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.
Zero was perhaps overzealous. She went for it, and usually when she went for a dive at a bad guy, the bad guy moved. Zero was no speedster. Zero often missed.
Today, she didn't.
They collided and Zero's brunette went down hard with her back against the desktop. Zero had all but tripped right on top of her since she hadn't expected it to actually work. Her face landed somewhere in the vicinity of where the zipper of Silhouette's catsuit was. Zero stopped exactly where she fell. She couldn't move even if she wanted to. Her catsuit was sticking to Silhouette's like a rubber tire against the road.
The world seemed to take a moment to collectively inhale-- Silhouette smelled like effort and skin and pleather. --before it started spinning once again.
What was she thinking? That she was soft? That she could take that zipper in her teeth and-- no! Silly was a bad guy! Zero tried to scramble up, but everywhere that her hands went was exactly not where a polite hero's hands should be. The desk shifted, or, actually the Silhouette she'd landed on shifted. And Zero was suddenly made aware of how disorienting a sudden unexpected shift in gravity was.
She fired up a tether and planted her hand against Silhouette's breastbone as Zero's back hit the desk and their positions were reversed. As if she wanted to keep that space between them. As if she wasn't already at her mercy. She panted with ehr free arm flailing and failing to find purchase on her catsuit as the woman whispered against her ear. Zero's self control was only so much.
"Oh. Well. Everyone deserves a treat every now and again." Like the tether she'd given to Silhouette. Zero kindly threw the other end of it toward the ceiling. Or, she tried for the ceiling and ended up throwing Silly's gravity toward the far wall.
And that free flailing hand? She'd found a little bit of paper to scoop up. Either the envelope or maybe something from the desktop. Either way, she had it. And Silhouette did not.
She was sure she'd seen movement. But then, the world was spinning and Zero could feel that. Zero swayed while staying completely still.
Perhaps she'd been mistaken and now she was drunk teetering on the outside of someone's private collection of boring@ss bullsh!t. Or perhaps... just maybe... was that a booty? Zero leaned closer, her nose pressing against the glass of the window and fogging her view of what was a magnificent, round, and shapely boo-tay. The club side of the piano fiasco left her with Mmm yeah back dat @ss up running very loudly through her head when she was, in fact, supposed to be stopping dat @ss instead.
Oh. Right. She was stopping a burglary right now.
Zero fumbled for the opening of the window and slid the opened from 1" to enough inches for her. A loud crack had Zero wincing on her brunette thiefy's behalf. Maybe it was the quiet sliiiiiide of window. Or maybe it was the one of Zero's legs that was already through the opening that was totally big enough for her. But somehow the thief was tipped off to her presence and whirled around to face Zero. Face to face. Like, almost nose to nose if she'd been all the way inside instead of trying to limbo her way through a window.
> ”Do we have to?”
The petulance of the question sent a thrill of giggles up through Zero and she slunk the rest of the way inside. Her feet touched down and Zero had to put her hands out to make sure she stayed upright when the universe decided it was gonna list a bit to the side.
TOtally manageable, though.
"You cooould put the stealy stuff away. And then we wouldn't have to." She smiled hopefully, feeling her domino mask edge upward from the roundness of her cheeks.
No? Not gonna happen?
Zero lunged at the thief's body... no legs... no...? Well she lunged with intent. A for effort.
It wasn't her fault. That was a nice pivot for the usual reaction. He didn't even pick her up again, which was kind considering. It was too bad Zero felt a sincere twinge of guilt anyway.
"Hey. I was in cheer, too. I just don't think a double back handspring has any business getting worked into a street fight."
And, there was their exit cue. Sirens sounded and Sam offered her a lift.
"Allow me." Zero tucked herself up under Sam's arm and gave him a sort of side hug before tapping him on the chest to place a gravity tether. "Just hold on tight and be ready to run." Zero pulled back her arm and threw... nothing. But whatever nothing she threw caught and as soon as it did that delicious first falling rush of adrenaline hit.
Zero whooped and they fell as a single unit up toward the point she'd thrown. He likely wasn't ready. She hadn't prepped him all that well, but... if he trusted her, if he knew her face... maybe he wouldn't freak out too bad.
He was confused, obviously. She searched his eyes and he searched hers. Did she know him? He could have been any number of kids she'd known growing up maybe…?
She felt his fingers at the edge of her mask, and instinctively started to pull back. But she stopped. He looked… lost, somehow. This could settle it. In fact, once the mask was off and she felt the kiss of cold air around her eyes, she saw the spark of recognition light for him. He whooped in joy, but…
"I… I don't remember you at all." She was reeling as he scooped her up. No. Wait. This was the other her if it happened here. The "bad" one? Saving people? Zero scooped her mask back into place before someone saw.
"Sam," she felt weird saying his name, his real name. But he wasn't really listening anyway. He took a step back and praised her suit with so much enthusiasm and so much nostalgia. It was tempting to let him believe, but that would only get awkward later.
"Uh. Thanks. But I'm not… from here. I'm not her. Not Lori, I mean." That was surprisingly difficult news to break where usually it wasn't a big deal at all. People weren't usually excited to see her face in this universe.
"I'm the other one. From the other side. Sorry?" Zero grimaced. She hadn't wanted to spell it out her identity so clearly but he obviously had emotions about the subject and she didn't want to get wrapped up in pretending to be someone she was not.
Oh. Like Bond, James Bond? That joke was a little tired since she obviously already knew him. Well, she knew of him. His reputation as a womanizing drunkard, yet stand up dude seemed only half on the money. Zero was relatively sure e was sober. Relatively.
"I doubt she called the cops. She flagged me over to talk you down. This is her friend... I think." And if she called the cops, it was likely Zero and Mr. Subzero who would get in trouble. Scratch that. Just Zero was here illegally. The x-men were all fingerprinted and deputized or something. Zero sighed. She should really go...
And then there was a crouching ColdSteel in her field of vision. Zero took a step back, ready to defend herself, but there was no need.
"De-aged? Like... got younger? Wait. Before?" Ten years ago Raine was on the other side of another universe. And 12. That was impossibility heaped on top of impossibility. Maybe ColdSteel wasn't drunk. Maybe he was high. "Are you okay? Did you, like, hit your head or something? Are you hurt?" She'd candy striped for years, so while she was no medical professional, she knew a thing or two about concussions. Zero reached up to his ice encrusted face to hold him still and get a good look at his eyes. "There's no way you knew me, ColdSteel."
It was bigger than a squirrel. The police had not chatted about the location of her brunette (Yes. Her brunette. She wa claiming all of them that she was allowed right now.), but Zero was almost certain that the copolice had said this location. And Brunette. And Zero was seeing that a someone was walking around inside with no lights on.
If anyone ever turned lights on, it was people in a museum. Security guards had flashlights. Curators would turn lights on. But no lights? That was someone up to deeds of a nefariouciousness nature.
"I gotcha this time, sugar." Zero threw a tether and tapped her gravity toward the building before she was quite ready, resulting in Zero being yanked off her feet and landing a little bit less than on her feet. She clobbered against the brick facade with an 'oof' heard round the regretful world, and hesitated after she got to her hands and knees.
Her heart was pounding as she listened carefully for signs that she'd scared the thief.
Hearing nothing but the rushing of her own ears and finding trying to stand to be more of a tipsy chore than she expected, Raine gave up and crawled toward what appeared to be a very slightly open window and peeped just over into the darkness inside.
It could be someone changing! Her brain supplied unhelpfully. This was a museum, not a house. Except... except the stuff she saw inside was not all that museumy. Moonlight shone in a nearly perfect square across a stately desk— maybe it was someone important's desk? Like Elton John! Only a semi-circle of darkness obscured the perfect little moonlit square, a shadow cast by Zero's big fat head.
Marry him? Zero was focused so the joke didn't land at first. Once it did, she glanced up at ColdSteel who was not quite what she'd been expecting, and then went right back to executing her hold. Impact would have been proud, even if the set up was sloppy. It worked.
She removed her legs from around the bullman's neck and scrambled up on top of the mutant's shoulders, fearing that the ice might climb too high and trap her too. ColdSteel was fully in control of his power, it seemed, and the ice stopped before it bothered her one bit. Finally it seemed like the fight was over. Zero breathed a sigh, coming down from the adrenaline of the situation. From her vantage point, she could no longer see the bullman's friends walking along the building wall. She hoped they'd made it to the ground safely.
> ”Spectacular choke.”
"Spectacular... not getting dead." Her compliments could use work, but this was a tricky situation, considering the circumstances. He said he could have taken him, but... well he said thank you too. So that was probably okay. Zero even allowed him to help her hop down from where she stood on the shoulders of the giant mutant.
"Zero Gravity. Zero for short. You're... not as old as last time I saw you passed out drunk in an office at the Mansion." And, as puzzling as that was, they had to wrap this scuffle up first.
"I don't think this guy would have attacked just anybody. If it wasn't you who came out here tonight, he'd probably be playing video games at home by now." Zero jabbed ColdSteel's chest with her index finger. "You've clearly got too much history to play vigilante anymore, old... uhm... Cold Steel."
She felt her tethers pop back to her, an indication that the bull man's friends had abandoned him. Zero sighed and put a hand on the bullman's shoulder. "So what's it gonna be? Are you going to call the cops on him? His friends are already long gone." Or at least far enough away that she wasn't changing their gravity any more. She realllly, reaaaaaaallllly hoped they'd remembered to walk down toward the ground as she'd instructed then before that happened.
They didn't even make it home. Sloppy making out up against the wall outside the club and finding just enough cover to get further. It was exhilarating. It was scandalous. It was almost... Just almost... Not quite what what she wanted or needed. Carlee was lovely, but their connection was so incredibly superficial and nearly wholly physical at this point. As soon as they were through, the smell of nearby garbage made the whole experience less exhilarating and feeling more and more like a mistake.
"Well, call me if you change your mind," wasn't the best of goodbyes. But it was so much more than Raine deserved. She stood there in a dizzy, sloppy haze as Carlee walked away.
Raine hit the wall behind her, coming away with something yucky smudged across her palm, and even more regrets. She needed... she needed to do something better. We can do better. bounced around in her head like a mockery of everything tonight. Well, there was at least one thing Raine was still kinda good at.
Up at the top of a nearby building, Raine slipped into her catsuit, shimming out of her dress and everything that reminded her of tonight and into a domino mask instead. That left her catsuit sitting a little differently than usual, but it was better to be someone else right now. She'd used the suit as an excuse to get here on time. Now she was glad she could use it to get away.
She slid her ear piece in and clicked it on to hear a low hum of radio chatter from the police. Nothing was terribly interesting so she swung her clothes home and grabbed a bottle of pre-mixed margarita. Her buzz was fading again and if there really was no action...
She drank straight from the bottle.
And then nearly choked on her huge swig when she did in fact hear something interesting. Raine reached up to roll the volume wheel up and hone her focus.
Brunette in a cat suit? Could be nothing. Or, it could be the one that got away with the small statue from the art museum. What were the odds...?
"Never tell me the odds." She quoted to herself and then took another hefty gulp and slipped on her own window sill. It was fine to just go check, right? Just looking never hurt nobody.
A tipsy Zero swung out of her apartment, forgetting that she still had her bottle of premixed margarita in hand. That was incredibly awkward when she'd wanted to throw a tether with that hand. She ended up juggling it and finding a building top to guzzle the last of it. Waste not, want not. Zero threw her tether to zoom off again, accidentally forgetting the bottle yet again. This time, she didn't have the wherewithal to catch it before it smashed against the alleyway below, near to a bit of park grass. Or. Actually. Zero amended her thoughts as she looked it over. Not exactly a park. Was that... someone's house? Or maybe a museum?
Oh. Yeah. It totally had to be a museum. She'd arrived! And had to slap her hand over her mouth to keep herself from shouting hooray about it. Oh, but then her fingers still smelled like... you know. She really should have washed her hands better. Or. At all.
Something else attracted Zero's ADD attention span. Something... moved? Squirrel! And then she devolved into barely contained laughter at her own joke. Yeah. She cracked herself up. Who needed company when she was such good?
They could do better for Malia's sake. That was why Raine had chatted up a blonde. There was clearly some chemistry between herself and Steph, but since it couldn't be acted on someone—almost anyone— would do for Raine at this point. And for Steph... maybe a blonde?
"Is that her?" Carlee pressed in close to see where Raine was looking. There wasn't a huge window between the press of bodies. "Looks like she's doing okay for herself."
Raine was... unexpectedly crushed.
Carlee whuffed out a quick laugh against Raine's ear. "I don't want to get in the middle of this."
"We just came for a good time."
"Then have a good time, Raine. You don't look like you are right now."
She was right. This was her own choice, so there wasn't a point in torturing herself over it. Raine offered the drink she'd bought for Steph to her new friend. She channeled everything, that chemistry and need, toward Carlee. It wasn't too long until they were giggling and sloppy walking out arm in arm.
Zero was bullhandled over the shoulder of the mutant who was fighting the vigilantes. She was thrown toward the wall with force. He clearly didn't know her power, though. She would have landed hard if she'd left her gravity there, but Zero dropped her tether and started a new one that she threw at his face.
Zero went flying toward the wall, slowed, stopped, and zipped right back with both her feet driving heel first at the man's stubborn chin. If ColdSteel had not just slammed the guy in the ribs, he no doubt could have defended against the annoyance of Zero. And truly, her kick hardly threw his balance off. Yet again, she proved to have too little mass and not enough tethers to work with to increase her output.
So, that's where training came in. As the bullman dug into wrecking ColdSteel (sorry, buddy!), Zero got a good leg lock around his neck for a choke. He pummeled ColdSteel, but backed off as soon as he realized his world was swimming.
Now came the rough part. He reached up, swinging up at Zero. But she knew that if she could just hold on, keep her lock tight and consistent, he would pass out imminently. Her legs, thighs, and butt were all in reach. Thankfully the angle did not allow him to even try for her face or ribs. But he was strong. She just had to hold on...
On some fronts, Raine was feeling a lot more clear headed. On other fronts, Raine was absolutely losing the war. Moving and grooving had burned through her pleasant alcoholic haze. She really had a lot less to blame her actions on, because unfortunately she was feeling downright sober.
Touching Steph cheek to jaw, front to front, thigh to thigh had been risk enough. As Steph laid claim to Raine’s neck, her brain entered a whole new level of meltdown.
Not sharing tonight could be just an excuse, but her friend’s hands had tightened against her skin. She could do better. She could be doing nothing different than she was now, and that was already better.
Raine breathed in. Steph’s neck was about all she could reach and tit for tat would only be fair. Only, she didn’t want fair. Raine wanted to tip her face upwards and pull Steph’s down. She wanted Steph’s lips to know better purchase.
They’d already been through all that, though.
The man moved on and Raine stepped backwards, a big enough step that not even Steph’s hand could stay against her skin.
”We can do better.” She repeated the words with growing conviction. They were friends. They didn’t have to sacrifice that here for some fleeting desire that couldn’t be acted upon.
But Raine needed something. Quick. She fled to the bar for a refresher and bumped into a lovely blonde who seemed fairly unattached. Before the two drinks-- one for her and one for Steph-- were even ready, Raine was tucking the other woman’s hair behind her ear. Somehow, she was feeling a bit less handicapped when it came to hitting on other women.
Of course they would jump in together. It'd be weird if they didn't right? Like some girl code violation akin to going to the restroom alone. It just wasn't done.
Raine's heels pounded the floor, already synchronizing with the beat before they'd made it through the half-in, half-out fringe dancers. But that wasn't where Raine and Steph were going. They were going right for the middle. There was a bit of space there for those with the energy to move most.
The press of bodies was warm, hands and thighs brushing even after the thumping music found purchase in Raine's ribcage and expressed its rhythm through her movements. A hand found Raine's hip and slipped south. She picked up it up and set it high on her waist and the fingers slotted into the cutout in her dress.
It was warm, but it wasn't burning like it was downstairs. Her heart was beating, but she wasn't about to burst. She was moving and in moving, she got to spend her energy having fun and burning through her one-too-many.
As the crowd increased, their space decreased. Steph's hand was not the only one on her. Someone was occupying and entering the space directly behind Steph. Raine had been trying not to look anywhere, but when he leaned forward past Raine to whisper in Steph's ear enough was enough. Raine stepped into Steph completely in order to insert herself between her friend and the man. He was mid-proposition, smelling like breath and whiskey and talking about tonight's possibilities. Steph. And. Raine. And him.
Spiral staircase, in heels, three glasses of wine in. Raine did her best to lean more heavily on the railing so she wouldn't pull Steph down the stairs and on top of her. Actually... no! Wait...? No. Yeah. They could both get really hurt so no.
Once they were at the top of the stairs, Raine swayed in an echo of their earlier dance. Maybe it would have been better to stay downstairs where the crowd was more personal. With her fingers tangled in Steph's Raine was sure she could feel the other woman's eyes on her so she pulled her shoulders back and stood up to her tallest. She wasn't intimidated by the crush of bodies. No sir-ee.
Raine had to let Steph's hand go as someone came up the stairs behind them and needed through. It gave Raine a slightly different vantage point to see a space in the crowd that looked like it might be fun. Girls and boys danced in a mash of hands and the beat. It wasn't as intimate as downstairs. In fact, by comparison it was downright anonymous.
"We should just jump in" She pointed, afraid that her voice couldn't be heard over the beat. "C'mon." She skipped toward the dance floor and waved Steph along after her.
She would never set fire to Raine? But she was already. With her hands against the exposed portions of Raine's skin and the adorable mumbled additions to the song in order to amend her name out... Raine was sure she was in trouble. No amount of wine was going to dislodge this train. The tracks were laid and the course was set to full on collision.
She wanted it. She'd had so many very good and clear reasons not to want this mere moments ago. Where was her head?
The song changed and Steph had started them swaying to the tune of something recognizable, but too old for Raine to really know the words. She craned her head to see the couple dancing, the ones that had earned the dedication of the tune while one of her own hands found purchase on Steph's hip. The men swayed forehead to forehead and that managed to bank the fire in her chest from raging down to a sweet warmth.
How many years had they lasted? How many years more were their future? Was that kind of love in Raine's future?
Like magnets her eyes were drawn to Steph's lips moving in time with the chorus.
Some of the couple's friends started chanting kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss. Her eyes half-lidded, Raine thought that didn't seem like a half-bad idea. She moved toward Steph and every millimeter made her more and more aware of just how hard her heart was beating. She veered at the last moment to drain the last of her glass over Steph's shoulder and whisper in her friend's ear. "Maybe we try the other side? The crowd here is cute, but I got energy to burn."
Raine took a step back and smiled. As if she hadn't just barely avoided self immolation.
Zero thought she heard something about assassination as she came in hot from the side. She hit the bull full on with both feet in the back. He staggered forward, but not much else as Zero realized that he was strong and she didn't weigh nearly enough to be a bother. It was enough to dislodge an iceman from the other side, though. So... not a complete loss?
Zero stood parallel to the ground, perpendicular to the bull man with her feet firmly planted against his back. He turned this way and that, but Zero's gravity was sideways. He couldn't dislodge her.
> ”Thank you angel.”
ColdSteel must have hit his head. Zero gave a small 'heh' and waggled her fingers by way of a hello to the bull who she'd mostly just annoyed at this point.
He wasn't buying it, but she was quite difficult to reach dancing on that one particular hard-to-reach spot on his back. It helped that she could jump when his hands came close, and land right back where she came from.
It didn't really help her stop him, though.
Zero checked on the bull's friends who seemed to not yet be far enough along that she could safely drop their gravity. The distraction was enough for bullman to catch Zero's ankle and try to yoink her over his shoulder.
