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 turned her attention back to the grass, this time opting to pull out small handfuls. She was getting antsy without a cigarette, and had to do something to keep her hands occupied. "We all have sob-stories. Don't apologize for something you can't help." she responded. "I'm sure it'll work itself out."
She scooted closer to him and placed her head back on her shoulder. She was hoping she could comfort him in some way, if not emotionally then she could be there physically.
"How long have you know about your little history-touch thing?" she pondered, tapping the top of one of his gloves. She figured it'd be best to change the subject. "And what's the weirdest thing you've seen?"
Charlotte opened her eyes and pursed her lips. "That's weird." She tried to think of other things to say, but this wasn't a conversation one normally had. "And you don't remember her at all?" Maybe she was a bad girlfriend, and that's why he doesn't remember. She laughed quietly and to herself. No, that wasn't funny. This was a serious topic.
The blonde lazily dragged her hand over the grass, plucking blades here and there, flicking them away from her. "Did you have an accident or anything? My grandmother was in a car accident once. For the longest time she didn't know who any of us were." she frowned, remembering how horrible it was. Her grandmother would always get scared and shout at them, saying they weren't family. "But eventually she remembered!" she exclaimed after a few minutes. She sat up and turned to face him, forcing a smile. She was lying through her teeth. Her grandmother still didn't know who they were. Hopefully he bought it.
"You'll remember." she assured him, grabbing his hand and lacing her fingers with his. "I'll help you if I have to."
"No no, I'm fine!" she assured him. Or at least she thought she was fine. She felt like she could take on the world, actually. She had the sudden urge to do a few cartwheels, but she stumbled again and quickly dismissed that idea. She slung her arm around his shoulder as his hands found her waist. She let out a small giggle and focused on walking in a straight line.
It seemed like only a few minutes before they arrived to her building. She slipped away from his grasp and leaned against the brick wall, slowly punching in a code on a small monitor. Numbers were hard, especially when there were doubles of everything. The keypad flashed green and she let out a triumphant laugh, pushing open the door. Charlotte grabbed Daniel's hand and led him up one flight of stairs to the second floor. She meandered down the hall and stopped outside a door branded with "2C". "This is mine!" she stated ecstatically, unlocking the door and nudging it open with her foot.
The apartment was nothing special. The door opened into a small hallway, which led to the living room in the back. A small door to their right lead to her room, which was attached to the only bathroom. The blonde pressed herself against the wall and let her equally drunk friend in, shutting the door quietly behind him. She turned on a small floor lamp, which produced a surprisingly large amount of light. She couldn't deal with much more light than that.
She began what seemed like a mile-long walk to the living room, when a small black creature began weaving its way through her legs.
"Shadow!" Charlotte bent over and picked up the small black ball of fuzz, who greeted her with a 'meow'. "Daniel, this is Shadow. Shadow, Daniel." She scratched the cat's head as she entered the living room, which had shopping bags and dresses sprawled everywhere. A large black couch filled up the left side of the room, opposite a flat-screen that hung on the wall. A small wooden table was positioned between the kitchen and living room. A large window on the far wall overlooked an alleyway, which could be accessed via the fire escape.
She threw a glance over her shoulder and shrugged. "It's not much, but it's cozy."
Charlotte was determined to give Daniel a place to stay, so she was glad when he finally agreed. A smile spread across her face, and she took the last swig of her drink. "Awesome!" Alcohol made the blonde very enthusiastic. She reached over the bar top and grabbed her purse. She stood up, and had to close her eyes for a second to get stabilized. She had the spins from all the alcohol. Walking home was going to be fun.
"Shall we?" she asked, digging the bar keys out of her back pocket. She ushered him out of the door and fumbled to get her key in the hole. She really had the spins. She turned to face him and flashed a smile. She slipped her arm through his and began walking down the street.
"I'll tell you now, my place is a little messy." she warned sheepishly. She hadn't had guests over in awhile, and had gotten too lazy to actually clean. She was more of a 'shove things into a corner and make it look like an organized mess' kind of girl.
She stumbled over a small crack in the sidewalk, and was glad she had his arm for support. Hopefully he didn't think she was a drunken mess; she usually didn't get this bad. "Oopsie, didn't see that." she muttered.
"Well I'm glad I could be a distraction." She was extremely tired, and every muscle ached. With what little energy she had left, she allowed herself to lean sideways and rested her head on Ty's shoulder. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh.
"I could so use a nap right now." she mumbled. He was kind of bony. But then again, it was a shoulder. She adjusted her head so she could look up at him, and her eyes fluttered open. Charlotte saw the change on his face, and her mouth pulled down into a frown.
Charlotte watched as he reenacted the fiery demon from his spiel the other day on top of the taxi. She let out a laugh and nudged him with her shoulder. "That's cute. And I have to admit, you're a pretty good actor. You almost had me convinced." she praised, giving him a half smile. Had she not known about the bet, she would have hightailed it out of there quicker than the other audience members.
"There's no way it smells like apple pie." she scoffed, giving a quick shake of her head. Before she knew it, the candle was flickering right before her face; she could feel the flame warming the tip of her nose. Her nose wrinkled and she gave two quick sniffs, her jaw dropping after she did. "It smells so good!" she exclaimed. She felt like she was in her mom's kitchen. The cinnamon-y goodness wasn't overwhelming, and mixed perfectly with the slight smokey smell of the flame. Her mom tended to burn pies, so it was all the more realistic.
As they passed the lamp, she lightly dug her fingers into Johnny's side. "I'm so scared. Don't let me go." she whined, pushing out her bottom lip for added effect. She wasn't actually afraid, but she didn't want him to let her go. He was so warm, and she liked being in such close proximity to him.
She stopped outside of a small building and used her free hand to point at the sign. "I'm guessing this is it?" she queried, glancing up at her date. From where she was standing, the inside seemed very homey. Very Southern. She could see why he picked this place. She detached herself from his waist and slipped from under his arm, approaching the door and pulling it open.
"Apres-vous," she purred, motioning with her free hand for him to enter. She could be just as charming as he was.
Charlotte chuckled as she watched him react to the kiss. If she could take a picture and frame the face he made, she would. It hadn't even crossed her mind how he found her job. Had she told him? Or was he really stalking her? Her brow furrowed as she retraced the conversation they had, searching for any evidence that she had mentioned Dudley's. She shrugged off the worry, and turned her attention back to him.
"I mean, I guess I couuuuuld give you another one." she smirked, leaning forward and pecking his other cheek. She decided, however, that this time she would let her lips rest on his cheek longer than the first kiss. She smirked and pulled back, quickly switching topics. "I love cornbread." she stated, giving him a quick wink.
She turned to begin walking, but realized she had no idea where this restaurant was. She pursed her lips in confusion, and raised an eyebrow as his arm found its way around her shoulders. Not that she minded, but boy was he forward. Or just being nice. He was Southern after all. She scooted closer to him as they began walking, wrapping one of her arms around his waist.
"What's the candle for? Scared of the dark?" she teased, poking his side with one of her fingers.
Charlotte had just finished cleaning the bar, and was rewarding herself with a cigarette. The night had been hectic: there had been a major fight which resulted in one of the TVs being smashed, a drink being spilled on her, and an unexpected appearance from the cops. Needless to say, she was exhausted. And smelled lightly of booze. She puffed on the cigarette as she placed the last glass below the bar, using her hip to nudge the cabinet shut. A faint ringing filled the room, the sound emanating from her back pocket. She retrieved her phone and held it up to her ear as she made her way to the other side of the bar.
"Hello?" she answered. People didn't usually call her. In fact, she wasn't sure many people had her number. But the Southern drawl on the other end reminded her that she had in fact given her number out. Her lips formed a smile, and she shook her head. "I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong number." she teased, locating her purse and slinging it over her arm. She listened to his proposal, and did her best to to hide her squeal of excitement. She had to play it cool. "A date? I dunno... It is kinda late." she pondered, her eyes wondering over to the clock on the wall. It was late, but she wasn't completely opposed to the idea. Heck, if she had gotten his number, she'd be calling him for a date.
"I suppose I could squeeze you in." she finally decided. "I'm about to leave work. Where did you want to eat? I could meet you there." She looked herself over in the mirror before she opened the front door. She didn't look that bad. She'd have to touch up her makeup when they got to dinner, but it was dark outside and it was highly unlikely he could see that well. She ran a hand through her hair, fluffing it a bit until the blonde strands looked somewhat tame. She dug for her keys as she flipped the light switch and bumped the door open with her elbow.
Charlotte closed the door behind her and turned to find a shadowy figure standing nearby. She saw the small flame glowing and let out a sigh. He sure was full of himself. She hit the 'end call' button on her phone and approached Johnny, flicking her cigarette butt into the street. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were stalking me." she quipped, leaning forward to peck his cheek. She couldn't see it, but she knew there was the faint outline of her kiss in red lipstick on his skin.
Charlotte leaned back against the tree, her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath. Trying to keep the car on the surface had taken a lot out of her. She felt around for her purse and dug inside for her pack of cigarettes. What she found was a soggy container of wet tobacco. A groan escaped her throat as she tossed the pack aside, making a mental note to pick up more on her way home.
Shooting a glance at her equally wet and exhausted friend, she offered a smile of her own. "It wasn't terrible. Although I am sorry about the whole sinking the car thing. I'm sure that wasn't what you had in mind."
For some reason, him being on the run from the cops didn't phase her all that much. Yes, it made her cautious, but she really wasn't one to judge. All Charlotte could think to say was "Oh." She frowned as he stood up. She couldn't just let him walk out and deal with this by himself.
"You could, uh..I mean, I have a couch. And it's really fluffy. And I, well, no one sleeps on it. 'Cause you know I sleep in my bed. Although my cat likes the couch sometimes. But usually she sleeps with me. " she rambled, her face rapidly flushing. She took a deep breath and composed herself. "You can stay with me for a little while, if you want. The company would be nice. And I can't just let you wander the streets."
It was just her luck that he couldn't swim. She shook her head and let out a small laugh, jumping out of the car and splashing into the water.. if you could even call if that. It was so murky and slimy, almost like swimming through sludge. Charlotte paddled around the car to where Ty was and grabbed his hand. She hoisted him up and used her shoulder to support him.
She kicked her legs to keep them afloat, which was rather hard considering there was twice the weight that she was used to. "A little help would be nice." she muttered. The sentence was directed more so to the water than anything else. As if on command, the water around them began rippling, slowly propelling them towards land.
The blonde dragged Ty onto land, finding a spot behind a large tree to rest. Hopefully the cops would leave them be. "Sorry about that, I wasn't expecting to be shot at." she apologized, her hands trying to wring out her hair. She felt gross, and was in dire need of a shower.
Charlotte thought she was handling it pretty well. Her face was flustered and a small sheen of sweat had formed on her forehead, but they were driving across the water and that's all that mattered. She just had to stay
BANG!
The shot rang through the air. They were shooting at them! Did they not see she was trying to concentrate?! She let out a low grunt and glanced over her shoulder to give them a face. Instantly, she realized her mistake. The car began to shake, and she let out a small whine. The connection she had was dissipating fast, and there was nothing she could do to regain it. She shot Ty an apologetic look. "I hope you can swim." she mumbled.
The car had already began to sunk, and was slowly seeping through the cracks and parts of the car. Before she knew it, it was already up to her knees. She definitely didn't have the energy to try and use the water to push the car. They were stuck.
"Just keep driving" she demanded, turning her attention towards the lake. She'd never done this before, but if she timed it right, and diverted all her attention to it, she could potentially make this car drive on the water. "Just, don't stop driving."
She thrust her arms out before her, fingers spread apart and palms facing the lake. She closed her eyes and formed the image of the lake in her mind, feeling the surface of the water they were about to hit solid. It'd be rickety, almost like driving on wood. But she could do it. Focus was the key.
She took a deep breath and exhaled, her fingers starting to tense up as she felt the car hit the water, tires squealing as it got accustomed to driving on the non-asphalt surface. "Ladies and gentleman, please keep your hands and feet in the ride at all times." she giggled, suddenly taking a sharp breath and turning her attention back to the water. She didn't know how much longer she could keep it up; she was straining herself, and knew they wouldn't make it to the other side of the lake.
"F***"!" she shouted. She nervously puffed her cigarette and slid back into the seat. They were doomed.
Charlotte suddenly felt a weird sensation forming in her stomach and making its way north. Almost as if she was going to puke. She groaned and closed her eyes, bracing herself for the waves of nausea.
Nothing.
The blonde peeked through one eye and spotted a puddle ahead of them, and slightly to the right. That's what she was feeling. She steadied herself and leaned out of the car, her arm extended as she began focusing on the puddle. She could see, and feel, it getting closer, until the passed it. She flexed her fingers and watched as part of the puddle seized up. It trudged towards them slowly. How stubborn water could be. Really! She grunted, exerting more force and speeding up the water slightly so here would be less distance between the two.
She ambled on her knees, twisting so she could face the cops. A look of uneasiness and strain covered her face. She saw one of the officers flash their lights, and her arms shot forward and made a sweeping motion, almost as if she had just swung a bat. Her eyes watched as the ball of water, roughly the size of a hula-hoop, collided with the side of the police car.
Charlotte watched as the ball continued to push, nudging the first car into the one next to it. She tried to smile through the pain of controlling it as the two cars began to shake, parks sparking until the drivers lost control and had to pull back.
She sat down, her face flushed and her breathing shallow. "There's one left," she muttered, exhausted. She really needed to practice. "Find a lake or something and we'll be fine."
She rolled her eyes at Ty, taking a puff of her cigarette. "Oh shut up." she retorted, feeling her heartbeat climb with the speedometer dial. Charlotte glanced over her should for anyone followers. All clear. She reached down and undid her seat-belt with a "clack". Rearranging herself, she sat up on her knees and spread out her arms, letting out a big "WOOHOO!" and a huge laugh, both of which got lost in the wind.
She steadied herself with one hand and glanced down at the driver, beaming from ear to ear. "This is great" she commented. Err, shouted would be more appropriate. The wind had gone from light breeze to a deafening roar.
