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.
What? She stood on her chair and put her hands on the table in order to get a better look at this hand-tablet.
"What?"
There was a picture and everything. She grabbed his hands and brought everything closer to see better.
WHAT!?
"THEY CAN GROW--!?" Kalos looked around, embarrassed out of her excited shouting. She swapped to a whisper. "What is this craft? Is it a mutant that makes them any shape ever?" She let him go so he could keep his hand-tablet. His technology did not work for her and she had yet to figure all that out anyway.
He asked about outside, but Kalos was far more interested in getting answers about this square melon. SQUARE MELON! "Why are not more people excited about square melons?"
He was making up words. Or maybe "genetically engineered" was more of the same language as "chico." Either way Kalos had to just skip past the parts she didn't know and try to talk about the things she did know.
"So Japan cuts his watermelons into squares to put on ships." Her tone was rightfully disdainful. "Why? Wouldn't they spoil before they got to their destination? The ocean is very big."
Despite his prettiness, Iggy had enough heart to help a nervous coral girl get breakfast. He even got her food first which had made her feel... special. That gave him quite a bit of leeway in the looks department, as far as Kalos was concerned. She could not hold his prettiness against him so long as he was kind as well.
He wheedled at her to try his square fruit, and eventually Kalos had to give in. She could hardly stand this much attention from a demigod.
"Thank you for this canterlopfe." She was careful to acquiesce in case he had an ego like those of other demigods she had met.
She took a nibble— just a small bite. It was sweet and juicy, but without any of the tanginess of the strawberry. She took another bite to be sure. Yes. Still sweet.
"I don't know if I like this." She took another bite, just to be sure.
"Is Miss Terterner nice?" She glazed over the 'mom' part. Since she didn't have one, that option was not open for Kalos.
Hmm. The coral girl was having the troubles seeing into the pot.
How was she supposed to know when it was boiling if she couldn't see in? The solution was a simple one. Rather than drag a chair over, which may have been loud and cumbersome, Kalos pulled open a drawer and used it as a step to help her climb back up onto the countertop. She carefully set her opened box of hardened noodles on the far side of the counter and then sat herself right next to the range. She had the most excellent view of the pot, and she had the most excellent view of grey faced Chase as he moved around the kitchen.
"May I have some warm milk? I have been trying all the things." And so far, all the things were good. So many of them were sweet! Maybe that's why she had so many ants in her room and why they kept taking her hidden food stash.
Another bonus, Kalos found from sitting up this high, was that it was easy to reach the pot of wooden spoons! Kalos reached over the warming pot and its tiny bubble and grabbed a spoon for later stirring. There was a picture of a spoon on the box. She had to have a spoon for this to work.
"If you like the flavor of the chocolate-flavored, why don't you just eat the chocolate-flavored?" Why was milk even in this equation? Kalos was honestly puzzled. "We had goats for milking, but I see that all of your things come in plastics and the animals are not here."
He held out one of the hand-tablets to her with the picture of a round and mottled fruit cut open to show the same color of the square fruit. Kalos nosed as close to the screen as he would let her.
"Oh. Yes. Cut. That make more sense. No one could grow a square fruit."
She tapped his hand-tablet with a finger, but since her fingers were calcified, hard, and cold the haptic screen didn't register.
So. What things did she know?
"I know that pretty boys are liars." She looked up at this Iggy she had found. "You're okay chico, though."
"Canterloupf. That is a hard one to say." She would just have to not like any canterlopf then she would not have to ask for it. The fruit seemed unnatural anyway. Square. "Who grows square fruits? It's not right."
He asked about tárta. "No, chico. The strawsberry is fráoula. Tárta is the way that makes your mouth go ohw." Kalos demonstrated what kind of face that something tart made her feel, with a little more exaggeration, perhaps. Just to get her point across.
And she most certainly did not have to eat slave's food.
"No. Thank you." Kalos went back to what was on her plate. She picked at the eggs. They were just weird. But the meat had all kinds of seasonings in it.
"No-! Uh-!" She let the bowl go and Chase dumped it out. All that water. Wasted! In mere moments he had fished something out of the cupboard that looked more like the picture on the box.
> “This is what you need,”
Kalos received the pot with both hands and went to bend down and look inside the cabinet with all the other pots. So that's where they were hiding! Chase even showed her where half of the way was.
"Thank you, helper." She whispered her words and covered a smile with her hand. She liked to see his gray face. Perhaps the middle of the night was the best time to be awake. Her errors, she went to fix. Yes. It stung to have the wrong things corrected. In the end it was better to be doing things right.
Kalos climbed up and filled the pot just so. With less water, it was a lot easier to climb down and push the pot onto the range. She used her fingers to push in the gas knob and turn it until it clicked then fwoosh, it caught fire... not under her pot, but she moved the pot over easily.
"No. The square one. I has never seen a square fruit." Kalos took the strawberry anyway. She'd actually already known that one, though this strawberry was bigger and redder than she was used to. He chomped into it and sent juices dribbling down her chin.
"Oh. It's tárta." She didn't know all the words for things, sometimes falling back to base Greek which was helpfully the base for many other languages, sometimes she just had to fall back to descriptions like 'the square one.'
"Your oatmeal looks like the slop of slaves. You can keep your brown. I will eat my brown meat."
He was cheerful. Weirdly cheerful. Kalos wiggled to try to escape her belly poke. Was a bonita a belly?
"Iggy." Kalos repeated the word faithfully. "I like Iggy. It's fun to say."
Ignacio sounded like the name of an island she'd heard about the name of which meant "sandal" or maybe it was from the word ἴγνης which meant he was indigenous to this place? Kalos looked around the hall of students as she padded after the demigod. While everyone looked little bits of different, Iggy had more brown to his skin than most. Did that mean the pasty people were the indigenous ones and he, too, was new to this place?
Somehow she'd lost her Iggy while she was looking around. The teen waved her over to a table and Kalos couldn't get there fast enough.
"What is this?" She pointed at some of the more colorful squishy things on his plate. It was pale orange and square shaped. What in the world grew in a square shape? Kalos stuck with what she knew.
"I know some things. The yellow fluff is a very pale egg," she reported proudly to her Iggy. "And the brown is... well... it is tasty and meat. And meat keeps me feeling strong."
Bay gull. Bay gull. Kalos repeated the words under her breath. He chose the correct meat and Kalos assumed that he chose an appropriate portion. Her hardened coral fingers clinked against the plate as she accepted it.
Her eyes were telling her that she was hungry, but a careful survey of her plate and Kalos was sure she could save some of this for later. She had eaten less for a very long time.
He laughed and corrected her about his name. Or maybe it was something more generic than a name since it was what he had called her first.
"Oh okay. Chico." It didn't sound as nice when it came out of her mouth. And then he had a different word her her! Kalos tried not to ground her teeth. How was she supposed to keep up with these names?
"Are you Bonito?" That was the only sound that changed last time.
"The name I have is Kalos." She reported when asked. Kalos stood with her plate in her hands, very still while they spoke.
"You... get your food after?" That was abnormal wasn't it? Why had he helped her first? Beautiful people usually just helped themselves. Kalos took quiet little steps and very patiently trailed just behind her demigod like a little duckling. He was nice for a demigod. She would allow him to teach her how things worked.
"Both." She blurted the word like she couldn't keep it inside her her body. Kalos got control of herself and tried again.
"Both of them are sweet." Everything smelled sweet up here. Or maybe nothing smelled quite so rotten as the sewer she'd come from. "Can I have the one that is not sticky? Please."
And the last thing she needed? "The pink... no. The brown meat. Please." Pink meat seemed... not quite right for her to eat.
Kalos shuffled along down the line with her demigod. For a demigod he was quite attentive. And she noticed he did not seem to be getting food for himself.
"Where is yours food, chica?" He had called her chica, so clearly it was not an insult.
He questioned her ability to eat! Kalos opened her mouth to tell him that she would eat it all and he would just have to see, but she saw his face. He looked... was he mad? Anything but mad.
"Maybe. Maybe just—"
Her eyes darted around the food. What was good? Honestly everything had been better than what she'd been eating before.
"—The yellow fluff." She decided with a nod and then tentatively added. "And a round bread? The one with the hole in it?"
Was that too much? She felt the prickle of an embarrassed blush starting at her hairline except instead of turning pinker, Kalos blushed purple.
Kalos was feeling quite accomplished. She slid the glass bowl toward herself and hefted it over to the silver part of the kitchen. It balanced on the edge and she turned on the water. The water did not reach the bowl so Kalos pulled open a drawer full of towels and used it to climb up and sit next to the silver basin.
She took a moment to splash in the water. It was clean and amazing. If it wasn't coming out so fast, she would not have splashed the counter tops and her yellow skort so badly. It was the water's fault for falling so fast.
After the bowl was full, Kalos shut off the water and grabbed the bowl. It turned out to be incredibly heavy with all that liquid, but that was okay. Kalos was strong.
She sliiiiiiid slowly down until there was nothing left to help her slide and Kalos was abruptly standing on her feet. The water jumped up out of the bowl and slapped her in the face!
Caught between offense and humiliation and anger Kalos stood wide-eyed for a moment, dripping.
If she threw the bowl, she would have no food. She would have to find a way to punish it later. For now she tried her best to hoist the heavy, slopping glass bowl onto the range so that she could make it boil.
Except. It was heavy. And it was moving side to side. It oscillated worse and worse!
He bent down to catch her eye, but Kalos knew this game. She was a master at avoidance.
"Thank you for your help." She did not sound thankful at all. She sounded like she might be trying not to breathe while he was so close to her. Why was he so close to her?
It didn't last for too long, thankfully. Kalos trailed behind him like a baby duckling. Now that she had someone who she belonged with, she had a reason to be here. If someone wanted her to leave, she would just refer them to her no problemo helper.
Yes. It was a good plan.
> "What would you like?"
The food was all soft and strange looking. "One of everything." She insisted. Yes. She could take her leftovers upstairs. Maybe they wouldn't find it if she found a better hiding spot.
He was on his way out. She was on her way in. They did not collide because Kalos was very careful not to touch people, demigods especially. They danced around the possibility of a collision with careful footwork. His ten million gigawatt smile was wasted on Kalos. She glanced once at his face to confirm that— yes, he like most of the others here was perfect, and then she affixed her gaze to the front of his shirt at eye level.
"I am no squirt."
But... he had offered to help. Kalos had an earful about asking for help when she needed it.
Apparently, she wasn't allowed to keep food in her room. It went bad up here where the heat made things so stinky.
Decision made, Kalos affixed her blue flooded eyes on the man-boy-god's chin rather than look him in the eyes. She could walk behind him. People would move for him and they would look at him and not her.
"Yes, please help?" The pink girl stepped aside so that he had a clear path to the buffet. It never hurt to be polite.
She was very, veeeery focused on balancing the glass bowl and her heart was not at all prepared to have someone, even Chase, speak to her.
Kalos gasped and bumbled the bowl and, though she nearly dropped it, she was able to grab it by shucking the tips of her fingers and using her more dexterous blue tentacles to grab the glass and press it to her chest. Neither she nor the bowl fell, but one or two of her fingertips shattered against the ground. That was okay. She could grow more of those.
She took a moment to appreciate that she had not fallen and breathed a shaky breath before she replied to her grayish friend. He was the best Chase this moontime. She could no be mad at his gorgon face.
"You gave me a fright." She hissed. "I am getting bowl to make food." She turned and set the bowl down onto the countertop while she eased herself backwards ontop the ground, tippy-toes first. Once she was on the ground, Kalos edged the broken bits of coral aside with her foot and grabbed up the unbroken ones so she could keep her tentacles in check while she showed Chase the one box she'd opened that had pictures to go along with the instructions.
"See? I need a cook pot to go on top of this fire. The fire come out of the dials on this tove." She pointed at the range, proud to know what she did. She should only have to turn one and they'd get some fire. Kalos had made a study of that one day.
"Oh. But there is water first." That came out of the silver part on the other side of the kitchen. "I am right here. You can sleep."