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.
Mariusz rose from where he was sitting and working and moved over to the stove top, grabbing the peppers, garlic, and onions and bringing them with him. "Mushrooms would be nice in this too, but it seems the Mansion is all out," he said with a shrug, then he unstoppered the olive oil and eyeballed about two tablespoons worth into the skillet before turning on the burner underneath it.
"I suppose I can understand the fear of knives then, with the traumatic experiences," he produced a spatula and held it out to Evelyn. "A lot of people use butter to saute, I do too sometimes. But we will use olive oil tonight since it is healthier and right here." He upended the bowl of vegetables and garlic into the skillet.
"Push it flat and stir or shake the skillet occasionally. If you do not the garlic may burn and become bitter." He placed the bag of prewashed spinach up next to the skillet. "Every so often throw in a handful of spinach, it will cook down so do not worry about overflowing the skillet. I will start on the cheese mixture to be the lasagna's binding agent."
As he finished speaking the timer went off and he removed the noodles from the heat and their pan, immersing them in a tub of cold water to stop the cooking process and prevent them from sticking to one another.
"What is wrong with knives? I have my own built-in set of Ginzu's though, so I may not be the one to ask," Mariusz asked, holding up a talon and shrugging. Finishing with the peppers and moving on to dice up the onion. He sliced it in half and reduced the entire onion to minced pieces in about thirty seconds with no tears. "My mother was always a fan of that trick," he said, referencing the onion and standing up. Crossing to the stove he emptied the dried noodles into the boiling water and reduced the heat so the pot wouldn't boil over.
"I prefer making these from scratch too, but that is too much work for right now. Still, garlic-basil pasta is quite good." He returned to where he had been slicing and dicing things and tipped the peppers and onion into the bigger of the two bowls he had set on the table and began took the olives. Opening the jar he went and drained it over the sink then upended it on the cutting board.
"The garlic can go in the big bowl here with the peppers and onions and, if you are done with the cheese, I have another job for you. Working together will speed up the process," he said, tipping the olives into the smaller bowl and starting on the tomatoes.
"Luke would be a reference to the Gospel of Luke in the Bible," Mariusz said, accepting the wine glass back when it had been refilled. "And my thanks for the refill," he continued, taking another sip of the wine before lowering the glass once more. "You have an excellent taste... is this from Bordeaux," he asked, referencing the Bordeaux region of France.
"No need to apologize, a gracious guest should never seek an apology from his host, or hostess in your case," he said, nodding his head in the direction of the Indian woman. "In truth I have also not been in the United States for all that long a period of time. My father was just appointed as the Czech Ambassador to the United States. I tend to prefer to avoid that kind of light, so I found something more constructive to do with my time though I do, on occasion, put in an appearance at one of his soirees."
"Lasagna sounds good to me," Mariusz answered, producing a block of mozzarella cheese and tossing it in Evelyn's direction. "Not as good as fresh would be but," he shrugged and rooted around for a moment in a cabinet before coming up with a cheese grater, garlic press, custard dish, and pair of cutting boards. "Get grating, grate up that whole block. We will need all of it. More cheese never hurt anyone. I hate ricotta though, so we will mix a lot of it with cottage cheese. That is healthier anyway." He tossed a head of garlic to Evelyn. "And mash up four cloves of that, no need to peel them the masher will not let the skin through."
He rooted around in the fridge a bit more and produced a yellow and a green bell pepper, an onion, several roma tomatoes, two jars of basic spaghetti sauce, a bunch of fresh spinach, and a can of calamata olives that had already been pitted. "Ordinarily I would make my own sauce, but that takes all day and I also do not feel much like waiting for chicken or beef to cook through, so this will be vegetarian," he said, shrugging his shoulders as he set everything on the counter on top of the second cutting board he had grabbed.
A few moments later and a big pot and skillet were sitting on the stove top, the former filled with salted water, and he had programmed the oven to pre-heat while setting a package of dry lasagna noodles next to the stove top by a bottle of olive oil. He set everything on the island, grabbed a trash can, and then washed his hands and the vegetables, oddly not retrieving a knife though bringing two bowls to the table and setting them next to his cutting board.
"My hands are clean, and my finger skills are better than my knife skills," he said with a shrug, slicing one of the bell peppers neatly in half and then removing the seeds from it before beginning to slice the pepper julienne style with one of his fingers as easily as a knife would slide through butter.
"Just about any mutation can be used for defense, if properly employed. Or so I would think." Mariusz replied, dropping his arm from around her shoulders and moving to investigate the kitchen, pulling open cabinets and drawers in a methodical fashion to locate everything before finally checking the pantry, larder, and refrigerator and finding all of them fully stocked. The only thing missing was alcohol, not surprising since this was a school where minor's could come and go as they pleased.
"As for food, I see what I need to make just about anything you would like to eat as long as it does not involve alcohol. This is a school after all," he said, turning to face her and leaning against the counter before crossing his arms over his chest. "So, what strikes your fancy? Any allergies I need to know about?"
"No thanks is needed, the Gospel of Luke tells us that to those whom much is given much is required. I have been given wings, eyesight, and archery skills," Mariusz replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Because I can defend others I am required to defend others. To do less would be a... a violation. We are told in Romans Twelve that we should always try to live in peace with others, but that living in peace with others is also not always possible."
He led them down the stairs, slipping an arm around Evelyn's shoulders as she stared at the carpet in what he hoped would be taken as a reassuring thing, giving her a brief squeeze before turning her gently to head in the direction of the kitchen. A few moments later he pushed open the door and allowed her to enter before following her into the large food preparation room. "So," he asked, setting his Bible down on the counter top near the door, "What exactly are you hungry for?"
"Correct, I also was not lying when I said I will need a babysitter after I take my pain pills," Mariusz replied, closing the Bible in his lap and getting to his feet. He hadn't given much thought to the menu he'd prepare once they got down to the kitchen, but a lot of what he could make would depend on what the kitchen was stocked with. The truth was that he was hungry enough to eat just about anything. Of course, the menu would also partly depend on what Evelyn said she was hungry for.
"I assume you no longer need to be carried, but I can keep doing that if you prefer it," he said, shrugging his shoulders and displaying a slight ripple of muscles beneath his feathers. He gestured down the hallway. "Shall we?"
Once he was convinced that Evelyn had begun to shower Mariusz returned to his room and grabbed a second bottle of shampoo and a pair of white basketball shorts which was all he planned on changing into. The Mansion was home and he was tired and didn't feel much like fighting with his wings to stuff them into a shirt at the moment. Exiting from his room he went into the next bathroom down the hallway.
Quickly enough he had showered and washed out all his feathers with the shampoo, toweled himself off, and changed clothes. He assumed it would take Evelyn much longer since she was more blood covered and whatnot. She would have to wash her hair and he was given to understand that was a very labor intensive process for women with at least a thousand different products to use, if the commercials on tv were any indication.
He settled himself on the floor outside the bathroom door that Evelyn was behind and opened his Bible in his lap, opening to the Book of James in the New Testament and beginning to read from chapter two. But someone will say, “You have faith, and I have works.” Show me your faith without your works, and I will show you my faith by my works.*
"I still need to clean up first too, and I know you must also be hungry," Mariusz said, walking through the halls of the Mansion with the blonde in his arms. "The doctor also said you are to keep out of trouble. I will help make sure that happens. You have left two different sanctuaries, that would seem to indicate that you have some kind of odd predilection towards self destructive tendencies. Obviously, you need a babysitter and after I take my medication I will need a babysitter and since I need medication because of the night's events," he continued, tailing off as he carried the woman upstairs leaving unsaid that it was her fault he needed a babysitter later, though heavily implying it.
"Also, my name is Mairusz Kasparek not Talon, though that does have a rather nice ring to it now that I think about it. I also doubt you have ever had a gourmet meal... and I want to cook so someone has to eat it too," he continued, prattling on as he carried the woman into his room at the Mansion, being sure the door stayed open behind him. Using a taloned foot he pulled open a drawer and pulled out a black wife-beater t-shirt and t-shirt promoting the New York Islanders that was orange and blue and a pair of white sweat pants.
"Please stick your arm out through the feathers on my wing," Mariusz said, depositing the clothing in her hands when she complied and then pushing the drawer shut with his foot. "I was not sure what kind of shirt you would want, so I gave you choices. If you pull the draw string on the pants and knot it off they will work for you. Now, shower."
Mariusz walked back out of his room and used a taloned foot to open the door to the bathroom then he opened his wings enough that the doorway was clear and set Evelyn on the ground gently, averting his eyes as much as was possible. "I will meet you back here when you are done."
"Some pain medication would be greatly appreciated," the avian mutant said, rubbing his jaw with a hand and turning his head to he side so he could catch a glimpse of Evelyn to see how decent, or indecent she was. Her clothing was still in tatters, that simply wouldn't do to go walking through the Mansion where children and teens might see her state of dress, or undress as the case was. It wouldn't do at all.
"My thanks," he said, accepting a few pain pills from the doctor. "I assume, as with most things, these need to be taken with food and that I should not fly or operate heavy machinery for some time after taking them. May cause drowsiness, nausea, and odd behavior," he asked. The Czech man was quite familiar with prescription strength pain medication. Being hollow boned he'd broken a lot of bones in his life, especially when he'd been self teaching himself to fly.
"Come along," he said, scooping up Evelyn in his arms again. "You will not go walking around the Mansion in that state of dress," he continued, "but, I have a solution." The winged man folded his wings forward so that they hid Evelyn from view, everything but her ankles and feet while holding his wings low enough that he could still see over the top of them.
"We will shower and change clothes first," Mariusz said, nodding his head as he planned everything out. Obviously this blonde woman needed a chaperone and since he would shortly be taking pain medication he had self appointed himself to the task.
"Not together," he said quickly with a bit of a nervous laugh. "That would be, naturally, highly inappropriate on any number of levels," he continued, bobbing his neck a little which caused the cross hanging on a chain to swing out of his feathers where it was normally hidden.
"Then I will make us something to eat," he continued, placing extra emphasis on the word us. "I need to eat something to take my medication with. Also, it has been a very long night and I am hungry," he said, leaving unsaid that the reason he would have to do that was because of the blonde woman. "I will also get for you something more appropriate that you can wear, as promised. Shall we away?"
Mariusz set Evelyn down on the hospital bed as gently as possible, nudging it with his foot first to make sure the wheels were locked so it wouldn't go sliding away when he tried to set the blonde woman down on it. As the doctor began removing the impromptu shirt bandage that he had provided to Evelyn during the flight Mariusz turned his back to what was going on to afford the blonde some modesty. She'd been a bit indecent in the less than well lit outside world, but here under the lights of the of the Mansion. He was tempted to stand and watch the doctor patch up all of Evelyn's injuries, despite her indecent appearance. But, that would offend his own sense of decency and modesty as much, or more, than it would offend her's.
As he stood with his back to the scene the feathers on his wings, back, and arms rustled softly. Slowly he extended and stretched first his right wing and then his left before beginning to stretch out his back, shoulders, and arms which were all a little stiff from the night's exertions. It had the added benefit that it might make Evelyn feel that he wasn't eavesdropping on the conversation between her and the doctor.
When the doctor turned his attention to Mariusz the winged man waited with his back to Evelyn for the doctor to come around in front of him to continue to give the woman some sense of decency.
"Mosd of de pain ids hewe," he said, tapping the right side of his jaw were the jawbone connected to the skull and wincing slightly. "I do nod dink id is bwoken, jusd dislocated. Also id makes me sound sdupid."
"She wads ad de sangduary in de cidy," Mariusz replied. "De one I volundeered to help prodecd. She lefd dere an I followed whewe she could nod see me. Good ding do," Mariusz replied, referencing the unpleasantness with the cat woman.
"Sdupid cat woman messed up my jaw," he said, scowling at the recent memory. "Bud Ebelyn is hurd wordse, seedo her firdst," he continued, indicating the blonde woman in his arms by holding her out just a bit before pulling her back in again.
"Lead de way. Medical, clean, clods, den I make someding do eat for us," he said, giving the clear indication that the blonde wasn't leaving his sight since she couldn't be trusted with that freedom. Somewhere in there he'd have to call Mahadevi and explain everything to her as well.
"I subbods dat ids twue," Mariusz replied, lapsing into silence for the time being, the steady beating of his wings the only noise as they soared through the air growing ever closer to their final destination. Within a few minutes longer the Mansion was in sight and he began to gradually decrease the height at which he was flying. Usually he'd just tuck his wings and drive almost straight down but he somehow expected that Evelyn would find that option to be completely unacceptable.
"I hab to led go ub your ayndkles now so we can land," Mariusz said, cinching Evelyn to him a bit tighter at the waist to hold her tight as he let go of her ankles when they were about thirty feet from the ground.
"You mide wand do clods your eyes," Mariusz continued giving the blonde a second or two to comply before tucking his wings and dropping the last little bit of space to the ground before shoving his wings back open with a snapping noise and grunting from the strain of the extra weight and then touching down gently on the ground.
"Now do ged your indjewies looked ad," he said, sweeping the blonde off her feet and back into his own arms before marching over to the Mansion's door and using a taloned foot to open the door since he had his hands full. "Anybody home?" he called into the entry way.
"Sowwy, I am nod udually one do hab slippwy fingews," Mariusz said. They wouldn't have crashed in the first place were it not for the crazed cat woman jumping on them and piling on more weight than he could lift. He would have thought that was obvious since they hadn't crashed until the cat woman had jumped on them.
"Sdupid cat added do much waid for me do cawwy," he groused, holding out a hand for the quiver while keeping Evelyn pressed against him with his other arm as they continued to fly in the direction of the Mansion.
"I can hold de quivew why you... uh... figew dat out," he tried to say diplomatically regarding the shirt. "When we ged babk do de Mansion I will ged you someding bedder," Mariusz continued, then he blanched realizing that when he had meant to say 'better' it had come out 'bedder' which might sound like 'bed her' because of his busted jaw.
"No, no nod bedder. Nod bedder ad all," he said quickly in a very nervous sounding tone. "I mendt bedder nod bed'der, no nod bedder!" He searched his English language knowledge for the right word that meant what he meant and would make sense with a bad jaw that mangled everything.
"Nod bedder, I don'd mean bedder I mean I will ged you someding more approbriad. Someding nod shwedded, someding mowr modest," he said quickly, hoping to explain that he absolutely had not meant anything like what 'better' had sounded like.
"Fighting, no," Mariusz allowed, finishing the last of the wine in his glass and setting it to one side. If his hostess wished it refilled then she would see it was done. It was the rude guest who demanded such things when they had not been offered. The truth was that, outside of the Danger Room session with Mirror he had never really been involved in anything remotely like a fight.
"However, I have hunted for sport and to donate the meat to charity for many years and my mutation is such that it lends itself well to feats of marksmanship," Mariusz continued simply, shrugging his shoulders. "Those of my faith are taught, in Luke 12:48 that when someone has been given much, much will be required in return; and when someone has been entrusted with much, even more will be required. I have been given much and so I am required to return that much and more."
