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.
Friday got very busy. There were classes. Then flying lessons. Then extra helping with dishes to make up for not having done her homework the night before. Stupid math teacher and her stupid having to mention things over the evening's lasagna dinner. Katrina spent over an hour scraping lasagna pans for that off handed comment.
Quite suddenly Friday was over and Katrina still hadn't had a chance to talk to Calley. Bah. Tomorrow.
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Saturday morning, bright, but not exactly early, for Saturdays were good days to sleep in, Katrina in her pajamas wandered the halls checking some of the usual lurking locations for Calley.
His bedroom was naturally first on principle, though she never really expected to find him there. She was a little confused be the pillow on his bed and almost thought she was in the wrong room at first, but she double checked the room number and it was indeed his. Next was the windowsill at the end of the boys' hall, no luck. As long as she was in the boy's hall, she thought she might check with his sort-of roommate-for-awhile to inquire as to whether he had seen the animal shifter lately.
At the pink haired boy's room, Katrina knocked tentatively.
Cafas woke to a tapping. Tapping at his door. he also woke up far too close to the window. Why was he in that bed again? Oh yeah! He rolled over faster than anyone should ever try, got tangled in his sheets, and fell out of bed, face first. Untangling himself he noticed an absence of cat boy. Maybe he'd had some stuff to do? For some reason Cafas doubted it. When he had stood he made his way to the door, shamelessly opening it with bed hair three miles high and nothing but his Garfield boxers on. That, and a shredded chest.
'Oh, the girl from Christmas.'
"Sup?" His own wit astounded him, how had he ever thought of that so quickly. Though his question was valid, why was she there? On a Saturday? Being short? How old was she anyway? Oh well, no time for that. He raised an eyebrow as he stretched, which was probably a bad idea as it cracked the only slightly formed scabs on his chest. He'd need to disinfect that, and likely wash the blood from his chest and sheets. He was at least, relatively fresh smelling, thanks to the power of twenty four hour anti perspirant deodorant.
Katrina wasn't going to be embarrassed if he wasn't. She was just going to be very careful to only look at him from the chest up. My, that was an impressive amount of pink hair standing up on his head.
“Umm, I don't know if you remember me, I'm Katrina. I was hoping...” Maybe she was a little embarrassed. There weren't very many people that she had seen with an approximately equivalent amount of clothing to what he had on right now. “Umm... Do you know where Calley is?”
She avoided looking at him for too long by looking at his room instead. It was very clean, and unless Calley was currently very small, he wasn't in there.
Cafas did remember her, she had disappeared pretty early on but he was fairly sure she had told him to run at one stage. That had been very good advice, all things considered. Poor girl, he likely would have put pants on had he known it was someone quite that young.
'Smoooooooth.'
"Nah sorry, he musta left before I woke up. Don't blame him; we sorta had an argument, though I guess most people that live here heard that." Cafas wondered if that was all. She didn't seem the type of person to discuss his relationship issues with. Though she had acted far beyond how old she looked at the Christmas 'party'.
Those scratches looked fresh, now that he mentioned he'd been fighting. They looked pretty wicked, too, like a really big cat had attacked him. Not quite a tiger, though. They went all the way... Katrina looked away again. His beds weren't made. Either of them. They looked out of place in an otherwise spotless room.
“Do you need some antibacterial stuff or something so that doesn't get infected?” Katrina used very precise medical terms.
Calley was here last night, though, that was a good sign. It meant a) he was alive and b) he was probably still relatively close by.
“If you see him, could you tell him I've got something really important to tell him? I've been trying to talk to him for like two days and haven't been able to track him down.” Katrina shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably. There wasn't enough to look at out here in the hallway
“Was that him?” She gestured vaguely to the location of the scratches without really looking at him.
Did he really look that bad that she had to stare in a completely different direction? Well, maybe not completely, but still. Nope, now it was the hallway. Oh well. Did he want anti bacterial? Yeah, but he had some. "It's fine I have some in the bathroom." C.J. smiled gratefully but realised she wouldn't be able to see that anyway.
'Yeah, maybe pants would be an idea next time you open the door.'
Cafas was being asked a favour? Who did she think she was? Well, likely a concerned friend. "Sure, yeah, I'll do that if I see him. Not sure how much he really wants to see me though." He scratched the back of his head slightly awkwardly as someone walked past. He didn't recognise them. Possibly just a visitor or something. They clearly got the wrong impression from the look they gave him.
'Yeah well they smell.'
The older mutant observed the direction of his own chest, as indicated by the girl. Had Calley done that? Physically, yes, but it had been Cafas' fault. No, he had to shake that thought. "Yeah, he was pretty upset, like I said, not sure he wants to see me." Cafas touched one of the larger cuts gently. It was pretty tender, but he could cope. It wasn't going to hope till his disinfectant smeared it. That was going to hurt.
Something was off about this whole situation. Calley just wasn't the type to get into shouting matches that were in any way likely to draw attention to himself. Nor was he the type to get into fist fights... or cat fights as the case may be. His style of aggression was much more passive than that; if he was really mad at something his roommate had done he was more likely to just avoid him.
That he had gotten into some kind of confrontation that had even come to blows and scratches made it seem like something else was going on other than just the normal kind of argument that could spring up between two roommates.
Katrina made a face that combined confusion and concern, with a sprinkle of sincerity and turned back to meet Cafas' gaze. “What happened? I mean... I know it isn't my place to pry, but something doesn't seem right. I mean, that doesn't seem like Calley.” She wasn't accusing him of lying, just trying to figure out why Calley would be acting so oddly.
Cafas looked puzzled at the question. Not because it was difficult, but because he was deliberating just how much to tell the girl. Well, it would have to be the whole story; apparently she knew Calley well enough to be able to tell if he was lying. Well, part of the whole that didn’t involve the bit where he confessed undying love and Calley wanting certain things that likely weren’t suitable for younger ears, although he was certain most kids her age, even younger, had been exposed to that sort of thing in the media anyway.
’Well, here goes nothing.’
”Well, he came in and woke me up, he was pretty distressed, asked me what the worst thing I had done was, that sort of thing, asked me why I’d done it, if I’d do it again, or keep doing it if the circumstances were the same and stuff.” Cafas wasn’t enjoying the recount, but it was nearly over, he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. ”He then kinda said some stuff that was uh, really hurtful, and asked a favour I couldn’t give him on a moral basis, and yeah, this.” He motioned to his chest. It wasn’t pretty but it emphasised the point.
’So uh…’
”So, yeah, he’s pretty distressed, I think he may have done something pretty bad, but he was gone before I woke up.”
Katrina frowned. She didn't like the sound of what had happened. She had only seen Calley that upset once before , maybe twice, and he hadn't wanted to talk about it then either. Even though he kept details to himself, he was not especially good at keeping his emotions to himself, at least around people he cared about.
Huh.
She frowned some more. “If he was upset as you say, he probably won't be back for awhile. He kinda disappears when he's upset.” Or has something to think about. Or sometimes just randomly. He seemed to like catting around better than facing problems.
“What do you think he did?” What she really wanted to ask, though, was what the favor was that Calley had asked for.
Cafas nodded to indicate he understood. It was beginning to be a slightly awkward situation, but one he was stuck in none the less. He shifted his weight as the thought that he wouldn’t be seeing Calley again for a long time sunk in. Well, it wasn’t like he’d been back to his regular visit, so not much was changing. That didn’t bother him so much as he had thought it would have.
At least I’ll have the room to myself again.
The question posed an issue; namely that Cafas had no idea. Admit that he felt Calley was a murderer, like he was? Perhaps indicate that he thought he might have been turned down by a girl he cared for? What if the girl before him was Calley’s girlfriend though, he had no idea how old she really was after all, and Calley might just have been one of those types that went for the younger girls. That wouldn’t work. Murderer it was. ”I dunno, I think maybe he killed someone, or something equally as bad. Not that it’s something I would normally consider him capable of.” He paused to think for a moment before continuing. ”You seem to know him pretty well though, has he been like this before?”
Dude you have to get out of the doorway eventually.
Cafas' words froze her in place. She just stared at him, or through him, almost. She'd pretty much forgotten that he was almost naked. Somehow it didn't seem to matter anymore. He thought Calley might be a murderer.
No.
He had killed someone in a car accident once. He'd been pretty shaken up then... and he was even more agitated now. It just didn't seem possible that someone so nice could kill people. Then again, neither did Fausto or Hunter.
Maybe.
Cafas' question sank in last. Her answer was quiet, as if she was answering from somewhere far away.
“Once.”
Right before Halloween. She had been pretending to be a cat-girl. He had been about as sulky as she'd ever seen anyone.
“He didn't talk about it, though.” Not then, not now. Was that twice, then? Katrina didn't like suspecting people of murder. It was creepy and weird, and he was her friend. Her thoughts were running circles around each other in her head. She was needed to sit down.
Cafas nodded as the new information came in. So he had been like that before. It wasn't something he had talked about then either. Perhaps was it the same thing, repressed memories surfacing? Or was it simply an equally as devastating event? Whatever it was it was severely messing with him. Cafas doubted it was much less than at least hurting someone. He'd seen other people pretty bad. The gargoyle kid had been pretty messed up by hurting someone, and he'd attacked Cafas too. Come to think of it, it was remarkably similar as an event.
So what is it.
He stood in the silence. It wasn't like he had much else to say on the matter. What could he possibly tell the girl that she either didn't already know or that he felt right telling her about? Not much really. That they had argued, well half the mansion knew that, the yelling was quite loud, even with the thunder storm. What else was there? To answer his own question, nothing. It was a matter he really didn't want to pursue anyway. He stood awkwardly in the doorway a little bit longer. When he looked down the girl didn't look so crash hot. "You wanna sit down? You're looking kind of sick." He stepped back and offered entrance, he would put clothes on should she come in. it was only polite.
Katrina nodded and let herself in. She made it to the foot of the closest bed and sat on it. Then, because it seemed like it might help, she collapsed backwards to stare up at the ceiling. That was much better. Nothing but white with little flecks in it.
“So, if he did do something like we think he might have, what do you think we should do?”
She was stumped. The last time, when Neena had been doling out the punishments, she had made Fausto go to the funeral. She wasn't sure if it had helped or not. With how upset Calley already was, she doubted that would help him. If that was what he had done. Maybe they were getting ahead of themselves.
