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.
Petunia’s hand was snatched before the tips of her fingers could quite reach her spider. Let alone get close enough that her digit could wiggle and grab her eight legged, lunch box wielding, companion. The smile melted away and her lower lip poked out, a hair in front of her upper lip. Her out stretching fingers made a fist, and she tried to yank her wrist out of the man’s grip.
“Let-Go-Of-Me!” Petunia said in a low voice. Then the man started giving petunia orders and her smile returned across her face. She leaned in towards him, Staring up at his face. “I don’t get told what to do.” The smile spread into a wide grin.
Slowly the spider started crawling it’s way down the mans arm, to the and holding Petunia’s wrist. “I give orders, and when I don’t get my way, My friends show up and get my way for me. My friends are very persuasive, So-Let-Go.”
She gave another yank against the man’s grip. Throwing her entire body weight, that really couldn’t be much seeing as she stood just over 4 feet tall.
Posted by ashbrooks on Aug 17, 2008 12:30:26 GMT -6
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The girl's smile disappeared as she felt Ash's hand close around her wrist before she tried, and failed, to pull away. Not very surprising, she was a tiny thing. Not that he was holding her wrist tight enough to hurt her, but it was tight enough.
Then the smile reappeared as the spider crawled down his arm and onto hers as she told him that she didn't get told what to do. "Well you're being told now," he told her simply, his tone very matter of fact. Maybe he had been right with his initial thought, that she was a spoiled rich kid; that would explain why she wasn't told what to do.
She had persuasive friends, did she? Ash's eyebrows raised at this. It was brighter than Ash would have preferred for this, but it seemed this girl needed some sense scared into her, but there were some definite shadows in around the photo booth they were standing quite near. It was tight fitting them in, but as Ash kept his eyes on the girl in front of him, his hand still clasped around her wrist even as she seemed to throw her entire weight against him, he formed three shadow people in the shadows beside the booth.
"Honey, you're not the only one with friends," Ash drawled, inclining his head toward his shadows, his eyes still focused on on the girl in front of him.
He had friends too? Petunia’s brow furrowed and her head tilted. That smile seeming to melt again as her lips relaxed. “Imaginary? Or real?” ok, so Petunia’s friends were sort of both in that they were real bugs, and she created real bugs, but it was her imagination that told them what to do and how to think. Not that they did that much thinking when her will took over.
His head inclined and Petunia’ inclined in the same direction, imitating his, before slowly turning to the side to look at what he was silently indicating to her. “Oh Cool!” She said admiring the shadow people. Her wings flicked out from under her coat, giving a quick buzz of excitement, and surprise, before disappearing again.
She gave the shadow people a little wave and kissed the palm of her hand. Where her lips met on her own skin, it wiggled, before the pours stretched over a pair of large wings and a large lunar moth wiggled it’s way to freedom, sitting happily on her palm, before she blew it, and the kiss, at the closest shadow.
The moth fluttered on Petunia’s breath for a moment before it’s flight path straightened and it circled the shadow man, moving to it’s back where it tried to perch, so that it looked like the shadow man would have wings. “He’s pretty now.”
Posted by ashbrooks on Aug 17, 2008 19:21:21 GMT -6
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As he heard the girl's question, Ash felt himself tense momentarily. Wasn't that a good question, were his 'friends' real or imaginary? The shadows he made them out of were real, that was a definite, but they weren't really tangible. At least they weren't until he made them corporeal enough to actually be felt and to touch.
When she finally looked over, Ash was shocked and surprised by the reaction she gave. Cool, cool? Ash blinked at her, no one had reacted that way to his shadow people before. And then he heard a buzzing sound from in front of him, sort of right from where this girl was standing, but Ash couldn't identify or place what it could possibly be.
As if that first reaction wasn't unexpected enough, this girl then raised her free hand. And waved at the three shadow people standing there. Then kissed her palm and went to blow the kiss toward them. As she was blowing, though, Ash saw something wiggling around on her hand.
At first, Ash thought it must have been that spider she had claimed; it had crawled back over to her and he hadn't paid attention to where it was since then. But then he saw the wiggling thing blow out into the air with her breath, and a second later spread its wings to start flying around his shadow people.
Ash's hand dropped from the girl's wrist as his eyes shot back to her. He wasn't naive, thinking there weren't others like him, but he hadn't exactly dealt with another mutant when he had been out in Dallas at night with his shadow people.
"He looked just fine before," Ash said, recovering from the shock. "Now are you going to put those quarters back?"
Petunia’s hand was dropped, and she gladly scooted a step away from the man and a step closer to the shadow people for closer examination. Circling the opposite way her moth had gone.
"He looked just fine before,"
“Well you’re a guy o you’d have no idea of good fashion for a shadow person.” Petunia Said. She now strolled around with her hand on her chin as if she were really thinking hard about what to do next. Ha! Yeah. With her imagination thinking really wasn’t that intense. It was the spontaneity of the thoughts that grabber her imagination. “How do you know He isn’t a She anyways?”
"Now are you going to put those quarters back?"
Petunia shook her head. “Nope.”
Ok what else did that first shadow person need to win the fashion show of the fashion people Petunia suddenly wanted to put on. A tiara? Every shadow person beauty queen needed a tiara. So Petunia scratched at the middle of her palm, and again her skin started to wiggle underneath. She started pulling something long and red out with several wiggling legs. A red centipede the length of her arm. She fashioned her centipede friend into a hoop, and it was placed on top of the first shadow person’s head, Little blue butterflies fluttered out from under Petunia’s collar to join the centipede in a abstract bug design using their different natural colors.
Posted by ashbrooks on Aug 17, 2008 21:46:39 GMT -6
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Ash watched as the girl stepped away from him the moment he had let go of her wrist. Only for her to walk even closer to the shadow people he had formed. She seemed absolutely amazed and very curious about them, not at all worried.
It didn't seem to matter what was going on, just about everything this girl did surprised Ash in one way or another. This time, it was her talk about fashion for shadow people. First, because she had used his own term for his creations without him having mentioned it, though in reality it wasn't that far of a leap to make since they were people shaped and made out of shadows. But secondly, and probably more surprising, she was talking about fashion for them. Why in the world would they need fashion, of any kind? They were shadows.
And another shocking statement: how did he know it wasn't a she? "They're not even alive," Ash explained slowly, as if it should be completely obvious and couldn't believe that this girl didn't understand that. "I just form them to look like that, and I don't form them as girls."
But then with a scratch, Ash saw another wiggling in her hand. As she started pulling something out, Ash couldn't stop the disgusted shudder that went through his body. She pulled a centipede out of her hand. Really, what was that, even if she was a mutant?
Ash had had enough of this nonsense when he saw the petite young woman looping the centipede into a circle and reaching out to set it on the head of the shadow person in front of her. The bug crown only sat on its head for a couple seconds before Ash took the substance out of his shadow people; they still appeared to be there, could still be seen clearly, but like normal shadows, had nothing solid to them and the bugs that had been sitting on and clinging to the shadow fell to the floor.
"Will you stop playing around and clean up this mess?" Ash asked, though his eyes darted down to the centipede now on the floor. Bugs were one thing, but centipedes just creeped him out with all those legs.
“Well that’s a not very nice thing to say about your friends.” Petunia replied.
"I just form them to look like that, and I don't form them as girls."
“How antifeminist of you. Can you make a shadow Pegasus?”
Yeah. Petunia really should be concerned when she is being told what to do by someone who can pull shadow people out of thin air. But part of her mutation was her connection with insects. Yes they did her bidding, but they had an influence on her thought process too, and you know how idiotic moths just love touching fire. How mosquitoe risk their lives just for a drop of blood. Think like a bug, if you think your mind can take that, and a person might just understand the thought process of pix. How her mind buzzed from one subject to the next, yet she could obsess about one thing. Life is just too short, and Pix had the power to make herself happy and get her way.
The shadow she had decorated so far, let his tiara and his wings fall to the floor where the bugs began scurrying around the floor at petunia’s feet. Between her and the man with the interesting accent. Hmm tat centipede seemed to strike a sort of cord with him. So the centipede slowly began making it’s way closer to him. If he didn’t move his feet it would rest on his shoe.
"Will you stop playing around and clean up this mess?"
“No. I’m providing job security for someone else here at the mall by leaving a mess. See? Circle of life.“ Petunia was starting to get board. Suddenly her nails became more interesting than shadow men that weren’t solid enough to hold her bugs on their heads. Still she was watching the man with the interesting accent out of the corner of her eye.
Posted by ashbrooks on Aug 20, 2008 17:56:50 GMT -6
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A shadow Pegasus? Ash's eyes darted between the dark haired girl and his shadow people, then back to her. A shadow Pegasus? Of all the things that she could have asked about, why had she decided to ask if he could form a shadow Pegasus?
About the one thing she said that actually didn't surprise Ash was that she wasn't going to clean up the mess she had made by breaking into the photo booth to get a single quarter back. Why would she want to clean it up, she already seemed to have lost interest in the shadow people now that they weren't corporeal any more.
"I think they have enough to do without you adding to things," Ash told her, his eye still on the centipede that was steadily coming closer to his foot. Closer and closer it came. Ash would be damned if he let it actually touch him, or if he were to actually touch it to get it away from him. At least himself. So Ash made one of his shadow people more solid, more corporeal, and had him bend down to grab the centipede and toss it aside.
It was then that Ash saw the security guard saw the white and blue uniform walking up toward them. Ash's eyes turned back to the young woman in front of him. "I think we might have a bit of a problem coming here," he said as his mind raced to figure out how to talk his way out of the situation he had found himself in.
Petunia was listening… Sort of… The truth was that this man’s reactions to her little friends were more interesting. He seemed a little bothered by her centipede. Even getting one of his shadow dudes to pick the thing up for him. And just think Pix was called lazy when she made her insects tend to her garden for her. The centipede that was tossed to the side landed with a soft thunk. It’s many lags flipping in the air for a moment till it righted it’s body, rolling and circling around to the man’s other side, but this time rather than making a direct line to him, it made a wide circle, that got tighter like a shark circling in a seal in the water.
Now about the approaching security guard. Petunia turned around and gave him a big smile. Waving her hand with her little pinky finger stuck out to the side. “Hi there!”
Petunia began walking towards him, even though he didn’t look too happy. Mean while, with every one of her steps, insects spilled out from under her socks. Tiger beetles with green shells, More giant centipedes, and little daddy long leg spiders. All of witch, joined the one centipede as then began to circle the man with the interesting Accent. How many bugs could his friends toss aside for him at once?
(Apologies for the long wait. I ended up having an entire weekend trip last minute. I ended up helping my best friend with a business she is starting.)
Posted by ashbrooks on Aug 29, 2008 21:02:44 GMT -6
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This girl did not seem to have the reaction to the security guard that Ash would have expected her to have. Especially not after she had broken into the coin box of a photo booth. She just cheerfully said 'hi' and waved to him. Leaving Ash standing there as the security guard approached. With even more bugs now starting to circle him.
"I think it might be an idea to call the owner of this booth," Ash said, carefully stepping sideways out of the ring of bugs as he looked toward security guard. "And pest control would probably be a good idea too," he added. "I mean, this girl just tapped on it, and it popped open like that. Really, how's anyone supposed to make money if people do sloppy jobs like that?"
"I think it might be an idea to call the owner of this booth,"
“Yeah. I would have liked to talk to him direction about my terrible masterpiece made by this machine and the quarters.” Petunia held up her potatoe head picture that miraculously still wasn’t in the trash yet, for the security guard to see. “You see this picture doesn’t look a thing like me.”
The guard squinted at her picture. “But it’s supposed to be Mr. Potato head.”
“Exactly my point. It’s just pixilated.”
“It only costs a quarter.”
“And a quarter is good money.”
"And pest control would probably be a good idea too. I mean, this girl just tapped on it, and it popped open like that. Really, how's anyone supposed to make money if people do sloppy jobs like that?"
Petunia smiled politely as the big man with the interesting accent stepped sideways out of her bug circle. The bugs kindly made a space for his feet then changed where their circle was o that they could continue to circle him.
The security guard turned his attention to the photo booth, squatting down to get a closer look at the little door. “Huhh. Yeah that is odd. I’ll have to call that in.”
Petunia was staring at the back of the security guard’s neck. Her wicked smile spread further across her face. There was another wiggle around her arm, as the bug formed from the palm of her hand an she pulled it through the stretched pours of her skin. Another Giant red centipede. She liked these today. Then slowly as possible she raised the thing, over the open back collar of the guard’s shirt. Dangling it head first. A finger pressed to her lips, telling him to be quiet, as she looked to see the other man’s reaction.
Posted by ashbrooks on Sept 4, 2008 6:54:13 GMT -6
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Though the security guard didn't understand this girl's issue with the picture either considering it only cost a quarter. To be honest, Ash didn't exactly understand it himself, but at least the guard seemed to buy his story about the photo boot opening up like than when she had simply knocked on it. Well, that had been all Ash saw, even if she somehow had gotten the spiders in the booth to unlock it from the inside.
But then the girl was pulling another centipede out of her hand (*shudders*) as the security guard was crouching down to take a look at the now open photo booth.
Ash's eyes widened as he saw the girl lifting the centipede, dangling it over the security guard. And then she looked over at him; Ash shook his head. What in the world could she be thinking? Ash had already somehow talked this guy out of thinking they had actually broken into the machine, and here she was dangling a centipede over him?
Petunia stifled a giggle at the expression of the man with the accent. Mean while the security guard didn’t even notice her. “Excuse me sir.”
The security guard turned half way around. His eyes widened, and he tried to get up, scooting back on his palms and his butt. “Holy ****!”
“Sir, this thing was crawling on your did you know that?”
He shook his head so fast, that his hair flopped.
“I think you better go call about that exterminator.”
He looked between pix, who was still dangling the centipede, that was wiggling, and turning, back and forth. Legs flicking everywhere. Two problems. TWO! What did he do?