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.
Juliette concentrated as he listed off instructions, trying to remember everything he had told her. It was a little confusing, mostly because she knew nothing of the subject matter. She did her best to follow his instructions and smiled a little as the light covered his body and the shadows faded away.
"Is that alright?" Juliette asked him.
There was a sudden sinking feeling as the affects of Max's mutation wore off. She floated down and looked to him to send her back up. If she wanted to, she could have flown back up herself, but she didn't feel like wasting her newfound energy as soon as she got it. Besides, she didn't want to have to use any more of the theatre's with Max watching.
"Surprises?" Juliette repeated as he asked. She thought for a moment. Yes, there were surprises that came with her mutation, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to give it all away just yet. "Um, yes. I can use the light in a few ways. Mostly party tricks, though. I mean, yours is probably much more useful. Gravity manipulation, is it?"
"Oh- um-" Juliette got very flustered and she felt her face grow very warm, and not just from the lights. It wasn't the first time she had ever been told that, but he seemed to be very sincere. She was very grateful that he hadn't been put off by her mutation.
Instead of bringing up the comment and making things even more awkward, she decided to simply let it slide as he had. "Yes, I think that would be a better plan. I'm not that much help, sorry."
She heard him say something, but was too distracted by the fact that she was suddenly floating to register it. She felt her body lift in the air and it was accompanied by an incredible weightless feeling.
Juliette let out a small squeak as she floated towards the lights. Carefully, she steered herself toward where Max had been. She settled her nerves and looked at him, trying not to let on how unsettling the whole experience had been.
"So, how do I work this?" She asked him, having next to no experience with lighting other than her mutation. She didn't typically focus on where the light landed, more on how she could use it.
Juliette nodded, putting off answering his question for a few moments as she followed his instructions. The lights raised as her fingers slid up the little tablet, and the light moved in front of her.
She let out a relieved sigh as the light fell on her. It was incredibly bright, exactly what she was looking for. Artificial light never felt quite as good as natural light, but it had been so overcast over the past few weeks that she couldn't care less. It was incredible. She probably looked like a complete idiot as a smile spread across her face.
The light coming from the lamp visibly dimmed while her skin seemed to glow. It transferred easily from the appliance into her body, recharging it and filling her with a settling warmth.
After a moment or two, Juliette cleared her throat, thinking that she had likely freaked Max out. People were usually creeped out when they saw her absorb energy. She usually preferred to do it in private, but in this case, she didn't have much of a choice.
"A few months," Juliette told him to answer his previous question. She avoided eye contact, feeling as though the situation was already uncomfortable enough as it was. "I was thinking of clearing out, though. It's a little too cold and rainy here for my liking."
Juliette nodded as he accepted her help. She was stuck with her choice now. Carefully, she climbed on stage and stood on the centre X with the table the boy had given her. He seemed nice, although perhaps a little jumpy.
She chuckled softly as he made an awkward joke about his mutation. She was glad that he felt comfortable enough to use it around her. She almost considered rethinking her decision to hide hers from him. Almost.
Although, she thought, she might not be able to hide it from too much longer. It seemed like he was going to move the lights on to her, and at that point it would be very difficult to hide. Especially with lights that intense. At least she would achieve her goal for going in at the first place, though. She would finally get a decent amount of energy.
"Juliette," she supplied as she shifted her weight awkwardly between her legs, waiting for something to happen.
"And yours?" She asked him as she watched him float around. His mutation was definitely interesting. Telekinesis, maybe? Or perhaps something to do with weight? She would have to ask him when things were less... Awkward.
A memory flashed in Juliette's eyes as Tyson brought up the META bots. At one point, she hadn't disagreed with their purpose. Then, she had truly seen what they were capable of. They had attacked her and Atian over a simple misunderstanding, and god, could they ever be terrifying. It was a painful memory to think about, as she still didn't know what had become of Atian, and she couldn't help thinking that there was more she could have done. After all, it had been within her capability to lead the police away. Instead, he had sacrificed himself so that she would be able to get away.
She looked down at her empty mug in her hands for a moment before she answered. She didn't quite know what to say to him, and she didn't want to step on any toes, so she decided to remain vague about it. "I think... That they are probably a nice thought for someone that doesn't have to fear them. When you do, though, it's sort of disconcerting."
"I know," Juliette said quickly and looked at the table as she spoke. "Better than most, actually." She didn't elaborate further on the subject. It was easier to just let the words hang there than to come out and dispel any doubts. She hoped that he would understand what she was getting at than have her explain it.
"Well, I kind of figured that you liked beer. After all, you were the one that suggested drinks. I think I would prefer that this just stay drinks, though." She said decisively. Juliette didn't want him to get the wrong idea early on, so it was better to say it right away.
Something reflected off of Sam's arm as he moved it, causing Juliette to squint in order to see it better. It looked like... Ice? The way the light glinted off of it made it seems as such. He didn't seemed bothered by it, though. It seemed as much a part of him as his eye-patch. It wasn't a difficult jump for Juliette to make to think that his mutation likely had something to do with ice.
"I'll have the lager as well," Juliette said as Sam gave her a moment to respond. She was glad he had given her the chance to speak. It was always frustrating when someone ordered for her. "And a plate of fries, please."
Juliette's stomach sunk and her face grew very warm. She didn't need help with anything. No, she wasn't even supposed to be there. Technically, she was trespassing. She didn't know how to respond. Oh yeah, I just snuck in this building to steal some electricity because I thought no one was here. Yes, excellent plan.
Although, she considered, the boy didn't seem like he would be all that judgmental. She had, after all, caught him using his mutation and he seemed a bit flustered by it all. Perhaps he would even see it from her perspective.
After a few indecisive moments that likely left her looking downright stupid, she decided to go the safe route. It was better to wait to reveal herself until she had a little more insight into the boy's character. After all, she didn't need him calling his boss on her.
"Uh- I'm just looking for someone. I don't think they're here, though. I'll just go," Juliette told him in a sort of dismissive tone, hoping that he wouldn't look further into it.
"If you need any help with the lights, though, I can give you a hand," she said suddenly. It seemed to come from nowhere - even she wasn't expecting to say it. As soon as it came out of her mouth, she regretted it. She wasn't even supposed to be there. It was too late to take it back, though. She was simply stuck looking at him rather awkwardly.
It was a cold day when Juliette left her house. Cold and bitter, with a strong wind that simply refused to cut her any slack. It went clean through her thin jacket and raised the hairs on her arm. It was still another ten blocks to her apartment, and she didn't feel like braving the bitter winds without some decent energy. She had to get somewhere that would have a sufficient amount.
Technically, she wasn't stealing, she reasoned. People used energy all the time. They left the lights on, their computers on, really, everyone did it. She was just using it for a different purpose. Besides, big companies could swing the electricity bill a lot better than she could.
As she walked down the street, she glanced at the stores around her that might be of use.
A clothing store: dim lighting and too many people. A coffee shop: again, overcrowded with dim lights. A theatre: yes, that was the ticket. Bright lights and unused during the daytime. Or so she thought.
Juliette pushed open the huge double doors and crept silently into the vast area. It was rather eerie when it was empty. The ticket booth seemed to watch her as she stepped towards the stage entrance. She took a deep breath and ignored the weird feeling in her gut.
As she opened the squeaky door, she stopped suddenly, her face going pale. She heard a voice. There was someone else there.
She turned to see a teenage boy suspended in midair. Alright, not what she was expecting. He didn't look like he was on any wires, so it had to be a mutation, she decided.
He called out a greeting. She clamped her eyes shut in defeat, her face scrunching up. She had to respond; he was already aware of her presence.
"Uh- hello?" Juliette called back warily. She stepped into the light so that he could see her better. "Are... Are you alright?."
Juliette nodded. She had heard a lot about the Xavier Institute, but mostly from its students. "So you're a mutant, then?" She asked curiously. She liked to meet other mutants out in public; it made her feel a little less alone.
"Beer," Juliette informed him with a chuckle. "It is a bar, after all. They have a distillery a few blocks over and they sell it here. It's a lager, a little like German ale, but it's slightly less bitter."
She rolled her eyes at his last comment, "yes, I am a serial patient dater. It is the single reason that I have this job." She told him sarcastically. "No, actually. I'm not really supposed to, but I figured this wouldn't be that big of a deal since it's drinks and only drinks. Besides, you're going to be really careful with that arm so I don't have to stitch it up again, right?"
She took the seat that Sam had pulled out for her and gave him a small smile. She wasn't particularly fond of being treated like she was incapable, but she didn't feel like making a big deal over it in that moment. So, she let it slide with a simple, "thank you."
"Me?" Juliette questioned the woman as she spoke. Alright, this was getting strange.
Then suddenly, the woman dropped into her arms, her hands shaking wildly. Her voice changed as well, scared beyond belief. Juliette snapped her fingers in front of the woman, trying to distract her.
"Ma'am? Are you alright? Can you tell me what happened?" Juliette asked the woman calmly. Schizophrenia, perhaps? Or maybe Bipolar disorder. She had no real idea, recalling very little of her already limited knowledge of psychology.
She placed her hand on the woman's back and began to carefully help her down the hallway. "Not much further now," she told her softly as they walked towards the psych ward.
"Well, that is a little crazy," Juliette pointed out with a laugh. "I would never think to do that. So, did the fruit just break into pieces or was there juice everywhere?" She questioned curiously.
"I've always imagined art students to be a little... Well... Square, to be honest. I guess you've proved me wrong. Although, I can't judge. I didn't really do anything cool in university."
Juliette sighed; the conversation was not going well. She wasn't sure how many more awkward silences she could take.
"Alright, well I had a boy come in recently that was attacked by fans of a famous mutant. Dislocated shoulder, a bite on the hand and a broken nose. It was all a bit strange to be honest," she told him, hoping that it was the sort of 'interesting' that Tyson was looking for.
"There are lots of other cases as well, if you'd like to hear about them."
"So, Sam the teacher who sometimes works with the police," Juliette summed up. She grinned a little at him, having expected something more along the lines of 'professional vigilante'. "That sounds rather interesting. Where do you teach, then?"
She stepped inside the bar and looked around, "over there alright?" She pointed to a small table near the corner. "I wouldn't say regular, but it's close enough to the hospital that I can come here after work. Besides, they have an excellent in-house brew."
Juliette stopped in her tracks immediately, not wanting to risk anything with the girl. She was better safe than sorry, at that point.
She sighed and shook her head. "Honey, I'm sure Jack - whoever he is - would want you to be safe. You're not safe right now," she pointed out and gave a long glance back as the police made their way onto the roof.
Juliette held out her hands at the police, a silent plea for them not to shoot at either her or the girl.
