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.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Mar 11, 2024 16:27:47 GMT -6
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Elizabeth smoothed a strand of trying-to-frizz hair out of her eyes. It felt like the room was suddenly cooling off after someone turned off half a dozen space heaters. Nico and Zorro felt it too. Three sets of eyes turned to Atticus at the same time and they cocked their heads in unison. Huh. So that was the new guy's power. He could generate heat.
Another reason to dislike him.
Liz glanced back at Carrick although the bird and dog remained fixated on Atticus, glaring at him for his comments. "You know what, I think I might just call him," she informed the shapeshifter. "...after we're done here." At that point her smile turned downright predatory. Carrick wasn't the only one there who had animals in their heads.
Sure, making Carrick stick around was petty. She'd readily admit that to anyone except for Carrick. She also didn't think anyone would have a problem. It truly was time for Carrick to grow up (again) and giving responsibilities was a good way of helping that along.
And if that meant Liz could foist problems in Carrick's direction, so much the better.
"Trust me," she said in a whisper, figuring only those with animalistic senses would pick up her words clearly, "...you're about to see a master class at work in handling people."
Liz still remembered hearing the stories of how she'd protected mutant children during the days of the Mutant Registration Act. And that was before all the years working at the mansion!
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"...the powers that we retaliated with."
A hundred images flashed through Elizabeth's head, memories from as many different perspectives. Beaks pecking, talons scratching, mandibles biting, stingers stabbing. Mystics loomed impossibly large to her perspectives. But it hadn't matter. Even blue jays would gang up on eagles, and there had been so much more than blue jays....
Brown eyes widened as the memories resurfaced, the ones she hadn't had time during the event to deal with. Ones she hadn't had time in the subsequent months to think about either. Water started welling up in her eyes. She sniffed and reached out to feel Zorro and
...her dog wasn't there. She couldn't feel him, or any other animal. No boundless source of joy and strength. No primitive concerns to make hers look shallow and immaterial. No...thing at all.
""It's the first time I ever killed someone."
The memories grew more vivid.
Cresting over the back of the mansion from the other direction, a black cloud emerged and rapidly swept over the oncoming mystics. Guided by the mutant mind possessing one of the birds at the heart of the murmuration and murder, birds began slashing, pecking, striking, and otherwise harrowing the amateur invaders to their home territory. The swarms of bugs filled in the gaps.
Mystics began to fall.
There were no bugs here, no carrion birds. No sense of fight or flight.
She remembered people hitting the roof of the mansion. She remembered others not being that lucky.
She realized she didn't remember many of them moving around later.
"You said you think of failure... can you tell us what that failure is?"
"Oh God," Liz said with a sob. Tears began running down her cheeks. "We killed them, didn't we? They...died. They...they...we...I...oh God. Oh God."
The cookies lay forgotten on their napkin on the couch beside her.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Mar 5, 2024 10:27:49 GMT -6
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"That part's on me," Liz said. Carrick had tried being a mansion greeter before? Somehow that didn't surprise Liz in the slightest. Carrick always seemed to be there when you neither wanted nor needed him but vanished when you did. "But who knows, maybe it's worth promoting him."
By then, Liz had everything she needed. Gemma was on the way to save the day. Or at least hold Liz back. That was the problem with being a responsible adult - you couldn't run from your problems. Especially because one of them could fly.
Liz took a few deep breaths. "After all, it can't be that bad, right?" she asked her parrot and dog. "It's just two Carricks. That can't be the end of the word."
"Awrk, nevermore," Nico rasped before saying something in German.
With a sigh of hopelessness, Liz jogged off to meet Gemma.
Liz stopped outside of Mrs. Cervantes's aura in order to maintain the bonds with her pets and held up a hand. "Not so fast, Carrick," she said with a bit of a vulpine grin. "You might as well stick around and learn a few things." Zorro's nose perked up and the dog started sniffing pointedly in Carrick's direction. "Think of it as, oh I don't know, the least you can do in return for free access to Sam's steaks." The smell of such high quality meat was unmistakable to the dog.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Feb 27, 2024 21:46:12 GMT -6
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The kid sent in a guitar solo instead of...?
Elizabeth's mind stopped working for a moment and then her eyes rolled back into her head and she just groaned.
"Oh no. Oh no. No, Gemma, don't do this to me," Liz pleaded. "Please do not tell me we're getting another Carrick!"
But the dawning horror of facts matching up with Atticus's first impression were impossible to ignore.
"Yes, please back me up!" Liz begged. She could stay out of Gemma's nullification aura easily enough. "Right now they're..." She broke off more a moment and consulted Zorro's ears and nose. "...leaving the kitchen They're heading for the stairs. I told Carrick to find Atticus a room and it looks like he Carricked things up again."
As Liz talked, she retreated back to the door and mentally directed the animals out of their various places on and around her and out the door, putting ideas in their heads of returning to their homes. Zorro and Nico were the only ones to stick around.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Feb 26, 2024 17:15:58 GMT -6
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Elizabeth wasn't one to bite her nails when anxious. She didn't have a lot of the normal signs of getting jitters or anything similar. She could normally control herself, especially when in communion with animals. This was hard though. She didn't know what was going on with Carrick. She could hear a bit of dialogue here and there as he interacted with other people - and with each word she was scared he'd get discovered - but somehow he was making it.
Metazoa inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, enforcing a wave of calmness over herself. She exhaled. No, she did not need those feelings. Fear and anxiety were not helpful in this situation. She trusted Carrick. At least, she trusted him enough to make a big scene and survive it long enough for her to help.
Something caught the attention of a red fox that she'd placed on sentry duty. A trio of guards were making their way toward the wooded area Liz had staked out. Two of them held standard issue rifles, just like the one Metazoa had taken from the previously downed guards, but the third, the one in the middle, had something else in his hands.
An owl peered out from a roost in a tree and Liz saw a forked stick in the man's hands. It didn't take a mystic to recognize a dowsing rod, although the zoopath strongly doubted they were looking for water.
"Yeah, I'm definitely getting something," the dowser said, the words easily making it into the ears of several animal scouts, and therefore to Liz. The stick in his hand wavered a bit. "Maybe two people? Should be just ahead of us. Get ready."
The trio started walking straight toward Metazoa's location.
"I'm going radio silent for a few minutes," she told Carrick over the X-Communicator. "Got a few bogeys heading toward my location. There's at least one magical item on them, one might be a mystic. I'll tell you when I've dealt with them."
Posted by Liz Sundance on Feb 24, 2024 11:15:58 GMT -6
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Elizabeth winced a bit as she realized that she hadn't introduced Rex to everyone, or had even considered that he likely wouldn't know anyone else there, or they him. It seemed he and Maya took care of that quickly enough though. For once, Liz wasn't in control of the things around her and she didn't need to be, not here in this room.
Whether she liked it or not. She still wasn't sure herself.
But they were there to figure things out. Liz didn't bother to really parse her thoughts and feelings, she just started talking.
"It's all a blur," Liz said. "Too many things too quickly. And I was in so many heads. More than I've ever done before. Just...all mashed together and...yeah."
She had controlled flocks and swarms and hordes of bugs, birds, and beasts that day, sweeping back and forth over the grounds, trying to be everywhere and doing everything and....and... "Failing."
Posted by Liz Sundance on Feb 23, 2024 15:49:00 GMT -6
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Hey Gemma, what are the school's policies on murdering visitors?
Hey Gemma, I have a science experiment I wanna show the kids. What happens when animals are fed on a human diet? No, like fed an actual human.
Hey Gemma, do we have any shock collars around? Not for me or my animals.
Elizabeth frowned and shook away her fantasies. Instead, she replied to the counselor in a far less bloodthirsty tone. "Hey Gemma," she said tiredly, "Were we expecting a new student today? A guy named Atticus Dashwood just showed up at the front door and said he'd already emailed all the paperwork and such. I had to step away to prevent a murder, so I left Carrick with him to start giving him a tour."
She wasn't too worried if anything went wrong. If she really tried, she could still keep track of Carrick and the new guy throughout the mansion. Few people tended to forget how good of ears dogs had. Through Zorro, Liz could still hear everything that was being said if she focused on it. Then if something happened she could be there quick, or send agents on ahead.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Feb 15, 2024 17:59:28 GMT -6
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For many predators, particularly those oriented toward ambush attacks, they were at their most dangerous when they were still. Motionlessness meant they weren't attracting attention, not betraying any body language to give a hint of when or what their next move would be. All that moved were their eyes as they tracked, analyzed, calculated and planned the attack. When the strike finally came, it would be fast and it would be lethal.
Liz had gone utterly still after Atticus made a crack about her being a cougar.
It was one thing for Carrick to make jokes about her. Sure, he was annoying, but it was almost loveable. Liz had known him for more than ten years and while he could get under her skin unlike anyone else, she was reasonably convinced there was nothing to it. He did that kind of thing to just about everyone. That was just Carrick. Besides, she knew she could throw him in front of a moving bus if he went too far and he wouldn't be banged up for too long.
This Atticus was not a known quantity. Carrick's jokes came from a shared past. This jerk's comments came from somewhere disgusting. The arrogance and the phone in his hand did not help.
She stared silently for a few long moments, not looking away from his eyes as she fixed him with the glare a hawk gave a rabbit. The actual rabbits mirrored the glare and Zorro's hackles rose. Since Atticus liked cougars so much, maybe Liz should introduce him to a real one....
She blinked the thought away, and then blinked away the temptation to slam the door in the guy's face. Instead, she simply turned in place as he walked in, refusing to move from her spot. Only then did her lips part and she bare her teeth, like a lioness's grin. "Carrick," she said in a cyanide tone as she continued to glare at Atticus, "Would you be so kind as to show our guest to an available room? And give him a proper welcome? I'm going to let Mrs. Cervantes know our new arrival is here."
Should Liz have been the one to welcome the guy and get him situated? Probably. She needed to confirm who he actually was though, as well as maybe cool off a bit. If the guy was trouble, Liz was confident Carrick could handle it. Besides, she couldn't think of anything more petty than leaving the guy alone with Carrick, so it was a win-win situation.
Having made her request, Liz strolled away in the opposite direction to the boys' dorm and pulled out her phone to check in with Gemma. "Hey Gemma, I have a question..."
Posted by Liz Sundance on Feb 6, 2024 10:05:26 GMT -6
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Elizabeth rolled her eyes amusedly as Carrick appeared out of nowhere with his customary obliviousness to what was going on. One of the bunnies gave him a severe stink eye, but Liz carefully kept the others from reacting at all. Instead she focused on the new arrival.
Who immediately started hitting on her.
Even as his expression changed from sour to smiling, Elizabeth's did the reverse. Her friendly and polite smile vanished, as did the excited mood across her small menagerie. Zorro stiffened at her side and assumed a guarding position. The stink eye bunny turned his gaze toward the new guy and finally Nico ruffled his feathers and fixed the man with a poisonous glare. "I am not a pretty bird," Nico rasped.
Elizabeth's eyes darted to the phone in Atticus's hand. It was clearly aimed at her, as if recording. She pointedly fixed her gaze back on Atticus and addressed him in a no-nonsense tone, "Atticus Dashwood? Doesn't ring a bell. A new student, you say? I wasn't aware we had a new arrival scheduled for today. Do you happen to have your student records and transcripts with you?"
Posted by Liz Sundance on Feb 5, 2024 16:09:29 GMT -6
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Metazoa frowned. Was Carrick paying her a compliment? That was bizarre. Obviously he was in shock. Obviously. As Carrick quipped back about the blue jay, Liz didn't miss a beat. "Yes," she said simply and unhelpfully, purely on the off chance Carrick cared enough about the bird's name to be irritated by her response.
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As Carrick made his way into the building, the blue jay fluttered off. There was no way it could hide and it would give Carrick away in an instant. She'd left a few literal bugs on him, but she wasn't in direct control of them. She was too busy running intelligence.
Creatures of the night weren't her typical psychic comrades, but Metazoa was nothing if not adaptable. Through the eyes of owls, she saw the estate as if it were daylight and she could even hear individual footsteps of guards a thousand feet away. Some of the animals she was in touch with even had memories of the place going back months.
"I found the door they took him through," Liz reported. "North wing of the building. About two hundred feet in front of you and sixty to your left. If that helps. Whatever happened to CS, he was alive when he went into the building."
Metazoa growled a bit in frustration. She didn't know anything more than that. She didn't have access to the building and she didn't want to risk bringing herself closer in order to find animals inside. If anything happened to Carrick, she had to be able to rescue him or get help or or or or.
Get it together, Liz!
A squirrel bit her on the arm and Liz took a deep breath, dismissing the squirrel. She wasn't powerless. Knowledge was power. She was getting more knowledge with every moment. She was learning patrol routines. She was researching this place, animal by animal, going through their memories. She was listening into their radio chatter.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Feb 4, 2024 16:57:08 GMT -6
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"Hold your horses!" Elizabeth said as she led a swarm of beasts down the main staircase in the mansion foyer. Her African Grey Parrot Nico swooped down and alighted on on denim jacket-covered shoulder as Zorro, her German Shepherd, gleefully trotted alongside her. Behind them, half a dozen bunnies came spilling over each other as they exuberantly bounded along. An opossum skittered down the banister mere moments before a trio of mice poked their brownish heads out of her wavy blonde hair.
It wasn't really important why all those animals were there with her - she always seemed to have a few strays around her these days, especially while it was so cold out. She drew a hard line against keeping them in the mansion overnight, but during the day it wasn't uncommon to see Liz with a retinue of wild creatures around her, following her slightest whims and obeying her every will.
The opossum hit the end of the banister and started to go sailing into the air only for Liz to expertly catch her in midair and cradle the marsupial in her arms, all without looking. She was practicing more and more with coordinating various types and numbers of animals, even trying to pull off complicated physical tasks like parkour, since becoming a member of the X-Men, albeit a trainee. Incorporating animal hit-and-run tactics into her martial arts training with Sam and Serena had just been a natural upgrade.
The bunnies splayed out behind her in a V formation and the mice ran out onto the shoulder apposite Nico as Liz reached the door.
"Hi there!" Liz said as she hauled one of the double doors open and saw a younger guy standing there. "How can I be of service? What's this about a star pupil?"
Posted by Liz Sundance on Jan 8, 2024 18:27:59 GMT -6
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Everyone had their own chair and their own choice of snacks now. Liz buried a wince at Maya's summation with a bite of chocolate chip cookie. At the same time she realized she was starting to tap one foot so she halted that.
Maybe this whole emotion-processing thing wasn't going to be a good idea without her emotional-support animals. She was alone on the couch, but at the moment, despite being surrounded by friends and an acquaintance, she felt so lonely, not even able to sense the background static from burrowing beetles or dust mites. She blinked twice and bit into the cookie again, curling her legs up underneath her as she did so in order to prevent them from jittering about.
"That sounds good to me," Liz nodded. It also sounded like a date with Hercules and that caused a smile to briefly appear.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Nov 6, 2023 20:32:21 GMT -6
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Liz returned Maya's smile, the joy of seeing her friend tempered by the weight of what they'd been through and were here for. It was sobering.
Elizabeth felt Gemma approach just moments before the woman opened the door, as the nullification aura washed over the animal psychic, isolating her mind from the ever-present bioweb around her. "Oh," she breathed faintly and caught herself as she nearly tripped. No matter how many times she interacted with Gemma, it was still like dunking her head in ice water to have her power cut off like that. The sheer silence in her head was almost painfully loud and overwhelming.
And then she recovered and a friendly smile was plastered to her face as she filtered into the office, heading straight toward the table with the snacks. "You are a Godsend," Liz said to the counselor as she poured herself some tea, dumped several spponfuls of sugar into it, and piled a couple of cookies on a napkin before making her way to one side of the couch. On her own without any animals to help her sort her thoughts and feelings, Liz knew she was going to need a lot of sugar.
"I'm hanging in there," Liz said, a nervous chuckle escaping. "Sometimes I think I'm just going to explode." Then Liz immediately winced as visions of he mansion doing just that flashed to the forefront of her mind. "...so to speak."
Posted by Liz Sundance on Oct 30, 2023 16:32:29 GMT -6
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More than half a year since the Welldrinkers had attacked and destroyed the mansion, the Mansionites were still on a path to healing and rebuilding. Yes, the mansion existed again, but it didn't look the same and all the memories and possessions stored in the place could never be rebuilt.
Even though the X-Men and their allies - both mutant, mystic, adapted, and vanilla human - had triumphed, they'd still been laid low before the entire world. Their image and feeling of strength and security had been shattered. Some of the residents and students had left, never to return.
A lot of things had happened that day, and in the following days. For some, there was no time to process the trauma after trauma heaped upon them. As Elizabeth led the firefighter and mystic Rex through the hallway to Gemma's office, she couldn't help reflect on some of it aloud.
"I can't believe it's been eight months since that day," she said as they walked.
There was a brief, almost awkward pause before a gruff voice responded.
"It...does seem surreal," Rex said after clearing his throat.
Liz glanced at the man with a slightly quirked eyebrow. Stiff indeed. Liz didn't know the man super well, but Hercules spoke highly of "Rex of the Inferno." He never described the man as particularly...flexible though, and it showed. The man seemed on edge as he walked the halls and looked at bit surprised to be spoken to. Or maybe he just wasn't comfortable with a group therapy session.
"That's an understatement," she said with a faint smile that quickly became tainted with thoughts of that day. The things that they'd done. The things that she'd done.
Liz knocked on the counselor's office door. "Hey Gemma," she called. "Rex and I are here."
Posted by Liz Sundance on Oct 22, 2023 17:12:58 GMT -6
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"Yeah, yeah, you're a mastermind," Metazoa said blandly as Carrick took down the first guy. She knew she shouldn't rise to all of his baiting - she was supposed to be the mature one, especially since he'd de-aged and lost years of progress - but if she didn't say something it was going to bottle up inside her and explode at the worst time.
Besides, banter was normal. If they didn't banter, that would be admitting something was wrong and if they started doing that, they were lost long before they started.
"When you're done playing around, make sure you read your guy's ID," she said over her X-Man communicator. If they were going to pass Carrick off as a guard, Metazoa wanted to be a s prepped for every situation as she could. "Better to know your name and not need it than to be called on and not know it." Fortunately, the goons had full-face masks, probably to hide their own identities because Liz couldn't imagine their employment was entirely legal.
From her den in a thick pine tree, Metazoa let her wishes be known. A trio of racoons descended upon the first guy Carrick had ambushed and began stripping his utility belt and searching him for anything useful. The man's earpiece was pulled out and handed to a red squirrel who pranced back to Liz and inserted in her other ear. Now they could hear the enemy's communication. "I'm not getting anything from CS and I'm not hearing anything from the mansion," she told Carrick. "Something's blocking us. Just try not to talk into the bad guys' mic, okay? Actually, maybe you shouldn't talk at all. Here, Lester will speak for you."
A blue jay fluttered down in front of Carrick and chirped Liz's words, "Hi, my is Carrick and I like warm bugs!"
"Now get going!" she said over the X-com as the raccoons returned with their loot. Metazoa checked over the assault rifle and handgun they'd brought her. She slung the belt around her waist, doubling up, and slotted the handgun back in its holster. She flicked the safety off the rifle and began taking aim through it. As Carrick finished dressing, three owls absconded with the goon's grenades and quickly floated off into the night sky. "I've got eyes and ears on the situation."