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.
Syn’s description of the Xmen didn’t match up with Katrina’s prior knowledge of them. Calley had told her that the Xmen practiced killing human shaped robots. Now Syn was saying that they were the protectors of humanity. Katrina’s head was whirling with the conflicting information. She wasn’t sure what to believe.
Then the conversation turned toward Katrina and her powers.
>>>"So, Katrina would you mind if I asked what you are capable of?"
Syn asked one of those types of questions that teenagers love to take literally, even when they know it wasn’t meant that way.
“I wouldn’t mind at all if you asked,” Katrina responded, wide eyed with a voice full of innocence. She waited to see how Syn would react to a little preteen flippancy.
Katrina's response was less than expected. Then again, she is a young girl. That was something Syn could relate to. "Very well then. Please tell me what you can do my dear Katrina." All Syn could hope was that the girl had a power that might be put to some use.
Katrina thought to herself that Syn really needed to be more specific in her questioning. She obviously wanted to know what Katrina's mutant abilities were, but she had only asked what she could do. Well, Katrina could do a lot of things that had nothing to do with being a mutant. While she really wanted to list off her hobbies as things she could do, she thought she had already tried poor Syn's patience and she had dealt with it rather well, even if she hadn't made her question more specific.
She decided to goo halfway on her answer. "I can play oboe, fold origami animals, and turn invisible. What is your mutant power?" Katrina wriggled around in her arm chair to get comfortable and raised her eyebrows with a questioning look. She waited to see how trusting Syn was in telling strangers about her powers. Katrina had actually been wondering for awhile what this mysterious lady could do. Katrina knew what the powers of most people in the resistance were because she kept ending up at meetings where everyone shared that information, but Syn hadn't been at any of those types of meetings. Was she one of the mutants that was fighting for the resistance, or was she one of the ones seeking refuge with the resistance?
Musical talent and paper folding didn't hold any interest what so ever. The words vanished into the air but turning invisible, that held some interest. Syn remembered back to the battle at KP. The one called Fade was able to become invisible as well, but is that all this girl could do? The way she answered Syn's question was borderline smartass. So, Syn decided to answer Katrina's question in a much different way.
Smiling and scooting to the front edge of her own seat Syn had already begun releasing her pheremones. As usual she stalled for a bit to ensure the girl was unaware of what was happening as well as allowing time for her power to take hold. "Turning invisible is a pretty useful ability." Syn looked around briefly to ensure no one else was in the room. No one else was present so Syn continued. "I have the power to help people tell the truth. It's also a useful ability. So why don't you tell me what all your mutant powers are Katrina?"
>>>"Turning invisible is a pretty useful ability."
Katrina suddenly got the feeling that Syn didn't appreciate middle school sarcasm. Her smile was a little too sweet. Something smelled sweet, too, but Katrina couldn't put her finger on it. She stopped figiting and stared at Syn in facination, utterly oblivious to what was happening to her.
>>>"I have the power to help people tell the truth. It's also a useful ability. So why don't you tell me what all your mutant powers are Katrina?"
"The truth?" She was feeling a little foggy. Her senses weren't working properly. There was a sweet smell, but there wasn't anything in the library but old books, and they shouldn't be smelling sweet.
"I don't tell you because I'm not sure that I can trust you yet," Katrina responded. It was the truthful answer to Syn's question. Katrina continued to stare at Syn, entranced. She hadn't noticed before how green Syn's eyes were. They were like pools of molten emeralds. One could drown in them, singing the truth all the way down.
"You can trust me Katrina. I want to be your friend so I'd like to know more about you. Specifically what all your mutations are so that way I'll know if I need to stand back from you or if I'll be safe when you use them." Syn's tone was very calm and reassuring. Under normal conditions one might be a little leary of the statment but possibly go along with it. However, this wasn't normal conditions as Syn was manipulating the scene to go in whichever diection she wanted.
Katrina's eyes became slightly glazed over as the spell Syn wove around her became more complex. Who knew that the truth smelled like honey and trust smelled like freshly baked apple tarts? It would have made Katrina hungry if she hadn't been glued to her chair by the sudden desire to tell all of her secrets to her friend Syn. She felt that all the secrets she had kept bottled up inside were ready to come spilling out the moment Syn requested to hear one.
>>>"I want to be your friend so I'd like to know more about you. Specifically what all your mutations are so that way I'll know if I need to stand back from you or if I'll be safe when you use them."
Katrina tried to put Syn's request in order in her head. She wanted to know more about her. She said that one first, but she specifically asked if she'd be safe around Katrina when she used her powers. Katrina's head felt too foggy to sort out all the information, so she decided to combine all of Syn's requests for information at once.
"I'll show you," Katrina responded dreamily. "Don't worry, you'll be perfectly safe." Katrina turned and pointed toward the center of the room. "Watch."
As Katrina began to spin an illusion, all of her memories fought to be first. All of them wanted to make themselves known to Syn, but Katrina didn't have time for them all. Some were stronger than others, and naturally won out.
Katrina's parents walked out from behind one of the book shelves, telling her she'd have to go to a new school. Then she and Syn were sitting next to each other in the limo, saying goodbye to her mother as the mansion loomed over them through the window. Then it was dark and there were noises of gunshots and crashes from below. The police officer's face that hadn't found her loomed in front of them, then his boots as he walked away.
Katrina was getting tired and dizzy. Combining visual and sound in her illusions was still dificult, but Syn had wanted to know everything that she could do. She had to continue. The images came faster now. There was Hunter, smiling down as he played violin. There were her two friend from back home, running away as she chased them in a game of tag. There was Calley, folding peace cranes for the Christmas tree. There was her teddy bear in the hallway as she shot darts at it. There was her horse, drinking from the pond at night, the moonlight gleaming off his cream coat. There were a dozen other memories, flashing so fast now that they were unrecognizable.
Katrina covered her eyes and sank into her chair trying to block the light. The images faded away. She was dizzy from the light and the sweet smells and over use of her powers. If she hadn't stopped then, she probably would have fainted. Even a few weeks ago she would have fainted. It seemed thast the practicing was paying off. Katrina pressed her palms into her eyes.
"That's all," she said. Her own voice sounded thunderously loud and she curled tighter in her chair. Her head felt like it would crack open.
Syn was delighted when Katrina said she would show what she could do. It didn't take long either. Visions began appearing here and there. Some were just people while others transformed the room's appearance entirely.
A smile snaked it's way over Syn's red lips even though she wasn't exactly sure if these were illusions or if Katrina was broadcasting the scenes into Syn's brain and making them all seem real. Either way it was an impressive display. Just before the visions stopped they were flooding in fast and furious. It was making Syn blink more rapidly than normal as her eyes tried to adjust to the various sights.
Finally when all was back to normal Syn looked to the curled up girl as she held her head. Moving to her knees she knelt infront of Katrina and caressed her head as well. "No need to over exert yourself my sweet. I think you got a little carried away." Syn spoke in such a way to make it seem as if Katrina's powers got the best of the girl on accident. So, Syn was now calming the younger girl. "Rest for a moment."
Syn sat next to her and stroked her hair. A feeling of calm was spreading over Katrina, bringing down the pressure of her blood racing through her brain.
>>>"I think you got a little carried away. Rest for a moment."
Katrina looked up at Syn through the veil of blonde hair that had fallen over her eyes. There were flashes of images at the corners of Katrina’s vision, things she saw out of the corner of her eyes that weren't really there, but she focused on Syn’s green eyes until they went away again. They looked like her mother’s eyes, in a different color, but that was just her imagination.
After a few minutes of sitting quietly, Katrina was feeling a little better. "Thank you for making me feel better."
What would help her the most now was food. Like the box of graham crackers she had left for Calley, hidden between two books in the human anatomy section. Anatomy- for stomachs.
"Just a second," Katrina wiggled out of her and went to retrieve the crackers. She returned to her chair, munching one of them and offered the box to Syn. "Do you want one? I always get hungry after I use my powers."
Syn smiled when Katrina thanked her for helping to calm the girl down. "I'm glad I could help." The girl certainly had an interesting power. It was definitely something that could be very useful. Syn couldn't help but wonder if Katrina just imagined the things she created or if the girl had seen the people and places in person.
While Syn was somewhat lost in thought Katrina scooted off the chair and retrieved a box. When the girl returned Syn could see it was a box of graham crackers. Then Katrina offered some of her crackers. "Why thank you." Syn took one of the crackers and nibbled on it as she watched Katrina. "Does using your power take that much out of you that you have to eat after every use?"
“It helps me get my energy back,” Katrina answered truthfully before biting off the corner of one of her crackers. She was unsure if she always had to eat, but she had made a habit of eating after using her powers because she usually practiced before lunch when she would be hungry anyways. The bit of food was already helping dispel the last remnants of her headache and she now felt completely calm and at ease with the older girl, as if they had been friends forever. The calming feeling was the most powerful feeling now, but it complemented Katrina's desire to tell the truth rather than overshadowing it. Now in addition to wanting to blurt out her secrets, it felt safe to do so, which made it even more compelling to tell Syn everything. It didn't mean that she felt safe from other people knowing those secrets though.
“Don't tell anyone else though, okay?” Katrina requested, “About my powers, I mean. There are a lot of untrustworthy people out there who might do bad things to me if they found out. I heard a story about someone who was locked up when they were a kid just because of their powers. They were tested on and all sorts of bad things. I'm afraid that might happen to me too, so that's why I only tell people about the invisibility part.”
Placing her hand on Katrina's Syn smiled sweetly and spoke in a reassuring manner. "Don't worry about that. I won't say anything." She finished by also taking a bite of her cracker. It had been a long time since she had a graham cracker. In fact she too was roughly about Katrina's age when she last had one. Memories of her parents and her sister started popping into her head and for a moment Syn let the images make themselves known before shaking them from her head.
Syn promised to keep Katrina’s secret safe, which reassured her. Then Syn was quiet for awhile. It seemed she had no further questions for Katrina at the moment and was lost in her own thoughts. Katrina’s thoughts wandered as well. The memories of her parents were still fresh in her head. Most of the time she was able to go on with her daily routine without dwelling on them, but every now and then her thoughts returned to where she longed to be herself.
She didn’t want to admit it, but if she was to be as truthful to herself as she was being to Syn, she had to admit to herself that she really wanted to go home. Mondragon Labs had been a good place to stay; she’d made lots of friends and learned a lot about her powers and about herself. And she had certainly liked the break from school. There was a part of her that missed her house, and friends her age, and her horse, (and warm weather), but most especially her family. There were a lot of people to be with at the labs, but there were still times when Katrina found herself eating dinner alone in the canteen or getting ready for bed by herself with no one to check on her or say good night. At home she never had been this lonely. Her parents had been busy people, but they had always made time for her.
Katrina wondered if it would ever be like that again now that her father had flat out rejected her. There was no getting around it. Things had changed. Maybe she’d live at Mondragon Labs forever. It wouldn’t be so bad, but it wasn’t the same as having a family.
Katrina finished her second graham cracker and reached into the box for another one and nibbled it carefully.
“Do you ever get lonely?” she finally asked Syn. Now that Syn had stopped asking her questions, some of her own natural curiosity had returned. She was wondering if the older girl missed her own parents or ever got to see them.
"Yes, there are times when I get lonely. I try not to let it happen very often though." Most of the time Syn was interacting with others from her brother or his clones to other mutants. In fact she had only opened up her emotions to Omen when she shared her room with the blue skinned girl. Otherwise Syn made herself appear to be rock solid. She had to make herself that way. How else was she to be seen by those she was to lead or conquer?
"I get lonely sometimes at the Labs," Katrina confessed. "Most of the kids from the mansion are high school age and their only interested in dating each other, playing computer games, or working out in the training rooms. And the older ones always disappear all the time."
Katrina shrugged, then glanced around the library. She let her eyes trace the familiar lines of the bookshelves and tables, fireplace and arm chairs. The oddly sweet smells seemed to have faded away for the most part and Katrina could again sense the smell of the ancient papers in equally old bindings. She really did like the library. She felt more at home here than anywhere else in the labs (except perhaps the music room). The library felt safe and cozy, unlike the stark, purely functional quality of the other rooms. Katrina felt like nothing bad could ever happen to her in the library. Somehow the magic of the room would keep her safe.
"So, where do you live?" Katrina asked, curiosity fully restored, "I mean, when you're not part of the resistance? Do you live on your own, with your family, or what? Do you have a job? What kinds of jobs can mutants do when they grow up?"