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.
Allison had not known that Sanctuary had a rec room. How she’d managed not to notice despite nine months of living there she didn’t know, but she hadn’t… or had. Either way, it wasn’t until she overheard a pair of teens arguing about whether to go there or the mall that she discovered its existence.
It made a lot of sense, though. She’d felt vaguely cut out from the rest of Sanctuary’s residents for a while, and assumed it had to do with their… often somewhat unfriendly attitude toward other humans, though how any of them would have known her opinion without asking her she couldn’t guess.
Well, the telepaths. She was quite certain that not all of Sanctuary’s residents were telepaths, though, or close enough to telepaths to have found out that way. Unless the telepath had found something about her that everyone really hated enough to spread around, in which case she suspected she’d have gotten a few more glares.
Anyway, there was a rec room. And Allison hadn’t been using it, and hadn’t been meeting anyone she lived with, and it was more than time she did. So the day after she heard the boys arguing she got up, ate, dressed, covered her arms, feet and face in tattoos, and forgot entirely about the rec room. She spent the day absently walking around the city, occasionally eyeing somewhere she could maybe potentially work, once nearly getting into a fight with yet another bigot, and when she was particularly bored idly poking at the vague feeling in the back of her mind that there was something she was supposed to be doing.
It wasn’t until midafternoon that she remembered the rec room, by which point she’d wandered nearly six miles away from Sanctuary. She frowned up at the sky for a moment, debating between sighing and rolling her eyes at herself, before turning back toward Sanctuary.
Allison got back to Sanctuary before the sun could really necessarily have been described as setting, if barely, feeling a bit too warm, somewhat cheerful and very definitely exhausted. Walking for seven hours straight was certainly within the realm of human ability, but was not at all something Allison was used to.
She had managed to remember the rec room, though, and so headed for it instead of her room. Or where she assumed it would be, anyway. A rec room ought to have chairs, at the very least, and she doubted she’d be willing to move again for a few hours after she sat down. That should keep her sufficiently in one place to meet someone.
Fortunately it only took a couple amounts of wandering before Allison found the rec room, which did indeed have chairs, among a number of other things. More than she’d expected, really. The sight--of the chairs, if nothing else--gave her enough energy to walk slightly faster into the room, to a chair near one of the walls, and drop into it.
Sitting down felt amazing. Allison was going to have to go on more day long walks, if just so she could sit down at the end.
The large lizard like man hadn't felt like eating in the dining hall or alone in his room, so instead he brought it to the Rec rooms. Most people the came in never saw him. He ate while 'standing' in one of the room with a higher ceiling than the others. Standing wasn't really the correct word, as he hardly stood, he was half crouched, holding his plate on his tail fin. Aurion had been trying to get a better feel for the people in Sanctuary. Since he was a member of the Order, he felt it was only right to do so.
When he had been on his own for the first time, climbing had been difficult, and slightly painful. He hadn't been use to it. The same was true when he starting hanging upside down from ceilings. That wasn't the case anymore, Aurion could hang almost indefinitely, as easily as most people, human or mutant, stood upright. He was up there for hours, only being noticed by a few people. While he was up there, he didn't speak much, nor did many people catch his eye.
The girl wasn't stunning, but she was definitely hard to miss. What caught his attention at first was the look she had when she walked in. She apparently hadn't been to the Rec room before. The second, was the look on her face when she dropped into a chair near the wall not to far from where Aurion was. The third, were the tattoos that wound around the girl's face. They weren't garish, but they were interesting. Fourth, she looked like she could use a drink.
If he was right, she wouldn't know where the not so mini-fridge was that held the bottled water. He moved to it, opened it using his tail and pulled out a bottle. Still on the ceiling, he moved closer to her and lowered his tail, holding the bottle of water out to her. "You look thirsty." His tone was light and soft, it didn't need to be loud to carry to her from where he was.
It took a few blinks for Allison to realize that a water bottle had appeared in front of her face, and a few more to realize that the voice had been speaking to her, interpret the words, look up, and find what appeared to be the star of an alien invasion B movie on the ceiling. “...Hi,” was automatic. So was staring, and it took a couple more seconds for her to take the water bottle, a bit clumsily as she was still looking at the alien mutant. “Thanks,” was almost as automatic, but something she was slightly more aware of. Why are you on the ceiling? was equally automatically suppressed back into her mind.
And at that point Allison had no idea what to say. After a moment she looked back down at the water bottle, vaguely surprised to see it until she remembered the alien mutant had given it to her. She unscrewed the cap absently as she looked back up. “I’m Allison.” And who are you, and why are you on the ceiling?
Aurion smiled at the girl as she stared at him. "Welcome." He said while he suppressed a small chuckle. She didn't seem frightened or scared, or upset at all. In fact she seemed rather confused. That reaction he was okay with, especially since he had begun living at the Sanctuary. Before even a confused look would have irked him a bit, but not now.
Aurion clamped down on the ceiling hard with his feet and let go with his hands. His body lowered slowly in a controlled motion. When he stopped his head was a few feet off the floor still, but the girl, Allison, wouldn't have to look up, and neither would he. He held his long arm and extended one long finger. There were very few who had hands large enough for Aurion to shake without his hands ending up engulfing theirs. So his one finger was as close to the gesture as he could get.
He made sure to emphasize each syllable as he said his name, "Aurion." His tail moved lazily around much as a cat's does. "First time Rec room?" He asked with a curious smile on his face, "Look...tired. Get lost?"
Why are you on the ceiling? Allison smiled, her mind starting to catch up enough for her to react deliberately. “Thanks.” She couldn’t tell anything about what the alien mutant was thinking from their expression… or body language, or any other way, really. But the words and tone were both friendly enough, and it was Sanctuary, so she wasn’t worried.
...Her parents would have been, though. They’d have been thoroughly offended at the idea of someone they couldn’t read and manipulate. It took a great deal of self control for Allison not to giggle at the thought, and her smile grew into a grin as the alien mutant lowered himself so that his head was lower than hers, even if he was still on the ceiling.
“...You’re really tall,” was all the reaction she could come up with initially. And still on the ceiling, was the next thought to helpfully add itself. Why are you on the ceiling?
Allison pulled her mind away from the mystery of the ceiling alien, gesturing pointlessly with the hand that, it turned out, still held an open and mostly full water bottle as the waving tail caught her attention, and a bit of water splashed out. “Yea--ah!” The yelp as water splashed onto her knee was much more offended than anything else, and she pouted at the water bottle before taking a drink and continuing. “I heard someone talking about it yesterday, I’m not sure how I didn’t hear about it before. And, um, not exactly, I was just kind of wandering around, but I wasn’t really paying much attention to how far I went so I walked a lot longer than I… didn’t really plan, but… the length of the walk was unintentional.” As was the awkwardness of that phrasing, but that was what you got when you stuck three sentences together and filtered them through the brain of a tired and distracted Allison. Ceiling!
Aurion thought he saw something cross the girl's face, but it slipped away before he could get a good look. Sometimes he wished he could read minds, he was sure many people did. As that thought crossed his mind, he remembered someone he had crossed paths with in Sanctuary, someone who could read minds, even if it was a bit sporadic and brief. Apparently even that was enough to grind the girl's nerves to nothing from time to time. 'I don't really want to be able to read minds, it doesn't sound very fun or pleasant.'
"Sometimes I tall, very tall, sometimes others just.." He made the gesture for people being short. "I not always tall, I usually...shorter-ish." He knew the word, it was on the tip of his forked tongue, but he couldn't make the word work, so he had to stoop to an alternative. He hated brain farts.
It wasn't always nice to take pleasure in another, but when Allison seemed to have a little trouble with her own sentences it made Aurion feel better. His speaking, while better, still wasn't great, and it was nice to know that he wasn't the only person who had issues with them from time to time. He might have smirked a bit at her, but there was that look again. There and gone quickly. Tilting his head, he coiled his tail beneath him a bit to hold his weight as he relaxed his feet, one after the other, and 'flipped'. With his feet on the floor he looked at her with his head still tilted, "You ok?" He was crouched in his normal, comfortable posture, his tail wound around him on the floor, the fin flicking a bit, making a light 'thwaping' sound as it did.
“You’re really tall to me.” Allison, it turned out, was one of those shorter people. She also knew when a debate was utterly useless to continue, and a number of ways to let it end without having to declare herself wrong. Hopefully, anyway; sometimes people just wanted an argument, and when they did, they could generally find a way to make one. That seemed unlikely, though, the alien mutant from the ceiling didn’t seem particularly argumentative.
…Plenty intimidating, though, once he was no longer on the ceiling. Crouching always seemed a bit predatory to Allison, if just because it was easier to move from than sitting. Aurion’s general appearance didn’t really do much to lessen that impression. “I’m fine, yeah. Kind of tired, but. Tired is a good thing, sometimes. It makes sleeping easier, and I’m not very good at that normally.”
Aurion knew a little bit about not sleeping or having trouble sleeping. He had gone through a phase years ago, when his mutation was beginning to surface, where he nearly stopped sleeping altogether. Granted that was all nightmare related, well, most of it was. He nodded slowly and shallowly, "I sorry hear that. I use not sleep good." Resting his elbows on his knees, fingers laced together, he dropped his head onto his hands. "Why not good sleep? Nightmares?" After a moment he felt a bit awkward realizing he could be prying. Aurion slumped his shoulders a bit and ducked his head. "Sorry no mean pry."
With his head slightly tilted he looked at her with one eye and spoke a bit quietly, "Do I scare you?" His tone wasn't accusatory, but curious. He didn't want to scare her, they were in Sanctuary after all. Lifting his head up a bit, he turned over one clawed hand and looked at it sidelong. "Lots mutants like you scared of me." He wasn't sure why he had asked or mentioned it, he hadn't consciously thought of it. Maybe he thought she might be by her facial expression, body language, or something else equally as subtle that his waking mind wouldn't catch, but his sleeping mind did. Whatever the reason, it was said, and too late to backpedal now.
“Not nightmares. At least, I don’t think so. I just….” Allison gestured vaguely, not sure how to explain. Or, really, what she was trying to explain. “I just don’t fall asleep well.” Well that was a very informative answer.
Not only uninformative, but misleading, apparently. Allison blinked at the alien mutant’s apology. “It’s not prying. A lot of people talk about sleeping. I think…. I don’t mind, anyway.”
It hadn’t actually occurred to Allison to be scared, until Aurion asked, and started examining his claws. It was Sanctuary, wasn’t the whole point that you didn’t have to be scared? She blinked again, then tilted her head to look at him, absently letting her fingers tap on the side of the water bottle. “I don’t know. I’m not very good at being scared. Mostly I just get mad instead.” ‘Mad’ occasionally meaning ‘crazy,’ instead of ‘angry,’ but that detail probably wasn’t necessary. “But like… you’re way more dangerous than me, but unless you don’t like me, that means I’m safer around you, and if you didn’t like me, you wouldn’t have brought me this.” She held up the water bottle, grinning triumphantly at managing to what she wanted so well.
…Hopefully, anyway. There had been occasions before when she’d thought she’d explained something perfectly, and everyone had misunderstood it anyway. Hopefully Aurion wouldn’t either misunderstand or be offended, because… well, it was Sanctuary, so she’d be fine, but she still didn’t feel like moving. And having someone to talk to was nice.
Aurion looked at Allison a bit sideways, he wasn't sure what she meant or if she was trying to tell him something without actually saying it. There were a lot of reasons why someone might not sleep well, or have trouble getting to sleep, as he well knew. "Hmm...." Instead of trying to dig out what she meant though, he looked at her thoughtfully, "You have lumpy mattress. I beat it flat for you. Then you sleep quick." He was sure it wasn't that simple, so he gave her a smirking smile, so she knew it was a joke.
He found himself nodding to Alli as she spoke, mirroring his own mentality quite a bit. A quick barking 'Ha!' escaped him as she smiled at him and he returned it. He moved his fin above her to pat her head lightly, "Everyone family here. I help family, help keep family safe. Includes you." Aurion gave her a wink. "I glad you not scared."
Aurion shifted a bit so his chin rested in the palm of one hand, while his free hand's claws tapped against his supporting forearm. The sound of two stones hitting lightly followed each time a claw tapped against his scales. "I use get scared lot." His fin moved to motion to himself, his whole self. "Never slept. Jumped at everything, even myself." He sighed and shook his head. "Easier get mad, angry. Fear just...go bye-bye. I think better be angry than scared. No...uh...," He made a circular gesture with his free hand and snapped a couple times trying to remember the word he wanted. "Ah! Paralyze! Fear paralyze, anger motivate."
Allison stared at Aurion for a second, blinking, before bursting into giggles. “I wish it was that easy. I have a lumpy mind, I think.” Actually, that was a fairly good way to put it. No particularly obvious, direct connections for anyone to make assumptions about.
Hm… except that her mind was slow, thick, and possibly starting to rot. So maybe not the best comparison ever, when she thought of it.
Allison blinked as the fin began patting her head, then offered Aurion a bemused smile. She was pretty sure that no one had patted her head since she was about eight, fin or otherwise. It didn’t seem to be condescending, though, so she let it go, nodding with his next comment.
“Most of the time, yeah. Sometimes if you’re just the right amount of really angry I think it can make me… indecisive, I guess? Because I can’t decide what to do. But that’s a lot rarer than being paralyzed from fear.”