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 woke up for a brief time as Sara was trying to wake her, but her eyes closed not too long after that. The smell of flora seemed to intensify with each passing minute, and as always, random flowers began to sprout from her skin. This was one of the times she had no control over what her mutation did. Yeah, just ignore it, unless you see something poisonous, then you might want to keep your distance.
Xavia managed to pry her eyes open again for a brief time, long enough to hear Sara’s name and the debate over where to take her. “No hospitals.” She interjected that before sighing and closing her eyes. The girl rolled over and the inevitable happened. Luckily for Mon and Sara, it happened on the sidewalk, and not on their feet. The smell of stomach contents wasn’t very pretty. (Necessarily short)
She was just about to open the bathroom door when he spoke.
>>>> "...I....You?...I'm not good at this, everything you do everything your body tells me says come here and have me, but then I com close and you run, am I wrong?"
Xavia turned around then and gave him a shocked look. How could he read her so well when she was closing herself to him? She opened her mouth to speak and then turned back around to face the door, unable to look at him when she replied with a cracking and too quick answer, “Yes, you’re wrong!” It was a blatant lie and he would be able to tell. She opened the door and then went into the bathroom, shutting the portal behind her more firmly than she wanted to. The click of the lock was absent, meaning he could burst in if he so desired. She didn’t really need to use the bathroom, after all he would probably know that was a lie too
As he started to play the jaws theme, she knelt on the floor and lay her head on the side of the bathtub, taking deep breaths to calm herself. Why couldn’t he just stop torturing her? Damn it, she wanted him as bad, if not more than he wanted her. He wouldn’t HAVE to try and force himself on her. If he was persistent enough, she would not let him leave the room for a week except to get food and go to the restroom, she wanted him so bad.
But she lied. He would probably be furious with her, but she did it anyways.
She moaned as he suddenly kissed a very, very sensitive spot on her neck and her notes fumbled again. A tremor shot through her as she felt his warm breath waft against her skin there, and at first, she wanted to turn around and be done with this whole torture they were putting each other through. She jammed her fingers down and created a sour note, before shoving herself off the stool and putting distance between them again.
He would be able to see the signs that if he really wanted her, he could have what he wanted, yet he would also be able to see the stiffness of her movements when she shifted from one side of the room to the other. Again, she kept herself closed off and didn’t look at him because she knew if she did, they would end up fading to black. The fact that she didn’t smack his face when he had kissed her was also a very clear sign that she wanted the same thing he did.
“I have to use the restroom,” she lied, and she was a terrible liar because her body language just did not match her words, and she headed toward the door.
Her fingers fumbled when he went from saying he didn’t do it for repayment, to saying he saw her naked. She knew it wasn’t on purpose, so she wasn’t angry with him. “Foolish games?” she said, and started to play it smoothly despite her embarrassment, but she did not sing the words. The tune sounded so pretty when she played it in tune.
Xavia looked over at him without taking her fingers from the keys, still rocking forward every now and then as she played, and she watched his face. She did not reply about the date, in fact, it seemed she may have been avoiding the reply even though she obviously had feelings for him. It was hard to disguise the shifting look in her eyes that spoke volumes of how she felt.
He would have to be very, very stupid not to see how she longed for him, how she wanted him so badly.
She turned her face back to the keyboard and continued to play until the song was over, then began another to stifle the awkward silence that came from her. She was clearly starting to close off again. Was it because she was afraid? Was it because she knew if she opened up to him, he had the power to hurt her? Or was it for some reason entirely different?
The second song she played was the song she was singing in the bathroom. It was an unconscious effort on her part, she wasn’t planning the song, it just so happened to be the one that fit her frame of mind. Her head bent down some and she began to play a little harder.
First, Jupiter seemed to distract her from all thoughts when he sucked her finger into his mouth. Her belly clenched and she shivered a little, before pulling her hand away and blushing red again. Then he started talking nonchalantly about what he had said, and her tummy was hit again with butterflies. She got off the bed and put some distance between them before she would throw herself at him and end both of their suffering with a one night stand.
She sat at the piano/keyboard he had brought and she played a few notes idly while he continued to speak. “I am glad you stayed with me… Nobody but my momma has ever done that for me.” She sighed some and grew distracted by the thought of her family, her good mood slightly dampened by homesickness, worry, and fear. Her expression grew into a mask by that point, she avoided looking at him so he wouldn’t jump up and ask her what was wrong, for surely she did not want to dredge up her story to him the way she had with the boy in the park whom she had met and fought with before the sun went down.
She played a few more notes and forced a smile onto her lips that didn’t reach her eyes. “You have been so kind to me, Jupiter. I do not know how I can repay you.”
She was down for the count. No actions could be described, except that she was laying there passed out while Sara and the Mongoose man were there. The ID offered little information, but the yellowed piece of paper may give them a clue as to why she got drunk in the first place, or one of the reasons. Indeed, they did not know that she was being hunted, and that she had been through more than a lot of people in her short lifetime.
Unless they had happened to read or watch the news, which her name was most likely mentioned in because of her family having enough resources to look for their missing daughter. But not everyone watches the news or reads the paper.
The man had somehow slipped into the scene, albeit a bit a ways away, and was preparing to attack while under the cover of his shades. Something smelled fishy and it wasn’t an old doxy who hadn’t bathed since her last gentleman caller. Indeed, the smell came from a suspicious man who showed up out of nowhere and plotted quickly to kill a couple of innocent beings because of his hatred for Mutants.
Xavia was laying there in the flowers she'd created, when she saw the small shadow, growing faster and faster as a flash bomb sailed in their general direction. Without much time to react, and without knowing what it was, she still thought she would throw herself over the boy to protect him.
And so, she attempted to throw herself over the kid while keeping her eyes on him, rather than the object, only to hear a loud crack from behind her and temporarily lose the sense of hearing. If she was able to cover the boy and muffle the sound, he would hear her yell at him to run.
She reached into the bag again and plowed through another two burgers before she was groaning with mock agony at having eaten so much, his arm around her the whole time. Xavia washed the last bites down with soda, forgoing any milkshakes unless they were soy shakes. She felt so good after eating, she couldn’t help but rip a good belch and then giggle at herself. He probably wouldn’t blink at her being a pig because, well… He was a manly man, and they tended to make a lot of noise from one end or the other with no qualms.
Each and every tapered digit on each hand was sucked clean of food debris and flavors, one by one. She definitely had no idea how much trouble she was getting herself into. Seducing a man was not on the agenda, but how can such a sensuous act go unnoticed by someone who already had a raging desire to make her his? Poor Jupiter…
She hummed then and stretched herself from head to toe, before yawning softly and saying, “I remember you speaking to me when I was out of it, but I don’t recall what you said.”
And as if on cue his voice cut through her like a knife through cheese, and she swung around, dropping the brush and moving to the bathroom door to quickly shut it. “You were supposed to knock!” She squealed, laughing. Of course, her face was lobster red at getting caught singing into a hairbrush. She quickly pulled on one of the loose dresses that was purchased for her, and sighed softly as she felt the brand new material touching her skin. Floral print, just the way she liked.
She came out not too long after, and while he was distracted by the bags of food, she couldn’t help but slip her arms around him from behind and lift up on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “Patience is a virtue, Jupiter.” She sniffed the air then, and reached around him for the bag with the veggie burgers in it, before jumping and landing on her rump in the bed, bouncing a few times with a cheerful chuckle and attacking the bag of food with gusto.
Ohmnomnom.
She was ravenous by that point that she didn’t stop and savor the burger she took. The thing was gone before she knew it, and she happily slurped at a drink (assuming he brought drinks) through a straw. Today was a good day.
"Yes, I do not eat meat.” She had lost the taste for any meat products after becoming a plant girl. (This was said before she went into the restroom.)
By the time Jupiter got back with the food, she had just lifted herself from the tub, and seeing as he was gone, had the bathroom door open while she was wiping a soft towel over her skin to dry off. If he walked in at that moment, he would definitely catch an eyeful of the girl, and would see she seemed to match the mythical beings from fairytales, the tree dweller known as a Dryad. The moment was short lived when she wrapped the towel around her and stepped up to the vanity to brush her hair with the brush he must have bought for her.
She started singing, more to herself, “Take me now, baby here as I am… Hold me close, try and understand… Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe… Love is a banquet on which we feed.” It was quite comical, if he stood in the doorway, he would see her pretend the hairbrush was a microphone. It seemed she did more than just sweet sounding ballads. Indeed, she could make some money off of her pipes if she wanted to. She started to toss her head some as she continued to sing the 10,000 Maniacs version of Because the Night. “Come on now, try and understand the way I feel under your command! Take my hand as the sun descends. They can’t hurt ya now, can’t hurt ya now, can’t hurt ya na-ha-ha-ha-ha-ah-ow! Because the night belongs to lovers – “ and by that point she would probably turn around and see him standing in the doorway watching her act like a dork.
