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.
Zek casually pushed open the doors to the mansion and made his way in like he lived there. He didn’t actually live there, nah, he’d never live anywhere so garishly and decadently done up. Like seriously, it was like the interior decorators went to every European castle estate sale they could and bought everything.
But Zek wasn’t there to criticize the furniture or remodel it. That was what he did on Tuesdays. This was not a Tuesday. It was, however, the day before the Annual Indoctrination Festival of the Church of the Celestial Orb and if he wanted to make it to a Level Four Acolyte and receive a custom sacred cold iron tiara, he needed to get six more people to sign up to attend.
Which is why he had a box of fliers. Zek had made them himself. Well, actually he’d taken all of the church’s fliers (to crush the competition of course) and he’d upgraded them to look better. Now the flyers, in addition to the boring details about when and where the Annual Indoctrination Festival was going to be held and how much aluminum foil you needed to bring, they also now had swathes of silver glitter glued onto them and had little stick-person cartoons to represent the Transcendental Dematerialization Ray Ascendency theology.
He was pretty proud of himself.
Zek made a detour to the kitchens and snagged himself one of Sammie-poo’s frozen steaks, which he then proceeded to sear to perfection. Spearing it on a giant fork, Zek then proceeded to march around the mansion, sliding fliers under doors, pressing them into the hands of everyone he passed by, and taping them all over walls and furniture, including the forehead of a guy he found sleeping in some cozy nook.
Zek figured the guy wasn’t doing anything else with his face so he might as well use it for advertising.
And Zek continued eating his delicious, juicy steak.
Sleep was increasingly hard to come by these days. Which meant Mirror was getting better and better at getting it any time, anywhere, at a moment's notice. He sometimes wondered if this was what college would have been like if he had not skipped the thing. Maybe with more booze. And fewer diapers. But who knew what kids were into these days.
One particular kid was not into sleeping. Teething, maybe? Iris was definitely not into taping things to dad's face yet, though, so when someone stuck something to Gawain's forehead, he jolted awake in confusion, whiskers and ears twitching. The fox mutation Iris had graced him with (which definitely looked cuter on Becca and darn right adorable on the baby) had not worn off yet. Which meant Gawain could not have been asleep for more than a few minutes.
Dammit.
"Hey!" Gawain sat up in the armchair he'd passed out in, looking around. The piece of paper in his hands resembled kindergarten artwork. With glitter. Gawain's fox nose twitched again. "Glitter? Really? What the hell, dude?"
Who on Earth - on in the Mansion - would be cruel enough to mess with a new parent?
Zek crouched down to slide another masterpiece under a door. That finished, he summoned a ball of shimmering scarlet light and dropped it into his now-empty box, which suddenly wasn’t empty and was filled with another stack of fliers. He was above done with the doors in this corridor, so maybe it was time to start with some wall art.
Absently taking some bites from his steak-kebab, Zek stood up and straightened his black trench coat before starting to tape some fliers in a rough triangle formation, completely covering up a few other fliers and a potentially-expensive and one-of-a-kind painting. There, now the mansion could have real art!
He glanced back as he was yelled at. “Technically we don’t acknowledge any hells, only the hungry jaws of Haggendahs the Devourer,” he counter yelled at the foxy dude. “Also, could you put the flier back on your face? I need the publicity.”
Zek went back to covering up the wall with his fliers. The glittery pyramid was really starting to take shape!
It took Gawain to recognize the dude once he turned to talk. But only a moment. (Even with the sleep deprivation). Once he did, he glanced at the flyer again. Then back up at the guy. Zack.
"Oh, no. Oh, heeell no. Nah-uh." he shook his head, scrambling up from the armchair. Damn, his tail had fallen asleep. That was not going to be fun, it being all floppy and tingly. He tried to strike a determined pose anyway.
The last thing he needed was for the weird tinfoil group to infiltrate the Mansion. Mutant kids and cults never mixed well, and there was no free patience to spend on this particular one.
Zek continued working to fill in the pyramid. He’d run out of the clear tape so now he was using duct tape, which in retrospect, was way better because it was already silver and therefore color-coordinated. There was soon a shiny, glittery pyramid covering up an ugly wall and its tacky art.
Lots of yelling alerted him to Foxface’s apparent refusal to acquiesce to Zek’s simple request. Ah well, he’d kinda figured it would be too good to be true. Using the guy as advertising probably wouldn’t have worked anyways. Did anyone even come down this hall? It was such an eyesore and kept making Zek’s shoes squeak.
And there was more yelling. At first Zek thought he was the target but then quickly realized he wasn’t. Some Zack girl or whatever. Zek didn’t spare Mr. Whiskers any more attention and just ambled on down the hall, slapping up more fliers at random heights and intervals. One or two were even upside down because he figured that could be eye-catching.
If the face had not been a giveaway, the attitude still would have been unmistakable. The guy went on vandalizing the Mansion walls as if Mirror was not yelling at him at all. Oh no. He was not going to start getting used to being ignored by people until Iris was a toddler, and that was like two years in the future.
Gawain marched forward, grabbing Zack by the shoulder to make him stop and turn.
"I'm talking to you. Whatever you think you're doing, your weird cult is not welcome here. Last warning."
Zek began to hum as he worked. Such a great day. Good art, good food, good outreach so he could level up in the cult. Everything was looking up. He ripped another bite off his steak. He was making excellent progress on it as well! He figured he might need to snag a second one before he left. Sam Antonio really had good taste!
Unlike whoever decorated the mansion. Seriously. Was that a legit suit of armor? Well now it has a flier over its face and
Zek whirled as a hand grabbed his shoulder.
“Whoa, man!” he said in surprise, totally caught off guard. “Not touchy touchy!” His hands came up and golden balls appeared as everything else fell to the floor. The cardboard box of glitter and paper practically exploded everywhere in front of Zek, and generally in the direction of Foxy Galore.
And then Zek no longer heard anything else the fuzzy man said for his eyes had locked onto something tragic.
There, on the floor between them, covered in glitter, was his steak.
Well, this guy was nothing if not overly dramatic. He dropped a box of glittery paper and stuff, and a... steak? Which he seemed very distressed about. He also made glowing things appear. Right. Mutant. Gawain took half a step back and dropped into a fighting stance on instinct. Wouldn't be his first time defending the Mansion from a cult. Or the last.
"Last time I saw you you managed to sic your weird cult on me and my baby. So, you've got five seconds to tell me what you're doing here, or we're gonna have a much bigger problem than glitter."
The lights winked out even as Senor Zorro fell into a dancing stance, but Zek wasn’t paying attention. His heart was not in the violence anymore, or even the vengeance. It was broken, broken into a million pieces and scattered like all the glitter.
“Steak….” he sniffed as he sank to his knees. Gingerly, carefully, hesitantly, he reached for the fork, which stood upright from the silver-shod steak, like some morbid impalement or sign of defeat. Zek took the fork and extracted it from the steak, allowing the utensil to clatter into the dust.
Zek closed his eyes and breathed in the steak, the last trace of it he’d ever experience again.
He let it fall through limp fingers, back to its glimmering grave. “May the dead gods watch over you…” he whispered.
And then he looked up as Dancy Man. He blinked. Nah, Zek didn’t recognize him although clearly the dude thought he recognized Zek and mentioned the cult and a baby. “You’ll have to be more specific than that, pal,” Zek said, carefully reaching into a sleeve for a towel to wipe him hands clean of the glitter-shot steakjuice covering his hands.
Okay so the dude was very upset about the steak. At least he was not going to attack anymore. Gawain relaxed his stance a bit, not sure, once again like the first time, whether Zack was hostile or just ten forks short of a full drawer. At least he was finally paying some attention to the conversation.
>>“You’ll have to be more specific than that, pal,”
Gawain blinked.
"Seriously? How many babies and moms did you sic cultists on in Central Park the past few weeks?" he blurted, not even sure he wanted to know the answer.
Zek wiped his hands as best he could to get rid of the glitter and juice. It wasn’t everything, but it would do for now. At least he could still smell his hands from time to time if he needed a reminder of those moments with the steak to be savored.
Now that the beach towel had most of his glitter, he vanished it away and got to his feet, where he screwed up his face in thought. “Three, I think,” he said after a moment. “Wait, you said just Central Park right? In that case four. But two of them didn’t count because apparently they were two kids and a monkey, one kid sitting on the other’ shoulders, in a trench coat.” That had been embarrassing for sure.
Then Zek heard the stuff that came before that. “Wait what? Babies and…” Zek stared suspiciously at Fox Dude. His eyes glanced down at a couple of key areas before looking up again. Didn’t look like a mom. THen again, Zek didn’t really know anything about fox anatomy. “Are you that fox I threw an apple at last week behind the ice cream store? Because if so I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”
>> “Three, I think. Wait, you said just Central Park right? In that case four. But two of them didn’t count because apparently they were two kids and a monkey, one kid sitting on the other’ shoulders, in a trench coat.”
Yup, that was an answer Gawain definitely 100% did not need to hear. As weird and surreal this whole encounter was, it was going to get more sinister if it turned out to be masking a legit streak of human sacrifice. Or kidnapping.
>>“Wait what? Babies and… Are you that fox I threw an apple at last week behind the ice cream store? Because if so I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”
It took Gawain another moment to realize he was not only the wrong gender, he was also wearing fox features. He sighed, ears flattening in annoyance.
"No, I'm the mom you threw a cultist at." That probably did not help. "... I'm a shifter. And you, you are nuts. And I don't want you in the same building as my kid. So. Let's circle back to what you're doing here and how you got in."
Yeah, that description definitely did not help at all. “So you’re a mom who turns into a fox man? Is that right?” Zek said. He scratched his head and only belatedly remembered the glitter. Oh well, too late now. He kept scratching. He thought he had it worked out by now. “Congrats on finding your truth. But like, I’ve never seen you before sooo….”
Zek stopped scratching and shrugged. “I’d definitely remember a face like that. Not because you’re ugly, I mean, you are pretty ugly, but I meant your face would really stick out. And not just because of your giant snout. I think you have me confused with somebody else.” Zek just had one of those classic oh-my-dead-gods-he’s-so-handsome faces and they were continuously confusing him for famous celebrities and models and such. It was such a burden sometimes.
He cocked an eyebrow at Mama Fox Man. He glanced down at the fliers on the floor, then the ones on the walls on both sides of the hallway. He dropped a golden light to the floor and after making a crimson light flash, a stack of fliers were now in his hands. “I’m here to pass out these fliers. Duh,” he said, pushing them at Mister Fox-Mom. “And I came in through the door. How did you come in?”
Then his eyes lit up. “OH oh oh, do you guys have a secret entrance?!?!”
There was glitter everywhere. That was going to be a pain in the ass to clean up. Maybe it would be a good detention task for some student. Once this guy was well away from the school, that is. First things first.
>>“So you’re a mom who turns into a fox man? Is that right? Congrats on finding your truth. But like, I’ve never seen you before sooo… I’d definitely remember a face like that. Not because you’re ugly, I mean, you are pretty ugly, but I meant your face would really stick out. And not just because of your giant snout. I think you have me confused with somebody else.”
Gawain groaned. He was sleepy, and increasingly frustrated.
"I was green. And you tried to convince your cult that I was some kind of an alien goddess. And I had to leave the freaking baby stroller behind to get away from your crazy."
Sometimes the shifting powers were very hard to explain. Especially since Iris added hers into the mix.
>>“I’m here to pass out these fliers. Duh. And I came in through the door. How did you come in?... OH oh oh, do you guys have a secret entrance?!?!”
The guy was some sort of teleporter. Gawain made a mental note to keep an eye on the hands. Before he could respond, there was a tingling sensation, and his fox features melted away. Oh thank god. Time was up.
"Well, we are taking these down right away. You're not going to recruit anyone from this school for your cult. You don't have permission, you are trespassing, and I'm pretty sure you should not be around minors at all. So. Out. Take all your crap with you."
Zek snapped his fingers. “Oh! Now I remember you! Yeah, you were one of the Emerald Visitors from the stars!” he gushed. This mansion was amazing! It was full of all these random people he’d met previously. Clearly the universe wanted him to keep hanging out here because this is where fun people lived!
“How’ve ya been?” he continued, not even blinking an eye as Dadmom lost his foxiness. “You look good, you look good. Well, now you do. Honestly, the whole vulpine effect is so 1782. Crazy time, right? But what have you been up to? We should catch up!”
“Oh I’m not trying to recruit anyone,” Zek explained. Good grief, could you imagine the competition if that were the case? That would greatly decrease the amount of available snacks at any given cult meeting. “I just need them to show up so I can level up. Besides, there will be free food!” He said that bit like it was the greatest thing in the world.
Because it was. It worked on him, that’s how he started going to the meetings in the first place. And maybe he could get Mama Dad to come along! And bring the kid! If he could bring them, maybe he could convince them to turn green again. He’d probably level up twice or maybe even three times if that happened! They might even hold a banquet for him!
“Also, why couldn’t I be around miners? You know how hard they work in those mines, digging away all day, already isolated from most of society? And now you want to exclude them even more from other people? Shame on you, Faux Fox! Shame!”