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.
The moon was overhead tonight, a glimmering orb of silver. Tiny dimple like crevices scattered its surface, making it look more like a smile than any other time of the year. There were no clouds in the air, and the stars were just background dancers to the main attraction. The moon, it held all the glory, and shown strongly even in the city lights.
To Tses, the beauty was two sided; in a way it was a clock, ticking a decision she desperately didn't want to make. Old enemies were hard to shake, and she hated the idea of doing anything that would hurt others. But she also was tantalized by the possibility of shaking free of her record, and being a free person again. The truth was, she was a thief. She was a villain and she doubted that would ever change. No matter how much she socialized, no matter how many people she met, she always seemed to have a darker undertone that made her tainted; unable to be purified. On nights like tonight, she wandered, and just drank up the energy of the moon. Even though it was her enemy, ever step closer to the first quarter moon a threat on her existence, it's energy also made it her undeniable friend.
With quiet steps, she moved across the fire escapes of New York, weaving from one building to another. She was lost in her thoughts, and paid little attention to who was around. After all, sneaking up on her would be stupid. She felt like a fighter, just looking for someone to test her strength on. She would welcome a visitor; any distraction to her thoughts now was a blessing, however it came.
About halfway through the city, she stopped, and rested with her legs dangling over the metal bars. It was an abandoned building, no real residents, so she contented herself by making tiny little explosives, and flicking them into the air. They made little pops in the air, like tiny fireworks: pft, pft, pft. She smirked, enjoying how it felt to just do nothing, her arms glowing green and her face bathed in the glimmering sheen.
Some days, she relished being a mutant; she liked the fear in peoples eyes, and loved being able to stand tall and strong against the dangers of the world. Some people wanted to fit in, to be part of something. Tses? Sometimes she wanted that. But then there were nights like tonight she just wanted to be stronger. So like a model strutting on a catwalk, she perched on the fire escape railing, and drank in the danger: the risk of falling, the risk of being seen, and the risk of attracting the wrong attention. She was a little moonlit fireball, and she was trying to leave her mark in this awfully small world.
Allison did not enjoy cold. But she did enjoy silence, and calm, and doing something useful… or at least, feeling like she was trying to do something useful and might succeed. So, despite the cold and the winter and the general unpleasant weather, Allison was outside, wrapped in coats and gloves, so only her face was easy to see.
Beneath all the clothes her skin had been emptied of all the ink it produced and left exceedingly pale, with green and pink lines weaving in bands around her wrists, reaching up her arms and spinning out from her eyes. Only the last were visible, and it had been quite amusing to watch the glow in the dark ink in dark windows as she went past, though it had run out of stored light by now. Allison had almost been tempted to stand under a street light for a while to recharge the ink, but that didn’t seem like the best idea, so she kept walking.
As much as Allison could tune into her senses, she wasn’t so good at focusing for long. Especially when not much was going on for her to focus on. And, like most other nights since winter began, there hadn’t been much for Allison to pay attention to; some people and cars wandered past, and occasionally music or voices leaked out of houses, hotels and bars, but nothing was going wrong, or even seemed that unusual. So Allison’s mind was wandering, and her attention totally lost, when she started hearing popping sounds.
It took a minute for the popping to filter into Allison’s mind as out of place; she’d spent a few previous nights learning to tune out New Years firecrackers, and her mind almost automatically brushed off the new popping as the same thing, before realizing that it was a bit too late for those, and the pops didn’t sound quite like firecrackers anyway. Though there had been some weird sounding firecrackers….
Allison paused, considered, and then veered toward the popping noises, though not walking particularly quickly. The noises were curious, but didn’t seem like something particularly wrong, and Allison didn’t feel like sprinting into the middle of something totally innocent looking panicked, or sprinting into the middle of something not innocent at all. Really, sprinting into things in general was something she’d become much less fond of, at least in the literal sense.
As it turned out, Allison was right; the source of the noises was (as far as she could tell) totally innocent, but a very good magnet for Allison’s curiosity. A girl was sitting well over Allison’s head, with glowing hands creating glowing little pops.
…Allison was kind of envious, really. She blinked up at the girl for a moment before moving to where she was (hopefully) more visible and looking back up. “Hello.”
Tses paused her explosive fun for a moment, her thinking interrupted by a voice in the darkness. She glanced down from her perch and noticed a rather bundled up individual standing on the ground below her. While Tses didn't feel particularly cold, it was clear this female did, and she sized her up from shoes to gloved hands, and blinked her eyes curiously after she did.
It was hard to tell hair color in the dark, but there was enough light to make out what seemed to be an abnormally vivid color of ink on the girls' face. She had seen enough odd things lately though that this didn't register as odd to her as it probably should have. The girls face seemed fairly harmless, if not curios, and her eyes reflected the little light the sky afforded.
"Hey."
It was the most exciting conversation she'd ever had. Then again, she couldn't imagine any other way she would have approached a stranger in a dark alley with glowing arms making explosives in the air. Perhaps 'Hello' was the universal introductory statement to awkward situations. If it was, 'hey' was somewhere in the appropriate response. Pushing her ponderings down, Tses made another little orb, and flicked it higher in the air. It pft'ed, and dissipated in the air, clearly not a firework because it lacked all evidence of fire. She glanced once more at the girl, and smirked.
"I take it you're not one of those 'mutant-phobics'." She remarked, setting her still glowing arms on her knees. She didn't turn off the light for now. From experience, her 'harmless' element of her mutation was sometimes the most useful. A display of strength was sometimes more effective than a hundred bullets.
Allison… didn’t really have much to say beyond hello. She’d kind of been counting on the glowing girl to have something to say. Fortunately, after a bit of silence and the beginning of an awkward shift on Allison’s part, she did. Something which… was not what Allison would have expected. She wasn’t entirely sure whether she should be amused or annoyed by it, really. “No, I’m one of those mutants.”
The glow wasn’t intimidating--if anything, it was reassuring; it made Allison think of Aura. But it did make it even harder to see her expression than it already would have been in the dark. Which could maybe be an excuse for why Allison’s eyes skipped the girl almost entirely and instead lingered on where the last pop had disappeared. “Those are cool.”
Tses chuckled at the girl's reaction, and smiled down at her. Figures. Other mutants tended to be the few people who approached powers rather than ran from them. She sized up the figure for a second, trying to pinpoint if she had a visible mutation. The only thing that struck her as possible were the little lines of odd color on her face, but that didn't give her much to go on. She gave up on that thought though, and just focused on the conversation at hand. She smiled at the girl's compliment of her explosives, and shrugged her shoulders.
"Eh, they're alright. Entertaining enough I guess." She grabbed the edge of the fire escape and swung herself off her perch. With a graceful swing, she dropped down to one landing, then the other, before landing with a crouch onto the ground. She stood up and brushed off her hands, and let the glow dim enough so they could see each other properly. "I'm Tses. T-s-e-s. First S is silent. What's your name?" She asked, trying to be as polite as possible. She felt she succeeded for the most part, and was a bit proud of herself. She was getting better at this 'talking to people' stuff, and hadn't had any first fights with random strangers in quite a while.
Allison also envied that jump. Which was kind of silly; she’d made very similar jumps out of trees before, and probably could have made that one… but it looked much easier than she knew it would feel for her, and she couldn’t quite convince herself that it looked easier than it felt for the girl too.
…The girl’s casual dismissal of a really cool ability wasn’t helping to deter Allison’s envy much either.
Those were familiar forms of a familiar feeling, though, so Allison smiled and held her hand out. Shaking hands when meeting in the middle of a random, abandoned alleyway felt… a bit out of place, but whatever. “I’m Allison, nothing special there.” Her eyes flicked back to where the pops had disappeared. “That is really cool. Are they just noise and light, or more?” Fishing for information wasn’t a deliberate goal of Allison’s; she really was interested. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t remember whatever she found out.
Tses accepted the hand-shake, her bandaged hands mostly decorative now that most of her cuts were healing. She smiled, albeit crookedly, and looked at the girl now that she was closer. Allison was rather pale, and her skin seemed almost lacking in color in an unnatural way. The rest of her looked normal though, which peeked Tses' curiosity even more. The mutants you could guess always interested her, because it left a lot of guess work to figure out their powers. Mystery was more fun than directly knowing something, at least as far as she was concerned.
"Eh, they're energy. It's a compressed force, so the noise you here is really just that force dissipating into the air around it. The bigger ones don't sound much louder, but they can sure pack a punch." She chuckled, and let the light on her hands crawl across her arms a little bit. She pulled some of it into her palms, and made a tiny little orb of light, then flicked it into the air. Pft. It disappeared, but it was close enough it just barely pushed the air across her face.
"I guess it's an ok power. Does decent in a pinch, and helps a lot if I lock myself out of my apartment." She laughed, and turned back to the girl. "Do you make a habit of approaching strange mutants in alley's like this, or am I just special." She smirked, and grinned.
Allison started to notice the bandages on Tses’s hands, then dismissed them. There were plenty of odd fashions around, and more among mutants than not; as long as Tses seemed to be using her hands just fine, Allison would assume that fashion was the most likely explanation. Instead, she laughed at the explanation of the pop’s sound. “You talk like a scientist. Interested in it?”
Allison could have commented on just how useful such a power would be… but most likely Tses had no interest in Allison’s old insecurities, and anyway, she was learning how to make ink useful again. The future had been quite helpful with that. Instead, the girl’s question earned a playful grin from Allison. “Maybe. Do you want to be special?”
Tses laughed and smirked at the girl. "I am quite possibly the furthest thing from a scientist possible. But my powers are one of the rare thing I was interested enough to learn about. An old acquaintance taught me the compressed energy thing." She explained, and crossed her arms across her chest. The girls reaction to Tses last comment made her smirk; a slightly snarky smile that had earned her a reputation for either being tough, or just a punk.
"I don't know. I've run into quite a few mutants lately and there are a few of them I'd rather have avoided the attention from. It's a game of cards; take what you're given and hope they don't leave you stranded in the end." She sized up the girl, and did an almost cat like circle of her. "You don't have wings, which is a relief. I've met one too many fliers these paste few weeks and I've decided I rather like having my feet on the ground."
Inwardly, her heart had given a small twinge at the thought of other mutants; one in particular coming to mind. The boy she'd grown rather fond, had forgotten about New Years Eve, and she hadn't seen him since he left her apartment nearly a week ago. Now the full moon was nearly a day away, and she didn't know what she'd do facing it without him. She mentally sighed. You really had to be careful which people you put your trust in.
Allison hummed. “An old acquaintance be forgot…. I don’t actually know any more of that song.” If it had been lighter out, she might have blushed; as it was, no one could see, so no one needed to know. “Sorry. My mind doesn’t care very much about reality right now.”
The change of topic was a (minor, but still) relief. “Maybe. I’d still rather be special, though; I’d rather have good and bad cancel each other out than not have anything.” Which was, really, not a smart choice at all, but Allison had been aware of that for a long time, and it hadn’t changed her mind yet. Adventure hurt most of the time, more than she’d expected it to, but monotony didn’t feel like or accomplish anything at all.
Tses’s circle got a smirk from Allison as she turned her head to follow. “Oh? Maybe you should keep me away from trees, then.” Which reminded her, it had been quite a while since Allison had climbed any trees. Probably because doing so was a bit more difficult when the trees may or may not be covered in ice, and falling meant hitting frozen ground.
Tses chuckled, and leaned against the abandoned building behind her, shoving her hair out of her face. She smirked at the song, and was a little glad for the randomness. It made her crappy week seem better "I could use for a little less reality, so it's fine. After the week I've had, dumb humor is welcomed."
She tried to suppress the feeling of sadness starting to build inside her again, and hardened her heart against it. There was no use crying tears at this point. Relationships were dumb, and she just had to accept that. She was bound to get let down eventually. In this case, it was better now than later before she really got close.
"So you live around here or something?" She asked, trying to continue the conversation.
Ordinarily, Allison might have said something that at least attempted to be intelligent. Maybe something like ‘oh, that’s good,’ followed by an attempt to clarify that ‘I mean, that my stupidity is helpful is good, not you having a bad week.’ Ordinarily, she spent her life and based her decisions on the tear between the training she’d grown up with in how to speak and behave and control others, and the genuine effectiveness of that way of approaching people, and her resentment of never being given a choice in being turned into a manipulator, and never even knowing what she would have been like if she’d been her, and not a set of goals. And ordinarily, she was a bit less sleep deprived than she seemed to be right now.
“Nyan nyan nyan nyan, nyan nyan nyan nyan nyan!”
And of course, once in a while, she did manage to get past Allison’s training and find Lily, who, presumably, would have been the real Allison if she’d never learned proper behavior at all. And it turned out that Lily was absolutely, completely insane. Lily was looking like a likely cause here; Allison normally didn’t start dancing, no matter how strange she was being.
The singing and dancing ended when Allison burst into giggles, and couldn’t sing or dance any more.
The giggling ended after a moment, and Allison managed to finally look at Tses again, grinning. “I’m sorry. I have no explanation. It seemed funny?” she offered.
“Nyan?” Allison grinned at the question, then blinked and looked around. “Uh… I’m not exactly sure, actually. I walked here. I live….” She turned in a circle, then pointed. “I think a couple miles that way.”
There are some moments where life is so ridiculous, the universe itself face-palms and laughs. Tses felt like this was one of those moments, as the new mutant started singing and dancing with declarations of a word that sounded like 'nyan'. Tses blinked her blue eyes slowly, as if to ensure that this was really happening, and then let out a giggle: a very girly giggle that she quickly snuffled into a snort of laughter. Her shoulders shook, slight twinges of pain from her shoulder overcome by the chuckles she was trying to suppress, and she slowly shook her head as if to clear the nonsense away. "What the hell is 'Nyan'?" She laughed a bit more, and as the girl stopped dancing, she shook her head.
"Well, as terrible as that display was, I have to admit, it cheered me up a bit, so I guess it's ok. And funny. I guess it was funny." It took her a second to admit it, but rather than being obnoxious, Allison was a breathe of fresh air right now. She needed something to distract her, and this was working. "You must not walk around the city much to not know which ways home. If you need to, I could probably point you in the right direction." Tses responded, hoping she sounded helpful and not rude. She was bad at dealing with people, and sometimes statements that were meant to be kind came out badly.
“I have no idea, really. Something from the internet.” Which, really explained it all, except for why Allison had chosen to imitate something from such a strange universe. That was to be blamed on sleep deprivation, or Lily, or possibly ‘well it worked, didn’t it? Stop questioning me!’ “That’s good. I’d have to feel pretty stupid if it hadn’t… well, the bad kind of stupid, anyway.”
“Sort of?” It depended on how frequently you defined as often, really. Though Allison did do more walking around during the day most of the time. “Normally I just kind of keep track of the general direction home, and figure out the details when I’m closer. An exact route wouldn’t be bad, though. Do you know where Sanctuary is?”
Tses frowned a little at her word, and gave a small shake of her head. "Can't say that I do. I've heard of the place, in passing. Although last only person I met from there tried to stab me, then we got in a fight, and there were cops.... Let's just say it wasn't the most pleasant encounter with a mutant I've ever had." Inwardly, she felt like that was an understatement. The encounter with the shadow mutant not only blew up a car and a large amount of property, it also resulted in the death of 3 cops and her eventual hospitalization. To say the word 'sanctuary' had a bitter taste in her mouth was a bit mild.
"I've avoided that place for a long time now... Although, you don't seem to really match the image I've had of the place though. I can't imagine that shadow mutant singing 'nyan'...." She momentarily tried to picture it, but all she got was a shadowy glare in the back of her mind.
