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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The museum seemed much busier than normal, in Elizabeth’s experience. She chalked it up to a number of new exhibits all opening up within a few days of each other. A display on Egyptian artifacts and a new one on insects and other arthropods were the two that had drawn her from her paperwork at the mansion. She was scouting them out to see if they’d be worthwhile for a field trip for her students.
An ironic smirk stayed glued to her face as she deftly navigated the herds of onlookers. What the museum didn’t know was that they already had a rather wide array of bugs outside their exhibit. It wasn’t their fault, of course - few people who weren’t psionically sensitive to the presence of such tiny animals would be aware of (or care about) the spiders in the high vaulted ceilings, the roaches running deep below the floors, or the sporadic flies buzzing in and out with every opening of the doors.
She took pity on the museum, though, and decided to help relocate the critters. For free. As she made her way through the gemstone exhibit en route to the proper bug display, she was continuously gathering a growing mini-horde of multi-legged animals. Spread out over a two-hundred foot radius, spiders skittered from shadow to shadow on the ceiling, obeying her commands to avoid bunching up or attracting notice. Flies and mosquitoes zipped in seemingly random patterns as they trailed behind her. Silverfish and roaches crawled through spaces in the floor beneath the notice of everyone.
Liz didn’t want to terrify anyone with a swarm of invertebrates, so she did her best to keep the bugs out of sight of everyone, yet still within her psychic range. When she left the museum, she’d take them all with her.
With a decent chunk of her attention taken up with masterminding an arthropod mass migration, it took several seconds later for Liz to realize she’d just witnessed someone pick up something that looked extremely valuable and then bolt. She didn’t have enough time to see the person when he was still close by, but Liz didn’t really need too: she had many, many eyes in the skies.
Two flies diverted course and found the man who was beelining for a toilet. A third joined up inside the restroom.
Interesting. A bathroom wasn’t where Liz would run if she was stealing something, or even if she’d just found something she’d lost. She listened in as best she could through the weak fly senses.
Ah. So maybe not a thief. Just an opportunist. Well, Liz was certain whomever had lost such a…shiny gem would probably want it back. An evil idea formed in her mind and before she realized it, many of her minions began enacting it.
Three dozen flies, spiders, and ants swarmed into the man’s stall and used their bodies to form the words “Return Me” in rough, scratchy letters on the floor.
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Try as she might, the zoopath was barely able to suppress her excitement. The first library alone was staggering and fueled a lust for literature that she had never encountered before, but as they descended into the depths, an aura of mystery began forming.
Some of her traveling companions made small talk, some joked, and some asked questions. Liz mostly just took everything in, watching as many things as possible with raptor-sharp interest and attention. There was so much to piece together here, Carrick and Lenna’s comments notwithstanding.
This final room had a sense of power all on its own, like an ancient museum preserving the remnants of a long-lost culture. Which in a sense, it was. Despite this, life was in abundance there. Beyond the greenery and growing things clinging to different structures, Elizabeth could feel the presence of zooplankton in the water at their feet. Through them, she gained a sense of the scope of the chamber and the movements of the others.
“It feels like…Stonehenge,” she breathed.
A gentle blue glow began emanating from the bioluminescent organisms in the water as Elizabeth’s excitement reached their minds. She was already stepping forward (away from the children) as Sam called her up.
“As I understand it, Your Highness, Atlantis was founded around two thousand, five hundred years ago, correct?” she asked, the academic in her bursting free. That fell into the era the Western world knew as Classical Antiquity, although due to their cultural isolation, Liz wasn’t sure the Atlanteans used the same method of covering time. Honestly, if they were anything like Hercules, who claimed to have lived in those times, she could just about guarantee their histories weren’t going to match any modern methods. “At what point did it submerge? Were mystics still present on the island then?”
Glowing zooplankton swirled around her flats and she debated taking them off, but she wasn’t sure that’s how she wanted to present herself in front of a queen. “What was the purpose of this chamber?” she asked, glancing around. The setup and the disrepair didn’t feel like an ancient archive or like any kind of organized storage space. It felt ceremonial, especially with the glossy disc on the back wall.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Jan 9, 2023 7:46:46 GMT -6
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“Thank you,” Elziabeth said absently as her boyfriend promptly lowered his voice. She felt him moving into a bodyguard position behind her and a small part of her that wasn't focused on the increasing strain of suppressing the dogs allowed a flicker of a smile of contentment to flash across her face.
But then the hands that were massaging her temples slid over to cover her face as Hercules, well, complied with the officer’s command.
Rodriguez didn’t miss the gesture. She stared at Hercules with the eyes of someone who had seen it all, heard it all, and couldn’t care less about your tangents. “That’s nice,” she said, an eyebrow arched in clear disbelief. “But I meant about this incident. Tell me about this crime.”
Liz slid in immediately. “We were playing with our dogs in the park…” she said as she launched into a retelling of the day’s events. She didn’t shy away from any of the events, and there was certainly plenty of room for Hercules to interject and take over, but she also skimmed over magic. Shadow became a power-enhanced dog, she didn't mention anything about Hercules’s origins, merely implying he was a strength-based mutant, and that kind of thing.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Jan 4, 2023 14:18:54 GMT -6
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Elizabeth could not help feeling extremely out of place.
She walked in the middle of the X-Men, though she was not one herself. At least not yet. In the past year, Sam had subjected her to a siege campaign to persuade her to join up, “accidentally” involving her in a myriad of situations where, oh gosh, she was poised to be uniquely helpful, particularly in non combat roles such as search and rescues, crowd control, and tracking down culprits.
It wasn’t like she didn’t know what he was doing - he made no attempts to hide it - and the increasingly brutal nature of their combat training was no subtle indicator of his intentions. She still hadn’t said yes, because there was so much to consider especially in regards to her already-busy schedule and her responsibilities to the school and its students, but Liz knew her resolve was wavering.
Because deep down, she knew she loved it.
How else would she ever be able to see a place such as the fabled Atlantis, which the modern world had virtually unanimously considered pure fiction until a scant few years ago? Even if their styles and cultural aesthetics were completely at odds with what she was used to, this was still a dream. And she knew Sam was going to be so smug about this. He knew she couldn’t resist traveling to exotic locations, but that wasn’t the only reason he’d invited her along.
She was dating a self-professed Greco-Roman deity, who claimed wide knowledge of magic, even if he himself could not adequately cast it. Even he had encountered the Welldrinkers, and despite her best efforts, Liz was being pulled into the mystery of magic in modern times.
Also, she was pretty sure Sam preferred her to learn everything directly herself so she wouldn’t pepper him with hundreds of questions when she inevitably found out about the trip.
So Liz did her best not to gawk as they headed toward the royal library, despite the excitement flowing through her. Even the anxiety that came from being in a royal palace couldn’t quell it. A lot of seabirds that had taken roost on the roof of the palace began chattering and chirping joyfully as her mind made contact with theirs. She absently smoothed down the skirt of her black suit and tried to pretend that she held audiences with queens every day.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Jan 1, 2023 17:07:28 GMT -6
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Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut just moments after she sat down. She didn’t need the visual stimuli, not on top of everything that kept leaking through to her due to her intense grasp on the pack of dogs around. She tried getting the dogs to come over with her, but she wasn’t very successful. She settled for just keeping them pacified.
Which was something Hercules seemed dead-set on doing the opposite.
“Hercules, Herc, please, please stop that,” she said in a soft rush as she blindly patted his arm. She knew he was crouched - she caught a dozen images of it from various minds - but the high pitched yet still booming voice was starting to stir up a lot of feelings in the dogs. “It’s hard enough keeping them under control as it is.” She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, rallying herself to quell the new excitability.
The officer arched an eyebrow from behind her desk. “Ah, yes, we wouldn’t want a horde of excited…fight dogs, you said?” she said at a higher volume than normal. She glanced over the mentioned dogs, who were scattered around the precinct. A few people who had tried to start petting them immediately raised their hands and backed away from the dogs.
“That’s correct,” Elizabeth said.
“Jerry, please contact animal control at once,” the officer said in a level tone to a passing officer. She was clearly going for an un-alarming tone.
“Okay then,” she said, shuffling some papers and grabbing a form. “I’m officer Rodriguez. And you sir, thank you for the offer, but I believe we can handle things on our own,” she said to Hercules. “Would you mind turning off the glowsticks please? An active energy buildup display makes us cops nervous.”
“Now, tell me your names and start from the beginning.”
Posted by Liz Sundance on Dec 19, 2022 20:56:55 GMT -6
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One could hardly ask for a more dramatic entrance than the one Elizabeth and Hercules created. Following on the heels of the massive, shirtless man with the booming voice and take-charge display, over three dozen dogs spilled into the precinct.
In the single moment that Hercules had stolen everyone’s attention, all the dogs promptly pulled the rug out from under him. It was chaos for several seconds, although to many it seemed longer. To Liz, it was an eternity.
She sucked in her breath with a hiss as she became inundated with so much new sensory input and a radically different environment. She also had to switch mental gears from keeping the dogs excited and wanting to follow the pack to anesthetizing them and keeping them still and docile.
The dogs around Hercules’s feet went still and silent first, the barks and whines fading in an expanding sphere until the canine invasion had frozen in place.
“I think I need to sit down,” she said, shifting from being cargo to a person standing on her own. She immediately wobbled and almost fell.
It had only been ten seconds.
“Hello Sir, Ma’am,” a uniformed officer said, stepping forward with a confident stride. She was tall for a woman, her hair was pulled back in a no-nonsense bun, and motes of twinkling blue light flittered around her eyes. She took a pointed look at the dogs, Elizabeth, the hands that Liz was clasping to her aching head, and then to the glowing man in the middle of it all.
“I can help you over here,” she said, gesturing to a desk with a couple of chairs in front of it. “If you’ll come this way.”
Posted by Liz Sundance on Dec 9, 2022 8:44:21 GMT -6
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Liz cocked her head as Sam explained his guesses about Weltgeist. To her, that seemed like a lot of extrapolation. Then again, this was Sam’s field and his area of expertise. “If you say so,” she said with her own scratchy voice, fairly unconvinced but seeing no need to press the point. Whether or not Weltgeist survived, there was a good chance his organization would continue on without him. Yes, they’d alerted the authorities about the other two boats, but they had no knowledge if this was just a small part of a greater organization.
Elizabeth closed her eyes and settled back on the bed, exhausted. This was just so much to deal with and so much of it was so beyond her.
“I’ll see what he knows,”w Liz said. Sam was right, it probably wouldn’t hurt to ask Hercules what he knew of alternate eschatologies. “Let’s not get our hopes up, though.” She’d found that just about everything Hercules said about history or mythology was always perfectly…unique. Nothing controversial, per se, but nothing that was substantiated by any text. Still, his versions always made sense, even if there was no way to verify his accuracy.
Liz and the ravens jerked their heads toward Sam again. “Hu--” she said before her mouth clicked shut. She pulled her head back and frowned. She really had been acting like she was an X-Man, hadn’t she?
“I did not say that,” she said slowly, the frown remaining. “That’s a conversation for another time. Such as when neither of us has been bleeding from gunshot or explosion wounds within the last twenty-four hours.” Zorro trotted over and poked his head up over the edge of the bed so he could rest it on her leg. She patted him thoughtfully. This was definitely not the time or place to push that line of reason.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Dec 7, 2022 8:37:20 GMT -6
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The ravens, Zorro, and Liz abruptly turned to stare at Sam. “What do you mean we don’t know what he looks like?” a raven said, Elizabeth’s hackles raising. “We saw him.” The psychic flashed back to their encounters. No, he had definitely been there, it was no illusion. She had confirmation from all five basic, external senses.
“I bugged him, he was definitely there,” the raven said again. “Or do you think he was some kind of shapeshifter?” If so, that brought up many more questions. She’s never heard of a mutant bend minds and change shape - the mutant gene was variable, but evidence consistantly revealed there was almost always a connecting theme to the different abilities a mutant had, as if they were continually evolving to fulfill a niche. Psychic shapeshifters seemed beyond the known reality.
Liz didn’t try to meet Sam’s eye after his comment about not killing people. She noticed Docs didn’t say or do anything about it either. Liz…wasn’t processing it just yet. It also wasn’t something she would ever rub in his face. This seemed to be weighing on him. A conversation for another time.
The blonde shook her head with a rueful smile. “Oh Heavens no,” she coughed before switching back to the ravens. “Hercules isn’t exactly….subtle,” the birds crowed. “We’re not dealing with gods either, nor people who think they’re gods, present company excluded of course.” Her lips twitched into a smile at Sam’s expense. “This is some kind of paramilitary fanatic group that’s trying to chase down occult relics. We need experts in psychology, investigation, even magic and lore, maybe counter-terrorism for this. That’s…almost the opposite of Hercules.”
Posted by Liz Sundance on Dec 5, 2022 8:52:57 GMT -6
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The ravens cawed and then one of them repeated Elizabeth’s words to Sam. “No no, Ragnarök was the name of an anarchist group around here several years ago,” she said with a ruffling of feathers. They were a matchstick that had burnt brightly and shortly and even though Liz hadn’t been in New York at the time, they’d still made headlines.
“I’m almost confident this group isn’t related,” she said, her words now coming from the other raven. “This was was secretive - the group named Ragnorak seemed to want credit for everything.” Then again, it was worth looking into, to see if there were any ties. Worst case scenario, Liz would have an excuse to bone up on Norse mythology.
“It was regrettably unavoidable,” she told the Doc. He gave Zorro a fixed look before he went to Sam. If Liz had been in her own body, her face would’ve colored. Unfortunately, she had already been to the infirmary too many times in the last year and half after returning to the mansion.
As Doc turned his powers to Sam, Elizorro stepped up to her body and pressed their nose into her hand. A moment later, she opened her real eyes and smiled down at Zorro. <<Good boy,>> she said, scratching behind his ears. She made no other move to get up just yet though. She didn’t doubt Doc’s healing power, but she was also aware that she’d just gone through the equivalent of meatball surgery and just felt like staying still was the best case. It just seemed like what she was supposed to do.
She started to speak and immediately coughed, her voice long unused and dry. She switched back to speaking through the birds. “The Norse Ragnarok was called the Twilight of the gods. Gods and supernatural figures kill each other. I think it was supposed to bring about the end of the world, too.” Huninn pecked at a wing. “Seemed like what Weltgeist was aiming for, anyways.”
Posted by Liz Sundance on Dec 3, 2022 21:21:00 GMT -6
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A lot of things happened quickly after they landed. It was rather much a blur to Elizabeth. She dwelled inside Zorro but kept a firm grasp on the ravens’ minds to prevent them from going wild inside the mansion. The medbay was particularly fascinating to them, what with all its reflective services and bright lights. Nevertheless, she kept them in check and continued using them to speak on her behalf.
“It really was just supposed to be search and rescue,” Liz said from one of the ravens. “Heck, I wasn’t going to pass up a free trip to Antarctica!”
Doc stared at the ravens and then at Zorro with a look that just seemed disappointed, like his star student settling for a B- on a test. “You shouldn’t encourage him, Elizabeth,” he said. The flesh under his hand began knitting itself back together.
She cocked Zorro’s head. “If anything, I held him back,” Huninn repeated. “I’m pretty sure we managed to avoid Ragnarok as well.”
“That extremist group?” Doc said with a start.
Muninn ruffled his feathers like a shrug. “That’s not inaccurate, but I mean the death of the gods slash end of the world one,” she said. “Still, we got to pet some whales.” Before most of them died. Liz decided not to mention that part.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Nov 20, 2022 19:59:11 GMT -6
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As the ramp closed up and once again the cabin pressure was comfortable and life-saving, Elizabeth fluttered down to Zorro and slid into his mind, releasing the raven to act in accordance with its wishes, only partially modified by her own will. Both Huninn and Muninn had a very vested interest in the blood they could still detect on Elizabeth’s body and, well, Liz didn’t want to dwell on that.
Besides, the day had been pretty long for Zorro too.
<<You are wonderful,>> she told him, her mind open to his, for what good he’d be able to make use of it. Mainly it just let him feel the depth of her love for him. And that was enough.
Lizorro padded their way to the front of the jet, near Sam and Bruno, and flopped down on the floor. It was almost as far from her body she could get, although she still had eyes and ears on it, keeping her alert of every action. Ravens didn’t miss much when it came to shiny things and potentially dying things. Canine ears and noses were good at picking up the rest.
Even so, she could hear the pain in Sam’s voice, the physical pain, and what sounded like emotional pain. And his apology.
None of the humans would’ve heard it. Liz likewise didn’t bother responding via raven. Instead, she had Zorro look up at Sam, let him tongue flop out of his mouth in a doggy grin, thump his tail twice against the floor, and then lay down and put his head between his paws. It was the best answer he was going to get from them. They’d discuss it in-depth once they had dropped the scientists off….wherever they were supposed to. Until then, Liz was content to enjoy the natural joy of a canine’s mind and let it soothe her savaged soul.
The mystery of the missing scientist was over.
If only they didn’t have several new mysteries instead.
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Elizabeth felt the muscles tense underneath her, but she merely patted his chest with a hand. Her words had probably alarmed him. They would probably alarm her too, later. She was too tired to feel anything by them. Those struggles were old acquaintances of hers - she’d lived with them and been shaped by them too long to really imagine a world without them.
“So you’ve said before,” Liz said fondly. She’d blush later at being compared to Atlas, as she had the last time. As Hercules told the story, in addition to holding up the world, Atlas also heard and felt what everyone in the world did. She had a reference point for the sheer inundation of minds and how overwhelming that could be.
They continued to be an unusual sight, even by New Yorker standards. Liz thought she saw several people taking videos of the dog pack and Hercules disrupting traffic patterns, but she could pay them much attention. She was starting to get a headache from the sheer concentration. “Thank you,”she said softly, her eyes shutting so she could give the dogs more focus and encouragement. It was just as problematic if the dogs would choose to leave the pack - she was confident several of them had no love for humans.
“I think we’re here,” she said not much later as they approached a police precinct. “Let’s get this over with.”
The orca that housed the mind of Elizabeth Sundance bobbed its head and ducked gracefully under the water. With a gentle thrust of their tail, they pressed their head against the ice floe and began swimming steadily to where the X-Jet hung in the sky like a quivering thunderbird, silhouetted against the aurora.
They made it through the battlefield in silence, at least on her end. Then again, what else was there to say?
When they finally got close enough to the jet, Liz waited until Sam was safely onboard, alongside his icy helpers. “I’m on my way,” she spoke through the ravens before summoning one of them down to the water.
Only a minute later she’d slid her mind back into the bird’s an with a last jolt of sympathy and hope, she sent the orca on its way and winged her way up to the jet, taking up a perch on a cabinet and overlooking her body. “We’re good to go,” she cawed.
Sam’s friend just dropped his head and covered his face with his hands.
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The snake retreated back into her sleeve as Elizabeth frowned. There was so much to take in there. The rebounding horror of the possibility of removing an X-Gene was already enough to provide nightmares. It would be like a lobotomy or amputation. And mutants had enough enemies and opposition as it was - not everyone would care if a mutant was no longer a mutant. They could see it as merely vulnerability.
The betrayal of a long-lost sister just added new tiers of awful.
The frown deepened. Dust mites and spiders in the corners of the store froze in perfect sync with her thoughts. All non-sapient animal life within two hundred feet did the same. “You said…Sam…is keeping her secure?” A woman who’d betrayed his friends and forcibly violated some of them and is also a ranking member of this cult that is trying to end mutants?
Liz knew some of his past. She’d also seen his actions in person. “When did you last see her?” she said slowly, real concern evident in her eyes.
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Liz shrugged. “You’re good with a bow and I don’t mock you for it, so I’d appreciate similar respect for my wea-pun of choice,” she said sternly, before devolving into a cheesy grin.
Elizabeth dropped the plastic sugar skull she was considering. “Who, what? Becca has a sister?!” She turned with such speed that a ladybug got catapulted off her cheek and the corn snake popped his head out of the sleeve of her hoodie. “I definitely didn’t hear that part!” Nor the part about the sister getting shot, obviously, but she was sure Maya had good reasons. You know, like defending her wife.
Liz just stared as the plastic skull rolled down the aisle. “That…that’s just…woah,” she said, trying to see all the angles. “That’s gonna be one heck of an awkward Thanksgiving, huh?”