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 tingling sensation that came with her leg falling asleep was gradually spreading up her thigh and starting to affect her other leg. She attempted shaking it free, and Charlotte let out a very pathetic sounding whimper once she felt him tighten his grip. "I'll do anything. I'll give you all the kisses you want, I'll wear nothing but lingerie for a week. Just please let me have my leg." she pleaded, desperation laced in her voice. The tingling sensation was becoming unbearable.
With a sigh, the blonde hung her head. Her concentration faltered, and the water goldfish imploded, small droplets of water being flung across the table. Grumpily, she tore off a chunk of the chicken, pairing it with a small piece of cornbread and popped it in her mouth. "It'd be much more enjoyable if I could feel my legs." she gibed around a mouthful of food. The food was delicious, but the leg trap was torture. And he knew it. This was hell, and Johnny was Satan.
After she swallowed and chased the food with a sip of tea, she shook her head. "I can't stand KFC. Too greasy." Granted, she found most food to be too greasy, but KFC was the worse. They might as well serve a small tub of lard to their customers. As much as he praised Ma's, she did find it a tad greasy. She made a mental note to swim some laps around a pool next time she had a free day.
"God forbid something happens to your pretty face." she mumbled, a smirk tugging at her lips. He was luring her in, and she was gladly allowing herself to follow. "What would it take to keep a scar from forming?" she pondered, an eyebrow eventually being arched. From what she knew of him so far, she was expecting another date or something more risque. She had given up on guessing at this point. The puppy eyes were a nice touch, but she was the queen of pouting. She stared at him, unfazed. "Nice try." the blonde scoffed, reaching over to lightly flick her date on the nose. He was going to have to try harder than that.
"Tomorrow?" she echoed, slipping another piece of the chicken into her mouth. The chewing gave her a minute or two to formulate an answer. She didn't want to seem too desperate or eager. "Well, I have the day off. But I was thinking about going for a swim. And maybe get some chores around the house done." She had absolutely no plans. It was her day off, and she had set aside a large amount of time to sleep and eat ice-cream. She threw in the swimming comment for her date's benefit; she knew he'd enjoy whatever visual he created. And besides, she didn't do chores. Hah!
Charlotte glanced up at him as she pulled the rest of her chicken off the bone, piling it between her last bits of cornbread. "Did you have something in mind?"
Charlotte returned his smile. "And if I were a thief, I wouldn't steal from you either." she reassured with a peck on his lips.
"We could always go buy cards?" she suggested. Getting drunk and wandering around town for a deck of cards sounded like an adventure in itself. At the mention of the game, the blonde's eyes widened and she broke out into a toothy grin. "I love strip poker. I'm the best at it." she stated matter-of-factly, her grin quickly turning smug. Another swig of beer, and now she was absolutely positive she could win!
Charlotte pushed out her bottom lip. "I hope you wouldn't steal anything from me. Otherwise I'd probably have to kick your butt." she elbowed him lightly, as sure as not to spill any of his bourbon. Alcohol was precious after all, and it would be abuse to waste any. With that, she sipped her beer, upset that the liquid had seemingly lost its taste. This always happened when she drank.
"I don't think we have any cards here.." she mumbled. What game was he planning to suggest? After all, many of them required cards. "Hm.. maybe truth or dare?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. It was childish, but it was a great game to play while drinking. Everyone's inhibitions seemed to be gone.
"Right? I hate those people that get really into it. Like, this is public, not an adult film. Please tone it down." she laughed, shaking her head in disgust. Some people were just plain rude.
Charlotte scrunched her nose and shook her head. "No, that's my thing!" She sipped her beer and watched as he swirled his bourbon. Watching the amber liquid move was almost mesmerizing. Whether it was because she was tipsy or not, she wasn't sure.
"Let's play a game!" she decided, a look of mischief appearing on her face. "You get to pick. Any game."
"Well duh!" she exclaimed. "If you're watching two people kiss, you should probably get help or something. That's just creepy." she added with a shake of her head.
The blonde reached over the bar for another beer, fumbling with the drawers until she managed to pull one out. Popping off the top, she glanced at him and winked. "But it's so much fun to tell you you're cute. And to-" she paused, giving him a light peck. "Kiss." another pause, another kiss. "You." One last kiss for emphasis. and she broke out in a smile.
"I kind of like it messy. It's cute." she stated, ruffling his hair with a smile. Cute boys with messy hair were Charlotte's weakness. And when there was alcohol in her system, that increased ten-fold.
A sigh of relief was breathed when he kissed her. She grazed her teeth along his bottom lip, pulling back with a smile on her face. "Have you ever seen the show, Cops? Some of those chases could have been longer." she argued. Maybe her and Ty's excursion would be on an episode in the future?
Charlotte pulled away and broke out into a smile. Her chest heaved rapidly with heavy panting. She forgot how much air one needed while kissing. Glancing at the tangled mess on Ty's head that was her doing, she frowned. "Sorry about that." murmured the blonde, letting out an apologetic laugh as she tried to smooth it with her hand.
"I dunno.The cop chase lasted a lot longer than that." she teased, taking a small sip of the bourbon. She shuddered. It had tasted much better when they were kissing.
A hand covered Charlotte's mouth to stifle a smile and a laugh as she watched the candle flicker and grow, showing some amount of excitement. If this was how it was reacting to the idea of strip poker, she was curious as to how Johnny was reacting. She scanned his face for any hints, but as she saw was him smile.
"Well, that sucks for you. Because I'm a pro at that game. I've only lost once." she announced, a smug look on her face. She used the term 'lost' loosely. No one lost in strip poker. Clothing, maybe, but that was about it. It was one of her favorite games, actually. She prided herself in being the last person to remove clothing.
When her date feigned innocence, she couldn't help but sigh.. "Nothing at all." she reassured with a shake of her head. She wasn't going to entertain that. "May I have my leg back, pleaseee?" she pleaded. Granted, she enjoyed her legs touching his, but she was starting to lose feeling and it was becoming most uncomfortable.
Somehow she knew that Johnny would like her proposal, and she gave her a mental pat on the back. "Hook, line, and sinker." she thought to herself. "You could always bring some back with us. I love a nice, juicy peach cobbler. We could always get some ice-cream and cherries, make some sort of sundae." She began chewing on the tip of her straw. She needed to talk about something else before she drove herself crazy.
Her eyebrow raised at the mention of their second date and lack of talking. She was prepared to ask what he had in mind, but was interrupted by Carla. Their redheaded waitress sat their dinners in front of them and took off to tend to another table. The smell of chicken fried crispy goodness filled her nose, which elicited a small groan from her mouth.
She picked up her fork and peeled back the crispy skin, stuffing a small piece of it in her mouth. Charlotte closed her eyes and munched happily, wiggling her shoulders with excitement after she swallowed. She was a happy girl. "This. Is. So. Goooood." she sang, her eyes fluttering open and focusing on her date. Fried chicken and an attractive man, what more could a girl want?
"Oh you poor thing. I'm sure a kiss would make that horrible cut feel much better. But, you've dealt with it all day. You can wait a little longer." she purred, breaking off a small piece of the cornbread and popping it into her mouth before smirking at her date. It was so crumbly and bursting with flavor, practically melting in her mouth. He did have good taste in restaurants, she would give him that.
Charlotte's gaze wandered down to Ty's empty glass, and a frown formed on her lips. For someone who didn't drink, he sure was drinking fast. She tipped the bourbon bottle and filled his glass more than halfway. She flashed him an innocent smile and sat the bottle down.
Inhaling the last puff of her cigarette, she flicked the butt into the ashtray. "Well, I'm glad I could give you this. And I enjoyed this afternoon quite a lot." she decided, quietly downing the rest of her beer. The blonde smiled as her her other shoulder became occupied by her the redhead's hand. She listened to him talk about forbidden fruit and adrenaline, and she could feel her heartbeat escalating.
Turning to look at him, she was surprised to find how close he was to her. "Those rushes are pretty..nice." she breathed. Before she realized it, her lips were colliding with his, the faint taste of bourbon filling her mouth. Her hands somehow found themselves tangled in his hair, pulling her even closer to the redhead.
"Awhhh, but that's the best part!" she faked a whine, sticking out her bottom lip at Daniel. "You're no fun." she mumbled as she sipped her coffee, glancing back at the television. He was adding bacon to the dish. Everything's better with bacon. That's a law of the universe. Suddenly Charlotte realized how hungry she was. She'd make a food run when they went to his apartment.
"Just because you move fast doesn't mean I'd let you in my bed, Dr. Daniel." she retorted, flashing a sly smile.
Charlotte giggled as she watched Ty's face flush. Her plan had worked! She took a victory sip from her beer. Well, more of a victory chug. It seemed she was almost out of beer already. How quickly it disappeared.
As he proposed his question, the blonde's brow furrowed as she thought about it. And she had to think hard, apparently, as it took her a few minutes to produce an answer.
"I'm not really sure. I mean, obviously carjacking isn't something you should do. But at the same time, I kind of thought it would be fun. Just to do once. And, I felt bad that the car ended up in the lake. And I also felt bad that the cops were following us. And then we had to walk all the way back and I feel bad about that, too." she rambled. Basically she felt bad about everything. She took a drag of cigarette and then flashed him a smile. "And yeah, you're pretty charming."
Charlotte nodded and took a drag of her cigarette. "I agree, it's a nice little date." she winked at him and sipped her beer, hoping to make him blush or something of the sort. "Well, what would you like to talk about then?" She was never good at finding topics to talk about. She usually let others lead and she would follow as best as she could.
She decided to be more personal, and walked around the bar to sit on a bar stool next to him. The hand that held the cigarette also propped up her chin, and she brushed her knee against his. Maybe that was a little too personal. But that's what happened when you drank, right?
The sun hung low in the sky, peeking out from behind ominous looking red clouds. The landscape progressively became stranger as Charlotte ventured deeper into the dreamlike Central Park. At least, that's what she thought it resembled. The trees became more twisted, stretching out over the path, creating a sort of dome with their branches. Sunbeams fought to peek through the branches, creating a spotted pattern of light on the floor below.
Strange noises came from unseen creatures, creatures the blonde was sure she didn't want to run into.With each step she took, she started to get a feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something was telling her that this wasn't a dream, it was actually happening. But she shook it off. "It's just a dream." she muttered to herself. If this was reality, she was in trouble, so she denied it altogether.
She reached a clearing, and what lay before her was a vast lake of some purple, glowing substance. A faint floral scent lingered in the air. Her olfactory senses were going crazy. Why did it smell so familiar? Then it dawned on her. She brought part of her cape to her nose and sniffed. It had the same saccharine-flower smell that was in the area. She assumed it was the lake emitting the smell, and approached it to investigate. What made her stop, however, was a figure off to her left. From her vantage point, she could make out the curves of a female, one who wore a blood-red outfit similar to her own, save for the cloak.
A lump formed in Charlotte's throat as she took a few steps towards the figure. She began wringing her hands as she stopped several feet from the girl. She didn't want to startle her. "Ex..excuse me?" she sputtered, glancing quickly over to the purple lake. If it was composed of water, which she hoped, she would be able to defend herself if this stranger decided to attack. But she hoped it wouldn't come to that. "You wouldn't happen to know what's going on, do you?"
Charlotte nodded in acknowledgement. Not many fifteen year olds tried to flirt with her. She finished her beer and tossed the bottle into the trashcan, pulling out another one immediately after. Without asking, she refilled Ty's tumbler and flashed him a smile.
"That's true. You might be a bad influence on me." she teased. She shook her head at the mention of snakes. "Absolutely not. And does anyone actually like bullets? Besides cops. They don't count." she mumbled. After today, she had a strong dislike for cops. She could have been shot!
The warmth she was feeling earlier had subsided, but it was slowly coming back with every sip of beer. She reached into her purse and retrieved a cigarette. Something about drinking always made her crave cigarettes more.
Charlotte shook her head. She didn't even look at the ID card. She sipped her beer. "I could care less if you were 21. As long as you aren't like, fifteen." she retorted, a chuckle following her statement. "You haven't drank since April!?" she gasped. She couldn't imagine going a week without a glass of wine or something. "I may be a bad influence on you then. I drink at least once a day." she said, after swallowing another sip of beer Yeah, it made her sound like an alcoholic, but she wasn't. She just enjoyed the calming effect it brought to her.
"Well, I'm not ticklish." she declared. "Although I do hate spiders. They shouldn't exist, in my opinion." If there was a spider in the room, the blonde would leave until it had been squashed and properly disposed of. Just talking about them caused her to shudder slightly.
