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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Jupiter grinned and told the Cabbie to take them to their Lair….ok so he just gave him the address but he might as well have asked the guy to deliver them to a volcano for the look he got, the look he always got, it seemed cabbies new the underground of new York more then most, because they seemed to know that the sanctuary equaled trouble. They took the path carefully as the man didn’t want to mess up the goods that would apparently be amusing a lot of puzzle loving people.
Venus rolled to his other side when she held a hand up to her face, rolled open a drawer and took out an over the counter pain killer packet and then opened the minifridge that was near the bed and grabbed a water bottle. “If you’re still in pain, these help a decent amount.”
~~”I know you wouldn’t. That’s the only reason I’m still here and you’re not…well, I don’t know what I could have done, but I’m not defenseless. I could tell that malice was the last thing on your mind…and for Elle…I’m sure she thought she was doing me a favor. Apparently we’re a nice study in being physically similar, but different in every other aspect.”
“Hmmmm, I wouldn’t be so quick to conclude it still isn’t a favor, even if the intended favor isn’t at all what occurs.” He winked at her. “ Perhaps, this chance meeting was a bit of fate, even if by mischievous means.”
~~“Well, it’s nice to know that chivalry still exists…even in obviously amorous gentlemen such as yourself.”
“I , do what I ca of course, sweetheart.”
~~”Well,”, ”I’m not sure how much you want to know…but I’m of Ireland, if you couldn’t tell. I grew up in a convent orphanage and lived there until I moved here. I’ve been in New York several months now, working and such, and tonight I ran into a bit of trouble. One of the residents, Garrett, found me like this…” ”In the subway station and brought me here for medical attention. I’d met Elle once before, and she happened to be here tonight, she brought me here…and I suppose the rest is history.”
“I see well if you could describe the one that did that We might be able to organize something to ensure that this doesn’t happen to others.” He wanted to say something along the lines of breaking the man into littles pieces but he thought that might be a bit over doing it. so he moved on. “Ah I assumed Irish but didn’t want to guess, people tend to take offense and rose by the sisters, interesting.”
~~”Are you always red?”
Venus had only a chance to smile before she was apologizing.
~~”I’m so sorry…that was so rude. It’s just…I’ve never met anyone like you before, is that why you live here? It must be hard to wear your mutation so clearly on your sleeve. I’ve only heard horror stories of the registration…but they were enough. It must have been hard for you.”
He let out a small laugh. “No, no don’t apologize, there is no reason to. I am hardly one of a kind as far as my look goes, but I can’t say that I am common either.” He smiled not wanting to go into how there were about seven of the rarities. “Yes, I am always Red, and sense I know a bit of your mutation I can tell you the ever so surprising information that aside from being Red, that I am very strong. to be honest being a mutant and seen for one is quite liberating, I can’t say I don’t want them to know I am a mutant today. And so I am a mutant like you are Irish. It isn’t hard, it isn’t easy, it simply is.”
He paused and then went on conversationally answering the other comments and questions.
“ I live here because my brothers and sister do. And the fact is that the registration act couldn’t contain me, they were terrible times and that is why I joined up with the Liberation force as soon as I could. I suppose you realize I am not the violent type but that was a rare occasion where it was necessary. All of our people being caged and treated worse then most would treat animals. But we prevailed and it makes you see things in a different light, for instance living life to its fullest and not for instance shying away when something feels right.”
Venus shuffled for the remote and stopped the music from the title sequence from repeating any more, he pushed another button and put something soft and instrumental in the back ground. “ I see you found my manly stash of Audrey H.” he raised an eyebrow at her.
"Mhmm!" he replied again with a little more emphasis.
~~ “Oh, dear Jaxon is it? Well, sweet Venus, I look forward to your persuasion… maybe I’ll upgrade you to more than enough.”
"Ah, maybe is but a matter of time dear." They naturally flowed through and with the music as it changed and merged into the next. and that seemed to be all he had to say, now he was letting the dance speak his part instead.
“Mhmm.” He replied quietly, as if she had just asked if his skin was red.
~~“Well, I’m glad you have more than muscle. It seems”
He moved and lead them fluidly through the steps of a complicated dance she followed along as if they had practiced for years with each other, he would enjoy her if she had decided that they could move like this in anther setting. All this doubt in her mind would be fun to remove.
~~“I suppose they will have to be good enough…”
“I look forward to changing that statement to more than enough, dear Jaxxon.”
They would dance an dance and per haps dance until there dress shoes left them wanting to die, but then unlike some other’s they were used to the ritz and their feet had sometime long ago become accustomed to the pain that came with the shined black torture devices that the world called dress shoes.
He grinned. At her little laugh and comment. “It beats all the back and forth.”
He jotted down his number on the back of a card he found in his wallet. He handed to Fiona after she was done lookin at her phone. If she bothered to look at the other side she would see it already had his info on it in much more legable writing
~~"Thank you. I'll be meeting with you shortly to arrange things."
He set the bundle of things down gently at the foot of her bed.
“Ok, sounds like fun.” If she called him she would soon be receiving a text with something silly in it about every thirty minutes or so. She would have atl east one person contacting her, even if he was big, red and some sort of crazy. He paused and turned around before the door shut, “I like your hair, the color is good.” He then turned around just as randomly and made his way.
A foot had planted itself on his jaw while the other one was firmly in his grip He grimaced and pushed his neck forward, if he was still in his true form he could have snapped the opposing ankle with only his neck muscles. But no he was human right now, he was Earth and he was not pleased. He began to raised foot to smash the opposing leg to the ground when a whistling of air buzzed behind his hand and then the crescendo after words left him dizzy.
With his face braced against the foot it left no room for his head to move forward when his hard skull made the shovel ring like a bell, he saw the vibrations, for a moment everything was bright and vibrant and then everything struck him wit h a dull dark pain. was he in the void? no....the void didn't hurt like this. if the shovel didn't at least have a smudge of blood, he'd be surprised... who got hit with a shovel again?
He toppled forward and vaguely heard a couple speaking around him civil but menacing all at once. Were they speaking English? Or were the speaking underwater? English under water?
He let a dull moan escape his leaps as his body lay on something that wiggled beneath him and something left a small pressure on top, of something. Where was he? His eyes blinked and tried to make sense of the brown that had a spiky green patch coming toward his eyes.
The noise around him, the words hurt his mind. He groaned again and his fingers wiggled as feeling came back to them. He felt nauseated. Why wouldn’t the thing under him quit moving and behave like the thing on top of him? If he had the energy he would tell the things. He would.
After the pair was securely in the void they were sure to notice a thing or to about there surroundings….or lack there of. Lack was more important then surrounding. Abyss spoke with his mind to them echoing around them through the m in them, there voices were the same. Like thoughts. The void was like closing your eyes under water in the dark and then taking away you sense of feeling too. Shutting off all of your senses and leaving only your mind, no pain, nothing.
The answer is simple Bear, you do know why you have the ability you just don’t want to admit it, you are a mutant, you are an improvement on the human race.
It was interesting to see what others had to say when they were in the void often not realizing that their thoughts would be out loud as well. He Moved to where he had parked his motorcycle and proceeded quickly to the Sanctuary, he would take them to the infirmary where someone would be able to take a look at him, even if Sebastian was gone. Someone would hit him with some morphine and re align his jaw if necessary. He made his way to the sanctuary quickly weaving in and out of traffic easily.
Jupiter smiled and waited a bit by Hymn and then had the young man ring up all of the puzzles. after that he had the man ring up the one that Hymn was playing with and then they called a van Taxi to take them where ever Hymn would like to go. He thought she was still staying at the sanctuary but the fact was that mutants liked to move around a bit more, Nomadic.
They had the puzzles loaded into the van and Hymn was still not paying any attention to him. So he tried something a little bit different, Hey Hymn, Are we gonna get all these home? He bent and got ready to simply lift her and put her in the van if necessary. He waved a hand in front of her face and wiggled his fingers.
He scooped up Hymn lifting her with out pause. He carried her much like he carried everything else to the van He set her on the middle benh and the further side. Buckling around her, maybe the lack of light when the doors shut would get her attention. When she said she liked puzzles, she meant it., but she was amazing at them as well, so he couldn’t blame her, it was kind of like being able to watch a master artist at work. He actually felt bad about interrupting her, except that other wise they were getting shut in the store as the shop boy said he had a date, which he doubted.
“Hey Hymn, you are still at the sanctuary, aren’t you?”
~~”It’s not your fault.””You can’t control what you feel any more than anyone else can. I’m just…””I know you didn’t…it’s just…so much all at once, and I can feel me, and you…and maybe someone next door. Is there someone next door?”
“Ok good.” He said patting her hand at the acceptance of his apology. “Well we are at the end of the hall, so Kind of next door, but I think the guys wen to sleep or are sleeping so next door but asleep.”
~~”Needing my romantic horizons broadened doesn’t even start to describe it…and I don’t even know you.”
Venus smiled a light smile and where the inferno of passion, lust, and interest in her had turned to a candle, the candle now had a friend. “ Well, I don’t think there is a better way to get to know someone, but I can tell by that lovely blush, that you might be a bit more innocent then I thought. My offer of getting to know one another still stands.” All this was said with a respectful if appreciative tone,
~~”Please don’t go…”. ”I’ve had a terrible night and I don’t think I can be alone.”
“Ok Sweetheart, I won’t leave, unless you want me to. Though let me grab a pair of pants.” He stood slowly, not at all hiding his physique, he moved slowly, more than anything because he hadn’t wanted to show her more of his body then he already had, silk had a habit of…being easy access. That was why he liked it so much. , ”This is your room, isn’t it”
His lips turned a bit pouty at that question as he pulled on a baggy pair of black silky Pajama pants. “Yes it is,” He admitted and then apologized for his blonde partner in crime. “ Don’t be too hard on her, I am sure she meant no harm, She also knows that I’d never hurt you.”
~~”What’s your name?””You know mine…”
“Venus, I mentioned it but you were a bit over whelmed. I don’t have a last name really, but that is a long story.”
~~”You’re very good at that…by the way. Reigning yourself in…thank you.”
“Well, I have always made sure that any hint of being unwelcome sexually as an off switch, I am a firm believer in the whole no means no area. So, Tell me about yourself Kealey Quinn.”
He lay down on the opposite side of the bed. He propped his head up on one arm and lay on his side. One knee pointed toward the ceiling while the other stretched down the bed, his tail lazily cascaded off his side of the bed. He subconsciously posed much like an underwear model might have. Again showing off his muscled form. His hand reached over and lightly put his finger tips on her arm maintaining a contact that helped to tear down barriers that personally space typically demanded.
"Then cuddles you shall have." he got into the bed and with her and enveloped her in cuddle goodness, every so often nuzzling her cheek or ear with his face.
The next few weeks went like that. Any girls jealous about her made their peace with it, Jaxxon had won, game set match.
Time steadily moved forward and the bundle grew. Names were tossed back and forth and the child a was doomed to have or lucky to have parents that preferred creativity. The child would not be receiving a classical human name. though neither of them were so cruel as to name the child moon unit either. Time went buy and they learned as they went. Pluto studied baby information. Jaxon was held captive and forced to take it easy. sometimes whether she liked it or not.
~~”What you’re feeling…I feel it too.” At first thought he thought that he was going to have his way with her.”I’ve never felt anything like you before. It’s so…intense…I can’t even tell what I’m feeling.”
And then it clicked, she meant she really could feel what he was feeling, of course she was a mutant and his emotions were trespassing on her.
“Oh man, I am sorry, I didn’t mean to force all of of this on you.” He pointed to his heart not his head. As that was truly where he thought the particular feelings he was producing came from.
He was feeling pretty good about everything at the moment so initially he didn’t take that as a bad thing. “I’m sorry. How can I help you? Can I help you know?
“Oh! Sweetie no.” he swept a tear up. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
~~”I…want to…””But I don’t know if it’s me…I don’t know…I wish I knew…I'm so confused...”
“Would it help if I left and came back or got us something to eat?” he wiped another tear away. “ You can sort out what you think away from what I think.?”
He honestly felt guilty for the way he feel, this was the first time he felt bad for his natural lust for life and most of those who lived it. and even then it wasn’t that he felt bad for feeling it, it was that he felt bad for making her feel it in such a manner.
“wait no I shouldn’t have to leave let me reel my self in.” he promptly removed his hands from her cheeks and turned to face the wall. He took a deep breath and then repeated it a few times. old people, old people old people
He was about to turn toward her again after he had severed his current mood.
His hand kneaded her shoulder in a particular spot he found a bit of extra tension.
~~“I…I don’t know…”
“ask and find out.” He replied already taking a bit of an instructing tone.
~~ “I can feel you…”
He resisted making that a more literal offer and listened as she said what she was trying to say.
~~ “How…you’re so intense…I don’t understand…”
He looked at her with a curiosity in his eyes that made him even more intrigued then the feisty girl he had made up in his mind, she was better than feisty, she was innocent. Truly.
His gave her bedroom eyes, that worked well enough on most to do half of the work for him.
“ I suggest you find out, so I can help you understand.”
He let that deviant statement hang in the air and then proceded, with something that he might conider a disclaimer..
“ I absolutely would never force you to do anything you wouldn’t want to, I am not a fan in the least of those that take advantage of others, quite the opposite. I do wish however that you might consider my initial purpose here. I could open your eyes and help you feel things that you would do well to experience.” He looked at her and estimated how far to push her and how far she could be pushed.
“honestly, I think that you might be passing an opportunity to take what you want, however you want it.” He bit his lips slightly, they probably saw more chap stick and lip gloss then most females. His lips were cultured and trained, supple and soft and wanted nothing more then to explore the woman before him.
“ Perhaps A kiss could make up your mind?” At this point he was ready to take her answer for what it was if she said yes…well, game on. If she said no, perhaps a quiet night in, first, would do the trick.
Venus leaned back slightly setting his but on the edge of the bed with a thud, fear was not what he had expected, perhaps she hadn’t been told what to expect. Reluctantly he accepted that his mere mass would be enough to cause fear and his look wasn’t the friendliest upon first glance. “shhhhh.” He tried to soothe. “I wouldn’t hurt you, Sweetie. ” he said in a gentle voice. He smiled and raised his hand to message er left shoulder, he did so with a slow and calm deliberate motion. He tried to exude relxation into the woman. a bit of confusion causing him to momentarily search for the right words and then settled for moving strait to the point and borrowed a phrase. “ I was informed that you, might need to expand your romantic Horizons and perhaps I could fill such a need with a tender grace?”
He gave her a charming smile as he then sat wordlessly on the edge of the bed patience winning over his initial excitement. She perhaps was simply one of those that took a moment to wake up. He then judged the situation. And leaned back so she could have a better look at him the same as he was appreciating her form.
~~“Okay you talented hulk you, mold me as you will, I am your humble lump of clay…… But, if I’m gonna be standing around doing this, you gotta give me something back, you gotta do that thing I like, you know the one.”
His breathe caught into his throat and a heavy huff of need burst from his lungs.
~~“……talk to me…..fill me in, tell me about everything. How was the void? Being trapped in there with all your brothers? Did you go crazy? Whats it like having your own space again?”
“The painting and the talk, I think might have to wait for later.” He once again scooped her up. He walked onto his bed and then set her out on the bed, her brown hair pooling in a chocolate mess behind her head. His lips fluttered over her now much more bare skin.
“You I am afraid much to your disappoint, have just convinced me, to do all of the little things you like.” His lips moved down her in a way that can no longer be typed or even thought about. His crimson Eyes stared up at her reactions to each and every bit of change in pressure an contact.