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.
Rebecca looked around at the various mutants that were kicking about the place. Needless to say, they were getting strange looks, what with the META look-a-like they'd brought with them. She'd never been to Sanctuary before, though she had to admit, the place was nice. She noted a young lady making paper figurines dance on the table to the amusement of adults, a lizard-man chatting with a lady that looked strongly like a butterfly. Yes, this place was certainly a Sanctuary for those who wouldn't be accepted anywhere else.
She confidently strode to the center of the room as Glitch asked her a rather stupid question. "This is my first time, or didn't you catch my asking Devon where it was?" she remarked teasingly to the robot mutant. There were a few mutants looking at Rebecca. She looked human of course. Time to show she fit in. She flourished her left hand, transforming it into sand and back again. Nobody applauded, but at least they recognised what she was.
A few mutants appeared to recognise the weather manipulating mutant. Rebecca wondered whether that's why they weren't so bothered by the META look alike. Maybe Devon did work here, or perhaps was just a regular. "What about you Devon?" Rebecca remarked to the man.
Rebecca knew this would produce a degree of curiosity in the Alien Mutant. There was no backing out now. She took a deep breath. In and out. Before starting the story. She closed her eyes, speaking methodically and carefully. Hopefully he wouldn't judge her too harshly.
"One day when my sister was coming back from school, she didn't come home. They found her in the woods...." She paused at this. It was too horrible to continue on the details. "My parents were heartbroken. I had a happy family until then." She made the bastards who did it pay though didn't she? "Then a few days later there was another tragedy. Several upstanding men of the town were all killed in a gas leak in a secure lodge which had been set up to examine the genetic variations in the population." She looked at Eliot "Church of Humanity if you remember them? Anyway, the police told the papers that some sand had got into their heating system, hence why there was a little sand found in their throats" she smiled at her own macabre humor.
"So after that I was shipped off to the UK for college, which was fun. My family never really got over the loss of my sister..." She paused again. Neither really had she. "But I still have Matthew and my parents of course..." She really needed to visit them. She missed them something awful. She hadn't been home since she'd gone to NYC, and it was really taking its toll. But she would need somebody to come with her. It wasn't quite safe in her mind to go back alone. "I'll probably go visit them soon..." she trailed off again. That was everything.
Hey guys, I'm gonna be graduating/on holiday for the next week. So I won't have access to a computer for a while (this is also why I haven't posted). Will hopefully get back to this in a couple of weeks time. Apologies to people waiting Effects: Spasm/Rebecca Smythe
"Not really literature in my view" She spoke jokingly. She'd read fanfics of better quality than that garbage. Though that wasn't really that high a bar. "I prefer...Tolkien, that kinda stuff". I mean who wouldn't love that kind of fiction? Tolkien was an amazing world builder. Still wouldn't beat some of the real classics, but Tolkien was worth the label of literature at least.
So he had been brought up in care? Quite a different upbringing then, but Rebecca wasn't sure whether that was due to his beliefs that he was an alien. Upon his returning of the question, Rebecca took a deep breath in, and then... "I had two siblings. My brother, Matthew, now does some kind of chemistry stuff at one of the major unis. Family of mutants, so he has X-ray vision..." she smirked a little at that. He had quite the sense of humor with it. "Which as you can imagine, he was terrible with when he was a teen". She would tell him about Bethany only if asked. That was best.
"I had a happy family, and I know they're there for me." She said, looking out across the skyline. The wind blew yet more leaves up into the air, creating a minature twister of leaves upon the rooftop, , and spoke more for her than she would be able to say. At least she made those who hurt her family to pay. It never got easier with the telling.
"The wind is creating beautiful patterns isn't it?" Rebecca remarked, trying to change the subject after a long pause.
((Apologies for being so late, have been unwell)) Rebecca couldn't help but smirk at Elliott's rather dark humor. "Didn't know you were a fan of 50 shades of grey" she retorted. At that she started eating her BLT, trying her best to eat as daintily as possible, though given the wind it was hard to do so. Still, she'd once had a guy eating pizza with a knife and fork would you believe? So at least she wasn't that bad when it came to food.
Elliott was now tucking in to his own sandwich, Rebecca couldn't help but wonder whether his mutation made it all taste different to him. Still, he was making her feel less bad at her own eating habits, not that he was particularly messy, but she found eating in front of people...awkward at best.
"Yeah, sunset would be quite something..." she remarked, as the wind blew by the buildings, lifting a few leaves onto the rooftop. She wished she could stay there forver, but ultimately, lunchbreak was a temporary thing. She took another bite of her sandwich. "I'm from Texas, there are quite a few beautiful views there, used to play there as a kid..." the places where Bethany and Matthew and her had played as childre, had forests, and a few hills, they'd loved running through that forest with a small stream running through it, where there was a bridge and wild geese, the forest that Bethany loved so much...
A little water ran down her cheek. It wasn't fair. It never had been. But at least they'd paid for what they did. Them first. Humankind next. "Tell me, do you have any siblings Elliott?" she asked. "To enjoy those New Mexico Sunsets?"
((OOC, no apology required, I've kept meaning to update Rebecca's threads and keep forgetting) Rebecca made a face , curling her lip with annoyance and scrunching her nose as she tucked her hair behind her ear, only to have it nearly immediately blown back in her face. She laughed a little at her own futile efforts. She looked at Elliot, who was laughing himself. Well, it was a funny situation, she had to give him that much.
She laughed at his quip about her mutation "Well, that would be a fun one to have to explain to my boss for you." The story of how I lost your secretary and she disappeared for about a week as she slowly constructed herself back, painfully and unpleasantly. That would be less than ideal. "If I was a sado-maschochist I might just do that." She smiled again.
She sat down upon her knees in the spot Elliot had indicated. While her hair was being blown about a bit, the Alien Mutant was right that there was less of a breeze. She took the wrapped sandwich offered and carefully unwrapped it. It was the BLT, this lunch was already going better than most meals she had with others. She hadn't embarrassed herself yet. She bit into the glorious sandwich, relishing the taste.
Glitch flinched at Rebecca's friendly nudge, putting up her arms. Didn't she know that she wasn't a thread to a fellow mutant? Mutants had to stick together against the pathetic human race, and especially against these tools of oppression. The METAbots were representative of all that was wrong with the government. The apparatus of death for being better than other people and willing to show it. This weakling would learn in time, but for now, running was a better option.
Now the weather-manipulator was telling them to go to Sanctuary. She had no clue where that was. She would have asked the same question as the robot to the man if it wouldn't have just sounded like wind to his human ears. It sounded like a safe place though, hadn't she seen a sci-fi series that was based around protecting "abnormals" from the misunderstanding , unbelieving world? Whereever it was, it was better than here.
Rebecca floated after Glitch as she picked up the beanbag gun and darted towards Devon. This little robot needed more protection than she realised it seemed. A beanbag gun wouldn't be much use against a META trying to rip you limb from limb. Rebecca didn't have that problem. But Glitch certainly did.
Rebecca quickly grabbed the rather nice Italian wool coat that Elliott had so thoughtfully let her keep. Wool was good for keeping the wind up, and it had become a staple of what she wore to work. As much as she didn't like the fact, the boss did insist on her looking like she had "class" when in the office. He certainly stated his approval of her new coat when he saw it first time.
She let Elliott walk side by side with her to the elevator, the Elavator God man, Rick, smiled and nodded to both of them as he took them up to the roof. Rebecca couldn't help but wonder how Elliott had managed to get permission to do this? A little money didn't go amiss she was sure when making these kind of things work out.
Rebecca felt the wind blow through her hair as she stepped out onto the roof. Elliott had clearly visualised things in a more glamorous fashion than it turned out, what with his hands full. It was still a great view, and the sun took the bite off the winds' chill. Despite that , she was going to have a job keeping her hair in order as it blew about, some of it getting in her eyes, as she crossly tucked it behind her ears, only partially successfully.
The city was visible below, all the buildings and people looked tiny, like little insects buzzing about the place. Rebecca couldn't help but wonder just how many people actually saw this view, and got this new perspective. If it wasn't so windy, she would have rather liked to paint the landscape, and immortalize it for the world to see. "You weren't lying when you said it was a good view!" She raised her voice over the wind. "It's amazing!"
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Elliot seemed pleased that his choices were going well. Well, she'd seen that before. Guys always had this way of not hiding their emotions well when it came to asking women out, if something went badly it was often endearingly amusing to watch them sweat over trying to figure out how to make it go better, it was equally amusing to watch a guy feel like things were going well. Pro tip: most women were normally just glad for the company, and perhaps the free lunch if they weren't splitting the bill.
Rebecca laughed at the coding system. This was sooo cute. The Coffee artisans had gone through the trouble of drawing little berets on the cups. She picked up the mocha and took a good sip of the chocolatey goodness.
"The roof?" She remarked. It apparently had a good view, though she'd personally never bothered to look for herself with her sand form, the tailwinds would have likely torn her apart. Still she wondered how he managed it. It was restricted quite heavily at times. "Sounds like an interesting place to have lunch." She smiled.
The clock struck lunch time. "Seems it's time to get a different view on things." She punned badly. That kind of humor was supposed to be in silly soap-comedies, not guys taking you to lunch!
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Rebecca engulfed the two robots that were now locked in a frenzied melee on the floor, the META was even reaching for a gun. Guns didn't bother Rebecca so much, not while she was in her sand form anyway. If they had vacuum suction or water canons, that would be a problem. But none of the META's did that she saw, so it wasn't. She would have laughed at the suggestion by that robot that it was somehow going to be lethal to her if it hadn't been for the fact it would just come out as the sound of wind howling over a sand dune.
She entered the META bot and smashed up its circuitry. The manufacturers would desperately need to sort their tech out. "Shutting down due to massive damage. Calling for mor..." The Robot's sentence was cut off by the sound of it shutting down. Of course the little robot needed Rebecca's help. Civilians were too weak to look after themselves, and Rebecca wouldn't have normally done it, if it hadn't been for the fact Glitch was obviously a mutant.
They needed to go . Fast. Rebecca did her best to express this by attempting to shove Glitch away from the META bots. Hopefully that would get the message across, although it was obvious that Glitch was far too heavy for the sentient sand dune to actually blow her in any direction.
He'd got her a BLT? Now this was someone who knew what a woman wanted, and when she wanted it. "BLT is my favorite" she stated. "I must say, for my first lunch with you, you're already doing better than most." The first time she had lunch with one guy, he had taken her to...Nandos. Despite hearing on multiple occasions that she did NOT LIKE SPICE. It never really got through to the guy, and having the super-mild chicken was rather embarrassing. How that guy ended up married she would never know.
And he had mochas? That lovely, sweet chocolate and caffeine goodness? This was gonna be a great lunch! "Which ones are the mochas then. I can't get enough of those. Though I particularly like whipped cream when I can get it." She should have had just squirty cream in a cup. That was what she really wanted from most places, but the caffeine helped with the boredom of the job.
"Don't worry, I'm alright with tea, but I'm not one of those no coffee at all types." Tea was OK, many Brits only drank tea as coffee was too much for them. Rebecca however was an American. Americans drank coffee, no tea taxes for us thank you! "So, what place do y'all have in mind for lunch?" The staff lounge was a bit oddly smelling, and her office could do without any greasy marks on the keyboard.
"About 14 minutes now" Rebecca answered Elliott's question about her lunch break. She was getting pretty hungry by now, after all she often had to scoff breakfast down at the last minute. Getting up on time still wasn't a strong point. Hopefully her boss wouldn't come down at the last minute, grumbling about R&D and asking her to put in a phone call because he needed to do yet another budgetary request...
"Well provided you didn't get any sandwiches with too much spice in them" She couldn't stand the Chicken Tikka. "I think we should be fine". Her favorite of course was the BLT, but they ran out quickly. Everyone knew you had to get there pretty early in order to get one. That and their pork and apple were simply heaven in sandwich form.
"So yes, lunch would be great." Hopefully he was a gentleman and she wouldn't be asked to pay for the sandwich after the fact, particularly if he was way off. Everyone thought she liked spice because she was from Texas, aside from BBQ rib, that wasn't really the case.
Rebecca watched in her sand form as the Robot mutant charged towards the META bot. That was a stupid plan, but it looked like they were stuck with that decision now. She glided towards the other smaller META, and set about disabling it. After all, if an amateur was going to fight, Rebecca was at least going to make sure it was fair. The engineers for META bots clearly didn't expect malicious particulate mutants to be a problem for these bots. That was a design flaw.
A few clunks and bangs later, and the smaller META bot was down. It was still best that they stuck together for now. Looking up from the bot she had destroyed, she flew towards Glitch's melee with the META bot, the weather controller probably had himself covered compared to some civilian who had an unfortunate case of mistaken identity.
Rebecca was busy typing up the remainder of some minutes on the "inclusion committee" of JW. Every company had to have them, and the people there were all pretty keen to get everything going. Were their policies better than some other companies? Yes. Did anyone complain about lack of inclusion? No, not that people were made aware of anyway. The committee had disbanded as quickly as possible, with the rotund Chair, Mr Norman-Mangager of Stationary Aquisitions, grumbling his way through the minutes at a record pace. Too quick for even a competent secretary to write down fast enough, so she was having to rely on a degree of memory.
Mr Norman in all fairness had told her that so long as it looked like everyone was doing the right thing on their inclusion committee, it was fine. Just assign a couple of the contributions from the Chair to the people that were half asleep, and then no-one needed to worry about anything. "So long as the gist is there, we won't have the state breathing down our necks about it." Was his message to her. She acted appropriately. It wasn't Rebecca's place to question the logic, and besides, JW was pretty good for inclusion in her mind anyway, particularly with the number of obvious mutants that hung about the place.
The phone rang as she was beginning to finish off - "Mr Norman's office, how can I help you?" A rather embarrassed American voice answered back "Ah, yeah, it's Jeff Rhodes from R&D again" She rolled her eyes. This was getting ridiculous now. "Don't tell me they've eaten all the paper again. Because we have a limited budget here as it is." She said in a somewhat annoyed tone. "Umm, this time it was a fire manipulator who ...had the hiccups" "I'll patch you through to his phone." Again. Magnus Norman would be able to handle it. He had spouted off about R&D more than once. When were they going to get it into their heads that their resources were finite? It was bad enough about Utopia, which was an utter disaster, they didn't need unnecessary expenses. Rebecca suspected that Norman would most likely be telling them where to shove their new pencils...in the politest way possible of course.
She was surprised to see a tray of coffee and a bag on the desk, with Elliot standing in front of her. She flushed a little and smiled, but didn't giggle too hard. He was being rather spontaneous. "When's break?" read the post-it note. Rebecca checked the time....it was in about 15 minutes.
"What's in the bag then?" She said curiously. Maybe it was lunch. It was probably lunch. JW Cafeteria did some decent sandwiches after all.
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In truth Rebecca could not fault either of them for liking cheesy shows, and remembered the episode that Jorge recounted with fondness. "I'll admit, I laughed at that one a lot as well." Best not to annoy any fandoms along with breaking Hospital regulations for visiting. The Nurse asked Jorge about his recovery...well that could take any amount of time, in Rebecca's case it had been a few weeks, but she knew as did anybody with experience of physical rehab that results were always varied in time.
And with extent. Jorge did seem to be a bit uncomfortable with Rebecca's discomfort. She couldn't help it though, this guy was a potential danger to her still. She figured that at least he wouldn't hurt her deliberately.
Juliette indicated the direction they needed to go in, where the lobbies were. This was where they would probably say goodbye. The park was vaguely familiar to Rebecca as one of the many exits, though it was perhaps the most scenic one. On one hand this was disappointing, Jorge seemed like a socialble guy thast she should get to know more, on the other, positively relieving, no more risk of getting blasted with a huge gout of water. As they headed towards the doors, Rebecca knew that she wouldn't be stepping in again until she visited her friend...
