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.
Isabel came to a rather abrupt stop when Zephyr's figure glided into her line of sight. The gun shifted in her hands as he moved, its muzzle rising a few inches as she anticipated a barrage of either paintballs or taunting insults intended to goad her into action and fire back. However, for once it turned out that she wouldn't be the target of some sort of assault or the butt of a joke.
Her sour mood was all but forgotten as the young man suddenly tumbled ass over teakettle as he tried sliding around in front of her. Damn showoff finally got what was coming to him and she couldn't help the sudden fit of giggles that bubbled up at the look on his stupid face as he sprawled on the ground. Getting up so horribly early might have been worth it just to see that. It probably would have been just as funny at a later hour, though.
It wasn't too long before she wound up on the ground as well, having nearly doubled over laughing, though her descent was a little more graceful than Zephyr's had been. "You are such an idiot," she gasped, finally making an effort to stop laughing, though she wasn't succeeding very well."That's what you get for being such a showoff." That and a splotch or two or three of bright red paint on his person, since he'd been nice enough to make himself a perfect target.
Sprawled on his side with one arm dangling uselessly from his shoulder and his back flat against a brick wall, Zephyr spent a brief moment reflecting on what had just happened as his aforementioned arm faded and steadily slipped back into its socket.
He’d taken the turn far faster than he should have, hadn’t shifted his center of gravity to account for the ongoing momentum. The upside of this, was that the moment he’d tried to pivot and change direction, he’d instead pulled off an unexpected yet impressive barrel roll. In fact, if he’d been a smidgen quicker he could have landed on his feet and made the whole thing seem intentional.
Unfortunately, that hadn’t happened.
Instead about half a second after he’d started going arse over teakettle he’d crashed into the side wall of the warehouse with enough speed to crack two of his ribs (which he’d already fixed), dislocate his shoulder and leave him seeing stars for at least a handful of seconds.
All in all, it wasn’t one of his finer moments.
Just in case he hadn’t realized that however Isabel had, oh so helpfully, taken it upon herself to bare out precisely how ill advised his stunt had been. At least, the elemental assumed that was what the girl was doing in between her giggling fits. He was currently doing his best to ignore those; the last thing he needed was to lose his temper and so he tried to focus on the positives.
“No Isabel I’m fine. Thank you for asking.” He bit out dryly once he trusted himself to speak. All he received in response was trio of poorly aimed shots which somehow managed to decorate one side of his chest.
“Your concern is touching.”
Then, just as his shoulder slipped back into place, he discretely lifted the muzzle of his own weapon and, without moving from the floor, returned fire.
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
She couldn't help it. Zephyr just looked so damned ridiculous that she couldn't possibly have kept herself from laughing. It was so rare for him to look so stupid and so worth it when he finally did. His irritated remarks weren't doing him any good, either. Isabel wasn't one to be easily chided and she certainly wasn't going to feel bad for laughing at his stupidity. If anything his grumpy comments only made her laugh more.
Too bad none of the paint splattered his face, but she wasn't too concerned with aiming at the moment. Most of her focus was invested in not falling over onto her side and potentially shooting herself again in her fit of giggles. Though it seemed that her gun wasn't the one she should have been concerned with.
Her laughter ceased abruptly as a red glob splattered across her collarbone and partially up her neck followed by a few more scattered along her torso. They didn't exactly sting as she'd taken the precaution of armoring herself, but the pressure wasn't particularly comfortable and she'd still likely find bruises on her skin the next day.
She wasn't quiet for too long, though, as the initial surprise wore off and the giggling tried to bubble back up again. Still, she couldn't just sit there laughing and let him shoot at her, so she aimed for his face as best as she could before she began laughing too hard again and held down the trigger.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
As he struggled to keep his shots on target Zephyr was reminded of a particular aphorism he’d learned when he’d first left home. ‘In theory, practice and theory are the same. In practice they are not.’
The reminiscence was triggered by the fact that, theoretically, firing from a prone position allowed one a greater degree of accuracy with their shots. In practice however, this theory did not extend to one who was essentially firing from the hip whilst lying in a crumpled heap on a cold cement floor.
Not that he missed. Every pull of the trigger was rewarded with a sudden flare of crimson paint which stitched its way from the shapely soubrettes shoulder to her neck, falling only a few inches short of her helmets visor where he’d originally been aiming. Still the shots proved more than sufficient in stifling the ingénues inane giggling and so gave the elemental no small amount of satisfaction .
Sadly, the silence barely lasted a few moments before the gamines frame once again began shaking with bubbling laughter as she struggled to return fire. If it hadn’t been so surreal the sound would have been almost pleasant.
As it was, the girl’s halfhearted efforts gave the hessian more than enough time to pull himself into a sitting position and level a withering glare from behind his own helmet… only to get hit right between eyes. Unsurprisingly, this only served to send the ingénue into an even larger bout of hysterics as she finally lost her balance and fell backwards.
Zephyr, for his part, simply closed his eyes and forced himself to count backwards. By the time he was done Duskmoors incessant giggling had hardly begun to die down. None the less he managed to make himself heard as he spoke in a dead, monotone voice.
“You know Isabel, if I’d realized it was this easy to get you on your back I’d have tickled you into submission weeks ago. “
No sooner had the words left his lips then the air around Isabel tightened. Invisible manacles snapped across her wrists, pinning them to the cement floor above her head. At the same time a pulsing band of air formed just below her shoulders and steadily made its way down as it searched for any chink in the armor she’d formed above her skin; quickly finding several around her joints and within her boots, specifically, her knees, armpits and the soles of her feet.
It took less than three seconds before the buxom brunettes giggles became full born shrieks of laughter.
“Now. Say. Uncle.”
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
"Cheater! Ch- eeeek!- eeater!" Isabel squealed under the sudden, unexpected kind of assault set upon her. The gun had been knocked out of her hands by the sudden upward movement her arms had been pulled into. Even if it hadn't, there was no way she could have hit the young man with anything from the position she was in. Instead she was left to squirming, twisting and kicking out at random. It was a shame she was unlikely to actually hit him.
"Stoppit! Stoppit! Stopp-aaack!" There wasn't much she could do against the pressure around her wrists, but she could at least seal up any bare skin that was being attacked by similar currents. Any area that has been left exposed was quickly hidden under a layer of bone and she was left to hope that he couldn't snake his way through any imperfections or weak spots in the armor.
And as a form of retaliation, however minorly inconveniencing it may be, all she had to do was snag his foot by a length of rope-like bone and hoist him into the air by his ankle. It wasn't likely to do much for long, but in the very least it might surprise him. Hell, she could play that game for hours until he relinquished his hold on her arms, just so long as didn't pull his disappearing act.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
There was something oddly cathartic about turning Duskmoor’s own laughter against her. Granted it did wonders for his bruised ego, but at the same time it was a refreshing change of pace from her typical sullen recalcitrance; he’d probably heard more out of her in the last 30 seconds than he had the past week, a somewhat disappointing revelation given what he was trying to accomplish honestly.
"Cheater! Ch- eeeek!- eeater!"
Still, that was hardly going to stop from milking as much amusement as possible.
“Sticks and stones Isabel”. He replied smugly as he balanced the paintball gun on his knees. There was little point in continuing their game until the brunette got over her hysterics and calmed down enough to retrieve her own, however as that required the girl to swallow her pride he was likely in for a long wait.
"Stoppit! Stoppit! Stopp-aaack!"
“I’m not hearing an ‘uncle’”. He called back lazily over the girls unending peals of laughter, resting himself more comfortably against the wall while lacing his hands behind his head and closing his eyes behind the helmet as he set about searching for further chinks in the gamines armor. If he what he could fee was right then it should be-
Any further thought on the matter was abruptly derailed when what seemed like a damn ruddy python shot out of Isabel’s wrist and proceeded to do an annoyingly good impression of Indiana Jones’s whip as it repeatedly tried to coil around one of his legs, and though the hessian was able to dodge several attempts, the problem with having ones back to a wall is that there’s nowhere to retreat to.
So it was that about thirty second later Zephyr found himself dangling directly over Duskmoor by his ankle with his arms crossed and his coat hanging over his head in some bizarre imitation of a cape. Isabel for her part took the chance to catch her breath now that the tickling had finally stopped though her hands remained pinned above her head. It was perhaps five minutes later that the shapely soubrette had calmed enough to actually look at him and it was then that elemental spoke.
“Cute.” The single word betrayed a tone of wry amusement to let the girl would know he was no longer as irritated as he had been. “Now are you going to put me down or do I have to take things up a notch?”
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Finally a second for Isabel to catch her breath and give her aching ribs a break. Hooking the slippery little bastard's leg without really being able to see him had taken longer than she'd hoped. She might have been surprised that he didn't just phase his way out of it if she hadn't been so busy appreciating how absolutely ridiculous Zephyr looked in his current position. Jacket nearly inside out and blood rushing to his face was a nice look for him.
"You might look better like this than you did all smooshed up against the wall," she mused as her breathing was starting to become normal again. She wished she could have taken her helmet off. All the giggling and thrashing had made it awfully hot. Once she got her hands free it would be the first thing she did. Second would probably be throwing it at Zephyr's head. Shedding her armor would certainly help, too, but she wasn't about to do that anytime soon.
She wasn't sure how the young man could 'take it up a notch', but if all he was doing was tickling her she figured she could put up with it a while longer if it meant leaving him upended as he was. Besides, she wasn't going to cry uncle so easily. "Go ahead. And when you do, it's gonna be your own damn fault if I can't hold you up there anymore and you get tossed around like a sack of potatoes."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Hanging upside was not as pleasant a position as the world of comics would have you believe. The human form developed the way it did for a reason after all, and by turning matters on its head, the body is forced to work over time to maintain stasis. Still, in the short term it is simply a slight inconvenience, and after dealing with Duskmoor for so long the elemental was more than capable of coping.
"You might look better like this than you did all smooshed up against the wall,"
Especially when she gave him such golden opportunities.
Purposefully holding the bound brunettes gaze for a few silent seconds, as a small smirk gradually worked its way onto the hessians face before he spoke. “Why I’m flattered Isabel; if I’d known you found me so appealing I would have let you catch me long ago.”
Pausing for a moment as he pretended to think something over Zephyr tilted his head to one side and fought back a frown; taunting the soubrette wasn’t nearly so entertaining when he couldn’t see her reactions and the girl had been laughing so much that the visor of her helmet was almost completely fogged.
Fortunately all it took was a slight, almost insubstantial, pressure to lift the clear section of plastic out of the way. “Better?” He asked without waiting for a response. “If you let me down I can take it off for you, or I can keep me hanging around and I’ll-“
"Go ahead. And when you do, it's gonna be your own damn fault if I can't hold you up there anymore and you get tossed around like a sack of potatoes."
Annoyed yet also amused by the gamines interruption Zephyr spent a moment debating with himself before settling on a look of smug amusement before he spoke again. “As I was saying, you can me let down and I’ll take your helmet off or…”
Duskmoor left boot, which had been quietly unlacing itself for the past several seconds finally finished the last knot and slipped itself free of her foot before floating up into the rafters.
“…I can take off something else entirely, your choice.”
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Isabel couldn't help but flinch slightly when the visor to her helmet suddenly slid away from the front of her face. She hadn't expected it and as such it had surprised her, though she couldn't say she was displeased with the movement. It let her see clearly and dispelled some of the uncomfortable heat that had built up in the helmet. Not that she was going to thank him or anything.
"I could take the damn thing off myself if you'd stop grabbing my wrists like this," she complained, choosing to ignore his previous statement. At the very least all the laughing she'd done had reddened her cheeks already, so there wasn't too much of a difference in her coloration while she pretended not to have heard his taunting.
She was just about to make a retort to his threat when all of her attention was redirected to the abrupt loss of her boot. A startled squeak escaped as her leg reflexively folded closer to her body when the sudden temperature change hit her foot. "You wouldn't!" She shot back, though she wasn't so sure of it. She never had been all that good at figuring out when he was bluffing. There was also no telling if he'd grab another less revealing piece of clothing next or not. Where she already had a layer of armor on, there wasn't too much skin to show, but it wasn't a very pleasant predicament either way.
Losing her smirk she none too gently had her bone appendage give Zephyr a shake. The no good rotten cheat. Mumbling and grumbling she figured she ought to deprive him of the chance to steal anything else from her and reluctantly covered her clothing in a second external layer of armoring. "You're so not winning this one," she stated while staging a retaliation of her own.
Now that she could see clearly thanks to the windbag's assistance, it was simple enough to create a fork in the appendage holding the young man in the air and create a second branch. The tip of said branch caught hold of the edge of his coat and pulled it over his face before pinning it to his chest by encircling his ribs with a third branch split from the second. She'd like to see how well he could operate when he couldn't see.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Even as Isabel tried to jostle him and stated her sheer stubborn determination to win, Zephyr couldn’t prevent his smirk from growing for he’d already achieved one notable victory. He’d been trying for weeks to persuade the guileless gamine that she needed to start manifesting her armor over her attire; if he’d known it was this easy he’d have made the threat far sooner.
That being said, Duskmoor’s next move did manage to catch him somewhat off guard, though in hindsight he shouldn’t have been surprised. Whether she’d originally intended to blind him or had actually been trying to tear the jacket off him in retaliation the elemental couldn’t say but the end result was likely less than dignified .
Pity really; she’d just started making progress. Honestly a part of him was tempted to call the girl out for her jejune behavior but he was hardly in a position to be throwing stones himself. Perhaps a more adult tone was needed?
Then again, why break a winning combination.
Despite what certain posters would have some believe, Duskmoors armor wasn’t actually skin tight; a thin layer of air separated a good deal of the shapely soubrettes flesh from the living shell she wove around herself. It was a minor point, but one Zephyr intended to capitalize on.
“Stubborn as always, is one little word really so much to ask? Still if that’s the way you want to play let’s see how long you can last shall we?” The elementals words snaked across the short distance straight into the brunettes ears as though he were whispering right beside her. It was likely the last thing she heard before the quiet caress of air against her skin suddenly started moving with a concerted purpose that soon left the buxom brunette a breathless and writhing as she struggled in vain to escape the almost feather like strokes.
--
Leaning against one of the cargo crates scattered across the warehouse Zephyr idly tossed Isabel‘s helmet into the air, an all too evident smirk on his features as he waited for the soubrette to recover.
Credit where credit was due, the girl was remarkably stubborn; she’d been on the verge of passing out several times before she’d finally given in, and if she hadn’t discarded her armor after the first ten minutes she likely would have. Even now she was still half comatose; her eyes more closed than open as she lay on cold cement floor soaked in sweat, her clothes plastered to her skin clearly showing the rise and fall of her chest as her lungs fought for air.
When Isabel at last managed to open her eyes and cast a bleary glance at her surrounding the hessian stopped tossing the girls helmet and favoured her with a mock salute. “Welcome back," He greeted as he caught her eye. "I always seem to underestimate just how stubborn you can be. Tell me though, was it worth it?”
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
"Shut the hell up," Isabel grumbled as she sat herself up and pointedly ignored Zephyr's stupid salute and the stupid smirk on his stupid face. She was preoccupied enough with keeping her balance as she moved while she waited for her slight lightheadedness to dissipate. At least he'd finally let go of her wrists. It made moving so much easier. Also easier for flipping the bird, however unenthusiastically. She could make up for that with later threats when she wasn't so tired.
Making a face she pulled at her shirt in a few places, trying unsuccessfully to get the cloth to stop sticking so much. Her skin was still rather hot to the touch, but once her body temperature fell back to normal the damp clothing would likely start to give her a chill, especially once they got around to leaving the warehouse and she had to step outside.
She groaned again as she bent her knees and folded her arms over them before dropping her chin into one of her hands. All of her muscles were tired form the excessive amount of wriggling and writhing she'd done in an attempt to squirm her way out from under assault and her brain was still caught up in a mildly pleasant haze. "I need a shower," she complained, "And then I'm gonna murder the shit out of you."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
“Promises promises.” Zephyr chided her with wry amusement as the girl slowly sat up; pulling herself into the fetal position before glaring at him over her knees, face still more than lightly flushed. “Keep talking like that and I might think you actually enjoyed yourself.”
Smirking slightly as the soubrette muttered under breath the hessians flicked his eyes upwards briefly before pushing off the cargo crate and taking a few short steps to the right just the brunette’s discarded boot fell through the space he’d vacated. A simple snap of the elementals fingers caused the boot to halt in free fall for a moment before floating towards its owner and letting gravity finishes its business.
“Still I believe we’re done for today. We’ll pick up where we left off tomorrow.”
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
It was a relief to be back at the Sanctuary after being stuck in the Mansion for as long as she had been. Isabel had really wanted to leave that dump as soon as she'd been healed but a certain windbag had made sure she'd stayed put and had made the experience as unpleasant as possible on top of it. She'd get him back for it eventually, she'd just have to figure out how first. She'd also never be setting foot in X-Nerd central ever again.
What wasn't so nice about being back at the Sanctuary was that the windbag had also found his way back there and hadn't wasted much time in continuing to torment her and setting her to yet another mundane, repetitive, stupid task to complete. This time he called it reinforcing the Sanctuary, which really meant strategically placing bits of bone all over the damn building which would take absolutely forever and was so not something she wanted to be doing.
"This is so stupid," she whined, stopping to lean against the nearest wall and cross her arms while she pouted. He wanted her to do the work, but she'd do it at her own pace and hopefully aggravate him enough that he'd let her stop and move on to something else. "Nothing's gonna happen to the Sanctuary. No one's dumb enough to try and knock this place down or whatever. There's too many dangerous people here. This is so pointless and boring and I hate it."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
The Sanctuary was, against all odds, rather aptly named. While its public persona merely served as a shelter for the downtrodden and destitute among mutant kind, that was merely the tip of the iceberg. Once one delved beneath they would find facilities and infrastructure more in keeping with a military base than the charitable organization Sanctuary claimed to be.
That being said though, the buildings lower levels were in a blatant state of disrepair and had been ever since the place had been raided during the mutant registration act. It was a galling but undeniable fact for the Order that they’d been unable to handle the governments Stalker machines, rather than learn from their mistakes however the old leadership had apparently been content to merely sweep history under the rug and pretend it never happened, much like a child unwilling to admit they’d lost a game.
"This is so stupid,"
‘Sweet vindication.’ Resting just a few feet away on an opposing wall Zephyr managed to keep all but the barest of smirks from tugging at his lips as he heard the girls words and instead raised a skeptical eyebrow at his pouting protégé who wasted little time in expatiating her reasoning… such as it was.
By the time the buxom brunette had finished her habitual kvetch the elementals attention had already returned to his screen. He’d long since learned that her whining was little more than a cry for attention, and while he indulged her from time to time, this was a task that actually needed to be finished in a reasonable time.
Still, he wasn’t above some measure of idle banter. “Remind me Isabel, how did the Stalkers manage to get down here during the camps?” When the soubrette failed to come up with a suitable retort the hessian merely nodded to himself.
“That’s what I thought. Now unless you intend to put those lips to use I suggest you stop pouting and get back to work.”
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Isabel just barely managed to suppress a cringe at the mention of the Stalkers. She did what she could to never talk about what happened in the raid on the Sanctuary or what happened after and she outright refused to even think about it most of the time. The recent fight in the park had completely ruined that habit of hers when one of those metal monstrosities showed up to give her an extremely unpleasant, violent reminder of the past. She didn't need him adding his own reminders in casual conversation.
It was doubtful the young man would have noticed either way, engrossed in his stupid tablet like he was while he made her do all the work. She tried to ignore his smug question and avoided giving him any kind of answer, wanting that particular part of the conversation to be over as quickly as possible.
"Why don't you put your lips to use and kiss my ass," she shot back with a huff while she let herself slide down the wall and into a sitting position on the floor, choosing to ignore the implications of his smartass comment. The job he had her doing was stupid and no one had attacked the Sanctuary since the raid, which was practically forever ago. If anything his refusal to let her have any fun was was what would put the place in danger.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.