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.
Ugh. Someone had failed to take the hint...now Janelle was going to have to socialize.
Looking up from the essay she was editing the redhead studied the interloper with slightly narrowed eyes. Was he a creep? A frat boy? None of those things seemed to be true, and he was kind of cute. Who was Janelle to stand in the way of a hungry dining hall goer? Janelle nodded her head to his question and moved the large stack of books to the empty chair to her side so there was space for him to set his tray.
English? Janelle nodded again and rolled her eyes slightly, "Yes" she said, the single word containing all of the exasperation she felt with the assignment. "Freshman argumentative essay. Finals are coming up, and my professor insists that the three drafts we've already turned in aren't enough. We need to find a few more things wrong and turn them in again."
Janelle looked at the newcomer again. He only had a single notebook, "What about you? Light load this semester?"
Janelle loved being a college student in New York.
Like everything else in New York, NYU's campus was larger than life. People from all walks and talks made their way to their classes, to study groups, to social events, and pretty much everything else you could think of doing on a college campus.
There was also food. It was a little known fact that there were 16 different dining hall locations across Brooklyn and Manhattan, and Janelle had made it a personal mission to eat something at every single one of them. Today's venue was the Jasper Kane Cafe. It didn't look anything like Janelle had pictures dining halls looking.
There were no cafeteria tables, no sneeze guards, and there wasn't a hairnet in sight. This place was almost like a restaurant. Turned out the food was good too. For that, and many other reasons...the place was absolutely packed.
This was not conducive to a working lunch.
Janelle sighed and held her tray, waiting for someone to get up and leave.
They did.
Well that was a pleasant and unexpected surprise.
Making her way to the empty table as quickly as possible, Janelle set down her tray. There. Territory claimed. Dropping her backpack and beginning to pull out her books, Janelle did her best to establish that despite the fact that she was the only one at the 4 person table, it was hers.
Freshman English was the order of the day. Final drafts of their argumentative essays were due soon and Janelle had been horrifically procrastinating hers in favor of playing with her powers. Since her meeting with Gawain on the Mansion lawn, it was something the little redhead had been doing a lot.
In fact...the table needed a little pick-me-up.
Reaching inside the little baggie she always carried in her purse, Janelle removed a small pinch of seeds and set them in the palm of her hand. A little bit of energy and a few moments later, a small bouquet of wildflowers had sprouted. Sitting in the middle of the table, Janelle smiled.
Gawain seemed surprised that Janelle hadn't done much work on her powers and she shrugged her shoulders, "I mean...I went to all of the required control lessons and all of that. I just never went out of my way to take up their time in the extra sessions."
This was interesting.
For a moment the redhead contented herself with petting the dog, who was still very excited about the flowers.
"I guess I figured that once I could get my power to work and stop working on command that I'd gotten all the help I needed. It's not like I'm going to make a huge difference with my powers like some people do...at least not in the way they do it."
Gawain seemed impressed by what Janelle had managed to do with the flower and she gave him a bit of a sidelong glance. Was he teasing her, or did he really think that what she was doing with the flower was interesting?
Nodding slowly, Janelle held the flower out for Gawain to take if he wanted. Angua sniffed the thing and Janelle grinned. The larger the flower, the more fragrant they usually were.
More questions, about her powers and Janelle shrugged her shoulders, "As far as I can tell, they resume life just as they would have if I hadn't messed with them. If this one doesn't get water and sun, it'll die just like any other flower. It'll stay the same size though. They don't shrink back down, and I've never really tried to make them. It seems cruel after making them so big and pretty." .
As for the rest, the little redhead shrugged, "I don't want to waste the time of the people at the school who do work with powers. There are people who need their help just to get by. I just make things pretty. What's the worse that will happen to me? I could develop an allergy, I guess, but still."
Janelle smiled again "I bet you had to practice a lot to learn how to go through mirrors." .
Janelle's mind was racing with all of the possibilities. To be able to go anywhere just by stepping through a reflective surface! There were so many other questions to ask, if two mirrors were two miles apart, did Gawain have to walk two miles to get between them? How small was too small? Did the mirror have to be big enough for him to climb out?
It was apparently her turn though. Eh. He was just being polite.
"I can." Janelle narrowed her eyes, looking at the flower in her palm. It was a gerber daisy, pretty things that could grow in a wide variety of bright colors. As she thought, the flower grew larger than any daisy had a right to grow. It was bright pink though, and rather robust looking.
"As far as I can tell, as long as I've got the energy to give, I can make it as big as I want. It's easier if they're already there, growing from seeds is tough."
Janelle cast a sheepish glance in Gawain's direction, "I don't practice much though...can't see much point."
Well. Gawain had just made it onto the list of people Janelle liked. Anything more than polite interest in her less than flashy power was a surefire way to ensure admission, calling it cool was a bonus.
Except that Gawain could walk through mirrors...
That was the exact type of thing Janelle had been talking about when she said that some other folks had way more impressive powers.
And he shape shifted into a girl every other day.
"Oh." was all the redheaded teen said for a moment, considering the information she'd been given before voicing a thought, "I suppose that's one way to think about mirror images."
What an interesting life to live. If Janelle was honest though, it was the whole mirror teleporting part that was more interesting...at least to her. "Do any reflective surfaces work, or do they have to be mirrors?"
Dogs were great, Janelle decided, watching the big girl settle herself into the grass for more pets. The redhead happily obliged as she listened to the owner speak.
It was strange to Janelle how things like that worked. It seemed ridiculous that two people could live in such close quarters and not know each other. Further explanation gave things a bit more perspective though, and a six month vacation would have done it. Janelle's first six months of time in New York had been overwhelming to say the least and if Gawain had been gone the second six months...well that made sense.
In response to the belated greeting, Janelle grinned and bobbed her head in thanks. As for her power, Janelle looked down at the pretty little flower she'd been growing. It was still a bit strange interacting with people about powers, especially one as mundane as hers.
"Yep." she said, holding out the flower in the palm of her hand and sending it enough energy to make it stand up in her palm. "Nothing impressive. Not like some of the others I've seen. Are you a mutant too?" While the question could be considered rude in some circles, this was the Mansion.
"It's a lovely name. She seems to like it. Terry Pratchett...Janelle had heard of the author, but hadn't ever read anything they'd written. Back home she'd been into the Sara Dessen, John Green slice of life books that tended to appeal to teenage girls. Now that she was at The Mansion, Janelle had been too busy reading for school to read for pleasure.
"I guess it depends on your definition of long." she said, still petting the dog. "A little over a year in reality. I came here to finish high school and am staying on while I work on my degree at NYU." .
Picking one of the flowers, Janelle twirled it around her fingers, the stem elongating as she twirled and the petals growing a bit larger as she fiddled, "What about you? I don't think I've seen you here before, and I hardly ever go anywhere else."
Punnett squares, as it turned out, were actually mildly therapeutic. There was something about all the combinations of letters in their predictable but seemingly abstract arrangements that was kind of beautiful. There were equations that existed to figure out the probability of traits in larger crosses, but two traits only meant sixteen boxes and that wasn't too many.
One problem finished, then two, some were simple dominance, some were incomplete or codominance. It all made sense. Maybe passing this final wasn't going to be as hard as it had seemed initially.
Janelle hadn't noticed the flowers springing up around her as she studied and the sudden appearance of a very large canine took her a bit by surprise.
"Hello doggy!" she said, in her customary greeting to unknown canines. This one was a very happy...girl, Janelle observed as the pup flopped herself on the flowers that had sprung up and gave them a good smoothing.
A voice rang out, apologizing for the antics of the pup. Janelle obliged the fuzzy beast with a hearty belly scratch. This was a face she didn't recognize.
"It's not a problem. I can just put them back when she's done." . The redhead gestured at her books, "Besides...there's no time like the present for a study break."
The name the new visitor had called was pretty and sounded like it would roll off the tongue, "Angua you said? What a nice name. Well Angua, I'm Janelle. Who is your friend?".
Ugh...college. Even after a whole semester, Janelle hadn't gotten used to the pace and the sheer volume of work that was involved with being a full time student. Finals were quickly approaching, and the redhead felt like she was simply buried in work. At least it was spring, and things were starting to get green again.
To that end, in her search for somewhere quiet to study in the Mansion, Janelle had found herself wandering the grounds. It was still chilly out, March in New York wasn't one of the warmer months, though there was a promise of the warmth to come...and the sun was out.
It hadn't rained for a while and the ground was dry enough to stretch out. Just smelling the grass and feeling the earth under her made Janelle feel loads better. Suddenly freshman biology didn't seem so bad...a good thing since a budding botanist needed to pass science classes to get her degree.
Janelle threw herself into her studies, focus narrowing as she relaxed a bit. This was what she had needed, a nice place where she could sense spring in the air.
As she studied, and without her notice, the grass around Janelle started to deepen in color, looking more and more vibrant. Little flowers that had simply started to sprout grew larger, little blooms springing up on their stalks. Janelle had gotten much better with her powers since coming to The Mansion, but sometimes it was hard when she was so connected to nature.
Flipping to the next page in her book and pulling her review closer, Janelle got to work on Dihybrid crosses. Mendel was definitely her kind of guy.
Janelle nodded her head in empathy, powers were funny things. Especially when they were new, powers could be a pain. "Is your roommate younger than you then?" she asked, head tilted slightly to one side. She'd had her powers for a few years now, and from her limited knowledge of other mutants, assumed that all of them got their powers around the same age.
"I've had mine for a few years now, and I can't do anything interesting, so I never had a 'settling in' period to deal with." Still, it would be weird to have someone skipping around in your dreams an unable to remember most of it...especially if you could.
All in all, Alex seemed like a good guy, though, and the roommate issues didn't seem too bad...except for the clothes. Janelle had to laugh at that final comment. "I was willing to deal with the brain raids," she said, unable to even fake solemnity, "But messy clothing habits are where I draw the line. You're on your own kid."
Janelle nodded mutely at Jiri's estimation of the situation. It had always been the same at her old school. STUCO would spend the entire year gathering pennies to rub together through candy bar and sucker sales to rent out some convention space or a hotel ballroom nice enough that the kids from Ithica High could hold their heads up when they ran into their friends from the private schools in surrounding areas that were able to simply spend a prom weekend at the Catskills resort that one of their uncles owned. Kids in Ithica weren't underprivileged, by any means, but seeing something like this for a simple club made a girl think. Then again, none of these kids were getting to go to their prom.
At Jiri's question, the redhead shook her head and smiled slightly, "I was lucky. My powers came in when I was a kid, at a party." Her cheeks pinked a bit and she chuckled, "There were well orchestrated dares involved and let's just say it was obvious what I was when there was suddenly a field of wildflowers under the trampoline we were all sitting on." It was actually a good memory.
"Never been able to do anything that cool again though. Mom and dad figured a junior and senior year here would be good to get me ready for the real world. Flower power or not, it isn't always hip to have an x-gene. You know?"
That had gotten just a bit heavy pretty quickly, "So you just got yours. Is it a good story or are we going to need more punch?"
"Oohhhhh" Janelle said, thinking that this roommate's power sounded like it was pretty cool. Though, considering the fact that a person didn't have any control over their dreams, she could see how it could be awkward as heck too. "Does he remember them when you guys wake up, or is it kind of like with everyone else where normally you can't remember what you were dreaming?" the redhead had to ask.
"All the more reason to try!" Janelle exclaimed with a conspiratorial smile, "Assuming, of course, that you meant the metaphorical kind of heart attack and not an actual, honest to goodness chest-clutcher. I'd hate to be responsible for all that." she said, taking one last bite of pudding before licking the spoon clean and replacing the lid.
"Seriously though, I'd offer up the extra bunk in my room, but I have a feeling the powers that be would frown upon cross-gender cohabitation."
Janelle laughed, “Are they really coincidences if they’re contrived?” she said, “Sometimes I don’t think that anything that happens here happens by accident.” But honestly, that’s what you got when you lived in a house full of precogs and mind readers.
Apparently cleanliness wasn’t a problem…it was something more power-related. That was something else that Janelle hadn’t thought about. What if she got a roommate, and they had some kind of weird power?
“Your dream state? How does that work?” she asked, a bit apprehensively. Suddenly this whole, ‘wanting a roommate’ thing seemed less than impressive. Maybe there was something to be said about sweet solitude.
As to changing rooms…
“I don’t think the powers that be would appreciate us switching, but you can just imagine the look on his face if I walked in and went about my business as if I were you.”
“Avoiding your roommate?” Janelle’s eyebrows rose as she took yet another spoon full of pudding. Was she going about this whole, ‘lack of roommate’ thing the wrong way? Was it actually a blessing in disguise?
“That’s the kind of irony only an English teacher could love. You’re here avoiding your roommate, and I’m here because I’m sad over not having one.”
Janelle leaned back in her chair, pushing against the floor with the tips of her toes so that the front two legs came up just a bit. “So what’s the problem? Is he a slob? I don’t know how well I would handle a roommate who is a slob. I’m a bit, ‘Type A’ I guess you could say.”
