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 could feel her eyes getting heavy, and fought to keep them open. Between the alcohol and car chase earlier, she was exhausted. "When did I get so tired.." she thought out loud. She could hear Ty's faint heartbeat with her head against his chest. It rhythmic, and almost like a lullaby.
"What now?" she asked, letting out a yawn shortly after. She stepped back and arched her back, stretching her muscles. She needed to do things to stay awake.
Charlotte shrugged at his question. "I have no idea." she responded, wrapping her arms back around him when he was close enough. "I'm really drunk. Thinking is hard." she mumbled, her index finger tracing the lines of the fish tattoo. She was content just sitting here with her skin against his.
Food sounded good, but she didn't feel like putting her shirt back on. She closed her eyes and kissed his neck lightly. "This is nice." she exhaled. She squeezed her arms around him for a split-second, and then loosened it. She was trying to keep him as warm as possible.
Charlotte smirked, and kissed the pink hummingbird on his collarbone. "I'll give you my number, don't worry." she said, breaking their embrace. She torn the napkin that had his number on it in half and scribbled down hers. She turned to face him. "And yes, I'd say it was pretty good revenge."
With a smile, she pulled slightly at the elastic band on his boxers and placed the napkin with her number on it against his skin, releasing the band and letting it slap against his skin. "There, now you have my number."
Charlotte drank more of her beer to keep herself from biting her lip. She spied the ink on his skin, and resisted the urge to run her fingers over them. She loved tattoos. She also loved bubbles, which is why she giggled when she saw the redhead's boxers.
"You get cuter by the minute." she called after him as he exited the building. Her gaze turned to the clock to time him, and she would occasionally see him job past out of the corner of her eye. After about four minutes, he came back in, looking rather exhausted.
The blonde walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him, running her hands up and down his back. "You're so cold." she muttered, placing a kiss on Ty's shoulder. "I'm sorry."
Charlotte closed the distance between her and Ty and began drawing small circles with her finger on his shirt. "I dare you to run around outside in your underwear. For 3 minutes." She couldn't be sure, but she was almost positive that the redhead's face was going to explode from how much blushing he'd been doing.
She took a sip of her beer and sat on a bar stool near him, tugging lightly at his shirt. "Well, go on!"
Her..shirt? Had he really just dared her to do that? Were they in high school again? She had to give him props, he got straight to the point. She was really hot, and it would probably feel better with less clothing on. At least, that's how she would justify it.
With a nod and a wink, her hands gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. She set it on the counter and turned her gaze to him. There she stood, in her cut off shorts and a black, lacy bra that hooked in the front. She silently praised herself for putting on a bra before she reunited with the redhead.
"Well," she began, placing her hands on her hips. "Here ya go. Truth," she gave a quick shimmy, hoping to make him blush. "Or dare."
"Mayonnaise is the best on BLTs." she informed, nodding her head. A BLT would be perfect right now. But she was too drunk to even think about going somewhere.
She searched for a piece of paper as he said his number, and she scribbled it down on a nearby napkin. She would just have to remember to bring it with her. His question made her smirk. "I dunno." Charlotte mused, winking at him. "You may have to work a little harder." She gave him a quick peck and pulled away, her face hovering inches from his.
"And dare." she whispered, before he even had the chance to propose he choices. She leaned back and took a swig of her beer, awaiting her fate.
"Pfffft. You're crazy. Mayonnaise is great." she retorted, popping open her beer. How could someone not like mayonnaise? It was great on sandwiches, a little dab on burgers was always nice. He was crazy.
But his choice caught her off-guard. She sipped her beer and hope she'd find a dare somewhere in the bottle. And then it hit her. "I dare you to give me your phone number." she declared, her cheeks abruptly turning red. It was cheesy, but it was a dare! And she had been wanting to get his phone numbers since they met.
She glanced down nervously at her beer and waited her answer. What if he didn't want to give her his number? Maybe she was just too drunk and thought something was there when it wasn't.
Charlotte returned the kiss, the faint ketchup and bourbon flavors in his mouth mixing. It reminded her of barbecue, in a weird sort of way. "I actually hate ketchup. It's almost as bad as mustard." she murmured, a look of disgust forming on her face.
Another kiss she returned. So many kisses in such a short period of time. She could get used to this. The blonde scoffed at the question. She expected something along those lines. "Well, considering this is about as unconventional as it gets to me meeting someone, I'd say you're special." She flashed a smile. It was true. As far back as she could remember, nothing topped how she and Ty met.
"Your turn. Truth or dare?" She had gotten another beer, but instead of opening it right away, she held it against the nape of her neck. She was suddenly feeling very warm.
Charlotte watched with an amused grin as Ty swallowed the ketchup. His face was priceless, and she wished she had recorded it or something. She felt a pang of guilt for making him do it, but it was quickly dismissed once she remembered he made her lick a window. A window!
After he set the jar down and let out a loud, extremely disgusting sounding burp, she gave him a light peck on the lips. "Mm, I love ketchup." she teased, ruffling the redhead's hair.
The blonde ran her tongue across her lips, pondering his question. "Let's go with truth this time." she decided. She closed her eyes and sipped the last of her beer, waiting for whatever question he was going to throw her way.
"Oh thank god!" she sighed, her leg finally free of their entrapment. It felt like an eternity, and for a split second she wondered if she'd ever be able to walk again. Okay, she was exaggerating, but still! Charlotte made a face at her date, somewhere between a frown and sticking your tongue out. "I don't send pictures." she retorted, leaning forward slightly. "You could always stay with me that week and make sure I do it. And if I don't you could, ya know, make sure I stay in line." she finished, rubbing her leg against his. That's exactly what had gotten her in trouble last time, but it complimented what she said very well.
His reaction to her flick was priceless, and the blonde let out a full-bellied laugh, tossing her head back and all. It was exactly what she wanted, and he still looked cute doing it. "I couldn't help it." she giggled, flashing Johnny an apologetic smile. She didn't think she it him that hard. It was meant to be playful, not painful.
And then he did some sort of pose. What was that? Was he trying to be Barry Manilow or something? Sure, that would probably work on her grandmother, but definitely not her. But she couldn't insult him, could she? He was trying so hard, so she would play along. For the most part. She batted her eyes innocently, recreating the act of swooning as best she could. Her next sentence, however, but anything but innocent. "I don't slap people, Johnny," she cooed, mimicking his position. "Unless I'm in bed, of course." she added with a wink.
And then something happen. It was just a glimpse, but Charlotte saw something falter in her date, and she was curious. But that was a conversation to have on a completely different day. Maybe there was more to Johnny than she had originally thought.
"I would love to come see you dance, actually." she said before sipping her tea. It was starting to water down a little and was becoming more tolerable. "It'd give me something to laugh at." she teased, flashing another smile. She was sure he was a great dancer. She could practically picture him on the dance floor, his skin slightly sweaty as he twisted his body to the music. Oh yes, she'd be going. But she definitely wouldn't be laughing.
"If you wanted, and this is just a suggestion. Feel free to say no." she offered, hoping that he'd be more inclined to after she gave him leeway. "But you could stay at my couch, and then tomorrow we could go to the park or something. Make a day of it. Then I could come see you dance, and after that. Well." her voice trailed off, letting Johnny finish that in his head however which way he liked. "And there wouldn't any water." she added, mostly under her breath.
"A very demented and torturous game," she sneered, blowing a stream of smoke his way. She didn't actually hate him. Something about him was somewhat childish and carefree, and she liked that. However cute he was, Charlotte was still going to exact her revenge.
She walked around the bar and began rummaging through the cabinets. With a light laugh, she placed a bottle filled with a red substance on the bar-top. The tiny label on it read 'Ketchup'. She nudged the bottle towards Ty and gave him a wink. "I dare you to take a nice big swig of this."
Charlotte grimaced. The dare wasn't that bad- she had cleaned the windows just the other day- but it was still pretty disgusting. Reluctantly, she ambled over to the nearest window. "I hate you." she muttered, throwing a glance over her shoulder at the redhead as she let her face hover a few inches from the glass. With closed eyes and a deep breath, she placed her tongue on the window and licked down. She pulled back and spat, looking at the faint two-inch mark The window tasted like Windex and.. well, that was pretty much it.
She rushed to her beer and chugged the rest of it. She'd prefer the taste of alcohol to the chemical taste lingering in her mouth any day. She shook her head and lit a cigarette. "Truth or dare?" she asked, expelling a small stream of smoke.
"And choose wisely." she warned, a smirk forming. It was game on.
Charlotte returned the kisses, once again enjoying the faint bourbon flavor that his lips left behind. She chuckled at his question, sudden flashbacks to high school. Her brow furrowed as she contemplated her answer. She knew this game all too well. Truth, and she'd probably have to share some deep dark secret. Dare, and she'd be forced to do some ridiculous or embarrassing act.
The blonde broke their embrace and took a swig of his bourbon. She was going to need some liquid courage. Wiping her mouth with her hand, she turned her gaze to him. "Dare."
Charlotte couldn't help but laugh as she watched Ty take a few wobbly steps. Maybe they shouldn't go out? Accepting his hand, she slid off her chair and took a few test steps. She began veering to the side, and tightened her grip on his hand.
"Oh boy." she muttered, letting out a small laugh. She teetered forward, placing a small kiss on the redhead's lips. "I don't know if I can walk to the store." she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. Boys smelled nice. Ty smelled extra nice. This whole day had been nice.
Nuzzling into his neck, the blonde wrapped her arms around him, mostly for stability. "We could always just stay here and keep kissing."
