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.
"I'm pretty sure if any mutant from the mansion showed up in the movies people would know. Not exactly a secret bunch any more. That or if a bunch of movie stars are coming to and leaving the mansion a bunch." Not with the amount of photographers hanging around the place. If his photo didn't end up on the internet by tonight...well he'd be shocked to be honest.
He rumbled in thought looking around the holodeck and wondering just how far the rooms capabilities stretched. Jiri said that he wasn't able to customize the place without a staff members help. So that limited his options to presets. He would have liked a specific beach from California but this would have to do. Perhaps another time.
"Nah, I don't think any of the presets would fit as well as this wonderful scenery. Besides you said it yourself, you need the staff to help you customize anything." He dug his toes into the warm sand, enjoying the sensation for the moment. He was half tempted to try the water with Jiri, see how real that was. But past experience taught him that this body and water did not mix.
The larger mutant spotted the desk and all the equipment around it and gestured, "Let's get started then?"
He made his way over to the chair in front of the webcam. "So anything I should know first or will this be your standard answer everything you can sort of deal?" He had AMAs before, mostly from directors or cast members of movies he liked. But he never really participated. He knew the obvious things to avoid or skirt around when it came to conversations with the internet.
"Victor! You came! We're down in the basement. Ever see Star Trek?"
He watched Jiri jog over to him from one of the hall ways, looking ways too chipper. But perhaps he was just excited to hear what he had to say about any of the silly questions that were bound to come up. Though he found it strange that he was asking about Star Trek. "Yeah, I love it. Why?"
He got his answer soon enough. The mansion had a freakin' holo deck! "You gotta be kidding me." He looked around in awe, craning his head a bit to get a good look at everything. He could actually feel it, sand between his toes, the warmth of the sun, taste the salt in air. He instantly started absorbing the heat, though ignored the urge to lay down and nap.
God this was awesome. "How'd you set this up? This is ridiculous." Unbelievable, stupendous, freaking magical. All of those words and yet it did not justify the cool that was this place. So unfair. If he had known this was a thing he might have chosen to go to Xavier's. Sweet, sweet nerdery did he wish he had known. Oh, he was going to have to tell his dad about this and his friends and everyone. Good god how was this not on the wiki page?
Bumming a ride from his uncle this time was a fair bit easier. It wasn't like with the cure test where they were unsure of the place or the result. This time they had all known about the Xavier mansion before hand. Even prepared to send him there should he need to when his mutation first showed up. But as luck would have it, he never got to go.
So here he was now, standing in front of the gates of a house far fancier than he had ever been in. He could feel nervous tension coil in his gut. This was an interview with the internet and the internet was stupid. That much he knew. At least from what Sophia shared on a nearly daily basis.
"Alright, should be good from hear. Wish me luck."He turned and grinned at his uncle. "Good luck, and don't say anything stupid. Call me when you're done."the older man chuckled and left with Victor's wave goodbye. Pressing the intercom button he was buzzed in and told to wait for Jiri to meet him.
Just from the entrance room he had a feeling this place was some how old and new at the same time. He remembered spending time with Sophia, going through Xavier's wiki article. Apparently the mansion was repaired multiple times due to a variety of events. He wondered what bits were new and what bits where old.
Victor coughed, patting his chest as the last of the fire dissipated from his belly. His sigh of relief produced smoke rather than steam this time. A bit worrying but his attention was drawn to Ambrose freaking out, literally clawing at the plaster on one of the walls. He was stuck between intervening and staying still when the man grabbed the doctor. Vaguely he was aware that a few of the assistants had grabbed fire extinguishers to douse the remaining flames on the wall.
"I want you, to look over the data and find out what happened. And I want it fixed. The next time I see this cure tested, it will work, or I may have to resort to drastic measures to get somebody who'll get it right. Do you understand?"
And with that the good doctor and everybody else scurried off, tail metaphorically between their legs. He was left alone with what he was sensing a very pissed off Ambrose. Not wanting to risk his own safety, he stood preparing to leave as well.
"Ambrose Jaager, that's my full name. You may have heard of me; it's my name on the side of the building. My apologies for the outburst; this cure has been a constant source of annoyance for me. I'm just checking your vitals so you can leave and we won't get sued."
He paused, blinked in shock that he hadn't realized the owner of this company had been sitting there the entire time. He felt a bit strange, knowing now that the man who would own the cure was watching his check up. Though perhaps he should have been bothered before then. But it was easier to ignore him when he was just another mutant in for a test.
"I'll still becoming back for more tests though right?" They were close, he felt it before it sprang back. A few good pushes in the right direction might actually cure him. "This may take a while. So why don't you tell me a bit about yourself?"
He sat back down, thought about the question. How much did he actually want this powerful man to know about him. "I'm not sure there's much to tell. I'm not all that spectacular when you get down to it." There, just enough for the man to specify what he wanted to know. He wasn't about to give out his life story.
It didn't seem like Jiri even considered that he was just testing the waters and instead just dragged him in. And looking at the excitement on the kid's face, how could he say no? No matter how bit they got, he'd always have a soft spot for kids. Damn this paternal instinct.
"Awesome. Then all we have to do is pick a date, so I can let people online know when to expect you. We can do it at Xavier's, your place, or pretty much wherever. It just needs to be somewhere quiet, with an internet connect. I'll bring the computer and webcam. You just need to bring yourself."
He sighed, so god help him this was going to be a task. He resisted the urge to do the catholic cross over his chest and instead just crossed his arms. "I'm free next Saturday and I'd prefer Xavier's. My house isn't exactly my house and I don't want cameras intruding on my family." He wasn't about to let the whole internet judge his family. They didn't need that. His uncle got hassled enough at work. Plus, might as well go where he'd never gone before too. He heard Xavier's was a pretty fancy place.
"So, I'm doing sort of a project for class. I go to that mutant school, Xavier's. And they're all about getting humans and mutants to understand each other, right? Except they've been trying to do it by throwing vigilantes at crime and cleaning up parks. It's not, like, real stuff."
Xavier's, yeah he heard about it. Probably would have gone if they hadn't let him continue at his normal school. Though part of him regrets not going. Perhaps passing classes and living normally would have been easier if he had gone to Xavier's. Then again, he'd miss his family and friends. E-mail, text chats, and videos weren't the same as a real leaving person.
Speaking of internet chats... "So I've kind of started going around and getting people on tape, answering questions from humans. It's a livechat thing, like reddit with a camera but more polite, if that makes any sense. So that humans can ask questions they'd chicken out about if they were really talking with us and they can see mutants answering like totally normal people. So. Umm. Would you be interested?"
Ooo boy... So that's what this was all about. Perhaps not straight from the beginning but the boy had spotted an opportunity. Still, it wasn't like he had anything better to do. He rubbed the back of his neck as he thought about it. He really didn't want to get further involved with this kid. But...He glanced down at the kids and he felt a twinge of worry. They hadn't reached the age passed the mutation point. If he had it then it was likely anybody in his family could have it. The world was a scary and harsh place. If simply talking to people could make it better then...
"Should I just, like, get one of those Hello my name is blank stickers, and put sorry on it? You're just so... you're really big, and all responsible, and big, and you apparently have good self control if you haven't hit me yet because I'm apparently going to keep giving you reasons."
He chuckled, deep and rumbly in his chest. "Trust me, if we had met a few years earlier I would have not resisted the urge." He had gotten into his fair share of fighting and thankfully someone was always there to calm him down. Those first few weeks in school, after the mutation had taken hold, were the roughest he had ever had.
"Did they really? Look on the bright side, I guess: if they were staring then it means you come off as, ah, approachable. If you weren't, they'd just run screaming."
"Yes, I suppose that's one way of looking at it. Or they're just that dumb." He felt like a circus elephant when people stared. Big and powerful, but ultimately docile in most cases. "You know, it's exactly this kind of thing I was talking about with the responsible-adult-types at my school. Ordinary people need to just talk with mutants like you more. Not going to lie, you're pretty stare-worthy. But, like, you're okay to talk with too, right? And it's way easier to just talk with you than stare, now."
"Mmhm, well underneath all this I'm just a regular guy. I hold down a job just like everyone else. I have family and friends. I'm not just my mutation, no matter how stare-worthy it may be. But, I get the feeling your about to spout another idea. Go on, let's hear it." Jiri seemed like a smart kid, but he had a feeling he didn't apply that much intelligence to his big ideas. Or maybe it was tact. It felt more like tact than intelligence. Both? Was it both?
"So I keep saying sorry, but I haven't said thanks. For being pretty cool about me being not-at-all-cool. You're less terrifying than I'd have guessed. Though I guess if I'd listened to the lady here, I'd have figured that out awhile ago."
Sophia nodded back, still sipping from her cup. She looked proud as peacock, being acknowledged for being right was nice. Especially when it concerned her cousin. People stared too often and didn't say sorry often enough.
"You've really looked like that since you were my age? What was that, like, the eighties? How do you deal with people being as stupid as me?"
He snorted and shook his head. "No, try 2010. Do I really look like I was born in the eighties? Mama was right, I need to start using lotion."he laughed running a hand over his head, as if he had hair to comb back. "As for stupidity. It's more like ignorance and at the very least you've been kind enough to acknowledge that you don't know any better. It's the most I can ask for. We were at the museum earlier today and people refused to see me as anything other than just another exhibit."
"I still say you should have set them on fire Vic."Sophia piped up. But Victor shook his head, "No, that wouldn't have been a nice thing to do. Plus I didn't want your parents to pick you up from the police station."
"Naps are amazing. That's kind of what activates my power, though. And you really, really don't want me taking you over."
He blinked at that. Jiri hadn't mentioned possession when they were talking about it. But he kept his cool, taking into account that apparently the teen needed to be asleep for it to happen. An odd power but as far as powers when not terrible. But he had to wonder what exactly it did to the teens brain. He knew sleep deprivation tended to drive people crazy. So automatically possessing people when you sleep must mean he never really gets sleep. He couldn't imagine what that would do.
"What does 'gringo' mean? You keep calling me that."
He raised his only brow at that, glancing between Jiri and the kids. It wasn't exactly bad, so it wouldn't really hurt to say it. "It uh, it really just means US Citizen whose not Hispanic or Latino. American would apply to both north and south America and Estadounidense is too long." He shrugged, he didn't need to know the back story off the word. If Jiri was really curious he could always search for it.
"Somebody picked my pocket I forgot I am so sorry I can't even buy lemonade right have I mentioned I haven't slept in forever and now I'm making excuses I'm sorry."
Before Victor could even speak, David chipped in with a bit of helpful advice, "You should take a nap." Sophia snorted, probably having heard them talk about their respective mutations early on. The large mutant gently patted the little boy on the head, smiling in an amused way, "That's some good advice."
"Don't worry about it, gringo. New York is a tough city on everybody. I'd suggest a you make sure you cancel any cards you had in your wallet and inform the proper departments that your id has been stolen. You don't want somebody using your money or your face for something nasty." There he went, sounding like a proper adult. When had he grown up?
Still, it wasn't like he was given much of a choice. Being as big as he had gotten, people had a tendency to see him as older than he actually was. So he had to learn rather quickly that he couldn't joke around and be a kid any more. He couldn't rely on youthful looks and handsome features to get him out of trouble any more.
He watched Jiri order the drinks, keeping the young ones entertained by letting them use him like a jungle gym. However, he spotted the way the other male was searching all of his pockets. Nor the way he became more and more panicked as he searched. He sighed, he should have known free lemonade would be too good to be true.
He didn't reprimand the teen, he seemed terrible at keeping it a secret that he didn't have any money on him. Either he lost it or forgot it. Didn't matter. Instead, he fished out his own wallet, payed, and handed the cups out without a word. The plastic was a good deal easier for him to handle than styrofoam.
"So, lost your wallet, didn't you?"he chuckled taking a careful sip of his drink. The cold was a little unpleasant for him but the sweetness was nice.
Victor watched the drugs seep into his system one after another, three in total. He could still feel Ambrose's eyes on him but at the moment he was more concerned with the effects of the drugs. At first it seemed like nothing was going to happen, he didn't feel any different and there were no outward signs that his body was even recognizing it.
Then he started to feel strange, a weird pressure along his face. A numbness in his fingertips. The fire in his belly gurgled uncomfortably. He couldn't see it but it did appear that there was a minute amount of change. His extra limbs, horns, and tail shrunk a fraction of an inch. His single eye seemed to stretch a little horizontally.
Before it all suddenly springing back. Victor chocked, coughing as fire flared in his mouth. The heat of his skin grew hotter still, glowing with the rise in temperature. With no where to release it Victor released the flames toward an empty wall. He was probably going to have to pay for the damages later.
Eying Jiri, he spotted that the teen had a pout more befitting a two year old than someone his age. But he definitely knew better than to let some stranger grab the reigns of control. As much as he had gotten to know the boy over the last couple of hours that still wasn't enough to trust any of the ideas pouring out of his mouth.
He could explain all day the whys of why they aren't going. Like a candy shop was likely to cause more tears and frustration when he couldn't buy them exactly what they want. And his large size might make it hard to navigate without risking destroying things. Sure a trip on a boat might be cheaper. But Majo and David were climbers that might wriggle out of his grasp and straight off the boat. "Puppies" were definitely a no go. Most animals hated him and he didn't want to risk animal aggression around children. Not only that, he was too much of a softy not to let them take one and then what would he tell their parents. And he was not risking trouble with the cops just to let the three of them make some noise and make fools of themselves on the street corner.
Good intentions or no, fun or no, Jiri's ideas were full of holes. When only the five year old made a fuss about not following your plan that's when you know you don't have a very good plan in the first place. At the end of the day he was the one responsible and Jiri would be able to walk away scot-free. "...At least let me treat you guys to the lemonade. As an apology."
He sighed again, this time with less steam, he knelt down to let David climb on his shoulders this time. "Alright. Sounds fair enough. There's a food truck near by that sells it." Usually he'd go there when he had time during his lunch break, so it should still be open this time of day.
The nerve of this kid! What the hell was his problem?! If the children weren't right there, he'd tear him a new one. A real new one. Instead all he could do was rumble in agitation, letting steam flow from his mouth like a volcano about to explode. The more this guy went on the more that he wanted to knock his lights out.
He could see the excitement on the younger twos faces, though thankfully Sophia hadn't entirely bought into it. Smart girl, good girl, she would be on his side surely.
"No, no, and no. I don't have the money for any of that. I've got just enough left for lemonade on the way home. We already went to see a movie and went to the natural history museum to see the dinosaur bones and got lunch with ice cream. I know it all sounds really exciting, but perhaps another day yeah?" He was trying to be gentle but it didn't stop Majo and David from whining loudly, the beginnings of full on fits.
"C'mon guys, that's not fair to Victor. He already couldn't sit with us in the theater seats and you remember the people in the museum taking pictures of him."Sophia stepped in, "Plus we already got to build a super cool fort. I don't really feel like doing anything else today." She faked a yawn to emphasize he point.
Victor practically glowed at how mature the oldest cousin was being, what a sweet angel, precious, precious child. He mentally noted to tell her parents about this. It seemed to work with David at least, looking thoughtful as he processed all this before nodding. Note two for precious angel children. That left Majo who was the last one left crying and stomping her feet, howling something about wanting it. Which ever thing it was.
It was fine, she was still too young to fully comprehend other people's feelings. So instead he scooped her up and held her close. She would tucker herself out with crying.