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.
As the thugs started to close in on the girl and noticed Shin nearby, one took off after the girl, and one was just about to go after Shin because, well, he must have seen where the flower woman went… But as the man neared the male that was standing near the girl, he got pwned by said male. The other thug continued to run after the girl, and was about to get pwned by the male from the roof. The THIRD thug had finally cut himself down and came around to take on Shin from behind, and that is when the ground slightly shook under that one’s feet, and roots began to twist around his ankles, concrete crumbling and tenting in their wake. More roots went under Shin, between his feet, and did the same to the thug who had rounded on him first and was already on the ground from his feet being tangled by the girl’s powers.
Both thugs looked down in confusion and then scrambled to try and free their feet from the constricting roots. They both gave an exclamation by yelling. Xavia let the thug in front of Shin go, and the man scooted back. As the ground began to shake, and a shadow loomed over Shin and the thug behind him, the one she had let go started pointing, stuttering. The third thug looked behind him and gave a scream like a girl, which was cut off by the tree that had suddenly appeared from behind, and had lifted him from the ground by his neck.
However, the tree was weak looking, perhaps because the source of its growth was out of energy from the chase. Leaves and various debris came falling down from the top of the tree, yet the limb still held fast to the man’s throat. Bark began to shed as the man’s face started to turn purple, and his tongue lolled passed lips that began to swell up as he tried to force air into his lungs. Just when he would have died, the branch broke from the tree, and he hit the ground with a satisfying plop, then gasped and drew air threw his bruised throat.
As for the ringleader, he ignored the screams of his comrades as he stalked the girl, pulling out a hand gun, pointing it at her head. “If you don’t want to die, you should stop and turn around, and tell me where she is. I don’t want to kill you, I just want you to tell me what you saw.” His voice was calm, but firm, and to prove he had a gun, he shot into the air. He did not know the man from the roof was following him just yet.
Her manners were bad? This sentiment angered her, something inside of her snapped between both mutants chastising her, and she set the glass tumbler down gently on the table in front of her, before slowly pushing out and standing with her chin raised a notch higher than usual. “I will tell you what is rude, sir…” Emphasis on the last word, and she slowly stalked her way to stand directly in front of Sara, looking at her with fierce eyes while continuing to rant to the mongoose man, “Rude is when someone is sleeping a long sleep, and dreaming a pleasant dream when some random cat woman shows up and pesters. RUDE is when someone wakes up, and that same cat woman is in the next bed over in the infirmary, in a strange place that she did not ask to be. And RUDE is when that same cat woman seems to follow someone like a PINK ELEPHANT. Sure, she may be real, but how would SHE feel if some person decided to follow HER around out of their dreams and mess with their heads? That is rude, dear sir.”
Then she swung around on him with arms akimbo, “I tell you what else is rude, SIR. I said my hello, and I walked away so I would not get into trouble with… with…” She sliced her hand through the air in a firm gesture toward Sara, “with this woman here, because, HEAVEN FORBID, I say something to insult her because I THINK SHE IS A HALLUCINATION! And you… Granted you offered to pay for one silly little drink, it does not give you the right to waltz around and chastise me like I am a simpleton or a child because I CHOSE not to get into an altercation. THAT is rude. And furthermore, Sir, you think that I have never seen one of you freaks before?!” That is when she stalked over to her chair, stepped on it and onto the table, standing on the thing as if it were a stage. Sure, she was making a fool out of herself, but she couldn’t feel any lower than the two had just made her feel.
Xavia tilted her head back and gave it all she could give. Her skin turned a vivid green, real fast, thorns popping out, leaves unfurling, tiny little roses popping out at random, and the scent of said blossoms overpowering the bar. “I AM ONE OF YOU FREAKS!”
What she REALLY did:
Her manners were bad? This sentiment angered her, something inside of her snapped between both mutants chastising her, and she set the glass tumbler down gently on the table in front of her, before slowly pushing out and standing with her chin raised a notch higher than usual. She was about to tear into them with what she imagined she was going to tear into them about, and then she promptly sat down, and looking directly and grumpily toward the mongoose man, she tilted her head back and drained the brandy from the tumbler, then set it back down in almost exactly the same spot where she’d retrieved it from.
“You have a nice day, the pair of you.” With that, she simply stood up and walked toward the bar, slapping another bill down to get a full bottle of brandy. Then she pointedly looked toward the other two mutants, produced a couple of roses from the palm of her hand (the whole thing turning green in the process), plucked them, and tossed them at their feet. “Before you get angry with someone for their own assumptions, do not be a hypocrite and assume things about someone, yourself.” Which was directed at the both of them, and then she turned to look at Sara, “I suppose I shall see you around, what, with you showing up unexpectedly every time I turn around or close my eyes. Perhaps I was a bit hasty in assuming you were a hallucination, but put yourself in my shoes.”
She turned around and scooped up the unopened bottle of brandy, and started to head toward the door, her natural scent of roses catching the nostrils of everyone who sat in the bar. Sniffing indignantly, she tried to stay calm as she stalked toward the door, opened it, and moved out to sit next to the stoop and against the building itself. She opened the bottle of brandy up, and for the first time in her adult life, intended on getting crap-faced drunk.
As they made the top of the building, she stayed on the awning for a moment to say a soft “thank you,” before climbing into the house through the attic window. She poked her head out then, and said, “Not the roof…” And for the first time Xavia gave a smile to him, and disappeared inside. Traces of nettle bushes still lingered in the room, and she ignored them to wander into the room. The floor was sturdy enough to hold his weight, and if not, she would see to it later, when she had strength again, to make it work.
If he followed, she would move back to the window to help him climb in, and then lead him toward the second storey of the house and into the only bedroom that still had anything resembling a bed. It was a large room with plenty of space, and sturdy floors. By the lack of dust, it seemed she had spent quite some time in that room before being chased out by a couple of meatheads.
She did not know what had spurred her to let this stranger into her world, it was either the accidental slip of the tongue they shared earlier, or the fact that he wasn’t going to kill her. There was a pile of stolen blankets from the clotheslines of NYC on the old mattress, and she pulled one around her with the “seam” in front, turning her back on him and promptly stripping out of the wet clothing so she could warm up faster. “You should get out of those wet clothes, if you don’t want to get sick,” was thrown over her shoulder toward him.
Xavia then moved to the broken down recliner that had seen better days, sat down, and strained to pull the lever so the foot stool would come up. “Bed is all yours.” He would break the recliner, and she was not about to climb into bed without clothes on, with a complete stranger… She was so tired, though, that she didn’t even blush as was her wont to do when the innocence in her came into play. She wanted to sleep in the haven she had created over the many months she had been in this house before the meatheads rushed her out. And with the big monkey man at her side, she wasn’t afraid of them bothering her tonight. Maybe that is why she asked him to come. He started out as a a thorn in her side, and is now ending up as her protector. Go figure.
She said no more, and if he started to speak to her, or turned to look at her, he would find her sound asleep, curled up in the chair with a blanket wrapped tightly around her to ward off the chill.
Xavia did as promised and stayed near the red monkey man, and was actually leaning against him for warmth as she shuddered with the cold. Even the jacket didn’t help her when it was offered, but she did smile feebly at the intimidated man just before he ran off with his two friends. She got into the cab and recited the address of the old abandoned house to the cabby, and when her captor got into the vehicle too, she absentmindedly snuggled against him.
It didn’t take that long for them to reach their destination. The cab pulled up in front of the three storey, Victorian house. It was in sad shape with it’s boarded up windows, and a fresh board across the entry way that caused her to shudder and remember what happened the last time she had been in this very house. But something about it kept drawing her back.
She did not wait for him to pay the cabby before getting out of the taxi and immediately walked toward the back of the house, knowing he would follow eventually. Not wanting to break the front door down to get in, she chose the back route because that was usually how she got in and out of the sagging structure anyways. Without waiting for him, she attempted to climb the trellis she had made, toward the attic window which was just large enough that the man could fit through. Unfortunately, her arms were like lead, and she ended up sitting on her butt at the bottom of the trellis, and waiting anyways.
She didn’t protest as he slung her over his shoulder again, she was too tired, too cold, and too pissed off with herself to fight him. And confused… Very, very confused. Had he really tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth? Oh, this just got better and better. She loathed the nameless red monkey man who was now kidnapping her and dragging her off into the sunrise like some giant red hamburgler with his latest sack of fast food, or the cookie-crisp bandit with the box of cookie crisp… or the Trix rabbit… Silly rabbit, trix are for kids, and, oh bother, she was going mad.
“Wait!” she said, suddenly, really, REALLY not wanting to go to the sanctuary… At least not yet… She had let him ramble on and on for a moment about the place he was speaking of, but she had something else in mind… “Please put me down, I promise I won’t run.” She was honest, at this point. Besides, her head was starting to hurt from her hanging upside down the way she was.
If he let her down, she wouldn’t pull away from him, if not, she would continue to lay over his shoulder like a sack of taters, but she would continue to talk anyways, “I know a place to go for now… N-not far…*teeth chatter* I-I-if-f-f-f y-y-you t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t…. take me there, I w-w-will go…. W-w-w-w-w-with y-you to s-s-sanc-c-ctu-u-ary.” She then gave him the directions to the condemned house with the piano.
One moment, she was face down in the river and losing all grip on reality, the next moment, she was face up on the other side, unable to move… Her eyes just started to flutter open as his face (two faces, because she was disoriented and seeing double for a moment) descended toward hers. She opened her mouth to scream at him, but it was too late. His mouth was on hers and he was forcing alcohol laced air into her lungs! She tried to struggle, but every movement hurt because she was so cold, so she just lay there as he tried to do unnecessary CPR on her.
Oh, how to stop the man from trying to save her life some more, she thought. She frantically wracked her half-numb brain for answers, and came to the conclusion that she had to do what she had to do. Closing her eyes tightly, she tilted her head slightly and meshed her mouth against his in a very deep kiss. Normally it would have just been a kiss, and done, but for some odd reason, she got into the act and sighed into his mouth, nuzzling closer and…. And…………….. Rut roh, hastily laid out plan backfired, she was now limply curling her arms around his neck and kissing.
Reality jolted into her brain, and she jerked away, staring up at the man with a wide-eyed stare, lips bruised and extra red, slightly slack with disbelief at her own actions. Then she did what came natural and looked up at him with accusation in her eyes, before rolling weakly to her side and coughing, pretending it never happened in the first place. Nope, not her, she was innocent. He was being a man and kissing her first when she was down, that was it!
She gained great satisfaction in landing a crotch shot to the big monkey man, but the satisfaction dimmed when he wrung the shirt out over her head. Gnashing her teeth, she reached out and smacked toward his face, but missed as he spoke to her about her getting help whether she wanted it or not and hauled her over his shoulder. “Put me down!”
As expected, she began to kick his front and pummel his back like a rotten child who was not getting her way. She even bit at the small of his back and hoped she left a mark. When the opportunity presented itself to her, she grabbed a stout branch and shifted into that tree, but only for a moment. She stumbled out on the other side and began to book it, this time out of fear of being kidnapped again, and yes, she did misconstrue the situation and thought he was kidnapping her in the same manner she was kidnapped from her home town. No way, she thought, was she going to let it happen again.
She couldn’t shift back into a tree again, so all she could do was run. But then she saw the river, and did something quite retarded in her desperation. She was just going to cross it, but the water was so cold as she leapt in, that she screamed as the cold burned into her flesh. She pitched forward and everything seized up, and then she floated face down in said river.
When he lifted her from the ground by her neck, she didn’t really react at first. But then he started to run his mouth, and she seriously began to wibble. She choked out, “How would you feel if some great oaf came and crashed into the place you were sleeping when you had nowhere else to go?” The words didn’t come so smoothly, of course, they were broken up and spaced apart with every gasp of breath she took. She could feel his tail wrap around her and got even more frustrated and more angry with the man, and used every ounce of might she could to smack the bottle of alcohol out of his grasp, then continued to spew words out at him. “So I did some harmless things, I sprayed you with sap and pelted you with tiny little acorns, but you are the one going around acting like a fool as you gain courage from a BOTTLE. You can do whatever you please and you don’t CARE who gets hurt or insulted in the process.” This time the words were not so broken up, as he had let her throat go.
And then the tears came, “Well SCREW YOU.” She kicked out blindly and hoped she got him where it hurt the most just to get her point across and to get him to understand. Yeah, maybe she was taking her frustrations out on him, but he put the icing on the cake that was her miserable existence by waltzing in and being a happy drunkard. “I… Don’t… Want… Your… Help…” she gasped out, blubbering like some baby, but she had not cried since she had been in the infirmary and didn’t care what he thought about her crying.
She was saddened so much by the state of the trees that she stopped caring about the lummox following her through Central Park. Xavia did not turn around as she heard him come into the scene again, and she knelt down to place a hand on the stump of the maple he had knocked down to try and get to her, and popped a sweat for the first time as she put some effort into creating a sapling to replace the tree. When she was done, she turned around and looked at him with a defeated look, though he would probably not be able to tell while she was yet in the shadows.
Her gaze was on him for a moment, as he was poised to scoop her up, or so it looked like from her perspective. She simply didn’t say anything and walked passed him toward the little maple behind him, the moonlight briefly hitting her fae like face to give him a better look. When she finally spoke, it was over her shoulder, “All I wanted was to be left alone for one day.” Her voice was quiet before she knelt in front of the small maple and attempted to bring another sapling from the stump.
Failing with this second effort, she stood up again and tilted her chin up in defiance, “So kill me, that is what you want to do, isn’t it?” And assuming he turned around to look at her, she looked him in the eye and continued, “Well, go ahead. Do your worst.”
At first, Xavia did not pay attention to any but the bartender. All she was concerned about was getting warm, it seemed, for she took up the brandy and handed the tender some money. She had the glass tumbler poised at her lips when she heard a male voice from a few seats down. Not sure that he was speaking to her, she glanced over toward him for a moment. Caramel eyes settled on his face, and she did not seem shocked that another mutant spoke to her, even as she had a completely human appearance at the moment, but simply stared at him for the time being. Not saying much of anything, she took a sip of the brandy and looked passed him toward Sara. A perplexed expression crossed her face as she saw the cat-woman from her dreams, yet again.
She nearly spit out her brandy, and shuddered with the effort of not doing so. A hand is placed over her throat as she awkwardly held the tumbler with the other hand, and mumbled a soft “Hello…” It wasn’t a dismissive sort of hi, it was a timid sort, mostly because of Sara, who had a bad habit of making Xavia think she was hallucinating. Surely the man did not see the were-cat sitting two stools down from him; surely Sara was just a figment of her imagination.
She vaguely remembered the cat woman being in the same infirmary as her after she woke from her coma. But those were crazy times, and yes, she was kind of cracked in the head, but not so cracked that she didn’t know the difference between hallucinations and actual events. The girl was lost in staring at the figure from her dreams until she shook her head and stumbled toward the far corner of the room. The fact that she mumbled to herself as she picked up the pace to put space between her and the other female, loudly enough for others to hear of course, “Not seeing this, she is not real… ~mumble~” only seemed to confirm that she wasn’t running off from the male.
It wasn’t fear in her eyes, only a clouded confusion and that telltale pucker of the eyebrows that accompanied the confusion. As she huddled next to the wall, she cradled her brandy to her with a white knuckled grip, the color somewhat ebbed from her complexion. If there was a window near her, she simply stared out of it and absently ran her finger along the rim of the glass, reflecting upon this odd turn of events.
Every once in awhile, she would swing her gaze back toward the male for a moment, and then look toward Sara with that perplexed look of hers.
She heard him stumble behind her and took a sharp turn as he was distracted, heading toward the left and under the stone arch. Thinking she had a good lead on him, she pressed herself against the mossy stone in the passageway, breathing heavily. She smoothed her hands over the skirt of the stolen Gingham number, and sought to catch her breath while he was probably trying to get off of his butt.
Xavia then tried to quiet her breathing down, and narrowed her eyes. He wasn’t that far behind her that she couldn’t hear him… After all, he was huge, and huge men lumbered when they were less than sober. If he had been sober, she was pretty sure he would probably be a lot more graceful than he was currently. Indeed, she could hear the man crashing through the trees to get to her. Ah, what fun it was to be sober and nimble while the monkey man was drunk and clumsy.
She started to move again, leading him in a circle. Once she was back to the spot he had stumbled upon first and blathered nonsensically to a tree in, she noted the uprooted and broken trees with more irritation. Although it WOULD mess with his head some more if she could just muster enough juice to fix the trees. An evil grin crossed her lips at that sudden idea, and she relied on adrenaline by that point.
Knowing she did not have much time to complete the task, she closed her eyes and doggedly set forth to fix the broken trees. If he caught up to her before she was finished, he’d see the nymph-like mutant flitting around and summoning her last bits of energy to mend what he had broken. If he did not catch up before she was done, the only indication that he had been there in that spot, was the sticky sap that pooled on the ground in front of the maple tree, and the massive amounts of acorns that littered the ground.
Never having been in a bar before, especially in New York, Xavia was hesitant to pass o’er the threshold of said establishment. Hell, she didn’t even fit in a place like this bar, but she was getting cold, and she had found a wrinkled, $100 bill on the side of the road. First thing she had done was to buy herself something other than a stolen, gingham dress to wear, and opted for jeans and a knit sweater from a secondhand store.
Lucky for her, the jeans fit like a glove, not too tight and not too loose, but showed off her assets just fine. The outfit was probably in style a few years ago, but she didn’t care. A jean jacket and some worn looking boots completed the outfit that she now appeared in. And lucky for her was the fact that her natural, flora scent overpowered the mothball smell that often accompanied thrift store clothing, because she was stepping over the threshold of the door by then and wouldn’t have liked to be looked at funny because of the way she smelled.
Unfortunately for her, she had no ID on her except for the temporary piece of paper that replaced the one that became missing in the accident that brought her life to a standstill in the city that never slept. Hopefully, because it had the official New York marks on it, it would still fly with the bar tender. If not, it wasn’t that big a deal, as she disliked booze and preferred to drink water anyways. A nice glass of brandy would warm her up, though, before she had to seek shelter elsewhere.
The unusually beautiful 26 year old ignored the stares of the people that filled the bar, resisting the urge to pat at the dark mass of gleaming, and finally clean, black hair that covered her pate. Indeed, she moved toward an abandoned stool at the bar, not making eye contact with anyone but the bar tender, whom she presented the paper ID to, and asked for some brandy, if it was alright, or water, if not...
She had to purse her lips tightly to keep from laughing, but a small snicker escaped when he went looking around the tree for her, and she was not there. When he neared the next tree that she had slipped into, Xavia shook the branches up, and acorns began to rain down on his head, one after another. “You oafish man,” she taunted, “You smell of swine. Ugh, bathe before you catch me, primate.”
The plant mutant was more than a little grumpy, she was highly offended that he came tromping around like the giant red drunkard that he was. How dare he?? Really now?? She shook the branches harder and let the acorns rain down on his head, and then suddenly stopped.
She decided it was so much fun messing with his head that she shifted out of that tree, and deliberately ran behind him so he would hear the heavy thud of her footsteps just before she melded into yet another tree. Once in the maple tree, she bore down and began to spew sap from the core… And not just a little drizzle, either, but almost the same amount of pressure that came from a fire hose. Hopefully he had followed the sound of her footsteps and got his face directly into the line of fire!
Xavia was losing wind quickly, though, so she forced herself out of the tree as it was spewing, and made a run for it just as the stream of sap dwindled into a trickle.
She was resting her eyes when she heard the sounds of a drunken idiot in the surrounding area. Humph, how dare the guy rip her from her un-needed beauty rest?! She quickly shifted her form from the ground into the upright position, and glared in the direction of the stomping oaf that was crashing through the trees, and even talking to them! Ugh! Xavia could smell the liquor fumes getting closer and closer, and gagged a little at the scent. Narrowing her eyes, she leapt from the bed of now, compressed grass, and tiptoed toward a rambling oak tree. Nobody woke her from a nice snooze in the park and got away with it!
Her form melded into the tree, her face visible, yet looking as if it were naturally carved in the trunk. As he got closer and closer, vengeful thoughts filled her head and she even smirked a little. She hardly blinked as she saw the darkened form of a large… very large… very red… um… ok, what was he? He had a monkey tail? Okay, so maybe she blinked a little. Her stay in NYC was turning out to be very interesting indeed, especially with this particular fellow intruding upon her personal space…
As he stopped to ponder, and was close enough to the tree that she had shifted into that she could mess with him. She gave an evil grin and reached a hand out from the trunk to tug that long tail of his with a quick yank, and then pulled her arm back in whether the yanking was successful or not. After she reached out, if he happened to turn around and whatnot, she would deliberately lift a root from the ground so it would form a loop and likely catch around his foot.
“Over here, monkey man…” she whispered, then shifted into the grass and into another tree, the only indication of her passing was the subtle movement of the grass beneath him.
