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.
>>"Wow. I don't think I could do that. Working in the E.R. You sure are something, Ms. Juliette."
"Thank you," Juliette laughed. "It gets easier once you've done it for a while, though."
>>"I'm an artist. Most of my stuff is shown is small studios or commission work. Not as exciting, huh?"
"No, that is exciting!" Juliette enthused, "I've never been able to draw anything more detailed than a stick person. Have you shown anywhere recently?"
>> "So, if you don't mind me asking, what do you do for a living?"
Juliette set her coffee down on the little table in front of her, relieved that Sarah hadn't pressed her about it. She tucked her feet under her for warmth and turned back to her. "I'm a nurse. Working in the E.R. right now. And you?"
Juliette had barely finished counting to three before she popped his shoulder back in. However, Jiri slumped down, passed out. He nearly knocked her over as his body fell backwards into hers. She made a noise of protest as she was forced off the little stretcher and tumbled into the curtain behind her.
She stood up and dusted herself off before tending to the teen in front of her. "Jiri?" She asked quickly.
No response.
She pulled out her little flashlight and checked his pupils.
Responsive.
Then, she moved her fingers over his jugular and checked for a pulse.
Faint, but definitely present.
Good, at least she hadn't killed her supposedly easy case with a dislocated shoulder. She sighed and turned his body around into the recover position in case he decided to wake up and puke. She looked around for someone else on staff that she could hand the case over to. There was no way she was staying any longer past when her shift was already over to wait for him to wake up.
She stood up, stretched, and then handed the file over to another nurse. On her way to the staff room, she noticed an elderly woman struggling down the hall. In exchange for her giving up on the teen, she decided to help the woman instead.
"Ma'am? Can I give you a hand at all?" She asked the woman, laying a hand carefully on her back to steady her.
The woman blinked as she listened to his story. "I'll keep that in mind," she told him as she thought over his tale. It was pretty far fetched - there were mutant chat rooms? She needed to get out more - but then again, truth was stranger than fiction.
"Sorry," she said quickly, her exhaustion taking charge of her bed-side manner. "Just a little more and then it will be clean."
She finished and stifled a yawn, putting away the supplies. Since he had agreed to the manual relocation, she figured it would be best to get that out of the way. The stitches would have to wait.
She moved behind him and knelt on the bed with a hand on each side of his shoulder. She felt the joint carefully, running her hands over the circular shoulder blade. It wasn't too bad of a dislocation, but that didn't mean that it wouldn't still hurt like a ***** when it went back in.
"Alright, I'm going to put it back in place," Juliette told Jiri, more of as a courtesy than anything else. At that point, it needed to be done, and he didn't get much choice in the matter.
"Thanks," Juliette smiled as she took her cup in both hands, letting the warmth run through her. The cold seemed distant now, like a dream. All she could focus on was the warmth that now enveloped her.
>>"Much better. You alright? You looked a little pale earlier."
Juliette bit her lip, "I'm fine. I think it must have just been the weather." She turned away quickly, pretending to study the fire. She was a terrible liar, and anyone with eyes would be able to see right through her. Quickly, she sipped her coffee to cover some of her face.
Juliette frowned at him and rolled her chair back slightly. Teenage boys always felt the need to make things more difficult than they had to be. She considered just forcing him to get the x-ray, but she really wasn't up to dealing with an argument.
"Look, my shift's almost older, so I'll make a deal with you. No x-ray and I'll pop your shoulder back in right here, but then you need to go home and get some sleep. No more partying, capeesh?" Juliette looked at him with her least friendly glare; one that had been known to stare down even the most troublesome of patients. "And, you need to tell me how all this happened. If I know how you did it, then it's easier to know if there will be any further damage done."
>>“How long is this all going to take to heal?”
"A couple of days, maybe more," Juliette informed him. "It's really all based on pain level, but you'll likely get a prescription for an anti-inflammatory that will speed up the process. Your hand is definitely going to need stitches, though. Those take a bit longer to heal and you'll need to see a doctor to get them removed."
She reached leaned over and began to clean the wound on his hand, prepping it for stitches.
Juliette smiled at her and breathed a sigh of relief. She hated being low on energy, and even a little bit from the fire would make her feel a thousand times better. She only hoped that Sarah wouldn't notice. Or wouldn't care. Either would work although the latter would be unlikely.
"A coffee, please," Juliette told the barista. "With just cream."
She paid for her order and sat down in a big armchair next to the fireplace to wait for Sarah to join her. She sighed deeply as she absorbed some of the light from the fire, which flickered and dimmed slightly. She prayed that her companion wouldn't take any notice of it.
Juliette saw Adder pause and decided that she had hooked him. She sat back down and held out her hand, ready to spread some of the ointment on his burns.
She hoped that she didn't look too threatening as she did. Although, she couldn't think of anything about her that looked threatening. She was five-foot-four and wearing a sweater, for god's sake. Then, she remembered. She was still holding the taser. Juliette dropped it in her bag quickly and closed it.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to taser you," she assured him. "I just want to help."
"Thank you," Juliette smiled at Sarah as she walked through the door. It was a nice cafe, and it looked rather cosy. She breathed in and rubbed her arms, trying to get rid of the goosebumps. She smiled at the barista and stood in line, waiting for Sarah to join her.
She scanned the menu for a moment, before deciding that nearly anything warm would do just fine. She made a final decision of a simple cup of coffee.
She glanced around the cafe, wondering if it would be too much of a risk to absorb some light from the lamp close to her. Probably, she decided. It would have made her much warmer, though. Perhaps she could convince Sarah to sit by the fire. At that point, seeing her ring out her hair, it didn't seem like it would be too much of a stretch.
"Do you want to sit in those seats by the fireplace?" Juliette asked Sarah with a small smile. "After we order, of course."
>>"Hrr thank you, I'll have some crrrranberrrrrry juice, please."
Juliette gave him a reassuring smile and stood up to get back in line. To her dismay, there were at least ten more people in line than there had been when she went through. She sighed and waited behind a mother and daughter. She smiled at the girl, who simply stuck out her tongue at her. Juliette sighed - it was going to be a long wait.
She waited for a while and eventually got to the front of the line. She ordered Tyson a cranberry juice and then sat back down next to him. She handed him the juice and a straw, thinking it would be easier for him. "There you are. Do you..." She stopped for a moment, unsure if it would be rude to ask. After a moment, she just blurted it out. "Do you want me to open it for you?"
Juliette sighed and ceased her patting. Fine; he wasn't going to try and be social, so why should she? Besides, there was no way that someone could argue that she hadn't done enough. She had done more than enough. But still, there remained a small voice inside of her that made her stay.
"That's fine," she said with a slightly annoyed lilt in her voice as she stood up, "I won't rub this soothing aloe on your burns. It's fine by me. After all, I'm not the one in pain."
She looked at him directly in the eyes, hoping that her comment had at least gotten somewhere with him. If not, she wasn't in the mood to try again. She got more than enough sass from ungrateful patients at every other moment. There was no way that she was going to spend her time off trying to convince a teenager that he needed medical treatment. She screwed the cap back on the tube rather aggressively to drive the point home, causing some of the ointment to ooze onto her hands. Great, just what she needed.
>>"Sarah. And it's alright. Seems to be one of those days."
"It's nice to meet you, Sarah," Juliette smiled at her. She shook off her arms and legs, trying her best to get off the excess water. She frowned a little; her pants seemed to be glued to her legs.
>>"Could I at least buy you something warm? For the trouble helping me out caused."
She bit her lip as she looked at the cafe Sarah was pointing to. "No, I can't let you do that..." Juliette sighed, not wanting her to feel indebted to her for a simple kindness. However, she really liked the idea of a warm drink. "Why don't we go in together?" She suggested.
It didn't take a nurse, or frankly someone with eyes, to figure out that the boy was lying. "I'm fine," came his garbled response. Juliette shook her head and approached him slightly more quickly. He was clearly in pain, and his mouth looked like it had been through a blender.
"You're quite obviously not alright," she insisted and grabbed her purse off the ground, pulling out the medical supplies that she kept in case of emergency. "Let me have a look at those burns for you."
She gestured for him to come closer and sat down on a nearby step, patting the spot beside her. She took out a bottle of aloe and spread some on the tip of her finger, ready to apply it.
After Juliette handed the woman her umbrella, she stood up and said something, but Juliette was too distracted by the obnoxious taxi driver that sprayed them with muddy water. She gasped, finding her clothes soaked to her skin. As if the rain hadn't been bad enough.
"Learn how to drive!" Juliette called after the car and let out a quiet curse. Normally she wouldn't have bothered, but she was already in a bad mood.
>>"People these days. I hope he didn't get you too."
"He did," she sighed and frowned. "Well, now there's no way I'm going to the store like this," she decided, but then stopped herself suddenly. She was being rude. This complete stranger didn't want to hear her complain about the state of her clothing, no matter how terrible it was.
"Sorry, I'm Juliette," she gave the woman a polite smile and offered a hand for her to shake.
Juliette hated the rain. She hated it more than almost anything else. When there was no rain, there was no sun. When there was no sun, there was no energy, which made her lethargic and frankly, downright grumpy. She had debated hiding out in her apartment for the entire day, but an empty pantry had lured her into the filthy city streets. I have to get out of this city, she decided with a heavy sigh.
As she walked she spun her yellow umbrella, spraying those around her with water droplets. If she were a little taller, the water might have hit their umbrellas, but since she was not, she soaked their clothes. This garnered her many angry glares from the other pedestrians. She ignored them, keeping her eyes focused on the pathway.
After a moment, she noticed a woman trip on an uneven path and fall on the muddy street. Juliette felt sympathetic; the streets of New York were treacherous for anyone not on guard. She stooped and picked up the bright green umbrella which had landed a few feet away from her. She paused for a moment, considering what she was doing. The last few times she had stopped to help a stranger, it had resulted in violence. She sighed to herself, unable to get past her nature to help people, despite the danger to her own safety.
"Are you alright?" Juliette asked her as he extended a hand to help her up. She had employed the friendliest voice she could manage in order to not appear to be in as bad of a mood as she was.
