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.
For Ty’s lack of butt-staring, Mag was inwardly grateful. She took it as a sign that they weren’t here to use to couch (or the bed, if he had been super classy and didn’t mind washing sheets). The apartment itself was quaint, not extremely small but definitely not lavish - in the “minor leagues” a thief would not be able to afford expensive living spaces. However, she liked it. The furnishings were simple and looked relatively new; the space was free of clutter. Definitely one of the best-kept bachelor pads she had ever seen in her year of sleeping around.
“Welcome to Casa de Ty. Make yourself at home,” he stated in a nonchalant fashion while entering the kitchen. For what seemed like a tidy, single man, he certainly kept a large coffee pot. This fact was quickly shoved off when Magnum realized how helpful a cup cut with a little bit of cream might be at this moment. It could serve as a way to take the edge off her buzz. And then, Magnum witnessed Ty stripping off his outer layer. This was, undoubtedly, a very bachelor move. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, instead internally questioning why all single men lacked a certain hint of finesse that made all males significantly easier to live with.
Her eyes liked what they found, though. Ty was tattooed, not heavily, but enough to express artistic creativity. More importantly than that, he was fit. Extremely fit, even. After a few seconds of allowing herself to stare, Magnum forced her attention to more important things - like coffee. She walked over to the pot and poured herself a ⅞ to ⅛ cup, then took it to the living room and sat down, sinking into the pillows.
She leaned back, relaxing as she sipped on her drink. “Why the big interest in tattoos?” she asked, curious: she’d always wanted to get a little ink herself, but had never known what to get done.
“That’s only because you’re so stagnant,” she laughed. “Bars are for drunks and voyeurs, the floor is for everyone else. I would have asked you for a dance sooner or later.” Magnum pulled, helping him to his feet with ease while contemplating the offer. To be quite honest, she was very tired of returning home to an empty house each night, and the offer of company - even in a strange place - lured her in.
“So, that sound like a good idea, or back to the drawing board?” A beautiful round of tennis (or volleyball or whatever sport involved courts and throwing balls back and forth) ensued with their game of ‘What would you like to do?’ Once again, she had to deal with making decisions while drunk. It was easiest to go with the flow, she decided, convincing herself that she would accept the offer based on proximity and logic rather than a more emotional need for security and understanding.
The thought nagged that last time she let a boy take her somewhere she was kidnapped, but she pushed it away. “Your place sounds great, if you’ll just lead the way,” she smiled. On the way out the door, they each thanked Bruno for his gesture of kindness. Then, she swayed slightly down the stairs and crossed the sea of rock and roll. Out the door they went, passing her baby and taking a left to cross the street. Mag was fairly certain that nothing would happen if she left it to sit there through the night. Residual rain from the clouds fell down on their heads, but nothing enough to warrant hoods. They walked two blocks south and turned into a dark alley. It caused her to tense up in preparation for an ambush.
Thankfully, they made it to the other side. It was a narrow street with tall townhomes lining both sides. Directly opposite them was a door. Ty approached it, slipped out a key, and unlocked the door. Again, with his strange manly morals, he held the door so that she could enter. Magnum took the gesture without complaint, but noted it on her list of “things to talk about when we’re both not snockered”.
“You okay now?” he asked, seeming genuinely concerned. Magnum fought the skepticism, choosing to rely on those words as a grounding point despite the fact that words often were the least permanent things in life. Her breath fell to match his, becoming slow and deep, which turned out to be another source of calming. Eventually she managed to choke out a confirmation, but as she did so Bruno interrupted with the ominous news that the room time was up and they had to go rejoin the crowds downstairs.
Great, back into the belly of the beast, but significantly less confident than earlier when they’d been stealing. She used a grip on the counter to pull herself up and then offered her hand to Ty. Chivalry is totally dead anyways. Although she was still obviously off her game, she made the effort to return to how she was before the alcohol. They had to go somewhere, but the question of where had been bounced into her side of the court. “Well, I guess we could go downstairs, unless you have a better idea?”
In all honesty, she didn’t want to go back down and deal with people, though she would be up for dancing. Besides dancing, she didn’t see much else that the club offered, as the alcohol was settling heavy enough in her veins to enforce the idea that Mag didn’t need to drink any more. A drive might work, but nothing too far considering her current state of impairment. Her house was on the other side of town, and somehow it seemed awkward to invite him back there anyways (but she definitely wouldn’t turn down an offer if he made it). All she really wanted was a safe space.
Magnum had to give the body-snatcher some credit: he was sassy enough to pull off acting like her for the short term. Although she was not typically quite as rude as he was being, he had the air of entitled arrogance going for him (but, in all likelihood, he’d had plenty of time to practice assuming he snatched bodies often - all he needed to do was find an heiress or some other silver spoon girl). If anything, the kidnapper needed to work on his vigilance and observation skills.
However, his doubts gnawed on her. Of course parents didn’t name their children Magnum, but sometimes children chose their own names later on. He needed to grow up and respect that her name was Magnum and there was nothing he could do about it. The ID in her pocket said so; it also labeled her as 22. “I dare you to check for yourself; it’s in the back left pocket,” she challenged right after he’d finished speaking to the bet master. Soon enough, she… he…. whoever they were…. They would have the money and they’d be able to leave to where they could argue in private without having to worry about looking crazy.
“But before you check it, you have to tell me your name.”
It hurt. Oh God, the pain… Magnum sobbed again, feeling both the drain that her power was pulling and the emotional desolation that came when she thought about what had happened. She slumped into Ty, feeling too exhausted to continue fighting. Somewhere in the distance, she was aware of what he was saying promises - likely empty ones - about always being there for her. All good things came to an end, especially for runners.
Whether physical-, mental-,or Ty-related, the storm started calming down. Mag ran with this encouragement, filtering the rampant emotions back into their bottle. It helped a little, enough to cancel the churning pressure systems and discharge what other static had collected in the clouds. The sky was still near-black, though.
Magnum spent good long while in this state of crying but not having a meltdown, thankful for the support. It had been over a year since she’d enjoyed physical intimacy of any sort with another person. Though her powers stopped drawing directly on her energy after about five minutes, the clouds remained. Eventually, even the tears slowed. She remained silent, waiting for Ty to break it and afraid of what he would say.
“They gave him an ultimatum,” she sobbed into her knees. “They gave him an ultimatum and a gun, and he shot himself.” The nightmares plagued her every night. Before she met Blaze, they had been of just her mother. Now, they both lay in the living room, bleeding out onto the floor. Next to her mother, Magnum always saw a younger version of herself. The girl was covered in dry blood and being pulled away by an officer in uniform. Next to Blaze was the girlfriend that watched him die so that she could walk free.
The real reason the system had moved her to New York? The orphanage received threats after her release.
Lightning struck the rod a few buildings over, causing her to jump toward Ty. She was caught between her nightmares and her powers. Each was spiraling out of control. Panic built, increasing the pressure in her head and the violence in the storm. After the next flashback, something profane spilled out of her mouth. “I need to stop…Talk. Say something so that I don’t kill everyone outside,” she tried urgently. Anything to distract herself long enough to calm down.
Out of the corner of her vision, Magnum was aware of movement. Logic also stated that this movement was caused by Ty, but beyond that she was blind. Her mind caught flitting between past and present - a place where he existed and a place that he didn’t. She’d tried to come to terms that Blaze was gone, but instead of doing that, she had succeeded in pushing him out of her mind just far enough to reduce the pain.
Ty’s hand brought her back to earth, partially. “Hey,” he said softly. “I'm here if you need anything. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but I'm here for you, regardless.” He in gentle tones, as if she were volatile. Well, to be honest, she wasn’t very volatile, but the weather was becoming more ominous by the minute. Dark clouds swirled high above the streets, threats to release their payload growing by the second.
Her fingers loosened their grip on the bottle as she slowly sunk to the floor. With her back pressed to the cabinet, she wrapped her arms around all too knobby knees. Thunder crackled loudly in the sky, forcing her eyes closed. Magnum knew what came next - rain, if they were lucky. Localized hurricanes if they weren’t. Softly, afraid that speaking might make the weather worse, she whispered, “Have you ever loved someone so much that you’d kill yourself to protect them?”
Magnum judged him silently… and then the judging became not-so-silent. “You’re a runner too, huh? Seems like a lot of people I know are like that,” she grumbled, meaning herself more than anyone. His comment made her think about Blaze, though… how they both were runners trapped in a corner; how they found the courage to stand together, and one of them was shot because of it. For the most part, she registered what Ty was saying, but was lost in her own memories as well.
His smile. His arms. His laugh.
She downed her drink and immediately went to fetch herself another. It wasn’t often anymore that unlimited free drinks were offered. It also wasn’t often that she got sh*tfaced anymore. Then again, she’d been able to survive almost three months without thinking about him. Also, the minibar made her stand with her back to Ty, so he wouldn’t see the tears running down her cheeks.
She took the bottle of vodka and considered drinking it straight from the container, but decided that putting it in an over sized glass would be slightly classier. Before she could return to the couch, the train of emotions hit her, forcing Magnum to hold herself up using the bar’s counter.
She sipped on the stronger liquid, letting it roll over her tongue. Ty had decent tastes, but this wasn’t the best drink that she had tasted in her years of sampling. While she judged his choice of drink, she listened to his explanation: the mutant bar was so obscure that not even a human could mess it up. This excuse seemed legitimate. Then again, anyone would feel safer with a guard like Bruno on their side.
At his mention of one night stands, she chuckled, raising her glass for a sip. Magnum understood relationships that ended in the morning. She spent plenty of time dabbling in them herself, after all. Usually, she was the one who ended them as well. It was always for the best, she gave the excuse. No random civvie needed to be drawn into her lethally convoluted world. As her lips curled into a smile, he continued his statement.
Ty had lost someone.
She also understood this, far better than he might imagine. First her mother, then her friend, next her friend… there was no telling who she would lose next, that’s why she kept her distance. Wherever Magnum went, death seemed to follow. Darkness descended on her face in the same moment that it did his, their eyes meeting in a mutual display of pain and times long lost. Curiousity got the better of her, pressing the question, “What happened?”
He sounded so.. happy, in that revelation. Like she’d helped him discover the key to life. And yet, he was missing that though Wolves run with other wolves, even wolves die. Considering how happy he was to have come to that conclusion, Magnum felt it best not to comment. Instead, she drowned the nagging thoughts in hoppy-goodness, setting the empty glass on the table with a hollow thunk. “I think the next glass should be whiskey, your pick on the make.”
The song changed, picking up pace and becoming a little more modern in the instruments. It almost annoyed Mag, who felt herself slipping backward in time instead of forward. “So how long have you been bringing poor, innocent women here?” she teased, having gotten the sense that she was neither the first nor the last of Ty’s interests to have visited this establishment. “And for that matter, why a mutant bar?”
Magnum knew that a portion of her wanted nothing more than to break into tears; she could feel it crying already. On the outside, she took another sip of her drink and continued sitting with her eyes closed and listening. “Sometimes, it's good to have someone. Others, it isn't. The trick is finding that....balance.” His words struck a chord within her, bringing back memories from her childhood. More of her broke off to cry inside, making it increasingly difficult to remain straight-faced without a steady stream of alcohol burning down her throat. If they kept this up, she’d definitely need something stronger than beer.
After a long silence, she found the words to articulate her thoughts without giving much away. “Having someone puts their life in danger.” She spoke softly, knowing that the words were deliberately cryptic but not willing to share more information.
Her fingers coiled tightly around the drink, taking it in thanks. She downed half of the beer before checking herself - it was more effective to get drunk on hard liquor, another reason to stick to softer alcohols for the evening. Nevertheless, the drink served its purpose. As she slid into the couch facing door, she felt her muscles unclench. Ty talked, telling her about Bruno - he was, like most other extremely large people, a big softie at heart. When one is that imposing, they really have to be teddy bears on the inside, if not they might encounter problems. Everyone just wants to be loved, after all.
Then, he offered her control of the music. She switched it over from rock to a slightly more alternative setting (though not all the way alternative). At the same time, she dialed the lighting from white to a soft blue. Her eyes slid closed as soothing chords with a slower pace washed over her.
“So, what’s your idea of a good time?” Ty’s asked, sliding onto the couch next to her. He went on to elaborate: “ I'm a simpler being who likes to sit around, drinking and listening to loud rock music, but....well that's not for everyone.” His voice had dropped slightly, noting to her ears that he was more relaxed. This in turn encouraged her to relax more. Then, of all things, he chuckled. It threw her for a bit of a loop, creating a small smile on the corners of her mouth. “To be honest, the last time I thought about having a good time, it consisted of Hide and Go Seek.” She punctuated the statement with a slight bitter tone turned inward. “I guess nowadays when I’m not drinking, I’m racing; and even then, sometimes the activities aren’t mutually exclusive. You could say that I’m a bit of an adrenaline junkie, but I’ve never really had anyone to be close with so I do what I must to survival.”
Her eyes were still closed. In the back of her mind, Magnum knew exactly what she thought was fun. Almost shamefully, all it really needed was a partner.Then again, she’d never had a relationship that lasted more than an evening to know if laying together and talking without having to worry about secrets was really her favorite thing - but this was her fantasy, at least.
Magnum was perfectly fine sipping her drink until the bartender sprouted an extra set of arms. That freaked her out, not in the sense she wasn’t aware the city was full of mutants, but that the mutant had so readily displayed her powers. This club - it wasn’t all that it appeared. This club was a mutant haven. The thing that reassured her was Ty’s shock. He explained that they’d changed servers since he’d last been here, but then went on to elaborate: the one here previously breathed fire. The Latina wondered how many other mutants were around her, sitting further on the edge of her seat than usual. A human fight she could handle; she didn’t have enough mutant practice to know if she could win one here before her powers took over. This in mind, she cut back her consumption a little. Alcohol interfered with her ability to suppress it, and being caught off guard was the worst possible option.
Which is exactly why she jumped when the bouncer grasped her shoulder, body tensing for a fight she definitely couldn’t win. As they were escorted across the room, her fear intensified, clouding the room with what could be excused as heavy humidity caused by excessive sweating - if only people on the floor were dancing in a manner to cause such a thing. Almost shamefully, she clung to Ty on their way up (not something she would admit to doing the moment they separated). The bouncer deposited them in a private room upstairs. With a cheery smile, she thanked him “This is great. You’re awesome Bruno!”
Forcing her muscles to relax themselves one by one, it took a while for Magnum to come down from her state of near-panic. It’s not every day a petite woman gets grabbed by a large man, and even less often that it turns out to be a good thing. “I need a drink,” she exhaled heavily.
Damn, when she let Ty choose the place she didn’t think that they were going to have to cross all of New York to reach his preferred joint. She shook her head, silently wishing he could have chosen a place slightly closer and saved her the gas. Then again, Mag liked the excuse to drive aimlessly through the city streets. Regret again flooded her thoughts when she saw where he’d steered her - a dinky shack of a club with a giant bouncer. However, he wasn’t phased. He walked up to the man and greeted him with a friendly hello, dragging her along behind. As Mag fished in her pocket for her ID, Ty flashed his at the door guard. At this point, something seemed to click for the bouncer, and he waved them through without even glancing at her ID. Well, whoever this man was, he had a reputation at the little shack.
Immediately, bass assaulted her ears. It was accompanied by a screaming guitar and what she thought was the beat of a base drum. This was unlike any club she’d ever visited before (and this was probably a good thing). Ty weaved deftly through the patrons, finding his way to the bar with ease - as if he’d been doing this for years. He sat down, immediately graced by the presence of a really sexy blonde. She offered drinks, and Ty jumped Mag to ordering before saying that he had her first drink covered. Jackass - she could pay for herself. That point would be argued when the bill came, though.
Generally, when Magnum was in a car, she was racing. Which would also make her an excellent getaway driver, if ever life came to that. However, that would require having a partner or two - which was something she vehemently opposed. Partners made work infinitely more dangerous. To her query, he responded: "I know a place not far from here. The Jade Tiger. Food, drinks, dancing, something for everyone."
Although she’d never heard of the place, she felt like he was trustworthy.Trust was a dangerous thing in their line of work, but if he was willing to get into the car then the least she could do was drive to wherever it was that stirred what sounded like positive memories. And, she was fairly certain her current ID marked her as a few months over twenty-one.With the draw of alcohol and a good time, she used a slight shrug to dispel any of her other hesitations and asked, "Which way?"
