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.
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“How are the other students here?”
Elizabeth popped an Oreo in her mouth and chewed, thinking about her response. The chocolate and cream filling tasted divine and she momentarily closed her eyes, savoring the taste. She chewed her goody up and swallowed before replying, not wanting to talk through a mouth full of chocolatey wonder. “For the most part, out of the people I’ve seen, the people here are mostly the same as people everywhere. Except they all like mutants, unless they just plain ol’ hate everyone. Most the people I’ve seen are really nice, though there are a couple jerks here.”
“Shall I grab some milk to accompany those Oreos?”
“Sounds perfect,” Liz said, getting up off her stool and heading to a cabinet to pull out a couple glasses. She set them down on the table by the fridge and returned to her own stool, dragging Nico wherever she went. Then, feeling a bit sorry for the bird because he couldn’t have any Oreos, Liz pulled a packet of sunflower seeds out of her pocket and poured a few out on the table. She put the pack back in her pocket and grabbed another cookie as her parrot flapped off the counter and began pecking at his treat.
“Let’s hope no one comes in and spies us eating these little delicacies.”
That was a good question. Liz certainly didn’t want her secret source of Oreos revealed to the student body at large. She glanced back and made sure that the cabinet door was shut. It was. “Well, if they do, then we can just be mean and take them back to our room. We don’t have to share,” Liz proposed, a smile spreading on her face. She wouldn’t really be mean to anyone who came in, she’d just hide the Oreos from sight and have Nico distract the person while she removed the evidence. What the people wouldn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.
“So,” the blonde said after another delicious cream-and-chocolate sandwich, “How ‘bout them Yankees?” Yes, it was cliché, but she couldn’t really think of anything else to say.
She nodded and grabbed a cookie as her roommate answered her question about the students. Haylee didn’t know what she had been expecting, and was a bit ashamed that she had even considered that the kids here might be any different at all (well, besides the whole mutation thing). It seems her old school’s prejudices had rubbed off on her. “Anyone in particular you recommend I meet?” She inquired as she opened up the fridge door to get out the milk. Elizabeth didn’t seem like the kind of person who would be a bad judge of character.
After a bit of rummaging and moving foods here and there, she finally got to the milk that was buried all the way at the back of the refrigerator. “Err, I don’t think you want to drink this,” the brunette said, pointing at the long-gone expiration date at the top of the carton. She scurried over to the trash bin to throw the very spoiled milk away, wrinkling her nose as she stepped on the lever to open it. “You’d think in a mansion full of kids they would restock their milk regularly…” the girl muttered, retaking her seat and taking a glance at Nico joyfully eating his seeds.
>>>“So, how ‘bout them Yankees?” “The Yankees? Oh, I typically try to stay away from picking teams for baseball. Chicago has two teams, you see, and fans of each team have this big rivalry thing. Let’s just say it can get pretty ugly,” Haylee replied with a half-smile, picking up another Oreo and popping it into her mouth, “What about you? Any team allegiances?”
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Anyone in particular to meet? Liz wasn’t sure, exactly. She hadn’t met too many people yet, but all the ones she’d personally met seemed nice. “Um, none in particular. They’re all pretty swell,” she said, staring off a bit in thought. Her little daydream about a certain mutant that will remain nameless was shattered as Nico squawked in her ear. “Hush!” she told her bird, the scold ruined by the wide smile on her face. Even when annoyed by him, she loved her bird too much to stay angry for long. She pulled the packet back out a dumped a few more seeds on the table.
Liz turned her attention back to Haylee and listened to what the older girl had to say about Chicago’s attitude toward sports. It was interesting, to say the least, which was saying a lot for Liz, taking in the fact that sports didn’t hold much appeal for her. She’d played softball for a few years in middle school but that was as far as her interest in sports went.
“What about you? Any team allegiances?”
“Huh? Oh no, I’m not particularly fond of sports. I’m just as likely to root for Michael Jordan’s team getting a goal without any par penalties as I am to eat Nico here,” Liz said with a shrug. Her parrot looked up at her sharply and Beth quickly added more to what she said. “Not that I’d ever eat you Nico. That’s why I said it, because it would never happen!” She stroked her bird’s back a few times, as well as sending a small trickle of happiness and calmness to him, making him return to eating.
“Honestly, I only brought up the Yankees because I can’t think of anything else to talk about,” she confessed, twisting the top of an Oreo and licking off the cream before eating the remaining chocolate. “Um, how’s New York feel to you so far?” she said, grasping at straws to talk about without getting too deep.
Geez this girl is attached to her parrot, thought Haylee, watching as Elizabeth “scolded” Nico. His squawking was rewarded with more sunflower seeds, and she was actually a little tempted to take some. While eyeing them, the girl actually choked on her own saliva when she heard her roommate’s “opinion” on sports. “Michael Jordan’s team getting a goal without any par penalties? You’re joking, right?” she asked incredulously after her mini coughing fit. Then she realized how that could be taken the wrong way and amended her question, “Uh, I mean, I guess you’re really not into sports then, huh?” The only sports Haylee truly loved were soccer and track, but she still had general knowledge of most other athletics. It came with having a sports-fanatic older brother.
The thought of her big brother made her heart ache a little, as it had been three months since she had last seen him. He was stationed overseas in Germany, and was coming home after one more month. She and her mother had contacted him a few days before she left for New York, telling him that she was transferring but not telling him the real reason why. He wasn’t particularly fond of mutants, but he wasn’t a mutant-hating bigot either. The girl knew he wouldn’t shun her or anything, and would probably think of her the same way, but found that she couldn’t tell him until she had gotten more comfortable with her mutant status herself.
>>>“Um, how’s New York feel to you so far?” The inquiry broke her out of her reverie, and she reached for her fourth (maybe it was her fifth?) Oreo cookie and bit it in half. She really didn’t need time to contemplate the question…she had only been there for half a day, after all. “Uh, I guess it feels new? Hah, it’s a little overwhelming, being in a city this big. How’s it been treating you?” Okay, I should really initiate some conversation topics of my own. But what was a harmless topic that could lead to a bigger, yet equally harmless discussion?
Aha! She had the solution. “So…how are the boys at this mansion?” The brunette asked with an impish smirk and girly giggle. Who didn’t like boy talk?
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When her roommate started choking, Liz looked up with alarm. She was all set and ready to run out of the kitchen and call for help when Haylee repeated what she’d said, along with a comment that was questioning Beth’s level of seriousness. As Liz reached for another Oreo (Jeez, she was getting pretty low!), another question rolled out of Haylee’s mouth. “What, am I that obvious?” she replied, genuinely confused. She thought she passed herself off as a person with a minor interest in sports rather well. She bit the cookie in two and chewed one side of it.
“Uh, I guess it feels new? Hah, it’s a little overwhelming, being in a city this big. How’s it been treating you?”
Eep! Huh, should I lie or tell the truth? I don’t wanna lie, I hate doing that, but she may get the wrong idea if I tell the whole truth. What was the best way to make a movie theater shoot-out sound like a walk in the park? Scratch that, a shopping trip at the mall? A walk in the park, her style, wasn’t a good thing. How would she describe the run from and then the teaming up with a dinosaur shape-shifter against a mutant that controlled giant worms of doom and make it sound like playing with a puppy? It wasn’t gonna happen.
Fortunately, she managed to dodge the bullet by completely ignoring it. Haylee had a new question for her to answer. “So…how are the boys at this mansion?” Again, eep! Out of the frying pan and into the fire. But at least it isn’t quite as sweltering. Her cheeks grew red as her mind drifted to the image of an angel. “The boys?” she said, her voice unconsciously raising a bit. The blonde fidgeted a bit in her seat. “Um, the boys are pretty neat. Some in particular, more so than others. Only a few are eyesores. Quite a few are like all-purpose eye-drops.”
Liz established eye contact with her new roomie and matched her impish smile with one a gremlin would be proud of. “Why, find one you like?”
The girl decided that she could laugh a little as Liz seemed a bit clueless as to why she was so astounded. Apparently she really had no interest in sports at all, and would therefore not understand why what she had said was funny. “Nevermind, I get that sports aren’t your thing.” But boys appeared to be…
Haylee’s question seemed to have an obvious effect on Elizabeth, and her curiosity grew as her roommate’s cheeks grew pinker. >>>“Um, the boys are pretty neat. Some in particular, more so than others. Only a few are eyesores. Quite a few are like all-purpose eye-drops.” Some in particular…? The seventeen-year-old cocked an eyebrow at the statement, a mischievous-yet-questioning look on her face. The statement distracted her from her roommate’s nervous boy analogy, which she would have definitely giggled at. It was clear that Liz had someone in mind, and therefore it was Haylee’s job as the older friend (because she had decided they were friends in her mind already) to seek out whom she had affections for and jumpstart the potential relationship. It was in the girl code, and the girl code was sacred.
>>>“Why, find one you like?” Her plotting was interrupted by the sudden question; the younger girl was trying to divert the spotlight away from herself. Oh no you don’t, we’re not done with your interro–err, I mean, we’re not done chatting about your boy yet! “Me? Oh I’ve only met one male (that PR director guy who helped me get settled in) so far, and he works here, so he doesn’t count as a boy,” she nodded matter-of-factly, “Besides, I can tell there’s someone you want to talk about!” It had been a while since she had partaken in any form of girl talk; it felt good to be with a female companion again.
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Just when Beth had been about to declare victory in the dual of boys and embarrassment, Haylee yanked it out of her grasp by swiftly parrying her thrust with open honesty and by writing the guy off. Her roommate was a tricky one! Then she counter-counterattacked with a neat slice. The modified version of the older girl’s initial assault was more specific this time, as if she thought she had discovered a weakness. As it was, the question caught Liz off guard.
“What? Oh no, there’s nobody I want to talk about. I’m really not much of a talker,” she confessed, trying like crazy to keep the blood in her cheeks down. It wasn’t working out. Well that wasn’t a good defense. I wonder how she’d like her own tactics used against her? “Besides, the only some-what decent guy I’ve met has a problem with feathers, if you know what I mean.” Liz took a glance at Nico and watched him eat a seed before returning her gaze back to Haylee. Now, if Haylee would just so happen to jump to the conclusion that Liz was talking about Nico, that wouldn’t be Elizabeth’s fault, now would it? It had merely been a simple check-up on her bird.
“So tell me more about this male that doesn’t count as a boy,” Liz said after a brief pause. “I would assume he’s older?” She smiled such an innocent smile. Really, all she needed now were some wings, a white dress, and a halo and the image would be perfect. En garde! Liz thought, hoping her counter-counter-counterattack would take Haylee off guard. She was a formidable opponent, she’d give her that.
Elizabeth grabbed one of the glasses she’d gotten out earlier and walked the short distance to the sink where she filled it up. If she couldn’t have milk to wash the Oreos down, she’d settle for water.
Was Liz really trying to write it off as a crush on her bird? Haylee might be naïve, but she wasn’t a complete idiot. As a matter of fact, she was pretty well versed in the art of boys, and she knew when a girl liked one. “Okay, first of all, who crushes on their bird? And second of all, no one blushes that much unless it’s over someone of the opposite gender.” Or unless they’ve done something incredibly stupid and embarrassing, which Elizabeth had not. The seventeen-year-old was all for subtlety, but she knew when it was time to stop beating around the bush and strike directly, “Come on, it’s not like I’ll go tell him. I’ve only met two people at this school so far, so I’m pretty sure I would have no idea who he is anyway.”
>>>“So tell me more about this male that doesn’t count as a boy. I would assume he’s older?” Her roommate was still trying to skirt around the spotlight, and asked about someone the older girl did not want to talk about again. “He was just my guide,” she replied with a neutral tone, “You’ve probably seen him around the building before.” She had done her best to forget her uncomfortable and irritating meeting with the Director of Public Relations earlier that day. It hadn’t exactly been the warmest welcome.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to eat your whole stash,” She said as she glanced down at the now-empty plastic bag. "Do you want to continue this very important discussion in our room? Or somewhere else?" Our room. It rolled nicely off the tongue.
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Water sprayed out of Elizabeth’s mouth and splattered the table. She started coughing so she turned her head and covered her mouth with her arm. When her fit subsided, Liz set her glass back down on the table and placed both palms on the table as well. “What?!” She nearly shrieked, “I’m not crushing on my bird! That’s just…[insert unintelligible sound here]!” Liz shook a bit on that last part, her voice a mix between earnest and pleading. Give this girl an inch and she takes it and runs a marathon with it! I really need to be more specific when I imply stuff.
“And who said I even had a crush on Carri—er, who said I even had a crush?” Liz said quickly, trying to evade Haylee’s attack while covering up her own blunder. Fortunately, she’d had enough presence of mind to catch herself before mentioning that one name. Geez, I really stink at this verbal fencing stuff. How does Haylee do it? Liz was mystified. Okay, she needed to change the subject, change the subject fast, and keep the subject changed. She decided not to attack the only weak point on Haylee that she could find (the guy she’d met) because she was certain it was a trap for the older girl to get her with.
Exasperated, Liz swiftly looked around for a new topic. The empty bag of Oreos and Haylee’s apology gave her a much-needed lifeline. Quickly calming herself before her emotions got out to Nico, Liz put on a big smile of relief. “Ahw, that’s okay. It was worth it,” Liz said, shrugging her shoulders and attempting to pull off a total switch from the guy subject. Empty bags were safer than boys. She took a last drink of water before dumping the rest into the sink and setting the glass off to the side of the sink.
“I think we might as well head back to our room, don’t you think?” she said, altering and then ignoring what her roomie had said. Liz scooped up the few remaining seeds into her hand and sat Nico on her arm so he could keep eating before throwing the empty baggie away. Then she walked off into the hallway, heading back to the room.
“Whoa! Are you alright?” She exclaimed as she jumped out of her seat to aid her roommate. She tried patting her back as she choked on her water, but then decided she wasn’t really helping and sat back down, a concerned look on her face until Liz’s coughing fit ended. “I know you really don’t have a crush on your bird…it was kind of a joke.” Geez, she hadn’t expected this kind of water-spitting reaction. And the sound that came out of Liz’s mouth had been…slightly disturbing, to say the least.
>>>“And who said I even had a crush on Carri—er, who said I even had a crush?” Unfortunately (or fortunately for Elizabeth), Haylee missed the younger girl’s slip-up, and focused on the latter half of the sentence. Hadn’t Liz heard her explanation already? It was quite obvious that she did indeed have affections for someone! “You did. Or rather, your cheeks did,” she said with a smirk. It was kind of adorable, watching her roommate struggling to deny it. Ah, young love.
The brunette got up as her roommate did, a cheeky grin still on her face, and threw away the bag that had been full of yummy treats. The Oreos had been a nice way to bond with her new companion, and she decided that she would treat Elizabeth with chocolate next time. Following her through the hallways, Haylee tried to memorize the way back to their room. The school was way too big, and she knew she was going to have to super-glue the mansion map to herself in order to get around.
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Once Elizabeth got back to their room, she pushed the unlocked door open and stepped in. She crossed to her part of the room and opened Nico’s cage door. She removed the leash from her parrot’s foot and placed the stubborn bird inside his rightful place. He’d had enough exercise for the evening. She slipped the other end of the leash off her wrist and neatly piled it at the side of the cage, in the few inches between the cage and the edge of her dresser. She closed the cage door and locked it, preventing the intrusive bird from getting out to wreck havoc on everything.
Once Haylee entered the room, Liz closed the door behind the older girl. It was just a way of keeping as much privacy as she could. She had never liked it when anybody went into her room and so normally kept the door shut. Even though she now had a roommate, old habits were hard to break. She spun around in place and half skipped/half danced to her bed. She sat on her bed like she had before and continued watching Haylee as if nothing had changed since earlier.
I’ve got a roommate now. And a new friend, I think, Liz thought happily to herself. I think this’ll work out just fine.