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.
“It…it’s a really big bed. It’s a lot different from my room.”
Sam looked back at his neatly made bed and frowned a little, it was true that he was lucky to have a double bed but in the mansion those were pretty much standard in a lot of rooms. However, he could understand that due to Michael’s small size they had probably only given him a single. This was also the first time the illusion mutant had a double bed, at home he had a room much smaller than this one and he wouldn’t have been able to walk with a bigger bed.
“Don’t worry when you get a bit bigger I’m sure you’ll get a big bed as well.”
And with that Sam opened the bedroom door and headed back out into the hallway. He waited for the boy to follow and then closed the door quietly, it was getting late and it would not do to start bothering others by making too much noise. He smiled down at Michael and started making his way to the shower rooms. Each room had a wash basin but if you wanted a shower you had to go to the communal showers. Luckily for them they were located between his room and Michael’s.
“This is where you can take a shower and get clean.”
Sam was taking the time to explain everything to Michael just to be sure. He opened the door to one of the cubicles and put down the towel, boxers and shower gel. Then he turned on the water, trying hard not to get himself wet in the process. He did it to make sure that the water was not too hot or too cold; because he was not sure Michael would manage adjusting it on his own. He wasn’t even sure the boy would try, he probably just be miserable and put up with it.
“Alright, you’ve got everything you need. Put these on” He said pointing at the boxers. “instead of your pajama bottoms.”
With one last reassuring smile he closed the door and left the boy to it. While he waited he went and sat on the floor with his back to the wall. He pulled out his ipod and selected a playlist, he knew that the kid would probably not be long but this was better than waiting in silence.
Many young children experienced first hand what it was like to wet themselves, they had to get rescued and taken somewhere so they could clean up, but oftentimes it was not under such circumstances. In this circumstance, any child would immediately try and remove all the offending clothes, but he had a reason not to. Michael knew that there were things on himself that other kids didn’t have by the reaction Chase had when DocProf first saw him and fixed some of the injuries he had.
So, Michael waited until they were in the shower, and until the water was running and everything was blocked off from the male’s view to start his showering attempts. He looked at the clothes on him and carefully removed the clothes. He folded them in neat piles, then put them underneath the sink. Though it seemed illogical, there was some kind of thought process that made him feel like it was the correct and proper place for the clothes, which were now in an unofficial time-out.
He moved now towards the shower, and the little boy stepped in, and after many attempts to get under the water without feeling the need to wrestle with the shower curtain to stay upright without moving and slipping, he spread his legs out a bit so one foot pressed against each side of the tub. This effectively held him in place while he got all clean and then frowned as he looked at the water faucet thing, blinking back water and soap in his eyes. He rubbed them, and since this made things worse, he ended up being forced out of the shower and onto the floor of the bathroom in hesitant defeat.
Michael looked at the shower, still spewing water, and went over to where his pajama pants were. He threw them a few times until they draped over the metallic lining that made up the water dispenser, and then closed the shower curtains tightly, dripping water onto the floor with a panting, skinny little body.
He got a towel Sam prepared for him and dried himself off quickly, then he put Sam’s boxers on. One thing that did need to be noted, however. Through the ENTIRE shower process, not once did he remove the glove on one of his hands. He wouldn’t. It wasn’t something that needed to be cleaned anyway, right? Well…maybe it did, but Michael was unconcerned with it as he came out of the bathroom slowly, the water still running, but having a harder time of getting past Michael’s pajama pants in his attempts to block it.
Michael was indeed covered in scratches and bruises, and he was also not wearing a shirt. His shirt matched his pajama pants, so why would he even need to wear one? It made no sense. He was, as suspected, sickly skinny. DocProf had just barely let Michael out of the infirmary for his malnutrition and overall physical health condition.
Sam almost did not notice Michael exiting the shower; he certainly did not hear him. It was the smallest glimpse of movement that told him the boy had finished. He pulled out his earphones and turned his ipod off and then he swung himself down from the place he had perched for the wait. It was then that he realized that the boy had only put on the boxers instead of putting on both the boxers and the pajama top as he had been expecting. This was strange in itself but Sam was slowly getting used to the fact that Michael did not act like a normal child.
What was more shocking however was the overall state of the boy. It was almost like looking at one of those famine adverts for a charity. All there was to him was skin and bone and to be honest the skin didn’t look to good. There were a goodly number of scratches and bruises and Sam wondered if he had gotten them all during the wall incident. He sighed, whatever the reason for the boy’s condition he wasn’t going to fix it now and the best thing he could do was get the poor kid to bed.
First of all he had to turn off the shower that he could still hear running. This task proved to be a difficult one as the boy had draped his soiled clothing over the rail between Sam and the tap. So in the end the water was off but Sam’s right sleeve was a whole lot damped than he would have liked. He also made a note to come back for the pajama bottoms; he would put them in a plastic bag and wash them as soon as possible. Now that all that was sorted he turned back to Michael.
Michael didn’t know how to keep himself too busy while Sam was in the shower. He had his Leggo’s, but not that many, and any of the activities that he wanted to do weren’t on the top of his mind right now. He was tired, and he started to shiver a little bit. Perhaps he wasn’t as dry as he should be. Michael’s hands went to nervously comb through his hair that covered his eyes. He shifted where he stood and looked down at his feet as he thought of the events.
That big blue guy had scared him, and he made something bad happen. He also soiled himself. So…why did the person help him? Michael had done so much wrong, and he’d not even spoken much to this person. And yet, he was washed and his clothes were hanging in the bathroom. He was even wearing this person’s shorts. Michael moved his hands and held up the boxers on him, pulling them higher. His head turned to face Sam as he came out, and the boy gave a nod.
Then he realized that he had to be more grateful. He couldn’t just…nod. He spoke slowly. “I…I feel a lot better.” His voice was soft as he moved a bit forward, and a bit closer to Sam, but cautiously. He wasn’t sure what else he should say. “I’m…clean. With…with the soap.” He spoke haltingly, as though it was a foreign thing. If he hadn’t been speaking along with English dubbed, or originally in English cartoons, he might not be speaking now at all.
“I…I feel a lot better. I’m…clean. With…with the soap.”
Michael’s answer was hesitant but Sam was growing used to that, heck he was pretty happy just to get an answer. After that statement the illusion mutant took a second to study the boy. The mix of the wet hair, slightly oversized boxers and the boy’s general condition was odd to say the least. But now that Michael smelt better Sam had to admit that he was pretty cute. These thoughts brought a genuine smile to Sam’s face. He had done a good thing here tonight and he was glad of it.
Seeing as Michael had not put on his pajama top, Sam draped the towel over the boys head. It would not do to let water run down from his hair onto his bare chest. The bathroom was warm from the showers steam but the hallways would probably be a bit chilly for a damp half naked child.
“Right let’s go and find your room now.”
With that he turned to the door, he had only picked up the first aid kit all the rest he would come back for after he had seen Michael settled. He opened the door and felt the rush of cool air hit him, he shivered slightly. He didn’t do well with cold, he would much rather be boiled on a hot summer afternoon than cold. Looking down at Michael he decided that they better hurry and find the boy’s room, the faster Michael was in a warm bed the better.
The corridor was empty save for the two of them, which was probably a good thing. Sam could imagine the strange looks people would give him, if they saw him leading Michael around in this state. As he had predicted the small boy’s room was not that far from his own he checked the number once more against the one on the name tag; which he had picked up in the bathroom; yep this was it.
“This should be the one.”
He pointed to the number plate to make sure that Michael took a good look at it. Then he opened the door and turned on the lights. He had been worried that the room would just look like all the others and it would be impossible to tell if it really was Michael’s but there was lego here and that gave the game away. He moved aside to let the boy in, Sam was curious to see how the boy would react in this space. He did not expect Michael to feel like this was home yet; because that would be ridiculous the boy could not even find the place. But he did want to see whether or not Michael at least seemed to feel safe and comfortable here.
The smile that grew on Sam’s face was rather surprising. He didn’t expect anyone to smile at him. He looked at the male’s face longer than he’d looked at any other person’s face before this, and then looked down and away quickly. It was hard to keep eye contact, after all. But he didn’t want to look away from Sam’s face, because the male was being really really kind, and he didn’t look at Michael with a sense of pity, which every other face had been filled with when he peeked. Michael returned the favor with a wimpy little twitch of his mouth, but not really a full smile. Full smiles were for people who were fully happy.
Such a large smile in all of the anime tv shows that he’d seen were always with groups of friends, or with achieving a goal. But he hadn’t got any friends, and the only goals he achieved were with his leggo’s. This was kind of like a goal, but he didn’t want Sam to think he was just..a grinning fool for no reason either, and couldn’t find a good excuse for letting the grin cover is face. It turned out that soon enough he didn’t have to worry about that at all.
Sam dropped a towel on his head, and for a moment he just stayed completely still, suddenly deprived of his vision, and with muffled hearing, but he brought his gloved hand, still soaked, and his un-gloved hand up to his head. He shifted the towel, his head peering out of it like a turtle might peer out of his shell. It was as though...everything was foreign to Michael. Considering his upbringing, it was amazing that he really even know how to go to the bathroom on his own. It wasn’t an important thing when you were just locked in your room, with nothing but leggo to play with. He knew how to use the bathroom, and to brush his teeth, and do those other things, because they were taught at a young age. Everything else? Well...it wasn’t anything he needed to worry about.
No one would see him, so he stopped combing his hair. His clothes would get dirty, but he didn’t need to fold or sort or do anything he didn’t want to do with them, so he just kept the same pair of clothes on. Here, he was noticed by people. He’d have to bathe, and take time to get into clothes that seemed reasonable, or comb his hair on his own. It was expected when you lived alone.
As Sam told him they’d go and find his room, Michael nodded and he moved forward a bit, following Sam. When the cold air from the hallway smacked him in the face, Michael’s hands decided it best to hold the towel firmly around himself, to protect from the cold air frostbite he’d surely get. He poked his little head into the hallway.
Left? No one.
Right? No one.
And so, he decided it was safe to be lead through the corridor, lit for those like him who needed to get somewhere during the nighttime. Michael and Sam continued only for a short bit until the stopped in front of Michaels room. The door was almost like any other, but on it was written, in a nice clear penmanship beneath the writing. “Child, single” so that people would understand that there was a younger mutant inside this door. When Sam opened the door, a few odd things could be seen.
One, the floor. It was normal but for the leggo he had scattered about. He hadn’t begun any classes yet, because he didn’t want to talk to people much, and holed himself away in here. Two, the bed. It wasn’t really that used. Instead, there was a pillow on a desk, and the chair just near it, with a computer to the side as well. It seemed that he was intrigued by the computer, and evidently fell asleep on the desk. It was habit from at home, when he’d fall asleep next to his own computer, or occasionally the television. Michael moved into the room, stepping over and through his leggo contraptions. He was going to go to his desk to sleep. The bed was so...open. And weird. The sheets were all white, with nothing leggo or Michael friendly about them. Maybe dinosaur sheets would have been better. Or sheets with something other than plain white fabric. It wasn’t friendly, and he could fall asleep next to any image he wanted on the computer. Of course, within reason. There were lots of gaurds and such on his computer to be sure he’d only get to sites that were...er...Michael friendly.
Sam watched Michael pick his way through the scattered lego, which appeared to be the only personal thing that made this room Michael’s. The rest all seemed to be standard issue; a single bed with white sheets and the curtains of the standard colour. Well that would explain why Michael had stared at his double bed and not so subtle golden crown. It seemed a shame to Sam that this small boy had such a bland room. Weren’t children supposed to have rooms with bright colours and mess? Because that was one other thing that was odd, apart from the lego on the floor the room was spotless. The bed was well made, missing only the pillow which was placed near the computer; it felt as if someone had come through and tidied the place.
Sam made his way carefully across to the bed side table and set down the first aid kit, which he then preceded in opening. There were all sorts of things inside from plasters to stomach medicine. The illusion mutant pulled out some antiseptic cream and a couple of plasters for the scratches and some arnica for the bruises and laid them out on the side. He then looked at Michael and motioned for him to come over.
“We need to treat those cuts and bruises. Would you come and sit on the bed?”
He made it a question so as to give the child a choice. Getting bandaged up was something only your parents could force you into because even though your injuries hurt you knew that cleaning them would hurt all over again. So he waited patiently for the boy to decide whether or not he trusted him enough. If he didn’t Sam would just leave the cream here and let him do it himself.
Michaels eyes were still rather solemn and scared. He moved a bit into his own room, and it seemed from his movements that he felt he was trespassing. He shivered a little bit and the boy pulled the towel down to wrap around himself. He had an additive to his room..it was warmer in here. Being so small and skinny, he’d get chilled very, very easily, so it was pretty warm inside, that way his vitals would remain constant. Michael bit his lip and then looked over at Sam on his bed.
The room was as he remembered leaving it. He moved over to where the computer was before anything else and turned it on. Or rather, the monitor was turned on. The computer had just been in somewhat of a sleep mode. So, when it turned on, the image he was looking for came on. Other kids for their background probably had an image of their father or something, maybe a family member they missed. Michael had an image of ichigo, from bleach. Ichigo was an awesome character, after all.
He had that set up, and then turned a little bit. It seemed that Sam wanted to...to clean his wounds for him. This cause a bit of a shock in the little boy’s brain. He fidgeted a little bit. No one else had wanted to bandage him up before, he’d always done it on his own. The boy voiced that, looking at the ground as he tugged his hair a little bit, which was still quite wet.
“I...I never...no one asked me to...no one’s ever wanted to fix the cuts.”
He was trying to find the right words to say, and it wasn’t really working out in any way. He let out a small breath. Right. Bravery. He forged onwards into this new territory, and michael slowly sat down just in front of Sam. Still cautious, one knee was up in front of him, that way he knew that...well...his knee was there, and he could block an offensive maneuver. Sam was still more trusted than others, however. With those he didn’t trust, both knees were up, and his arms were wrapped around both legs, to keep them there. So he kind of curled up in a little ball, oftentimes.
Sam watched the small boy move around his room in a kind of routine way. It appeared that Michael had some things he prioritized in here, like the computer next to which was positioned the pillow from off the bed. The boy turned on the monitor which slowly warmed into life, the image that appeared there was familiar to Sam and it made him smile. The orange haired character from bleach; Ichigo who always saved the day it was somewhat appropriate. Sam could see that Michael had needed saving and in that animé Ichigo always made it in the nick of time.
Looking at the boy that was now hesitating as to whether he should come near or not, he wondered if he had been saved now. Was this place going to be this child’s savior? Or was it just going to be a bigger more luxurious cage? Well he supposed that depended on what each student made of it. He was still in the “gilded cage” stage but then that was more because of the fact that his mother had forced him there than because of the school itself.
“I...I never...no one asked me to...no one’s ever wanted to fix the cuts.”
If Sam had not seen what a poor state the boy was in he would probably have expressed his outrage and disbelief at that statement. However now he had spent some time with Michael he already knew that no one had cared for him because no child ends up in that state with someone who cares around. So he just smiled reassuringly at the boy, he did not trust himself to speak. One of the principles he tried to live by was “if you have nothing nice to say don’t say anything at all”.
The strategy seemed to pay off because the boy came to sit nervously on the bed next to him. The position he chose was not ideal but the main cuts and bruises were on his arms and face ant they remained accessible so it would do. As he opened the tube of cream he decided that he would distract the boy with a subject of conversation that he was sure would catch on.
“So I see you like Bleach. Have you seen all the episodes? I have there really good.” As he talked he started to apply the cream in small doses being careful not to put any pressure on the wounded areas. “Is Ichigo your favorite character? Personally my favorite is Hitsugaya Toushiro, he’s small but strong.”
He hoped that the boy would spend more time answering his questions that worrying about what was happening to him.
He watched as Sam opened the tube filled with something unidentifiable, and he steeled himself so that he wouldn’t be nervous. As he did look down at this tube, his brown hair kept on falling into his face. He hadn’t cut it in a while, because he hadn’t been too keen on scissors lately. Scissors really just didn’t mix well with him sometimes, and he’d grazed his face, as well as clipped his ear one too many times. Michael let his leg slowly, slowly move down to give Sam more access, but he didn’t look very pleased about it.
Michael was amazed then…a miracle happened. He looked up at Sam with wide eyes. He asked if Michael had seen bleach before. Though he quickly, of course, looked down and away, he did manage to find something he could talk about, and maybe the other person would know for once. “I like bleach. I…I’ve seen all the episodes and all the movies and I drew a bunch of pictures of Ichigo because he’s my favorite. He is really weak and then…and then he gets stronger.” Michael wasn’t focused on the cream now, so his plan seemed to be working out just fine.
“Hitsugaya is short and small and strong…but he’s always been short and small and strong. And that’s boring.” He seemed to be getting more able to speak to Sam when it’s about a topic that he likes or knows about. It was just part of his condition. “I don’t really like any espada though, ‘cause they all grew up from eating other animals, and then they became really bad because of it. Getting strong by eating other people is bad.”
He would have talked more and then remembered something. He had to be good and not talk a lot about things. His dad used to complain about him always talking about a single subject, and not wanting to switch subjects…but it was hard. This was what interested him. Puzzles interested him, and these shows interested him as well. Everything about the show interested him. He stole a quick glance at Sam as he quieted down, and then looked at the stuff being put on his cuts. He nearly shied away at one point, seeing as it was a bit painful, and people touching him did get him a bit on edge, but at the moment, he trusted Sam.
He didn’t know WHY though, and that was the thing. He needed to find that reason. Michael looked at his feet for answers, thinking. Maybe it was because he rescued Michael from the big blue person in the hallway that made him scared. Or perhaps it was because he gave Michael clothes to wear. Whatever the case may be, he was trying to provide minimal squirming, though it was easy to see in the way he held himself that being touched by another person was a little bit different to him. Of course he’d been touched before and everything, but then the person had let go, and they were on their merry way with little care.
He started to bite his lip a little bit as the boy tugged on his hair, not sure what to do as he waited for Sam to be finished.
Sam smiled, the distract Michael using Bleach plan had worked out perfectly. The boy had immediately picked up on the conversation subject and Sam had to admit that he got more words out of the boy in those three minutes than in all the time since he had met him. The illusion mutant made a mental note to use this new found knowledge to help the boy feel more at home in the future.
Applying the cream did not take long but Michael had fallen quiet and was acting nervously again before he had finished. So he decided to try and prompt the boy for a few more answers. He decided to take this opportunity to reveal a bit about himself to Michael. It was only fair as the boy had just told him all about what he liked.
“Say have you ever watched Naruto? I’ve seen all the episodes and it’s the show that has my favorite character ever in it.”
He could remember the first time he had sat down to watch Naruto, he had just changed schools and had been having a hard time making new friends. So one weekend after finishing up his homework he had decided to stay in rather than go out with others and to keep occupied he had put on Naruto. In the end it had been a good thing his computer had a decent download speed because he had gotten addicted.
“Shikamaru is my favorite character because he is a bit like me. He does not have a strong ability but he uses his brain and tries to think of the best plans to help his friends. I want to be just like that, smart enough to help others.”
As he finished speaking he finished putting the top back on the tube of cream. He was all done here now all that was left was for Michael to go to bed and get some sleep.