. I will be happy to tell you all you need to know about me in a more private setting.” She took a drink of her wine, and then relaxed back into her chair. Her gaze kind of drifted of its own accord. Then she turned it back toward him, brow puckering a little.
“Why did you agree to come dine with me, anyway? I am curious. I mean, it was out of the blue.” She gave a half smile, “Not every day you get someone you don’t even know offering to buy you dinner.”
It didn’t take long at all for Sam to show up. He was early. The man approached and introduced himself, she rose, took his hand and squeezed. “I am Sah-vee-ah Warshahlai.” And then she was seating herself again. “It is lovely to finally meet with you, Mr. Johnson, I hope you are having a wonderful day. I have been trying to find someone to talk to about the check I am dying to donate to the school.” The plant mutant took hold of a cloth napkin and draped it across her lap, and continued, “My friend, Nate, told me to talk to you. Please, do have a seat.” And she would gesture toward the seat opposite hers.
The waiter came to the table and placed bread sticks in the center of the table, read off the wine of the day for which she declined for coffee instead, and then the menus were given to them. “I know what I would like, but we can wait until Mr. Johnson is ready.” She smiled, and then the waiter was off.
That being done, she launched right into business whether he was seated or not… “As you are aware, I have a rather large sum I am donating. I recently inherited a business after the death of my father and it is in his memory I make this donation. In addition – May I call you Sam? I hate formalities… -- Anyhow, in addition to my donation of $98,000, I wish to establish a greenhouse on the grounds of the school for the use of the children. Now, as a stipulation, part of my donation is to be for specific improvements, and the rest will be as your school sees fit. The main reason I needed to speak with a representative, if not the schoolmaster, is to discuss possible improvements, as well as to arrange payments. Ehh…” Her accent was obviously Eastern European, but not too thick to understand. “For instance; one lump sum, or opening a bank account strictly for this donation and the possibility of more.”
The waiter came back with her coffee and whatever he decided to drink, and she pulled a legal pad out to set onto the table, as well as an ink pen. She then ordered Eggplant Parmesan for herself, and of course was footing the bill for whatever he chose to order.
It was one of those overly hot days in New York City, when one could see the heat waves dancing like light on water. It was so warm that it was necessary for one to relax in air conditioning instead of being out and about. However, Xavia flourished on days like these. She’d spent the afternoon on the roof to sun bathe, and then took a long bath in her claw foot tub. She was completely relaxed by a certain point. It was a day she wished she could tale off and not bother with the outside world. But she had to get back to reality at some point.
The plant mutant put on a red dress, a designer number that was strappy and knee length. A sheer blouse was placed over that, blonde-in-a-box was swept up into a clip, and red pumps put on her feet. Business was going to be discussed on this day, one way or another. First she had a meeting with her lawyer to talk about expanding the greenhouse business, and then she would be talking to a few candidates for her manager, and finally she was going to try and get a hold of the headmaster of the school she was going to be donating her money to.
She now sat in a posh little café in Upper Manhattan, slightly worn out at that moment in time. She dialed the number she had looked up in the phone book, and waited till Sam picked up, or she got voicemail. Either way, she would say, “Hello, my name is Xavia Warshahlai, and I need to speak to you about a donation check for your facility. You can meet me at (insert restaurant name here), we can discuss the donation and other ventures.” And if it was voicemail she got, she would go on to say, “You can reach me at KL5-3434.” If not, she gave the man a specific time.
Whether it was arranged for a closer time or later, she moved on to the restaurant in question and waited for his arrival. Hopefully he would show up so they could finally meet.
“You start immediately, and we can work out any details later, like paper work and what not.” Tofu was speared next, she ate that quickly. Her eyes diverted to her plate and she looked thoughtful in her silence. Her fork is then set on the napkin next to her plate, and she leaned her elbows on the table and steepled her fingers once again. “What is it you wish to ask me?” She gazed at him once again.
The waitress came by again and she leaned over to quietly ask for her second course, and requested that the current course be boxed for later. She also asked for a rare glass of wine for herself, then offered to have a glass poured for him as well… “White wine? Or if you would prefer, imported beer…”
It didn’t take long for the waitress to retrieve the bottle she requested, which was one of their more expensive options. She did not feel guilty in this case, she rarely bought these kind of things. She just felt like having a glass to try and relax after such a stressful afternoon. She had a lot to think about later on, like the hiring of a new manager. Hell, perhaps she would try for a Broadway audition or two…
In the meantime, however, she would share drink with her new body guard. If he accepted that offer, anyhow.
She wasn’t upset about being spurned by him, or even by being led on. She had only known him for less than three days. “I am angry and feel guilty because if I would have kissed you, it would be a betrayal on someone who remained loyal to me even when they thought I had died.” It just blurted out like that, her eyes kind of glittered and she started pacing, kind of passionate about what she almost did. “Why the hell would I give in like that? I… I don’t just kiss men at random! He said he never thought about anyone else… Just a few days before I even met you! And… And… God, why would I do something so foolish…?”
Xavia turned and looked at him, “We are both foolish.” Her words were chastising more for herself than for him. “It seems that we both need to think about what it is we want.” She closed her eyes and licked her lips, her throat closing with emotion, “It is just as much –my- fault as it is yours, so please… Please do not excuse my behavior.” Her hands lifted, palm up, “I was the one who tried to kiss you, not the other way around. You flirted with me, and I responded. See? Both of us.”
“I shall be honest with you. No, I have no desire to tour again, once was enough for me.” She picked at her food at this point, and looked down, “I can also honestly tell you that it would not just be for when I do my work, but there might be times when I need you with no questions asked. I will not say that you must work at my side twenty-four hours a day, but there are times when being me is just hazardous to me.” She took a sip of water, and speared a piece of broccoli. “I am not doing this… thing for popularity. I do it because I love to sing, and to be on stage. I own a company that my poppa passed to my family, whom decided to forfeit it to me to do as I please with it. I have no want for money and I don’t really desire to be rich, yet I run the company anyhow so that I have no need for money. So you see, it wouldn’t be just to stand outside my door and keep the creeps out, and there is not really any travel.” She was trying to explain it, and didn’t feel confident in her explanation, she looked a little frustrated with herself for over explaining. “You would be kind of like my bodyguard. You show up to work, you get paid, simple as that. I will not fire you unless you do something that really upsets me and as long as I have my company, you have no need to worry about being broke.”
Xavia took the broccoli between her teeth and pulled it off the fork, then chewed in that thorough manner again. Once she swallowed, she went on, “I am sorry if what I say is over explanation, I am sometimes bad with English… As much as I wish to say I have mastered the language, I obviously have not.” A half smile formed on her lips and she peered at him..
She gave a heavy sigh, rubbing at the lump that was forming on the back of her head. “I… get that. No need to explain any further.” Her feelings really weren’t hurt, though there definitely was an attraction for him now, that part really sucked. “I shouldn’t have even gotten near you like that anyways. I mean, I just… found someone I had been looking for. We’re not exactly together, but…”
Xavia sat down and frowned. She was starting to feel conflicted. She did love Jupiter, but now she was starting to have doubts about where they were with each other. “Perhaps this just says I shouldn’t jump back into a relationship with a man whom I hadn’t seen in almost two and a half years.” She gave a sad laugh.
“Your girlfriend is a lucky one, nevertheless, you’re real lovely company and… I wasn’t seeing the signs of you flirting with me until you got really close…” Her frown deepened, and now she felt kind of bad.
And that is when the scratch of a broken record resounded through her thoughts, and she blinked. “Uh… Sorry.” She pushed herself away from him, then scrambled to her feet and to put distance between the two of them. She was beyond mortified. Her face was red, her eyes were slightly watery. And then the other chirp came, this time, she answered… “Yes… I am – Oh… Thank you anyway.” And then she closed her phone. Great, the cabby was calling to let her know there had been a pile up and he wouldn’t be there for another hour anyways.
She took a shuddering breath and shouldered her purse, straightening her back. “I… got caught up in the moment of having hit my head. Rest assured, I am not… like that.” She ground out, more angry with herself than with him.
It was probably the fact that she hit her head, but for some reason… She just… Leaned in and stopped, her mouth just… Barely apart from his. She was so close to a kiss that he would be able to feel her breath tickle against his lips. No, she didn’t have a concussion, just a nice lump forming on the back of her head. She wasn’t going to kiss him, he would have to kiss her if he really was flirting and such.
Whether he did so or not was a moot point, her phone chirped to remind her that the cab was waiting. Still, she hesitated to move away.
Realized her purse was left behind and on his desk. Cursing, she whirled around and booked it back toward the office. She must look like a madwoman running through the halls, but she had already called the cab, for one, and for two… Holy moses, he was half naked! She skidded and fell onto her rump. And he looked good, too. She had an excuse to be red faced, at least, she thought as she climbed to her feet. She had the decency to knock on the door frame as she was entering, “I forgot my purse… It’s… It’s on your desk…” she was trying soooo hard to avert her gaze. So much so that she stumbled on her way over to the desk. When she had the thing, she giggled nervously and said, “Got it!”
Walking backwards a bit, she waved and said, “Um… Have a nice –“ And then she tripped over something else. “OOF!” And that time, she hit her head hard enough to see stars, and little birdies chirping. Not hard enough to have hurt herself too bad, mind you, but enough that she wasn’t getting up right away. And when she looked toward him, she momentarily saw too good looking men. Aw shoot.
