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.
She stopped dancing at the mention of 'taking a roadie.' "That's so gross. I'm tempted to say 'yeah. take me to that party' just so I can punch the face that said that. Yuck." The idea clung to her brain like a fatty film on the top of a soup.
Plus. If they were throwing around money... Raine was not exactly comfortable with her current cost of living. A few extra bucks could make a big difference...
"Actually, I'd better not go." Wanting free stuff from people plus wanting to punch them uuuuuusually did not work out for all parties involved. "Besides, Rockettes don't go punching faces. I got a future reputation to uphold." Or something.
Alright then. Zero inhibitions it was. Some people were just like that.
"I was taught to flush." She whooped at his spin. Really, it was all very simple steps and they were just two weirdos on a rooftop having a jam. But the song in her head was a bop and Carrick was turning out to be a quick learner, even with the wings and tail as extras to potentially trip him up.
"Again, I'll pass on the boozcohol. Thanks, though." She changed the step and tap up by going forward, then back, to the side, then the opposite way. Would this small wrench in the practice finally be the thing to defeat him? Raine was building him up bit by bit.
"I'm no pro," she laughed. "A pro would have tied you up in knots by now. Nah, I just did a bunch of dance as a kid, y'know? Like extracurriculars?"
Raine dropped the hip hop and changed her demeanor as she swapped to tap dancing. It was atrocious on the gravelly rooftop with sneakers, but she tried to sell it with jazz hands and a hick kick all the same. "I coulda been a Rockette!" Then she'd be the one with the top hat.
"What about you? Hitting parties? Getting "party favors"?" She felt like a big sister, suddenly. "Surely somebody taught you not to do that?"
She said energy and Carrick more than delivered. Raine barked a laugh, now totally derailed from her original plans for the evening. "Do you actually have no shame? Or am I talking to a man with a complete lack of inhibitions?" It was more than booze, booze couldn't make anyone give it their all like Carrick was.
It wasn't that he was bad it was just... he was SO over the top.
"Alright, alright, alright. You got it. Now let's hop'n'head. This is not an all-the-time one the step touch, but you need something to throw in and break it up every once in a while, right? So, feet together. Hop. Then you're givin' your bro over there the 'sup. Or a chick or whatever. Like WHAT?" She hopped and flicked her head to look at him over her shoulder, skepticism all over her face. "You talking sh*#?"
She moved into a speedy kick ball change and then back to the step and touch, snapping her fingers in the air between them.
Not sober. Not drunk. Definitely not fit to fly. "No thank you." She declined the... what was that? It looked waaaay outside his price range. Not that Raine knew for sure what Carrick's price range was.
> ”Oh so yer a dancer then?”
"Not really since I was a kid," she joked. It was true, though. She hadn't participated in a dance class in years and what auditions had she had lately that included literally any form of dance? "I think it's one of those things you never can quit, though. Like riding a bike or something."
Raine clapped for the show. It was a free show, and worth every penny.
"You want hip hop? That's surprisingly structured, but not like ballroom." Raine slipped the bottle, which was now wearing the top hat, out of Carrick's hand and set it aside.
"It's gonna be rough to get down on this rooftop." She scuffed her foot along the rough texture, but shrugged. She'd offered. It was time to deliver. Raine thought of an appropriate track in her head and she could practically hear the music so it wasn't even embarrassing.
"Okay. You need energy. Bounce. You use your knees a lot to get that spring, y'know? First, just start with a step touch." She stepped and touched, back and forth, like half a waltz but way more elastic. The difference was really in the energy. "Don't keep stiff arms. In fact, don't let the bottom half of your arms drop below your elbows. Ok. Now you."
"Are you... drunk?" Raine clipped out a laugh and tried to be serious, but he was a happy drunk, if he was in fact inebriated.
He was disappointed!? She automatically went into damage control mode, forgetting that he was the one in the wrong here. "I'm sorry, Carrick. It's not a name I've heard a lot and I work with kids. I get all the Abcde's of the world." He took a few steps away, like he might take flight...
"Ohhh no. No sir." Raine made a grab for that tail. "I don't care how old you are, you're not going to fly in that state with that bottle in your hand." She looked around, but, honestly, it was a roof. There wasn't exactly a lot going on.
"I'll teach you to dance." Raine offered in an attempt to sober him up. If he was dancing, he wouldn't be drinking. And if he was dancing, he sure as heck wasn't flying irresponsibly. "What's your pleasure? Hip hop? Ballroom?" She'd had a spread of classes, though most of what she knew was ballet-related.
Ah. So he wasn't having a seizure. By his own admission, he was "flying high." That did explain the top hat and cane.
"I wasn't racing you in the first place!" She had to laugh at the man who was larger than life. Nothing he said or did was a half measure. Take a step? Swagger. Wear a hat? Top hat. In a way, she wished she could dare to live that unfettered.
"I saw you and thought you might be having a fit or something. I came to render first aid." She teased. "Are you trying out for Broadway or something? Rockettes? Pretty sure you have to have boobs to be a Rockette." Raine circled around him to get a good look at his get up and nearly tripped over a bottle of fine whiskey. An open bottle.
"Oh I know you're not drinking that, Mr. Man. You're," she gestured to him. Just... all of him. "I'mma have to see some ID."
Raine recognized that every time that she used her powers while unmasked, she risked outing her identity. But c'mon! There was no better way to traverse a city with THE worst traffic and trash and people and... the skies were just freaking pleasant by comparison.
She wasn't vigilanty-ing lately. Hadn't in a few weeks, in fact. And while her body was soaring through the air now, her heart had remained on cloud 9 since she'd knocked on Steph's front door. Today, she was tethering her way through the city in search of the most perfect Gyoza. She'd picked up a hint and guessed that Japanese pot stickers were one of Steph's favorite food. Now that she had a bit of free time, Raine aimed to zip between locations and grab a sampling platter to drop off for Steph as a surprise. Then they could make a direct comparison because they were going to eat them all in a row.
Raine was half looking at her phone as she fell toward a building when a flash of brown made her look up. Bird boy. The skies of New York weren't totally clear, but it was a pretty exclusive club of mutants that could fly. What had the Irish kid's name been?
"Hey! Cedric!"
Was he... dancing? Raine changed directions and managed a landing not too far from the winged lad. "Bird boy! How's it hanging?"
Raine tensed for a blow that never landed. Instead, Steph's confession just made Raine feel vindicated in bringing alcohol to a minor. "Hah! I deadass knew you were mature for your age! And now I just get to bring you up to speed on alll the slang. Like no cap. Do you know no cap? Nono, this isn't a bad thing this is a blessing."
Wait. She sat bolt upright forgetting there was no shirt under all that cozy warmth as a horrifying realization hit home. "Wait. AND Malia?" That had come out a bit loud so even Raine winced. "What an awful... she doesn't, like, remember any of it, does she?" What if she was a pre-teen trapped in a baby's body. Oh no. Oh god. She had to, like, go do something or something... didn't she?
She could see it building behind Steph's eyes. The rejection was forming and Raine was already trying to shut down the flutters of panic and put on a strong face otherwise she was going to cry and it was going to be ugly. She was so stupid for reading this wrong...
and felt even stupider when buoyed by the relief of Steph's confession. She was stupid grinning, wasn't she? Raine had to touch Steph on the cheek and trailed her fingers down along her jawline to reassure herself.
"Oh. Is that all? I thought you were going to say you, like, eat babies or steal priceless works of art or something." And as much of a dealbreaker that would be, Raine couldn't help but be pleased that the nerves were mutual. The desire for more was mutual. Because she'd just sort of tossed that out there, trimmed with her heart, and hoped for the best.
Jokes aside, "I think the most beautiful part of being together is being able to grow together. I can see that for me. For you. For a future us, maybe?" But that was her silly idealism talking. As far as Raine knew, there were messy parts of Steph's life she wouldn't be able to handle? Steph seemed to think so, but Raine just couldn't let go of this jubilant moment when everything felt so possible.
She could help shoulder any burden, Raine was sure. And, maybe someday Steph would... a cold finger of dread tried to ruin Rain'e moment as she realized that she hadn't told Steph that she was a mutant, a vigilante mutant. Steph was from the Otherverse. That kind of thing mattered over there. But Malia... But Malia was her daughter and she had to love her, right?
"Any, uh, dealbreakers you can think of?" She not so subtly fished.
Steph dropped a challenge on her and Raine bantered back without really thinking through the implications.
"Okay. You're on, then." Only after a slightly heavier silence had descended did Raine stop and think it through. She was mid full body stretch, definitely necessary and not just an excuse to run certain parts of herself against certain other parts of Steph when Steph really clarified what Raine had just run right past.
> "So about that next time."
Raine opened her mouth to say 'yeah, how 'bout forever' and then slammed her jaw shut with enough force to click her teeth. She probably freaked Steph out, hence the backpedaling from the other woman.
"I- I really want to try." Since this was a conversation better had face to face, she rolled and searched Steph's eyes in a vain attempt to unlock whatever secrets might be hiding there. "I don't want to rush. I want to... do it right, y'know? I feel like..." She was having trouble articulating for long that Steph had to prompt her to try again.
"I feel like we could really have a shot. And I don't want to screw that up by being over eager or something?" An nervous. They were still naked in bed, but talking like this? That was far more revealing. Nerves threatened to shut her down.
The couch had been lovely, but there was no replacing a good snuggle under some hella fluffy covers and luxury sheets. Raine hadn't been surprised to find the bed in disarray once they'd made it there (Steph was splitting her time between mom and self and that only left so much time for things like bed making), but she was surprised to find the softest most slippiest non-silk in existence.
If only she hadn't woken up in an absolute tangle of legs and sheets.
She wasn't sure who had woken first, but considering how intertwined they'd ended up, it was impossible to notice that Steph wasn't exactly asleep anymore.
"You couldn't just let me be the big spoon." She grumbled, keeping her voice low. It seemed like a moment that deserved a certain amount of reverence. It was absolutely impossible to be grumpy at the moment anyway because this was... nice.
Oh god don't say that. Don't screw this up.
Raine didn't have time to worry about touching Steph again or what might be too soon or any of that. She was already half on top and half under. Somehow her forehead had found its way to Steph's neck and yet, her shoulder was wedged underneath them both. How? She shifted in an attempted to regain some autonomy, but she wasn't ready to exit the sheets and re-enter the real world just yet.
"What time-?" The light filtering through the curtains looked new somehow and Raine wasn't sure where her phone was. Possibly between the cushions. She resisted sitting up. "I guess we'll hear Malia when she needs help."
They'd both tentatively tested the waters: A soft touch, a slow lean. They left themselves plenty of outs. Instead of doing what they probably should have, those little touches, that first kiss... Raine swerved off the proverbial highway, there was no way in hell she was going to miss this exit.
"I'm not-" Raine was aware that at some point she'd managed to get them both horizontal-ish on the couch. She was out of breath because there was so much real estate that needed her attention. She wasn't pumping the breaks exactly, she just wanted to be sure of one thing.
She often forgot about their age gap, not that it was huge. But she'd come over and plied her Steph with wine and peace of mind. Was that... was that wrong somehow? "I'm not taking advantage of you, am I?"
She said it was Raine, but Steph... looked... beautiful.
"No. Thank you." Raine slid her hand over Steph's. Friends could... she could do this... as a friend...? "I feel like you see me when everybody else is passing by."
The cogs in Raine's brain slipped a few teeth. If Raine were a thermometer, her face was filling with red from the bottom up. If she'd been waiting for a sign —a nail in the coffin of her fight against desire?— This was it. She was undone.
There was a hair, just one little rebel. Raine reached slowly toward Steph's face so that Steph would have plenty of time to tell her no, to get the hair herself— But Raine desperately wanted to tuck it back behind her ear.
The beauty of ukulele covers was that, knowing chords and your basic up and down rhythms meant Raine could look up any song and perform on the spot. She supposed it might be that way with guitar, but the uke was so perky and the cords consisted of a maximum of 4 strings being pressed. To Raine, it just fit. She had to watch for the bridge and the chorus, but... god, Steph was knocking it out of the park.
Raine's focus was divided, but not so divided that she wasn't listening to the most sensuous rendition on a very thirsty chorus. Delivered just as promised. Raine tried and failed not to fill in the mental pictures to go with the words. Why could she see it so well?! Raine faltered, going a bit stupid herself and the song unraveled.
"Sorry. That was a good one. I- I hadn't heard it before."
She was warm. It was hot, right? It was in part the heat from her cheeks and probably some from the wine. She set the ukulele down and her hand brushed Steph's thigh. Just a tiny touch, it had to be just millimeters of skin, and yet somehow all of Raine's nerves seemed to bunch there where she'd briefly made accidental contact.
Was she so touch-starved that even just that made her crazy?
"Do I look lonely?" She blurted the words. It was the song's fault, but a legit question. Who did she have, really? Was she throwing herself at everyone who passed because... because she was lonely?
Oh. The whole "I have an accent, gimmie booze" schtick. Raine rolled her eyes. "You're underage here and underage now." Geez that was an Irish accent? She'd thought it was Scottish. Raine was suddenly glad she hadn't tried to guess.
Ah. Yes. Excellent. He was taking them to a building with all the flapping and gentle landings. Normally, Raine's ability had her ricking scrapes and bruises. She might easily overshoot her target, nor tether too early with zero gravity and be too far away from a surface to get there. And of course, she might tether too late.
> ”So ya cheated?”
"Absolutely. I'm a big fat cheater face, but it works for me most of the time."
Was he... purring? Raine let her tether drop as soon as she was at a height that she felt comfortable dropping and landing.
Of course, landing with a shock against the roof of a building did not magically put her ukulele in her hands.
She stood and brushed herself off. As the guy was giving the air a good sniff.
> ”Tequila?"
Raine froze and had to resist giving herself a sniff. Did she smell like tequila?
"Tequila is my favorite bad decision." She admitted haltingly, glad to have her ukulele offered to her without a struggle. "Did I give you your phone?" She pat the holey, exposed pockets of her jean shorts as if she'd had time to tuck it away. She must have dropped it which meant it'd gone back to its last tether... on her back. Raine turned around and looked as best she could and... yeah. It was there, somehow migrating to a spot just barely out of her reach.
"There it is! Thanks for not dropping my uke! Or me." She gave her instrument a strum and cringed at how the wind had affected the tuning. As for his phone, he'd have to get that himself. She'd already tried and failed to reach it on that spot on her back.
