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.
Tses and Ty were back together. Their on again off again relationship seemed to be somewhere towards on again, even with the giant cockroach boss of his causing problems. She was back to stealing, which kept her on her feet while Ty was in a coma. The coma itself had pushed them back towards "off again", but they seemed to be working it out. Slowly.
Tses remembered a time she tried to change her life. Considered getting a real job and becoming a more respectable citizen. Once upon a time, she thought she could change her life around. Now it seemed that idea was nothing but a dream vanishing on the horizon.
Perhaps that's why it surprised her so much to see the young artists sitting in the park. Once upon a time, she had a normal conversation with this normal girl over a smoothie. And somehow, she sort of missed that day. Wished she could have it back. Even though the girl didn't seem quite as keen to talk today, Tses let herself approach, and leaned against a nearby tree, peering over her shoulder.
"An luck with the whole art thing?" She remarked in a casual way.
It was one thing to have a giant cockroach in her kitchen, it was another when it started talking about her like she was now under his employment or something. Employment, if it could be called that. Her headphones weren't quite loud enough to tune out what the cockroach said, and her gaze focused on them stoicly, emotions shifting from fear to anger.
She opened her mouth to argue, then shut it again. Her light form flickered momentarily back to life as she did, then faded. She resisted sitting just in case. It was unbecoming to go falling through the furniture.
Tses had half a mind to throw an explosive right in that jar of pickles. Still in light form, she pulled herself free of the couch and sulked to the back corner of the apartment. She didn't want anything to do with that...thing. He was a special sort of crazy, and she hated that Ty still worked for him. She would never admit she was scared of it.
She fished for her CD player and did her best to ignore them all for now. She was childish like that. If she couldn't make him go away, she could just ignore him, and that would solve everything, right? Right. At least that's what she told herself. Good plan, right?
Tses was sound asleep, but apparently not sound enough that the sound of the dropped jar couldn't wake her. Groggily, she opened her eyes, and froze. Ty was there, Mischief was there, so who was in the kitchen?
She looked over, and there was a light FWOSH as she went light form, and vanished through the couch.
As the t.v. played, Tses felt her eyelids droop, and after a bit she found herself curled against Ty, eyes shut, asleep. She could hear the show playing, hear Ty breathing, and despite her fears, she let herself relax, and feel safe again.
Tses nested into the couch, pulling up her legs and pressing her back into the cushions. Without her shirt, the recent injury and a number of other ones were easy to see. At least they had come far enough in their relationship she didn't feel as uncomfortable with the sight of her own skin, scarred as it was. The new cuts and bruises went from one arm to the other, from picking fights to dodging police. She fiddled with her gloves and hugged her knees to her chest, shrugging at Ty's remark
"Can't be a normal relationship with me in it. Heck, not sure it can be normal with you in it." She commented as the t.v. turned on. She felt exhausted suddenly after all the running from earlier, and for the first time in three months, relaxed. Ty was back, he could help. She wouldn't have to scramble to steal enough to survive on now...Somehow, that took a heavy weight off her shoulders she wasn't aware she was carrying.
Tses considered his question seriously for a few moment, before finally shaking her head. "Maybe it's karma? We don't exactly hang on out on the more commendable side of the law..." She remarked quietly.
Her cheek flushed from the kiss, and she finished her noodles before setting it in the sink and following him back to the couch. "Move over." She said, and once he did she plopped down next to him.
Tses looked back at him, then looked down, spinning her noodles with her fork. She sighed. She was trying to understand, but her emotions were too out of sorts to make much sense.
"Just...give it a little time. And don't take it personal. You're okay, and that's great, and I am happy. I'm sorry." She poked the noodles again then forced herself to take a bite. She jabbed her spoon at the t.v. "I uh, found you something, while I was working..." She added quietly. While picking up stolen goods, somehow a DVD set or two ended up in the mix. It was clear she remembered one of his favorite T.V. shows by the Leverage box set sitting next to the television and DVD player.
And just like that, he took over cooking. Tossed his shirt into the living room and settled back into routine. Maybe pulling away from him broke his heart, but seeing him back, as if nothing happened, brok hers. She was pretty sure the bullet was lodged in her heart now. It was the only way to explain the sharp and sudden pain she was feeling. Relief was there, but also pain. She didn't know what to do, how to act. It felt like she was learning all over again.
His remark caught her off guard, and she poked at her small plate of noodles, not feeling particularly hungry. "You didn't. I understood. I just...I've been alone. It's been three months, just me and mischief. Maybe it didn't feel as long for you but... I just..." She felt awkward. Caught somewhere between pushing everyone away again and the progress they'd made before all this.
It was awkward. The tears and the apologies and the regret. She hated seeing him upset. He was back, but it didn't feel right yet. She held his hand for a moment, but the emotions got the best of her. She stood, and sniffled, and moved back towards the kitchen.
"You're probably hungry... Not sure what there is to eat though. I mean, there's cat food and ramen, haven't really shopped much... still can't do much cooking..." She rambled, gulping, and fidgetted awkwardly.
Tses opened her mouth, then shut it again. Somehow the words tuck in her throat. It wasn't that she didn't care, it wasn't that she didn't miss him, but the emotions were all coming back. She wanted to just forget, forgive, let it go, but...
"You left. You were gone, but you were right there. I came, and I talked to you... I yelled at you... I asked you to come back. And you didn't. I hate hospitals, but I sat there, and I waited. Eventually I couldn't keep coming by... I couldn't keep waiting like that..." She looked at him, and her eyes felt moist, but she swiped her hand across them and shrugged.
"I stayed here though, hoped. Because I...I love you too..." Getting shot seemed a lot simpler than dealing with this.
The heat rushed back to Tses' face with the kiss, and she looked down at her knees awkwardly. Her arm stung, but she didn't feel it enough with all the emotions rushing back to the surface.
"It's...been different. It's a bit harder to steal for a bigger apartment, and feed a cat and all. I just... and you were..." Her skin flickered with light, and she looked at the wall. Everything she felt the past few months felt pointless. She wanted to be mad he went and did that. She wanted to be clingy and romantic and pretend it never happened.
There was a noise from the living room and Tses glanced out of the corner of her eye, heat rushing to her face. Okay, so now he wakes up. She awkwardly gave a little hand-wave to acknowledge him, then finished with the bullet, which only had slightly more cussing before the bullet hit the sink.
"Frickin' cops..." Rinsing off her arm and pressing the cloth to her arm, she pulled open some cabinets until she found her first aid kit. Wandering into the living room, she awkwardly held it out to Ty.
"Welcome home?" She remarked with a sheepish half-smile, and glanced down at her bloodied arm.
She made it to the bathroom. Ty was thankfully napping on the couch. Hopefully napping. After his months in the coma that sight made her heard swirl a little, but she wasn't sure she was ready to try waking him up yet. Instead, she quickly pulled off her bloody shirt and turned the sink on. After rinsing off her arm, she cursed slightly as she caught sight of the shiny metal bullet still lodged in her skin.
Fan-frickin-tastic.
Rather than ruining more clothing, she grabbed a towel and pressed it against her arm then carefully crept out of the bathroom. The kitchen was nearby, so she tried her best to get a knife without waking Ty up. Task accomplished, she fiddled with the stove, grateful for the open flame. Sanitizing the knife would be the easy part, trying to cut the bullet out of her arm without waking her recently coma-induced boyfriend... well...
