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.
Cafas noted his underwear were still on the kitty, by the fact they were not on the other side of the room. So he'd called his bluff... bugger. Cafas watched as his ear emerged, then his eye. It was quite adorable. Then the ear twitched and a single word left the mouth of Calley. Ever so polite he was, C.J. was half tempted to drink them both right in front of him. However his wetness was Cafas' fault so he held it out in offering. "You're welcome.'
'If he keeps doing that I'll have to keep him forever.'
C.J. sat down and looked at Calley closely. "Wanna get some popcorn and watch a movie?" The room could be cleaned later and more likely than not the cleaning staff had already cleared away the junk and sorted the actual stuff from the rubbish, so it wasn't like he was leaving a massive pile of trash in the hallway. Cafas sipped his own cocoa again and sniffed it deeply, taking in the delicious smell.
'Yup, I could live off this stuff, this and cup o' noodles.'
The kitty snatched the cocoa, and disappeared with it back into his cave. The eye and ear stayed out, suspiciously watching Cafas as Cafas watched him.
>> "Wanna get some popcorn and watch a movie?"
Popcorn, was it? A slow sip issued from the wet white tent. The black tail outside curled slowly upwards from the tip.
"Cafas," he said, "are you trying to get me naked and buttery again?"
Cafas looked shocked and offended at the eye and ear, although his own eyes remained as they had been. Kitty was a very suspicious kitty wasn't he, now now, that would not do. "Calley I assure you if I wanted to get you naked and buttery I'd ask directly, this is purely innocent." Cafas smiled innocently and stood up. "Come, let us watch movies in our towels."
'He's so trusting...'
Alchemist wondered what movie they aught watch as he waited for Calley to move. All jokes aside he was fairly sure he liked the shifter more than he liked anyone else around him. It was actually making his life quite awkward. He supposed he’d have to tell him eventually. Cafas had never thought of himself as that way inclined, but now that it was becoming more and more apparent he found himself quite comfortable with it.
’I dunno, maybe I’m just curious, maybe it’s a phase, or maybe it’s true, but either way I’m still the same old Cafas.’
>> "Calley I assure you if I wanted to get you naked and buttery I'd ask directly, this is purely innocent. Come, let us watch movies in our towels."
This. Did not make his ear unglue itself from his head. Slowly, though, Calley nodded. Because he was fairly certain that Cafas didn't try to drown him, and that he wouldn't do it again. And that was a sign of friendship. Maybe.
He slid off the chair, bare feet bare feet touching the ground again. They were human feet, except for the way the toes had reformed at the tips to house retractable claws; the same as his hands, really. He padded with sullen sulking suspicion behind Cafas, safe in his towel-shroud until they reached the living room. A wet boogeyman glare chased away a pair of the younger students from their Xboxing. Calley flopped onto a corner of the newly vacated couch. His other eye and ear slowly crept out of hiding. So did his hands, holding the cocoa. It was warm, in his hands and in his belly.
"What kind of movie?" He asked, one ear briefly flicking up before returning to its angry tilt.
Cafas watched the younger students scamper away from their game. There was always a bonus to having a wet cat man with you he supposed. Looking at the supply of watchables Alchemist started to browse. "I dunno, but anything without a plot but with gratuitous amounts of explosions tend to be fun. I suppose we could watch something with more substance if you want, but I wouldn't know where to find it. Don't suppose you want to watch the aristocats?"
'Hehe, one to Cafas.'
Cafas added it to the pile of choices and returned to the couch where he sat and handed the pile to Calley. "Pick one of those, alternately you could find something for yourself." Cafas thought the angry kitty look was adorable and felt the urge to pet Calley lovingly. He resisted that urge on grounds that his hand wished to stay attached to his body. A cleaning person entered the room and dropped the swords in front of him with an exasperated look before leaving again without saying a word. "Oh yeah, my bad, I do that a lot."
...Calley liked the Aristocats. As a kid. He hadn't actually seen it since his power manifested. Another ear twitched and laid flat again, as it was added to the stack, complete with mockery. He sipped his cocoa with a vengeance. Sip.
>> "Pick one of those, alternately you could find something for yourself."
As the cleaning staff glared at Cafas for him, Calley went through the selection. Gore, explosions, Bond, explosions, the Aristocats, Bond, explosions.
Calley picked explosions. He'd already seen the Bonds in question, and the gore seemed to advertise animal gore, as well. Psychopaths cutting up humans was one thing: psychopaths cutting up animals was crossing a line. He turned back over the stack, with his choice on top. His tail nestled itself in the warm crack where couch back met cushion. Calley shivered.
"I was promised popcorn," he demanded. "And a blanket."
His ears disappeared back under a fold of the towel, daring the Alchemist to call their lie as they crouched in the warm darkness.
Cafas noted the explosive choice and popped it in the disk tray of the x-box, which was perfectly capable of watching movies on. Closing it he turned to Calley. "So you were." The blanket was a fabrication, but he'd let it slide, after all, he'd almost drowned earlier. While the console attempted to handle this new development Cafas headed out of the room, leaving the controller with Calley on the couch. He put some popcorn kernels in the popcorn maker, turned it on and went to find a blanket. Returning to the cupboard he'd gotten the towels from Cafas pulled out the thickest blanket he could find.
'This ought to do.'
Grabbing another just to be safe Cafas returned to the kitchen, grabbed the bowl of popcorn, applied briefly microwaved butter to it and returned to Calley, sitting down on the couch next to him and offering him blankets. He kept the popcorn in his own lap, at least until the shifter was done with his blanketing. Cafas popped the tasty snack into his mouth and chewed it, savouring its flavour.
The blanket was large, purple, thick, and acceptable. Calley indicated his pleasure by promptly disappearing inside of it. The towel and his wet shirt emerged, a few moments later, and joined Cafas' swords on the floor. The boxers stayed on, thank you.
His black ears peeked back out, then the rest of his head, as he resettled his new tent for movie viewing. One foot hooked the Xbox controller, and dragged it into the folds. His toe started the movie.
Let the explosions begin.
His tail twitched contently on the cushions between them as the movie promptly delivered on its promise. Slowly, his ears peeled back up from his skull.
Cafas placed the bowl next to them and looked at Calley's tent. It did appear warm. He took the unused blanket and added an extra layer, just to be safe. Then he instantly regretted it. Apparently someone saw fit to turn the aircon on. Cafas looked at the warm tent again. "Can I have some of that, it's a big blanket after all?" By this stage the movie was going pretty well, some buff guy had just shot some less buff guy and then blown someone up. Exactly like the box had depicted.
'This type of movie is fun and also worth a few laughs, I mean, they expect us to believe this stuff?'
Cafas continued to watch it as he edged closer to the blanket, discreetly moving cushions aside. He demanded warmth and closeness; after all, he'd saved his life and gone through a lot of effort to please that cat boy. Alchemist was now within one cushion of Calley, who, if he decided to share, would be hopefully unshocked and stuff. Another explosion went off on the telly. He hoped Caleb was feeling generous.
A wary ear tiled to keep track of Cafas' less-than-stealthy approach.
On the screen, Buff Man smugly stood in the falling ashes of That Building. Then, a dark shadow: the helicopter, bearing his nemesis appeared overhead. Cool Guy in Leather grinned, and adjusted his shades. Then he brought out the machine gun.
Heck yeah.
By the time the hero was hiding in Inexplicably Gorgeous Woman's cellar, Cafas had gotten much closer. The ear had failed to report this development. It was the tail that delivered the news: its twitching tip suddenly found an arm. It curled back, startled. The cat boy narrowed his eyes over at his creeping roommate.
Then, with a couldn't-care-less ear flick, he tossed over the side of the green blanket. Which was, for the record, his second layer. The purple blankie was all his. An impenetrable wall of soft fleece, separating him from Questionable Intents Man.
Speaking of which: Cool Guy in Leather was switching sides, to aid in the fight against Mutual Enemy. To show his sincerity, he blew up That Illicit Arms Factory. Awesome.
Cafas appreciated the blanket and curled it around himself. It was warm, and it was fluffy, all the best things in life. Although he was stuck with the choice of cold arms or no popcorn. If only he had a product that was like a blanket with arms. He sighed. He'd tried everything he could think of to ease the tension after the near drowning. his eyes shifted to a light brown colour. much like the colour of the wood used in pencils. Yes, he was a little sad that he’d upset Calley that much that not even cocoa could help it. Had he been a cat his ears would have been lowered and his face downcast.
' What can I do?'
Cafas had not ever had to deal with hostility he had any intention of getting past before, so he was rather unskilled in his attempts. He'd tried everything he could think of outside of gratuitous compliments... Maybe that was the trick. "You know you have very nice eyes, and your ears are awesome in this form." Yes, cats were vain, play towards that, now to see if it would have an effect.
Cool Guy in Leather was going on a martial arts rampage, defending the fallen Buff Guy, when Cafas spoiled everything.
>> "You know you have very nice eyes, and your ears are awesome in this form."
His ears--his 'awesome' ears--lay down so flat they nearly disappeared into the rest of his kitten fuzz. His eyes--his 'very nice' eyes--flashed towards his couch mate. Roommate. Whatever.
"You're not allowed to die," panted the Cool Guy in Leather, kicking Buff Guy in the side, "until I kill you."
"Why did you say that?" Calley asked. Because this, friends, was a valid question. Why did he--? Just why? "Why did you finger lick me when I was naked? Why have you been letting me stay in your room? Why are you... creeping under my blankets? Why didn't you mind when I--I kissed you?"
He is cheeks were red. Angry red. As opposed to that other red.
"You've got one hell of a conflicted conscience there, bud," Buff Man wheezed.
Cafas looked away. Why did Calley have to ask? Wasn't it bad enough that Cafas was already trying to make things better, without making them worse? He felt like crying. His face was glowing and his eyes were running through more colours per second than he had thought possible. He hadn't asked for this, he couldn't be blamed, and if he wanted to just be good friends without making things awkward what was wrong with that? He liked being close to his friends.
'Answer damn it.'
He was certain Calley hadn't said that but he looked back and answered anyway. "In order? Cos I've never wanted forgiveness before and I'm trying to figure out how to get it. Cos you were covered in butter and it looked tasty. Because I get lonely in there by myself and like the company. Because the mansion is cold and I'm still wet, an partly cos I find physical contact comforting. And. And..." He trailed off. This was the hardest part of all to say, it meant admitting it to himself and Calley. The reasons he had already given had been spoken in a suitably sad manner, and all had been true, but this one, this was going to take everything he had to say.
'Now or never.'
Cafas looked back to Calley, looked him straight in the eye, his own practically maroon. "And because I think I love you." They were the most difficult words he had ever spoken. Those few syllables took more effort of will than anything ever had before in his life, and there was no taking them back. He hated feeling so defenceless. He'd practically given Calley an all access pass to break his heart.
No, he didn't... with the physical contact... and the comforting--did Cafas have to say it that way?
No to his roommate's quiet tone, no to his seriousness, no to eye contact, and just--
Seriously? He'd said that? Seriously?
Calley had been loved by his mother. And his older sister. Not so much his dad. He had been loved maybe by Neena, who was cool, and by Katrina, who was cooler. He did not think Cafas meant that kind of love.
He had dated Isabel. He hadn't loved her. But she'd been fun, and she'd had fun with him, and that was all either of them had seemed to need.
This. Calley did not need this. No.
"I... need time to think," the cat boy said, edging out of his blankets. "I'm going to go get some actual clothes on, okay?" He continued to edge, right off the couch, and towards the living room door.
He turned back, once.
"I forgive you. I'll... be back. Okay? I'll be back."
Some of the same teens who had complained about dishes flying out of the window less than an hour ago saw a cat boy nimbly climb down, thankfully clothed in something a little more decent than his pajamas, now, though his feet were still bare. Without speaking to anyone, hands shoved in his pockets, he made for the woods at the edge of the grounds. Quickly.
His ears and tail vanished as he walked. With them went the cattier elements of his mind frame.
He needed to think. He needed to think, far away from Cafas. Because... just... no.
That. Had hurt. Cafas sat in numb silence, staring at where Calley had run from the room. His eyes faded to black as a couple of people walked in to see what all the fuss was about. On the screen the buff guy's heart had just been cut out; the usual happy ending forsaken. Cafas just sat silently for a few moments, those game enough to enter were now staring curiously at him. Wrapping his blanket around himself Cafas stood, picking up his blades and Calley's wet shirt and walked back to his room, which was very very empty. He closed the door and noted with the same matter of fact perception that he had noticed the staring students with that his room had been completely cleaned in their absence, his washing machine was even going in the next room. The window was the next to be closed. Then Cafas sat on his bed, and cried.