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.
Blackness. She could feel it creeping on like a cold, skeletal hand reaching out to encompass her vision. She could see the inky tendrils as they seeped in from the corners of her eyesight, dimming everything further and further and further, threatening to make the darkness the only thing that she could be seeing for the rest of eternity. She was an atheist, after all. Considering what her parents put her through, it was clear that she had some problems with the idea of a religious figures, especially when backed by the number of atrocities that were caused in the name said deities. She expected when she died that there would just be vast emptiness and, for the most part, she was content with that. But right now, because of everything going on in her life, she was scared. Really, and truly scared.
But as Agnes waited for the inevitable end, there was the suddenly and thunderous sound of a VZAP!! that echoed far too loud in her ears. Gasping at the suddenness of it, she felt her hair being released and the blade that was once one her neck pull away. Collapsing back on the ground, she coughed harshly, and groaned as she reached for the back of her head. She barely was able to sit up and peer around before her vision was filled with the sight of Dante standing across from her, shakily holding onto the book case. He stared at her as if he were staring at a phantom, wide-eyed and terrified.
Gulping, Agnes sat up, carefully and slowly moved onto her two feet, and rested her gaze upon the man before her. It had been so many ages since she had seen the man and still he looked like him. A tight and drawn out vision of him, but him nonetheless. Still, despite that, Agnes didn’t move towards him. He had just tried to kill her. He had tried to exorcize her. If it hadn’t been for him stopping, she would have been dead by now. But wait, why did he stop? He didn’t seem to recognize her; was the very sound of her name the only thing that managed to stop his hand?
Keeping her distance, her wings fluttered nervously as she held up her hands to show that she wasn’t dangerous, that she wasn’t trying to hurt him. Instead she just took a deep breath before she spoke. ”Dante…it’s me. It’s Agnes.”
He flinched at the sound of her name but he didn’t flee. Instead he tilted his head, inspecting her closely from across the aisle, before he moistened his cracked lips with his tongue. Hoarsely he spoke up. ”Angel?”
Immediately tears sprang to her eyes. He was the only one that had ever called her by that nickname. It was his way of apologizing for their parents ridiculous choice of names and trying to rebel against them. Agnes sniffled a bit as she nodded her head. It was heartbreaking. All she wanted to do was hug him but she was still reeling from the attack that she had just suffered. However, she cautioned a step forward.
”Dante…what’re you doing?” she asked. ”What’re you doing with the church? What…did they do to y--?”
“Hello? Who’s down there?!” the voice of Delilah Bell echoed through the room from a back staircase. Agnes stiffened up. She turned to the darkness, then to Dante, and was suddenly when he suddenly stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and VZAP!!
If she could remember what it was like to be born, that probably would have been the most comparable example to explain what she had just felt a second after Dante had touched her hand. When she heard that reality-bending sound cut through the air, she suddenly felt everything and nothing at the same time. She felt stretched out to impossible lengths, like a rubberband about to snap, and heard such a rushing, cacophony of sound that she thought she was going to go deaf. The pressure pushed harder and harder on her head and, just quickly as it all started, it simply vanished with a VZAP!! through the air.
The second she felt compiled and put back together, Agnes fell to her knees and clutch her stomach. As everything in her body started to settle, it didn’t escape her notice that her stomach wouldn’t stop rising and falling. It finally got to the point where the only thing that Agnes could do was open her mouth and hurl all over the gritty, stone ground that she was kneeling on. A few retches in, when she finally calmed enough to take a breath, she caught the scent of the open night air. Opening her eyes, she looked down at the gravel and then up to see how dark it was. She was outside. Not only that but she was on a roof not far from the building.
Dante teleported them. So he was a mutant too? Shakily she looked up, just in time to see her brother as he knelt down in front of her. Shakily he touched her cheek before he tensed his jaw. Quickly he muttered, ”Stay here.” before another click in the air pulled his attention away and Dante vanished just as he did before.
Trying to stand, Agnes found that she didn’t have the strength and simply plopped back down on her butt after several attempts to regain her footing. It simply wasn’t going to happen right now and she was okay with that. Sitting on her butt for a few moments, Agnes slowly began to regain her senses. She wasn’t sure what that was but it most certainly wasn’t a fun time. Clearly Dante was a mutant, but with the ability to teleport? No wonder he was sneaking out of the house so much! But…why was he working with the cult when he could just leave whenever he wanted? And, most importantly, why didn’t he come back for her?
Her jaw tightened as she sat on the rooftop for a few more minutes. When she was finally well enough, she picked herself up, crawled over to the ledge and peered over. She was on a different roof than from where she was earlier. However, despite that, she could still see the shop window. Maybe not with as much clarity, but it was there, nonetheless. With a sigh she watched, as best she could, as Dante seemed to be speaking with Miss Bell. She could hear nothing but just from body language alone it was clear that Dante was flinching and shying away from the woman’s anger. As she watched him, she could only ask herself – what did they do to him?
Agnes waited for what seemed like an eternity. She stayed low behind the ledge, peering over with her sapphire eyes as she looked at the scene that was playing out inside the store. She couldn’t believe that this was her brother, this was the man whom she had lost to cruelty and anguish, and here he was, working for the enemy. He looked so worn and tired. Not only that but he seemed almost willing to kill her when she had stepped onto the scene. Something had changed in him over the years. He was rebellious and hard-headed. Why would he so willingly work for an organization that had done what they did to his sister?
She gulped as she finally just turned away, sitting on the harsh ground with her back pushed against the concrete. She couldn’t stand watching it any further. He looked like a cowering dog before the old woman whom he used to hurl spitballs at. The fact that she had such power over him maybe her feel little sick to her stomach. She wanted to leave, to just head home and not think about any of this ever again, but she knew that wasn’t an option either. He told her to stay and she was going to. She was going to get answers.
Minutes ticked away like hours and Agnes felt herself growing more and more tired. After the adrenaline rush of running into her brother, and then him trying to exorcise her, and then teleporting, the woman could scarcely keep her head on straight. All she wanted to do was flop over and fall asleep right there on the rooftop. She would have, too, if not for the sudden VZAP!! that startled her awake. Eyes wide open, she sat up straight and looked up to see that Dante had returned.
Dante looked a little remorseful as he stared at her with his sunken eyes. In his arms he carried two boxes, both of which were filled with books and leaflets that Agnes was all too familiar with. As he set those down, he reached into one of the boxes and pulled out a shiny, aluminum can of soda. He held it out to her, cautiously, carefully, as if he were fearfully reaching out towards an apparition that would vanish at touch.
Agnes, suspicious for a second, reached over and took the can from him. Curiously she eyed the man before she cleared her throat. ”T-Thank you?”
Dante gulped and kneeled down in front of her, sitting with his legs crossed. ”It will help you feel better,” he said softly. ”Skipping, um, Teleporting like that drops the blood sugar, especially if you’re not used to it.”
Agnes nodded as she held up the can, popped the lid, and took a grateful sip. It was warm and it burned as it coursed down her throat but it was satisfying. It wasn’t until then that she realized just how tired and weak she had been feeling. The soda seemed to instantly fill her with energy that she didn’t know she needed. Licking her lips, she sighed as she leaned back against the ledge and just stared at her brother as he stared at her. It seemed that at the moment, neither knew what to say.
The seconds seemed to last for an eternity. Agnes just couldn’t figure out what to say to her brother and, judging from his own reaction, it was clear that he didn’t know what to say either. Just sitting in silence seemed to be the order of the day for the time being, but it wasn’t going to last forever. Agnes wouldn’t allow him to leave without answering some questions, it was just finding the nerve to bring them up. How does she confront the brother that she so dearly loved and yet was completely abandoned by? How does she even begin to ask what he was doing working with these mad women and men? It seemed so…impossible to bring up but she knew that she had to.
Agnes sucked in air, staring at her brother as she balanced the can of soda that he had given her between her fingers. He was sitting down, his knees up and his arms laced around his lips. His dark hair and startling blue eyes were searching hers but there was distraction there too. He was getting nervous as the seconds ticked on and Agnes had a feeling that if she didn’t say something soon, if she didn’t get the conversation going, that he was going to try and flee. That was no happening.
Taking a final sip of her drink, Agnes took in a deep breath before she straightened her spine a little and just looked at him. She opened her mouth a few times to talk but quickly lost and found her voice again and again. Finally, forcing it out of her throat, she laid out the first question she could think of.
…seriously?! This whole time! Ever since she had found out that her brother was alive she had been trying to pick from the massive list of questions that she had for him, and THAT was the first one to pop out of her lips? She wanted to end herself right then and there. But, Agnes composed herself as she looked at her brother and was immediately perplexed by the look on his face – he was…smiling? But it wasn’t just a smile; his shoulders were shaking, his body was trembling. At first she thought that maybe he was having a seizure or something and panic washed over her. But as she leaned forward to check on him, she saw that he wasn’t in distress…he was laughing.
”…are you serious?” she asked. She crept closer. ”Are you ****ing serious!?” With realizing why, Agnes pounced on her brother and started to half-heartedly hit him with the balls of her fists. She was mad, she was sad, and she was embarrassed. The last thing she needed was for the brother she thought was dead to be laughing at her.
For a few minutes, Agnes couldn’t hear anything that her brother was saying. He could be laughing, pleading for his life, or cursing the hell out of her, but she didn’t hear any of it. Instead all she felt was years and years of pent up frustrations just pouring out of her as she slapped and smacked at her brother, sitting on his stomach and ensuring that he didn’t go anywhere. She knew that she was talking but even then she wasn’t entirely sure what it was that she was saying. It was gibberish at this point, unfiltered gibberish as she smacked and grumbled about leaving her, about him laughing at her, about what he was doing with the church, all of it just came pouring out until, finally, with a last exhausted smack, Dante finally reached up and grabbed her wrists.
Agnes struggled for a few beats before she tears welled up in her eyes. With no other choice, the young violinist just leaned down and wrapped her arms around the older man, holding him tightly as she wept into his shoulder. Emotions at the moment were raw and unyielding as they popped around in her head. She couldn’t find her voice because every time she opened her mouth, she just started to cry all over again and hugged him tighter.
Dante seemed confused by this behavior. He had been laughing because the question was so generic and random given their time apart that the man couldn’t do anything else but laugh. That seemed to incite something in his sister who immediately pounced upon him and started to curse and hit and spout madness from between her lips. At first it was funny but as her hitting got harder, Dante realized he was going to have to start guarding himself. He covered his face, turned his head to keep from getting hit someplace vital, and finally, when she began to lose steam, he reached out and grabbed her wrists.
A second to breathe and Agnes was attached to him, hugging him oh so tightly and burying her face in his chest. Dante just allowed it, feeling his own eyes tear up as he hugged her back and carefully stroked her hair. It was eerily familiar, this position, as Agnes and Dante had found themselves like this many times after incurring the wrath of their parents. It was familiar and it was a reminder that both of them were exactly who they said they were.
Agnes sniffled as she finally felt dry from tear loss and detached herself from her brother. Flopping down on her butt directly across from him, she watched him sit up, touching his face and his shoulder where Agnes’ anger had let loose. Quietly she wiped the mucus from her nose before she narrowed her eyes at him.
It was a heavy question, probably the heaviest question that could be asked. However it was exactly the question that needed to be asked. Of everything that the two of them could talk about right now, Agnes knew that if these were the last moments before her brother vanished from her life again, she needed to at least have this asked or she would regret it for the rest of her life. If she got nothing else from this night, she would get at least that from the man. However, just one look in the man’s eyes seemed to show that he was growing just a little uncomfortable with the question that his sister had posed to him.
He shifted a bit uncomfortable on his rear, stretching out his legs as he planted his palms flat on the ground on either side of him. He shifted until he was in a comfortable position again, took a deep breath, and just stared at the ground for a few moments. He was trying to collect his thoughts, obviously, but he was struggling with trying to find words for what he wanted to say. Still, as much as Agnes wanted to know, she was patient (somewhat). She sat I silence, merely observing him, sipping at the drink that was down to a little more than a few drops and just allowed him to collect his thoughts.
It seemed like an eternity before Dante finally found enough will to raise his voice to her. There was a kind of funny little look in his eyes as he appraised the young woman, a soft and almost proud smile. It was the kind of look any big brother would have graced to his younger sibling when happily observing them for the first time in what felt like an eons. Another tear rolled down his cheek, however, as remembrance led back to things that he clearly didn’t want to remember. He fought it, turning his gaze down before he took a shaky breath to maintain himself.
He opened his mouth. ”You look good. I’m glad.”
Agnes eyed him. She didn’t want to lose her patience but she was close to losing her patience now. Still, she dipped her head to him. ”Thanks. And you look like ****.” she commented. She then apologized. ”Sorry. It’s just, Dante. I thought you were dead for years. And then I hear you’re alive and that’s all you can say?”
Dante raised his hands defensively. ”I know, I know. I…know.” a shaky breathe. ”But…c-can we just start slow? There’s…a lot to say and…I want to know about you before I get into it.”
Agnes sighed. She stared at him for the longest time before she just nodded her head. ”OK.”
The conversation started off a bit rocky but the two siblings seemed to find their rhythm after that. Sitting with her back to the concrete, Agnes smiled softly and answered all the questions that Dante had for her. Of course there was still the smallest amount of suspicion about her. She didn’t want to reveal too much about her life (such as address and the like) until she was sure that she could trust him. As enamored as she was about the idea of him, the truth was that he still recited an exorcism prayer when he held a knife to her throat. If that is how he acts with people he doesn’t know, then there is clearly something that needs to be said.
But, she respected him. She quietly waited for him to get his questions out, answered, moved onto the next one, and kept her wits about her, despite how good it felt. It almost as if her brother had simply been overseas or traveling the world as opposed to being thought of as deceased. That made the violinist smile, but there were still nagging questions that needed to be answered. When he had finally began to wind down, the pauses growing longer and longer in between, the young man hung his head for a few moments, closing his eyes as tears dropped.
A shaky, raspy voice managed to croak out an, ”I…left you…” he whispered. Agnes didn’t say anything yet out of fear that it would make him stop. At the moment, she just wanted to listen. Seemingly thankful for that, the man pressed on. ”All those years ago…I left you in the hands of those…monsters.” Slowly he lifted his gaze. ”I’m…s-so…so sorry…”
Agnes sniffled, wiping tears that threatened to fall. She gulped, shrugged her shoulders as she tried to look away but each time her eyes fell back onto him and new tears started. ”But…but why?” she asked, the hurt plain in her voice.
Another shaky breath as she young man continued to lower his head ashamedly. He was struggling with the words, fighting through the memories of their time in that damned house. When he finally managed to coherently piece together what he wanted to say, he looked up to greet her eyes. The remorse rang through as clear as neon in the dead of night.
”I…I was hoping when I left that they would leave you alone,” he said with a shrug. ”It was me they were so mad at. Me that made them so disappointed. I thought...I dunno…with me out of the way then then could stop being so crazy.” He shook his head. ”I was stupid. I…I never should have left you there.”
Agnes could feel her eyes welling up. Judging from his reaction, it was clear that he knew what her parents had did to her; the exorcism. She stared, hard at her brother, before she spoke. ”When did you know, Dante?” She asked boldly. ”When did you know what they did to me?”
He was quiet. A little too quiet. Quiet for such a long amount of time that Agnes’ suspicions immediately began to pile higher and higher. What she was suspicious of, was too terrible for words and, quite frankly, if it had turned out to be true, would have sent her down such a dark path that she wasn’t quite sure what she would be capable of. But she tried to give the man the benefit of the doubt (however shrinking that pool of doubt was). But as the silence continued to compound, Agnes found that she could already anticipate what the young man was going to say…and she happened to be right.
”The day after it happened.”
She felt her blood run cold. He knew, this whole time, he had known and he still hadn’t come back for her? Shakily Agnes’ eyes turned blank as she stared not at him, but through him, lost in her memories. She stared back at those nights she cried when she was healing, at the horrendous thoughts that ran through her head, at the despicable things that her parents told her while she healed. It was the most hellish time of her life and the one person that she counted on to protect her knew about it and did nothing? She shook her head.
Slowly she stood up on her wobbly legs. She couldn’t look at him now. Instead she just started to walk away from him, across the rooftop, her arms hugging herself with each and every step. This was the absolutely worst that she had ever felt. It felt like the ultimate betrayal. As if her brother himself had been one of those people who tied her down or who had branded her skin with a burning cross. She was beginning to feel sick to her stomach. She needed to leave and she needed to leave now.
However, she did stop, just long enough to stand next to him and speak. Her voice was low, weak, and trembling with anger. ”Go to hell, Dante.” And she started to walk away.
A smart person would have taken Agnes’ response as a means of stop right there and not follow her. But as it was stated before, Dante had never been good with following directions. As he watched his sister stand and walk by, he winced at the choice words that she had for him. Grinding his teeth as more tears threatened to fall, the man stood up from his seat and followed after her. When he was close enough, he reached out to grab her arm – that immediately set her off.
Agnes whirled around, her fist outstretched. The second that she made contact with his nose, she could hear the snap and feel the spurt of blood that followed afterwards. Dante gasped in pain as he stumbled backwards, away from her, his body reeling from the blow. Agnes may not have been the stronger person in the world but when it came to her anger and hitting people, the woman was a damn-near juggernaut. Even watching as Dante stumbled away, Agnes wasn’t done with him. After that bomb of a revelation, she was going to have words.
”You sonnva*****! YOU SONNVA*****!!!” she screamed over and over again. She kicked at him, she slapped him, she lashed out with complete unfiltered and unbridled anger. She wanted nothing more than to rip the man limb from limb at the moment. Tears stung her eyes but the heat on her face was enough to evaporate them. ”YOU KNEW! YOU KNEW AND YOU DIDN’T COME BACK FOR ME!!!”
She was beyond reason now. Since she couldn’t do this to her parents, she would take it out on her brother for however long her rage would allow her to rage.
Agnes was just a ball of unfiltered anger now. She lashed out cruelty at Dante, not caring how loud she got or how much noise was made. Though the strength in her arms was quickly waning, she found herself weeping as she kept slapping and trying to strike him. Over and over Dante tried to raise his voice, to reason with her, but when his hands finally gripped her own, Agnes gained the renewed energy of caged animal. She squirmed and snapped at her brother, tears rolling down her cheeks and her throat hoarse from shouting. Still, even in such a state, she didn’t hold anything back from her brother.
”They branded me, Dante! They whipped me! They cut me! They burned me! And you ****ing left me there!!!” She screamed, her body still straining against his hold. She wanted him to feel bad, now. She wanted him to have guilt eat away at his core without any remorse. In her head, right now, it was as much his fault as her parents. She continued her onslaught. ”You bastard!! And now you’re working with the Church! You tried to exorcize me! You’re just as bad! You’re just as ****ing bad!!!”
Everything was pouring out. Every bit of bile she had towards the church and their ways was spilling out of her; but that wasn’t the only thing. As Agnes grew more and more agitated, a buzzing began to emit from her chest, a powerful loud and thunderous buzzing that seemed to almost defy explanation. Then, when Agnes opened her mouth to shout again, from it spilled a thick cloud of flies and wasps. They all circled dangerously around Agnes, their compound eyes flashes with unadulterated anger as they flew to the defense of their queen.