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.
Her pleases changed tone from please stop to please understand and back to panicked please stop when the child tugged at her again. Was this a test? She would hold out for as long as it took for a hero to arrive and to hold the sky in place for her.
And a hero did arrive. At least, most adults seemed to be heroes here and this was an adult. The adult would know how to make it stop.
> "Sorry hon, what's wrong? Do you need help?"
Whatever a hon was, Kalos was happy to be it so long as it belonged inside.
"I'm stuck!" She wailed the words and then cringed away from the sound. She hoped beyond hope that her words were understandable, she did not feel very understandable. She didn't quite understand how any of this worked.
The being stuck to the tree was 100% her choice. The being stuck underneath the tree was not.
"If I let go of this tree I'm going to fall into the sky." She was a complete mess of snot and tears and her legs had long given out so that her fingers had scraped lines of bark from the tree and her fingers were embedded quite firmly. Even if she wanted to let go (which she did not), it wasn't likely that her fingertips would be coming off the tree easily.
He was coming toward her while she coughed and Kalos could not drag herself away fast enough. He caught her. She cringed underneath his... gentle pat? Confused, embarrassed, and terrified that he would hit harder next time or maybe add in some kicks, she scrambled away and tucked her exposed tentacle toes beneath her. With her back to a wall, that meant he could not hit her there. She could raise her arms this way and keep her face from getting broken.
"Most people can't breathe under water." She dared to speak, but only just. Bubblehead would have to strain to hear.
> “Seriously, what kind of Atlantean can’t breathe underwater?”
She wouldn't cry. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing how his words wounded her. How many times had she heard that taunt before? Based on her appearance, it was expected. She had been considered one of the most useless gorgons, small and with no redeeming qualities.
"You do not listen. Why should I speak?" She squeezed herself into as small a space as possible, ready to put her arms between them and keep him away. How could she get hero Mirror here? Surely a hero would save her.
"We do." She insisted, but butter was a complicated thing. "The barbarians... and we did not... uhm... there is no square butter in Atlantis." Chase seemed too sleepy to be bothered with talk of culture and cows or the lack thereof. She would try not to burden him. Instead she turned her attention back to the chest of the wind god: Refrigerator.
Kalos had to tug the heavy door open again and searched for what was described. Finding it locked away on a top shelf inside a clear box, she pulled out the bottom drawers in order to climb and fetch this square butter. She jumped when there was beeping, afraid she had been caught doing something bad in Refrigerator, but Chase was very casual in how he made the beeps stop and how he moved around afterward.
She managed to climb back down and only lost one toe for a little bit. She fished it out of the vegetables and put it back on before Chase fussed at her.
"Why is it square?" The butter was slid onto the counter next to the milk. "Everything is so much more exact here." Would lumpy butter have killed anyone?
Wait. Where was their pot? A quick search of the kitchen showed that Kalos had missed a step. She strained onto her toes to see the steaming noodles in the catcher that spanned the width of the sink. He could reach so much better than she could.
She was learning to make cake and to make chocolate? Her eyes could not be wider. Her heart could not be more full. After a long look at the hero, she took control of the spatula and dipped her finger into the dripping fluffy chocolate at its end. She had seen him make sure there was chocolate on the utensil before sharing it and for that her heart grew soft for her hero Jorge.
"It is soooo sweet. The best chocolate I have ever had in my life." Really, she couldn't come up with enough compliments for the joyful way it made her mouth and heart feel.
"What is smear?" Would they make that next? Kalos carefully put the spatula down because hero Jorge had said not to eat too much and if this was a test, she aimed to please. She would not eat too much. She would show what willpower she had even after just one taste. Even if her tongue wanted more. Her finger seemed to be stained from where she touched the frosting. That was fine by Kalos. She considered it a mark of learning to bake and cherished the smell of chocolate she now got to carry with her.
The world was spinning and Kalos had to squeeze her eyes shut in order to not be sick. How did people live up here with so much air? How did anyone look up at the vast void of nothing that was the sky? Standing was too hard. She felt faint, but she didn't dare let her shaking legs collapse, otherwise her fingers that were dug into the trunk of the tree might mean she floated off into the incredibly uncontrolled openness of the sky.
She wasn't there. She was looking at herself. She wish'ed she'd never set foot outside.
> "What are you doing? Is it a game? I wanna play too!"
"Noooooooo." HE WAS TOUCHING HER SWEATER!!!! WHAT IF HE PULLED HER OFF THE TREEEEEE?
"Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease." She wanted to say that the tree was the only thing keeping her grounded. She wanted to say that she was scared. She wanted to go inside. But once she'd started saying please it was like she couldn't stop. It was the word her brain had latched onto and it was the only thing that would come out.
Kalos narrowed her eyes at a very, very tall female with very, very big hands and a very, very pink hoodie. Kalos approved of the pink, but she didn't think that one was Gina. She went back to looking at the secret message her sister-brother-hero had encoded. There were not very many B's. More A's than B's.
Actually... she didn't know what either one sounded like when spoken. Hmmmm.
She plucked at her favorite hoodie where it tented because of the shoulder spires of coral. Today she'd opted for shorts that were a very yellow-y yellow. That left the patches of rough skin and coral free to snag the carpet where she knelt.
This paper was complete nonsense. Some of it kind of looked like letters she knew were Greek, but it wasn't like she could read Greek either.
And when Kalos next looked up there was a curly girl with shiny glasses and bunches of things to hold. She looked lost. And she looked grey in the skin, a little like her Chase friend. THAT was her Gina. Kalos gave her as much scrutiny as the crack between couch cushions would allow. She was a very, very pretty gorgon.
"Are your Gina?" She shouted from the living room so she could hear her from inside her fort. It was easier to be loud when no one could see her. It was less embarrassing.
Kalos had worn her favorite sweater, overlarge and with a rainbow riot of sequins on the front in the shape of a star. The idea was that in her favorite sweater, she was more brave.
This had not turned out to be true despite her attempts to believe it.
Kalos had made it outside for all of 4 minutes before she felt like the sky was falling. The coral girl staggered and crouched and it did not make it better. Or maybe it was that the sky was spinning and it would go under her and she would fall off the earth? Just looking up and seeing a vast void of lightness and nothing was terrifying. What even was holding her onto the ground here? Air?
She scrambled to the nearest tree and made for ABSOLUTE certain that she would not fall up into the sky by hugging the trunk.
Kalos' hero-brother-sister knew so many people in this world. S/he had so many friends. And their friends knew so many friends. Kalos was not yet ready to know so many people, but when they learned that one of these friends was a woman who specialized in gorgon fashion, Kalos wasn't the only one excited to meet her.
Brother Gawain had given her a list before he left to go be a hero. On this list were letters that said things that Kalos did not know. She had only learned A and B so far because she had to hit the A button to make the super plumber kart go. And the B button made it stop. Kalos was looking at this encrypted message from the safety of a pillow fort while also attempting to keep one eye toward the kitchen hallway that attached to the hall that eventually went to the outside.
That was where this Gina Schuyler fellow was supposed to show up. She was supposed to be easily identifiable and Kalos was promised that she would like her.
She poured it too fast, clearly, since it kicked up dust. Kalos coughed and fanned her face. "It makes the air taste sweet." That was not a complaint. Just an observation. A delicious, delicious observation.
The cocoa powder was next. Kalos took her correction without complaint. He was kind and she wanted to learn to be correct enough to be understood. So long as he wasn't making fun of her there was no reason to be upset about it. She reached out and did her best to go slower. Slower lasted until the mixter came around close to her hand and she closed her eyes because she could just imagine it getting her fingers and that would be SO BAD so Kalos dumped the last of it and hero Jorge took over from there.
Saved again. Kalos put her hand over her thumping heart and was surprised to forget that she was wearing the apron.
> ”How you doing? You okay?”
It was difficult to hear him over the mixter, so it would be near impossible to hear her quiet voice. Kalos decided to nod. Nodding was good. He could see a nod and know she was okay.
Kalos was surprised to see how the bowl of thick (Goo? Fluff? Hey! The fluffy-making mixter made it fluffy!) had changed in color. After the cocoa powder went in it changed from a very light yellow to deep, chocolatey brown. Kalos edged as close as she dared for a good sniff.
It smelled... Could it be? Yes!
"Chocolate! Sweet chocolate! You made fluffy chocolate!"
Kalos was collected into a walking hug that made her blush. Her sister was so casual with her love. Kalos hoped that everyone understood that her sister was as awesome as sequins.
She didn't think twice for the loss of a coral spire until her sister held it up for her. Kalos pat at her scalp and found which one it had been. Not her favorite one. Good.
"It has no hurt. See?" She had to stop walking in order to concentrate on the right spot. A little light blue tentacle, thinner than a pencil, poked from the broken prong of her coral crown. It reached around limply with the tiny white pad waving in the air before it receded back into the calcified structure she wore on her scalp. It was clearly not developed or strop enough to grip or lift. It was almost like an antennae.
Kalos let out the breath she'd held in concentration and let herself start walking again toward the most delicious smells. "I can stink people so watch out! They are like baby fingers." Kalos waggled her fingers with their coral caps and had to go chasing after one when it dropped and got accidentally kicked across the floor. Her fingers were a stronger blue between the covers, the anemone-like tentacles were also much thicker and—
> "Gross!"
Just as she was reaching her finger someone had stepped on the tip of it, freaked out at the crunch, and kicked it away.
Kalos looked at the automaton in horror as she raised her hand to protect herself. "I would never hit you." She scrambled down from standing on top of the soft and squishy part of the lounge.
It was strange, though, despite the clear attempt to protect herself from Kalos the Glitch seemed very happy. Even by losing she was very happy. Finishing a race made for enough happiness to even make enduring a beating alright? They should race more, then. Because racing and not getting beat was even better.
> “Want to try a different track?”
"Not underwater. Something new? I know this farm. So. Maybe what is a mountain?" She scooted herself back onto the lounge very slowly so the Glitch would not be afraid. Kalos should watch her own actions. Standing and turning had scared her new friend.
Kalos didn't want to touch it. Hero Jorge seemed to sense this and held the mixer out for her to see and she never had to do a thing except keep her hands well away. She knew what it did so that wasn't an issue.
And every word he spoke was pure magic. Spoon? Ah yes. She knew spoons. But a whisk... "Is this dangerous?" It was a fluffymaker and the strings of metal on it wobbled when hero Jorge held it out, but as far as Kalos could tell nothing moved by itself like the mixter. It seemed like a safer thing to hold so after it was put down she tentatively reached out. He didn't say no so she held the whix with both hands. Even if what they were mixing was too thick for it, it was a new thing and she touched it from top to bottom in order to see how it moved and didn't move.
That also made enduring the mixer far easier. She had a weapon to use against the mangler. Uh. Mixer. But she shouldn't have worried. Hero Jorge prevailed in typical hero fashion. She let her white knuckled grip on the whix go in order to show him she had no more weapons.
> ”High-five.”
His smile made her try a smile of her own. This high-five thing was a good show.
A little fragrant brown liquid went in. Spirits, maybe? After that was mixed, hero Jorge scooped out a cup of brown and a cup of white, she was starting to recognize the sugar now. It sparkled like sand when she looked close.
"Sugar." She tapped it. "Coke powder." This brown was a new thing, it was very fine and smelled like the bad chocolate.
"You need... my help?" He did not have enough hands, she realized, to mix and to pour. Kalos did not like the mixter, but her hero was asking her for help.
She should do it. But what if the mixter got her? Kalos spent a long moment assessing hero Jorge.
He was a hero. He would save her if the mixer was bad.
"I can do it." And she would do it good. Kalos picked up the sugar first, she knew she liked that one. Once the mixter was mixing she tried to approach. It was still very loud. But he needed her help!
After much internal warring, Kalos compromised. She tried to put only the sugar close. That meant it all went in almost all at once. And then she had to do the whole thing again with the powdered coke.
"I was born in Atlantis. She countered. "Not some uncultured seabed. We had air, anóitos." Born underwater? Technically true, but they had breathable air. They were not all mermaids and fishmen. Not even the gorgon were all able to breathe under water. Kalos certainly wasn't. But she had learned to swim all the same. Even the slaves of the undersea kingdom needed to know that much.
She saw the moment that Andy's feelings were affected by her words and Kalos regretted them.
> "I don't have delicate feelings."
Too much or too strong a denial was only more confirmation. She couldn't say that, of course. He might have been just a man-boy, but he was a demigod. She watched him warily as he spoke more unbelievable denials. She would not risk her fingers for him. He could say he was fine with it until they were both at the surface. She couldn't believe it.
"I can make—" He must have waited until she was ready to inhale so that he got the most revenge. Kalos sucked in a mouthful of water when she expected air. The bubble he was providing for her, that she had come to take for granted, was now gone. A petty and sensitive demigod would always be unreliable.
Kalos choked and squirmed and increased her fervor for swimming to the edge. Her fingers, she stubbornly kept in place, but most of her toes were missing chunks by the time she was clawing her way up to the side of the pool.
She sputtered and coughed and pulled herself up. It would have been faster to go the way Bubblehead went. It would have been easier to go to the ladder. She did not trust him.
"I am— sorry for your feelings." She coughed, but every breath made her thankful for the air that surrounded her and that the demigod was not in charge of. He could not take this away.
Making it hotter was not what Chase thought would work. Okay. Kalos tried to think around the problem. "More spoons?" Okay. Maybe she just wanted to help stir. Chase was making some shapes in the water and it looked like it could be fun, as far as stirring a pot was fun. Kalos was looking for a second spoon when Chase suggested something that was actually helpful. Oh. Well. Helpful was probably the better choice. Kalos set her chocolate down because she wanted to be helpful.
"What one is butter?" Kalos pulled out the drawer next to the stove and picked her way carefully to the ground. She knew these things were in the refrigerator. She also knew that it you poked the wrong spot it would spit ice at her. She had learned that lesson and did not have to learn it again.
It took some tugging, but the doors opened and the magical interior of the fridge was already lit. It was like opening the doors to Ouranos' court. So cool and airy and bright. Kalos reached and streeetched on her tippiest of toes in order to scrape her fingers against the milk jug that Chase had only just put back away after making their drinking chocolate. She scraped it forward until she was able to tip it off the shelf and caught it with both arms. She was a problem solver.
The milk was scooted onto the countertop near Chase. The butter was a trickier problem.
Just as Kalos was starting to think that holding on to her fingers was a bad idea, the very reason that she wasn't letting them go swam right on over. And, weirdly enough, he tried a neat trick that gave her air. WHERE DID THE AIR COME FROM!?
"This is much more good trick." She continued to paddle along with small and ineffective motions. She really couldn't let her fingers go now. He was looking and he didn't like them. But his new trick did make for many Kalos questions. Did he have to breathe? He sure seemed okay.
"This is consequence of holding coral for hands and feet. I don't swim with it, but you have delicate feelings I don't want to hurt." She was only telling it like it was.
