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 an update. Things are going to be quite hard for Werecat in the weeks to come, so please do send your prayers her way and keep her in your thoughts. I do not know when she is coming back, but she will be when she can.
As far as things with me, I am still going to be there for her and some other people in their time of need, but I am not going anywhere, just going to keep being slow for awhile. Things are kind of rough, but we're all fighters and will get through this somehow.
I am going to be slow with posting for the same reason as Were. Her dad is like a second father to me, and of course, she is my best friend and I am being with her while her dad is in the hospital. I apologize for the slowness. <3 all
>>> “Oh, Well, if you need or want any help, miss independent woman, let me know.”
“Umhm,” she mumbled absently, before rolling onto her stomach and stretching. She gave a sleepy yawn and nuzzled her cheek into the pillow, staring at him as he reached out and started to play with her long hair. Her eyes started to flutter and droop, it was quite relaxing for her hair to be played with, and he certainly did a wonderful job in doing so. Just as she was about to drift off into Never land, he spoke about missing New York City and all of its motley crew of people.
Xavia pried an eye open and stared at him while he spoke. She didn’t really comment at first, she just looked at him funny, in that half asleep sort of way. She then sat up and stared for a moment more before talking to him. Of course, he was the only one who was able to get her to speak with such passion. “They are scared because of the law. If you have a gift, you are inferior and must wear a collar. Like a dog.” She sneered some, “Just because of one stupid gene, Jupiter. You didn’t much like it when I bound you with simple vines. Imagine having to wear a damned collar that won’t let you use your gift or face having to go to a camp.”
She plopped back down and rolled onto her back, muttering, “If people are freaked out by you, it’s their loss.”
And, with that, she snuggled up against his side, and the world faded to black again…. Only this time it was because she fell asleep.
Miss anything? Hah. There was no action to be missed, simply a strange head ache for Martin, more talking from Alexandra, and confusion from Lenna. No good at all! Xavia opened her mouth to speak again, only to snap it closed and shrink into her seat. The plant mutant was going insane from just sitting there with nothing to do, the person in front of her still smelled like cheese, and the kid behind her was still kicking her damned seat! Gah!
She palmed her face and counted to ten in a silent manner. Something had to give! First, she rotated herself and stared down the kid, just stared, nothing more. The kid started to grow uncomfortable and gave a few more kicks to the seat, before he, himself, shrunk into his seat. Next, after correcting herself in the seat, she bore down a little, and the whole freakin’ coach started to smell like lilac all of the sudden… It was the strangest thing.
What she IMAGINED she did from there:
Last, but certainly not least, she turned a sweet smile to the trio beside her, and said softly, and in a calm voice “If you have business, then state it. Otherwise, be more careful. That goes for you…” she pointed toward Martin, “You,” Lenna, “And most certainly, You.” She pointed to Alexandra. “Now, I know what I am on this plane for,” she lowered her voice even more, speaking now in flawless Romanian, no thanks to the jewel she had yet to swallow, “I have business to do in Romania, and I will be damned if I don’t do my job. It doesn’t matter who else has business, it doesn’t matter if you are going there to join the gymnastics team, and it doesn’t matter if you think someone else is being too obvious about their intentions… Unless you are here to give me a damned mission, then, for the love of god, shut your pie hole or so help me I will shut it for you. This god forsaken flight has finally frayed my last nerves, and I am not in any mood to listen to bicker or useless banter about something we aren’t even supposed to banter about in the first place. For god’s sake, shut up.” She only gave a moment of pause, gazing pointedly at Alexandra, “He doesn’t want help, let him do what he must.” Lastly, she turned to Lenna, “Miss anything? No, not at all.”
What she REALLY did:
She stared off for a few moments to imagine what she was going to say to the trio.
With that long winded tirade she spouted in her mind, she opened her briefcase once more, pulled out a cheap mp3 player, sticking the ear buds into her ears, and turning it up to full blast so the sounds of piano music could be heard by the others. She snatched her bag of skittles and palmed a few, tossing them into her mouth and chewing firmly.
She couldn’t get away from that son of a biscuit fast enough. Something about him was just wrong, obsessive, almost. When she stood up to walk out with Martin, she turned around long enough to smile at the man who’s hand was bleeding, who luckily was staring at his hand and not her at the moment, and then she turned around and left with Martin. Once they were in the Taxi, she let out a breath, and rubbed at her abused neck underneath all that riotous hair. She had not bothered to grab her head covering, or the clip that had held her hair in place, and nor did she want to go back and get them.
Xavia was silently raging. How dare that disgusting pig touch her in that manner? She was angry enough to give Martin and anyone else a good silent treatment. She had nothing to say. The plant manipulator tapped at her knee and stared toward the window in the front, while Martin stared out the window to her right, which looked like he was staring at her the whole time they were in the car.
She said nothing when they went on “Touristy” trips, which she thought was a waste of time and effort, but did not voice her opinion. Nothing was said when he introduced her to people as his wife, and still, nothing was said about them being watched. Indeed, this was a rage far different from any rage she had ever had. Her tension was enough to cut with a sharp knife.
By the time they got back to the hotel, and up to their floor, she stiffly marched to her room, which was adjacent to his, and fumbled for the key-card. As she got her door open, she pivoted around and looked at Martin with glittering eyes, clearly very angry, and she spoke in a rough voice, “I am starting to like being uniquely talented.” Now what was that supposed to mean? If that question came up in his head, she never gave him a chance to voice it.
She slipped into her room, firmly shutting the door behind her, leaving a thickly sweet scent of rotting flora behind her. NOT a good sign.
At last… My love has come along…. My lonely days are over…. And life is like a….. Screech![/b] The record in her head scratched to a halt with his question.
>> “So… What brings you to Romania?”
Oh crap! She had forgotten completely that she was still in Romania, and still had an assignment to do. Xavia sat up abruptly and looked at him. She answered honestly, “I was hired for a job that took me here. I should be going back to the states as soon as it is done. I was also thinking about going to Hungary to see my extended family when this job is done.” She didn’t say anything specific about the job, which was real smooth. Hopefully he wouldn’t ask for details, because she was not supposed to give details. In fact, she didn’t know that she had just slept with one of the “enemies.” Shame, shame.
She accepted the drink with a sigh, and sipped. If he started asking for specs, she might have to make the world fade again and hopefully make him forget. Not that she wasn’t thinking about it now, after all, he was one, hot tamale. Ah, and she started to stare at him again, and another song popped up in her head…
I can’t get enough of your love, baby. Barry White was the perfect song in her head at the moment.
She had never wanted something so badly as she wanted him now. It was driving her mad for him to do what he was doing. Her eyes fluttered closed after a time, and she shifted restlessly underneath, indeed, clad scantily now. Funny, she had never taken her shoes off either. It didn’t occur to her to do so at the moment.
She wanted his kiss on her lips, now, and whimpered a little, tugging at him and inclining her head to capture his mouth again with her own. She moved her hands to his back and downward, ever so slowly, until she reached her destination, and the lights faded to black…
Sometime later, Xavia was curled against him, half asleep and smiling. She seemed to fit perfectly against Jupiter, the niche of him curled against her back was perfect. She rolled over when she could move again and gave a heavy sigh, slowly stretching out her legs and peering at his face through half closed eyes. Cheeks still flushed, hair mussed, she was quite content when she smiled at him and said, “Hi.”
Indeed, this night had been in the works since their meeting, maybe it was fate that brought them together, maybe not, but she was glad to have him in her life. Her feet twined between his and she closed her eyes completely for a moment. “Hmm.”
The “nymph” then started to bite at his shoulder, and mumble in his ear some things that could not be put into written word, and the world faded black again.
Her smile was soft, and she buried her face into his neck as he lay her down. She only pulled back to look at his face, and traced his cheeks with her fingers. He said exactly the right thing, she gave a soft hum in her throat and curled her arms around him. They still had yet to go on a right and proper date, but she didn’t care at this point. She was intent on the scent of him and his beloved, red face.
Xavia half closed her eyes and she wound her fingers into the hair at his nape, and she gave a soft sigh. The relaxed state she was in was obvious and meant she was true to her word, that she wasn’t going to bolt any time soon. Indeed, her look was less fearful than any she had given him back in NYC, when he tried to have her.
Her arms soon wound around him and she half lifted, her mouth hungrily capturing his with the sweetest, most passionate sort of kiss she had ever given him. It lasted quite some time unless he pulled back, and if and when he did, or if she did, his bottom lip was caught between her teeth and nibbled on for a moment more before she lay back and looked up at him with adoration.
Her hands reached up then, and she started getting rid of the hair clips that bound her hair, and the butt length mass is freed to spread across the pillow, but really, the hair clips had to go because they were uncomfortable to lay on. She wasn’t intentionally trying to get at him by letting her hair loose, even though it might have. Never know with guys.
When she could, she began to touch him again, every inch of his muscular chest, a suspicious sound in the back of her throat that resembled a purr?
She almost swallowed her tongue at the sight of him without anything except a pair of boxers, and that was it. Xavia moved to her knees and closer to him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his chest. Her fingers trembled a little as they skimmed the skin of his back and she looked up into his eyes. “I’ve missed you so much. And I would have given you the key if you wanted in.” Amusement tinged her voice, even though it sounded thick and husky at the moment, and her accent sounded a bit thicker as well.
Xavia was sure of what she wanted tonight… She wanted her Jupiter, she wanted to give herself to him and become his Xavia. Her every fiber wanted it. These passed months had been hell without him in her life, she had always watched for him, hoping he HAD followed her, even though she deserved to be abandoned by him after tricking him. She lifted her arms and looped them around his neck, pulling herself up and almost shyly finding his lips. “No games.” She murmured against his lips, “I want you. I am not going anywhere.”
She meant it too, no more running, no more torture. They had been through enough of that, and it was time to stop. She had realized that she had been afraid to let herself go with him, just like she was afraid of everything else in life. But she had figured out somewhere along the lines, perhaps while walking the streets of the beautiful capitol of Romania, or perhaps while seeing the mutants walking around with the horrible collars and the dispirited gaze in their eyes… Perhaps while seeing one or two resisting the placement of said collars and getting treated like scum for the things they couldn’t help…
Romania was a turning point in her life. She was no longer that girl who showed up a year or so before in the winters of NYC. She wasn’t the same girl who Jupiter stumbled upon in Central park, then later saved from a bunch of meatheads. No, she was a changed woman. She’d grown up. She looked a little different, even, less skinny, more calm, more brave… She looked mature.
Knowing that he had followed her footsteps, that he had looked everywhere for her, made her realize that she needed him in her life, as a protector, as a lover, as a friend. He was a cornerstone to her foundation, and without that rock, she was a pile of sticks and siding. She smiled as the thought came to her head.
She kissed him back as he kissed her, feeling the familiar quiver she had felt whenever he was around her. She watched him go, and felt a little sad, even though she knew she was going to see him in a little while anyways. Her drink was given to her about a second later, and she had trouble concentrating on the task at hand: Gathering information.
Still, Xavia sat there for the time she said she would be, and nobody started gossipig about politics. What kind of a bar was this? Huffing, she got up and casually strolled back up to her room. When she found the door open, she went wide eyed and hesitantly entered. Nothing seemed out of place, she checked under the bed for her briefcase, it was still there in the exact spot where she had left it. She then noticed the sound of the shower, and figured out who the intruder was.
Oh, could she be mean? Nah, she wouldn’t do that to him. Flushing the toilet when one was in the shower was just rude. But then again, he did get into her room without asking before hand. All he had to do was get the key from her! Sheesh.
While he was still in the shower, she closed the door ever so gently so as not to alert him of her presence, and wiggled out of her dress until she was left standing in a filmy, black slip, and went to sit on the bed to wait for him.
Her head started to swim with the waves of panic she was feeling from the man’s touch. His hand paused in her butt long hair, gnarled fingers curled within the strands that could tighten any second and jerk her head back. The old man was the kind of womanizer that would take what he wanted if he desired to do so. And, well, he wanted her. Bad. To have the imputant little weasel across the room from him deny him access to the gem who’s hair he now played with, well, it made him angry. Xavia gasped as she saw stars when her hair is yanked, and her head IS pulled back.
“If you want to save the wretched little freaks on the streets, you would do well to grant me this one favor. Or I could simply boot you out of my house and take what I want.” He didn’t look afraid, even when the air seemingly "chilled" around him.
Xavia had been toyed with long enough, too long for her tastes, and was angry enough to let a small bit of her mutation hit. The man yelped when his hand was stabbed by a bunch of thorns that protruded briefly from her skin at her nape, and he pulled back the bloodied appendage with wide eyes. But when he looked back toward her neck, which was now showing signs of bruising from his grip, he saw nothing there that could have caused his hand to bleed. “……….. What the deuce?”
Her expression calmed, but a look of smug satisfaction glinted in her eyes, before she looked toward Mr. Belododia with false concern, and still said nothing, pretending she was the meek girl he spoke of.
She wasn’t angry. One would know if she was truly angry, she wouldn’t be as calm as she was. Not that she knew what Alexandra was thinking of her. Xavia continued to play her solitaire without a word, only glancing up every now and then with concern for her partner. He didn’t look so good right now, perhaps he needed to get on the ground and rest. Her lips thinned into a line and she simply stared at him in observation.
Lenna walked away, then, heading toward the restroom as if a bee flew up into her pant leg. What in the Sam Hill was going on here? Wrong, wrong, all wrong! “Hey, try and get some rest, Mr. Stone.” Smooth, real smooth. He HAD given Xavia that name as a code name, why not use it? “I will flag a stewardess down…” Her voice was low and soft, kind of soothing, at that point, and true concern was a light in her caramel gaze.
When she looked up to Alexandra, there was a glimpse of something akin to confusion and bewilderment. She quickly turned her head toward the tray and began clearing the cards off of the hard plastic so that she could stow it away and go get the promised flight attendant.
Xavia was absolutely disgusted by the man and his overpowering scent of aftershave. And now he had his arm around her like he owned her. Mr. Belododia was into her, that was for sure. She shot Martin a wide eyed look when the man tightened his arm around her and bit out a reply to her partner, one which she hardly heard because she was so focused on the foul breath that seemed way too close to her face. She could feel the tightening of the old man’s hand at her nape, as he went on to say, “Mutants are putrid and need to be eliminated. Money can only go so far to make me pretend to change my mind.” He then took it upon himself to untie the knot of her head covering, gingerly so, as if carefully unwrapping a gift. “Perhaps if you just let me have a moment or… two… alone with this lovely morsel here… She might change my mind.”
Oh god, what a pig!
She started to squirm, popping a sweat to fight her instincts. No, punching him wouldn’t change his mind. But she couldn’t, nay, wouldn’t let this disgusting, rotten smelling, fork tongued devil try to worm his way up her skirt. Oh hell to the naw!
If Martin watched her body language as closely as he did with the old fart who smothered her with his lovin’ worse than Pepe le Pew on ecstasy, he’d see her grip the arms of the chair with a white knuckled grip, and her foot begin to wiggle. Her eyes bore into his face, giving him a look that screamed for him not to pimp her out to this lech, so help her god, or she would kill him. Don’t you effing do it, oh no you don’t.
But then, the old man hooked his fingers under her chin and she was forced to relax her expression, and he examined her face with a tight grip on said chin. “She is a rare beauty. Romani. Gipsy. Tell me, does she dance as pretty as she is? And such a good little flower, she is, too, meek and mousy. I suppose I can change that…” And with that, he tugged at the updo she had going, and let her hair loose.
Any reply she was about to give to his words were lost when he kissed her. Her whole body turned to pudding in that instant, and she nearly fell into him. But he kept grip on her with his hands, and had sat her on the edge of the table.
She hardly heard a word he had said after words, she was concentrating too hard on not throwing herself at him because he looked like he had been dragged through the pits of Hell. Smelled like it too, she thought, but didn’t comment because, damn it, she had missed him and thought about him when she wasn’t thinking about business.
>> “Come with me up stairs so I can clean up and get into something decent. Or..?”
His voice broke into her foggy brain, and she nodded. Yeah, sure, whatever. God, he is so… Uhmmm… “I won’t be running.” She said instead, and didn’t move from the table. She grabbed a napkin, though, and gave him her room number. “I have too much work to do to leave Romania right now…” And she left it at that. She wasn’t about to give out that information, even to him. She trusted him with her life, but she didn’t trust the Kabal with her life just yet, if she were to blab, even to the person whom she was falling for, who knows what they would do? And what if the information leaked to the wrong ears? There were spies everywhere.
“Go ahead and go take your shower, and I will be in my room in about ten minutes after I finish my drink and doing some last minute business for my job. We can go for a walk or something?”
