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.
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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?
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The mansion was much quieter at night, which was the only time Zaid felt like he could venture out from hiding. His nose quivered nervously as he stepped into the hallway, an over-sized hoodie hanging down past his tail and making him look more like a child and less like an adult tonight. His eyes blinked in the darkness, the rabbit genes letting his ears pivot and guide him forward. Jude would be late today, trapped with work, and Zaid knew he needed to find food eventually, even if that meant risking running into someone else.
Zaid hated being here, surrounded by so many smells and strangers. It was for safety, but he couldn't prevent his emotions regarding the situation. He was worried about Andrea since he hadn't seen her, despite signs she had been found, and he hadn't been to work all week. Layne got the general rundown of what happened and gave him the needed break, but that just made his emotions more tumultuous. The scar on his back was burnt into his mind by this time, and he still woke up hearing that laughter, feeling the pain where the knife had cut. Weak. He kicked, he found, he did everything he could to defend his friend but it wasn't enough. He hated crying, he hated being a mutant that just invoked pity or torment when someone looked at him. Even at this school, kids saw his ears and wanted to pet them, wanted to reach for him. He just wanted to be alone. But being alone wasn't safe right now.
They weren't the first abduction in the city. The incidents were spontaneous and growing in volume. It was like a spiders web, gradually drawing in more problems. He remembered how he had felt when Andrea mentioned a neighborhood watch. Now, anyone seemed to be in danger. He needed to be braver than this. He needed to find his courage again, and be a better man.
His ear twitched suddenly as he rounded a corner, and he heard footsteps coming his way. The scent was, faint? He couldn't quite pinpoint it from here. There was only one scent he could really do that with now, and it was Jude. The figure was small, which he finally identified as a child. Great...he backed up a step or two, ears flattening against his head. Should he retreat to his room? So much for being brave. He really did need to get to the kitchen though...
So far she hadn't been found out. Maybe it was because everyone who saw her thought she was a mansion kid. Whatever the case, she'd slunk in out of the cold and broken into a room that wasn't currently being occupied. Her plan had gone off without a hitch so far, save for her rumbling stomach and complaining twins who couldn't shut up.
"I'm huuuungry!
"Feeeed uuuuuus."
At least they were whispering aggressively at her instead of shouting like they had been earlier in the night. Threatening to removing their vocal chords seemed to have worked for the moment. "If you two will just shut the hell up I-"
She paused, stopping in her tracks and throwing out an arm to block the other two as well. Someone was up ahead of them. Squinting up head at a tall, hooded figure. An adult? Were they busted?
"Get'em!" Both of her clones went charging forward past her arm before she could stop them. @#$%! She rushed after as they went to mob the figure.
Zaid was still processing why the figures coming his way smelt the same, when two of them rushed toward him and his ears picked up the words Get'em. Stars and aces, wasn't this school supposed to be safe! He turned to run, spotting some type of antique furniture in the hallway. It looked like someone had moved it out of one of the rooms but it was too heavy to get very far. Like a terrified bunny, he scrambled up on top of it, thankful he had not lost his vertical jump. There was a very obvious flash of a bunny tail as his hoodie snagged, and he knocked some type of book down toward the two girls. Three girls? Another was on the way.
"Why are you chasing me? What's wrong with you?!" He cried, ears still listening as the final person yelled after the first two. Was this a mistake? She sounded young. Did kids in this school spontaneously attack people for no reason? Why was he even here if kids were training to be mob members anyway!
"It's an adult!" One clone cried, dodging a book that fell her way. The other one was actively in the process of trying to climb up after the man.
"We can't let him live of he'll rat us out!" The other shouted, quietly, and pointed up at the bunny man.
Elke finally made it to them and grabbed the one trying to climb up by the back of her collar. She yanked and the clone came back down, stumbling slightly until an elbow ended up buried neatly in her sternum. She was down for the count with a wheeze, while Elke turned to the other and trapped her in a headlock. A brief struggle ensued before the clone had to tap out or pass out.
The original, who looked pretty pissed, grew her gaze up to the one who was hiding from a bunch of kids. Her lip curled rudely.
"What, afraid of a bunch of little kids?" She snorted and released the one clone from her headlock. The girl dropped to the ground gasping dramatically, even though she had been able to breath just fine.
"I thought the people here were supposed to be brave. Not simpering little cowards." She turned away, moving to kick the legs out from under the other one who'd gotten an elbow to the gut.
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Can’t let him live? What little monsters lived in this school?! He kicked another book down, glaring over the edge at the tiny maniacs. They were identical, caught in a tussle as the obvious leader subdued the other two. Then she turned and insulted him.
”You want me to beat up a couple kids?” Irritation was overrunning the first wave of shame he felt. His face was red, and her words cut deep. ”And it wasn’t my choice to come to this stupid school anyway! If you get jumped out there in the real world, and someone says kill him, they mean it!” his words came out a bit too forcefully, the underlying trauma replaying on his features. He still had bruises on various parts of his body, the dark shadows from troubled sleep carved into his features.
“And the last kid I came across who was your size jumped into a pit of spikes and walked away unscathed. So sorry if I don’t assume things based on someone’s appearance.” he snapped. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the words she had picked, but his voice cracked slightly. He hated this. He hated that she was right. Maybe he would stay up here until Jude came back. If only the girl would walk away...
OOOH, mystery guy had some bite to him. Elke looked unimpressed for the most part from where she stood below, with her hands jammed in the back pockets of her dirty jeans.
"You could try." She interjected quietly between his words. One dark eyebrow lifted as he went on and on, clearly upset about something.
"Yeah, and when someone comes for you, you just gotta be better than them. They wanna kill you? Put a knife in their eye before they get the chance."
She shifted on her feet as her clones got up and joined her, looking thoroughly shamed.
"From my perspective all I see is an easy target hanging around out of reach because he thinks it will save him." She glanced at the bottom of the furniture he was on, calculating in her head how much force would be needed to tip it right over.
"For example. What are you gonna do to stop me from knocking your perch over with you on it?" She pulled her hands out and cracked her knuckles, which probably looked a little silly seeing as she was a ten year old.
Tilt...the perch...over. ”You want to push this over to prove a point? What is wrong with you?!”
He looked over her head, planned a trajectory, and jumped. He hit the ground with his back legs, managed a rather clumsy tuck and roll, and slid backward on his tail the last couple inches. Okay, it looked cool to start and tooootally failed in the end. That didn’t matter. He was facing down either a very disturbed child or a very young serial killer. His adrenaline was racing now and he did not like the way she was facing him. ”What, you just carry around knives to stab people too? They teach that here? Self defense is one thing but killing people is totally different!”
He stood, back legs ready now to either defend himself or run. Run looked to be the primary option. But her words kept hitting nerves and he felt...angry. Zaid didn’t know the last time he felt like this. Emotions kept rolling inside him, memories and trauma seeping to all edges of his brain. She assumed everything about him. He was an easy target. He couldn’t defend himself. She was a tiny child and still made an effort to make him miserable.
"A lot of things, probably, but I don't think that should be your main concern right now." She was gonna do it, too. She placed her hands on the furniture and got into position to push--
He jumped. Woo, that landing though. She actually cringed at him, then abandoned upturning the furniture in favor of facing him down again. Both her twins flanked at her sides. Elke casually withdrew the knife she had tucked away under her shirt, in a sheath toward the back of one hip. It was on the smaller side, only a few inches long, but looked sharp enough to do exactly what she had mentioned doing. She flipped it once and caught it by the tip of the blade, expression shifting into a shit eating grin. "Dude, out there on the streets people come for other people all the time. Someone's always got better stuff than you, or more food, or they just look different. If someone comes at me like that you had better believe I will place the importance of my life above theirs."
She watched as he stood, sliding one foot out into a comfortable enough position that she could be ready if he actually did come at her. "They didn't teach me that here, either. This place is full of idealistic @#$%&$. I learned what I know out there on the streets." Absently, she thought about flinging the knife past him. Far enough away that she was sure enough to miss, but close enough to spook him more.
...Nah. He looked ready to jump out of his skin with her just verbally threatening him.
"What would you do right now to stop me if I decided I wanted to hurt you? Sure, you're bigger... but it's three against one, and i've got a knife." She waited and stared, expecting an answer.
She...had a knife. Holy f***in' stars. Zaid felt his eyes widen like two saucers, trying to stop his nose from quivering. Why? Why did things have to happen to him like this? Was he just a magnet for trouble? He glanced from one girl to the other's, noting the two followers seemed to react to a certain degree. Only the main one was armed. Could he tackle one and use them to shield himself? Should he just run for it? Should he scream for help. No, that was a blow to his pride he would never recover from. He already had so much shame and frustration built up inside, this was threatening to push it over. His ears dropped, and he hung his head. It was as good as admitting defeat.
"I wouldn't be able to stop you if you wanted to hurt me, okay?" He looked up at the ceiling to try and stop angry tears from springing to his eyes. Damn. Damn it all. It was like a thousand pieces of himself shattering in all directions, and he was just trying to keep them together. This stupid kid just hit all the right nerves, jabbed every painful raw emotion in his body. "Maybe you lived on the street where you learned to survive like that. I didn't get that. I can kick you, I can jump over you, I can run. That's it, okay? So if you decided to stab me, you would do the same as everyone else, and there is nothing I could do to stop you. That's the whole f***in' problem."[/color]
He was an adult with bunny ears, and a bunny tail, and was a walking trouble magnet who could do absolutely nothing to defend himself. He felt exhausted, completely drained with just the idea of existing right now. He wished Jude would come back. And he wished he wouldn't. He couldn't rely on someone else to continue to save him when things went wrong. He needed to find a way to do that himself.
She smacked the clone with the back of her hand and ignored the sharp pain that lanced across her face from the action.
This dude was pretty pathetic. But, if she was going to base anything off of that leap he had done, he had some potential. It took decent muscles to jump like that.
"You're wrong." She said it in such a bored tone, flipping her knife again as she tilted her head in the other direction. "There's plenty that you could do to stop me."
She started moving toward him at a lazy pace, as if sudden movements would make him jump for it again. "There are a ton of ways to disarm someone who's trying to stab you. Sometimes it's as easy as stepping to the side and deflecting the wrist."
She wasn't gonna hurt him, contrary as to what it might seem. She had caught that flash of a tail and knew he was mutant, just like her. With an exaggerated sigh, the ten year old sheathed her knife and crossed her arms in front of her.
"You need to get it out of your head that you can run. Humans target the ones like you because you look fluffy and weak. You need to learn how to break someones elbow if they try and stab you again, or else you won't be here very long in this city." She turned to nod her head back towards her stolen room, a silent signal for her twins to head on it. Then she turned to look at the guy again.
"Want me to show you a few things so you won't be an easy target anymore?" The clones filed past them whispering to each other loudly about what they thought was going on. The Boss, as they called her, clearly had something in mind. Did they have a pet bunny now?
Great, even swearing seemed to be comical to these kids. This was why he avoiding cussing in the first place. Stars, what was the point? He remembered talking to a girl not so long ago about how it was okay to be cute. She told him being cute was fine and it didn't mater. Why did it still feel like a bad thing then?
She came closer and for a moment he really thought she would take a swing at him. At least the school had a doctor, right? Then, she put it away. He paused, considering what she had said while trying to terrorize him. The wrist? Could he actually grab someone's wrist without getting cut? That sounded awful tricky and he seemed to be clumsy at the best of circumstances.
The other advice seemed even stranger. "Don't...run? Evasive maneuvers are really the only advantage I have ever used. The problem isn't looking fluffy and weak, the problem is being fluffy and weak." he felt exasperated, rubbing a hand against his forehead. He was feeling frustrated, which at least let his ears bounce back a little. They weren't quite as droopy now.
"All my strength is in my legs, how the heck do you think I'm going to break an elbow?" He questioned. She was crazy, but he wasn't above listening to advice from crazy kids. If anyone could help him right now, he would accept in a heartbeat. He just had no other options left.
Then the tables turned more. She offered to teach him? He looked down at her, blinking in surprise. He already admitted he was cautious of her, and she managed to intimidate someone much bigger than her easily. That wasn't just because he was suffering from some serious PTSD either, she carried herself with body language that said she knew what she was doing. Zaid let his hand drop, a puff of air escaping his mouth.
"If you really think it would help, I would be willing to take anyone's advice at this point. But unless it involves kicking someone between the legs or biting, my current arsenal of self-defense has pretty much been witnessed by you."
She huffed through her nose. He wasn't getting it. Her brows pinched in annoyance.
"Dude, just shut up for a second and get out of your own head." She spread her arms out at her sides, show casing how much smaller she was. Even if she had been working on building up some muscle mass in the last few weeks, it was going to take her a long while before she was where she wanted to be.
"Do I physically look like I should be walking down halls in the middle of the night harassing people bigger than me? Do these arms look like I can punch someone hard enough to knock them off their feet?" She curled her fingers into a little fist. She had always been the runt of her family. Outrageously small for her age, and definitely too small to match the spirit trapped inside of her.
"I can't with how small I am. I can't hit hard enough for it to hurt on it's own, so I have to be creative. You have to get creative. Play dirty. Go for weak spots. Use your fluffiness to catch people off guard to the point that they can't get up again to try and hurt you."
She side stepped him, heading back to her room and waving lazily for him to follow.
"Anyone can break a wrist if you use enough force in the wrong direction. Bones are surprisingly easy to break if you know the weak points."
Her stolen room had been... uh... modified, to say the least. She had pushed the beds all the way across the room and given herself and her twins enough space to romp around as they pleased. There was graffiti tagged on one wall that seemed to throw some shade at the X's, and a few empty cans littered on the ground in one corner.
She expected him to follow, but really, it was still his decision.
"Only way to fly is by spreading your wings, Peter Rabbit."
Zaid was annoyed. She was annoyed. They were on the same page at least. Maybe he was stuck in his head, but after being psychologically manipulated into feeling helpless, he was struggling to bounce back. She wasn’t very big. Heck, scrawny could probably be used to describe her if you didn’t mind getting punched in the nose. But she was right, at least. He had seen movies emphasizing the weak points on a person. S.I.N.G. But actually executing those moves? He never thought he would need to.
Reluctantly, Zaid followed her. The room certainly had a flair that matched this kid’s attitude. He wrinkled his nose and coughed at the spray paint stench. Aces, that was awful. Times like this made him wish he had a normal sense of smell. ”Just to be clear, no one is actually getting their wrist broke here. Because DocProf just healed me and I’m pretty sure he would have strong words if I was back because if something stupid.”
Now that they were in the secluded space, he kept a ready stance. He may be weak but being a rabbit gave him a natural instinct to defend: He didn’t have to be taught how to carry his weight on his legs or where to stand to protect his back and leave an exist. In some days, he had the beginnings of good fighting, just lacking anything offensive to back it.[/b]
The child paused when the bunny man mentioned that he had been healed already. She hadn't seen anything physically damaged on him, though he very obviously carried himself in a way that spoke volumes for how people had treated him so far.
"What did you need to be healed for?"
If there was one thing that pissed her off more it was people @#$%ing with mutants. Especially visible mutants. Her clones sat themselves on the bed, until she pointed at one and wiggled a finger at it to join her. She directed the other to go close the door so that nosy adults wouldn't be able to poke their heads in and interrupt.
"I won't break your wrist, but I will probably break hers." The clone in question froze on the spot like a... well, a frightened rabbit, actually.
"I'm a duplicator. They are me, just really dumb versions. It's annoying. They melt after 24 hours so don't worry about them. They aren't really people."
They could argue that point, but they were honestly too afraid too.
Zaid froze when she asked why he had been healed. The color drained from his face at the memories. Yet she didn’t seem to ask out of insult this time, and he found himself answering. ”There have been...abductions, lately. Like you said, I was an easy target.” his face grew serious, more determined. As he bounced between fear and anger, anger once again won. Maybe it was because of the girl and her natural aggression, but he held onto it. He needed the energy right now.
Turning away from her, he pulled the hoodie off, his shirt sticking slightly to the fleece lining. Beyond his tail, the scars on his lower back were visible in the effort, until he yanked the t back down and set the jacket to the side. His arms had more bruising in stages of healing. He watched the clone shift unhappily, secretly sharing its unhappiness with this situation.
”They seem like they feel things, though.” he stopped before she could get upset. Better the clone than him, in the end. He had to box off areas of his soft heart if he wanted to do this.
”I’m Zaid...” he said after a pause. ”If you’re taking the time to help me, figure its better to have a name.” he decided.