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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Sunny was walking through the hallways of the Mansion and getting used to being in a new place. He was already feeling at home in his room and already met a couple of people in the Mansion. He was still feeling nervous and anxious about the whole thing. The Mansion seemed like a big place to get used to and an even bigger factor to get used to was other mutants. Sunny thought all sorts of things, like the students being mean but he was sure that they weren't mean...weren't they? Sunny already meet Luke, the other day, when he introduced him to the mansion and the surprise meeting with Lutz which was a blast meeting, quite literally, was good as well. So Sunny felt a bit calmer thinking about that but as per usual he would always think of the worse and so Sunny was looking round the place with his head down and randomly blushing at times. He saw a window and looked outside. The sun was shining at it's fullest, giving it all its got. Sunny wondered if he would ever be as bright as his name suggested. He turned around and looked up and down the corridor and gave a little sigh and continued on with the little exploration round the Mansion. Sunny was thinking and worrying all the time and feeling the sleep creeping into his limbs he decided to find a seat and have a rest. He hadn't had any sleep since he got to the Mansion. Which was good and bad in a sense. He didn't want those terrible nightmares and not having sleep kept him away from it but not having sleep made his body tired and him feeling exhausted all the time. The sun with its warm rays, heating up the hallways made him feel sleepy and with the lack of sleep, he thought that he might just fall flat on the floor. Though he was used to it and so except for having a rest he decided to carry on. Thinking and doing things were the only way to keep him going until the nightmarish sleep had to take him over. Though sometimes he would have a peaceful sleep without nightmares, which always did give Sunny that little bit of hope he so rightly deserved. Sunny turned at another corner, wondering what the next Hallway would hold.
What would the next hallway hold? A cat, of course. The correct answer to any question: "a cat". The meaning of life? A cat.
A cat was, fortunately for young Sunny, awaiting him with all the answers in the world; it was perched upon a windowsill around the very next bed, its eyes blinking with slow dignity as it drifted between being half-awake and half-asleep. An early spring sunbeam bathed its ginger-and-cream fur. Worried about your reception at the Mansion? A cat. Having nightmares? A cat.
Simply gravitate towards the cat; allow your fingers to pray at the temple of its soft fur; tell it your worries, and allow wisdom to purr from its chest. For while you may be man or mutant, it is, and always will be, a cat.
Unless it happened to be Caleb "Calley" Swartz. Then it might see you in English next period.
Skipping a Geometry test you were going to fail anyway? Why yes: a cat.
Sunny turned the corner and looked down the Hallway and low and behold there was a cat upon the windowsill. It seemed to be in a type of sleepy daze with the sun bringing out its ginger and white fur to it's fullest. Sunny envied the cat slightly which was something Sunny never did much. Not that he ever envied a cat, which would be very unusual, more that he envied that the cat could sleep but then again it was altogether very unusual to envy a cat which could sleep. Don't cats normally sleep a lot anyway? Even more so it was unusual for a person to envy someone for sleeping since most people, actually most living things went to sleep. Yet for Sunny a restless sleep would be a dream come true, in more ways then one, but he never envied people for it. He normally just lived with the fact that he couldn't go to sleep...actually he lived with the fact the he was in fear of his sleep. He could go to sleep anytime but he was scared of his hellish nightmares which always found new ways to horrify him. With the cat sleeping in such a dozy manner in the sun, Sunny would have fallen asleep right there and then, if it wasn't for those nightmares. He went up to the cat, bent down so he could be eye level with it and looked it in the eyes in a thoughtful way and gave a slight sigh. He stroked it's fur slightly and asked, whispering "Why...is it that you get to drift into sleep so care free?." He stopped suddenly and looked at the cat again in slight bemusement and asked it"and more importantly...Why is it easier to talk to a cat and not be scared and blush then to even try to talk to a human being and blush and be filled with such fear?" He then looked at the cat and stroked the cat under its chin, giving off a slightly smile which was hard for Sunny to do around other human beings.
>> "Why...is it that you get to drift into sleep so care free?."
The envy tangibly dripped from the boy’s hands as he did what every human had been born to do: administer to the petting of the cat’s fur. Happy, said envy was quite good for maintaining the luxuriant shine in the ginger tom’s gently stripped coat.
>> “And more importantly...Why is it easier to talk to a cat and not be scared and blush then to even try to talk to a human being and blush and be filled with such fear?"
Now did not seem the proper time to reveal his speech capabilities. Instead, the ginger tom wisely—as any motion decided upon by Felis domesticus most obviously was—opted to simply continue letting the teenager speak of his worries and fears and social anxieties. The fact that Calley’s Geometry teacher might or might not have had a hall monitor out searching for him might have had something to do with this decision. There was no hall monitor in the world that could make a cat confess to being a human. Calley was failing his classes at an alarming rate, for a nineteen year old who was no where close to finishing high school. The ginger stripped tom, however, had no use for a high school degree anyway.
Therefore, instead of ruining this sunlit moment (and his petting) with speech, the large tom simply stood up on the windowsill, and arched its back with a, “Mrack!”
This was a clear order to keep petting, and a possible invitation to keep talking and/or pick the kitty up. There was only about ten minutes until the end of that class, anyway. No hall monitor in the world could drag him back to a class that wasn’t in session. They could talk then.
Sunny noted that the cat got up and probably wanted to be petted even more which was fair enough, it was a cat. Sunny stroked its fair again, but very gently since Sunny never was one to be forceful in anything unless it was to do with his archery and his powers which he took an unusual pride in. He let his hands gently stroke down the back of the cat with its glossy and sunlit fur. He smiled a little, which was a nice feeling for him since he didn't smile that often. With his left hand he stroked the cat under the chine in a short and quick fashion and left his right hand to stroke the top of cat's head, scratching it slightly. "Hmm, talking to cats is defiantly easier to do I think...at least you probably don't think I'm weird or something...then again I am talking to a cat" he said with a smooth flowing voice. A strand of hair was out of place in Sunny's fringe so he used his right hand to set it in place while still stroking the cat with his left hand. "Not a lot of people know this...but My hair is similar to your fur. These white highlights are not really highlights at all, that's the colour of my hair, Blond and white, similar to your ginger and cream" he said while trying to look at his hair a bit. "I think it's due to my Mutation, I'm guessing in time it'll turn white, like how light is meant to be." He then stop stroking for a second to think about something and then looked at the cat again. He then went back to stroking the cat and smiled bit more. "I'm Sunny by the way".
>> "Hmm, talking to cats is defiantly easier to do I think...at least you probably don't think I'm weird or something...then again I am talking to a cat."
“Mrak!” The cat replied vocally, arching its back against the hand that stroked it with a purr. Translation: Only the most sophisticated of urban intellectuals know the great value in a cat’s conversation.
>> "Not a lot of people know this...but My hair is similar to your fur. These white highlights are not really highlights at all, that's the colour of my hair, Blond and white, similar to your ginger and cream.”
The cat stretched out its neck, deep blue eyes sagely examining the hair as his whiskers fanned towards the teenager’s face. Excellent technique a moment ago, by the by; taming his unruly hair with one hand, but not allowing it to affect his ministrations to the little lord on the windowsill. Very finely coordinated. And indeed, the hair passed inspection with a lazy blink. His whiskers relaxed back to half-mast.
>> “I think it's due to my Mutation, I'm guessing in time it'll turn white, like how light is meant to be."
A curious tidbit, that. Purr, purr, pu—
The hand had stopped.
“Merroan!” The ginger and cream tom imperiously demanded.
The hand returned. Good human.
>> "I'm Sunny by the way."
Oh. Oh, that was simply too good of an opening. Though there were still five perilous minutes left of class, the cat opened its mouth again. Instead of a demanding merrow, this is what came out:
“I’m Calley,” he purred, with a lazy blink of blue cat eyes. “Err, by the way.”
Sunny froze as soon as he heard the first words came out of the cat's mouth and as his ears caught the intonation of each syllable as it fell Sunny just couldn't help but turn a bright shade of red. Sunny wondering how a cat could talk, Wait a sec, Sunny figured that in a house full of mutants with powers which of all varieties, one of them had to be able to turn into a cat, I really have to get used to being in a mansion like this. Sunny just looked down with his fringe over his eyes and he walked back a bit slightly and feeling that his face was very warm he didn't dare look back at the cat now,Cat...or mutant....this is just confusing. He must think I'm a really idiot... Sunny just couldn't help but think that Calley the cat could have at least said something before all of this. Sunny wasn't the one to let down a emotional barrier willy nilly around other people and thinking it was safe to do it with a cat, he was now going to be more careful when he released his inner most emotions to anyone. Why did he trick me? I would never say anything like that unless they were my closest friends, his eyes began to water slightly, Just when I thought I was able to at least talk to a living breathing thing with out being afraid...an injustice had been done to him. He quickly shook his head and took a breather to regain a bit of clarity over the situation. It would be rude of him to not say anything back to the cat but he couldn't bring anything out to say. He just stood there, in front of the cat, looking down. What now, If I cry he'll think I'm a cry baby...If I walk out the room he'll think I'm rude and a jerk....If I say nothing it will be very awkard...Arg, Why did I have to talk to a cat? This never would have happened if I just stayed in my room. A tear was swelling up in his right eye and Sunny looked down even more, letting his fringe cover his eyes up and hoping, praying that the cat couldn't see his eyes at all. Any attempts made by the cat to see what was happening to his face he would move his face as quickly as possible. Why...just Why"Cally" Why? Sunny accidently said Calley outloud.
The tom cat took a stunning moment to groom as Sunny’s face reddened. Watered. And dropped. He delicately licked the back of a paw, then rubbed it lazily behind an ear, his own eyes still half-lidded, and largely unfocused. Clearly, this was a cat who saw nothing.
“Yep, Calley.” He agreed. “And you’re Sunny, right? Let me be the first to assure you that only gentlemen of distinguished taste speak to cats and, of those, only a rare few are privileged enough to have said cat speak back.”
That ear was finished; moving to the other one. The back of his other paw was licked, and the process began anew. “You, err, seemed like you could use a fur-bound listening station. Figured I should, ah, eventually introduce myself. Before you said something embarrassing. Like telling me about the three-eyed girl you’ve fallen madly in love with, or that you’re still having trouble finding the bathrooms around here.” They really weren’t labeled as well as they could be. Especially the girl’s bathroom by the science labs. Whoever thought that the signs “XY” and “Pure X Genes Only!” were good ideas had clearly underestimated the density of the average teenage mutant male’s brain. Especially the ones with genetic superiority complexes. Fortunately, most XX’s were capable of taking care of themselves, around here.
“How long have you been here?” He asked casually. Look; they were having a normal conversation now. Just a white-and-blonde teen and a ginger-and-cream tom. Totally normal. For the Mansion.
Sunny listened into what Calley was saying, with his face toning down a shade and his eye's letting up a little from the pool of water what could have been flowing from his eyes. Sunny smiled inside, not an big large smile but rather a small smile which people get when someone else is trying to cheer them up. Ha...I...I guess Calley isn't too bad...not a lot of cat's speak back and he is trying to be nice...and,Sunny turned back to a bright shade of red. Sunny had realized that Calley had in fact given him a compliment which with Sunny having social anxiety, anything which anyone compliment him over made him blush. This made him feel a lot better inside but of course he felt embarrassed about it, it seemed that most things turned Sunny red when it came to talking to people...or cats. Thanks...Arg why can't I even say thank you out loud when someone compliments me...I really wish I had more confidence then i do now then I could easi- Oh erm...I bet he is waiting for a reply. Sunny was still looking down since he was still embarrassed by numerous things from a conversation with a cat. He rubbed his face on the right side with his right hand, rubbing his eye slightly as well with a bit of water from his eyes seeping slightly upon his fingers. He scrunched his face a little in nervousness and tried to smile a little. "Erm...Well...I arrived here a couple of days ago...I'm still getting use to the place.?" said Sunny, with a reluctant tone. He brushed his fringe over his eyes a bit more so that he felt a bit more secure and also so he couldn't make a lot of eye contact with Calley. I guess I should ask a question now, since thats how most conversations carry on most of the time..and its a way to make friends...Should I ask about him being a cat...or would that be offensive in some why...why would it be? Ohh but he could be touchy...oh this is so confusing...I might as well ask it...or not...maybe. Sunny shifted his weight a little from one foot to the other while he was thinking. He scratched the back of his head with his left hand thinking if he should ask the question or not. "If...you don't mind me asking...are you a real talking cat...or a mutant who turns into a cat?" Sunny said, feeling relieved that he said it, but feelinmg tense on the up and coming reply.
Ooo, this model of teenager came with optional red shading.
>> "Erm...Well...I arrived here a couple of days ago...I'm still getting used to the place?"
The cat gave a royal flick of its tail. “Excellent. A time of new beginnings, and learning how to claim the living room TV from the villainous grasps of the middle schoolers. The trick,” the tom conspiratorially confided, with a flick of its ears to check the hall for spying footsteps, “is to exploit their fear of bathing.” Coming from a cat, this advice might be somewhat ironic.
>> "If...you don't mind me asking...are you a real talking cat...or a mutant who turns into a cat?"
The tom cat lightly dropped from the window ledge to the floor, and aimed to rub itself against one of Sunny’s legs with a casual purr. “Does it much matter either way? I’m a cat now. I talk. Occasionally I’m human-shaped, and I tend to have speech capabilities then, as well. But for now? I’m a cat.” Logic: pure, simple, reasonable, and daring to be questioned.
“So what brings you to our fine Mansionly doors? Study, free room and board, the dashing desire to join the X-Men?” The leg-twining would continue, if Sunny didn’t stop him. He was, after all, a cat.
Sunny watched the cat as he dropped down from the ledge and rub against his legs. Sunny at first stood back from the cat's urge to rub his legs since it was a normally reaction he took if someone touched him, instantly move back or get out of the way. Then he realized that it wasn't too bad and allowed Calley to rub against his legs in his has cat form. Sunny felt a lot more relaxed to what Calley said about being a cat. He didn't seem offended by it and acted...how a cat should do if it talked, if that made any sense at all.This is...very weird. He acts like a cat and is a cat in a sense and talks like a human but has a personality of a cat...this whole conversation is very bizarre indeed..., Sunny just couldn't really get over the whole situation of the whole thing. Even more so was that Sunny was allowing Calley to rub against his legs which was odd since Sunny didn't like contact much but since he wasn't human that was okay...he was a cat...but he was a mutant...who is a cat This is so very confusing...should I let him carry on to his heart's content....I mean I would normally get freaked out if it was a human doing this but he is a cat who is a mutant... Sunny was in a very confused state. Sunny then shook his head and as he then realized that he should answer the question he was given too. His face was indeed very confused by the whole situation but he carried on to answer te question. "Erm...Well my parents wanted me to come her so I could learn more of my powers...not that they wanted to get rid of me of course...just that there very worried about me ever since I was born...with my mind and all...and being a mutant added to their concern and...well here I am." Sunny said, shrugging a little at the end. He rubbed his noise gently with his left hand as his face was starting to turn back to its original pale hue. While looking at the cat he had n irresistible urge to to stroke him...but he wasn't sure about the etiquette with a talking cat. He decided to ask a question and slip in the question of stroking. "Erm...So erm...What did you mean about the X-men?...And can I stroke you?"
>> "Erm...Well my parents wanted me to come her so I could learn more of my powers...not that they wanted to get rid of me of course...just that there very worried about me ever since I was born...with my mind and all...and being a mutant added to their concern and...well here I am."
Heehee. The silly biped attempted to dodge Calley’s gracefully twining dance; a move many had tried. Wisely, the teenager relented, and allowed the cat to have its way with his shins.
“ ‘Your mind’?” The feline parroted, not purrfectly clear on that. “You parents sound like decent folks. You’ll definitely learn here, if you try. So you mutation is light-oriented, and hair-affecting?” A slight rise in the volume of his purr. Was that a laugh? Perchance.
>> "Erm...So erm...What did you mean about the X-men?...And can I stroke you?"
“You,” leg bump, “most assuredly,” cheek rub, “can.” Merrow! The ginger-stripped tom arched its back, demanding its proper due.
“As for the X-Men, have you heard of them? They’re our local crime fighters and/or mutant activists. A bit of both. They even allow cats on the team.” Dark blue eyes blinked lazily upwards, whiskers set at a grinning half-mast next to his face. Purr.
Sunny looked down at the cat thinking, My mind...It...really is easier to talk to a cat then anything else really, I've already stated a few things about me and I don't feel so nervous around him...or she..that's a point Calley could be a girls name and who knows how to tell a cat's gender from their voice's, I mean it's not every day you hear a cat talk.Sunny was now stuck in a thought which could have lasted for a while but due to Calley's constant dance between his legs he snapped out of it and decided to return the answer back to the cat since it would have been rude not to. "Erm, yeah...My mind, erm...My mind is well kind of slightly different then to mosts. My mind processes memories dif-" Sunny stopped for a second and thought that it would just be easier to cut it short. "Basically, I get nightmares every time I sleep and nothing can be done about it thanks to the combination of my mind and photographic memory." Sunny said, in quite a clear and quick clarity. " I now have insomnia thanks to my nightmares" Sunny relaxed a lot more as he felt so much better saying something like that to a cat. It wasn't everyday that he talked a lot about himself to people but the cat seemed so much more easier to talk to. He that maybe it was just a psychological thing, that because this mutant was in a cat form, it was easier to talk too. I guess all that time reading my parents psychology books paid off a little then "My powers are light-oriented...but I can only control artificial light. I can make light into shields and blasts which can knock hole into walls." Sunny said with confidence. This was a topic which he loved to talk about because he has a passion for it. He loved his powers and already came to accept them at an only age. Of course he wanted to learn so much more about them and Sunny really couldn't wait to try so many different things out with them. Sunny stroked the cat, as it stared at him. He decided to stroke him under the chin and scratch the top of his head at the same time. Sunny knew cat's liked that. So the X-men are a local crime fighting group....maybe I should look into that more...I wonder if could help Sunny thought thinking many different things about what he could do about it but the cat also stopped his train of thought but this time not as directly as before but just by being there. Sunny smiled slightly and looked at the cat. "Thank you"
And lo, there was petting. And the petting came with chin scritching. And the tom cat did declare that this was good He declared it high and he declared it low, with a resonant purr that did fill the hall.
“If your mind,” the cat’s eyes half lidded as its chin tilted up into the air, its neck craning back to bump more solidly against the hand above and allow easier access for the scritching hand below, “if your photographic memory, leads to nightmares, then perchance we just need to fill you up with good memories.” A silly thought, but one could hardly expect more of a ginger tom when two hands were petting him. Purr. Oh, purr.
“That is a rather cool mutation,” he complimented. Purringly, of course. “And you’re welcome.” His whiskers fanned, and flattened. A cat’s grin? Maybe.
“How long have you been here? Registered for classes yet? Fallen madly in love with any of our ladies or gents?” He danced back from the hands, just out of reach. The teen would have to step forward to pet him again. Why? No particular reason. He was a cat, and that’s what he had felt like doing. These were two of the greatest reasons in the world. Purr, purr, laughing purr.
Sunny listened into the cat as it was in a state of joy and pleasure due to the constant petting. Sunny had to admit that if a cat was ever to talk then the cat would talk like it does now. Odd how a perception of a cat's personality who can not talk can be verified by a cat who can talk...I wonder if all cat's think humans...or mutants are stupid. I wonder if Calley thinks I'm stupid I hope he she doesn't think i am. Yet again Sunny was trapped in the circle of self-awareness and pity which often did follow him around, sort of like how adverbs love verbs. Though Sunny did think about Calley's suggestion of filling his mind with good things rather then bad which he did consider. "I guess, If I filled my mind with good thoughts and didn't worry as much...maybe the nightmares could tone down a little. After all the state of mind can change the whole outlook of life and even how the body is run." He had to agree with the cat there and even if the cat didn't he, just thought that the cat did since the whole thread of the subject basically derieved from the cat. He shook his head a little since he was in a bit of a trance with the whole mind thing and decided step forward a bit to stroke and scratch the cat who seemed to have moved away slightly. "A lot of questions there?" he said with a hint of worry with how bulky the line of questioning was. Oh gosh where to begin with all those questions, I mean there was a lot I could...nah I might as well start form the beginning of those questions, that would be easier. "I've been here for a few days and I don't have a lot of classes since I've nearly finished them, I just need to take the exams and I'll be done" he said with a pleasant and relaxed tone. Though the next question made him a little shocked inside; that the cat would ask such a question made him feel hurt since he went by the belief of, If I don't ask you, then don't ask me, plus he didn't want the whole world to know that he was gay. It was just a simple reflex to lie and say "No, I'm not madly in love with anyone at the moment." which was partially true. He had seen a few boys he took a fancy too but that was it. "So erm, what about you?...I mean how long have you been here and what do you do?" said Sunny, trying to move of the conversation of who likes who.
