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.
Seeing sound waves sounded very interesting. But then again, if another sense paid the price, he could easily see how it could become a chaotic mess. He was also happy to hear that she was as interested in his own mutation as much as he was interested in hers. Judging from her pausing and apparent reminiscing, he wondered about the usual social aspects that followed mutants wherever they went. " I'm sure it wasn't easy growing up. It never is for any of us. If you ever want to talk about that aspect of it, I'm also happy to help. I assume we will see more of each other as time passes, so I want you to know my door is always open to you, if you need a friend."
Now, how to approach her mutation with his own. His head tilted as he seemed to study her like a scientist might look at a subject before dissecting it. " Well, the best way to do this would be for you to let me allow to link our nervous systems. Then I can attempt to look at things from the inside out. Does that sound alright?"
Madlaina Elizabeth. Lovely name. If she didn't have a last name, then that was fine. Garrett didn't really have much of a frame of reference as far as names went anyway. What was normal anymore? He was happy to hear she was legal. Of course, he was happy about that because she din't need a guardian. Who was he kidding? He was happy to hear she was legal. He tried to imagine strings attached to his eyeballs, pulled taut on her face. Maybe the neck area, but no lower. But seriously? If the Mansion chose to only accept foreign girls who were all more appealing than the next, he would stamp approval on that every day.
Now she was trying to explain her mutation. He listened to her explanation closely, listening for clues. Touching and old time. Go be in the old time. The past. Touch something and go in the past. What was that called? He recalled reading about something like that when he had worked for Tarin and Lee in the medium shop. Many hours would sometimes pass without customers while the two went to get coffee or lunch or breakfast or go home or...Anyway, it was pretty dull, so reading about various mental abilities always passed the time. Oh yes. " Psychometry? You can touch objects and read the memories attached? Interesting. Some gifted humans have a vague talent at that, but it is more on an intuition. " he coughed softly and chuckled, looking at Alex and shrugging. " Sorry, Madlaina. I sometimes get carried away. I think it is called SY KOM UH TREE. I know what it is. " he made some notes under the mutation in case the next person to look at the file didn't have the same foreknowledge he had. " Okay. Next. Who should we contact in case of an emergency? Alexandra? Also, do you have any allergies or special dietary needs? " he looked to The beauty behind the beauty for help. " Mind helping me with that one? It's not something I want to leave to chance should she be allergic or need some kind of medicine."
"Everyone make mistakes.At least now you help people telling them not to do the same..." True enough. Garrett had done his damnedest not to be a hypocrite. With each new development in his life, the margin for error grew smaller and smaller. Fortunately, his focus grew in direct opposition and proportion. " True enough. Well said. If I can save one person from a lifetime of regret, it makes it all worthwhile." Save yourself, garrett. Then save the world. The wine made his nerves tingle even more with the added effect of Effie's presence.
" Yes, I can definitely call Sebastian family. He saved my life after I had an unfortunate accident." An accident named Abyss. " The two of us opened the Iris Clinic in hopes of helping mutants in a mutant friendly environment. Many mutants never come forward with their unique problems due to humans and their general hatred of us. The X-Men work to bridge that gap and promote tolerance. I would like to take it a step further and see mutants treated as equals, just like anyone else would want to be treated." Garrett purposefully bit his cheek as the alcohol had already loosened his tongue to the point of talking politics. Better to just stick to personal ideals for now.
He looked over at her. Seeing the light breezes blow through her hair made him want to slide closer. He didn't. Willpower was going to be the keystone here. " So, you said you were from Russia. Or Moskva, which I don't know, so I am assuming it is Russia. Anyway, you are young and beautiful and when you said you met Fausto on the internet, I have to admit, it sounded like one of those mail order bride arrangements." She seemed much too smart for that. " It's too bad that those women have to do that sort of thing, ending up with some old slouch just for a green card. There are much easier ways to get one, in my opinion. Why do so many women from your part of the world flock to it?"
The van slowed and stopped. There were no other cars around, which Garrett had anticipated. Not only for safety, but of course privacy with her as well. he didn't expect anything to happen, but he didn't forbid it either. The place was serene, being a grassy hill over looking a turn in a brook below. Since it was still spring, there were plenty of bugs, but not the annoying kind like wasps and hornets. The entire scene was idyllic and peaceful. Perfect.
While Effie insisted on carrying the other bags, Garrett took the large blanket and spread it out on the grass. Once she came close, he took care to relieve her of her burden while not specifically touching her. He sat the food down and shortly after opened the little package the corkscrew came in, using it to open the wine. He had bought two little plastic goblets in the store, now filling them moderately and handing her one. Once she took a seat, he did too, slipping his shoes and socks off, tucking the socks in the shoes and placing them to the side. The air felt good on his toes.
Taking a sip of the wine, he looked out at the beauty of the scene. As lovely and perfect as this moment was, he felt he needed to be truthful about everything he could. Garrett came with plenty of history and if he could ever succeed at winning Efimia's affections, honesty was the only policy. " So, since you seem to be alright with my dream of the future, I guess I should tell you everything. The reason I know about Lori Faust and the organization she is in is because I was a member of it myself once. Not anymore, of course. I returned to the Mansion after I woke up from the dream. That's also when I opened the Iris Clinic with Sebastian." Things not to add? Shooting the old leader of said organization, being nearly beaten to death by her brother, and possibly being in Lori's position had the prior events not occurred. Maybe after some more wine.
Something was wrong with this woman. She was much too happy about her position. Something was wrong. Like when animals in the savannah sensed a lion in the high grass, though they couldn't see it. She wanted to talk to him, or rather she wanted him to talk to her. Then the badge came out. Garrett looked it over while she spoke some more. R.U.P.E.R.T. What the hell was that? He had never seen anything like it. Was it fake? If it was, it was a damned good fake.
And then the bombs started dropping. The Clinic, The Order, the Mansion. Maybe whoever these people were knew everything about him. The immediate sensation of a trap raised the hairs on the back of his neck and made a tingling in his stomach. But, curiously, nothing else. He couldn't feel his nerves. He couldn't feel his nerves. Sweat began to pour over him and it had nothing to do with the heat. No panicking, no panicking. Too late, since his heart was ready to beat in front of the pair after exploding from his rib cage. " I guess you have an idea of what I can do then." His hand touched hers and he furrowed his eyebrows. Nothing. No map, no sensation. Nothing but the feeling of her warm hand against his increasingly clammy skin. His eyes must have been the size of saucers. " What the f***?"
Garrett was amazed. She not only took it well, but she said something he had needed to hear for a long, long time. " You said plenty. My life since I woke from that dream has been nothing but hard. " He looked at her and smiled in a very genuine way. It had nothing to do with her beauty or her gift. It had everything to do with Effie just as a person. He was equally pleased that she wanted to go on a picnic with him. Perhaps the truth was always the best way to go. He really thought she would ask to go home when he mentioned the time travel. Not the usual first date banter.
He returned from in the market soon with two bags. He also bought a canvas bag to carry the stuff in and a blanket on sale that had pandas eating bamboo woven into it. Opening the door on the back, he secured the items and quickly made his way back into the van. Who was he kidding? He hurried back to be near Efimia. Once inside, he started the engine again. " So, I got a bottle of wine. I thought it might help us chill out a bit and not be so tense. Is that alright with you? I thought that otherwise you might think I brought it for other reasons if I just pulled it out of nowhere." The van was already out of the parking lot now and they were headed into a local state park, on the lookout for a nice place to park.
Other than the click of heels, Garrett never noticed the woman taking aseat next to him until she spoke. Once his eyes moved to his left, they caught legs and then got stuck before they could move up to her face. He sucked on his teeth, but there was no saliva.'So, Mister seems like you need an accountant, or you have so high collar tastes. already broke, you'd think a bank jobs ransom would last longer."Hmm. This wasn't a favorable prospect. Not only was he broke, but now someone knew about it and was either here to bust him or blackmail him. He didn't see a badge. Narrowed it down a bit.
The other bums skittered away like cockroaches when bank robberies were mentioned. She was dressed like a Fed and probably was one. Garrett chuckled to himself. It had taken the police a long time to catch him. How would he go out? Like a lion or a lamb? First things first. " Are you a cop? If so, I'd like to see some ID. Otherwise, piss off. I'm not in the mood." Hot or not, whoever she was, she was letting him know she had weight on him.
Balance zero. Garrett's face turned into a snarl as he tried again unsuccessfully. It was no mistake. His funds were drained. All the time he had spent with the Order, he had just used their fraudulent credit lines to get what he wanted. Not that he wanted much, considering he was always stuck in an office. It was a particularly humid day, the sweat sticking to his head like wood glue. The ATM popped his bank card out at him and he pocketed it. He looked at it with contempt, as if it might be laughing at him.
It looked like he would have to start budgeting. The word grated against his inner ears like nails on a chalkboard. Even funnier was the idea that a couple of years ago, he was dumpster diving. It was too easy to get caught up once the money started flowing. So, of course, the idea to put his hands on some unsuspecting fat pockets came creeping in immediately. It was so easy. Besides, humans still remained as a lower species in his mind, regardless of it trying to wrap around the idea of guarding them instead of fleecing them. His morality continued to fight itself and man, was it getting old.
So, he sat down at a bus stop with the other tired people. No one particularly looked at him or noticed him, which was nice in a way. He could just be another bum, even though he was actually a student. Educated bum, then. Two words made it a title.
"Antarctica? You have to tell me about that." He had indeed brought it up, so Garrett would have to explain it. How to do that and not sound certifiably insane? He would wait and see how well she took it first. " Hmm. Well, this may sound strange, but many people that you know or may meet were all affected by a strange experience concerning time. We all lived for ten years into the future, but then we woke up recently and it seemed to be a dream. Most people dealt with this pretty well. I had a harder time. I wanted to live there in the future, not this present. Anyway, in this other future, I lived in Antarctica in a beautiful place called the Colony. Hundrerds of mutatns worked together using their mutations to make a better world, free of human hatred. " He could still see the glittering ice domes in his mind. Even if Effie didn't believe it, he certainly did.
The sun was out and the sky was a beautiful blue, a few clouds dotting the horizon. " You know, maybe we should just get some supplies and have a picnic. If we go to the city, there's a fine chance that you might accidentally set off a mutant." Or many mutants. She would be a fine mutant detector, even if the results would be chaotic. Garrett grinned at the imagery of such potential. The van pulled into a supermarket parking lot and he turned off the engine once a suitable spot was found. " That sound alright to you?"
Whatever was going on, Garrett was definitely in the middle of it, both figuratively and literally. He could tell by Twyla's body language that this may have not been the first time that she had come running to Maya/Gawain's rescue. It looked like this time the damsel saved the knight. Every other conventional idea was tossed at the window with their relationship, so why not? Garrett rubbed his eyes. He was tired. " Nice to meet you, Twyla. I suspected as much, considering your general tone and your posture."He thought on his answer before delivering it, suspecting that he might put her in trouble for dancing with Aura. Hmm. Had he made a faux pas? Perhaps she was Maya when she danced with Aura. Oh who cared anymore? They could all jump in a big pile at this point, if it meant he could go get some sleep.
" I think it's best that you two hash out the details yourselves. I did my part, now you two can do yours. Excuse me a moment and I'll get a release form for you." He walked away, giving the girls enough time to get some of their domestic issues cleared up as he searched for the form he needed. Judging from the time it was, he decided DocProf could answer any emergencies. He picked up the phone, waking the old man, of course. " It's after midnight. I'm leaving. I left all of today's notes on your desk.......Yeah, just finishing something up here....Tuesday...alright, you too." Finding the form required, he returned to the two of them, placing it on the table nearby.
" Sorry to interrupt, but if I could get Twyla to sign this release form then you two are welcome to go. Just have to make sure someone is keeping Maya awake until she is a little better off. I'll be out of the office once you guys are gone, but my room is on the adult hall. DocProf will be up here shortly if you need help. It was nice to meet you both. I'm pretty tired, so I'm going to go to sleep." He awaited her signature. He wanted to go there and then, but he had a responsibility to see it through. Damned responsibilities. They dogged him wherever he went.
Alexandra's hero? Garrett didn't say much to that except," My pleasure, Alexandra." It seemed a bit over the top. Garrett suspected that she was more than happy to have a tail wagging drone to do her work for her while she did whatever it was she did when she wasn't around. She was still Heaven to look at, though. So no reason to push it. He watched as Alexandra pointed out her room's location and the one across the hall. He thought it funny that his old room was only two doors down from Alex all that time.
" Well, sounds like we have a room squared away for her." he look over at Madlaina, who was interested in keeping the map. " Yes, yours, Madlaina.' He hoped she was warming up to him somewhat. Garrett didn't like feeling like a figure of authority when he wasn't anything like that. He also didn't want to appear condescending to Madlaina, who was delicious in her own right. Until she could master the language more though, he wanted no part of exploiting her.
It seemed that she wanted to be involved in the process, which was a step in the right direction.Garrett was happy to oblige. He smiled and nodded at Madlaina and clicked the pen, grabbing a book from the nearby table to write on. " Okay, let's start with some easy ones. What is your full name and date of birth? also, what is your mutation?" he could ask many more questions, but he probably wanted to wait to see what kind of pace she would set. Plus, it kept the attention of two beautiful Romanians on him. Maybe he would speak even slower.....
"Oh, do not worry. I can cook. After all it is kind of your lunch break, you should not have to work on break as well." Garrett's eyebrows raised in surprise. An accomodating person? It seemed so rare. But then again, considering his old crowd, it made perfect sense. " Well, thank you very much, Andrea. That's very considerate of you." His step landed lighter now, his genuine smile beginning to awaken from slumber like a bear from hibernation. As he took his seat, he added," I'm also happy to hear that you will allow me to help you with your pain." It was even nicer that he was learning to relieve it rather than dish it out.
He watched her set about into a whirlwind of ingredient gathering. He slipped his shoes off and curled his toes, glad to have air reach them. Shoes were annoying. It was something he had learned from Maya that he would probably always do. He watched her pour oil into the skillet. " Thank you for using vegetable oil. It's much healthier than butter. I don't know why people use butter all the time. Must be a throwback to the old days when people had cows." He shrugged, easing into the spirit of things, his elbows meeting the island's surface. Andrea took her own seat as she worked on the ingredients.
"Alright... so... what might this thing that you can do to alleviate headaches be?...and how do you like your eggs?" Garrett replied out of order, since he had a choice. " Scrambled for sure. My gift is that of neural manipulation. By touching a subject, I can link my own nervous system to their own. I can see their nervous system and most of their body that way. Since I can manipulate nerves, I can quiet down the ones that are angry, which generally results in reducing or removing pain. That's why you didn't feel the needle. I just numbed your elbow." His fingers drummed on the countertop, his own mouth salivating. Perhaps he hadn't eaten all day. The Infirmary tended to drain the light of day rather quickly, with all the comings and goings. Oh, and of course the hours of bureaucracy.
"I not know the city that well. But I eat anything, so you take me to a place you like." Garrett grinned as they drove through the rural roads leading away from the Mansion. " You don't know. I'm sorry to constantly correct your English, but I figured you probably want to get better at it." He hoped he didn't sound too bad. If he was in a foreign country, he'd be happy to have help with speaking the language. But of course, everyone was different. Especially when you threw the X-gene in the works.
"Still getting use to living in America." Garrett had no real frame of reference as far as that, but he suspected it would be very difficult. " How long have you been here? Where did you come from? I haven't had much experience traveling outside of the country. Well, that's not completely true. I know Antarctica, but all you have to do there is survive." Probably not the greatest of icebreakers, but she couldn't say he was boring, at least. " I'm still thinking about where to go. We have some time before we get to the city."
Well, at least Maya didn't know either. He listened with a grin on his face as she explained her misadventures with Sam. Garrett was mostly happy that those adventures didn't include Sam hitting on her. Maybe she was Gawain that day. He actually covered his mouth a bit hearing about reform. Maybe he would have to spend more time around Sam. It seemed that time had matured him somewhat. Garrett decided not to expand on the pros and cons of stealing. He wasn't much of a role model in that capacity.
Before he had a chance to say much of anything, there was quite a calamity at the entrance to the Infirmary. A young girl, who he hoped was a student, appeared, frantic over Maya and her condition. The blond looked like she had just jumped out of bed, judging by her apparel. Maybe a girlfriend? He already felt respect for her if that was the case. he could tell that the other girl was terribly worried and perhaps.. a little angry? It seemed that Maya and Gawain had a habit for getting into trouble. he could identify with that. He eased off the bed and approached her.
" Hi there. I'm Garrett Wills, one of the Infirmary assistants. You are?" He tried to recall the name but had no luck." Maya here is alright. She had some nasty contusions and abrasions but I've cleaned those up. Her shoulder was out of joint but I got that as well. My only concern is a mild concussion. She needs to stay awake for the rest of the evening. she can probably go to bed this morning, once the brain has had time to heal a bit. Other than that, she's fine."
So it seemed the two actually did have something in common. Garrett listened closely to her explanation, hoping to pick up on clues as to how the process worked prior to just looking inside her body and finding out for himself. he watched her eyes darken. No, actually it appeared that they turned completely black. Colored contacts might be a good suggestion, if she wished to hide her ability. Not from humans, of course, but other mutants. Garrett was fortunate that his abilities were completely invisible to the naked eye.
So, she was seeing sounds, as she put it. What was that like? He wondered if ti would be possible at all to piggyback her nervous system and experience the process himself. It became clearer and clearer that he was indeed the right person to be sent to. He still felt honored at the referral, nonetheless. " So you see the actual words? What do they look like? It sounds very interesting. Do tell me more." He took a sip of his coffee, wondering what the sipping sound looked like. It seemed like a wondrous way of experiencing the world.
"I practice.I am quite adept in switching my senses to my eyes. The other ones, however, most of the time just switch on their own. It needs constant concentration to maintain some kind of order. My perception of the world is... quite chaotic." Garrett nodded, trying to put together some kind of diagnosis in his mind. " It's perfectly natural to gravitate toward a specific function of one's mutation. It's usually the first one that we experience. For instance, at first, I was only adept in causing pain to others. I was quite good at it. i still am, but I have now learned other ways to manipulate both my own and others' nervous systems. It just takes time and plenty of practice.' He chuckled, adding " At least yours doesn't require living targets for practice, right?"
