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 bit her lip. If the girl was lying, she was really good at it. But then again, she had just seen her kill people in cold blood. That was not something done by someone who just needed money. No, Juliette decided. There was definitely something else up.
"The police can help you," Juliette explained to her, stepping a little closer with outstretched hands. "Whatever's going on, robbing a bank is not the way to deal with it. You need to put the briefcase down and step away from the edge. Can you tell me your name?"
She hoped desperately that the girl would listen to her. She had even added a question at the end to try and distracter her - a common technique that she used when a patient was in pain. She didn't think that she would be able to forget a little girl jumping off of the edge of a multi-storey building.
Juliette glanced backwards. The police were on their way up and would be there any second. She only needed to stall her for a few moments, and then it would be alright. She hoped it would, at least.
>>"Not quite but now I'm curious. The worst I got into in college was breaking into the science lab for liquid nitrogen. Alcohol wasn't really something we messed with. Mostly because my group all had day jobs, ya know?"
Juliette chuckled as she listened, "yes, well and you probably weren't part of a fraternity. Weird stunts seem to come with the territory. I can always tell you a tale of their misadventures if you'd really like to hear one. Although, liquid nitrogen does sound like a lot of fun. Did you do anything cool with it?"
Juliette made it to the roof and was soon joined by the girl. Jump? She was seriously going to jump? This was why Juliette didn't get involved in things. If you don't get involved, you can't be blamed for the consequences.
She much preferred to be a part of the clean-up crew than to have to participate, but she was there already. It fell on her to deal with the little girl.
All of the sensitivity training she had taken failed her in those moments. What could she say to the little girl? Oh, please don't jump, I'm only going to hand you over to the police. Yes, a great plan when dealing with a murderous adolescent.
"I-" Juliette started to say something, but stopped. She thought through it carefully before she said anything else. The girl could be packing heat, for all she knew.
"Who are they? Who are they going to hurt?" She inquired finally. Her voice had a calming tone, and at that moment, nothing about her appearance would be threatening.
Juliette let out a little sigh of relief as the girl turned around, but then frowned. Where was she going? Was she... Running away? No, she was heading to the elevator. Why would she go to the elevator? She would be trapped up there, especially with the quickly approaching police.
She stood up, ignoring the fact the fact that the bottoms of her pant legs were being weighed down by blood. That would bother her later. In that moment, the only thing she could think about was the girl.
She gave a quick glance to the people who had been shot, even though she was distracted. Unfortunately, there wasn't much she could do to help without any of her supplies. To her relief, multiple ambulances had shown up on the scene to relieve her. She had ample time to follow the girl.
Upon further examination of the elevator, she realized that the one that wasn't in use had been put out of order. She jumped back as it fell to the bottom of the shaft with an ear-piercing crash. Judging from the screams that accompanied it, the elevator had been occupied.
Alright, then. Stairs it was.
She rounded the corner quickly, her legs pumping as she ran the many flights. Juliette was very used to elevators. If not for the adrenaline that had kicked in, she likely would have been very winded.
She reached the roof with a slight feeling of regret. What exactly had persuaded her to follow the girl, she would never know. She typically prided herself in non-violence, but for some reason that particular day was different. She wanted nothing more than to stop the girl.
Then, the fight or flight feeling vanished and she was left on the rooftop, stuck with her reckless decision to fight. She wished more than anything that someone else was there instead of her. She knew hardly anything about apprehending a dangerous young mutant, and most of the fight moves she knew were self-defense. To top it all off, she didn't even have all that much energy.
Well, she was there, and she would likely have to fight- whether she wanted to or not.
"What kind of interesting?" Juliette asked for clarification. There were many kinds of interesting in a hospital. He would need to be more specific. "Gory interesting, weird interesting, medically interesting? I'm not sure what you're looking for."
She nodded as he spoke more about the institute. So far, what she had heard sounded good. She wasn't quite convinced, though. She wanted another opinion on the matter; someone who had been there longer.
Juliette wasn't entirely sure what to say to Tyson in that moment, though. He seemed to be holding back, but she didn't want to press him. She seemed to have made things uncomfortable enough.
"Well, it seems you're in the right place for a drink," she pointed out rather awkwardly.
The girl had seen her. Juliette muttered a curse under her breath as the girl spoke in a way that was obviously meant to be intimidating, but coming from her small frame it didn't sound as such.
Whatever. She had gotten what she needed.
Juliette stopped moving and put her hands in her lap, the lamp successfully drained of all energy. She could feel it coursing through her veins as her body took hold of the new power. It definitely wasn't as much as she was hoping for, but it would have to do. It danced off of her fingers as she tried to decide on a course of action. She hid them casually, hoping no one had taken notice.
She figured it likely wouldn't be a good idea to just go and blast her while the girl was staring at her. She had no idea what she was capable of, but she didn't seem to have many reservations about murder. Definitely not smart - especially since she didn't get all that much energy from the lamp.
Glancing around at the crowd surrounding her, she tried to make eye contact with some of the other hostages. Perhaps one of them was a mutant as well?
No movement.
New plan, then.
She fixed her eyes on the little girl, willing her to turn away. She only needed a few milliseconds.
Of course the bank would be robbed. Of course, on the one day that Juliette had decided to finally just bite the bullet and cash her checks, and at the same time find out her dreaded bank balance, the bank would be robbed. And bite the bullet she had.
At first, it was just a bunch of regular humans, a typical thing in a city as large as New York. Well, not quite typical, but definitely more typical than the adolescent girl that interrupted them and took the briefcase. She didn't look more than eleven, but from what Juliette could make out of her saying, she didn't act her age at all.
She had missed the small window of opportunity to flee and had been one of the unlucky few taken as hostages. She sat with her back to the wall, her arms wrapped around her legs in a position reminiscent of the one she had been forced to assume during tornado drills in school. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, but she had no right to complain. At least she hadn't been shot.
There were bloody bodies at her feet. It was nothing she hadn't seen before, but she had always been able to do something about it. At that moment, she was subjected to hearing their cries as she sat, unable to move from fear.
She needed energy. Desperately. She was vulnerable without it. There was a lamp about ten feet away from her, but there was a clearly murderous little girl in her way. She inched forward slightly, hoping that the girl wouldn't notice.
There.
She was close enough to absorb the light. She only needed about twenty seconds to do so.
"Alright," Juliette nodded, "it's just down this way, actually." She pointed down the street adjacent to the hospital which was lit up by neon signs. She noticed his arm outstretched for her and took it warily. She hoped he wasn't getting the idea that the night out would be anything more than drinks.
"I've been a nurse for about a year and a half," Juliette told him as they walked. "Recent graduate. Can I ask what you do? Other than get beat up by pick-pocketing mutants, I mean." She smirked a little.
She stopped in front of an old brick building called 'The Barley Works'. "This is it."
After her shift, Juliette changed out of her scrubs quickly and stuck her hair in a loose bun. She was exhausted, but coffee helped to dull the tired feeling. She sighed, dreading the walk home in the low light. She hated having to walk in the dark, especially in public when she couldn't even form some sort of light to steady her nerves. The numerous streetlights and neon glow were likely the only thing that she liked about New York, but the stretch from the hospital to her apartment was unusually dim for city. She grabbed her purse and stepped outside, having completely forgotten about her plans.
She had walked about a block before she remembered. Suddenly, she stopped in the middle of the wave of people walking along the sidewalk, an annoyed expression on her face. Muttering a curse under her breath, she retraced her steps, hoping that Sam hadn't completely given up hope and gone home.
Twenty minutes past the time she had given him, Juliette appeared at the bike racks. "Hey, sorry I'm late," she said to him as a way of greeting. "I completely blanked on our plans. Are you still up for drinks?"
"Hrr do you specialize in anything in parrrticularrr?"
"Trauma," Juliette informed him. "So basically I do things like this all day. Someone comes in who's injured and I patch them up and send them home."
She nodded as he spoke of the institute, having gained a little more knowledge about it through him. It seemed interesting, but it also seemed like there was a lot going on there. She wanted to investigate it further to gain a little more insight into what it was really like.
"Well, what are you doing so far inside the city, then?" Juliette asked him curiously. She doubted that the institute would be anywhere near the bustle of downtown, especially if it housed so many mutants. Besides, she had never seen or heard of it. As she looked at Tyson, though, she doubted that he would have driven himself there, so perhaps he wasn't alone?
"Well," Juliette thought for a moment, "what you're really looking out for is infection. If it becomes infected then you risk losing your arm and the infection spreading to your brain, which, yes, you could die from if left untreated. Luckily, though, we live in the age of modern medicine where we have antibiotics and antiseptics, so that's rarely an issue. However, if you nick an artery in the process it is possible to bleed out. So, yes, technically you could die from it, but it's unlikely."
She nodded at him and finished up writing on a form, "just give this to the woman at the front desk. I believe you can pay with credit. Oh, and go home and rest with your arm elevated. You have three hours now, so it's perfect timing. I'll see you in a few hours, alright? Just not for anything medical; I'll be off duty."
She stood up and stretched, gave him a little wave and then went to go see who her next patient would be.
Juliette couldn't help blushing a little as he asked her out. It wasn't the first time it had happened, in fact, it wasn't even the first time it had happened that day. But he was definitely the most smooth of all the suitors; even finishing the statement with a wide smile. She wasn't supposed to see patients outside of work, but he had only been there for a few minutes. Screw it. She had nothing to lose by saying yes. It had been so long since she had actually said yes to someone that it felt kind of foreign.
"Well, if I do see you for drinks, I can't treat you. Conflict of interest and all." Juliette informed him, "but my shift is over in... Three hours. Why don't you come back then? There's a bar down the street that isn't all that terrible."
Juliette twisted the lid back on the bottle of antiseptic, glancing at Sam as she did. He let out a little breath, but that was all. Not even a wince. He must have been through worse, she assumed.
She gave him the courtesy of a chuckle as he used a tired joke."No, if there were a Romeo we would both be dead three days in. Romantic, huh? Thus with a kiss I die," she quoted and added in a little gasp and fake faint.
She stashed the bottle away in the little set of drawers next to the stretcher and took out a pair of forceps. She moved over to his arm and began to stitch it up in careful, well-practiced lines. It didn't take her all that long, and after she finished she placed a large bandage over top of the soon-to-be-scar.
"All done," she informed him with a hint of a smile. "You'll have to have to see someone to get the stitches removed after a few days, and if you have any issues, see your doctor right away. You likely won't need another trip to the ER, though. Just stay out of the way of pickpocketing mutants."
"My turn?" Juliette asked jokingly. She had known it was coming. She tucked her legs into the side of the chair as she thought of an interesting story for Sarah. Nothing too gory, she decided.
"Alright. So it was almost midnight on a Wednesday evening. Now typically, we only get accidents like broken arms and concussions on Wednesdays. I mean, who does anything cool on a Wednesday? That night, though, was different. It was really weird. It started with one ambulance. It was just a senior who was puking and had a fever. Nothing weird, right?"
"However, that ambulance was followed by seven more ambulances and I think it might have been about nine cars. They were all filled with puking feverish seniors. So what do you do with twenty-five puking, feverish seniors in an already full ER? Before long, they had taken over every spare stretcher we had."
"So, as it turns out, they had all gone on a pub run, and they had all gotten food poisoning. Unfortunately, there as nothing we could do except give them fluids and send them home. Sorry, not a very funny story, but I couldn't really think of anything and I figured you wouldn't want to hear about Frat boys experimenting with *** toys and keg stands." Juliette shrugged and finished off her coffee.
Juliette nodded as he recounted his story. Mutant powers meant a lower risk of infection. That was good. He would still need the antiseptic, though, just to be safe. He likely didn't want a skin infection in his arm. Especially since she was starting to get the impression that he worked in law-enforcement.
"Juliette," she told him as he seemed to search for her name. She ignored the comment about her number, hoping he would simply drop the subject.
"It is pretty deep," Juliette told him when he asked. "You have what's called a laceration - a deep cut in the flesh. So, not as bad as a gunshot or a stabbing wound, but it'll definitely leave a scar. Maybe next time you'll remember this when you go head to head with a mutant."
She dabbed the excess blood off of his arm as she tipped a little of the antiseptic over the wound, letting the liquid work its magic. "This is going to sting a little bit. It should only last a second, though, and then we can get started on the stitches."
