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 nodded in understanding. “I thought of it that way too, initially.” Her life plans had kind of gotten thrown up pretty high in the air when her power manifested and she moved into the mansion, but she’d gotten there in the end.
“Alice, I’m sure you’ll do excellent. And if you ever struggle, you ever need support of any kind, or even just to talk or vent about it, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” Serena took promises very seriously, she would not flake out on her sister, she was going to be a good older sister.
Nodding Serena agreed. “I didn’t think you were a fighter either, besides that, training digs into gaming and girl flirting time, a little too much for you, I reckon.” little sisterly teasing could not do too much harm.
“I can imagine it would be an insane amount of work. I have a few rudimentary game styled training programs I run, It helps me focus on them.” Serena might not have been as much of a gamer as her sister, but she was still a nerd through and through.
“I’m sure my friends know better.” She murmured, absentmindedly dreading knocking on Rebecca’s door. Or Sams. “However some of the faculty might, and they’re seeing a lot more of me than they used to.”
Serena had lived here for a long time, but that didn’t mean she wholly agreed with all the laws. “Nowhere is perfect, I suppose. New York definitely has it’s amazing features though.” She admitted.
The last couple of years had kind of been an insane boom in popularity for Serena's writing, she'd even stopped writing under a pseudonym, and re-released the previous two books under her real name. It wasn't like savvy people couldn't put two and two together to begin with, she wrote in her little nerdy corner online already, and had referenced them before there.
Since she'd gotten back to New York her editor had been bugging Serena to do some interviews or signings for what felt like forever. It had been over 2 years since she'd had the opportunity to do anything remotely like this in the city after all, and she was a lot more out in the open her writing than she had been previously too.
Her little appearance on PixelBecky's channel had... not helped.
Serena was more in the public eye than she'd ever been before, and while she was hardly a Hollywood celebrity, people recognised her. It was weird.
There came a point where her editor cornered her, and she ran out of excuses, therefore agreed to a signing and interview. She was absolutely dreading it. The ones in the last couple of years hadn't been that bad, but she'd gotten bigger. So much so. It was horrifying.
They'd been scheduled back to back. This is what happened when you pissed off your editor. The signing hadn't ended up being all that bad. The interview though. That was going to be just the worst, Serena was just picturing this middle aged dude shoving a microphone in her face and tactlessly asking her questions about her life and the X-men.
At least it wasn't on camera. She sighed and braced herself, putting on what she hoped was a smile and gently turned the door handle to the room she was supposed to be getting interviewed in.
Wow. That was a lot. Every time Serena adjusted to having been out of the loop forever something else came crashing down onto her mind and reminded her that she had indeed been way for a long time. Even if good friends like Rebecca didn't blame her for it, she still felt guilty herself. This whole thing was ridiculous. If she'd faced her problems head on and just stuck it out, hell even joined the X-men like Ghost had suggested for the millionth time, she'd have known all of these things.
Heck, she was still avoiding dealing with the Ami thing. When she'd brought it to Alice by accident she'd quickly squashed the topic before she could get too emotional. This was Becca though..
"That's amazing Rebecca!" The excitement radiating from Serena was palpable. "So you and Mirror sort of already have a family, you're just adding to it?" She ventured with another of those excited little smiles where she unconsciously bit her lip.
God. Serena was a moron. Friends made the whole world better in general. "I know, I've kept in touch with her." She admitted, getting a little sheepish, before nudging Rebecca in the arm playfully. "Means a lot coming from you though, Becca. I hear she's a difficult English student." That was straight from the horse's mouth, as it were.
"Life got a bit. Well, I was overwhelmed but I didn't want her to think I was leaving because of her. Well it wasn't just her at least, I felt the need to keep in touch, I-" she was absolutely rambling, just catching herself she course corrected. "I want to be a sister she can look up to, I just needed time and space." She supplied before adding. "And yes, tell me about it." quite the character indeed.
She sighed dramatically. "My witch of a grandmother tries to contact me occasionally, I usually just ignore the call. Alice's mother speaks to me on occasion, I try to be polite with her but..." She took a steadying breath. "Controlling Matriarch or no, she knew I was here. All this time. She's just as guilty, and I just can't forgive and forget that easily. I've not told Alice, she really loves her mother and I don't want to cause any conflict there." Serena wished she'd had opportunity to have conflict with her mum.
"Did I tell you, the first time my Grandmother actually looked me up and contacted me was to try and push me into some kind of old fashioned marriage? Strengthen the family name and have babies." She laughed a little bitterly. "It's crazy right? I could write out my unedited family drama as a period piece, and get best seller."
Her thoughts and face softened a little at the thought of Alice. "Alice is, well she's wonderful. I can't tell you what it means to have lost something like a sibling and to have found one again. It's... It's changed me, honestly. The feeling is mutual."
Serena's face twisted in discomfort. "Some people are good at lying, or hiding parts of themselves." She'd learned that from experience sadly. Part of her wished she was still as optimistic as Cait seemed to be about people. Sure, she was still very much of the opinion that there was good in most people. Even if you had to spend some time looking for it, but reality had also checked her opinion that everyone was like that to some extent.
Some people were just bad.
Serena blushed again when Cait touched her shoulder. Awkward horrible situation aside, Cait was still beautiful and getting attention from her made Serena feel all gooey.
"It's okay, I've dealt with worse. It was a lot, but I survived. So did she." As much as Serena hated her evil twin, she didn't want to kill anyone, period.
She smiled at the redhead, placing her own hand on Cait's on her shoulder, giving it a gentle reassuring squeeze. "I respect that you see the best in people, I don't think you should apologise for getting fooled. It's an amazing trait." She murmured, glancing down at the floor slightly when she did, a light blush colouring her cheeks again.
Her eyes darted back up when Cait carried on talking, meeting the other woman's. "Well, I'm a writer. I do critique, sort of. And I write fiction." Once upon a time she'd never had admitted that in a bar. "What about yourself? Does it involve making blondes blush in bars often? Because I feel like my cheeks are going to get stuck like this at this rate."
Serena was trying hard not to laugh. "I'm sorry if I'm coming off as insulting, it's a little odd speaking to you like this when I knew your older self so well, It's sort of hard to explain." After Evelyn and Amelia's awkwardness, she was just so glad that Sam was so similar as an adult to a teenager. Okay, maybe he was technically an adult, but it was hard to view him as such. Maturity was a big factor in people, and he seemed to be sorely lacking.
"I'm pretty sure he was in good shape if all the drooling students were anything to go by." She replied, taking note of the obvious irritation.
"Sam dear, you've been pretty relentlessly flirting with me this whole time, implying now that I'm gross sort of loses it's effect." She pondered as she reached into the bag and unscrewed them. "I'd feel in your shoes, relieved that my older self had progressed and kept up so well." She mused. "You're not what, 19, 20? I'm shocked that you aren't pleased that older you was a bad ass that had serious game more than a decade on, most people would be happy with that."
He didn't bite back to the teasing, which was amusing. That was fine, they could move past it. If he was going to openly flirt with every woman he met, even ones that claimed they were not interested or like herself just not interested in guys period, he'd better be prepared to receive some sass if he was persistent.
Snorting audibly. "I'm not saying you're weak, or untrained. I'm sure it's quite the contrary, but you were my teacher. Add an extensive amount of my own training, and my own power control on top of it and I'm just more experienced than you are. Especially with fighting you. Call it an unfair advantage." She smiled.
"Besides that, I'm sure meeting Mirror bruised your ego enough, lets see if you can keep up with one of my current training program, if things get too hectic, we can always call it off." Serena doubted it would, Sam's power for all her joking was pretty damn powerful.
Besides that, if he got any bad scrapes or bruises, she could fix him. "Forewarning, my mutation is a lot creepier than yours." She chirped as she walked over to her bag and opened up a couple of insulated canisters inside of it.
Serena was glad that the whole alternate reality awkwardness hadn't killed the mutual attraction. At least she thought it hadn't. Even if flirting didn't go anywhere, it was so good to feel wanted. And she was pretty sure Cait wanted her.
Serena nodded. She kind of wandered what Alice would make of this situation. She'd probably find Cait attractive too. It was kind of great how Alice had also turned out to be gay. Other than the nerdy thing, it just gave them one more thing on common.
She watched the turmoil on Cait's face. "I'm not surprised you don't believe me. If the situation were reversed, I'm sure I would feel similarly." She sighed, listening to Cait trying to pass it off, suggesting that she would have known if that was the case.
Serena stopped and did her second shot before turning back to Cait. "Look Cait, I'm not blaming you or anything for not knowing, you said yourself you didn't really know anything about her." Serena closed her eyes, feeling a little sick from vivid mental images penetrating her consciousness.
"I'm sure. I watched her drain somebody she'd just killed." She shivered, very visibly, rasping the words quietly. "And then she spent a few minutes taunting me, and then trying to provoke me, before trying to kill me."
Serena nodded grimly. "Yes, I remember. I believe she called me a repressed psychotic prude?" Which was all kinds of rich. 'Alice' had spent most of the non-violent parts of their encounter implying that they were both broken, but she was less so because she embraced her rage, and Serena repressed her desires? She'd still not digested that one.
"Good." She smiled, tilting her head at Cait in amusement. "Because my little sister is called Alice, so that would be slightly strange."
Serena blinked for a moment. Hawke? She knew a Hawke didn't she, over here? Is that why Cait was so familiar? Had she met a version of Cait here?
But she didn't recognise Cait's face at all, just some of her mannerisms. The way she strung together language.
Momentarily distracted by the question Serena hesitated. How did she word this? How did you summarise a person as messed up as her evil twin? "I-" how did you even put this to someone that had slept with the psycho in question. Crap.
"Fuck, I don't know how to put this delicately. She was a murderer. She did something to do with ending lives for a living, and she drained her victims of her blood, and then drank it. She made it very clear to me that she enjoyed it." Serena stared at the floor for a minute.
The little eyebrow raise was so adorable, the looks and ways her attention shifted around Serena still made her wriggle in her seat a little bit. It was the details an author tended to pay attention too, the fine details of how Cait worked. "It was unexpected, but I would tell you if I was particularly uncomfortable." Serena wasn't afraid of telling people no.
"Just try to remember I'm Serena, and I'll call you Cait, everything will be golden." She teased. She'd really rather not be called Alice. Why did her doppelganger choose that name? She hadn't known about the potential little sister situation.
Serena was very grateful that Cait used more innuendo than she used actual specifics. She did not need to think about that woman and Cait getting intimate. Nope.
She studied Cait's face and decided she was probably telling the truth, and would therefore let it go. "Well, her real name was also Serena, and I assume we shared a last name from what she said." She pondered. It had sounded like they had a very similar upbringing. 'Alice' had tossed out the implication that she was actually the more normal of the two given that Serena should have been much more damaged than she appeared, 'Alice' was more up front about it.
"It's Rivers, by the way. My last name. And I can guess at her profession, but that's only based on our brief encounter. You don't want to know." She turned back to Cait, staring at the woman's eyes once again. They were. So pretty. So happy, and excited and full of life.
Nodding softly Serena felt a little more of that passive weight on her mind lift. She was so happy beyond words that her little sister didn't hate her for having a breakdown and just disappearing for years on end. "Okay."
"It screams edgy nerd, my dear." She teased, taking a sip from her drink again. "And I get your point, but it's not quite what I meant. I mean pursuing things that nobody else is pushing you into, things you are truly, honestly passionate about. It's special." She reminisced a little, daydreaming.
It was funny, she'd gone into university with the intention of understanding biology and mutation in particular, and had come out of the experience with more passion for writing than she would have ever thought possible. Odd how those things worked sometimes.
"Also you're not going into this with the typical US student's mindset, goodness you're not even going into University with the typical English student's mindset." Serena kind of had. She'd been to public school up until her power activated, her mansion education was a lot more tucked away than her public school experience had been. She was very thankful that the mansion staff were so good about her having issues.
"It's important to know though, especially if you're living in the city. I'm confident you know how to take care of yourself, because you're smart. But it can't hurt to know how to actively protect yourself regardless." There was an edge of concern to her voice, obviously. Serena wasn't losing anybody else to crime. Ever.
"I had forgotten how much I missed the Danger Room, cutting loose is such effective stress relief." Nothing like killing a hundred vampires to shut up your inner demons.
"That's now what I meant, Alice!" She chuckled. "I mean don't go telling people around the mansion that I'm giving you alcohol, please. My reputation is held together with string there enough as it is."
"You'll be 21 soon enough, The fact that you can drive years before you drink here still blows my mind. As long as you're smart about it, I really don't see a problem with anyone over the age of 16 partaking." Of course part of the problem might have been that 16 year olds didn't have the maturity to handle it, but some of them definitely did.
Serena coughed a little, still very red. "Yes, it was. I'm very much not used to, nor necessarily opposed to that kind of greeting." It was so nice to feel wanted by someone gorgeous. She'd avoided this sort of thing for so very long, she'd forgotten how absolutely good it felt.
It was nice that Cait began to calm down a bit, that the interaction wasn't just doomed from the start. Because regardless of all of the awkwardness and history that the woman apparently had with Serena's evil twin, she was so lovely. And Serena really didn't want to stop chatting or flirting with her.
Being a very physical person, Serena was used to contact. There was something quite different about hugs and snuggles and gentle contact though, especially when there was a component of sexual interest involved.
"I like that, Cait is easier to say, and it sounds about as cute as you are." A sheepish smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
Nodding a little awkwardly Serena inserted her first question. "H-how well did you know her?" She let it linger for a moment before adding. "I don't mean intimately, I mean her as a person. Because you strike me as a nice person." She admitted.
The more the woman spoke, the more Serena toiled between ordering and downing more drinks, and wanting to keep a clear head unless she was up to something. Something about the way that she spoke set Serena at ease a little. She was clearly just as embarrassed as the Brit, if not more.
"Well... I suppose it was a new experience for both of us." Well at least she was taking this with about as much grace as Serena had been, she wasn't bouncing back and throwing around accusations or getting defensive or anything.
Serena took in a deep breath. She seemed so, genuine... And she was getting more and more timid based on her the things she was admitting. They made Serena blush too, truth be told. She'd never thought about role play in the bedroom. Ahem.
The tension inside of her melted slightly. She supposed there was more to her evil twin than met the eye. She shouldn't judge Caitriona based on her alternate self. She held a hand to the bartender as well. Serena definitely needed alcohol. "Tequila, please."
While the red haired woman's face was in her hands Serena edged forwards slowly and placed a very gently hand on the other woman's knee. "Hey look, it's okay." She had questions, hopefully Cait had answers.
Drinks were swiftly supplied, Serena did the old salt, tequila, lime trick with practiced motion.
Clearly the other woman was having some trouble processing all of this. Was Serena's suspicion right? Please tell her she was wrong, Caitriona was so interesting and pretty, it would be all kinds of suck if it turned out she was the kind of person that hung out with her evil twin.
"Earth one?" Oh god oh god oh god.
"I- I am-" how did you even word this?
Serena let the woman get it out her system before taking a deep shaky breath and backing up a few inches. "I never got pulled from there, I got pulled too there."
Her cheeks flushed in. "I thought you'd met me from somewhere else, and I'd just forgotten you. From College or something." She repeated. "I'm sure I'd remember sleeping with someone as beautiful as you." That last part came out as more of a murmur.
"I- I'm from here. I've met the woman you're talking about, if you're saying she looked exactly like me." She had to be careful, this woman seemed earnest and honestly a decent person, but first impressions could be misleading and if she was into a woman Serena knew was a serial killer, she'd need to tread carefully.
This was all exciting and confusing, but it seemed like the woman was picking up on some of it. There was more hesitation than before, what was going on? Serena would've figured if it was a game the woman would be pretty happy with the direction it was going. She'd kissed her after all.
Serena really needed to not make a habit of kissing people she'd just met. She was already developing a reputation around the mansion, she didn't need one in cool gay bars... Although this setting was probably a much more appropriate for it.
Uh. What?
"Alice? What do you-" Her sister? Serena looked nothing alike her sist- okay, well maybe they looked alike, but you couldn't mistake them for one another, that was for sure. Alice had blue hair, and a very very different dress code.
"I- I assumed I'd met you at college or something and just forgotten you and was too embarrassed to voice that thought." She admitted, flushing in red again.
"The only Alice I know is my sister and I doubt you could be mistaking me for he-"
... 'this side of the tracks'? No way. "Where are you from? I mean really."
She snorted. "Oh, you've dated plenty of 'impressive' people, I won't argue that. I meant emotionally and physically speaking. Even as an adult." She smiled. He looked like he was probably a young adult, but he was now younger than her, and that fact was weirdly amusing.
If Serena had met Sam before Evelyn and... Ami happened, things might have been much more awkward. But given enough time she'd slowly adjusted to the situation. And Sam still probably had the same core to him, much like Amelia did.
Bursting out laughing again she carried on. "Good to see not too much changed between where you are now, and adult you." She didn't specifically call him old Sam, largely because the young one looked like he could do with being knocked down a couple of pegs.
"You can try little boy, I don't think it'd pan out how you think though." Serena was pretty confident she could give the highly experienced Sam a run for his money on a good day now, let alone one with much less experience and know idea of her style or powers.
"Why yes, he could be depressing. But he could also be surprisingly inspiring, and had his rare moments of maturity. I'm pretty confident he had more game than you though, the eyepatch helped I imagine."
Wow, he was freaking relentless. "It is a beautiful name." She mused. "And what I do in here normally wouldn't suit you, your mutation is more versatile than mine but I don't think it packs the raw power when I cut loose. We could do something more appropriate, or I could just lay you out if you feel like getting beaten up by a woman."
