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.
Honestly, she was more than a little taken-aback. Here she was offering a full, albeit weird, recovery for him and his thoughts went to her?
She was... touched. Stunned? Warmth started up in the pit of her belly and spread through her like fire. She may have gotten a little teary eyed there for a moment at how absolutely genuine Zaid was being. "That is... very sweet." She started, work-mode temporarily broken.
"I will not force you, even if I disagree on some level. How about this instead; Tomorrow stop by my clinic on 3rd and pine and I will get some X-rays done to make sure nothing is broken. I can prescribe you some basic pain medicine and anti-inflammatories to get you through the worst of it, and then I can stop by again in a few days to see how you are doing. If you haven't made the progress I want to see we can talk about the transfusion again, or maybe something to made the area a little more immobile for a while."
Andrea smiled, genuine and happy. Even her hair seemed to be behaving a little happier. "You must make absolutely sure you are getting the rest you need though. No more jumping over fences!" She waggled a gloved finger at him, woke mode snapping back into place as her nagging-mother-hen mode switched on.
Zaid listened to her counter-offer seriously. The x-Ray didn’t seem like a terrible thing, although he was somewhat curious what would show up. He always wondered if his mutation had any other differences beneath the surface, other than his tail bone. The only rabbit-like issue he knew of was his lack of ability to throw up, but rib injuries were an entirely different medical issue. They wouldn’t be looking at his stomach or anything. He forced his thoughts back to the issue at hand.
”I think that sounds like a safer plan. You’ve already done a lot for me, when you could have just left me on the sidewalk with your—oh no, your coffee! Stars, I’ll get you a new one sometime! I work at a cafe after all, I will make that up to you!” he promised.
”You have my word, no more fenced in the meantime. I’ll take a slower, safer route next time. One spill is enough for my ego.” he admitted with a blush. The color traveled along the tips of his ears and made him looked particularly adorable.
She blinked, having just realized her coffee was indeed missing. Perhaps she was cursed when it came to trying to go anywhere with a coffee in her hand? They always seemed to end up left on the streets of the city before she could drink them. The Greek chuckled. "Perhaps I will take you up on that offer when you are better. I am always looking for a new place to pop in and grab a coffee on the way to work."
She was about to launch into it about what he had said before... how 'they' had come back to check up on him and all that implied... when she noticed the blush, and how it traveled up up up and colored the tips of his fluffy ears.
"oh." Her hands flew up and covered her mouth before she let loose the keening whine contained inside her mouth. Instead she made a strangled sound in the back of her throat and stared at him with widened eyes, half distressed with herself and half distressed because of him.
Eventually she dropped a hand to point at his ears guiltily. "...Those are so cute."
Zaid had relaxed when she seemed to accept his offer for coffee. When you got help and didn’t have much to offer in return, it was a blow to the pride. But he had coffee, and she said she might have some. Stars, he would give her a lifetime supply of coffee for what she had done so far. ”Make sure you do! We are a small cafe but the brew isn’t bad, or so I’ve heard. I usually drink the tea, but everyone else likes the coffee.”
Then, after he blushed, she made a noise. He wanted to compare it to an anime Squee, but it was quieter and more contained. That was a new one for him. He had people call him adorable and try to pet him, but this was the first time a girl with a head of snakes did it. Maybe the snakes weren’t the only ones to watch out for.
cute...
Oh no, she said the word. The pink in his face went red, his little bunny ears flattened, and he used one good arm to cover his face, careful not to harm his injured ribs. ”Aww, don’t look at them! You are making me blush more!” He turned, standing and desperately looking for a jacket or a blanket he could throw on, bunny tail on full display as he did so.
Oh sweet baby jesus, is this what it was like for Saph back when they had first met?! She fought to contain any more vile noises from escaping even as everything he did progressively became more and more cute. One hand was in a death grip on the couch cushion while her other was trying to strangle her lips into silence.
Each new act of cuteness was like a spear through the ribs.
And then... the tail.
He might has well have just shot her directly in the heart and killed her. She sucked in a breath, got saliva, and began a slow process of coughing herself to death instead. Oh well, other than embarrassingly dying on a potential new friends couch, at least she wouldn't have to explain herself to him after the fact.
"I'm COUGHHACK So COUGHCOUGH S-Sorr-HACKCOUGHHACK." She hid her face in her hands and turned away so as to not die directly at him.
Her snakes sprang to life as best they could while trapped in a braid and began curling around her in support.
Zaid managed to grab a blanket, and was in the process of hiding under it when Andrea started to dissolve into a coughing fit. Like a good friend, he quickly scurried to the kitchen, grabbed a Storm Troop mug, and filled it with water. ”Wait, here, I have water, oh Stars, the wrigglers don’t seem happy...” he was wearing the blanket almost like a cape now, his hair sticking up from static electricity, ears escaping their confines easily.
Was he making this worse? How do you stop someone from dying from cuteness overload when everything you did became progressively cuter?!! ”Stars, please don’t choke, I have absolutely no medical ability and even with the teeny weenie muzzles the wrigglers make me nervous when you upset them!”
What to do, what to do! He glanced at the open closet, spotting a zip up hoodie hanging there. That may work better than the blanket, actually! He could get it on without lifting his arms, and it was big enough to cover his tail. Scurrying over he yanked it, succeeding in knocking one of his costumes out of the closet. Oh, it was the officer Hopps cosplay. That wasn’t embarrassing at all. Nothing to see here! Using his foot to tuck it back inside the closet, he put the hoodie in and zipped up. No more blushing, no more tail, just a pair of ears. ”I think we managed to fail the plan of not being too active...” he signed. His ribs twang a little from the scurrying.
She witnessed the most glorious thing while dying. Was it the light? No. It was a bunny man scurrying around trying to calm her down and only making things progressively worse for the both of them. He would be glad to know she had no idea who Officer Hopps was, but he would never know because she was surely going to die here.
By the time he had himself covered up and de-cute-ified, she was flopped over with her face in a cushion trying to just breath without a lung coming up. She may have cried on his furniture a little.
Without even bothering to rise she started laughing. A little chuckle that turned into a full bellied chortle. The Greek eventually pushed herself up back into a seated position. Her whole face was brown, and a little of her neck and her ears. Her snakes did a very strange, un-snakelike thing and started making a weird hissing laughing sound that normal snakes were generally not able to do.
After a moment she found the breath to talk and placed a hand over her heart to calm herself down.
"I-" Little giggle. "I apologize... I do not n-normally get like this. That was just... unusually cute and I wasn't at all p-prepared for it."
She wiped at her eyes with her sleeve. "I am so embarrassed!"
Well, the good news was, Andrea did not die of laughter. He left the water near her just in case, wondering if she would spontaneously combusts into giggles again. He had no idea the cute factor was this powerful. There should be a warning on his next set of ears... ”Uh, it’s okay. I just don’t spend a lot of time around people so it surprised me.” Maybe that was the problem. He was awkward and clumsy and the way his mannerisms came out they managed to amplify his adorable nature. From a twitch of his nose to his ears, he seemed like a death trap for his new friend.
”Do you have more giggles to get out? I don’t want to give you a breakdown at work. The uh, the wrigglies have muzzles there too, right? I mean, I try to be a friend to animals but I think they prefer me as food to friend...” Even laughing snakes could be scary.
Zaid sat on the edge of his bed, which was abnormally close to the couch, thanks to the tiny apartment size. He had his legs tucked under him so he was perched in a somewhat inquisitive way. Dang, there went his ears again. They were like two satellites trying to rake in the noise.
She made another strangled noise in her throat and lunged for the cup of water before the cute overtook her again. After guzzling half of it she sat back and caught her breath. Her snakes had calmed down as well and returned to their hair nest.
"They do tend to get excited when I am... and I do make them wear the muzzles at work. Most of the time when I am out and about, really." She paused, sombered slightly with something other than his ears to focus on.
"Not to toot my own horn, but I consider myself a pretty good person. However, I was not blessed with a wholly 'good' mutation. The muzzles visually make the snakes less threatening, but they also make me safer as a whole to the general public."
Even after years and years of constantly coming to terms with herself, it was still a slightly bitter topic to talk about.
"Ironically I seem to have been blessed with a very classical version of the literal Medusa's power set. Snakes, turning things to stone... I have it all. The snakes share an ability with me, and because of how easy they are to rile based on my own mood, the muzzles keep them from inadvertent harming anyone. Just as my gloves keep me from inadvertently harming anyone.
She glances down and caught the watery reflection of her vibrant orange eyes staring back at her. Only muted by a thin colored contacts.
"I try my hardest to make up for my dangerous nature by being as helpful as I can... Hence why I took to the medical field."
She took another sip of water, breaking eye contact with herself.
Zaid was reassured by the notion the wrigglies would always be muzzled. So long as they posed no risk of biting him, the bunny in his brain seemed much more relaxed. They were also a little cute from his less terrified viewpoint. He never saw snakes up close for, well, reasons. So this was a new experience.
”Living my life with a mutation that puts me at risk to be jumped by some pretty weird characters, I can say that any power can have its downfalls. Turning things to stone does seem a bit intense, but the fact you realize the danger in your own ability and actively try to help people speaks volumes about you. The biggest problem with being a mutant is the assumption that someone’s powers automatically decide who they are.” Zaid felt the words tumbling out quickly, his own repressed frustration making him feel it was important to reassure his new friend. He had been treated like a pet in a store, a piñata, a sideshow attraction... while he had a rather positive attitude, he was also a social recluse for a reason.
”I don’t get out much because I found the world is a dark place that makes assumptions too fast. But if there were more people like you out there, it would have been worth the risk to step outside.” He was starting to blush again, dang it. He wanted to hug his knees but his ribs still hurt. Heck, the burning sensation of pent up feelings was making his lungs sting more now.
She nodded along, but patted the cushion next to her as she retrieved her bag and started pulling out a few rolls of clean gauze. The least she could do is supply a firm wrapping that might help ease some of the ache.
"I spent many years of my life believing that I had been cursed, or had done something to deserve such a fate. My family didn't understand seeing as neither of them had mutations. I hated myself for a long time and yearned for some way to be normal."
Sloth shifted behind her, peeking back up over her shoulder.
"It took being at my very lowest for me to see the light and start the long process to where I am today. In doing so though, I was able to see through all that gunk and muck that starts to surround one when they are in that frame of mind, and realize that there were plenty of people willing to help me back up on my feet."
"There is no time like the present to start the journey, no?"
She hummed a little bit as she measured with her eyes how much gauze she would need. Something that came with lots of practice.
"I can speak with a few friends of mine if you would like, and have some neighborhood patrols set up in this area to help prevent future instances of people harassing you if you would like? I work with a few groups who focus on Mutant Safety within the city."
Zaid tried not to forget as she moved to address his injuries. He consented to moving the jacket out of the way despite the cold, almost wishing he had fur to warm him, but he was all peach fuzz, not even a whisker to his face. Closer to Sloth now, he gazed at the little snake, deciding perhaps they could become friends with effort.
”Maybe he just needs snacks as a piece offering. Although I don’t expect he would eat cookies...” Zaid mused.
He flinched a couple times when she touched the tender rib, one ear flat, one ear standing with his mixed emotions. [/b”Isn’t a patrol a bit much for one bunny? They’re just bullies. They thought it was funny I had a tail and tried to mess with me, things got a little heated and I became a piñata. Pretty sure the drama is contained to me for now.”[/b]
He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. ”I can always talk to Jude if it gets worse. I just hate involving people in something stupid.”
When she was done he wiggles back into his jacket, scooped a giant stuffed bear off the bed and hugged it unhappily. He just wanted to sleep and forget all of this ever happened. He was also acutely aware that bunny boy+teddy bear+sleepy droopy ears was another cute thing to throw at Andrea.
She finished wrapping him up, battling a frown back with everything she had at how he spoke about himself. When she was content with his bandages she tucked away the rest of her supplies, still mulling over what to say in response.
She turned back when she had something figured out to see him cuddling up on his bed looking fluffy and adorable and HNNNGG.
She looked very much like she had just eaten some sour candy and had some lemon juice to wash it down.
After a moment spared to calm herself down before a vein her head could blow, she coughed into a fist and tried to settle herself again.
Jesus, she just wanted to squish him he was so cute!
"There are two major problems with what you just said, Zaid."
She popped a finger in the air to illustrate her first point. "This isn't as simple as your average bully picking a fight with someone. They very well might have left serious injuries on you, or worse. Had you broken a rib, with enough force it could puncture a lung. What if the next time you don't walk away from it? The people who did this should be held to the highest standards for their actions against you. You're life and well-being are just as important as everyone else's, ears or no ears."
She her other pointed finger in the air and she moved onto her second point.
"Secondly, if they are willing to target you, think of all the others who might also be potential victims. People who do this don't often only target one individual. There could be many, and they could be worse off than you. Trying to stop this in it's tracks, however that can be achieved, might not only be saving your life, but the life of an unknown number of other victims."
She dropped her hands after glancing at them and realizing that the way she had been holding them up reminded her of bunny ears. His ears. Fluffy and cute.
Agh!
"If this Jude of yours is someone you trust, who has the ability to help in any manner, I would be truthful with him. It is not a stupid or silly thing. You are not stupid, or unworthy of peoples time. You must place the value of your wellness first and foremost."
All seriousness aside, she smiled warmly at him. "Just from our short meeting here tonight, I can tell you that with the utmost certainty. From the bottom of my heart, Zaid... you are worthy of being happy and healthy."
Zaid was surprised when Andrea formulated an argument, blinking back at her from behind his bear. Was the injury really that serious? He still mostly blamed the escalation on his own attempts at defense. When he considered what damage could have been done to his side, it did seem a little more worrisome. There had been the knife as well. He tried to forget that part.
”I still can’t say why they went as far as they did. I mean, harassment jumping to assault is a big leap.”
He never considered the thugs were just violent to begin with. He frowned unhappily when he thought other mutants were being picked on as well. He was soft hearted and that sting more than his own injuries.
”I mean, I guess if they are on the lookout for thugs in general. But I am not looking for special treatment,” he insisted stubbornly.
Everyone seemed to think he was a walking danger magnet lately. Erik fussed about leaving him alone, now Andrea did. Jude had that momentary look of murder in his eyes when he saw Zaid’s black eye, but it had passed. Would he make a fuss over the rib? Was it bad Zaid sort of hoped he would.
Ah, to be a bunny just dying for attention... maybe that was why he was attracting all the WRONG notice. ”I...trust Jude. But I also don’t want to freak him out. The real damage to my side was caused by my own stupidity. Sending anyone on a wild goose chase or upsetting them would make me feel overdramatic.”
Then she called him worthy. Worthy of happiness. His eyes got abnormally tears and his throat stung. Why oh why did she have to say that? Here he was, living alone, trying to pretend life was fine. He was happy. He was okay with everything. But she admitted her own struggles and it cracked a little chip into the shell that held him together.
”My mom...talked like you. She loved my ears, and she never let anyone speak bad about them. She was a tiny woman, but she was fierce. It felt a lot safer when she was alive. I tried a lot to be like her, be confident in who I am. I just, I don’t feel like I’m quite as tough as she was, or as caring. I don’t know if she would be happy with where I’ve come since they left.” he whispered.
She was silent, patiently listening. Absorbing. Not a hint of judgement on her face... just that same open smile she had adopted since meeting him. She had all her emotions expertly tucked away inside her where they couldn't be misinterpreted.
"Do what makes you comfortable, Zaid... but also do not sacrifice yourself for worry that you might discomfort someone else. I know well that shouldering a burden all by yourself will only end up hurting those you love more in the future. It is not something I wish anyone to have to go through."
His next admission broke her down a little bit though... Losing your parents... it was a hard thing to go through no matter your age or background. She reached out to gently lay her gloved hand over one of his should he let her.
"Losing something so special can hurt for a long, long time..." She started, "and while my own relationship with my parents was stained, I know how you feel. A parent's job isn't to create a carbon copy of themselves, however... it is to nurture and grow the best parts of themselves that they have planted within you. If I may be so bold, I am sure that everything she wanted you to be, you have become... and I am sure that looking at you now they would be very, very proud."
She settled her other fingers over her heart. "I have only known you for a very short time, but in that time I have seen that you have a big heart, and you put the well being of others before your own to a degree most would not. You are a very strong, caring person Zaid."