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.
He didn't have to watch his language around her, but he still would. Leo was a f***ing gentleman and it was the internet's fault that he sometimes slipped up and said something he shouldn't.
"I'm trying to break the habit." He tucked into his hotdog to cover his embarrassment. If she told his parents basically anything he did on a day-to-day basis, he'd be grounded for life. Or two consecutive life sentences plus 100 years.
He wrinkled his nose at the napkin comment.
> ”I mean, I was going to tell you about that time...”
And then nearly tripped over himself as he tried to juggle a partial hotdog while he fished for his phone in a panic. Nooooo! German orphans!?
> ”I’m kidding.”
He froze.
"Well that's just mean. You made me get mustard on my tie." He grumped, but it was a good-natured grump. He wasn't really mad, though the mustard situation was real. At least it was a cheap tie. "Could I still get one of those napkins?"
Ain't. Leo's eye twitched. Mr. Saph just said "ain't" non-ironically.
"I can't be the only one who doesn't check out Mr. Saph." Leo maintained direct eye contact. If this was a mental intimidation game, it wasn't going to work. After all, Mr. Saph was on that list too and both of them knew that he had a dirty little secret.
So. Would Leo like to tell Mr. Saph what was going on? Yeah. But dramatic effect demanded that he get Saph to admit it for himself.
"I think you know exactly what's going on." Leo spared a glance for the computer screen and its split footage. After all, the thing that showed the same on both screens was that some time after the blip there was Saph receiving a little note. The timing didn't match up perfectly, it'd been some hours between the placement and the receipt, but he should know what Leo was talking about.
"Why don't you just say it and we can both move forward from there." He should be ashamed of his double life with its double standards.
Yes. His soul. She may or may not have been ribbing him. Leo couldn't tell, but he was resolved to be unapologetic for his soul. It was, in his opinion, possibly the best part about him. And since it seemed to resonate with orchestral music, Leo resolved to feed his soul just a little bit more of what made him happy inside.
A blast of daylight greeted them. Leo'd seen the time, but nothing drove home the reality of time's passage more than the quality of the light outside. "Try not to say anything too cool, okay? I don't have the camera rolling." He had a feeling that was gonna be easier said than done. She just oozed cool. Oh! But maybe since he wasn't recording, some of that awesome would rub off on him?
> "So tell me a little more about yourself, Leo..."
Aw man.
"Eh. I guess I wanted to do it 'cause I'm not all that interesting and I see the need. I'm from here. Well, the 'burbs. I got a boatload of sisters, though." Leo inspected Agnes with a fresh insight and made sure to move when the hot dog line moved.
"If I had to guess, you're probably closest in age to Landi. She's a pharmacist, which is a bonus in the parent's books, but she wasted all those brownie points by moving to Canada. It's, like, still spitting distance, but 'cause she can't 100% guarantee that she'll make it for Sunday dinner now she's on Ma's sh*tlist. Uh. Crap. Doghouse. In the. Doghouse. You know?"
Actually... Did she know? Leo was finding more and more that a lot of mutants that were even just the tiniest bit older than him had it rough with the family. "I have a big mouth and an even bigger family. That makes some people sad so if you need me to shut it just say."
The line advanced fairly quick and soon it was their turn. Leo ordered one, but made sure it was a full-size, not one of those skinny dogs where the bun to meat ratio was off. From there his order was simple. It had to go on a pretzel poppy seed bun with sauerkraut, mustard, pickled jalapenos, and Frank's hot sauce. Perfection.
Ahhh! Noo! It looked like she was about to open her mouth and say something awesome!
"Remember." Leo carried his dog with reverence. It was a work of art that belonged to his belly. "Save all your cool for the camera."
He could break Leo. Oh yes. And so could 50% of the children under this roof. He'd gotten a little too used to working around other's powers.
"Sure thing, Mr. Saph." It never hurt to be obnoxious polite. Button, button, what the heck was he supposed to do with the button? Leo jabbed it onto his shirt and jumped when it pricked through the fabric and into him. Aye. The things he did for entertainment.
Sitting. Sure. Yeah. There was totally not aaaaanything suspicious about Mr. Saph's behavior. He wasn't screaming guilty... yet, but Leo could just about smell it on him. So, yeah. He did know what this was about. He slouched in his seat to maybe accommodate the camera angle. He was getting better at anticipating where his button was pointing.
"Did you install that Yahoo! toolbar again? That crap's full of malware. I can uninstall it for you, no problemo." No problemo? Ugh. So 90's. He really should not have watched "Clueless" in the common room last night.
He was not stalking Detective Jorge Cervantes. Not specifically anyway. But Leo did have a whole forum to help him track down mutant events in New York. And when he was Bird Watching, and two separate events popped on his radar like they did today, Leo could only be in one place at a time. He had to choose shrewdly.
Slugasaurus_Rex said:
Earthquake at the beach. Potential hatchling spotted. WE HAVE A LIVE ONE, PEEPS. TL: Swan
SEND_ME_UR_INSTAGRAM said:
Robbery in progress. Sorry for potato quality. Group held at claw-point. TL: Loon
The beach sounded a heck of a lot safer. Threat level swan meant it was potentially accidental whereas threat level loon meant the mutant was threatening a small group, but the threats were on purpose.
So Leo hoofed it to the beach and started rolling as soon as he could feel the tremors. He had to keep running toward it all while so many others ran away, but finally, finally he got there in time to see a MOTHER LOVING WATER GOLEM. A floating kid. Some talking. Whoa! Leo had to duck a tree. He found a relatively safe spot, at least it felt sorta safer than out in the open, and filmed as best he could until things calmed down.
Ah. Cut to the quick! Leo grabbed his shirt over his ache-y, break-y heart. There was only one reason a chick would throw out the 'my fiancee' card. She thought he was hitting on her. And she didn't like it.
Had he been? Okay. Maybe he was extra enthusiastic sometimes, but... okay sure, yeah. Maybe a little. Who wouldn't?
And then... she was paying? Like some doting, obliviously hot soccer mom. Augh! That was the nail in his social coffin. Leo sighed. He hadn't come looking to fall in like. He'd come for the job. He just had to remind himself of that.
"I won't say no to free food." He smiled a bit shyly, feeling dumb for even thinking a brat like him had a chance with someone so... grown up and put together. OF COURSE, she had a fiancee. That's totally what a grown up and put together lady person would have.
Leo tucked his phone into his pocket and trotted after the object of today's documentary focus. "I really did like the music, though. I'm not shi- uh, lying to you. Classical isn't my dig, but it's a whole different thing when you're here in person. It... I dunno. I guess it gets in your bones or your soul."
S***. Now she really was going to think he was hitting on her. His soul!? ABORT! He latched onto the hot dog thing because that was waaaay safer waters.
"Uh. Have you ever had one of those pierogi dogs?"
"That..." Leo shook his head showing the reverence and awe that even a practice session deserved. "That could never be boring." He grinned from ear to ear. "The acoustics in here are uh-MAZING. I mean, even paper shuffling sounds good." It was true. He'd loved the sound. Total ASMR.
"My phone got super hot, though, so I had to cut the filming short. I wish I'd gotten the critique, but..." He shrugged and motioned upward to show why he was off in the corner. He'd balanced his phone on the crown molding of a pedestal so that the handset stood next to the HVAC output vent. It got a fresh blast of cold air so long as the unit was chugging along. It might have been early spring, but global warming was real, yo.
"Wanna take a short break and scarf lunch? Or. Dainty nibbles? You seem like a dainty nibbler." Leo had to climb on a chair and stretch, stretch, stretch to reach his phone. It was still toasty. If he could give it even just a few more minutes before he turned the screen back on, it would preserve its usefulness later.
"I didn't bring anything so I gotta run out to grab something. Uhm. Can I bribe you to keep being super nice with a hot dog or something?" His budget didn't allow for much better.
> "Just, you know, don’t pick up an instrument and jump in"
"My mom would die of joy if I played something, but nah— for both our sake's I'll pass."
The more comfortable Agnes was, the more comfortable Leo was. And once the focus was on the music, he let his focus be on filming. He tried to always be moving, keeping things smooth, and framing so that Agnes was in the shot.
He was really getting into his groove, doing his own thing and trying to stay on the outside of the practice while still looking in. It was... fun. More fun than homework and way more fun than running an AMA. Behind the scenes was really more of his thing.
He grabbed some sweet scenes. The music would go great as a backdrop to Anges' interview. Even if it was imperfect, he hoped that would actually be cool, real. Though Leo would have to double check the usage rights for live performances, he could already imagine switching between the interview that was to be and these scenes. Maybe a little voiceover work to make it seamless... Yeah. This was totally useable for his project.
And he only jumped from getting too close to the brass section once. Maybe twice.
Leo already knew how to ruin a home cooked dinner. The class was clustered around the stove in the Mansion kitchen which was a really, really lame field trip if anyone bothered to ask Leo. But no one bothered to ask Leo. So he hung back and fiddled with his smartphone on the downlow. This was New York, king of the take out world and the teachers wanted to teach them how to cook for themselves? Total waste.
The phone on the wall rang and the teacher left the kids to baby sit the stove.
"Constantly. You're not stirring constantly enough." "Dude. Back off!"
Glueboy hawked a glu-oogey at the kid who'd challenged his stirring skills and they were still slapping at each other where the teacher couldn't see by the time the teacher was back to paying attention again.
"Leo. They need you in security for extra curricular systems training so you are excused. Why now? Only DJ Roomba knows." The teacher threw up her hands and dismissed the teen before moving in to separate the two squabbling teens.
Aw Man. They probably found the footage he'd archived or needed help putting it back into the CCTV timeline. He hadn't dared delete it for good. He didn't want to get expelled or anything. And there was the whole pestering Saph thing. He did expect to get detention for that. At least Leo knew enough to not expect any additional permissions. The training had to be for their benefit.
Did he need his button? Maybe if they tried to blackmail him...? Nah. This was the Mansion. These were the good guys.
Leo rolled the camera between the fingers of his left hand while he scrolled through Audubon X with his right— admins couldn't be caught sleeping on a mutant interest forum. And he took his time getting to the security room, knocking once before opening the door.
"What can I he-" a slight hesitation, but it was there "-lp you with, Mister Masochist?" This was definitely the moment. Leo tabbed over to hit record and slipped his phone into his pocket.
Now... how was he supposed to hold the camera without being all kinds of suspicious?
Leo hummed some Beyonce to himself as he went to visit the button he'd left to record in front of TankTop Tiger's doorway.
The note was gone. He'd watched Saph scoop it up when he checked his recordings from overnight. That was good because the first time he'd tried to leave a note, DJ Roomba had sucked it up. Leo unpinned his button from the hallway bulletin board and pocketed the "Did you lose a button?" note he'd scribbled to explain why it was there in the first place.
Where should he pester TankTop next? Would he let it slip when Leo confronted him? He certainly looked miffed in the footage, but annoyed was good. This was a good guy with a shady side-job, so he was still mainly good, right? Leo was counting on his goodness to counteract his love affair with violence.
Was there a way to guarantee Saph would keep his death mitts to himself?
Leo pondered the angles as he pinned the button back onto his vest. He may have archived the footage of him placing the note and button same as last time, but he certainly wasn't there to scrub his current visit to Saph's hall way for the button pick up. Just as he didn't bother to archive the footage of his pick up last time.
God, she was so cool. Leo tried to walk as evenly as possible and watched the feed to be sure that he kept Agnes in frame. That meant he fell a little behind, but that was okay. It gave him a wider angle when she flipped her friends off. He totally got their jovial reactions which was not at all what he'd been expecting.
The way these people interacted spoke of familiarity, but, like, more than that. They were friends enough to do things that were potentially offensive and then just laugh about it. Anges was unapologetic. Maybe even smug. But moste importantly, she was ready to start.
"I guess I was thinking it'd be cool to get a shot of all of you practicing together. You know? I'd like to pan around so that everyone sees that it's a job and it's normal. And no wings or anything are gonna stop you from doing your job. I'd like to be as unobtrusive as possible and not waste your time. The director was kinda serious about that part and I gotta respect if I ever want to get invited back for this kinda thing, y'know?"
He also hadn't missed the demon comment, but he would just have to remember to ask about that kind of thing in the actual interview which was supposed to happen after.
"So, I guess. Music time?" He didn't actually know who was conducting or if there was a conductor at practice or whatever.
Leo was watching the live feed on his phone. A lonely looking button sat on top of the lockers. A button that was actually a bluetooth camera purchased in order to live stream some of his detention duties around the Mansion, specifically when he'd been asked to open the X-men's fan mail.
The revenue generated from the ViewTube ad hits on that one had just barely covered the cost of the button camera which made it ENTIRELY WORTH IT.
"I'll have to bleep that out." But the reaction was about as good as he'd been hoping.
Saph was clearly a man with a secret life. He was also up against a kid who'd thought this through at least as far as the security footage went.
He'd had to get permission to both shoot footage and gather security footage in the school for his documentary. Those pesky Birdwatchers, no matter how many times they posted on Audubon X that they were CREEPING on CHILDREN, still sometimes camped outside like paparazzi. But he'd wanted to get a copy of the moment when the crazy lady had thrown the Mansion gate at them. That meant he got permission to mess with the digital files. Aaaand it was just convenient to delete an hour of interior footage around Saph's not-so secret locker. No harm done. Plenty of people in and out. He figured he was good.
He did not, however, think to go back and erase the part where he went to fetch his button.
A secret life confirmed! He couldn't share until he'd confirmed it, but it was pretty well cemented in Leo's opinion.
Saphirus the "Masochist" was also TankTop Tiger, the goofy villain who could take punches all day. 100% confirmed as soon as he'd said a bad word!
Leo would have to leave another note. Maybe in 3T's shoe. Or his breakfast. And of course, there'd have to be a good spot for his little button camera.
"The accent takes some getting used to, but I'd guess your students have to understand you by now." Leo winked from off camera. Aaaaaand then he had to spend a couple minutes making sure his PM notifications were solidly on silent because he got a flood of 'em calling him a suck up and guessing that Leo, too, was a student there. Gah! Had he blown his cover already!?
It made him miss the whole wild haggis affair and half of the parents. Ah. It was good to get it on film that not everyone's parents sucked when it came to their parents. Too often the news focused on cases that were extreme and negative. Leo was glad the focus was shifting in the chat.
God bless the goldfish-like memory of the live internet crowd.
"Who do your consider your biggest comedic influences? Or influences in general?"
"Do you ever get hate mail? Your face is so out there. How do you deal with that?"
"Are you hiring? I'd love to be your personal assistant." It was that or the usual slew of 'will you marry me?' at least this one was a tad different.
"I'd really like to show the world that mutants, or uhm- gifted? Do you have a preferred term?" He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, ready to take a note depending on her answer. Meanwhile, he finished his answer. "Yeah. I want to show people that gifted people, are already integrating into society so we should get our heads out of our a-" He started to say one thing and self corrected. "-aaabsolute bigotry and learn something."
No one else seemed to even be trying the education angle as far as he knew, so Leo was taking this project on himself.
"I wanted to interview you because you've got this great job, you know? And it's easy to see you have abilities, but nobody is chasing you around with a pitchfork. You've got a place for yourself here. People gotta see mutants and humans together when it works 'cause we already see way too much of the opposite."
He hoped that was encouraging because she was seriously perfect! Pretty. Talented. Visible mutant. Small and non-threatening, too. Was Leo a bit taller? He tried to stand up straight which reminded him...
"Oh. Heeey. There's literally no not-creepy way to say this so I'm just gonna: This is my camera." Leo flicked one of the buttons on his vest and swapped apps on his smartphone to show Agnes a live video feed that was still rocking back and forth from the flick.
"I didn't have the funds for a camera guy so this is the best I could come up with." He shrugged apologetically and got the back up powerbank cord from his pocket to plug in. He was not going to miss a second of this.
"Also, I haven't actually hit 'record' yet. I wanted to be sure you were cool with being on camera and stuff. I mean, your boss said it was, but I didn't ask you, like, to your face so..." His thumb hovered over the big red button. He was ready.
Abby Clark - Ahhhh. I forgot to reply to you! I'm so, so sorry. What do you think about an interview? She's a minor and I doubt she'll get permission from her legal guardians so we could do it "incognito style" with shadows and a voice changer. I'm thinking a big deep voice while they show her tiny little silhouette is just about perfect. hehe.
Saphirus - Yes, yes a hundred times yes. I'm gonna try to hit you in the cbox. If not expect a PM shortly.
