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's breathing slowed as she pulled the taser away from his face. It seemed to have worked; his face twisted in pain and he fell to the ground. When he stopped writhing, he seemed to look back at her. She worried that he might try to hit her again. If he tried again, she would be sure to lose. She didn't have the strength to fight him again and she wouldn't be able to get away with another taser shot.
However, the man turned and left. She let out a sigh of relief and shifted back to her human form. She rotated her jaw, testing out the pain in her cheek bone from where she had been struck. ****, it still hurt like a *****.
Juliette turned looked back at the boy he was assaulting. For a brief moment, she considered just turning and leaving. After all, she didn't know whether or not the boy would be just as violent. However, she ignored the thought and approached him slowly.
The man barely flinched, seemingly unharmed by the blow. Juliette's stomach knotted aggressively. If he wasn't hurt by that, what would hurt him? Obviously, he was impervious to heat, and by the looks of it blasts as well.
She was more prepared as he swung again. She sidestepped it quickly but was clipped a little on her way. It didn't hurt her as she was still in her energy form, but the force of it sent her reeling.
As she stumbled to the left, her eyes fell on the purse that she had carelessly tossed to the side when she saw the pair fighting. She grabbed it greedily and dug around, her hand securing around a mid-sized object. She turned around and held it out in front of her, the taser turned to max. She wasn't sure exactly where she had intended to aim, but she ended up striking him on the side of his face where he already had an open wound.
Lucky shot, she thought as the thing vibrated in her hand.
Juliette watched anxiously as Atian jumped. She closed her eyes as he started his descent, unable to force herself to watch a possible tragedy. After a moment, she pried her eyes open and breathed a sigh of relief as he flashed her a thumbs up.
She followed quickly after him, knowing she only had a few seconds before she was overrun by the mob. She jumped off the side of the building, using her abilities to make sure that she landed safely. She stood up, hardly winded, and looked at Atian.
She scanned her surroundings. There was a doorway that led into the building only a few feet away. Perhaps if she could pry the door open, they would be able to lose the crowd and hide inside. Of course, that risked the possibility of them being cornered. Atian was too recognizable, she realized. They would need some sort of distraction or cover to be able to get away. But where would they go when they got away? Would she lead him to safety and then get back to her regular life? Those were important questions for a different time. At that moment, they needed to get away.
Then, she had an idea.
"Go down those stairs," Juliette told him quickly. "I'll lead the mob away and we can rendezvous somewhere outside of the city, away from the crowds."
Juliette's eyes softened a little bit as she listened. She immediately felt awful for asking the question. It wasn't fair, especially for someone in his situation. God, she was making a mess of everything. Nodding, she silenced herself for a few moments. Would it be better if she simply left? It would certainly give her less of a chance to ask stupid questions. She was finished with her coffee, after all.
She made a move to stand up, then changed her mind suddenly. Tyson seemed a little bit lonely if she was being honest. She forced herself to sit back down and continue their conversation. This time around, she prayed that she wouldn't completely butcher it.
"Do you want me to order you a cold drink? It might be a little bit easier if you use a straw," she suggested. "Until we find you some caps, at least."
The punch came out of nowhere. It was a hurtling projectile that seemed to erupt from thin air and hit her with a deafening smack. Her face felt like it had been hit by a truck. It had been so long since she had been punched that she had almost forgotten the feeling. She had become so desensitized to pain over the past few years that she had forgotten what it truly felt like to be in pain.
Her body remained in a bent position that it had been forced into by the punch, and she was too shocked to stand back up. Instinctively, she touched her face where she could already begin to feel a bruise form. She pressed on it gingerly, wincing from the pain. One thing was for sure: the man had a nasty uppercut.
After a moment or so, she looked up at him, her eyes flashing yellow-gold with rage. She rarely ever let herself lose her cool, but she figured that now was as good of a time as any. The man, after all, definitely deserved it. The muscles in her hands seized into a fist as her nails bit into her skin, drawing a little of the attention away from her face for a brief period.
She shifted forms in a quick motion, her veins already flooded with energy. The pain disappeared instantly and was replaced by a searing hatred.
Her knee moved up above her waist and she released a swift kick to his groin, expecting him to double over. She shook herself off, ready to go another round.
Juliette pulled her hand away immediately and stepped back, visibly frightened by his sudden outburst. She composed herself quickly, though and waved her hand over his burning face. She pulled the flames away and held them in a ball in her hand. As they danced slightly, she looked back at the man in front of her.
"What the hell are you doing?" She repeated calmly, still holding the flames. "From what I can see, you're beating up a teenager while on fire, and I would rather not have to interfere. Burns are difficult to treat with only a first-aid kit."
After another moment, she turned her hand over and absorbed the flames in a quick motion. She studied him carefully, wanting to give the young mutant a chance to get away as she distracted Calcifer.
The skin seemed to glow a little and was very warm. Definitely a mutant, she decided. Wanting to disable him further, she quickly absorbed any light that he produced.
Juliette paused as Tyson pulled his paw away. She worried that she had made him uncomfortable with the staring. Sensitivity training had covered just about everything except what to say to someone with a mutation that made them look like a Wolf. She kicked herself mentally and seared the occasion into her mind so that if something like that ever happened again she wouldn't stare quite so much. She sighed and finished off her coffee as she listened to him, unable to stop herself from feeling bad about the paw incident.
She smiled slightly as he spoke about the institute. It sounded nice, like a haven of some sort. It almost made her want to reconsider.
Almost.
She was silent for a moment and appeared to be thinking. After a little while, she looked up and asked, "do you think that if you had the option to go elsewhere that you would? I mean, is the institute more of a necessary stop or would you chose to live there?"
Juliette nodded along with him, her mind spinning. For a moment, she considered what it would be like if she went to the institute. She quickly pushed the thought away, though. She was needed more where she was, and the institute would likely mean a long time commitment. The idea was definitely planted, though.
>>"Hrrr, trrrust me, if they did I would be no wherrre nearrr therrre."
Nodding, Juliette took another sip of her coffee. She didn't entirely believe Tyson on the matter but figured that it was best if she dropped the issue. People didn't just set up an institute like the one he described with no catch, did they?
She couldn't help but sneak another quick glance at his paw, amazed by how quickly it had healed. Silently, she wished that there was some way to harness his ability and produce it to use on a large scale. It was hard to believe that the world could shun mutants when they could possibly be the answer to so many problems. She tore her eyes away after a moment, forcing herself back on topic.
"Do you like it at the institute?" Juliette asked him curiously. She really wanted to give the place a proper vetting, but she didn't want to overload him with questions. Instead, she stuck to a simple one that she hoped would give her some sort of insight.
Juliette wrapped herself tighter in the thin coat she had worn out that morning over her clothes. She had been optimistic about the weather, thinking that at some point the weather would have to warm up. Didn't it? Letting out a quick breath that soon turned to fog, she continued down the path to the subway station.
Normally, she would have taken her normal route, but that morning was a bitter one and she didn't want to have to spend any more time outside than absolutely necessary. So, she made a snap decision and turned on her heel down a back alley. She had been down it a few times and figured she could probably make it over the tall fence if no one was looking. She kept her head down on the path, not really looking ahead of her.
Just a few seconds before she would have walked into a man in an expensive-looking coat, she finally looked up. She stopped suddenly to get a good look at the scene.
The man in the coat was standing over what looked to be a boy of some kind. His features were far from human, though, and he more closely resembled an animal than a human. Despite his unusual appearance, however, it was still clear to her that he had taken several hits.
Juliette walked up directly behind the man and reached up to tap his shoulder. "What the hell are you doing?" She asked him incredulously with a hand placed lightly on her jutted hip. The other was still near his shoulder. Something, a heat of some kind, seemed to be radiating off of him. She chalked it up to her overly active imagination and waited for his response as if she had felt nothing.
"A school for people with abilities," Juliette repeated softly. She didn't know why she had never heard of it before. Of course, it wasn't as if she frequented mutant establishments. It wasn't like she avoided them, either, she just simply preferred to stay under the radar. Of course, she got the odd obvious mutant patient, but other than that she didn't have contact with all that many.
She thought about it for a moment, trying to grasp the idea of it. Wouldn't it be dangerous to house so many people with powers in one area? They probably had safeguards in place. She shook her head at the idea, trying her picture a school for mutants. A small part of her wished that she could have heard about it while she was still in school. It likely would have saved her quite a few years of feeling insecure about her abilities. It was far too late for that, though.
She looked back to Tyson after a moment, "and they just take anyone with powers? Or is it just students?" She asked him curiously. Her mind suddenly shifted to a dark place, and she blurted out her thought before she could decide better of it, "they don't... Experiment on people or anything, do they?"
Juliette nodded along as Tyson spoke, finding herself picturing Pennsylvania as he described it. In her mind, it was beautiful. He seemed upset by the thought of it, but covered it quickly with a question about her.
"A little bit of everywhere," Juliette shrugged as she spoke and sipped her coffee. "My mom liked to move around so we never spent more than a few months anywhere. I spent a good chunk of my early childhood in Georgia, though. Have you ever seen the cherry blossoms there? They're lovely in the spring. Sometimes I still have a bit of an accent when I get frustrated." She looked down with a lopsided smile and shook her head at the thought.
As she went over what Tyson had said, though, something stuck out in her mind like a sore thumb. Even though Tyson seemed upset, she could help but ask him her question. "What is the institute, exactly?" She waited for her answer eagerly, a small part of her worried that she might receive an answer that would terrify her.
"Hrrr Easierrrr said then done." Juliette frowned at Tyson as she noticed the discouraged lilt in his voice. She pushed his pie back to him and stared at the table, trying to think of something to say in return.
Unable to think of anything, she stared at the little paper triangle placed in the middle of the table. It advertised some sort of fancy coffee that sounded far too complicated for Juliette to ever remember. Besides, she reminded herself, she was supposed to be following a strict diet. She glanced back at her macchiato. So far it hadn't gone all that well.
She checked her watch. Half past two. She didn't have to work that night, and had considered calling friends, but ultimately decided against it. As much as she tried to be, she had never been much of an extrovert.
After a moment or so, she looked back at Tyson, having decided to make some small talk. However awkward it might be. "So, Tyson, where are you from?"
"I need a second, can you manage?" Atian asked her as he worked on reloading. Juliette nodded quickly, thinking that surely she had shown him that she could manage by now. She hated being pigeon-holed into the category of "just a woman", but that was something she would have to deal with later. Right that moment, there was a bot in front of her with its main circuitry exposed.
Juliette stepped towards it somewhat cautiously, her survival instinct kicking in. She ignored her body's natural desire to run away from the bot and stuck her hands directly in its chest, tugging out the wires. The electricity had no affect on her as she was in her energy form, and she let it bounce around her as she absorbed the light energy from it.
The bot crumpled in front of her, nothing but a weak shell without its wiring. Juliette breathed a sigh of relief and stepped away from it. "Come on," she said urgently to Atian. "There are probably more on the way and the mob might start to follow us. Do you think you can make the jump between buildings?"
Below them, the mob had nearly filled the entire alleyway. Most people had watched the fight and those who hadn't weren't finding it difficult to catch on. There were many outcries of derogatory terms in their direction, most followed by death threats. The police had begun to push the crowd back and a few were making their way up the fire-escapes and to the roof from the inside of the building.
"Hrr Wherrrre would I get plastic caps?" Tyson had asked her in an excited tone. Juliette smiled a little. She always like to be able to help people, no matter how she was doing it. She thought about his question for a moment before replying.
"Well, you'd have to get them custom made, obviously, but I'm sure there's somewhere in the city that will do it for you. There's something for everyone here," she told him. She set his paw down on the table, releasing him to do as he pleased with it.
She nodded as he thanked her, and then listened as he explained that he was no longer good with dexterity. She frowned and looked to be thinking. There were no real immediate fixes for that problem except practice. "I'm sure that it'll come with time."
As he pushed his pie towards her, she gave him a polite smile. Every once and a while when she stopped to help someone they would offer to buy her a coffee or something similar, and she usually refused. However, she recognized that Tyson was likely avoided in public and didn't receive too many glances that were friendly. So, she decided to accept. "Thank you, I'll have a bite," she told him and took a small bite of it. "This is really good. Maybe I'll have to come back here again sometime and order it myself."
"Nooorrrrr hoosssspitallll!" Tyson growled at her, his speech slurred.
Juliette jumped back slightly and dropped his paw, his sudden growl coming as an unexpected outburst. She cleared the expression from her face, trying not to let on how much he had scared her. She didn't want him to to feel uncomfortable around her.
She continued to examine his paw as it stitched itself back together. "Hrrr Yes, not the first time I've hrrrr clawed myself." Tyson told her. Juliette nodded as he spoke, trying to think of some sort of solution to his problem. After a moment or so, she spoke up.
"Is there some way you could put caps on them or something?" Juliette asked thoughtfully, "made of rubber, of course, so you could take them on and off. That way you would be less likely to cut yourself or other people."
She pulled off the paper towel entirely and ran her finger over his paw. There was no trace that he had ever been cut. "Well, you definitely don't need to go to a hospital now, this is completely healed."
