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.
Raine was caught between wanting to rush in and give hugs and play it cool. She settled for just blurting out what was on her mind.
"I'm not here to rescue Malia. I'm here to rescue you. From yourself. Malia already has a fabulous mom to look after her." And the cherub in question was right there, all wrapped up, droopy-eyed, and pink cheeked. Just awake enough to smile at someone she recognized. "Isn't that right, hun?"
Raine held up a reusable bag. "May I come in? I brought presents." Meager presents, but presents all the same. She definitely scoped the place out as soon as she was granted access. The smell, the tidiness of it all (not that her apartment hadn't just suffered a tornado), the ratio of adult things to child things, the decorations... she was infinitely curious, but ultimately polite. They ended up at a kitchen table where Raine could properly play Santa Doctor.
"First for Malia. Medicine! Mmmm! It's grape flavor!" She produced a box and offered it to a disinterested Malia. Hmm. Usually she was a grabber... Her lethargy wasn't a great sign, but they would watch her. Now they had twice as many eyes to do so.
"For mom? Medicine! Mmm! It's grape flavor!" Raine brought out a sweet white wine and completely second guessed everything as soon as she'd made the joke. "I hope that's okay. You're not a bad mom and this stuff is scary. Scarier alone." She'd also panic grabbed a few snacks: apple juice boxes for Malia and pretzels, chocolates, and some gummies. It felt a little overkill now.
"No, I think you take them in to the hospital if it's 104. We call parents for anything over 101, though." She scrambled to pack a bag one-handed. Underwear? Yeah. No wait. Those weren't clean. She threw and stuffed things wildly as she listened and tried to exude calm to a very distraught mom. Usually she didn't take calls from parents outside of hours. Actually, never until now. Raine had a serious soft spot for a very certain little glow baby with a very certain hot mom.
"If it's been less than the recommended time, you can alternate. You know? So, like, give one type and then the other. What kind and what time--?" She was nodding even thought she knew for a fact Steph wasn't here. Steph had her eyes on her baby girl.
"Look, if you need a second set of hands... I really don't mind. I'll pick up the acetaminophen on the way. What's your address and take a deep breath."
Raine ducked into the strap of her ukelele and overnight night bag all at once. She'd known when this conversation started where it was going and that had saved her some precious seconds of time. The vigilante locked the door behind her and started down the stairs.
"You could try a cool bath if you want to try something else rather than just waiting."
She hit the corner drug store and then hit the skies, even without her mask. Being seen and getting caught weren't even a thought. Getting there quick was.
So what if she showed up a little bit dewey? She could just blame the apartment stairs.
Raine dropped onto the street and looked for the apartment number to ring and get let in.
"Oh yeeeeah. The eye patch." She'd sorta not remembered that part. Honestly, she hadn't thought of ColdSteel at all since she'd seen him in passing at the Mansion. She sipped while he told her he'd hit on her... while hitting on her. Ehhhhh. She wasn't sure about the chemistry there.
She got her drink clink, though. They were at the very least bros.
"Going from camps being the now to camps being the ten years ago... I dunno. My universe never got this far and I don't trust it." She was glad he sorta 'got it.' She hadn't really expected that. Actually, she didn't really know what to expect. If they were back home and she'd met such a veteran X, she'd be begging for pointers. More than a year had passed and she'd been successfully vigilante-ing on her own.
"I wish people didn't know my face. I'd just fade into the background if I could, you know? Do my own thing."
Oh. But her hood looked good according to CS. She reached up and tipped it to him. It was his, technically. He could compliment the hood all he wanted.
The exchange with the bartender and the hoodie and the usual order made perfect sense once he admitted the place was his. "Old me" his. Zero slipped into the hoodie, slipping the extra material up so her hands were showing, and pulled up the hood.
Only some bikers who were trouble, but not trouble for them. And no cops unannounced. Maybe... she could take off the mask. After a while. Zero tugged the hood forward a bit and tried not to be too paranoid.
"What do you mean 'old me'? I mean, I thought you were older. But we haven't exactly hung out."
> ”So what’s so different about the team? What team we talking by the way?”
"The X-?" She cut herself off, looking around. It was hard to just... say it. She nursed her cider and leaned in to talk lowly. "Look, on the other side, we couldn't just say it. People with abilities were shunned, hunted, abused? I was a part of a secret x-men team. Not some pony show with press releases and police badges and funding."
The transition wasn't an easy one. Sure, it was nice to not be the enemy of every policeman she saw, but she just hadn't been able to make the switch to public life. Zero was too entrenched as a vigilante.
"Nope. No ColdSteel that I knew." Zero picked up her bottle and offered to clink it against his. "You're my one and only." She teased.
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She'd meant it as a question. A real question meant to be discussed and though through. Instead, Silhouette acted on that question, rummaging and finding her own solutions while Zero luxuriated. The LED of her suit flicking on made her squint against the sudden stab of light.
> "You dropped it along the way, you tricky fox."
"Totally a part of the plan." She cleared her throat. Yeah. Yup. Possibly it'd popped out of her suit when she became intimate with the wall and tried to stumble through it. "So really, it's not like they can even get us on anything, right? Besides 'yknow. Trespassing and breaking in the secret closet fortress."
Oddly, though, Silhouette was smiling. Zero scooted to a more dignified sit and tried to figure out what the other woman was doing to her suit. Eventually, she'd have to take that back and put it on... But when Silhouette offered her hand, Zero decided to take that first.
Between one blink and the next, Zero become very, very aware that things were chilly and they were outside.
Naked.
Naked and outside and sort of sitting-crouched.
> "You know, I have half a mind to take your suit as a souvenier and let you float home like that."
Zero sighed and blew her loose hair from out of her face with a stream of compressed, tequila scented air.
She could cower. Or she could stand and face the consequences of her actions.
"Go ahead. Doesn't make a lick of difference to me."
Zero ran her tongue along the top row of her teeth and stood, all hero training on display with her shoulders back and not a single care for how she was seen. Pretending she was in skin-tight spandex helped. It felt nearly the same. And maintaining eye contact was part of the dominance ploy, right? Right. Definitely.
"I'll see you around, Silhouette." She threw a tether and did her best to get gone.
Every challenge, Silhouette had risen to meet Zero. Nothing was too much, too soon, not enough, or too late. It felt like they were in each other's gravity, orbiting stars tumbling off a cliff and into a field of oblivion. She could have gone for more, but at some point, she had to recognize the need for air. They'd become quite entangled and sweaty, even out of the suits.
Any yet, if Zero had been a cat, she'd have been purring. Maybe from the hair petting.
"The difference between good girls and bad girls is that good girls...? We don't get caught." She was very much caught here red handed, though she had no earthly idea where that slip of paper had gone. There was lots of fabric and hands and hair to deal with. Funnily, it hadn't been a consideration at the time.
Zero laughed, but it was a breathless thing. She'd used up all her giggles. And the irony of the guards pounding on the other side of the doorway to the panic room was not lost on her.
When Silhouette had gotten loud, any hope of hiding was forfeit. Now they were doing their best to make a very secure room, less so. The wall had to be incredibly thick, the pounding on the other side was muffled, and though they could hear voices they couldn't quite make out words.
"My favorite part was when you told them you were busy." Zero hid her smile behind her hand, despite the darkness. Silhouette hadn't been as tactful in her word choice.
It was better to deflect with humor instead of falling into the gaping void of questions they'd have to answer. The void was small enough to hop over, for now. Best to leave that for later, though one question did seem rather pressing.
Getting called a dork by her nemesis set off a whole new round of giggles. And when giggling in a small space, she couldn't be faulted for accidentally brushing something soft. Something warm. There was exactly no way to be that wasn't touching. It was not a huge lounge.
Zero had achieved her goal of diffusing the situation. She even got an apology after Silhouette leaned forward to join her in her guffaws. Silhouette. Apologised! To Zero!
"No, no." Zero giggled and waved away the idea with her free hand, her other had been captured against her chest when she'd gone for the light on her suit and yet to be returned. In the darkness it felt like she caught the side of Silhouette, but not hard. "You're my nemesis. You're doing it wron—"
Zero's lips were captured and her one free waving hand naturally rested against what was right there in the darkness with her: a well fitted catsuit.
Silhouette doing it wrong was hitting Zero just right. She surrendered her words, her hands, her lips, her body.
She'd started this, so she could hardly complain. In the hallway, Zero could kid herself that she'd kissed Silhouette to distract her. That she'd pulled her zipper down, just as a way to easily pull her up. In the darkness, none of that mattered. She was receptive, she was enthusiastic, and she was here in this moment.
"Hoodie? Is... I guess?" All he had to do was drop his power and poof. He was a perfectly normal looking dude. Actually, she'd classify him as a normally perfect looking dude. The heck?
She shuffled along nervously moving after him. She wasn't exactly out of vigilante adrenaline and the cat suit wasn't exactly bar-appropriate. On the ground, the outfit felt a little silly. It was meant to be seen at a distance. At speed. Now, suddenly, she was afraid she might have too much of a hip dip and too much in the shoulders.
"Can I keep the mask? I have... I'm not the most beloved person to- to people in the circles that you move in. You know?" She had enemies. Totally not her fault enemies who wanted one Lori Faust dead. Only, she wasn't Lori. She was Raine. Except right now she was Zero. The hero. It was surprisingly hard to just turn it off and grab a beer.
Sam did not have the same compunctions. Zero trailed him to the bar and he even had a 'usual.' With a name like Iceburg, of course he did. But he didn't have an order for her. Luckily she knew what she wanted.
"Uhm. A, uh- A cider? Something sweet, I guess?" Zero pulled her hair free of its ponytail. She could at least relax a little.
To Sam, she answered about her vigilante street cred. "4? Years? I think? Off and on. The universal shake up sort of threw me off. The team here... it's just not the same."
She was feeling rather useless with the world spinning around and her not really coming up with much to improve the situation. She couldn't exactly remember if it'd been ehr fault that they were in there, even. That probably meant this was her fault, right? How would the cops run this? Her spinning brain just couldn't fiddle that one out.
Silhouette surprised her by taking compassion on her spleen. That compassion was quickly replaced with ire as she was grabbed up by the front of her suit. Zero scrambled at her neck to try to flick on the running lights of her suit. Something about the closeness of their situation, the anger... she was too clumsy to to get the lights on. Zero was all thumbs and exposed nerve endings.
The only thing she could think of to diffuse the situation was humor.
> "...Is this what you wanted?"
"Ohhhh step on me more, daddy. <3" She didn't even make it through the joke without snort-chuckling. Snortling?
She'd abandoned Silhouette's surprisingly reciprocal embrace to turn and run into the tender embrace of a wall.
"'Scuse me." That was a wall. She knew it was a wall, but the platitude was an automatic response hammered in by bumping through people she didn't want to be bumping through at the hospital. Not exactly tough-as-nails vigilante talk.
Things were a little mixed up at the moment.
Zero scrambled up to her feet and chose a direction and went. The more she went, the more alarmed she became. Libraries had signs, public bathrooms, and exhibit displays. Or, museums. Were they in a museum? The carpet was way too squishy nice for that.
The carpet she'd been looking at and experimentally squishing became oddly backlit as someone down the hallway shone a light her direction. Ugh. She was totally bungling this not-theft thief stopping. The problem was all this running and direction changing and sudden--
She'd gotten grabbed, the scenery changed, and Silhouette jolted upwards off of Zero at the sound of the nearby guards. A whack and a whirr later and there was finally blessed silence and darkness.
Zero let the world spin itself around for a little bit before attempting anything. It would likely stop. Sometime. Eventually. Any minute now.
"I think your knee is on my spleen." Not what she'd expected to say, but the knee was not optimally placed and it was better than panic. They were in here. Together. The guys out there wanted them out, but they also wanted the papers. The papers could stay here, but then... how would they get out?
"So we just... wait them out, right?" They wouldn't be searching for very long unless they were reeeeeallllly well paid.
"You could totally be my sidekick. C'mon. You were getting your butt handed to you and without me you wouldn't even know why Argentina's been so cold lately." She followed when ColdSteel made a sharp turn and zipped the between buildings. "In fact it's bordering on Chile."
Honestly, so long as she kept moving, her power was a breeze. Stopping was where the trouble came in. For a while, she forgot she had set up the joke. But when they stopped near an absolute dive with a ice-related name... "Ugh." She face palmed at the attempt at a gravity joke. Zero deserved this.
"As your new boss, I'm gonna have to ask you to drop the mutation jokes." Zero dropped to the ground in front of the bar and inspected the front, unwilling to go in first. She had her doubts. If this turned sour... It... really needed to not turn sour. "They're starting to weigh on me. Gettin' a lil heavy."
She hadn't meant to take the guard out. She hadn't meant to be in the possession of stolen property. She hadn't meant to be the one being pursued by the enemy. How did Zero end up on the wrong side of this fight!?
Landing feet-first against the wall, Zero threw a new direction for her gravity which, when it hit the opposite wall of the hallway, put her in Zero G. Conditions were perfect with the tight quarters of the hallway. She pushed off from the ground with the greatest of ease, flying through the air in a dive towards the ceiling.
Her rotation was a bit much.
Zero twirled ass over teakettle and landed butt to ceiling. She skidded and bounced along, watching Silhouette hop the guard and tear after her. Zero really ought to hurry.
Or. She could have a little fun.
As a treat.
She pushed off the ceiling to glide back toward Silhouette, dropping both tethers as she got there. Her head continued to float even as gravity took proper hold of her and she clobbered into the thief, landing on top and just barely catching herself with her hands on the other woman’s shoulders. She pressed her lips against Silhouette’s, because she had the momentum and momentum was hard to stop. She’d been teased. They were there. She was in no hurry… except she really should be.
“Hey!”
OH Riiiiiiiiiight. Zero put both tethers on those shoulders, flipped the ends out to either wall, and grabbed the zipper pull on the front of Silhouette’s suit. Teasing. Pulling. Zero stumbled up to her feet. She pulled a perfectly weightless Silhouette up like it was a magic trick. Introducing, the nicely horizontal woman, everyone! What a waste of horizontality. Zero stumbled to the side-- Her balance wasn’t great at the moment. --And then she shoved. If she’d aimed right, she was shoving the taller woman right back toward the guard who’d walked in.
And that was absolutely the distraction she was using as she stumbled, fell, got back up, and tried to run toward a wall.
Zero laughed at the boomer-level cold pun. Oh. He he opened the floodgates for bad jokes. This was a pandora's box that could not be shut.
"Yeah. Puns not guns, bro!" She shouted back through the mist, but ducked back when she thought she heard another shot before a sharp rebuke came from below. Whew. Almost as dangerous as the cops on the other side!
He said that he hadn't sounded cool, and she snorted. That much was obvious. Didn't mean he wasn't cool. "I dunno. You've got cold, at least let me have the element of surprise." She teased. "Oh! Or I'll boss you around and you could always go sub-Zero." She waggled her eyebrows at him as she turned to look for the next jump. It just felt right.
She readied a tether, but Sam had more questions... "Yeah. Proooobably a negative if you want to stay here. For me, at least. I'm not a spiffy certified public revenger." She threw her tether, an invisible handful of nothing. "You wanna talk? Then don't get too cold or too far behind." Zero jumped and whizzed toward the next closest building with one last shout back toward ColdSteel.
She should have guessed that with Silly all wrapped up around her that she, too, would go where the tether demanded.
Thinking ahead was not exactly her forte at the moment. Nor was rotating freely through the air with no control except... oh wait. No. She was in control. If she was fast enough, she could stop— Zero slammed against the wall, sharing the impact with her best frenemesis.
She could have stopped that. But thinking was… slow and that was a doozy of dizzy. A vase fell. Zero felt mildly ill. And Silhouette leaned in closer.
They could run off somewhere. They could. Her willpower was fast eroding with every whisper. And Silhouette’s neck was still in reach. Zero was tempted. It would mean nothing to Silhouette, but everything to Zero to finally get in a kiss of her own. She breathed in and admitted to herself that it was so, so unfair.
Didn’t she deserve one little nibble?
As a treat?
Or, Zero could let her gravity drop as she'd meant to do before they actually impacted the wall. That was the safe call. She stopped letting her hands wander freely and dropped the gravity.
Zero landed on her feet. Then her butt. Her feet hadn't been as ready as she'd thought. She had just barely snatched the envelope. It would be so easy to not fight. So easy to sit in a spinning daze.
"No." Zero abruptly stuffed the envelope down the front of her own suit and tethered herself, throwing her gravity through Silhouette’s legs and toward the doorway. She ducked, and had to twist as she slid along the ground as she prepared to land on her feet against the doorway.
Only, the door opened and a security guard walked in flashlight first. Zero pinwheeled a bit but couldn’t avoid slide tackling through his legs
"I was not dancing! I was keeping my feet from getting grabbed thankyouverymuch. Usually I can increase gravity for that extra oomph, but I spent my extras on making his friends walk away."
His reaction to her power was every bit as satisfying as she’d hoped. Zero whooped in joy while his was a far more cautious sort of Am I dying now? Is this how I die? kind of sound. She was only slightly alarmed when his legs started pumping mid-air.
"Whoah. Hey. Hold on, lil fella.”
Without letting him go, Zero turned and lobbed an opposite tether that arrested their momentum mere inches from the upper lip of one of the tall brick apartment buildings that overlooked the alleyway they’d just been at the bottom of.
They hovered, suspended in zero gravity together while police cars screeched to a halt at the mouth of the scene. One expertly dropped tether and Zero and Sam fell the last couple inches to land on their feet perfectly sideways.
“Wait. Do you see that?” “Police! Freeze!”
"This is the part where we run.” She reached up to her shoulder and toggled her costume’s switch that controlled the lights. She set them to be off, instead of on as they were previously, and pulled Sam up a few more steps toward the top of the building where she could let go and let normal gravity resume.
