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.
Charlotte's lipped pursed as the redhead ordered his dessert. Pie was good, but it didn't quite satiate the craving she had. Her eyes wondered over to the counter, decorated with countless sweets: sugar cookies, key lime pie, cobblers, blondies. And then there it was. The last slice of a two-tiered chocolate cake, covered in vanilla buttercream and sprinkled with almonds.
"I'll take the chocolate cake, please." the blonde murmured, her eyes finding their way back to the waitress. "With a scoop of vanilla ice-cream."
"I'm going to have to swim ten-thousand laps to work all this off." she laughed, tossing another balled up napkin at Ty.
As she chewed the last bite of her burger, Charlotte chased it with the rest of her drink, an irritating suction noise filling the restaurant as she maneuvered her straw to get every drop at the bottom of her glass.
"Dessert sounds wonderful." she stated, raising a hand to wave at their waitress. The old woman nodded and held up a finger, signaling to give her a minute. "I wonder why they keep her around." she murmured as she turned her gaze back to her date. "I can't see her being very beneficial."
Exhaling, the blonde leaned back in the booth, a hand resting on her stomach. She was full, but no meal was complete without dessert. Even if she had to force it down.
"I'm gonna buy you a chihuahua for your birthday." Charlotte teased, smiling as she ate another french fry. She hadn't realized just how starving she was until there was food in front of her. The burger was almost gone, and her mound of fries was slowly dwindling. As hungry as she way, she may need to order dessert.
The blonde glanced up at her date and -- thwap. Something hit her forward. Frowning, she watched as the small piece of straw paper fluttered to the ground. The nerve!
"You better watch yourself, mister. I know where I can get a bunch of dogs, so you'd better be careful." she warned, jabbing a manicured finger through the air in the redhead's direction. Of course, she wouldn't actually do anything to hurt Ty. But he didn't need to know that.
In the food industry, it's not unusual to have a customer with an annoying habit. It's up to the waiters and waitresses to accompany said habits and provide the best experience they can for their customers. Some people talk with their mouth full, others like to shout across the bar, and the rest like to leave a penny for a tip.
Mystery man, however, fell into his own category. He was a quiet talker, and a smooth one at that. With all the noise the rest of the bar produced, his sentence was practically inaudible. Charlotte shifted more of her weight forward, her head hanging low in an attempt to catch some word or phrase that this man was saying.
"Full-bodied and light?" the blonde echoed, her lips pursing as she ran through a mental list of the alcohol the bar carried. Did he want beer or wine? Red or white? Cheap or expensive? "Well," she began, seating herself on the opposite side of the booth, her legs brushing his lightly. He thought she was charming, and she'd show him just how charming she could be. And besides, she thought better sitting down.
"If you want a beer, we just got an order of Good Juju. It's gingery and has an herby aftertaste, if that's what you're into." Charlotte shot a glance sideways, looking for any of her coworkers, none of which she could see. Her gaze found its way back to the man, and she lowered her voice to almost a whisper. "Personally, I think it tastes like dirt."
Flashing a smile and offering a wink, the watermancer began drumming her fingers on the table, her manicured nails creating a quiet yet melodic sound. What else would he like? A good ten or fifteen seconds had passed before the blonde spoke again, her accent stronger than normal. "We have a Chateau de Bonhoste. It's a Bordeaux Blanc. Fruity, but the finish is a little acidic."
Charlotte hoped he would pick one of the options she offered, because otherwise she had nothing left to suggest. She was more of a liquor person herself, and her knowledge of alcohol outside of that was limited.
Opening the notepad, the waitress grabbed her pen and twirled it between her fingers, signaling that she was ready to take his order should he have a decision made.
Charlotte's shoulders began to shake slightly as she tossed her head back, emitting a loud laugh. The thought of a grown man being attacked by two adorable breeds of dogs. A minute or so passed and the blonde sighed, her face flushed and chest heaving as she caught her breath.
"I'm sorry, but that. That is hilarious." Taking a bite of her burger, the mutant flashed the redhead a smile. Well, if you could call a mouthful of food and a face covered in jalapeño BBQ sauce a smile. She was starving, and that meant Charlotte didn't care how she looked or what people thought of her. That food was going to be devoured in the blink of an eye.
"I still think you should have been able to take on a full-grown poodle." she murmured, a smirk on her face as she cleaned off the sauce, tossing her balled up napkin at Ty.
Plenty of lavish bars were sprinkled throughout the city of New York. Dudley's was not one of them. It was the kind of place businessmen would bring their mistresses to avoid being caught, or where a girl could work to avoid being accused of a mutant.
The latter was true for Charlotte. When she first came to the city, she had no income, no apartment, nothing. It was by some act of God that she found Dudley's, whose windows were plastered with "Now Hiring!" signs. The alcohol was great, and the watermancer got to work with other attractive women. What more could one want?
Two years later, and the blonde was still employed there. It wasn't a high paying job, not by any means, but it paid the bills. And fueled her shoe obsession. There was nothing Charlotte loved more than a new pair of Louboutins. Except for an attractive man. Like the one who wondered into her bar and nonchalantly took a seat in the back, his gaze shifting from person to person.
Even from across the room, he had a mysterious air about him, and it piqued her interest. So much so that she bypassed her other tables and headed straight for his, weaving her way through the tables and chairs that separated her from mystery man.
"Alexis, take care of table twelve." she called over her shoulder to the brunette with the pixie cut behind the bar. She was new, and the mutant was supposed to take her on as her understudy. But she had bigger fish to fry, and the girl would never learn if she was coddled.
The waitress ran her fingers through her hair, smoothing any fly-aways and giving it some volume. Looks were everything in this industry, and Charlotte especially prided herself on hers. Sure, she was shallow and superficial, but that's what New York City was all about... Right?
Stopping a few feet shy of the booth, Charlotte flashed a smile and retrieved her notepad, placing the small black book on the table, her hands lightly gripping the ends of the table. "Hey there handsome." the blonde cooed, shifting her weight forward so she stood slightly bent over the booth, giving the man a perfect vantage point to see her chest. A little cleavage now and then never hurt anyone.
"Hm." was all Charlotte could think to say. It sounded nice enough, and being surrounded by mutants all the time? It'd be refreshing. "You're always welcome to spend the night at my place. You know, if you ever need to.." she added, flashing a sheepish smile.
As her date talked about his..odd dislike for poodles, their grandmotherly waitress brought them their orders. The blonde could smell the sweet and spicy BBQ sauce, and she could feel her mouth watering. Picking up a french fry, she popped it in her mouth and glanced up at Ty.
"How could anyone hate poodles? They're cute." she retorted matter-of-factly. She picked up another fry, but this time dipped it in the small pool of BBQ sauce forming on her place.
Charlotte could almost feel herself blush, and she turned her gaze to the tabletop until she felt the heat leave her face. "Well aren't you sweet.." she murmured, taking a long sip of her water.
She hadn't had much of an idea as to what she was expecting to learn. It was the first subject that came to her. "Hmm." The blonde pursed her lips and thought for a moment. "You said you live at Sanctuary, right?" She hoped she remembered correctly. Either that, or she imagined that sometime when they were drinking.
"What's that like?" she added, swallowing another sip of water. She didn't know much about Sanctuary. Heck, she wasn't even sure if she knew where it was.
Charlotte watched as Ty's gaze set on his drink. He seemed deep in thought. Pursing her lips, the blonde took a sip from her water, giving the redhead some time to sort out his thoughts.When he addressed her, she smiled, rolling her eyes shortly after.
"Well whoever your date is, she's a lucky girl." she smirked, setting her glass on the table as their waitress hobbled over to them. With a toothless smile, the old woman took their orders and left to put them in. Turning her attention back to Ty, Charlotte propped her chin up in the palm of her hand.
"Is that so? I love a guy who can cook." Charlotte responded, flashing a smile. Something about a man in the kitchen makes her go crazy. Then again, basically everything about a man drove her crazy.
"Of course." she echoed, returning his wink with one of her own. She pictured a younger Ty, one who was just getting into the swing of things, wandering across rooftops and pickpocketing. Oddly enough, it was kind of cute. She gazed at her menu, her eyes settling on the Spicy BBQ Bacon Cheeseburger. A juicy angus patty smothered in jalapeño BBQ sauce and topped with American cheese and applewood bacon? Oh yes. That is just what she needed to fulfill her appetite.
Closing her menus, Charlotte shot her date a smirk. "Are you sure? I think she's pretty hot." The blonde turned to the side to watch their waitress hobble back to the kitchen, using the chairs as crutches as she passed them. "She seems like a catch to me."
Charlotte leaned into Ty, his arm around her a nice feeling. "It could be two miles. I'd walk that far for a good burger." she responded, nodding her head lightly for affirmation. She rubbed her arm with her hand, dying to warm up her cool skin. When had the weather gotten so cold?
The blonde gazed at the restaurant's sign, her lips pursing. "I've never been here." she stated, glancing over at the redhead. She closed the distance between her and the door, holding it open to follow him in. They picked a booth in the back corner, where they could have some privacy. Charlotte ordered a water and a diet coke when their waitress tended to them, an elderly woman of about 70. Her face drooped and was heavily caked in makeup, the powder on her skin two shades too light. The mutant vowed to never allow herself to look like that when she got older.
"When did this place get here?" she queried, looking up at Ty before scanning the menu in front of her.
Cops and Robbers? Charlotte liked that game very much. And she liked even more that her date was having similar symptoms to her own. Her appetite for dessert was growing, and she knew she needed to satiate it as soon as possible. What she didn't know, however, was who in the heck was Jesse James? She'd have to do some research later.
"Hopefully you're not too quick on the draw." she said, a devious smirk on her face as she linked her arm with his and led them out the door. The blonde's other hand dug in her purse for her cigarettes. She placed one between her lips and offered another to to Johnny. "They taste like peppermint." she mumbled around her cigarette as she lit it. Her eyes closed for a second as she felt the smoke fill her mouth. "I love a cigarette after dinner." she stated, opening her eyes to watch the stream of smoke float away.
Charlotte lightly squeezed on his arm, pulling herself closer to his body. "Well, thank the lord, I guess." She wasn't much of a religious person. Sure, her mom made her go to church every Sunday, but she never really paid attention.
"And I already planned on paying for the next date. Maybe if you're lucky, you can pay for the one after that." she added, nudging him lightly in the side with her elbow. She knew she had the upper hand, and the blonde was loving it. If only she could hear what he was thinking; she was almost positive it had thrown him for a loop. Smiling to herself, she took a celebratory puff of her cigarette, blowing the smoke at a diagonal so Johnny would be forced to walked through it.
They still had a little ways to go, and Charlotte wasn't sure what to talk about. Sure, she had plenty of thoughts going through her head. But none were very...appropriate to be conversing about on the streets. And she was a lady!
They stopped at a corner, a small group of cars driving down the street. The blonde took this moment to lean over, her lips brushing lightly against the skin on Johnny's neck. She pulled back, a smile on her face as she led her and her dessert-- date! Her date across the street.
Charlotte smirked at his question. Bad behavior wasn't always a horrible thing. In fact, it could be downright wonderful. And she had plenty of ways to.. punish someone, if they decided to misbehave. "You'll have to wait and see. Even bad boys get surprises." the blonde mused, her light blue eyes locking onto his icy ones.
She held her gaze for a good five seconds, but her concentration was broken by Johnny catching the ice cube. She watched him. He was taunting her, and it was working. She took a deep breath, the corners of her mouth turning up into a smile. It was taking every ounce of energy in her body to restrain herself from jumping across the table. She couldn't cave. Not yet.
The watermancer spared an eyebrow to raise as her date's comment of restraints. Now they were talking. "I agree completely." she responded, the tips of her fingers making circles on the table. "In fact, if I remember correctly, I'm pretty sure I have one or two pairs of handcuffs in my room. But I might be mistaken.." she added, her voice trailing off. She knew exactly where they were. In the second drawer of her nightstand under a pair of gym shorts. And they would definitely be used in the near future.
"Oh you're such a sweetheart." she retorted, rolling her eyes at him. She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself! "How was I so lucky to have you come into my life?" Charlotte added, batting her eyes as she ran her leg against his one last time.
She gave a nod and a smile to the waitress, and watched as she walked off. She already had it in her mind that she was going to pay for the meal. Not just her end, but the whole meal. Sure, the tips she made that night were going to go towards a pair of new heels, but she'd get so much more satisfaction knowing that she didn't let Johnny pay for dinner. So when the waitress waltzed back to their table, the blonde dug into her pocket for the small wad of cash she had. Pulling out two twenties, she handed it to Carla before the redhead even had a chance to place it on the table. "Keep the change. And the food was amazing." Charlotte said with a smile.
She leaned back in her chair, flashing Johnny a cocky grin as she collected her purse and stood up, a hand smoothing over the wrinkles that had formed since she sat. "Shall we?" She was more than eager to get to the dessert portion of the meal. And she hoped it was going to last a lot longer than their dinner had.
Charlotte stood in the hallway, her lips pursed as she ran through a mental list of the restaurants she knew. She could give the name of any restaurant for Mexican food, Italian food, all of that. But none for a good burger. Shaking her head, she looked over her shoulder at Ty as she headed down the stairs. "Hopefully you know a place, 'cause I sure don't."
The blonde walked outside, shielding her eyes from the setting sun. Real light was a lot harsher than her lamps. She stood and waited by the door for Ty, her stomach letting out another low rumble. If they didn't find burgers soon, Charlotte may have to settle for some greasy fast food.
