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 blonde bit her lip in excitement. She nodded her head and glanced over her should. "I can watch for cops." she assured, fidgeting for another cigarette. All the excitement made her crave nicotine. "And I'm not pretty.." Charlotte mumbled into the cigarette, lighting it before the wind picked up even more. She took a drag and enjoyed the buzz. The buzz of the nicotine, the buzz of stealing a car, the cute boy, all of it. She felt like she was going to explode.
She held onto her seat, her nails digging in the leather. She was almost bouncing in her seat out of pure excitement.
Charlotte shot him an incredulous look? "Were you actually? Nuh-uh!" she practically squealed. But, he seemed on innocent. Yes he hot wired a car, but so what? Lots of people do that...right? A miniature war had formed in her mind; part of her wanted to get out, but the other wanted to stay.
"You tell me, hotshot. You're the one that's trouble, remember?" she teased, lightly jabbing a finger at his arms. Shouldn't poke too much, he might lose control and crash or something. "As long as nothing ends up on my record, I'm fine with it." she established. She was still technically in trouble for what happened back in Connecticut, but she knew no one was looking around for her. Not yet, at least. The blond shook the thought from her mind, raised her hands above her head, letting out a sigh of relief.
"I did not say cute." she mumbled, looking away from him and decidedly crossed her arms with a 'huff'. She listened to Ty's small spiel, finding her head slowly nodding along in agreement. This kid, however old he was, sounded more mature than half of the adults she had met in this city.
Charlotte broke her fake pout and nudged him with his left elbow. "You've got it all figured out, kid. You should be put on posters." she joked, letting her head roll from side to side in an attempt to stretch the muscles. "Sooooo," she began, flashing a mischievous smile at the driver. "are we going to lolly-gag all day or are you going to show me some fun?" She had intended to stop the car-jacking when she hopped in the car; but the more they drove around, the more she yearned for trouble.
"You aren't weird. You seem pretty cute- I mean, normal. You look absolutely normal." she stammered, letting out a small laugh in order to cover her slip up. Charlotte had finally given up taming her hair, she she dropped her hands in defeat and let the wind ship through it.
"I'm kind of on my own, too." she said with a shrug. It's not like she actually fought or saved lives or anything. "Although, between you and me, some of those X-Men guys seem like real jerks. " she whispered, leaning in towards the red-head for emphasis. Why was it they were allowed to run around in suits -very tacky ones, at that- saving livings, but everyone looked down on the other mutants? They weren't special.
"There's a nice ice-cream shop down there, by the way." she offered, pointing to a street that flew past them in a blur. "In case you ever get a sweet tooth while you're doing your hobbies."
"Awhile is good," she smiled. "A nice medium of 'not long' and 'forever." She finished what was left of her drink and sat it on the table. "A few years," she responded, trying to ignore the 'pretty lady' comment. "Like, four. Yeah, sounds right.. I think. "she mumbled, looking up to the ceiling as she did mental math. Four years, wasted away serving booze and stale food to people didn't give a crap about her.
The blonde huffed and made her way around the bar, plopping onto a seat just a few down from Daniel. She rested her chin in her hand and held herself up with her elbow. "I know it's personal and all," she began, turning so she look at the doctor. "but what exactly happened that you can't go back? I'm curious." she flashed a smile for luck. Her looks had helped out plenty of times, she Charlotte hoped this was one of them.
Charlotte waved her hand back over the open bottle, watching as the water slowly trickled in, until it was full. She screwed back on the cap and put the bottle back in her purse, flashing him a smile. "Well considering you're a doctor, I hope you'd be able to stitch and stuff." she joked. She too was running out of things to talk about, but wasn't going to just let the conversation die.
"So.." her voice trailed off, her mind searching for a topic they could both talk about it. She resisted the urge to light another cigarette; she really did need to cut back. Her fingers drummed against the tabletop, a smile forming on her lips. "How long have you been a doctor?" She was seriously drowning
He thought she was attractive? No, he couldn't. It must be the alcohol. She shook her head and took one last puff from the cigarette, dropping it into the ashtray. She looked around for her purse."I wish," she mumbled, in reference to what he thought her mutation was. "I control water, actually." she corrected, locating her purse and setting it on the bar top. She pulled out her bottle of water and unscrewed the cap. She held out her hand, palm side down, and waved it over the opening of the bottle. "Come on, don't decide not to do anything now." she thought to herself. The last thing she needed was him thinking she was a phony.
The surface of the water began to ripple, before creeping up the inside of the bottle. It twisted and formed a small, steady stream that began to intertwine around her fingers. She moved her hand back and flipped it over. She gave a quick glance up to Daniel to see how he was reacting. "This is pretty much it. It just kind of does what I want it to." she stated, flexing her fingers. The stream began wrapping around it's self until it formed a sphere, about the size of a tennis ball.
"Can you do anything?" she questioned, watching the orb as it began to float from one of her hands to the other.
Charlotte did her best to suppress a gagging noise. She hated people who told her the risks of smoking. Of course she knew it was bad for her. That's why she did it. "All the best things are bad for you." she retorted, flicking her lighter with as much attitude as one could flick a lighter with. She blew a small stream of smoke to the side of her, doing her best to keep it out of his face.
"So, Doctor," she began, tipping the rest of the Blue Moon into his glass. "what are you going to do with all your free time?" She wanted to know what he had done, and she figured the best way for that to happen was get more alcohol in his system. "Even if you were a creep, you're handsome. So it kind of evens out." she added. Wait, had she said that out loud? She felt her face flush, and she quickly took another sip from her glass to hide the sudden reddening of her cheeks.
She puffed on her cigarette, and gazed around the bar. Her eyes settled on one of the TVs which she'd forgotten to turn off. Some anchor woman appeared on the screen and began her report of mutants and riots and other shenanigans. The blonde motioned with her head towards the screen. "It's crazy, isn't it?" she sighed, a frown forming on her lips. "It just doesn't make any sense. They make us look like monsters, but really all we want to do is fit in." She hadn't meant to say 'we' or 'us', but the alcohol was starting to get to her and she didn't really care if the man knew or not.
Charlotte shook her head in response to him reaching for his wallet. "It's on me. I already closed the register." she lied. She felt bad for the guy, and was going to do her best to cheer him up. She turned her back to him to make herself another drink, this time opting to put very little alcohol in her Long Island. She had to remain somewhat level-headed around customers.
"We've all done bad things, don't let it get you down." she assured, offering him a smile over her shoulder. She killed a boy when she was younger, how much worse could he have done? The blonde shuddered at the memory, the splashing of the water still vivid in her head. Downing half of her glass, she composed herself and turned back around.
How was working here? "Eh," she began, shrugging slightly. "It has its perks. I make pretty good tips, but I could do without some of the creeps that come in here." She took another sip of her drink. At this rate, she'd be better off making multiple glasses in advance. Or slowing down, but where was the fun in that? The blond sipped from her glass, setting it on the table and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"I'm Charlotte, by the way." she said, pointing to the small name tag that was pinned to her chest. The blonde picked up a cigarette and placed it between her lips. "You don't mind if I smoke, do you?" she asked, talking around the cigarette. "I know some people find it off-putting."
Charlotte nodded in agreement. They were have a good time, but she hoped nothing went awry. She could potentially cause a distraction if the cops closed in on them, but hopefully it wouldn't come to that,
"Those are your hobbies?" she laughed, giving a slight shake of her head. "All I like to do is shop, and swim. Since I can control water and all that good stuff." she added. If he could drop the fact that he was a mutant, then so could she. Although she was curious, how exactly did that work? Did he just choose what objects' history he could look at, or did it happen automatically? She glanced at the steering wheel and noticed the gloves that he more.
"Is that was those are for?" Charlotte queried, motioning towards them. "I'm sure you've seen some crazy things."
The blonde hadn't met many mutants in her life. She could probably count them all on one hand, not including her brother. "So," she paused, pursing her lips before she continued her sentence. "Are you a part of any of those groups? Like, the X-Men or the, uh..."she broke off, the name of the other faction slipping from her mind. "The other one, whatever it's called."
Yikes. Most people responded with 'fine' or 'good', but this guy just about flew off the handle. Charlotte held up her hands in defense. "I surrender!" she chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. She mulled over what kind of beer to give him. She pursed her lips for a second before reaching below the bar, pulling up a bottle of Blue Moon, tipping the contents into a glass.
"I personally like this kind, if I have to drink beer," she stated, picking up an orange segment and dropping it into the glass. "and it's great with oranges." She slid the glass his way and began drumming her fingers lightly on the bar top. She was going to regret this, but she took a deep breath and asked "So what exactly is going on in your life? Did you get fired or somethin'?"
Many people thought that bartenders were just supposed to stand there and look like eye candy, but believe it or not, a lot of people confided in them. Something about the fact that customers will never see them again makes it that much easier to confide in them.
It's only until Sunday, but I'll be in the middle of nowhere visiting family. I'll try to do some posting from my phone if I'm not being force-fed deer meat. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!
"Nice to meet you." Charlotte responded, turning her head away to hide the red color that flourished on her cheeks. She wasn't much for blushing, but something about the whole situation made her feel...vulnerable. At the mention of turning back, her heart almost sank. She was having fun! This was the most adrenaline rush she'd had in..forever.
She took her last puff of the cigarette and flicked it onto the street, shaking her head. "No no. We can keep driving," she countered. "I mean, we haven't been caught yet, so..." she let her voice trail off. Why ruin a good time?
"So do you do anything besides.." Charlotte waved her hand around for effect. "this?" She figured the more she talked, the less likely Ty would be to take the car back.
Charlotte took another drag from her cigarette, doing her best to avoid smiling at the boy. He was funny, but she hadn't quite wrapped her mind around the fact that she was now an accomplice.
"You guess is as good as mine." she mumbled, lifting her shoulders slightly into a shrug. "I just figured you wouldn't go through with it if a stranger was there." She paused to puff on her cigarette. "And I definitely wasn't expecting the owner to show up."
She looked up towards the sky, admiring the buildings and lack of clouds. What did one talk about with someone they had just met in a stolen car? "I'm Charlotte, by the way." She flashed a small smile at the redhead, before checking behind them for any police.
"If we get in trouble, I'm going to drown you." She let out a small laugh to let him know she was joking. But really, he would be in for a world of hurt if anything happened to them.
