The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Allison did not appreciate being stopped for inane questions. She could hardly outrun the guy though; even if she wasn't carrying Alex, she was out of shape and exhausted from the last several weeks. Instead, she just glared and kept walking. "I highly doubt your name is sudden, but it's certainly ridiculous."
Hm. Allison was already glaring, and she didn't have the energy to think of much else to do. Be blunt, then, she supposed. "I don't particularly care if you're related, and I don't know or care." Last chance to drop the subject.
"Finally." Allison didn't really care what other news the Doctor had; Alex was hers, and the guy wasn't stopping her from taking Alex and holding them. Finally. ...And she could definitely tell that Alex had not been with her recently; she wrinkled her nose at the soap smell. Well, it was soap, at least, so apart from reminding her that Alex had been kidnapped it wasn't bad. And Alex had hair now! Or more hair, anyway, which wasn't very much, but was still adorable. She smiled and brushed her fingers over it, since it really wasn't long enough to brush back yet.
And the Doctor was still talking. He had said good and bad news, hadn't he? Allison couldn't see what bad news the Doctor could have found with a genetic test, apart from maybe some sort of disease, but that hardly would have required deciding which was bad. Maybe he'd figured out more about Alex's mutation? Allison tuned back in.
And then immediately found herself staring at the guy, somewhere between annoyance and fury as she figured it out. And since the nurses weren't around.... "Gawain? Your name is Gawain? Who would ever name their kid Gawain, that hasn't been a name for centuries! I thought they made that name up because I wouldn't tell them!"
Allison's annoyed rant was cut off by an equally annoyed order. "Out!"
Allison's first inclination was to snap back, but the Doctor had helped her, so she shut her mouth and focused on calming Alex back down, thanked the Doctor--briefly and absently, but he probably appreciated that--and left.
Allison was not happy at all. Admittedly, the Doctor was being way more reasonable than the X man guy--to start with, he was actually considering that she might be telling the truth--and once he finished the tests, she'd have Alex back. Probably.
On the other hand, she didn't entirely trust the guy not to try to find some justification to keep Alex anyway, and in the meantime, she was stuck with the guy, waiting while she could hear Alex crying and she couldn't get through to do anything about it. It didn't take very much of that for Allison to curl up in a ball next to the door and start crying herself.
Really, she was surprised it took as long as it did. Although she certainly made up for it; she spent the rest of the wait either crying and trying to hide her face in her knees, or huddling in almost the same position wishing she was crying, since trying to stop at least distracted her from the emotional misery. Alex was right there, and she couldn't get to them! she was almost grateful the mirror shards had embedded themselves in her hand; she'd distracted herself at least half an hour digging them out, and for longer finding a safe place to put them--a garbage can did not count, where kids might be running around--and the pain was effective off and on for longer. So was the bleeding, and figuring out how she would replace this outfit and if she actually felt like doing so and trying to remember where she'd gotten it from anyway, at least for a while before everything she tried to think was drowned out by Alex Alex Alex! and she gave up and cried.
Perhaps Allison should have thought of the likely result of smashing a mirror with her fist. Of course, it was also possible that she had, and decided to do it anyway. Allison hadn't been particularly concerned with consequences to begin with; adding in Alex and her increasing paranoia of the guy... besides, her hands were already scarred.
Anyway, it wasn't a huge deal; her hand was cut, and a few small shards got to her wrist and the back of her hand to embed themselves, and then the guy was dragging her away from where the mirror was falling. And really, what was with the falling against walls thing? Admittedly it was better than being trapped on the floor again, but seriously, this was getting old. She tried to squirm away, and was very effectively trapped by the arm around her waist. Which was another thing that bothered Allison, but it wasn't exactly what had happened, so instead of freezing she kept squirming.
At least until someone else yelled. Allison stopped squirming then, in order to look.
...Nope, no clue who that was. He sure looked mad, and sounded like it, but then, Allison didn't really care about that. She waved a hand at the guy, unfortunately not at the right angle to accidentally hit him. "He won't give my kid back to me!"
Finally something worked. Allison was able to even get an ow out of him, and then to get away, scramble up and run for the door--
and get yanked away. She stumbled again, though instead of falling this time she apparently pulled her shoulder. Whatever. She still twisted, pulling on the arm he'd grabbed and spinning the rest of her body to try to hit him. "Let go!" That, of course, did not happen, and instead the turn put her completely off balance so she fell against the guy. Which led to another moment of frozen terror before the ink responded and what was close enough jumped off the floor so she could see. Not much, most of it had fallen and stayed, but enough was in her reach for it to be effective. And with that established....
Allison twisted again--she was doing a lot of that recently--and elbowed the guy in the process so he'd be distracted. There wasn't much to see, except for water running down the walls and a mirror that the guy was half leaning against.
Why was there a mirror in a school hallway? That should not stay whole for long; it was a waste of money. So there had to be a purpose to it. Most likely, whatever that purpose was was irrelevant, but Allison was fine with that. Mirrors broke, and broke into nice, sharp shards, which she may or may not be able to use but which would certainly provide a bit more chaos that the guy wasn't expecting. She lifted her free fist and smashed it into the mirror.
"That's a shame. You're going to find out anyway." Honestly, Allison would have preferred not to tell, but just showing him what she could do clearly wasn't sufficient for him to comprehend it. "I control ink. And produce it, but it's the controlling it you need to be worried about." She tried to sit up, just in case he would let her. Of course not; he was still sitting on her and holding her arms down--
The ink was still there though. It hadn't... fallen yet. So she was okay. No matter how... disturbing the cycle was. The ink swirled above their heads, just so Allison could see it and be sure it was there. What had she been...?
Right. "I can move ink through anything." That wasn't waterproof, but he didn't need to know that. "But it's not teleportation, so it tends to disturb things on the way. Like nerves. So if I just hit your arm--" as she demonstrated "--all it does is hurt. But if I hurt your brain," several dots of ink dropped down in front of the guy's eyes, "good luck." And normally that would be enough, but given what he'd just reminded her of....
Allison kicked the guy before attempting to twist out from underneath him. Just to make sure.
"And you need to give me my kid back." Allison tried twisting away from the guy's grip, since going directly for the door clearly hadn't worked, but if anything that just made it easier for the guy to knock her over. Allison hit the floor on her side, gasped for breath and decided she clearly wasn't going to win a physical fight. Shame, she'd been better at those in the future; maybe she ought to try and find Skydancer again. In the meantime, mutation it was. "I think we've been over this."
Allison stayed where she was on the floor, and pulled the ink back again, moving it to hover over herself and the guy. "Want to know what I can do?"
About time the guy took her seriously. Allison had seen that expression before... mostly on men and mostly on men she was about to kill, which she hadn't quite decided to do yet even if she was planning how to get away with it, but anyway. She knew the expression. It was very gratifying to be taken seriously. Especially since seriously meant the guy might actually listen long enough to realize she was Alex's mother.
...You know, or it might get her tackled. Since that still got the guy away from Alex Allison was fairly okay with that, even if it was still a bit of an instinct to immediately shred anyone who hit her in the stomach. She stumbled back until her ankle twisted and she ended up kneeling, and flung the ink out in every direction. Mostly to make a show, but she really didn't have many settings between scary and lethal.
And then it started raining. Oops. Allison had forgotten she could do that. Oh well; the sprinklers would just throw the guy off more, hopefully, and if she remembered right the basket Alex was in was covered. If not, it wasn't like the water was that cold; they'd be unhappy, but alright. Allison tried to throw the guy off and twist around so she'd be in between him and the door, and pulled the ink back toward her.
Allison paused, blinked, and started laughing. The laughter was genuine, even if her expression stayed thoroughly pissed off. But really, time out? Please. "I highly doubt you could." And even if it was somehow possible, the idea was just too absurd.
"But fine." The ink. Alright, Allison could humor him. She tossed her head as she straightened back up, pushing the last of the ink in her skin out--if there was any left, anyway, which she somewhat doubted--and then pulled it all up to float around her head. He could think the bleeding ink was intentional or not, but this clearly was.
"You keep saying that!" Screw politeness. Not that Allison had been very polite, really, with the yelling, but even more than already: screw politeness. "I keep asking what proof you need and you keep saying you need proof! I am not the one being unreasonable about this!"
Hair was starting to get into the edge of her vision. Allison shook her head to get it out, and felt more beads of mostly brown ink trickle through her hair and down her skin. "That is the one thing I might trust you about, whatever reason you want Alex hasn't gotten them hurt yet that I can tell." Her eyes narrowed further. "Not that it would be easy to tell with them. I will kill you if you have. But even if you haven't, that is still way below the minimum. I want my kid back!"
"On what basis! You're taking the word of some random guy you know nothing about except that they're a criminal and assuming it's truth? You keep refusing proof!" Admittedly, Allison's proof had been verbal, but it still really ought to outweigh the word of a criminal. Especially a baby-kidnapping criminal. And Allison's crimes didn't count, because really, rapists ought to die. If the justice system wouldn't do it, that wasn't her fault.
And people who took babies and refused to return them? Alli was starting to think they ought to die, too. If she could figure out how to make sure he wouldn't get to Alex....
"What proof do you want? I already asked you that! I told you Alex's mutation, which you just said you still haven't managed to figure out yourself, how else would I know?" Nevermind the more human pose; Allison was back to her hands alternating between fists and claws at her sides. And ink starting to burn as it seeped out of her skin all over--she hadn't bothered to strip it out since a few days before Alex went missing, so by now there was quite a bit built up. Enough for what was escaping to be noticeable, probably, but then that was the point. Well, partly the point; Allison wanted to make it very clear that she was angry and that she was a mutant, but it would also make it a tiny bit faster if she did have to attack, and the ink leaking on its own could be attributed to a subconscious or emotionally controlled mutation. It wasn't, of course, but she wasn't acting like she noticed it, so it could be.
It was really hard not to just grab Alex back even when the guy wasn't moving. The only reason Allison didn't when the guy started moving away from her was because she couldn't figure out a way to make sure Alex wouldn't be hurt regardless of what mutation the guy had. Instead she followed, edging around so she could see Alex as well as possible the entire time. Maybe she could get to Alex once he moved away; it would be just as hard for him to get Alex away from her, and if he wasn't as concerned about Alex's safety, Allison had plenty of ink with her. There weren't many people she couldn't kill, especially if their goal was to get close to her. She'd have preferred that Alex not grow up hiding--more than having Aura for a mother made necessary, anyway--but between that and leaving them with someone she didn't know who might have kidnapped them and had no apparently reason to be as possessive as they were.... Allison could probably just leave the country; if she trained the ink her skin made back to a skin color and let it build up long enough, and cut her hair, maybe tattoo the whites of her eyes, that would make her look plenty different. Aura would go with her if she asked, she was sure, and the Order could probably get them to anywhere they wanted relatively easily. Maybe they'd like to have a sort of branch somewhere else? That mutant island she'd heard of, if it existed? Allison could figure that out later. And in the meantime....
"Yes, because no one with a good guy badge has ever done anything wrong. That's just unheard of." Allison had to wonder if there was a mutant somewhere that could actually manifest sarcasm and hit people with it. "And given you're refusing to give me my kid, clearly you don't mind having them around that much."
Allison kept glaring, though her posture shifted a bit from leaning forward ready to pounce to straightening and folding her arm. She couldn't actually glare down at the guy, but she could certainly give that impression. "And just how many people have you told about their mutation, then? I certainly wasn't spreading it around. Don't you know how many people would want to test a healing mutation?" And if anyone did decide to test Alex, Allison was coming back here and killing the guy, even if he handed Alex back immediately. "And just what kind of proof do you want? I'm not leaving without my kid."
Allison was encountering a number of metaphors that made abruptly more sense recently. So far none of them were pleasant, and the feeling of ice water as the guy pulled Alex away from her. The feeling that her chest was burning with fury was also a remarkably accurate metaphor, though one Allison had more experience with. She glared and tried to convince her fists to relax. And her voice to stop growling. "I know their name and birthday and mutation. How many month old sex shifting healers do you think there are? Alex is mine, give them back."
And if whoever this guy was didn't, things were not going to stay as civil Allison was holding them for long. "My baby was kidnapped, and now a stranger has them and won't give them back. For all I know you're the kidnapper, not some random, hypothetical, conveniently missing other person."
That probably wasn't a good way to make the guy like her, but Allison didn't care. The glaring probably wasn't helpful either, but she was either going to be angry or crying, and angry tended to be a lot more productive. Especially when kidnappers were involved.
"Told me?" Allison was too tired to bother preventing her forehead from creasing in unexpected confusion. "He didn't say..." much of anything trailed off as the rest of what the guy was saying filtered in, and Allison finally dared look at the baby. They did look very like Alex, as much as she could see anyway. She jumped up from the chair and beamed. "Alex!"
The next thing the guy said made her pause halfway over, and blink at the guy. "All Cafas told me was to show up here and he'd help. That seems kind of manipulative for him to have done on purpose, but I don't know him that well...." She eyed the guy. "And I am entirely sure you're not Alex's father." In large part because the father was very definitely dead, but no need to add that. "What's gender shifting like? I'm not, so I'm not sure I can really help Alex much when they grow up...."
"Okay...." 'Me' was... not very impressive. Nor did the not-entirely-certain way he said it help. Since he was apparently the only option though....
"Um... I assume it was a mutant of some kind, because I just kind of fell asleep for a few hours in the middle of the day when I'm normally not tired at all, and Alex was gone when I woke up. That was... a bit under three weeks ago, I think? My sense of time is kind of off. I've been looking, and getting everyone I can to look, and we haven't found anything, I'm not sure I can tell you much more about that."
Allison really wasn't sure whether it was more painful to talk about Alex, or losing Alex. Since it had to be said, though.... "They're about a month old now. Light brown hair, gray eyes... and a healing mutant. Whenever they're hurt, even if it's just a bruise or papercut or pinch, they heal while shifting to the opposite sex. They were male when they were kidnapped, but they probably aren't now."