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.
The sky darkened, and clouds rolled in, bringing with them booms of thunder and brilliant flashes of lightning. Is that all the girl had to offer, a little storm? Charlotte resisted the urge to laugh. It was turning into a fight, and she had to treat it as such. Maybe she could laugh afterwards, once she was done dealing with Magnum, who at present was reaching down to grab her gun from its holster. Instinctively, the blonde's hand flexed, calling forth a small stream of water that coiled around her hand. Thrusting her arm forward, the stream flew forward, cracking like a whip in the open space between the girls.
"Don't be a coward." she spat, cracking the water whip again, this time letting it stop just inches from the brunette's face. The wind had picked up, blowing her blonde hair into a frenzy, which only angered her more. Things had escalated quickly, and Charlotte wasn't quite sure how it had happened. But it was too late for apologies or negotiating. If she didn't stand her ground, she'd come off as a coward, and that was not acceptable. She did have to commend her opponent. Conjuring up such a huge storm without even lifting a finger was impressive; maybe she could learn a thing or two from the latina.
By now the clouds had reached their breaking point, and a steady rain had begun to fall. Within seconds, the blonde's clothes were soaked through to her skin. They were heavy, and every part of her was wet. Raising her free arm, Charlotte pushed some of her energy into the air, diverting the water around her. Where it should fall and hit her, the droplets would instead roll to the side, as if a dome had erected itself around the girl. She waited, watching the rain pool around her while keeping a close eye on the other female.
> “Yes it’s my fault. You don’t think I choose to do it, though, do you?!?”
Oooh, someone had a temper. Charlotte could hear the sudden edge in her voice, that tone of defensiveness that undoubtedly caused the air to thicken around them. Tempers were a major weakness in some people, especially when it couldn't be controlled. This, coupled with Magnum's apparent lack of control for her mutation, was a dangerous combination.What had the potential to make it even more dangerous was the blonde's enjoyment in angering people. Something about getting under a person's skin and rattling them brought the mutant immense fun, however her conscious warned that it could turn sour if she angered the Latina anymore.
Conscious be damned, she rose from her position on the rock and retorted, "Well, of course you chose to do it.. that's kind of how powers work, right?" Her eyes rolled to the sky to scan the darkening clouds. She didn't even need to taunt the other female; her anger was growing on its own.
What was supposed to be a simple day at the lake had escalated into a confrontation, and that didn't make Charlotte happy. Stepping closer to the water, she turned to face the brunette. "Maybe you could just leave, or something. I don't need any attitude." she said, bringing her dying cigarette to her lips for one last puff. Flicking the butt, it landed off to the side of Magnum. She hadn't intended for it to go that direction, but her aim wasn't the greatest.
"All I wanted was some peace and quiet." Charlotte mumbled to herself, taking a few steps back so that she now stood on the surface of the lake. She wasn't much of a fighter, but she would make the other woman leave if she had to. This was her spot, and she didn't share. Her gaze was still trained on the sky, but she watched Magnum from the corner of her eye. She didn't know what the other mutant was capable of, but she was certain she was about to find out.
Charlotte did her best to stifle a laugh at the girl's response, opting instead to take a deep drag of her cigarette. An evasive answer like that gave away more than if Magnum had answered honestly. Yes, everyone had secrets, of varying importance and darkness. The young mutant wanted to know the nitty gritty. She had just divulged one of her biggest secrets, and expected the same in return. If her companion offered anything less, well, it would not be good. But to her surprise, the other female was a mutant just like her. In almost the same aspects, in fact. They were both water manipulators, but it seemed as if the brunette was more advanced and could control a wider array of water molecules.
Bringing her knees to her chest, the blonde rested her chin and turned her gaze to Magnum. "Can I see? That sounds fascinating." she pleaded, turning on her best puppy dog pout. Of course she was going to ask. One didn't simply declare what their power was only not to show it. That was almost as bad as.. offering someone a vacation to the Bahamas and then taking away the plane tickets. You just don't do that. It's cruel and unusual punishment. And besides, Charlotte wanted to see what she was up against. She may not be the best mutant out there, but she'd be damned if she wasn't the best when it came to water.
"Wait.." The blonde's brow furrowed as things shifted into place. The humidity had been all over the place since she arrived at the lake. Who knows when Magnum first got there. If her powers worked how she thought they worked, then it would be safe to assume that she was responsible for the weather fluctuation. "My hair.." Charlotte finally mumbled, running a free hand through it. "Are you the one doing all this?" she asked, waving a hand through the air in the general direction of the sky. "'Cause that's just not cool."
If it was the Latina's doing, then it would all have to be tied to her emotions. There had been no hand movements, or vocal commands, or anything to suggest she was involved. To say that was dangerous would be an understatement.
It's not everyday that one just showed their mutant ability to a stranger. To do so is to show one's soul, to divulge a deep secret that has the potential to ruin a life, or end it. It's an ability that brings hundreds of people to together, and can also destroy a civilization. So for Magnum to only muster up a "Wow" left Charlotte at a loss for words. Most people flipped their lids, or were on their phones calling the police. She knew she didn't have the best power out there; after all, there were mutants who could transform into enormous dragons or shape shift or even becoming freaking invisible. And her control wasn't the best, by any means. Her emotions often got the better of her, and her concentration faltered after a short time. But.. wow?
"...that's it?" she managed to ask after a few moments of silence, digging in her purse for another cigarette to light. The blonde has seen the other woman inhaling the nicotine like it was a McDonalds milkshake, and she assumed it was best to let her have the rest of it. She took a deep drag and let the smoke spill from her mouth, lingering lazily in the sky before a light breeze swept it away. Smoke always interested her. In fact, for a short while she longed to be able to control that instead of water. It was much more whimsical and less predictable than water, and it would give her an excuse to smoke all day every day.
Side-eyeing the girl, Charlotte realized she was still staring at her, in what looked to be utter amazement. Maybe she was actually impressed. Angling her body so that she faced Magnum more head on, the blonde offered a meek smile and asked, "Do you have any secrets?" She felt it was only fair, a secret for a secret. That's how the world worked. And who knew, maybe the gun-wielding woman had a power of her own?
As quickly as it had came, the humidity was slowly dissipating. Charlotte fanned her neck and took another sip from her water, then ran a hand over her ponytail, trying to smooth out the frizz that had already taken over. In all the years she had lived here and been to this lake, the weather had never been so erratic. It was almost as if someone was controlling it's fluctuation...hm. Raising an eyebrow at the brunette, she lit another cigarette. Maybe she wasn't the only one with a secret.
> “I would love to talk to Mr. Mayor if he’s concerned about my shooting a tree, but this is outside of his jurisdiction. Why else would I come this far?”
At this the blonde just shrugged, letting a cloud of smoke escape through her nostrils. "Dunno." She knew not much about jurisdiction, or gun laws for that matter, and thus let the subject die. What the girl did in her spare time, no matter how dangerous, wasn't her business. And no matter how forced their interaction was, the blonde appreciated the effort.
>“But seriously, what’s a pretty little thing like yourself doing all the way out here? I’ll keep your secret.”
Well, that just changed everything. Clearly this girl had good taste. Yes, Charlotte knew she was attractive, but she always enjoyed when people affirmed it for her. And that made this Magnum girl somewhat alright in her book. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to tell her the truth. After all, it's not like she could run and tell the nearest person; they were miles from civilization. Even if the girl did, the mutant could deny it until she was blue in the face. Standing up, the blonde stretched her arms and cracked her neck. "Here, hold this." she commanded, handing her lit cigarette to the other woman.
Closing the distance between her and the lake, Charlotte stood, both arms extended in front of her, palms facing down. Allowing her eyes to shut, she took a deep breath and waited. The water's surface in front of her began to ripple, and then violently thrash, spraying her and the girl behind her in a light mist. The blonde balled her hands into fists, and two pillars of water erupted from the lake. Each pillar was roughly a foot wide, nothing too stressful for her to make, but large enough that it should impress Magnum. The pillars began to intertwine, creating a double helix, as they moved toward the center of the lake, their rotation increasing until they churned the water around them.
The blonde let her arms drop, and she turned around to face Magnum as the pillars behind her imploded, scattering water droplets across the vicinity. Charlotte offered a smile and an exaggerated bow, and resumed her spot next to the female. "That's why I'm here." she said with a sigh. "I need practice."
>“Well the gun is empty now, if that’s what you’re concerned about."
The blonde offered what could only be described as a pained smile as she took the last puff of her cigarette and flicked it behind her. "Oh, I'm not concerned." she lied, taking the few steps back to where she sat her belongings. Of course she was worried; just because the girl said the clip was empty didn't mean she was being truthful, but Charlotte couldn't let her know that. It was all about appearances and how tough one could be in this day and age.
> ”It would be a lot easier to practice my aim if NYC allowed shooting ranges inside the city, but they don’t.”
"Maybe you could talk to the mayor or something. I'm sure he doesn't appreciate you shooting that poor tree." she snorted, digging a water bottle out of her bag. In the few minutes she had been here, the humidity levels had exploded. It was almost tangible, and she could only imagine what it was going to do to her hair. Again, it all had to do with appearances. Especially when it came to females. The woman was decently attractive, and Charlotte scolded herself for not putting on more makeup before she left.
Crossing her arms across her chest, the water bottle resting in her lap, the blonde drummed her fingers against her arms, staring blankly at the stranger. She hadn't planned on running into anyone, and as such, didn't have much to say. She wanted to walk out onto the lake, and have target practice of her own, not chit-chat with someone who clearly had an attitude. But it seemed like her new acquaintance wasn't going anywhere, and at the very least she could be cordial towards her.
Begrudgingly, she held out a manicured hand. "I'm Charlotte."
"Great." the blonde thought to herself, returning the halfhearted wave. Charlotte was hoping the two females could stay on their respective sides of the lake, but of course her luck wasn't that great, and the tanned stranger was closing the distance between them. Stamping out the previous cigarette with the heel of her shoe, she retrieved another one and lit it, taking a deep puff, allowing the nicotine to calm her nerves.
> “Hey, you look lost. What are you doing out here?”
Why did she care? She didn't own the lake. "I'm just.." The blonde paused, and took a few steps towards the lake. "I'm just a mutant, here to practice my power and walk on this water." Charlotte thought to herself. The world didn't work that way. Lazily waving her hand at the water, which caused a ripple to break the surface, she continued, "I'm just here for some relaxation."
"And I could ask you the same," she said with a smile, inhaling another cloud of menthol-y goodness, and motioned to the holster gun. "but I assume you're taking out some frustration on that poor tree."
Why people found pleasure in shooting inanimate objects, she would never know. Sure, it helped with anger, but if she were to own a gun, she would probably want to inflict pain... Which is probably why she didn't own one. That, and weapons honestly scared the crap out of her. She's heard so many horror stories about guns misfiring and people losing hands, feet, and other..delicate body parts. She was tempted to warn the girl of gun dangers, but decided against it. It wasn't her responsibility.
It surprised Charlotte how quickly the young boy was warming up to her. The leg contact brought a smile to her face, but her happiness quickly dissipated as he talked about his family. No child that young should have to experience such a tremendous loss like their family, much less moving countries to find a new one. Hopefully she could enough of a family for him. Or at least part of one.
"Well, I hope Mr. Jaager can adopt you soon. You're a great kid." she commented, nudging her leg against his. Not like she had any say in it, but the blonde did want to meet this man before he adopted Panu. This kid deserved the best, and she wanted to see to it that he got it. And he was trying to help her find a job, which was a plus. Working at the bar was great, but it only brought it so much money. Being secretary in a larger-scale company would definitely rake in some decent cash.
"I've never been someone's secretary before, but I'm sure it can't be too hard." Scheduling appointments, answering phone calls, typing on a computer, and wearing cute pencil skirts. Shouldn't be too difficult, right? Although, she highly doubted the blonde boy would have many appointments to schedule, other than lunch/dinner and maybe nap time, and the occasional ice-cream play date. 8 year olds took naps.. right?
Speaking of ice-cream, it dawned on Charlotte how hungry she was, and as if on cue her stomach let our a small but substantial growl. Slinging her purse over her shoulder, she stood up and stretched her legs before offering an open hand to the boy. "Wanna go get some ice-cream?"
It was the second time in a matter of weeks that Charlotte found herself trudging through the forest, swatting away bugs and combating the humidity. Already she had downed three bottles of water, two more remained in her bag for the journey back to civilization. There were many downfalls to her mutation, and dehydrating easily was at the top of the list. Another negative was she had to claw her way through a jungle to find a remote body of water, one where she could practice in peace.
A cigarette hung between her lips, a trail of smoke lingered lazily behind her, almost blending in with the impending clouds of doom that loomed overhead. She hoped the storm could contain itself for a little longer, at least until she reached coverage by the lake. Rain was the last thing she needed.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
Gunshots rang out in quick succession, sending her pulse racing and a flock of birds scattering into the sky. Scratch that, an encounter with a gunman was the last thing she needed, and it sounded awfully close. The blonde did not do well with weapons, and if anything, the lake would offer her some protection. Quickening her pace, she hopped over a few fallen trees and broke through a bush, her bright blue eyes landing on the body of water she so desperately needed.
"Oh thank god.. damn it." Charlotte spat quietly. Her destination had been reached, but so had the danger she hoped to avoid. Across the lake, a young woman stood, gun on her hip, staring proudly at a tree which was assumed to be her target. The mutant held her breath and watched the stranger.
She was taller than the marksman, by a good several inches, but the other female seemed feisty. And she had a gun. But Charlotte had an entire lake, which could just as easily cause the same amount of damage, if not more, than a firearm.
Clearing her throat, the blonde walked to a nearby rock and set her purse down gently, and began tying her hair back into a high ponytail, her eyes still set on the young woman.
Another poke, another orb formed. This one, which she assumed would be Venus, was roughly the size of a marble and rotated much slower than the first. If they were building a model of the planets, it had to be accurate, yeah?
While the young boy continued to build his aqueous solar system, Charlotte felt the faintest pinch at the base of her neck. As more and more orbs formed, she could feel her concentration faltering. It was hard keeping up with many different sources, no matter how small they may be.
Luckily, the subject shifted and allowed her a moment to breathe. "It's nice to meet you, Panu." A light flick of her wrist sent the water orbs slithering back into the bottle, which she sat on the bench next to them. "What brought you to America?" she queried, lifting her gaze to scan the surrounding area. Surely the blonde boy didn't come to the country on his own. In fact, it stuck her as strange that no adult figure had come looking for him.
"I've got a big brother, but he's.. far away from here." she murmured, a few tears blurring the corners of her vision . Her brother left several years prior, and hadn't been in contact since. She had a younger sister, too, but growing up they saw each other as rivals and their last interaction ended in a screaming match. She hadn't talked to any of her family members in months.
>"But if you do not, you can join mine. Mr. Jaager is very nice, he will give you job in family. I am Technical Expert and Dog Walker."
A quiet cough cleared her throat and shook the sadness away. "Well, Mister Expert Dog Walker," she began, giving him an exaggerated salute. Who knew she was among a young man of such great importance? "I'm sure you make Mr. Jaager proud. Is he your dad?"
The more she learned about the Finnish boy, the more intrigued Charlotte was. And what job could this Jaager character have for her? Babysitter extraordinaire?
Ah, Finland, land of saunas, coffee, and shy people. That was the extent of her knowledge of the country. It would explain why the young boy was as reserved as he was. A cousin of hers moved to Finland awhile ago, and essentially disappeared from the face of the Earth. Last time she heard from him, he had started a heavy metal band and was surprisingly popular. To each there own. "Most countries are better than here." she affirmed. Why her parents moved here still baffled her.
Charlotte watched as he positioned his phone closer, the camera still open. Maybe he was sentimental, and liked to keep a record of everything. She would probably record this herself, if this was the first time she had seen it.
> "May I touch?"
Before she could offer a response, the blonde boy's arm was already extended, finger poised to pop the sphere of water. "Go for it." The blonde tilted her palm, allowing the orb to inch closer to the boy. If and when he did touch it, he would feel a faint pulsing at the center of the orb, almost like a heartbeat. That was Charlotte's energy, animating the water and keeping it together. And when he removed his finger, it would be damp, but only for a moment. The water would slide off his skin, forming a much smaller ball that rotated lazily around the parent orb.
>"I like you. You should come be my sister."
At this, the blonde let out a hearty laugh, and the water shook with her. Here they were, not even knowing each other for an hour, and he wanted to be her brother. It was a sweet gesture, and based on his swinging legs he must have been excited. It reminded her of a dog wagging it's tail. "I think you'll make a good little brother." she declared, offering him a wink and a smile. "I'm Charlotte, by the way." Names were important if they were to be related.
Glancing down at her phone, Charlotte let out a sigh as her signal bars quickly disappeared. Why she thought she would get service in the middle of the woods, she didn't know. But her chances of finding Betty grew slimmer as time passed. Slipping the phone into her purse, she turned her attention back to Richard. "Well, I'm glad I'm not the only one with unpredictable friends." she responded, letting out a small laugh. "And she's probably fine. She's one crazy lady, so I'm sure she can handle herself."
>"It is beautiful isn't it, it strikes me every time."
"It really is." she nodded. "I almost forgot how many stars there were. I'm lucky if I see two or three from my apartment." These were the aspects about nature that the blonde did enjoy. It was so serene, being away from it all. Not having to worry about the hustle of city life, or waiting on people at work. She could just breathe for a moment, and that was nice.
>"Nonsense, Charlotte, here you are not exactly dressed for spending the night outdoors and you are worried about "putting me out"? Come."
Sticking her tongue out, she accepted the plate of food, and picked up a fork. "I'll have you know I brought plenty of warm clothes with me!" she exclaimed, jabbing a mushroom with her fork and popping it into her mouth. "I'm pretty smart for a blonde." she joked around a mouthful of pesto. "And I would love some coffee, if you have it. Or tea. Anything, really."
>"What do you do to get away or take your mind off things?"
Slicing the flank steak into strips, and then the strips into smaller chunks, it took a moment for Charlotte to find a response. She didn't get away very often. If she wasn't working, she was sleeping. That was the extent of her relaxation, apart from the occasional shopping spree. "I don't do much, honestly. My boss has had issues, so I've taken on more responsibility at work. I do enjoy swimming, whenever I get a moment."
Shifting her attention to the creek, she wondered how deep it was. Somewhere she read that natural water supposed to be rejuvenating for the body. It wouldn't take much effort on her part to divert the flow of water, or at least slow some of it enough for her to swim without getting swept away. She'd have to experiment later.
"It wasn't my idea!" the blonde exclaimed, seeing the confusion and hint of judgement on Richard's face. She knew how ridiculous it sounded. She wasn't proud of it. "I only came as a favor." Why she was defending herself, she wasn't sure.
>"Of course. Umm if you don't hear from your friend you are welcome to use the tent and sleeping bag. I have a spare bag in the car. Besides it is a nice night to sleep under the stars."
Breathing a sigh of relief, Charlotte rested two of her bags against a nearby tree, brought the smallest one with her, and took a seat on the stump opposite the man. Either her femininely charm was working or he was a serial killer. Hopefully it was the former. She wasn't ready to die. "Thank you, so much. Hopefully I hear from her. I don't want to put you out." she responded, rubbing her hands and holding them out to receive the fire's warmth. Directing her gaze upwards, the young woman was in awe. There were stars everywhere. Living in the city for so long had ruined her idea of what a nighttime sky should look like.
>"Have you eaten? I always cook too much and it should be done in a few minutes."
Food sounded amazing. She ate a light lunch before she began her adventure, but trekking through the forest had given her quite an appetite. Smiling sheepishly, she nodded. "I'll only take a little, though." Leaning back on her stump, she turned her gaze to her new companion.
There were many things Charlotte did not want to run into in the woods: a bear, a pack of wolves, giant spiders. However, an attractive man was definitely not one of them. Clearing her throat, she ran a hand down her purple camisole, smoothing the wrinkles and dusting the dirt from her khaki cutoffs.
"Hi..Richard. I'm Charlotte. I was supposed to go glamping-" You know how some words sound better in your head, or on paper, but once you say them you realize how utterly stupid they are? Yeah, glamping is one of those. The blonde could feel her face turn a subtle shade of red as she came to this realization. Clearing her throat, she continued. "I was supposed to go camping with my friend, but I think I'm lost.. or gave me wrong directions."
The sun had disappeared beyond the horizon, and the woods were coming alive with the hoots of owls, the quiet hum of bugs, and other indiscernible noises. Charlotte could only imagine what creatures lurked out there, and she shivered at the thought.
"I know it's an inconvenience, but would you mind if I stayed here for a bit? Just until I hear from my friend?" she queried, flashing an innocent smile towards the man. Surely he wouldn't just let her wander back into the forest alone..right?
"I will not be jerk. I will stay a gentleman. I am not American so I do not have to be like they are."
Charlotte couldn't help but laugh as the boy's statement. He spoke brazenly, and that was something she admired about kids. They were always so sure of everything they did. "I have no doubt you'll grow up to be the finest gentleman there is!" she smiled, nudging him lightly with her elbow. "Where exactly are you from?"
But just when she thought they were getting along, the blonde boy retreated into his hoodie, bringing his feet closer to his body. Oh no. No no no. Did she do something wrong? Maybe she shouldn't have nudged him. He probably thought she was a creeper, or like, a kidnapper.
"First you would be mutantti."
Oh. That could also explain his shyness. And why the helicopters behaved the way they did.
"Are you going to tell other people? The ones recording on phones?"
"Oh, God no." Charlotte shook her head and side-eyed the crowd in the distance. He was afraid. "In fact," she continued, retrieving a bottle of water from her purse, and unscrewed the lid. Holding one hand out, palm facing the sky, the blonde held the water bottle directly above it and flipped it upside down. Instead of the water rushing out all at once, it came out in a slow stream, intertwining itself with her fingers. Flexing them, the water collected itself into a ball, whose surface rippled every so often.
