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.
Date night. Why were things like this always so impossible?
Janelle had ran through the entire series of emotions as she prepared for the excursion. Max had sent her the time and Janelle assumed he was going to meet her at the gates of the Mansion. The redhead glanced at her bedside table and the clock that sat there...she had 10 minutes before she needed to start walking.
Glancing around the room Janelle sighed, pretty much every piece of clothing she owned was spread out over every flat surface she could find. Why was this so hard? Max hadn't specified what they were doing and Janelle hadn't wanted to press and seem needy. A sun dress was always a good option, even if it was night and the redhead had chosen accordingly...eventually.
The yellow dress made her look too washed out, it was still spring and her skin was so darn pale. Pink was out of the question, and Janelle shook her head wondering who had ever thought it would be a good idea to purchase it for a redhead....and so it had continued until finally she found something tolerable. The dress fell to just above her knees, short but not so short that she would have trouble walking or sitting. The top was a shade darker than white and there was a wide ruched band of black at the waist. The skirt was the redhead's favorite part, probably owing to the decorations. Sprays of magenta and sky blue flowers speckled the skirt becomingly, their leaves and petals contrasted against the cream color of the background. They weren't large cartoon-looking flowers either, they looked real, like they'd been pulled from a field in full bloom.
It would work, she supposed.
Thanking every deity she could imagine that the adult rooms at the Mansion had their own bathrooms, Janelle rushed into hers to put the finishing touches on her makeup. The redhead didn't wear much of the stuff, but it was still important to do one's level best. Finally came soft ballet flats that would be comfortable for walking and after grabbing her small purse, Janelle was out the door to her room...cleaning would have to wait for later.
Down the hall she went and out the front doors of the Mansion. Had the walkway always been this long? As she neared the gates, Janelle could see a figure standing on the other side. Recognizing Max from their impromptu lunch, Janelle grinned.
"Fancy meeting you here." she said nonchalantly, putting her code into the keypad to open the gate and walk through to the other side. [cololor=darkorchid]"I hope you weren't waiting too long." [/color] Surely she didn't look as nervous as she felt.
When was she free and what time should he pick her up? Like free today? She wasn't dressed for a date...that hadn't been the goal when she'd left the mansion this morning.
Janelle looked at her watch and the computer in front of her, then back up at Max. To be honest, there wasn't much to do besides ask for clarification on the subject.
"Are you talking about today? If so, I'm done with classes at five. Otherwise...well, it's the same every day. Done at five." How to say the next part without sounding like a loser...there wasn't any way. "I don't have any plans for the next few days." . Her social calendar had been woefully empty lately.
Max commented that he liked this place and Janelle nodded, "Definitely much more interesting than all the other drinking halls I've wandered into." .
Well, hadn't this conversation become a roller coaster of emotions? He'd wagered a date if he won, then said he didn't want to win, then finished up with a ball thrown into Janelle's court.
Choice was her prize, and it looked like there would be no easy way out for someone who had insisted on winning the game. If she wanted to have the date, she was going to have to actually say yes.
Janelle didn't consider herself an accomplished flirt, Max's skills were obviously vastly superior to her own. However, in the grand scheme of things this had been a very successful lunch. The least she could do was give it a whirl.
Janelle leaned back, body language significantly more relaxed than she really felt. It wouldn't do to seem TOO eager, right?
A snap of the fingers and the can fell into Max's outstretched hand.
He was giving her clues, wasn't he? Didn't he want to win? It was a funny thought and the redhead couldn't contain the small bubble of mirth that bubbled up inside her.
Back to the clues.
Couldn't make things fly...per se.
Things simply fell with style.
They also rose. Air currents? There had been no wind...what else made things rise?
No, what else made things fall. She had been looking at things wrong the whole time. Janelle had a sneaking suspicion she had the mystery sorted out.
"Gravity." she said softly, a slow grin spreading across her features.
"You really shouldn't give so many clues if you want to win a game. What's my prize?"
Janelle hadn't really thought that Max was reading her mind. As he assured her of the fact though, Janelle's features relaxed into the slight smile she had worn before.
Max tapped the soda can and it began to float as well. He hid it with his other hand and Janelle made note, he was shy about his powers...more shy than she was at least. Why about other things...not so much. A guessing game, with a date as a wager? Janelle gave the Jasper Kane cafe another positive mark. This lunch had been terrible for her productivity, but who cared about freshman English when there were more diverting pursuits to follow.
Two more guesses. Janelle wasn't one to throw a game simply because the penalty was every bit as interesting as the prize for winning.
Well. There was the obvious, "Hmmmm. Guess one. You can fly, or make other things fly. That begs the question of whether or not you can fly while you make other things fly."
It was a fair guess, and it made sense. She waited to see how she had done.
Ten minutes from farms and ranches. Having grown up in suburbia her whole life, one might have suspected that Janelle had little to no experience with such things. She'd ridden horses growing up though, and had spent a fair amount of time in stables and barns.
"People think it's weird, but I always liked farm smells. Hay and oats and horses." Commiseration could not be overrated, and she was a long way from those days now.
All of these positive interactions with her powers were starting to go to Janelle's head, she decided, as Max pointed out that she literally interacted with life itself. When put that way, it did sound awful cool.
Max grinned and Janelle watched with mild interest as he pulled the tab from his soda can and placed it in his palm. Then the thing started to float. Janelle put the flower down and leaned a bit closer, trying to see if anything was holding the small piece of metal in the air.
Nope. So he was a mutant too. Sure people could pull of things like this Janelle had heard of bar tricks, but this wasn't a bar, and something about this didn't seem like a trick, no matter what Max said.
Now it was her turn to be impressed, "So, magnetic fields? Telekinesis?" she tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowed in feigned suspicion, "Have you been reading my mind this whole time?"
Science genius. Janelle snorted a bit at the though. If that had been true, she wouldn't have had to spend the whole morning studying. It was, however, nice to see someone take such an interest in her powers. Nobody had found them this interesting in a long time.
Could she make fruit?
Janelle nodded her head at the question, "As long as the flower has already been pollinated. I can't make something out of nothing. The parts have to already be there. I can...move things along though." she glanced around the grounds, it was too early for fruit to be growing, but some of the plants might be in bloom. "Got something in mind?"
Virginia. That sounded...exotic. Janelle sighed a bit wistfully, sometimes it was frustrating to be a Northeasterner who had spent most of her life closer to Canada than a lot of people ever got.
Sure, she wasn't actually from New York, but "upstate" was just as bad.
"Must have been a bit of a change, moving up here." she said. "I'd been up here a number of times in the summer and actually living here was a hell of an adjustment.
Janelle had known that Max might put together the fact that she was a mutant when she mentioned Xavier's school. It was one of those things...the redhead liked to get the info out upfront though. Especially to friendly, good-looking guys who were good conversationalists. Leaning forward on the table, Janelle smiled a bit conspiratorially, plucking one of the flowers from the bunch on the table and holding it out. The petals grew larger and more bright as the flower swelled in size.
"Plant stuff. Shocking right? Don't be too impressed."
Well, if we all acted according to human nature than we would have never progressed past loincloths and clubbing women over the head to find a mate. The world has adapted to lots of things...this is just one more."
Max was, in general, very kind about her chosen course of study and Janelle grinned and shrugged. "You never know. I could be on the cover of horticulture monthly in a few years. Wouldn't that be something new?" The redhead demurred.
As for the next question, Janelle shook her head, "I'm from upstarts. I moved down about a year or so ago to finish high school at Xavier's. Got done a semester early, took some time to apply to schools, and here I am. What about you? Are you one of those rare people who are actually from New York?"
Paying the homeless to walk around as wi-fi hot spots? Janelle frowned at the thought. Max voiced that he thought the practice to be humanizing and the little redhead nodded her head vigorously.
"Oh, I'd never advocate for something like that. My approach is that access to the knowledge that the internet provides is a basic human right. Denying it to anyone is akin to forcing ignorance. It's like putting people on a registry simply because of their genetics." That was something Janelle would never understand.
Max sipped his soda and leaned back with the casual confidence that only someone comfortable in their own skin could assume. Janelle was impressed, he couldn't be much older than her, but he seemed to have it all figured out. He was a dancer, apparently, and wanted to be an actor. Marketing made a great deal of sense. It all made her chosen profession pale in comparison.
Still, he asked, and Janelle smiled in appreciation for his interest, "You research, or your teach." she said simply, "It's nothing as exciting as acting or broadway...but with my particular talents, it's what makes sense." .
Well how about that, Janelle had found herself a real member of the X-Team. Sure she'd seen them around, and some of them even taught at the school, but it wasn't like she hung out and talked to any of them or pet their dogs.
"That must be exciting." The little redhead said, "And I can understand that you wouldn't have time for school immediately. There's always time though, if you decide you'd like it."
College was a lot to handle though, even for someone who wasn't on a team of vigilantes who fought evil on a regular basis.
Apparently, Janelle thought, she had gotten so caught up in her ire towards her professor that she'd completely forgotten to answer one of the questions she'd been asked. How rude of her! Also, his name was Max. Max the prospective marketing major. Alliteration made everything easier to remember!
"My paper is on whether or not cities should provide free wi-fi within their limits. Would you believe that we literally drew out of a hat?" she asked, tapping her fingertips against the table. The redhead sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm still a bit salty about the whole thing. It isn't bad though, the resources I found for evidence are actually really interesting. Just not what I would have picked for myself."
Hmmm. The question of her major again. It always seemed to come up when people found out she was in school. It made sense though, and it was small talk.
"Botany." she said simply, nodding towards the flowers "I've got something of a green thumb, so it made a lot of sense."
That said, the redhead dug into her salad. It really had been worth the walk to this dining hall. Between that and her newfound company, Janelle was very quickly moving the Jasper Kane hall to the top of her list.
"Marketing is one of those wide reaching majors. Any plans for specializing?" Best to keep the conversation going.
Janelle nodded her head when her table mate pointed out that the professor was probably just giving them busy work so that they had things to do until the end of the semester.
"Probably...but that's about the dumbest thing I ever heard. It's not like we don't all have like 5 other finals to study for." The redhead considered the pile of books she'd stacked on the chair next to her.
"I think it's a conspiracy. College is really just about breaking us down so that the real world can mold us in whatever image they want."
That said, Janelle frowned slightly and shook her head as her new friend (she'd let him sit, that meant they were friends) called himself a loser and said he'd just started the registration process.
"No no no. See, what you need to tell people is that you took a year to find yourself and you're just getting around to the whole school thing. It'll sound very hipster chic." she finished with a grin.
The redhead offered a hand, "I'm Janelle by the way. If you have any questions that need answers that aren't sales pitches, I'd be happy to help."
Janelle supposed that was true, she'd never really thought of things that way though. To her, the mansion had been a place where people either learned how to control their mutations to a point where they could integrate with society, or they became a part of the larger picture. They used their powers to affect real change on the city and sometimes the world. Those were the people with powers like Gawain though, powers that could do things.
Gawain asked what she was studying for and Janelle tucked the flower into the Angua's collar. "There. Now you're pretty." she said, then picked up her biology text to show Gawain the cover. "Freshman Bio. It's actually my favorite class. I am predictably a botany major...so it makes sense."
Janelle studied her new friend for a moment, she couldn't really tell how old he was. "What about you? You in school?"
