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.
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There was confusion in his beautiful, ancient, expressive eyes and Elizabeth turned her gaze to her work. That was her mistake. She was not watching through the ants or paying attention to their thoughts, or she would've had more than a half second's warning.
The desk was yanked away and stacks of papers went sprawling. Ants screaming in psychic chaos as their parade lines were irreparably ruined. In the emptiness before her, Hercules came for her, a giant of gentleness and eldritch light, the shine of determination in his eyes a sharp, glaring contrast to the blankness in her own. "What are you--Hercules! Hercules! HERCULES!" she said, her voice rising quickly as she was scooped up like a bag of potting soil and carried out into the hallway.
"Hercules! Put me down!" Liz said, slapping his back. She knew it wouldn't harm him, but she needed his attention. A thousand ants spilled into the hallway like a tide, even as several hundred went about cleaning up as much of the mess as they could.
"This is not humorous!" she declared. She saw the ants and rethought. The swarm returned to the office. Then she thought again. Every single ant began heading out of the office, following the man and woman. "Hercules!"
She only slapped his back the one time. There was no point in doing it again. The ants were a steady stream now, chasing after them as quickly as possible, breaking into rivulets as needed to avoid obstacles. They were rapidly losing ground to Hercules's massive gait, but they were persistent. Much like Hercules himself.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, when her sharp cries failed to change Hercules's vector. She might as well learn his plans - short of true harm, she would not be able to stop him. She wasn't ready for that. Not yet, anyways. The ants would either help her, or she'd at least get them somewhere where they could naturally disperse without becoming an indoor infestation.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Apr 18, 2023 19:01:35 GMT -6
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Hmmm. Hercules wasn't leaving. He seemed content to just remain there. That wasn't ideal. It added an 18% increase to the time it took her ants to safely circumnavigate his presence safely and efficiently without disrupting the flow she' finally settled into earlier that day. True, that wasn't going to significantly slow her down but....but....the disruption.
Liz straightened her unconsciously crooking fingers. Weird. Something to address later. When she had time. If she had time. There was always something else to do, always another problem, always someone else needing something. Needing her help. Needing her to do something. Asking her for something. Asking questions. Crying. Yelling. Hurting. All the time.
"I can't do spontaneous right now," she tried to explain, already switching over to her tablet and typing up some notes as an ant battalion reorganized her paper clips on her desk. She absently smoothed a strand of hair into her tight bun. It was the seventeenth time she'd had to do that in the last hour. It just kept. Getting. Loose.
Hercules was starting to glow. Was his voice raising? For an idle moment, she wondered how many ants it would take to pick him up and carry him out of the room. She shook her head slightly and forced that thought to the side as she realized all of the ants had started swarming toward Hercules in instant obedience. "Please," she said with a strained smile. She brushed the hair away again. Maybe she should cut the strand off? "I don't need any distractions. It's....hard enough as it is." She stared him in the eye, even though he towered way over her. Please understand.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Apr 18, 2023 11:31:11 GMT -6
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Liz wrote down a few notes on the file and took a sticky note from a squadron of ants before sticking it to the paper. If only the ants were dexterous and large enough that she could use them to write with. She'd be an unstoppable office administrator then.
"Sorry Hercules, I can't really afford to take a break right now," she said, stapling some papers together. "We're still handling the safe return of several of our international students and are student records are a mess right now. I have to make sure Jean-Paul and Pierre are able to get home as soon as possible."
Another reason her office was piled up with papers, with orderly rows of ants everywhere, meticulously filing things. Most of their records had been stored in the cloud, but not everything. Some of their data was potentially permanently lost, although the services of a retro-cognitive mutant was having some success in manually reproducing the files in their own handwriting. Everything still needed uploaded though.
Liz frowned slightly and checked her phone. "Date? What date? I don't have a date on my calendar," she said with a bit of confusion. Or maybe Hercules was confused. She smiled at him, the quick easy smile of a shopping center greeter who has to look happy even though their mind is a million miles away, or in this instance, directing a couple thousand ants in a myriad of administrata.
"No need to worry about me," she said to the massive man in her tiny office. "I'm fine. I don't really think there's room here to wait. I believe there's a lounge on the next floor or something. I'm sure someone can direct you there." she said.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Apr 18, 2023 7:27:45 GMT -6
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In the wake of the mansion's destruction, so many other things had shattered. Any sense of peace, of security, of safety the mutants had was obliterated with the bones of their home. Students were sent home when they could be, but not every child had the luxury of a family who wanted them. The mansion staff still had to take care of them and provide education, training, and everything else that had been taken for granted. Some of the staff, Elizabeth included, were now effectively homeless, their earthly belongings mostly destroyed.
The world had turned upside down and burned in one devastation.
Liz sat behind her plain, unadorned desk in her temporary office. It was packed with papers, cabinets, boxes, office supplies, and more. There was almost no personality there, no personalization. Just work.
The blonde shuffled a stack of papers and then frowned. She was missing one...oh there it was.
Several dozen ants shifted the errant report across her desk and to her hand before returning to their at-rest formations. She didn't say anything. She didn't need to. They immediately felt her gratitude and resumed their precise orderly lineups, awaiting for Elizabeth's next whim.
Though the resources at Haven were extensive, the Xavier population was still a sudden drain. The dust was still settling all over the place. There was still so much to be done. That's why she'd left Nico and Zorro at her temporary lodgings and resorted to office assist-ants. They were less distracting and took up less space. Even with hundreds and nearly thousands of ants swarming the office, adjusting stacks, cleaning up small messes, retrieving files as needed, they were remarkably economic and efficient.
Because of them, Liz felt Hercules before she heard him, his thundering footsteps an oncoming earthquake to the sensitive ants. "Oh bother," Liz said absently right before the door was ripped off its hinges. She simply stared at the man, her boyfriend, noting the sudden rips of his shirt, the property damage, and taking his words into account. She immediately began filing it all away. The ants had all scattered exactly three feet away from his feet, creating a shifting wall that moved as he did, so he was never in danger of stepping on them.
"Not now, Hercules," she said almost inflectionlessly, pulling out another folder to look at an expense report. "I've got a lot of work to do."
Posted by Liz Sundance on Apr 5, 2023 15:30:55 GMT -6
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Elizabeth showed up precisely on time, which for her was still early compared to most peoples' watches, but not freakishly early. Those with keen hearing heard the shift in the choruses of birdsong as Liz had approached the mansion and started making her way through the halls. As heartbreaking as the mansion's destruction had been, Liz was still so happy that it was being rebuilt. It was a sign of a new time and she was so filled with hope that she didn't mind letting it bubble out of her and into the local fauna.
Another sign of a new time was the fact she was there. She had been expecting a call, although a brunch text was not quite how she imagined it would happen. In the wake of the assault on the mansion, Elizabeth had finally accepted Sam's offer to join the X-Men. It had been a long conversation, and she'd had several reservations, but he fended every single one.
Besides, it was breakfast food. Literally one of her most favorite things in the world. It was the sneakiest way to get Liz to say yes and she wasn't sure if she was miffed or thrilled that it had worked.
It had still resulted in a long text chain because Liz had noted that Sam hadn't mentioned when or where it was supposed to be. But it had all worked out in the end.
A couple of flies led her to the kitchen and dining and then she dismissed them from the building. There was already a lot of activity around the kitchen and dining room, and from the smells in the air, several people were still cooking.
She found a table where people were already setting out food. "Good morning, Praxi!" she said sunnily. "Carrick. Morning as well." She sat her two boxes down and unstacked them. One was filled with muffins of the banana nut, blueberry, and chocolate chip varieties. The other contained gooey, thick, massive cinnamon rolls drowning in icing. Everything was hot and fresh from the ovens at the rented house she'd been staying at, keeping charge over several of the students who had not been able to return to their family homes during the rebuilding phase. She'd left Nico and Zorro behind as well.
"How are the two of you? And how's Amethyst?" she asked.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Apr 3, 2023 4:51:12 GMT -6
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Elizabeth was already running through the mansion, beelining for the backdoors. As she moved, so did the animals she'd stored inside the place. Even the animals outside the building moved with her, from birds to murder hornets. She had a dozen eyes on the scene of the portal as another voice called for backup. "Elizabeth speaking. I'm bringing the cavalry to the rear of the mansion. Please refrain from killing any of the bugs."
Her forces were leaving the main fight at the court to its defenders - at this point, with Mr. Cervantes, Sam, Rex, Hercules, Shin, and a half dozen other people Liz only vaguely recognized fighting the new crowd of mystics, she would be better suited to the back as a one-woman army.
A plague of insects descended on the back of the mansion, followed by a genocide of birds (because murder felt too small). She flung open one of the doors and a stream of dogs, cats, squirrels, rats, raccoons, skunks, foxes, guinea pigs, and various other woodland creatures stampeded out. They immediately set about attacking anyone that Liz didn't recognize.
An unkindness of ravens swooped into the library, along with a German shepherd. They fell in and out of Elizabeth's control as they variously entered the Adapted aura, but they were smart creatures. The ravens were led by Huninn and Muninn and the dog was Zorro. She'd worked with all three of them extensively so when she gave them the orders to protect the Adapted, she was confident they'd obey and corral the other ravens into doing the same.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Mar 13, 2023 4:49:58 GMT -6
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Elizabeth noted the woman who was dressed to kill leave through the foyer, but she dismissed her quickly, knowing she was there for Hercules. She made sure the door was locked behind the woman and then returned her attention to the battlefield.
More mystics were breaking through the mutant frontlines and reaching the mansion in singles, pairs, and small groups. It was an army of people, and even if many were not significantly powerful, it would only take one lucky shot to permanently end one of Elizabeth's allies. One such mystic stopped short right behind a couple of barrier-making mystics and began doing what Liz could only describe as a waggle dance. As she moved and gyrated, a swarm of insects began appearing around her and flowing toward the mansion.
For a moment, Liz was about to raise an alarms, but then they entered her range and she smiled as she actually felt their minds, obviously teleported animals as opposed to magic constructs. "Thanks for the murder hornets," she said through a crow that came down and slashed at the woman's face.
Then Liz usurped control of the swarm and started scouring the courtyard, one mystic at a time, taking only a moment to deal with a second issue. "Reinforcements to the library please," she said over the communicator, a wandering fox hearing the sounds of fighting inside it, although Liz had no contact with the bugs she'd placed in there. "An allied Adapted has encountered the enemy. The mansion is breached."
Posted by Liz Sundance on Mar 4, 2023 6:39:22 GMT -6
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"Please keep these lines clear for official and emergency communication only," Elizabeth said through her own communicator, which she'd been given for the defense. "This is your only warning, Zek. Do not test us."
Liz sat in the foyer of the mansion, only a dozen or so paces behind Hercules, but on the inside. Her chair was beside the intercom on the wall and she was leaning back against the wall, her eyes shut. Like, Mae, she believed in getting eyes on the situation.
The sky over the mansion was dotted with dozens and dozens of ravens, crows, and similar birds of a feather. Many were beyond Elizabeth's touch, but they were social creatures and clever birds - they knew when a battle was encroaching. Her avian lieutenants, Huninn and Muninn, circled the mansion at lower heights, allowing her to continuously scan the perimeter.
She was in tune with every mansion pet and animal, except for the ones taken with the students when they'd fled and the pets of owners who had not provided their consent. In addition, she had spent the morning wandering the countryside and woods around the estate, gathering allies of the many-legged, winged, scaled, and furred kinds. Some wandered the estates outside, the more unruly ones Liz kept close to her, even inside the mansion. Nico, her parrot, and Zorro, her dog, settled by her and she continued to watch and wait.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Mar 2, 2023 19:11:44 GMT -6
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Elizabeth gasped as Hercules enthusiastically volunteered again. Dogs broke through her boundary of calmness. Her control was fraying. There was no focus for finesse or subtle manipulations, she was during her best to psionically sedate every dog as best she could.
She did reach across her chest in order to place her own hand on Hercules’s, squeezing slightly in silent acceptance of the apology. Between her horde of beasts and Hercules’s shirtless brawn and bravado, a small part of Elziabeth’s mind that wasn’t focused on maintaining control over everything briefly wondered if they were the most distracting thing these cops had seen all week, or if this was merely another day on the job.
Detective Rodriguez smiled at Hercules’s sudden hushed tone. “Excellent,” she repeated. “Now, let’s just fill out the last of these forms. Contact info?”
Thus began the tale of the paper trail of the tell-tail fell afternoon date. It began with one dog and ended with fifty.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Jan 31, 2023 20:39:13 GMT -6
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“Okay,” Liz said with a few rapid eye blinks. “Okay,” she repeated herself, for her own needs.
She wasn’t an X-Man, despite all of Sam’s intentions, and she wasn’t a law enforcement or judicial official. It wasn’t up to her to dispense with justice or call others to task for what they did and didn’t do, especially in matters like this.
The concern stayed in her eyes, but it shifted sources a bit. “Just…be careful, okay?” she said. “So none of you get hurt either.”
The snake started shifting around in Elizabeth’s sleeve and animal motion began to pick up in the surrounding area again. The blonde left her cart momentarily to retrieve the plastic skull.
“Speaking of cults,” Liz said as she caught sight of a green balloon with two bulbous black eyes painted on it, clearly trying to change the subject and get past the awkwardness she felt. “What’s this I hear about you being some kind of alien saint or whatever?”
Posted by Liz Sundance on Jan 31, 2023 20:14:32 GMT -6
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She knew she should’ve kept walking. They were already causing a scene, mostly because the man was giving an….exuberant…begging right after his yelling and breakdown in the middle of the walkway in a crowded public museum. She heard his increasingly convoluted story only grow more and more unbelievable.
Elizabeth didn’t bother hiding her annoyance.
From the theft, or at least the confiscation of something clearly very valuable and clearly not his, to the inability to take her “no” for an answer, and the lack of any kind of consistency to his story, as well as his spontaneous emotional meltdowns, Liz wasn’t dealing with this any more.
She turned to glance back over her shoulder at the clone that was babbling. “It’s not a hostage situation if security is detaining you for stealing jewelry,” she said. “It serves you right. Now leave me alone. I’m sure the cops have already been called on you.”
She started to beeline toward the main doors of the museum, her insectile entourage stealthily moving through floors, ceilings, and walls in their induced exodus.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Jan 31, 2023 8:56:13 GMT -6
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Elizabeth’s smile slipped and she allowed a frown to emerge. “I do not feel comfortable handing my phone to you,” she said, turning her phone off and sliding it into her purse. She glanced pointedly at the phone already in his hand which was already lighting up and clearly not dead. Even without having been spying on the man for the last ten minutes, Liz was not accepting his story.
There was a chance she had trust issues. Or paranoia. But it wasn’t really paranoia if you were right, was it?
She kept a solid grasp on her purse as she just stared him down, displaying every “leave me alone” signal a human could while also making any attempt to steal her phone significantly harder.
Then she watched in stunned disbelief as he started telling, shuddering, and collapsing to the floor before asking her about the Egypt exhibit.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said, recalling all the arthropods within her control. The other clones were beyond her reach and honestly? She decided she couldn’t really care less about a thief having a public meltdown. She didn’t really need to see the new displays - she could probably recreate the bug display herself.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Jan 30, 2023 18:26:50 GMT -6
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Elizabeth was vaguely aware the cloning man hadn’t devoted his full attention to following her flies. She had enough spies keeping track of his other forms and the small posse he developed as he made his way over to her. As a result, while she was surprised he started talking to her, she’d had plenty of time to predict his course and gave no indication that she’d been caught doing anything other than scrolling through her phone.
She looked up only when he addressed her, and she gave a polite smile. “Ah, sorry,” she said, about to lie through her teeth. “I don’t have a charger on me. Didn’t have room in my purse,” she said, indicating her small purse on its strap that was still hanging diagonally off her, so that it would have to be pulled over her head. The purse was only big enough for about two squirrels to fit in - it was a surprisingly common unit of measurement for her - so it could easily have been full of many other things beyond a phone charger.
It wasn’t, but he didn’t need to know that. After all, she knew for a fact he had a tendency to walk off with things that weren’t his.
She kept smiling in the polite way you did when you didn’t want to be rude and just start ignoring someone, but at the same time you wanted them to go away now. The kind of smile you give anyone who distracts you from your phone. Liz wasn’t really paying attention to her phone, though. Her mind was dancing across other minds.
In addition to keeping the insect hordes out of sight, she was now running two surveillance operations, one on the clone that was being led by her bugs (that is, until he left her range, which is when she recalled those flies to rejoin the masses) and the other on the second clone who’d peeled away into the crowds.
It was a lot for what was supposed to be a simple trip to the museum.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Jan 29, 2023 19:04:42 GMT -6
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It was strange listening in on this conversation in another room. Elizabeth’s mind captured fractured moments of it from a dozen different sources, all of varying quality. Varying low quality. None of the insects in there were particularly known for eyesight or hearing, same with the spiders and other arthropods. Oh what Liz would have given for a wolf spider or a dragonfly right then.
Well, actually, she was extraordinarily tempted to raid the insect display but she felt that would be bad manners. She would make due with the resources at her disposal. It wasn’t like she was doing anything crucial at the moment, just being a strange, creepy fairy godmother to a delinquent.
Still, despite the lack of keen senses, Liz felt like she caught the general sense of what the cloner said to himself. It was still confusing. However, he was leaving the bathroom and following her bugs.
Liz had her insects scatter almost immediately after the man started leaving. There was no way they were going to lead a person at a person-paced journey, especially not through the crowds of people moving from exhibit to exhibit. Instead she took five flies and landed on the hand of the clone holding open the door. The flies immediately formed a little arrow that would lead them further into the crowd.
All the way to a security guard that Elizabeth had sourced out in the meantime.
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Elizabeth blinked and then her eyes widened in quaint surprise. “Self-replication,” she mused. “Unexpected.”
The insects and spiders had told her that the entity had grown and there were more of them. She’d risked a peek and thanked the Lord that the guy hadn’t been using the stall for any of its intended purposes. Panic had then lanced through her as half of her spies died to foot and phone and the letters scrambled as she swiftly directed everything to scatter.
More critters made their surreptitious way into the bathroom, lurking in corners, even as Liz herself took a seat on a bench outside the bathrooms by a water fountain. She pulled out her phone and proceeded to mindlessly scroll through social media as she launched a surveillance and psy-ops mission.
Spiders scuttled down to the top part of the mirror and formed a shaky, thin arrow pointing to the bathroom door. Most of the other bugs were moving in singles or pairs, trying to be subtle and sneaky as they obeyed Elizabeth’s wishes, as they set up positions around the bathroom, playing to their natural instincts of keeping out of sight and out of the way of the human. Liz did not want more of the bugs to die, so she set to work preparing them to evacuate any given area lest a foot or hand should fall on them.