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.
Rachael smiled gratefully as she took the glass from the detective and had a small sip, a content sigh escaped her lips as she put the glass down. Rachael's self control had even surprised herself, though the fact her mouth no longer tasted like the Sahara was the likely cause. "It's fine," She replied in response to his prying. "Aside from water I can't eat or drink anything else. Well nothing that I've found anyway. Everything else just makes me ill, so I've kind of given up trying." It was obvious this aspect of her mutation was an unwanted one, perhaps even more so than the green skin. Rachael in the past was by no mean gluttonous, but who doesn't love some cake or ice-cream now and again?
After another quick drink Rachael grabbed the television remote and switched it off, she still felt somewhat nauseous from the earlier incident so perhaps some rest would do her good. Slowly she stood from where she'd been sitting and finished off the rest of her drink. "Thank you for this," She finally managed to stay, "It'll be nice to spend a night indoors for a change."
As soon as the glass was placed within her grasp Rachael had all but gulped it down. She'd needed that, she could already feel the dry tingling leave her mouth and much of the remaining fog clear from her head. "More?" She asked the detective, extending the glass in his direction.
She wasn't sure why but she trusted the man, not entirely of course, but enough to believe that he meant her no more harm. From what she could gather his intentions were in the right place but it seemed as though he was willing to go to extremes in order to see them come to fruition. Of course he could just be an exceptional liar, but Rachael was willing to trust him for now.
"You're right it was a little corny," She replied, a small smile on her face. "But I do understand what you're trying to say, even if I don't entirely agree with it. In some cases you need to know when to step back, you can't help everyone." It felt strange to be offering the man opposite her advice, especially after what he had done to her. It was already past midnight though, the last thing she wanted right now was to be wandering around the city for a place to rest. Especially not if the offer to stay her include the access to hot water, it had been a long time since she last had a hot shower.
"I'll stay the night," She finally muttered. "I don't like the idea of wandering around the city so late, usually by now I'd have found someplace to rest for the night. Then we can talk about this place, when my head isn't quite as fuzzy." Also her usual resting grounds didn't have televisions either she silently noted, her gaze quickly returned to the entertainment box. Ew, Financials. Even before she'd become a mutant financial segments could bore her to tears but now, given she had absolutely no money, they were absolutely torturous. "Also you don't have to worry about meals, I... have a very strict diet."
Rachael cursed herself as she heard the detective stir, had she been to loud earlier and woken him? Likely, it had only been little over three minutes since she realized she even needed to be quiet. She was tempted to slowly close the door and dive back onto the bed, with any luck the detective would believe her asleep and drift off back to the land of nod himself. She could use that moment to hurry out the front door, easy as pie. However that plan came crashing down when a pair of blue eyes met her own, she'd seen him.
Rachael tried to maintain a stoic expression as the detective explained himself, she had to admit his words did indeed feel heartfelt and the name Xavier rang some familiar bells within Rachael's head. It was possible he was trying to help. However, she couldn't overlook the fact that Spasm had caused her a significant amount of pain, and then practically kidnapped her. As such she took an instinctive step back as he approached the door, barely blinking as she looked up at the man.
"Water please," She replied with to break her silence. Her mouth still felt as though she'd gorged herself with sand in her sleep, perhaps a glass of water would help with that. As the detective left to fetch her drink Rachael moved herself over to the man's couch and tuned into the news. Protests, why wasn't she surprised? It seemed every second day now a protest spawned in some corner of this country and Rachael for the life of her could not figure out why, to what end did these protests serve? Gathering all like-minded individuals into one area so they could be targeted more easily? Convincing some nobody off the street to support their cause? For every one person that stopped to listen there were likely ten more that walked by. Honestly if the manpower available to the protests took up more constructive pursuits they could likely do some good.
Rachael had more important things to think about however and she turned her attention back to the detective. "I'm sorry for earlier." She stated. "I didn't know what to do, I just decided to run and thought it would be easier if neither of you could chase me. Which leads me to the question, why help me? I obviously didn't want it.
The quiet murmur of unknown voices were the first thing to rouse the young mutant, a light groan escaping her lips as a heavy fog weighed upon her mind. Her stomach was doing flips, her arms and legs seemed to weigh a ton and her mouth felt like she'd been eating sand. In short Rachael had hardly felt more rotten in her life. She let out another groan and rolled over in the bed as her stomach continued it's dance routine, something obviously hadn't agreed with her. She didn't remember eating anything though, in fact Rachael didn't remember going to sleep.
Slowly she cracked open an eye, too bright! Almost immediately a sharp pain cut through her addled mind and she let out a pained cry. It took a while for Rachael to become accustomed to the brightness of what she realised was a small room. This confused her even more. It had been quite some time since she'd run out of money, therefore this couldn't be a hotel or motel room. If not those options then where was she?
To avoid anymore fits of nausea Rachael slowly pushed herself into a sitting position, there was a small clock right next to the bed. Through squinted eyes she could see that it read 1:30, whether that was AM or PM she had yet to determine. Still didn't answer her question though, where was she? Slowly she allowed her gaze to drift around the rest of the room, rather bare she noted. There was a small cupboard and that was it, even her bed was just a mattress, no bed sheet, quilt or doona. There was a window though, perhaps if she looked out she could get her bearings?
Rachael was just about to drag herself over to the window when her hand brushed against something, a note. Quickly her scooped up the piece of paper and brought it to her face, the writing already difficult to read without her current states hindrance. Slowly she worked her way down the note, the pit in her stomach deepening with each word. It was starting to come back to her now. Darkshift and the Detective in the park, her attempting to run and then... the pain! That was the detective? What sort of police officer utilises that sort of force on a teenager, and then proceeds to bring them back to his house against their will. Rachael wasn't sure whether this guy was just a well meaning officer with strange methods or a complete psychopath. It was hard not to be afraid when the person in the next room could put you through excruciating pain with a mere look.
She had to get out of here, that much was certain. The note had stated that the window wasn't a viable escape route and that any attempt to use it would result in a grizzly death. It stood to reason that Rachael check it out first, the bed serving as a makeshift step ladder. Quietly she slid open the curtains and peered through the glass, he was right. The window would be difficult enough to climb in through as it was, not to mention the lack of any fire escape or ledge to climb through. At least through that little activity she learnt it was 1:30AM the clock had read earlier. That of course left only one way out, the front door.
As quiet as she could manage it she opened the door to her room and peered out. She couldn't see or hear the detective, just the quiet murmur of the local news. Perhaps another time she may have been interested in the goings on of New York but not now. She had to get that front door.
Drat, she thought as she darted toward the tree-line. The officer had recovered much faster than Rachael had hoped, though to be honest with her strength she really wasn't counting on much. Either way she had a few seconds now before the officer or Darkshift gave chase, she'd use those seconds to put as much distance between her and them as she could. She may not be overly fast but as long as the sun was up she could keep going. Or at least that's what she thought. Suddenly her legs seized up and she crashed to the ground with a heavy thud.
Pain, pain everywhere! Her vision swam as she tried to determine what had just happened, her legs and head felt as though someone had taken a club to them. With pained cries Rachael slowly moved her hands under her body and pushed up, she could hear someone getting closer. She had to move now! Another wave slammed into her however, flooding her chest and head with unimaginable pain. Once again she dropped face first into the ground, she couldn't breathe. Her vision quickly darkened as she struggled for breath, before completely succumbing to darkness.
Rachael stared in confusion as the police officer stepped in between Darkshift and herself, he thought the other girl was going to do what? Suddenly the whole situation grew much more complicated and Rachael wasn't exactly sure what to do. On the one hand Darkshift had offered her some sort of safe haven, a place she could hold up while trying to get her life back in order. However Rachael knew next to nothing about this city, whether this haven existed was debatable. If Darkshift had counted on the young Australian's lack of knowledge regarding the locale then the officer's concerns could be justified. Silently Rachael cursed herself for almost agreeing so easily to the other girls request. Besides wasn't the name Darkshift a little shady to begin with.
On the other hand there was the Officer's proposal. Again a safe place to rest before contacting 'someone else'. It was this ominous 'someone else' that had Rachael worried. The most logical chain of thought would be the Detective reporting this to his superior, someone who was likely not as accepting and thoughtful towards her situation. If that happened the most likely outcome would be deportation. There was no way Rachael was going back.
So there they were, her two choices. Both riddled with potentially dangerous outcomes and requiring her to put trust in people she'd never met before. Rachael looked between the two strangers before her, the baton in the detectives hands and the other girls claws both somewhat intimidating. Yeah, this wasn't going to work. She'd need to go with Option three.
With the detective's attention focused primarily on Darkshift Rachael used the opportunity to slide one of her legs behind her and dig it into the ground. Spasm may have been much larger than Rachael was but the girl did have one advantage in this situation, the man was expecting attack from the front. With as much force as she could muster Rachael thrust her hands towards the Officer's back and attempted to push him into Darkshift. After all she doubted she could outrun a police officer, even with her mutation enhanced stamina. Regardless of the outcome though Rachael turned and began to run.
When Rachael had scouted this place as an adequate place to 'Rest' she'd done it for two good reasons. The first being it's seclusion, being a fair distance from the walking path she hadn't expected too many people to wander this way. Secondly, if anyone did end up coming her way she'd notice them that much easier. Unfortunately she'd been a little to preoccupied with the warm bliss of sunlight that she hadn't noticed the Darkshift approach, though whether that remained to be unfortunate would soon be seen. However this time she was much more aware of her surroundings, that man was definitely heading towards them.
At first she was tempted to run, what if Darkshift had been lying to her? What if she and this man were actually hunting, not helping, stray mutants. A quick glance down at Darkshift's claws though scrapped that idea, if she thought Rachael was trying to escape she may actually use them. As such she clenched her teeth and watched as the man strode closer and closer, her heart sinking with every step. She knew she shouldn't have trusted her, damn mutants would turn on their own.
Eventually the man stood beside him and Rachael tried her hardest to look away, all her running and this is how she'd gotten caught. She'd thought Darkshift had been trying to help her, but instead she'd being stalling for her... Wait he's a cop!?! A myriad of emotions flashed across Rachael's face: Relief, embarrassment, worry to name a few. Was this just some sort of co-incidence? Probably, Rachael couldn't imagine the police would just randomly stop people in the street to ensure they were legally allowed to be there. No it was likely her homeless appearance, however if they were to take her in how long until they realised she was an illegal?
She tried to steel herself but it was likely to late, she'd been visibly nervous ever since the man had present himself as an officer. Something he was likely trained to look for, "Ye-Yep, everything is fine here. Nothing to concern yourself here officer." She replied. If by some miracle she got out of this there was one thing Rachael was certain of, she was never coming back to this park.
Content with the fact she could earn her keep Rachael had all but decided that Sanctuary would make a adequate home away from home. Now she just had to decide what her next course of action would be. It was a difficult situation to be sure, she had no money, zero ID and to be honest legally wasn't supposed to be here. As it stood Sanctuary was her only lifeline and until she could figure a way to get onto her feet Rachael had to hold onto it.
However with company like Memo at least she wouldn't be bored. A mutation that affected the memory, and it seems not in an entirely positive way. That would likely explain the strangely marked mutants jittery train of thought, although as stated it may just have been his air-headed tendencies before the mutation kicked in. There was also the case of his creepy grin and... suicidal tendencies? "Ugh, if something is dangerous it would probably be better to just find someone with training."
She didn't wait for a reply as she took a step forward and opened one of the doors, her head quickly poked through to observe the interior. Large and with odd patches of dust and dirt, likely the places Devon or the others on cleaning duty hadn't gotten to yet. "Are there many others here? Mutants without anywhere to go?" She asked.
Rachael's expression went from one of curiosity to concern as she listened to the strangely marked man continue to ramble on. Her earlier assessment that he may be rather scatterbrained now seemed like a gross understatement, while potentially crazy he did seem friendly enough and Rachael was pleased that he showed some interest in helping people. How effective that help would be however remained to be seen.
At the mention of 'groups' Rachael could barely contain a cringe. While she'd obviously never been to one before, movies and television filled her mind with the image of people sitting in a circle explaining how their lives went down the sinkhole. She didn't like that concept, she was extremely uncomfortable with what she'd become, what had been taken away from her. She didn't want everyone else to know how she felt, her thoughts were her own.
However she didn't like the idea of being a drain on resources without contributing something in return. "I can help too." She told Devon. "I may not be the best cook and my ability to repair things is limited but I can help clean this place up. It's a rather basic and easy task but if you can think of anything more I can help with I could give it a try."
Rachael turned around and once again looked over the man and the young boy, this time though it was more than a passing glance. Unlike herself neither of them possessed any visible mutation, something she'd found to be quite common among the inhabitants of sanctuary. A fact Rachael had to admit irked her slightly. However she didn't let any of that show on her face as she bent down next to the excited young boy, a friendly smile visible for him to see. "Hey there little man, where are you going?" She asked the young boy.
Rachael had a soft spot for children, especially those as young as this. They were innocent and definitely didn't deserve the sort of life that left them stranded in a place like this, even being much older Rachael still found it difficult to accept that she'd ended up in a homeless shelter. "One of the older volunteers generally looks after the young ones. It's likely due to the news and it being lunch that he'd managed to wander off." She told the man as she slowly got back to her feet. "I could take you to where they look after the young ones or we could see where he's trying to lead you first."
Rachael was almost tempted to go with the other girl then and there, a roof over her head and perhaps even a nice warm bath or shower were powerful persuasive tools. Not to mention fresh clothes, it was a little disturbing that she couldn't recall what she'd worn before her current outfit. Rachael took a few tentative steps towards Darkshift, perhaps her 'safe place' was the same one she had been looking for earlier. In that case Rachael had to admit that following her may be a good idea.
However she had to admit the sight of Darkshift's mutation was more than a little intimidating, she'd never seen any quite like it before. While in Australia the only time mutations were ever discussed or observed in detail was during an attack or detainment. The fact that people who could quite easily cut through tree's or call down bolts of lightening effortlessly were calmly walking unrestricted or monitored here was slightly unnerving. She had of course met other mutants since her arrival in the US and they had been hospitable, Darkshift included. Despite this being why she had been scouring the city she couldn't shut out that voice though that this might be a mistake. If they just guide anyone that looks like they need help to this place it's only a matter of time before someone, human bigot or mutant, decides to attack it.
"This safe place, how can I find it?" She asked Darkshift. As intimidated as she might have been from the unknown of the shelter she had to admit the positives outweighed them. Shelter from weather extremes and a place to return to. "I'm Rachael by the way."
Rachael cast the strange man a quick glance as he seemed to ramble uncontrollably. He seemed rather scatter-brained upon first impression, or perhaps the stress of losing his home was affecting him. The latter being a feeling Rachael was somewhat familiar with.
Devon on the other hand seemed much more composed and Rachael flashed a brief smile as he introduced himself. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Rachael." She supplied. "I'm looking for a place to stay, food isn't even an issue I... I'm not hungry." Rachael wasn't a good liar, and even times when she selectively cropped the truth it was apparent. As such the young girl actively sought a means to change the subject, "So what do you do around here?" She asked Devon. "Aside from cleaning doors and fixing lights."
Rachael couldn't help a smile as she watched a small cartoon mouse deftly manoeuvre around the clumsily laid traps of a much larger cat, while obviously intended for Sanctuary's younger occupants he familiar show appealed to her. By the time she'd realised what she was watching Rachael had occupied a chair by the window, her attention glued to the action on the small screen.
It surprised Rachael exactly how much she had enjoyed her short time in the shelter. The people where nice, they didn't judge her for the colour of her skin and most of them understood why she still felt uncomfortable without her jacket. She'd gotten so used to hiding her mutation that it's become second nature, maybe with time she'd feel comfortable enough to dress lighter but for now her heavy winter jacket follows her everywhere.
With the cartoon eventually coming to an end and the twenty minutes of subsequent ads about to commence Rachael stood from her chair, the remote had to be around somewhere. She barely got two steps from her seat when a sudden news bulletin abruptly cut short an overly enthusiastic ladder salesman. Rachael's intrigue melted into horror as the presenter spoke, so enraptured in the startling and somewhat terrifying story she hadn't noticed she'd returned to her seat. She was somewhat aware of people voicing their disgust, outrage and concern however it was all white noise to Rachael.
Rachael came from Australia, she was no stranger to mutant discrimination but this was something else entirely. She just couldn't fathom what would drive someone to take matters into their own hands in this sort of way, they were mostly children for heavens sake. Rachael's eyes widened as she looked around the room, a mostly mutant shelter filled with children is what met her eyes. Just like Texas.
With a heavy sigh Rachael stood from her seat and exited the room, she couldn't stand the sight of the television at the moment. Instead she found herself in one of Sanctuary's halls, pacing up and down from end to end. She left Australia to get away from the heavy mutant discrimination but this was arguably worse. Mutants in Australia just disappeared, no-one knew what happened to them. In a way that was almost better, anything could have happened to those people. However the mutants in the Texas shelter were dead, nothing could change that.
As she paced Rachael noticed a few of volunteers pass by in the hall, likely eager to talk about what they had just learned and how they were going to react. She may not have been a psychic but in this case she didn't need to be. The main topics of conversation would be obvious. It was a few minutes later when a young man came out of the common room with a small child in tow, she didn't really recognise either of them, though she was sure she'd seen the young boy around somewhere. "Hey," she said as she passed them, a smile on her face as she look down at the child. Should she look around Sanctuary for a bomb? What exactly did a bomb look like?
With a content sigh Rachael nestled further into the grass, a blissful little smile spread over her face as she basked in the afternoon sun. She had to admit despite her mutations many flaws and drawbacks Rachael could get used to this. The feeling of a warm summers day against her skin was both electrifying and relaxing at the same time, a strange combination to be sure. Hell, if it weren't for the green skin terrifying passersby and making her feel like a freak Rachael wouldn't have minded her mutation. However Rachael was not that fortunate, for now she made do with staying out of heavily populated areas and wearing heavy layers.
'Speaking of which' Rachael thought as she finally opened her eyes, the sun hung considerably lower than when she'd originally lay down. There was likely only a small window of sunlight left in the day, a last opportunity to find this potential haven for runaways, or even just a good place to spend the night. Slowly Rachael pulled herself to her feet and reached up above her head, stretching out any kinks from an indeterminate amount of time resting on the grass.
Confident that she was far enough from the main path to be undisturbed Rachael hadn't heard anyone approach, however it was quite apparent when a girls voice broke through the relative silence that she' been seen. Quickly Rachael scrambled for her jacket, the rather frayed article of clothing being haphazardly thrown on as she spun to face the voice. 'She saw me didn't she...' Rachael thought with a groan.
Rachael wasn't exactly sure what to make of the girl before her, the concern in her voice when she spoke appeared genuine but how did she know that Rachael was homeless, and more importantly why would she help her? "I-I'm fine," Rachael responded uncertainly, an obvious lie if ever Darkshift had heard one. It took a while but Rachael's gaze eventually found it's way to the other girl's hands, lingering there for quite some time before she looked back up. "Who are you?"
