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 shook her head and smiled, sipping her coffee. Her mother would be very happy if she were dating a doctor. Wait..
"Oh so we're dating now?" she teased, shooting him a raised eyebrow. "That's news to me." She crossed the room and plopped back on the couch, re-wrapping herself in the blanket. "You're here one night and we're already dating. You move fast, Dr. Daniel." she nudged him with her elbow and gave him a wink.
She reached for the remote and began flipping through the channels. If the TV was on, there might as well be something interesting. News? No. Discovery Channel? No. Food Network? Absolutely. The blonde became temporarily mesmerized by the chef on screen who was making some dish with pasta and lots of cheese.
"I love this channel." she thought out loud. She could feel herself salivating.
Charlotte could already feel the alcohol in her stomach. The warmth of the bourbon had already begun to spread, and it made her fingers tingle. "I couldn't tell you what my first legal drink was." she said with a laugh. Her twenty-first birthday was a drunken blur, and she still didn't quite known everything that happened. Too many shots of..something. She reached into the cooler and pulled out a Yuengling and twisted off the bottle-cap.
"I have to be in certain moods to drink certain things." she stated before sipping her beer. This tasted much better than the bourbon. "But most of the time I go for a Long Island Iced Tea. That's where it's at." She took another swig of her beer, smiling. "You don't look twenty-one. At all. Do I need to card you?" she laughed. She was picking at him. "'Cause I don't know many twenty-one year olds that squeal like a girl when they're poked." she added, reaching over the bar-top in an attempt to poke his side again.
"I just have to get some aspirin..at some point." she mumbled. She would have done it then, but the couch was so comfortable, and moving just didn't sound very enjoyable. Charlotte uncovered her face and stared at the TV. There was nothing interesting on, so she shifted her position and turned to look at Daniel. When had he gotten coffee? She was seriously out of it still.
The blonde snickered. "I am definitely not the girl you'd want to bring home to mom, Daniel. I'm pretty sure my own mom wouldn't be happy with me." she said with a wink. She was kidding about her mother, but the first part was truth. Most, if not all, of the mothers she had met didn't care for her. With a shrug, she stood up and ambled into the kitchen, pouring her own cup of coffee. She neglected to put any sugar or creamer in it. If she wanted her headache to go away, she'd have to pull out all the stops.
"Bourbon, really?" she puzzled, raising an eyebrow. Charlotte had pegged him as more of a beer guy, but definitely not bourbon. She shrugged and pulled out a tumbler, pouring a small scoop of ice into it. She tipped the bottle of alcohol upside and watched the amber liquid fill up the glass. She pulled out a shot glass for her and filled it with the bourbon as well. She set the bottle down, and clinked her shot against his glass.
"Cheers!" She took a deep breath and took the shot, shuddering as she felt the burn in the back of her throat. The blonde wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and frowned at Ty. "How do you drink this stuff?"
Charlotte rubbed at her eyes, trying to shake the sleep out. She didn't now how Daniel was up and moving. It as a struggle for her to even get out of bed. "When..when would you go get stuff?" she mumbled, the blanket finding its way over her head. The room was too bright, and she couldn't deal with it anymore.
Whether it was the hangover or her still being half-asleep, the blonde was confused as to what her guest what trying to convey. Was he giving her permission to go on a date? She sipped her water. Even if she was to go on a date, she wouldn't bring them back to the apartment unless she absolutely had to. It would be rude to her date and to Daniel.
"I don't have any plans. As long as it's not in the next hour or two, I can go with you." she said with a chuckle.
Charlotte huffed and crossed her arms defiantly, diverting her gaze so she was looking at the floor and not him. She was pouting as best she could, but secretly she was okay with him saying no. She wasn't the biggest fan of public affectionate. There was a very thin line that many people crossed, and she didn't want to be one of them. "Are you any good at strip poker?" she asked after a minute or so of silence. She was teasing him, and did her best to hide the smile that wanted to form on her lips. She was supposed to be pouting!
"Of course I never had a chance!" she retorted, shooting him a side glance. "But it isn't something I usually tell people upfront, so it's not really important." she finally decided. He knew now, and that's all that mattered. She couldn't help but smile as he ducked his head. "Stop doing that!" she squeaked, unfolding her arms and returning her gaze to him. She didn't know how he did it, but Johnny was so good at..she couldn't even think of how to describe him. A smooth talker, that's what he was. She was sure that he could be in a burning building and talk someone into believing that there was no fire. She would even put money on that.
"But dessert's the best part. Unless," and the blonde paused to bite her lip, her eyes wandering around a little. Hopefully she didn't regret what she was about to suggest. "We could always have dessert at my place. I mean. I have whipped cream, and some cherries. And I'm pretty sue there might be chocolate somewhere." she flashed an innocent smile, although her true intentions were anything but. She was getting her dessert one way or another.
The taijitu did in fact bring a smile to her face. It even elicited a small laugh. It was so nice to be in the company of another elemental mutant. Even if it was mostly flirting. She watched the fish rotate in the figure as her date told of him valiantly saving some innocent boy. "I'm sure that's how exactly it happened." she interjected, sticking out her tongue at him. "I do know what it's like to fight off a bigger guy, though. It's not very fun." she mumbled, her hand finding its way up to her neck. She hadn't meant to say it out loud, and the fact that she even acknowledged it brought back some terror. The hand massaged the base of her neck, where she had been almost strangled some four years before.
"What?" She hadn't realized it, but she zoned out.She shook her head and blinked a few times, realizing that Johnny had still been talking. "Oh no, we can save that story for a second date, if you want? " she suggested, forcing a smile. Charlotte hoped he had been too involved in his story to notice her space out, but with her luck, she highly doubted it.
"I do declare, is that a dimple? That's just the most adorable thing I ever did see." She tried speaking with a Southern accent, and it came out forced and...just plain wrong. Accents weren't her thing. She'd leave that to foreigners and actors. "I'm sorry," she laughed, shaking her head. "that was dumb. I've just always wanted to say 'I do declare' to someone." She could feel the heat rising to her face once again, and she quietly cursed herself.
Charlotte bit her bottom lip and stifled a laugh. It wasn't everyday one got to see a grown man yelp like a little girl. She flashed an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. But I will keep that in mind." she said with a wink. She wondered how many more times she could make him make that sound.
"And I sorta kinda got lost on the way here.." she mumbled, blushing slightly. She hadn't been lying when she said she was bad at directions. She did know how to get to the bar though, and that's all that mattered. She led them down the busy sidewalk, cutting through an alley way. After a few minutes, they were outside the bar, and she was unlocking the door. She flicked the light switch and a dull glow filled the small bar.
"So," she started, placing the keys and her purse on the bar top as she walked to the other side of it. "what's your poison?"
Charlotte woke the same way she fell asleep- on her back, with her legs still hanging over the side of the bed. She laid with her eyes closed for a few minutes, waiting for her migraine to dissipate. She didn't think she drank as much as she did last night, but the throbbing in her head said otherwise. Eventually her eyes opened, and she gave them a few minutes to adjust to the light that seeped in from under her door. She heard a low hum coming from the living room, and she assumed Daniel figured out how to work the tv.
Wrapping a blanket around her, she exited her bedroom and squinted as she was greeted by the light that filled the living room. She probably should invest in some curtains. She wandered into the kitchen and filled a small glass with water, dropping in two ice-cubes. She made a mental note to search for the aspirin at some point. She flashed her guest a weak smile and curled into a ball on the free spot on the couch, sipping on her water.
"How did you sleep?" she eventually asked, after her throat wasn't so dry. She let her gaze wander to him, and then up to the tv. She knew she looked like crap. She could feel the bags under her eyes, but she didn't care. This was her punishment for being up so late.
Charlotte made it back to her apartment eventually, opting for the longer route home as not to risk running into anyone she knew. She was still slightly wet when she peeled off her clothes and slipped into a bubble bath. She scrubbed her skin several times, as she said she would, until she felt exceptionally clean. Even if that meant her skin was a bright red and extremely sensitive. Oh the sacrifices one had to make.
She left her hair in a ponytail, and opted to wear a pink tank-top with a clean pair of denim shorts. She spritzed a small amount of cinnamon-smelling perfume onto her neck, and headed out. It took her longer than expected to meet Ty, as she got turned around a few times. She tiptoed behind the redhead and poked his sides, a smile on her face. "Hello!"
She linked her arm with his like they had earlier, and began leading him in the direction of the bar.
"I couldn't imagine hot summers. I'm used to summers being cool." she responded, tossing her half-empty cup into the trash. She had enough caffeine in her system. Anymore and she'd be giddy and bouncing off the walls. Which was not cute.
Charlotte paused at a street corner and pursed her lips. "Well, my apartment is that way." she stated, nodding her head behind her. "I guess we could do shower and then meet for drinks? The bar is closed today, but I have the keys, so." she added with a wink. It wouldn't be the first time she's opened the bar on a day she wasn't supposed to. But her boss didn't really mind. As long as she kept bringing in customers and making money, he could care less.
It was the middle of the night, around 1 o' clock, and Charlotte was in the deepest sleep she had experienced in awhile. Her day had been stressful, and a few glasses of wine after worked calmed her down. Cocooned in her blanket to avoid getting chills, a faint scratching noise was bringing the blonde out of her slumber. It gradually got louder until her eyes fluttered open. She groaned and sat up, moving her head side to side, in an attempt to locate the noise that woke her. It was too dark to make out shapes, but a small 'meow' that came from the floor alerted her to her cat.
"Shadow, stop it." she growled. Her cat didn't typically scratch at the door, but maybe she wanted to sleep in the living room tonight. The blonde shifted in her bed and placed her feet on the ground, fighting to get the blanket off of her. After freeing herself, she stumbled over to the door, twisting the doorknob and cracking it. She listened to the small tapping of paws scurry down the hallway. Charlotte turned to fall back in bed, but a hissing sound made her stop. She turned on her heels, swinging her bedroom door open.
The hissing continued, alternating with more scampering across the wooden floor. The blonde tiptoed down the hallway, her racing heartbeat filling her ears. If it was an intruder, she had no way of defending herself. Especially since she couldn't quite seem to rub the sleep from her eyes, nor had she adjusted to the darkness. "I have to stop drinking before bed. This dream is weird." she thought to herself, her conscience trying to offer some assurance.
"Shadow? Shadow, come here." she whispered as she entered the living room, which was dimly light by the glow of the moon. Suddenly, a flash of white darted across her field of vision, followed by a darker one. Whatever her cat was chasing must have gotten in through the window, which Charlotte didn't remember leaving open. She took a few more steps as the two furry figures jumped onto the windowsill before jumping out and, presumably, down the fire escape. She did get a quick glance at what it was Shadow was chasing, and from what she could see it was..a rabbit? Did rabbits even live in New York?
"Stupid cat." muttered the girl as she crossed the room and poked her head out, looking down the two stories to the ground. She had only been down the fire escape once, but she was going to have to do it again if she wanted her cat back. Shadow was an inside cat, and Charlotte was terrified of what could happen to her outside. Stepping out onto the metal landing, she ambled down the rusty stairs until her feet touched the cold concrete. It was abnormally quiet outside, so quiet that all she could hear was her own breathing. She made her way to the alley by her building, and peered into the darkness.
She caught a flash of white fur some twenty feet away from her, and begin to approach it. "Hi mister rabbit." she cooed, moving slowly as not to scare it away. "Have you seen my cat?" She reached down to pick up the animal, but it hopped off into the darkness. She followed, stopping by one of the dumpsters to glimpse at herself in a mirror that someone was throwing away. There weren't any cracks in it, so she couldn't understand why it was there. A noise in the shadows made her turn, and the rabbit was sitting there staring at her, it's beady red eyes nervously darting back and forth. Was it wearing a vest? She stepped closer to get a better look, but felt a hand grab her shoulder. Before she could even blink, another hand grasped her other shoulder and began pulling her back. She tried shrugging them off, but the grip was too strong. The fingers dug into her skin as she scrambled to grab something to hold onto.
She turned to see her attacker, and was met by her own reflection. But it wasn't exactly her. The face was twisted into a sneer, and the arms pulling on her were protruding from the mirror. She cried out for help, but her voice just wasn't there. This dream had turned into a nightmare, and she began sobbing quietly. The last thing she saw through her tears was the rabbit, who was perched on its hind legs, and it was..smiling? There was no doubt about it, the rabbit's tiny mouth was turned up at the corners. Then, darkness.
Charlotte couldn't tell if she was falling, or floating. But everything seemed to slow down as the darkness swallowed her. It was almost tangible. Her fingers flexed and she flailed her arms for something, anything to hold on to. Her back hit something, hard, and then her head collided with it too. A ringing noise filled her ears and her eyes began to close, her consciousness fading as a wave of nausea hit her.
With a gasp, she awoke, jolting forward so fast that her temples throbbed. Her muscles were stiff, and there was a dull pounding at the base of the back of her head. She groaned and did her best to stand, but began to sway side to side. She was moving too fast and it was making her nausea. She doubled over, the contents of her stomach expelling from her mouth until there was nothing left. It was then that she noticed what she was wearing.
Somewhere between looking for her cat and falling, she must have changed. That was the only logical explanation. Instead of her baggy night shirt and boxers, she now wore a dark blue dress that buttoned up the back. It stopped a few inches above her knees, and the bottom and ends of the sleeves were trimmed with white lace. A white bow cinched the dress at her waist, almost too tightly. She was taking shallow breaths, and reached back to loosen the bow, but her hands met more fabric. She looked down at her shoulders and noticed the white fabric that was draped over her. It seemed to be a cloak of sorts, and it was held together loosely around her neck by a small white string.
Her hair, which had been a tangled mess from sleep, was now pin-straight, a deviation from the normal wavy texture. It seemed to be a few inches longer as well, and if she wasn't mistaken, a few shades lighter than the blonde it normally was.
A cloyingly sweet smell filled her nostrils, and she shuddered. Where was it coming from? She raised her arm to her nose and sniffed the fabric of the sleeve. It smelled like.. sugar, but with a pronounced floral overtone. Her skin smelled the same. She frowned. This was not the kind of perfume she wanted to be wearing in her dream.
Her attention turned to her surroundings, which left her puzzled. It looked like Central Park, but only if someone had stretched and twisted the trees and covered everything in several different hues of neon color. It reminded her of the carnival, in a ghastly sort of way. Her eyes followed the path she stood on, which was long and winding, leading deeper into the jarring forest of color.
"How curious.." she mumbled, beginning her journey into the woods. It was unlike any dream she had ever had before, and something in the back of her mind told her it wouldn't be one she would ever forget.
Of course she hadn't seen cuter. At least, not that she could recall. She was sure she hadn't. Johnny was charming, attractive, talented, and most of all, he was Southern. It's like the universe put him on this earth for Charlotte to find and swoon over. She tried her hardest not to blush, but she felt the heat rise to her place. She knew he was teasing her, but damn him. Why did he have to be so good at it?
"But...what if I wanted to give you a kiss now?" she wondered, dismay finding it's what into her voice. "Are you really going to deny me that?" Of course, she could hold off with the kisses. She probably should. It would make them that much more enjoyable. Especially for him. Although self-restraint was probably for the best. She wanted to be able to show her face at the restaurant again, and she was sure Ma wouldn't appreciate an overload of PDA from the two.
He wouldn't let her kiss him, but he had the audacity to ask her what kind of lingerie she had? The nerve! Should she tell him, or should she let him sweat a little? "Maybe if you play your cards right, you'll get to see it all in person later." she reasoned. She pursed her lips and glanced down at her chest. "Am I wearing some right now?" she thought out loud, pulling the fabric of her shirt slightly so only she could see. "Nope. Oh well." she gave a smirk, and turned her attention back to the water ring, which now had a little fish friend.
"You never gave me the chance!" she exclaimed. She was going to earlier, but his little straw paper trick distracted her. She drummed her fingers on the table, forcing the loop of water to form into a goldfish, which mirrored the fiery creation he controlled. It swam playfully around his as she let out a little laugh. "And you should see some of my other surprises." She was going to leave it at that. Some of her surprises weren't exactly suitable for dinner conversation.
"I've known for a few years. That's kind of what I came here. Some stuff happened in Connecticut and I couldn't stay." she mumbled, glancing down at her drink. She would need to refill it soon, but she didn't feel like consuming anymore of the saccharine liquid. "What about you, Johnny-cakes?" she asked, throwing in the nickname to be childish. That's what people did when they flirted, right?
Charlotte sighed and flashed a smile. "I mean, you're kinda cute. But I've seen cuter." she teased, taking a sip of her drink. She returned to her position of holding her chin in the palm of her hand. "Oh, so you sing, too? Is there anything you don't do?" Johnny really was a character. He sang, he was a performer, and he could control fire. It seemed she had hit the talent jackpot.
When he said he could show her some of his tricks, her interest was piqued. "You couldn't show me anything now?" she pleaded, sticking out her bottom lip for added effect. "I'll give you a kiss." She added the last bit with a wink, considering how he reacted to her kisses earlier and all. Maybe she could convince him with a few more on the cheek, or even a peck on the lips. She was sure he would enjoy that, very much actually.
"Being a model was.." she paused, sipping her tea, allowing her to create some fictitious story in her mind. "It was definitely not what I expected. It's actually how I started smoking." She was lying. Her first boyfriend has gotten her hooked, but he didn't need to know that tidbit. "It was the only way I could think to stay fit, because they didn't really like when we gained weight. The runways were a pain, although I did get some nice lingerie out of it, so.." she broke her sentence off, a devious grin pulling at her lips. The blonde was sure her date would enjoy that tidbit. And she had actually purchased some lingerie from Victoria's Secret, so it wasn't a total lie. Just a little fib.
Before she could respond to him playing coy, their waitress returned. She ordered the fried chicken and a side of cornbread, since Johnny had sung such high praises of it. She waited for Carla to leave and shifted her gaze back to him.
"Really? You aren't doing anything? Nothing at all?" she echoed, her hand reaching down into her purse. She searched for her water bottle and fumbled to unscrew the cap as stealthily as she could. Once the plastic was off, she placed the bottle between her legs, making sure to keep it out of view from her date. She had a trick or two up her own sleeve. She could feel a small portion of the water trickle out, wrapping itself around her fingers. With a flick of her wrist, the stream moved to his side of the table, creating a small spinning loop around the candle. She raised an eyebrow at Johnny. Two could play at that game.
"At least you got to come here with family.." she mumbled. She hated thinking about the circumstances that she had come to the city under. She sighed, and figured it'd be best to switch to a lighter topic. "What's Georgia like? I haven't been any state lower than Pennsylvania." she frowned. She had wanted to explore the world when she was a kid, and here she was. 22, and had only been to three states.
"And oh no, you can throw some illegal stuff in there. I don't mind." Charlotte mused, flashing him a smile. She wasn't really one for breaking the law, but what she had experienced today was fun, and she wanted to dabble in it some more.
"The cops would have kept following us!" she retorted, returning the arm rub. "And I'm very grateful for the coffee. I owe you one." Charlotte linked her free arm with his, and continued walking down the street.
"Hmm..about four years? I moved here during my senior year of high school. " she stated, picking up on his slight accent. God, she loved a man with a Southern accent. "How about you?" she asked before taking another sip of her coffee. It had cooled slightly, and was the perfect temperature now.
"I might have to have you show me around. I still haven't seen much of the city." she added, giving herself another excuse to see Ty again.
