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 sighed as she watched him drink from his flask. Technically, she wasn't supposed to let him do that, but she didn't feel like being the one to take alcohol away from someone who so clearly didn't like hospitals. He looked cold, but there wasn't really much she would be able to offer him at this point other than a gown - aka a sheet of thin fabric that left the back wide open.
She reached over to the little desk and grabbed a pair of blue latex gloves, stretching them over her fingers. Carefully, she untied the shirt from his arm. He hadn't done a bad job, actually. He had even compared it to MacGyver, which made her laugh. That had been one of her mom's favourite shows. Her mom had loved to admire the lead as he saved various people from situations with minimal materials.
As she examined the wound in his arm, she found it to be moderately deep. He had missed any arteries, though, so that was a good start. "Definitely going to need stitches," Juliette told him as she examined it.
"I still need to know how you were injured, though," Juliette explained to him as she held the shirt over the wound with one hand and opened a bottle of antiseptic with the other. "There's nothing on your form indicating any allergies or what shots you've gotten, so I need to know if I should be watching out for certain medications or if you might have been exposed to things like tetanus."
"This way," Juliette instructed as she weaved her way through the mess of patients. After a second, she stopped in front of a stretcher warded off by a blue curtain on either side. "You can go ahead and take a seat."
Instinctively, she moved the clipboard a little in front of her chest. She already been hit on that night, and she wasn't all that interested deflecting it while working again.
"No, Athena finished her shift a little while ago. Why, do you know her?" Juliette asked him curiously as took a seat on the little rolling stool. "And yes, I am working. I'm not one to dress up as a nurse and issue fake medical advice. Is it alright if I unwrap this?" She asked him as she examined the tourniquet on his arm.
"How exactly did this happen?" She asked him as she waited for his consent. There wasn't a clear medical history on the form, and she wasn't sure exactly what to look out for as she treated him. She watched him closely, interested to hear his story.
Juliette sat quietly as she listened to Sarah talk. It had been so long since she had spent time with someone who wasn't injured, and she was enjoying the semblance of a normal life in her twenties.
She laughed at the end and sipped her coffee, "sounds like it. At least you got some pieces out of it, though."
Juliette let out a huge sigh. His ribs definitely looked broken. Judging from the bruising, it looked pretty painful.
"Can you lie down on the ground here so I can get a better look?" Juliette asked him. She would need to feel along his ribs to be sure. If she was right, though, she couldn't do all that much about it. Broken ribs were among the most difficult bones to set, and she couldn't even x-ray them. She didn't want to risk nicking anything with a bone shard. Even if they weren't broken, though, there wasn't really anything you could do with bruises other than wait them out.
"If your ribs are broken, you're going to need to see a doctor of some sort."
The man stood up, and Juliette noticed the eye-patch on his face. It didn't seem to be bothering him, so she figured it wasn't the thing that had brought him to the ER. Then he lifted his arm. It was definitely the arm. It was bleeding through the make-shift tourniquet he appeared to have fashioned and was dripping onto the floor.
Juliette rolled her eyes at him as he spoke. Oh, he was one of those guys. Suddenly, she found herself wishing she had been assigned to the elderly couple. "Look, if your name has been called, I would suggest going with it. Otherwise, it could be a few more hours. Besides, it seems you're bleeding on the floor. The sooner we get you stitched up, the less there will be to clean."
She looked him dead in the eye and gave him a look, hoping that he wouldn't argue. She had argued with patients about this before, and at one point or another, someone would always stand up and offer to take their place. Then, all hell would break loose. She would definitely take being hit on by a drunk guy over a fight with an angry suburban mother.
Juliette rubbed some hand sanitizer across her already dried out hands as she waved goodbye to her previous patient. She rolled her shoulders back, letting out some of the tension in her muscles. Was it late or early? She had no idea at that point. Whatever. Time for the next patient, anyways.
"Sam Johnson?" She called across the waiting room. Her eyes scanned the crowd. It was fairly empty on that day - definitely an anomaly. The patients that were waiting consisted of an elderly couple, a mother and son, a group of fairly drunk teenage girls and a blonde man in his twenties. Judging from the age listed on the form, she made eye contact with the blonde man.
The group of girls giggled loudly and pushed each other off of their seats. Juliette decided that she had dodged a bullet when she was handed Sam's form. There was nothing like pumping the stomachs of drunk minors.
"Thank you, Adder," Juliette gave him a reassuring smile as he unzipped his vest. "I guess I should have told you before, but I'm Juliette and I'm a nurse. I help people for a living."
She stepped a little closer to him, waiting for him to finish with his vest. Normally, she would have just suggested that he go to the hospital rather than her having to take a look at it in the middle of an alleyway, but based on his appearance, she figured that it wouldn't be the best option. Besides, the last time she had suggested a hospital to a mutant, they had absolutely lost it. Unfortunately, though, if anything was broken she wouldn't be able to see if he was in danger of puncturing a lung.
"Do you have any access to health care?" She asked him.
>>“Maybe you can help me, dear. Maybe you can. There's a person in this hospital in grave, grave danger—I've seen it. My powers showed me. I must find them, before it's too late.”
Juliette blinked at her, surprised. Had she fallen asleep and not realized? No, if she was asleep, the strong antiseptic smell wouldn't be assaulting her senses. Alright, so the woman was just strange. Off her meds, perhaps? Whatever it was, Juliette decided to just play along.
"Alright, then, where do you need to look?" Juliette asked the woman. She glanced around the crowded E.R., "do you have any idea who it is?"
The psychiatric ward wasn't all that far. Perhaps if she guided the woman enough, she could bring her there and drop her off. Then, she would still have enough time to get home before sunrise.
Cautiously, Juliette reached out her fingers and began to apply the aloe to Adder's burns. "You really shouldn't go around biting burning men," she pointed out as she worked.
She applied a thick layer, and then closed the cap. He would start to feel the soothing effects of the cream after a few seconds.
"Better?" She asked him. "Did you hurt anything else along the way?" She asked him, glancing at the way he winced when he moved.
She hoped that the aloe would make things a little bit easier between them. She wanted him to see that she had no intention to hurt him. Just the opposite, actually. She wanted to help.
Juliette nodded and twisted off the cap of the juice, putting it out in front of him.
>>"Hrrr what's it like being a nurrrse?"
Juliette thought for a moment, a little grateful for a topic that she knew something about. "It can be difficult," she admitted, "but I really enjoy it. On good days, that is. People can be really awful. I suppose that's a lot of the reason I have a job, though. Awful people doing stupid things." She laughed a little. "I won't gross you out with the gory details, though."
She glanced at him for a moment, hoping that she hadn't offended him too much before. "Are you in school at the institute?"
“No you go you’ll blend in better than me. Plus I’m actually guilty of something now of they catch me. There’s no point in you going to jail for nothing. I’ll give me you my number and I’ll call you so you know I’m okay?” Atian said and smiled at her.
"No!" Juliette argued quickly. "There's no way I'm going to let you do that."
She turned back and blasted the door open, the bright light bouncing off the metal door and causing the crowd to go wild. "Being able to blend in is what is going to save me in the end. I'm trying to make a way for you to get away," she insisted as she fiddled with the latch.
The door was stuck. More than stuck. It seemed to be welded shut for some reason. Then, she realized that there were two doors. The other was almost twenty feet away. If that wasn't bad enough, the police had made their way up to the building that they were on. They surrounded them, carrying guns and shields.
Terrified, Juliette turned back to Atian. When she looked back at him, though, he was no longer there.
>>"Yeah, I would thanks. Let me get some cash outta my wallet."
"Don't worry about it," Juliette smiled at her and walked away with the two mugs. She ordered refills and returned holding two full glasses. "Here you are," the woman smiled at Sarah and handed her the mug.
"So, story time, I suppose?" Juliette asked rhetorically as she took a seat in her armchair. "Why don't you start?"
>>"I have a lot of pieces on display at Trust-ing Arts. It's a little gallery about five streets from here. Uh, not trying to be rude but if you get me going I may not stop."
"That's alright," Juliette told her honestly. "This is interesting. I don't usually have many conversations that don't end in someone being injured."
>>"Though I bet you have plenty of fun stories of work too, yeah?"
"I have a few," Juliette admitted as she sipped the last of her coffee. Man, it had gone really fast. "I think I'm going to go order another coffee, and then maybe we could swap stories?"
She stood up holding her mug and reached out for Sarah's. "Do you want another one?"
