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.
There were so many good smells for Kalos to follow that it was hard just being one person. She wished she could go eat everywhere and have a taste of everything. Instead, she let herself be dragged forward by the hand and she positioned herself slightly behind her hero when they stopped.
That was apparently the wrong thing to do because her sister hero picked her up.
>"They come with different things on top. Like vegetables, meats... um, pineapple..."
"Pineapple?" The pointing that her sister did was helpful and distracting. The za was round and then cut into triangles and there were many that seemed piled high with things. And even more interesting, behind the front counter where the zas were keeping warm, there was a man rolling and throwing things in the air!
"This one is looking old." If there was one thing Kalos knew it was old food. "This one is having lots of things. Maybe it might make a good choice?" Supreme. It had all the things.
She didn't have to, but it was only polite. After all, that was what he was, and in Kalos' opinion there was nothing better. She made note that the gorgon child was named Rowan and that the perfect hero demigod only sort-of claimed him. Kalos did not blame the child for stomping away. Not one bit. Especially when the adult was being so unreasonable about his status as father. Was it so hard for a demigod to claim a gorgon child?
> "I'll be right back."
"Good." He was a hero. Heroes abided by their words. And extra good that he would put in the leg work to care for his gorgon son. Maybe then they would reconcile.
Kalos flexed her fingers against the tree, on the absolute brink of exhaustion from being too tense for too long. Now that the hero had stepped away, her distraction and worst of all, his shadow and imminent help were missing. She started trembling anew and kept her eyes shut tight.
They would come back, they would come back, they would come back.
And once she heard the reluctant footsteps, she sobbed with relief. She felt she'd aged another year by the time she pried open an eye and saw a greyish hand with raised pink calluses.
> "You can hold my hand so you're not scared"
She didn't hold his hand. His hand was not enough. If she let go too much and for too long, she would fall.
Kalos let go of the tree all at once and bravely turned to latch herself onto the boy.
"Thank you for being my hero." She buried her face into his shoulder which wasn't too far down at all despite their age difference. Her arms wrapped around him in a desperate hug. They were both small... but neither was falling.
It was because they were underneath the tree! The tree was holding up the sky!
Kalos left her fingertips wedged into the bark of the tree. There had been no time to free them. She tried her best to keep the blue bits that demigods did not like to see inside the coral covers she had left to her hands. As a result her fingers were mostly all one knuckle shorter.
"Please hold up the sky, demigod? Or find something to block it? Please?" They could run then, arm in arm, and not be in danger. The hero needed to agree to be the tree!
She drew her eyebrows down in concentration, though one of her coral growths was low growing over her eyes and the action of furrowing her brow made it harder to see.
Kalos reached up to brush whatever it was out of her eyes, not realizing that it was just her. Her kart, as a result, did not zig. It did not zag. It just drove right off the edge of one of those purple mountain majesties.
"Oh! I'm falling." And trying to raise up the controller did nothing to stop that fact. But a flying turtle on a cloud picked her up?
"Who... is the fishing turtle?" He helpfully put her back on track, though she saw no other racers anywhere close by. Kalos promptly drove off the side of the mountain again.
A tub of butter? The young gorgon's jaw hung open for a moment as she imagined people bathing in butter. The people of the land had some incredibly strange ideas.
Chase got into the silver and no one came to chastise them. Kalos felt absolutely devious with a knife in her hand. No one would have let her touch the silverware before. especially not anything that could be used as a weapon. She tried to take her responsibility and the weight of her friend's trust with all the seriousness that it deserved.
"Half a stick." She repeated Chase and was not at all offended when he showed her where half was. Numbers were not her strong suit, but she probably could have counted it. Chase did not know that. Kalos did not know so many things, it was easier to assume she would need help because that was what she had awoken him for.
While she pushed against the cold, hard butter, Chase filled her in on his age. With the additional information of 5 months, Kalos did the mental legwork to count them backwards.
"Oh. So you were born in Thesmophorion at the start of the year." She finished sawing the butter and peeled it away from the other half.
> "I'll be thirteen in January,"
Kalos blinked, irritated and astounded to learn that so many of the things she knew were wrong or different. "You... don't go by the Crean calendar?" She asked carefully because she knew there were many calendars even in her Atlantean world. "12 months to a year?" And 13! Kalos would have guessed him older. He seemed so mature and big and kind... For a moment, she stood with butter in hand and felt lost.
> "How old are you, Kalos?"
"I have ten years starting in the month of Hermaios or maybe Eiman. I do not know who might know the month that you have named it here."
Her hero had many things on her mind. Or, it was possible that the grating sounds that came along with the shaping and smoothing of Kalos' new finger tip was distracting. She continued to rub the piece down one harsh scrape at a time until she was satisfied. She popped her new finger cap popped into place and Kalos held out her hand to check how it looked. The new piece was still reddish pink like the pieces on her scalp, but soon enough it would bleach to white in order to match her other fingers.
"The za is fine. All surface food is good food." No one gave her leftovers here. Always good food. After what she was used to, this was Elysium. "Which one is za?" Kalos took her hero sister's hand and hopped down, more than ready to go, but never ready to lead.
Gina took it much better than anyone else who'd heard Kalos proclaim herself queen. There was no argument. Just straight into respect and obeisance.
Kalos could get used to that.
The coral girl squirmed in her enclosure as the other gorgon approached which made the cushions rattle in place. She was too excited to stay put, though. Even as Gina was asking something silly, Kalos was kicking down her own front door.
In person and up close, the other gorgon was a marvel. She seemed so... happy. And secure. And free. She didn't seem to be affected at all by her non-demigod appearance. She was everything Kalos wanted to grow up to be. She was a gorgon and a lady. There was no need to be shy.
"My hero sister-brother has this message for you, dear Gina." The paper was proffered with all due dignity and pomp, the coral girl's hands were even encased in dainty white nylon gloves. On the paper was Mirror's scratchy scrawl: "KALOS WANTS TO BE A PRINCESS FOR HALLOWEEN." and a short explanation of the trouble they'd had in finding clothes in general.
The trouble was easy enough to spot. Kalos had patches of growth where her coral made her silhouette somewhat inhuman. The elbows and knees and shoulders especially seemed to be a favorite place for her coral to grow, though small and low patches littered her skin all over. And of course, her crown.
"I am told that you are a very nice person." Her belief in that statement was absolute. Clearly it came from a trusted source.
"It is alright, my hero sister-brother." Kalos put on her best appeasing smile. "I don't have a need for these things. I am well." Her hero was concerned. Kalos wanted to assuage those fears. It really was okay. She didn't want her sister-brother to buy her more things. Especially when she wasn't sure what those things were.
So she snapped off a piece of her crown and got to work making it fit and making it smooth. She was pretty quick, it was clearly a common enough issue.
"I wouldn't mind, if you do not mind, there's food... and it smells very good." Asking for things directly was not her strong suit. Asking at all was new. Kalos was hoping that hero sister-brother Maya would get the idea.
Kalos climbed down and her hero Jorge moved her chair for her. She wasn't sure what to do with herself so she just followed on his heels in case he needed or wanted help. Which he didn't. He was far stronger than Kalos. And far, far more courteous.
A gorgon could get used to this kind of treatment.
She climbed back up to her chair and found a pile of dry cloths ready and waiting for her. Right. Drying wasn't so bad.
> ”Thank you for your help today, Kalos. I appreciated it.”
She wasn't sure how to respond at first. His words embarassed her to the point where she considered throwing a towel at him and running. But she did not want to risk the cake which was already sending the most wonderful smells through the kitchen.
"It is your help that I am grateful. I would never learn the way of cake or smear or the 'lectricity or the box that beeps or..." There were just so many things she'd learned it was impossible to name them all. It felt like a lifedebt's worth of information.
"Sir hero Jorge. Thank you for allowing me to learn and grow under your eye. I should be washing and drying for my thanks. Please allow me make my thanks?" She didn't want to wash another dish, but she did want hero Jorge to know how much his tutelage meant for her. For that, she would wash and dry all the dishes.
The glitch said she wouldn't hit Kalos, but Kalos doubted that to be true. She had killed people before. Kalos had seen it on tv.
"It's good not to hit." And that was that. The girl tried to draw in the air in order to explain, but the diconnect was too large. Was the controller supposed to go up like that? Kalos repeated the movement with controller in hand.
> “The game will show them better.”
And the game did show them.
"Ooooh. Big rocks." Like really, really big rocks. She wanted to comment about the color and size of them, but when that flag dropped and the beep, beep, changed to a boop, the coral girl became wholly focused on pushing the A and steering her kart.
The track was incredibly winding! And at the top of the top, the characters on the sidelines that were cheering for them... they looked cold? "Are there mountains here? On the land near here, I mean?" Why did the people not fall off of these mountains? They didn't seem to be holding on...
She was defended and picked up and saved by her hero of a sister-brother. It was too late for her finger, but Kalos kept it wrapped up in her hand just in case it wasn't. Kalos was pleased, incredibly pleased. And it was probably the smile on her face that made people offended as they made their exit from the limelight. What made it all so much better was the fact that Kalos had on a nice sweater. Kalos played with the sequins all the way until Maya sister set her down at a table.
> "Let me see your finger, kiddo. Does it hurt?"
"No. It has the same. It's just the outside." Kalos opened her hand to reveal the crushed bits. There was going to be no chance of putting this finger piece back together. It was done for, but at least it wasn't a very big piece. "It's just the top. See?" Kalos held up her hands and it just appeared as if one finger was missing the bit beyond the top joint. "I grow more every day. I just have to break off and rub to smooth or otherwise it scratches." She was already feeling around her crown for a suitible replacement.
At the City Wok, free bourbon chicken nuggets were drawing a crowd. Kalos' partially crushed finger tip slid to a stop just shy of the counter where so many good smells were coming from.
The little coral girl turned and slipped between people, touching as few of them as possible and still managing to get jostled. She all but collapsed on her fingertip and tried to fit it back into place right away. It broke into many large pieces. That was okay. She could grow more. But when she looked up and saw only strangers, her eyes began to prickle with tears.
> "Are you okay, sweety?"
"Be a goddamn adult." Kalos echoed whatever her sister had said because she didn't know how else to respond. She just wanted her sister. And maybe some of that free chicken.
It was she! Kalos very nearly stood up in excitement, but that would have ruined her best pillow fort. The cushions from the couch were stiff and that made for very good walls. The opening had been closed up with the fluffiest blanket from her bed upstairs. She would try to remember to return it, but for now the small and dark space was the best thing that had happened to Kalos in a long time. She could see out and no one else seemed to be able to see inside very well. In here, she was the most safe she had ever been.
> "Who are you?"
The way she asked it was part confusion and Kalos detected some amusement. She supposed it was a funny trick to talk to no one.
"I am Kalos, Queen of the Gorgon." She answered in her most queenly voice so that the amusement in the other woman would turn to awe. Kalos'd worked the title out herself once the other gorgon students had shown up. Having paved the way for them and having learned some important things that she had shared, no one contested her right for royalty (though some of the older ones had rolled their eyes at her).
"I have a message from my hero-sister-brother for you, Gina Gorgon." She scooped it up, all ready to slip it through the crack between cushions should the gorgon approach.
As much as Kalos wanted to ask why the sky was up and not falling, it didn't make her feel better now.
Kalos shut her eyes and buried her face against her arm. He asked her to trust him. He was an adult and living here, that meant he was a teacher or a hero, both of which should be trustworthy. With those muscles, there was no way he was a teacher. He was a hero. Heros were for trusting. But then demigods were not for trusting... Not. At. All. Especially not the men who had handsome jawlines. They stuck those chins out and would defend them no matter how wrong.
> "No matter what, I promise..."
Now she had to. If she didn't, it would be the most insulting.
"Please go get your gorgon." Could he not feel the drag of the open sky above them!? He was going to fall up any second now! "Please. I need... I need a hero my size." There! The perfect answer presented itself! This hero could hold the sky and she could hold onto the owner of those jet black eyes. It didn't matter that he was looking like part dog. Even if dogs were scary, gorgon were not. And boys who were children were not scary. It was when they grew up to be men that they became terrible.
So this was frosting, which also called icing and was never cold. The never cold icing got smeared on top of cakes because good cake and good icing in every bite was their ultimate goal. The calculations were running in overdrive behind Kalos' eyes. Cake was complex. She hadn't even noticed when hero Jorge had pulled out a little square to be having numbers on it.
He must have noticed how the intelligence in Kalos' eyes ground to a screeching halt when he talked about time. He took a better tack the second go. The box would beep.
"We had water clocks. I know there is a thing called sundial, but with the Mad King in charge of our days and our nights when we were under water, he did not do a most careful job to follow a day for the long or short of it. Clepsydra has water flowing and a drip and a floating arrow that rises to show the moments flowing..." Ah. But her hero probably wanted to get on with the cleaning.
Kalos wasn't quite sure what to do with herself. If she didn't clean, hero Jorge would be cleaning. He'd done it before and that hadn't gotten her in trouble. She'd just hoped that she wouldn't have to wash another dish ever again. (She tended to drop or scratch them and get in trouble.)
He was making up words. Even the adult said so. Kalos started to free a hand to fend off the tugging, but then realized that she needed that hand to hold on to the tree. It went right back where it belonged keeping her from falling up.
The child would bicker all day. That was what demigod children did.
"I need the help from your hero." She insisted to the boy. If he couldn't understand that then he really was trying to kill her. Going across the span of open grass between here and the back door to the living room was an insurmountable problem. One that she could not possibly do alone.
> "It's okay sweetheart, look."
At first she shook her head. Looking made it all so much worse. But maybe his powers only worked if she could see? Perhaps he was Atlas and would hold the sky in place. She didn't want to condemn him to hold it forever. Just a few minutes so that she could run back inside. She opened one eye. Just a crack.
What she saw was a big, curious set of jet black eyes.
He wasn't some spoiled demigod kid. He was some spoiled gorgon kid. Just like her, but a little bit shorter. Not much, but she'd claim it. It took her another moment to look past the curious boy to the demigod hero she'd expected to see. Except he had at least one thing to endear himself to her beyond arms that looked strong enough to keep the sky up.
"Pink hair." She marveled. It was almost enough to distract her from the vast, open blueness of the beyond behind him.
Almost.
> "I'm not falling into the sky, and I'm pretty strong. What if I hold onto you, then you can let go of the tree, and you can keep hold onto my hand until you feel safe?"
"If you hold on to me, who will keep the sky up?" She tried to wipe her face on her shoulder. Terror was messy business. Holding on to someone didn't sound bad in theory, but the sky was her main concern.
