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.
Kitra couldn't help laughing, stopping her singing, as they strolled through the doors of the most awesome place ever, Upper Crust!! Simply because it had the most awesomost looking pies, she felt like she was going to drool over everything. Of course she didn't look like she was going to drool, that would simply be unladylike. Kitra was glad that the customers in the shop didn't react negatively to them, she surmised that their singing about pie, nummy nummy pie, helped though. She couldn't help but notice a young teen that hadn't reacted at all to them, she wondering idly if he might be sleeping. Kitra shrugged mentally before turning her attention to the waiter, "I would like a slice of the Reese's pie and a slice of mixed berry pie please." She smiled as the waiter handed her a metal stand similiar to Calley's just with a different number. She followed Calley to a round table and sat down and grinned at him. "All the pie looks so good."
Pluto grinned at the pair as they made their quick and off the cuff yet good decisions. He however had a system one which he had perfected after being overcome with Piemania. He lowered his gaze to Curtis, a humorless but effective employee. He then superseded him and went over his head, (literally and metaphorically) to Gladice the Pie cook and genius. “Gladice, I am all the way back around to Strawberry Pecan, again. Since, I am starting at the beginning of a year this time, I think I will shoot for 40 laps.” One Lap being through the menu from beginning to end, Eating a whole pie before proceeding to the next, alphabetically of course. Long ago this place didn’t care for mutants, they held themselves above them and then Pluto’s appetite for pie came and straitened them out by boasting their sales significantly on his own.
He took his number off of the counter. It wasn’t that Curtis didn’t like mutants, but he did have a problem with those who bypassed him and further more got away with it. Pluto went to the table and coiled his tail under him and then set on top of it fully supporting himself with ease at the table.
Pluto could usually be found with a smile on his face, but one that shined like it did right now with boyish joy was not quite as common.
“We should have done this ages ago!”
If anyone existed other than Kitra, Calley and Gladice within the building Pluto was hard pressed to notice.
Still nothing, maybe it was buried under too much stuff, or just not there. Either way he can't find any locations, and was getting frustrated. How could it be this hard, No group was hidden well enough to not leave any clues on the net, it only took one person to do it, whether on purpose or not. The more junk he came across the more annoyed he got. "Ugh stupid freakin mutants" He said not paying attention to the fact that yes, he said it out loud, and no he wasn't connected to the net anymore.
((ooc: lol, David, that's one way to get the attention of a group of mutants. ))
Calley watched the others place their orders. Kitra was of a similar mind as him, it seemed, though she was clearly craving the return of warmer weather with that mixed berry of hers.
"Copy-Kit," he smirked as she joined him at the table. "Though I can't blame you. That Reese's pie looks kinda like someone exploded deliciousness and then shoved it in a pie pan. With whipped cream on top."
He shifted somewhat uncomfortably, pulling up his legs so he could sit on top of them. That earned a slight frown of disapproval from Curtis-Behind-the-Counter, but meh. Clearly, Gladice was the one to make happy, and she seemed plenty happy with Pluto's order. The red man was clearly a pie pro. Though what a 'lap' was, Calley had no idea. He would find out soon. He suspected it would be awesome, and involve less exercise than it sounded like.
He turned back to Kit as the big red guy was wrapping up his order. "So, umm... are you still with the Labs? 'Cause... I'm kinda not. I, ah, live at the Mansion, now. Not that I'm all 'ooo you're not from my side of the spandex' discriminatory, or anything. I mean, I've got friends that hang out in other places, and all." Abyss joined them, number stand and all. "Obviously," Calley finished, with a flashed grin towards the hulking monkey-tailed man. It said a lot, that he was willing to hold this conversation in front of Abyss. It also said a lot that he was willing to hold it in public.
Nervous fidgeting on his chair aside, Calley really wasn't the same person as he'd been the last time he'd talked to Kit. The last time he'd talked to Kit, he hadn't held his own in a death match against the Boogey Man. That fight--and the preparation for it--had helped him start to use those vertebrae in his back in a manner that resembled a spine.
>> "Ugh stupid freakin mutants"
Calley raised an eyebrow towards the booth next to them, where their fellow teenager had just woken out of his own little world with a most unwise statement. Particularly since Calley couldn't remember which of the clones was quick to smash the silly little sapiens that talked like that. With a laughing, please-no-smashing-that-will-ruin-the-pie tone aimed to defuse things, he called over, "Hey, we got some stupid freakin' mutants over here who are just waiting for their--PIE!"
A server was coming out of the back, with a rather heavy tray. Calley suspected that Pluto had more to do with that than he or Kit did.
Kitra smiled at Calley, "Yea, I'm still at the labs, however the boss seems to have disappeared. So I'm not doing much." She grinned this time, "It's good you have friends, and the mansion is a pretty nice place. At least that's what I would think." Kitra looked up at Abyss and grinned, "We should have! I can't wait for my pie. " She chuckled slightly as she thought, 'I think I'm going to nab Calley in a hug when we leave.' Her thought was followed by a rude comment from the teen behind them.
"Ugh stupid freakin mutants"
Kitra twitched, it wasn't on purpose twitch, it just happened. She turned in her chair to glare at the young man behind them, "And what may I ask, are you saying that for?" If glares could be heard, it would be evident in her voice. Her attention was diverted by a server that come out from the back with a very very loaded pie tray. "Oh, those look nummy!! I look forward to the reese's, " she giggled. Kitra had pretty much forgotten about the guy behind them, due to the appearance of the numminess of the pies.
Pluto’s ears perked at that juicy little bit of gossip. He would have to mention it to syn and see if there wasn’t a coup they could lay out, then again hunter being not at the labs meant little. Just that he was jet setting elsewhere.
>> "Ugh stupid freakin mutants"
It was interesting that Kitra’s and Pluto’s initial twitch happened in synchronization. Pluto’s teeth immediately clenched and then began to grit a bit. His knuckles turned an almost white color. He then let out a forced and almost meditative sigh. Truth was that most of them would snap somebody in two for such foolishness.
"Hey, we got some stupid freakin' mutants over here who are just waiting for their--PIE!"
"And what may I ask, are you saying that for?"
With a bit of a forced smile. Pluto whispered, “ I told Gladice, that I would behave here…we have made some progress. And that is the reason that he is will still able to reply to you now.” As if his mind shifted gears in an absolute direction. He noted the pie pan and slices. “ mmmmm,I suppose my metabolism helps but, these things would be seeing me run around that menu time after time even if I didn’t have that metabolism to fall back on...I might be jabba the hut worthy but so help me I am addicted.’
David was still oblivious to the group that had entered. He reached out and took a sip of his warm drink and thought about where he would go next. But his thoughts were interrupted.
"Hey, we got some stupid freakin' mutants over here who are just waiting for their--PIE!"
"And what may I ask, are you saying that for?"
David choked down his drink as the realization hit him that no, he had not merely thought that last line. He said it for the whole world to hear. Turning his head he saw the group at the bar, mainly the big red fellow with the tail. his mind raced on what to say to them. "Uhmm no I didn't mean it that way, I swear." He managed to blurt out. He was not only embarrased that they heard him, but scared of the large muscle bound red... person.
>> "Yea, I'm still at the labs, however the boss seems to have disappeared. So I'm not doing much. It's good you have friends, and the mansion is a pretty nice place. At least that's what I would think."
Calley smiled back. It was good that she approved of his move, even if his move was technically just deeper into the information gathering field. She'd kinda gotten his cover blown that last time they hung out, though, and his theory went like this: what she honestly didn't know, she couldn't blow. They could be friends again now. "It is pretty nice, I guess," he grinned, "kinda still adjusting to this weird 'homework' concept, though."
A twitch from his newly re-commissioned red headed friend, and a twitch from the big red guy. One of those twitches was slightly more alarming then the other, but given that they were dealing with mutants here, neither move spelled good things for Mr. Stupid Freaking Mutant's future. Calley's smile slipped back into the 'habitual' range. If his friends started something... was he obligated to stop it? He was kinda all goodie flavored, at the moment.
Fortunately, Kit kept her initial reaction to a chair turn and a glare that could cut.
>> "And what may I ask, are you saying that for?"
She was also just as easily distracted as he was.
>> "Oh, those look nummy!! I look forward to the reese's, "
Even more fortunately, Pluto kept it to whitening knuckles on the table instead of whitening them on someone's unwise face.
>> “ I told Gladice, that I would behave here…we have made some progress. And that is the reason that he is will still able to reply to you now.”
Calley gave the monkey-tailed clone a nod. "That's good, Pluto. Besides, humans just aren't worth ruining a good pie over."
>> “ mmmmm,I suppose my metabolism helps but, these things would be seeing me run around that menu time after time even if I didn’t have that metabolism to fall back on...I might be jabba the hut worthy but so help me I am addicted.’
Calley merrily huggled one of his two pie plates between his hands, raising it up as if to kiss it before putting it back on the table, and grabbing a shiny silver fork. He would begin, of course, with the key lime slice. While the stomach was empty and the palette clean, the bite of a key lime was the stuff that spine-shivers were made of. This one was a particularly appetizing green.
>> "Uhmm no I didn't mean it that way, I swear."
The blurting re-directed his attention to a subject temporarily dismissed: Mr. Blurt-Mouth. Huh. The brown haired teenager contemplatively savored that first bite; the way his taste buds rose up to meet the scent his nose had promised; the way the filling smoothed across his tongue with the roughness of the crumb crust following it. Oh yeah. Oooooh yeah. The Upper Crust made a good pie.
And, unfortunately, he was attempting to make a good goodie. Calley edged his chair slightly so he didn't have to put a kink in his neck to talk to the guy.
"Umm, you know," he began simply, "you really should be a little more careful with what you blurt out. I get that we're a different species and all--I get that, believe me--but we've got as much goin' on between our ears as you do." A point that was up for debate on both sides, actually, but not one Calley had ever argued. Humans were plenty smart. If they weren't, they wouldn't be such a problem. "Saying things like that is pretty rude. Would you shout out 'Stupid freaking homosexuals' or 'Stupid freaking Mexicans'? It's just... not cool. Just... keep that in mind, I guess."
Public service announcement over. Calley turned merrily back to his key lime pie, which was pouting over the sides of its crust that he'd ignored it for so long. He quickly returned to showing it all the love and affection he could. Hopefully the guy did keep that in mind. 'Cause this close to the Order's turf, he was lucky he wasn't already a wall splatter. Errhm... on that note.
"We're agreed to not splatter him, right?" Calley checked quickly with Kitra and Pluto, his voice low enough that Mr. McMouth Off would have immense trouble hearing him. " 'Cause I'm kind of training for the X-Men, and people at the Mansion don't look too kindly on that kind of thing. Just sayin'."
Kitra really didn't want to cause trouble, "It is true, humans really aren't worth it. Plus this is a nice place too, be a shame to ruin it," She nodded as Calley went through his speech, "He's right, discrimination really is silly and frowned upon by many." Kitra nodded again before turning back to her pie, and smiled before digging into the reese's pie. She glanced at Calley as he asked about the splattering of the guy and answered in just as low a tone, "No, I promise I won't hurt him, though I sorta want to but meh."
Pluto was trying so hard, there was a whole pie, right there begging him to make an absolute glutton of him self. It was however to hard to resist a bit of conversation after both of the others continued and the teen responded with a stunned reaction. It was as if he didn’t even realize they were there in the first place. Last he checked he was hard to miss. And the only obvious mutant here.
“I am trying really hard not to want to too, and I am pretty sure I won’t but I can’t help myself.” His voice was as conspiratorially quiet as the other two and then picked up so the human could hear. “What exactly did you mean, by stupid freaking mutants? If you don’t mind my asking, of course.”
A fourth voice called out from the kitchen aware of the moment of tension in her typically perpetually happy shop. “ you better not be having trouble in my shop you over grown eating machine.” The way Gladice said it was the endearing tone of a mother or grandmother that had a child that could eat as much as she would inevitably encourage him to.
He twirled his fork around and then stabbed it into the pie and ate a big bite.
David knew he had to pick his words carefully, the three of them were all mutants, and the big guy didn't seem too happy. "I - well what I meant was I was looking for some mutants and said it out of frustration because I couldn't find them, I didn't even know you came in, I swear." He said trying to convey that he wasn't discriminating against them at all.
"It really wasn't against you, or mutants at all, just me getting annoyed because I left home trying to find mutants I could relate to, but since I got here I haven't been able to track them down." David hoped his quick explanation was enough to convince them not to beat the tar outta him.
>> "No, I promise I won't hurt him, though I sorta want to but meh."
Calley grinned back at that, and at her own words to the man; always nice to have back-up on an issue. Verbal back-up of the non-smashing variety begin generally preferred.
>> “I am trying really hard not to want to too, and I am pretty sure I won’t but I can’t help myself."
He gave his best Serious Face to Pluto. You could really feel the capitalization. "Now now, young man, don't you give me that. You can help yourself just fine." He paused to give a dramatically lofty stare, before relaxing into a quick grin that probably wouldn't help the high-and-mighty mini-lecture stick.
Pluto had a good question, though.
>> “What exactly did you mean, by stupid freaking mutants? If you don’t mind my asking, of course.”
McMouth Off didn't have the best answer, but it was a start.
>> "I - well what I meant was I was looking for some mutants and said it out of frustration because I couldn't find them, I didn't even know you came in, I swear."
And it got better.
>> "It really wasn't against you, or mutants at all, just me getting annoyed because I left home trying to find mutants I could relate to, but since I got here I haven't been able to track them down."
Calley's baby blue eyes blinked. " 'Relate to'?" He parroted. "Just feeling ostracized and randomly persecuted by society, or are you a mutant, too?" His head tilted to the side, curiously watching for the guy's response, both verbal and otherwise. "You can pull up a chair, if you want to. We promise not to bite while there's pie afoot."
He stuck out a hand across the gap between tables. "I'm Calley, by the by. Animal shifter extraordinaire, at your service." The words flowed out easily, but there was a slight flash of unease in his eyes towards that last bit. Was this the first time he'd introduced himself with his real power set? Yeah. Yeah, it was. 'Cause that's what goodies did: they inanely offered up their strengths on a silver platter for general public knowledge. For some reason, blatantly lying about things was frowned upon as a baddie-esk trait. Something about 'deceit', and all. Psssh. Next someone would tell him that only telling his fellow X-Men about the most basic half of his abilities was somehow 'deceitful'. Psssh, and psssh again.
Kitra shook her head, "Well some of us aren't that hard to miss." She took a bite of her mixed berry pie, as she had engulfed her reeses piece. Kitra blinked, then blinked a few more times as she turned to the guy at his words.
"I - well what I meant was I was looking for some mutants and said it out of frustration because I couldn't find them, I didn't even know you came in, I swear."
Then Kitra nearly fell out of her chair at his next words, but recovered nicely by having her fork fall and her catching it.
"It really wasn't against you, or mutants at all, just me getting annoyed because I left home trying to find mutants I could relate to, but since I got here I haven't been able to track them down."
She then turned after setting her fork down, "I must say I'm most curious as to if you're a mutant or if you're just being", Kitra snorted softly, "discriminated against for just being different." She nodded as Calley introduced himself, keeping her surprise to herself as Calley also introduced his powers as well. Kitra shrugged slightly, "Well, I'm Kitra, the Illustrator if you will. And Calley is correct, no biting with pie around." She grinned and grabbed another bite of her pie as she waited to see what the young man would do now. And of course what Pluto would do, this day kept getting more and more interesting by the minute.
He excepted an nodded to calley's chastisng of him, The young man was lucky in a couple of ways, Pluto was the easiest going of them all an he was at his happiest in this place.
"fair enough." Puto stated simply at the young man's answer. then only eaves dropped on the rest of the conversation. His pie was here and he might finish it before he left so he could get another two for home. He held up the pie and pulled back the tin the same way some one might try to eat a normal slice. though in his large hands, he was mre than capabl of pullin it off, and once again it was rare for someone to tell himthat he was doing it wrong or lacked manners. more as if it was a perfectly acceptable way or even expected way for a behoemoth of his caliber to act.
He only poped in his intro at the designated time.
" Pluto, Big and red...and" he smiled " if you hadn't guessed my power is to devour pies. it hadn't been much more than a minute but he was well into the second half of the pie.He was getting full but it couldn't be helped, he had smelt pie and much like a shark goes after the wounded so it was with him and pie.
He wiped at the corner of his mouth coming up for another breath. " Anybody in paticular you are looking for? I bet between the three of us we know most of the big names in the city." Man, when had he gotten so soft that he went from stupid freaking mutant to helpful freaking mutants....maybe he needed to work on his scary face. no wonder that hadn't believe he was jupiter.
"Yes I am a mutant." He said with a nervous smile. He wasn't the most excited to except the invite to sit by them, the big guy still made him nervous, though the three of them didn't seem too bad. This Pluto fellow may be great help though, so David made sure to speak up "well I came here because I heard there were groups of mutants here helping each other out, where I'm from I was always alone. So I was hoping I could track them down." David said as a look of disappointment showed on his face "But so far I haven't found a thing, I'm wondering if it was just a big waste of time."