The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Evelyn found it hard to control her curiosity as she looked out the window and watched the city roll past. She had never left New York, so each experience was fascinating, even an abandoned town like this. When you were someone with a perfect memory, anything new felt exhilarating. Trash and empty streets were just as breathtaking as the forest had been. Well, in different ways. Less beautiful, but more of a macabre curiosity sort of wonder.
Reaching the safe house, Evelyn quickly made herself familiar with the feeds in the van, and her new battle station. It would work nicely. The echoes could easily scan between feeds, and now that the initial interest faded she could ignore the strange empty surroundings.
He asked what the plan was, so Evelyn recited everything in her mind that fell under the title ‘plan’, ”Listen to what you have to say, stay out of danger. With the memorized documents I use the earpiece, direct you through the maze. We need to both get home safely. But if anything happens, return to the jet and get ahold of Becca or Mirror if we have to.” She did not fidget or wiggle. She sat perfectly still on her post next to the monitors. When she took the xCom she did it like an adult would, poised with the seriousness of the situation.
The only sign she was a child and not an adult was the bunny backpack sitting next to her, and the color pencils blueprints she pulled out and spread onto the table, using a taser and some pepper spray as little paper weights. She accepted the high five, perhaps more confused by that than any of her tasks.
Sam left and she settled in, pink pencil in hand. She drew a little pink version of CS on one of the documents and labeled it with an X. Now, she was set.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Mar 25, 2020 23:08:07 GMT -6
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Evelyn listened carefully while Sam gave her instructions. While she didn't like the warning, she knew the seriousness of the situation warranted it. Any level of skill or preparation could always fall short when it came to a mission. His priority was to make sure she got it back to the mansion safe, and her responsibility was to make sure nothing he did endangered her in the long term. While she generally hated being treated like a child, in this situation, she knew his trust in bringing her along was more important than the actions he took to keep her safe. She could be useful, and she would make sure she was.
With her bag on her back, she nodded that she was set to go. A mile was long, but she had no complaints despite being born a rather spoiled city child. She had worn good shoes, and training with Sam lately had helped. She paid close attention to the sky, and nodded with focus.
"The dark isn't a problem for me. The echoes are pretty good at finding their way around," she explained, tucking the flashlight into the pocket of her jacket for now. The echoes were on alert as they moved, listening and processing what was around them. [Rustle, right, distant corner of tree. Bird. Overgrowth hiding log to left. Tree, tree, tree.] It was good they weren't talking, allowing her powers to focus more on her surroundings. While her eyes might have struggled with less light, her hearing helped fill in the gaps along with her powers.
In the end, they made it to a van and Evelyn got inside, scanning what was in front of her. The electronics looked promising, and she set her backpack down, letting her echoes familiarize herself with what she was given. "Ready." She didn't ask questions for now, figuring she would find out more when he left. The waves of excitement were settling into determination. She would make sure this went well, so Sam would keep training her. She needed to prove she was more than just a kid, that she was worth being a teammate too.
Evelyn watched as her next throw was awkwardly deflected. It wasn't perfect, but it didn't seem to cause as much damage and that made her feel better. Ami took a stance again, and Evelyn had to stop herself from blinking in confusion. Come at me, bro. She knew a lot of things, but she did not get that reference. Pop culture was weird. Was that pop culture? She threw again, the sai going toward it's target.
She threw a few more times, Ami deflected. They got better with effort while Evelyn's energy vanished. She felt tired. It hadn't taken long until her eyelids felt heavy and she yawned. It was like someone pulled a plug and all her energy was gone.
"I...I think I am done." She wanted to curl up right there and crash. She was torn between the childlike desire to just fall asleep wherever she was, and the more adult understanding to get to bed first.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Mar 18, 2020 22:53:28 GMT -6
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[Evelyn caught the snowball, eyes blinking and blue taking over her irises as she held the cold sphere. She looked up at him, almost confused. "I...there have been things that have been fun. But, I don't...I don't play."] Someone was talking, shaking her awake. Evelyn found herself looking at her hands where the snowball had been, blinking at the cold texture her brain had held seconds before. She was with Sam, but Sam was talking now. And she was in the Jet.
The jet... She shut her eyes, pressing her hands to her head and trying to reorient her body with reality. "An hour from landing...car... the facility." It was like hooking different tethers down to where they were, until she glanced out the window to see the sunset. Oh... "No...It is still impressive." She shook the last cobwebs of the Playbacks off, and started reaching into her mind for the information on their tasks.
The last hour went swiftly, until they finally started to land. Evelyn pressed her nose to the class, watching the trees grow closer as they started into a wooded area. She had tucked her supplies back into her bag, and held it on her back. There was a small thrill of excitement, but she kept it out of her face. This was a mission, she was here because she could help. But she was also a child and watching a jet land was so frickin' cool.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Mar 17, 2020 14:45:22 GMT -6
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Evelyn nodded as Sam spoke, pointing at the diagram and using the back of her pencil. ”That’s why I drew this, so I can stay with you and still be out of trouble. Say, you want to get to this storage room,” She picked a spot off to one side that looked like it was set up for supplies. ”I would walk you down the main corridor, tell you to take this right...if you ran into trouble you could loop down this path and I could find alternate courses and update myself as you go. Like, PacMan. Okay, PacMan is a bad analogy. Please don’t get taken out by ghosts.” she momentarily regretted the statement.
Watching him relax made her eyelids feel heavier. It did sound nice, not being fatigued. But, the playbacks... she stole a glance at the food and took some jerky instead. Eating she could handle.
One piece became a couple, followed by other snacks. Then she was looking out the window watching the sun, eyes fluttering shut unwillingly. Like any insomniac, she was out cold when sleep hit, curled up in the seat holding her notebook, pencil rolling off to the floor. She had the childlike ability to sleep in the most uncomfortable position ever.
In her head, the reboot started, memories of a training session beginning. Hands held sai, throwing toward the target, and her arm twitched slightly as her muscles responded to the memory.
Evelyn did not sleep. When Sam relaxed, the seven year old quickly went to work. To her, sleep was just an unwanted distraction. She took her notebook, the blueprints, and started tediously sketching vague outlines of the facility. Removing anything unnecessary, this gave her a very basic diagram. She could still use the information on the blueprints if trouble came up, but she had plans for her newly drawn piece. She started explaining as soon as she heard Sam behind her.
”If you need directions through the facility, I can use this to track you! I should be able to work out what turns your taking and draw the path to make it easier to process.” It was clearly the most accurate drawing a Seven year old had ever drawn on a jet using color pencils and a bunny notebook.
She was tapping a pink pencil when she registered the question. She glanced at him and blinked.
”I... don’t normally sleep. I just... I relive memories in my sleep, and it’s... Do I need to?” for the first time she looked torn between wanting to do what was asked of her and her pure revulsion toward sleeping.
She had her diagrams ready. Everything was memorized. There wasn’t any more preparing she could really do. But, the playbacks.... the very idea made her feel like she was chewing on a lemon.
Evelyn let herself relax a bit. If Ami was fine with this, she didn't feel as worried. A small part of her disliked hurting someone, but the other side was still excited to study the mysterious hoodie and it's properties. She felt the teeter in her mind between right and wrong at times like this. Was it bad she was fascinated by an experiment if it could hurt someone? Would older Evelyn have continued once she knew there was an injury.
There were questions she wasn't ready to deal with. She was intelligent, but the seven-year-old concept of right or wrong was still struggling to form while her brain continued without her.
Holding her Sai, Evelyn nodded to herself, and to Ami. "I can throw again, maybe try to do something to deflect it better? You know it can absorb the impact outright."
In her mind, it was less risky knocking something from the air than just flat out taking the shot to the torso. There was only so many times she expected someone could do that.
Waiting for the other girl to be prepared, Evelyn threw the sai again. It went through the air with precision, heading for the same place they had planned last time.
Sam warned her, but he also joked with her. That was what Evelyn enjoyed about being his student. He would make sure she was serious when she needed to be, but he also knew how to keep her on task. When you were dealing with a seven-year-old with advanced powers like hers, pointing them in the right direction was necessary.
[Anxiety.] Evelyn watched his body language, trying not to judge, but the echoes did that anyway. He cared about whoever they were rescuing. Evelyn would have straightened up more, but she was already on the edge of her seat, ready to do her job. She wanted to do this right. She took being Sam's student seriously, and wanted to continue being someone he was willing to teach. There wasn't room for mistakes in her mind. And she wished she could makes the echoes understand that. Could she get them to pay attention better? How do you fix an already perfect memory.
"Memorize and guide you. I can do that. And safety. I can do that too." She knew her powers, and knew they could handle what was asked. Memorizing was easier than a lot of things.
The feeling of awe, the ocean, the new surprise: that was something she hadn't been prepared for. "What sort of things do you feel awed over?" Evelyn found it hard to imagine him being surprised by anything.
Evelyn found herself in a strange situation. She was here for the pursuit of information. There had been a mystery, and she had been inclined to help solve it. But she did not like the boy. He did not like her either. But he knew the old her, so the tiny sociopath in front of him was hardly what he would have been hoping to encounter.
Doc told her he would take responsibility for Mr. Fisher. That didn't have a lot of weight at this point, because she wasn't sure he was completely sane, and she wasn't sure this kid was completely trustworthy.
Overall, all signs pointed that she shouldn't walk into the room.
So she did.
Inside, she found a spot to sit on the recliner, perched properly on the edge of the cushion. She gave the boy the item, and was careful not to touch his skin. "I don't think it's fair for you to judge me based on some secondhand memory. I've met several of us de-aged mutants, and no one has their actual memories."
They had been seeking the syringe. [Inanimate object. Comments on past self, contradicts current knowledge of de-aging process. Roach-mutant commented utilize object to find origins.] Had there been something that remembered meeting her? That seemed far more likely.
The echoes spent time questioning situations when she knew he would soon give the answer anyway. It was a game of prediction. There was no reward except being right. And, well, Evelyn liked being right.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Feb 28, 2020 14:12:48 GMT -6
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Greg arrived and used Evelyn as a hat-holder. She should have felt a little annoyed with this, but something told her the giant cockroach/man was a little, well, not all there. The echoes seemed to think he had echoes himself of some sort, based on the way he often seemed to lose track of thoughts or get distracted.
[Possible internal conflict. Psychological unstable tendencies, odd body language.] She would have to study more, but was already committed to this project, so she didn't retreat.
At the door, she waited until a boy appeared, and the glance he gave her was actually quite surprising. [Recognition.] Another person who knew the past her! At least, somewhat. He responded as if he did, and he also claimed it had something to do with the de-aging.
Evelyn sighed and lifted the little syringe out of her back, holding it up to him. "We are under the impression you may be able to glean some information from this. Unless you're too busy to handle such an adult responsibility. Frankly, I'm not sure your qualified to be trusted with this." She didn't like the boy already. Her eyes were sharp and unhappy.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Feb 27, 2020 23:16:41 GMT -6
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Evelyn had never been to the Sanctuary, at least to her memory, but she found the place easily enough. It didn't take long after leaving her apartment to navigate to the strange little mutant shelter. She had the syringe tucked safely into a bag she had brought, the purse traded with the booster seat she had used to get to the city. No need for that on the subway, which had brought her here.
[Familiarity] Evelyn paused as she noticed the receptionist gazed at her, the woman giving her a small once over. Evelyn knew that glance. It was the 'have I seen you before?'. Evelyn answered it with a little shrug. Neither actually said anything, but it was a quick exchange that said 'heck if I know'.
"I expect someone to meet me here shortly," Evelyn finally remarked in a formal tone. Politely, Lisa offered her a place to sit. Hopefully, Doc would be along soon with the boy he had mentioned...
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Feb 26, 2020 17:19:42 GMT -6
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Evelyn was already mentally forming a checklist. She really wished she could label things like this in her brain. Heck, that would be the best thing ever. Just, folders. Pull open one labeled 'flying', and sort through what she had in there. Or 'packing', and the reminders would pop up. She wondered if she could teach the echoes to do that with time. She was certainly willing to try if she could.
[Pack clothes, navigation tools, water purifying tablets, and a knife. Different knife options available in the school as follows: steak knife, butcher knife, pocket knife, hunting knife.] She wondered if the hunting knife would have been a bit much. She would have to go back to that storage room sometime to test it. If she could get maybe a small camping knife, that seemed more logical. And some flint. The flint would be more useful than a taser at this point... [Butter knife. Cheese knife.] She refocused the echoes so they were taking in the flight controls.
His actions were easy to study. He moved the steering, there was a slight shift in the jet. Some of the navigation panels would take some research to understand entirely, but altitude, cabin pressure, many of those didn't need much notice. "You can always just tell them I learned it on the internet. That's where I learned to make Mototovs and fireworks anyway. Oh, and I hacked through Mirror's IP for that. If the government hunts anyone down, I'm blaming Maya." She looked innocent on the outside, but there were some devious thoughts under the surface.
She perched a pen on her paper, a little Japanese ballpoint with a cute bear on top. "So, I memorize the layouts. Do I have an earpiece? Direct you through the maze?" she glanced out the window once when the clouds cleared, and couldn't resist pressing her nose to the glass. "Oh, the ocean!" It was ten times prettier up here than on any computer screen she had seen. "It's so....big. I....that was dumb. Sorry," she sat back and looked a little embarrassed. She was trying to prove how adult she was, but this was her first time in an airplane that she remembered. The world looked much different up here.
Evelyn gave Sam a look. "I don't want to have a run in with Becca anymore than you do. That whole 'pregnant girlfriend of my x' is just some weird time warp stuff I try to stay out of." She focused instead on the mission, listening carefully to what she was expected to do. Memorize layouts? Check. She was pretty sure she put a notebook somewhere in her backpack...
[Concern. Serious.] She didn't need the echoes to pick up on most of that. They were going to rescue someone, obviously that meant Sam had been concerned enough to go and take the jet. [Mixed emotions. Confusion.] That part was probably stranger. Evelyn tried to pinpoint what would cause that reaction. Oh, the word teacher? She didn't know as much about Sam's past in this body as she had in the past, but there was enough information floating around him just on a daily basis to know it had been darker than he let on.
Ah, she found her notebook, right when he commented on the backpack. "Clothes? Sorta." She managed to tuck an outfit folded tightly in among the other supplies. A pair of socks was next to the taser as she lifted the notebook free. "This didn't happen," she recited. She had a fresh page of the notebook ready for work.
"And I promise not to fly a jet without Sam or someone who is a qualified instructor. Hey, I break rules for other adults, not my teacher." She lifted her chin a little, trying not to look annoyed. She respected some adults, and Sam was one of the rare ones. She wanted to feel like she could be trusted when it came down to it.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Feb 25, 2020 20:39:13 GMT -6
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Evelyn had snuck around the jet once or twice, but this was the first time she had actually been allowed inside it. Okay, 'allowed' was sort of a vague term. She had been snuck into the copilot seat and was pretty sure if they were discovered they were both going to be grounded forever. If nothing else, Evelyn would have plenty of community service days to make use of. That made it hard to regret what they were doing.
Evelyn let the echoes study what Sam was doing carefully, making notes in her mind as they went. It wouldn't take much to figure out how to operate this on her own. If she was able to get some WiFi eventually, she could look up some more flight SIMs or training modules to assist her. The internet was probably the best part of deaging. If she had been born in this generation to begin with, she could have been a force to be reckoned with long before she had been thirty. She was still determined to one-up her previous life experience.
Evelyn wasn't tired despite the time of night. She was an insomniac by nature, and was ready within minutes of hearing she was coming along. She had a backpack with her, a little bag with bunny ears that was stuffed with the usual supplies: taser, a few obscure chemicals she pilfered from the chem lab, some rope, a knife, her sai. She was careful not to let the other kids OR the teachers find this particular bag for those reasons. It only looked a little like she could murder someone in their sleep with what she carried. Not that she would, but didn't hurt to be prepared for anything.
Evelyn was already safely buckled, and gave her teacher a thumbs up. "Just tell me what to do. Me and the echoes can handle it." There was a difference between Sam's level of confidence and Evelyn's somewhat disturbing lack of emotion. She was quick to do what was asked of her, and the calm came from honestly knowing she was wicked smart and able to deal with what got thrown her way.
