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.
She pushed the bike the rest of the way. When she finally made it to the other female, she gasped and wheezed, “Thank GOD! I thought I was alone in this world.” Xavia looked at Hymn gratefully for having stopped in the first place, and set the bike so it would stand. She didn’t really have any weapons on her, it looked like, and she wasn’t hostile. Not that she wouldn’t turn to hostility if it meant defending herself! “My name is Xavia.” Her eastern European accent wasn’t so heavy that she was easily misunderstood, but it was there.
“My bike died just now, I hope I can fix it and find fuel, but I doubt it. If not, I have parts that can be useful.” Back before the end of the world, she had watched all kinds of shows about surviving such an event. Now, she didn’t know all there was to know about it, but she had gained enough knowledge that she was still alive.
The one thing she didn’t do was offer any of her food. She only had a few cans of veggies left, it was probably time to scavenge.
Despite the tear in her dress that could go horribly wrong, she followed the two others out, immediately lifting her palm and causing a vine of ivy to spring forth. Of course, the photosynthesis took about thirty seconds, and a lot could happen in that amount of time. Once she felt confident enough, she sent it toward the man’s feet, which it obediently curled around Ted’s, and not the Shadow’s feet. Xavia yanked as hard as she could, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. He went crashing down with a heavy thud, hopefully to give his opponent a better chance at whooping his ass.
But she turned her head, hearing the sound of her manager nearing as he spoke on his cell, “I don’t know what her problem is, she is turning out to be a diva and I don’t like how needy she is. The only thing Layla has going for her is --- Oh crap, I have to go.”
“By the way, you stinking turd, you’re fired.” She was really mad, now.
“You’re – You’re…” He pointed toward her hand… “A gold mine!! Wait! You can’t fire me!”
She ignored him and dropped the vine, which was withering at this point. Great, he had seen a small amount of what she could do. Now what? At least Kenny was “kind” enough to yell for more security, and more of them came to restrain this Ted fellow and relieve the Shadow.
She looked up at the sudden movement of the shadow mutant, not that she knew that is what he was mind you, and said, “Please get him the hell out of my room. He just… Walked right in without invitation!” She was kind of upset, moving to stand up. Now, Xavia was not a diva in the sense that she was spoiled and had to have everything her way, and she wasn’t stuck up in any sense of the word… But when some guy just comes bursting into her room, she reacts accordingly. Because she wasn’t the type of gifted to blatantly show the world what she was, she didn’t use her power to try and intimidate. No, it was more comical than that…
She pulled off her other shoe, brandishing it like it was a dangerous weapon. Yes, that is right, she would beat that man with a shoe if she had to. The shoe held in front of her, she reached back and grabbed for the phone, then dialed the number for Kenny. When he answered with, “Yo,” she replied with, “No trouble, eh? Me flirting just got me into trouble and now there is a creepy man who burst into my room. Take care of it, Kenny.” Then she hung up on him.
If he didn’t take better care of her as a musician, she was probably going to hire someone else. But there were so many shady managers around, it was hard to tell who would do what in these parts. She’d hired Kenny because he’d been recommended to her by her former manager, who had to retire due to his health. Perhaps he hadn’t known what a lackluster performance the latter was giving.
Now, as far as the other man, the one who was helping her out, she was going to be sure to reward for said help.
She nuzzled some more into the flowers, and they seemed to respond in kind. “They don’t have intentions. They don’t purposefully set out to make life miserable, or break hearts. They don’t have hatred. You know when they are happy because they bloom bright and vibrant. Like so…” She demonstrated by pulling back and tickling at a particularly droopy flower, one that was not much longer for this world. The stem straightened and the flower burst into full bloom. “Would that I could keep these alive when I am not here… But even I cannot solve the mystery of immortality.” She gave a soft laugh.
“And you know those stories about people singing to flowers? They can’t really hear. I know because I can be a flower if I want. But they do feel vibrations, and vibrates the sound waves. So the flowers can –feel- someone singing or talking to them, and they can grow and respond…” She leaned in for one more nuzzle. It was definitely clear that she was a loving individual and that she didn’t love on whimsy. Her love toward the flowers, even the ones she just learned of, seemed genuine and warm.
“As far as me singing goes, how about this…?” She picked her note pad up from the spot near the flowers, having forgotten she’d said it there (really, it wasn’t specified), and flipped to a clean page. “Here is where I will be singing next, I will have two tickets available for you for no charge, feel free to bring a friend. Actually, how about I give you four tickets, two for you, and two for the person I am giving my money to. Dinner will also be provided.” She may sound business like, but she wouldn’t be doing that at all if she didn’t like him. In fact, she scribbled her cell number on the page, which she was REALLY picky about doing. “I don’t normally do this, but… Here.”
She tore the page off the pad and offered him the piece of paper, giving him a soft smile.
“It’s lovely,” she said, gently touching the flower again. “These are the kinds of lovelies I think of when I am working.” She had humor in her voice now. “I pretend the audience is a bouquet of flowers. It makes it easier for me to sing to them.” Ahh, she revealed another detail about her that he didn’t know yet. She was a singer.
It would explain a lot about her charm, perhaps, if not most. She closed her eyes and brushed her cheek on the blossoms again. “They smell so lovely.”
Xavia stopped to ponder, her eyes darting between him and her chance at an exit. She looked at him again and relaxed even further. And then she looked at the concern on his face and saw how serious he was that he was fumbling to tell her it was okay for her to stay. She chose to stay.
It was then that she REALLY started seeing what kind of a person he was. He had been playing around. That was starting to become clear. She still didn’t really see the flirting, but she took more notice of him now than she had earlier. She walked back toward him and was probably close enough he could reach, but she didn’t step into his personal space. “Okay, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to assume that you wanted me gone or anything. I just… I am sensitive about some things and you didn’t mean to go there. I promise that I am alright.”
She cleared her throat and turned toward the flowers again, reaching down to touch them. She cast a side long glance over her shoulder and said softly, “They really are beautiful. What are they called?” And the sun was getting ready to set, it seemed, for she was cast in an orange glow.
When Nate let her hands go, she sighed and sagged in relief. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at him, slightly irritated at herself for reacting as she did. She had worked damn hard to get away from that part of her past, and it was hard when she had to deal with it coming back to the surface. “No, no. I’m fine, Nate.” She let him touch her shoulder and then put some distance between them.
She just needed a moment to clear her thoughts, and took the time to do so. Xavia turned back toward him after a bit, and then said softly, “You didn’t know. It is okay.” But she would not elaborate. It was clear she wasn’t about to open herself up in such a manner toward a man she barely knew.
“Listen, maybe I should go. I feel like I have bothered you enough today.” That was her way of running away from a situation. He might see through it, he might not. It was part of her nature, especially around the male populace, to try and distance herself in such a manner. She reached up and zipped up her jacket, feeling pretty mortified.
But how was he supposed to know that she was suffering from the last bits of PTSD? That made her feel worse. The man had been kind to her since she had shown up, and here she was wanting to bolt like a frightened deer.
Had only been doing her job, and she was starting to dislike the whole bar and club scene as compared to the tour she’d been on. Security had been much tighter. She approached Kenny, her most recent manager, and raised her hands in a what-now kind of gesture. “You have got to get me some auditions on Broadway or get me back in one of the hotels. The men out there are pretty rowdy tonight and you want me to flirt. I don’t like it.”
“Forget about it, doll. You did great and ain’t nobody gonna come get you.” He was all nonchalant. He shook his head and walked off, clearly not worried.
Frowning, she shook her head and headed back toward her dressing room to change into normal clothes and get out of the awful shoes on her feet. She had barely began to pull off the shoes when there was a knock on her door. Xavia sighed and yelled, “Kenny, if that is you, we’re going to have a problem.”
But no, it was the man who’s chin she’d rubbed, and he opened her door without invitation and peeked his bald head in. “No, it’s me.” Like she knew him.
“Look, you’re not supposed to be back here.” She moved toward the door and went to try and close it and lock it. But the man wouldn’t let her. He pushed at the door hard enough that it knocked her back, and she toppled backwards to land on her rump, the telltale rending of fabric was quite audible. “What are you doing? Please leave before I call security!”
She blinked when he took her hands, and then looked at him funny. She raised a brow, then, and shook her head. Even if she did have a way out, it would take her a few minutes to completely transform into a plant. It wasn’t his fault, but she was starting to feel panic rise, something she rarely felt anymore… But then, he was the first person to hold her captive, even if playful, since the thugs had tried to take her captive when she was just Layla, which was not too long after her captivity in Romania.
“Yes, you win.” she was doing her best not to freak out as the memories assaulted her. “Please…” She was tugging to try and get free, clearly uncomfortable with the change in the situation. Her voice was a little shaky as she went on to say, “Please let my hands go.”
She had to turn her head, her eyes squeezed closed, and she started to breathe heavily, her form starting to tremble as she tried not to think about the past.
When her hand did go through, she blinked in surprise because she couldn’t pull it back out. “Hey… What the…?” She gave a weird look, and then glared in good nature. “If you weren’t just trying to be silly, I don’t think you would like doing that to me at all. I grow thorns.” It wasn’t a threat or anything, just fact.
She couldn’t really tell whether he was just being friendly, or if he was flirting with her. After all, she was the type of girl not to go chasing after a guy. Especially not while still somewhat thinking about another in the romantic context. But then again, she had only just found Jupiter again, and she wasn’t sure how to feel. It had been a long time.
Xavia didn’t really tease back, but was kind of doing what she usually does when faced with a new male catching scent, so to speak, and shutting down a little. She was used to being looked at a certain way because of the way she looked and smelled, so much so that she hardly paid attention to the way men acted around her. They had to do something really special to get her to really see them. Though Nate was on the right track, she was kind of confused.
When she was finally free, she said, “I didn’t make out with the flower, I tasted its pollen.” Oh, what a face palming moment that was, she thought. “And you do have an interesting power, for sure.” And just to show she was good natured about the prank, she didn’t even glance away, but she did cross her arms over her chest, but the nearby ivy began to grow slowly while she talked. “I haven’t seen one like yours before.” And it crept along… “I imagine it was interesting to discover.” Creep, creep, creep. And it curled around his ankles silently,
“I have one sister. She is looking after my momma because momma is kind of frail after poppa died.” She took the water gratefully, and drank of it. “Jupiter… Thank you for coming to see me, even though I gave you cryptic enough information in the note… This feels like the closure I needed. I feel at peace because you are here and alive…”
She cocked her head some, eyes hooded, “It was the news story that showed me that you lived still. I didn’t even think, I just… Had to see you. I didn’t even try to find out if you even wanted this.”
Her hand squeezed at the bottle, and she sighed a little, having grown serious.
Well, there had been people who had seen her grow plants in her palm and turn into one, but never had anyone seen her collect data like that. Her mouth curled up a little, “Well… You are the only one who has seen how I learn to grow a new plant… It is a very private thing to me, because it is sort of an intimacy between the plant and me.” She reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and then lifted her palm back up to show him the withered flower. “I wish I could keep them alive forever, but I cannot.”
And then she shook her hand, the plant crumbled and fell to the grass. “What is your gift? Are you phantom? It is, how you say… Fascinating.” She reached to him and attempted to touch his shoulder with a child like curiosity. If her finger poked through, she would try and pass a hand through, if not, she still continued to speculate about his gift.
Indeed, it was getting late. How long had they been talking anyway? There were no youngsters who had been walking around at the time she showed up, and it wasn’t a weekend. Soo, yeah… It was a late summer evening.
“I actually saw you on the news…” And she didn’t need to mention why, he probably knew. Her eyes danced because of laughter she hadn’t laughed, but because the humor was there, he probably wouldn’t have trouble figuring out that she saw him ride a rhino. Har!
“You have a sister? I did not know that. But then, I never really asked you much when you and I were with each other…” She took a draw from her bottle of beer, and then ran her finger along the condensation thoughtfully. “What is your sister like?”
Xavia would drink some more beer, and her bottle was empty quickly. She did not make a move to get another one, she knew she was a terrible drunk.
She felt his hand clasp around her wrist, and bit her lip. It took her a moment to turn and look at him, and when she did, she wasn’t frightened in the least by his mutation. No, she had been Jupiter’s lover, and he was a scary man. There was no fear in her eyes in regards to Nate’s mutation.
“It’s… It’s okay…” she said, cheeks going to a lovely shade of pink against her olive skin tone. “Um… I am sorry too. I… Never do what I just did in front of anyone.”
She did, however, cant her head and relax, kind of fascinated with his gift by that point. Heh. Her mouth quirked a little, and she gave him another once over.
, thank you *grins*