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 are too many things that you have bought already. I cannot let you buy more, my sister Maya." New things! For her! Kalos pulled the sweater close to her cheek and hugged it before tugging it over her head. It got caught and one prong from her crown went clattering to the floor, but she did manage to get it on.
And it was the best. thing. ever.
Kalos tugged the hem down to just above the top of her shorts hem and felt the need to swish back and forth and feel how soft it was on the inside. She didn't feel the inside before. Only just the plastic sequin scales. A little hooooo sound of excitement escaped involuntarily.
"This is my favorite." It would come off for baths and never again, Kalos decided.
Kalos made note of electricity. She would have to investigate these holes in the walls. Why did nothing come out when they were uncovered? Was electricity too thick to fall out? She was stretching this way and that noticing just how many holes there were when she noticed that hero Jorge had two metal box cages on sticks. The metal boxes went into the holder. He fiddled with it and it hummed to life.
It was a swift. It was louder than the crank swift she had used to wind threads and yarns, but it was definitely like two tiny swifts spinning around very close together. She thought about reaching toward it, but had her hands very firmly gripped at the edge of the top of the counter. No need to touch.
"You use this only for food?" She didn't trust it, but that was okay. Hero Jorge had it well under control. It mrrrred until he pushed something and then it was silent. "Can you make things fluffy without these swifts? How does you make it stop?" And what was a high five!?
Hero Jorge held up his hand and looked very expectant. She looked around, but no one was close enough to ask. She raised her hand with a question on her face.
And he touched his hand to her hand.
High five.
She looked at her hand. It didn't look any different. Nothing was on it, no chocolate or anything. He looked happy like it was a happy thing. Kalos was just left confused.
What kind of ritual was this? Like a handshake? But up high to show the forearms had no weapons? No one trusted her with weapons. Why could she not have weapons before they used the swifts?
> "Ready?"
"Yes, hero." A dutiful response from a dutifully learning gorgon.
And it was loud. Louder than the first time and much, much faster. The swifts were a blur and the yellow and the white were soon mangled together. He turned the bowl and they started to change from smooshy to a little bit liquidy thick. Like mold scraped off the top of soup, but cleaner looking. The longer it went, the higher her anxiety. The mixing was interesting, but the loud made her want to find something to be under incase the technology in hero Jorge's hand burnt up or exploded.
"I don't know about people..." So far, she hadn't had the guts to approach anyone. She mostly just observed. Kalos continued to observe as Chase put the hard noodles into the water. He stole her spoon to stir. That was fine. She had her hands full of drinking chocolate.
> "...you already know so much from when you lived in Atlantis! If you know stuff from up here, you'll know twice as much as anyone else."
That had never ever occurred to her. At first it sounded really, really good. But once she started to think through the things that she knew...
"Some things I know are sad. I like to know what's up here. So far, it's not sad. It's drinking chocolate and bubbling water that makes hard noodles into soft noodles." Okay. So she had a food bias. The food up here was just so much better!
She swung her legs and watched Chase's stirring technique. Everything was going into her memorizing how to do this again so that next time she could do it herself. "What can I do for help?" He seemed to have the stirring well in hand. Kalos was content to watch, but her tummy urged her to make it go faster. "If I make it hotter is it cooking more faster?" She could turn the heat up, it was just the twist of a knob.
Did she want one? Yes. Very, very much so yes. But she couldn't say that. Not straight out. "I- I think it might fit. It might look nice. I wouldn't mind petting it all of everyday." Fortunately, her new sister got the message and they went to the register with the sweatshirt as well as some of the things from the pile she'd gathered. It made Kalos feel better to put some of them back. It made her feel better to hold the sweater once they had exited the store.
This time she knew what was going on. She knew what the controls did. She knew to push the "A." She knew she was the pink one and she knew the sounds that indicated when it was time to mash that button.
"Princess Pink!" Kalos cheered the avatar on as she turned corners and bumped into the big spikey one and spun out. "Noooo! You can do it, Princess Pink!" By the end of the race, Kalos was standing on the couch and had the controller in raised arms twisted to the side in concert with the last large swerve of the race track.
She came in a solid 4th place and jumped and whooped because she'd finished the race!
Frosting: like ice, but not cold. She was forming all kinds of opinions already.
He left the bowls for her to dry, but she was not insulted by his expectation that she help. He had done the washing first. This was almost an honor by comparison and she took her duty very seriously. "Yes, hero. I will make it so." It was up to her and she would not disappoint.
By the time he picked up his first ingredients, hero Jorge's bowl was dry and in place. When he returned for good, hers was dry as well and she had made an attempt to fold the now damp towel.
Was she ready? Kalos could not fathom how the things before her would be like ice. "I am ready!" She was less ready at the brandishing of a... Kalos did not have words for it. It looked like a gun that did not shoot. Her hero assured her that it would be alright, though. So it would be alright. Her eyebrows drew down and she made sure to keep that cooking weapon in her sights.
"Why does the fluffy maker go to the wall?" She got the silver package that hero Jorge indicated and opened up a rectangle of white squishy. It smelled a bit like yogurt and she held it up with a question in her eyes before emptying it into her bowl. The yellow rectangle, she had already learned was butter made from the milk of a cow and sticky for her fingers.
Excellent student? Perfect? She could really get used to praise like that.
"My hands are very hard." She moved carefully to get down from the chair and trailed a few paced behind hero Jorge as he made his way to the oven. "I don't think the hot would hurt my fingers." Though, it was likely an issue based in the fact that she could not easily reach into this oven with only her fingers. It would be more than fingers. It was hot all around. Touching anything on accident would be a blisteringly painful mistake.
She still would have liked to put it in herself.
Hero Jorge was right. It was a job for a hero who knew what he was doing. Excellent and perfect were only good for so much...
> ”Now is the fun part. We get to make the frosting while our cakes bake.”
"What is frosting? Will it be cold?" Kalos followed hero Jorge back to their original spots and climbed her best to get back up onto the chair.
> "...People will either accept you for how amazing you are...or…"
He thought she was amazing? Kalos flushed and rocked back and forth on her stony feet. Yeah... maybe she kinda was...
"Mayyyyyybe I am good cake maker." She could make cakes forever, right? Everyone liked cake. "Because of good teacher." She was hasty to amend a compliment. Demigods loved compliments.
Just as gorgons hated to be told what to do, but in the end she would do it.
"Okay." Kalos tried to memorize what the bag for the white sugar powder looked like. She could come downstairs at night and grab some later if she really wanted. But for now, as instructed, she set the sugar powder away. He was right, of course. She was about to have cake.
From there they scooped their wet cake into the prepared pans. That was surprisingly difficult since she had to lift a slippery bowl that turned out to be heavy. Were cakes this heavy when they were done!? And using her other hand with a spatula with really a lot of coordination. Every time she scooped, the bowl moved so not every single drop of wet cake got into the right pan, but most of it did!
"Is it okay? Does all need to go in the pan?" Her hands were practically useless for cleaning up the bits that had gone over. Kalos grunted and shifted the bowl, mostly empty now, back onto the countertop. This didn't seem perfect enough...
He hurried and fetched her dirtied fingertip. Kalos wasn't sure how to feel about that. She had been more than ready to pretend like nothing was wrong.
"I can grow another." She ventured her statement, but he seemed content to wash and dry and return the digit. Kalos looked at his face, but saw neither revulsion or apprehension. She was careful to pluck the fingertip out of his hand without touching him. She moved slowly and watched him for any indication of tricks he might pull.
"It takes time for them to stop being scratchy, but they are always like rock." Kalos positioned the fingertip and the little blue tentacle fit itself inside. She pushed it down until the grinding between finger parts could be heard. There. It was on and she was going to make sure it stayed on. After splaying her fingers and checking that the blue was all hidden except for in the joints where the coral had ground down too much, she nodded in satisfaction.
"You are very brave, hero Jorge. Nobody else who sees under the covers of my fingers likes them."
And her reward, it seemed, was that she got to taste a tiny bit of this powdered sugar. The white that made the chocolate not bad. She pinched a little between two hard fingers and had to tap them together to get it to sprinkle into her mouth like it sprinkled into the pan.
Oh. That was good.
"Only a little...?" Her mouth watered for more. Mmmm.
Ruling with kindness was good. Not getting kidnapped was better.
Kalos' panic was taken seriously by Glitch, who also seemed to rule by kindness whenever the one needing help was not a zombie. Kalos had to push the A. She then had to be reminded which one was the A. And then, she zoomed! It was far too easy to get caught up in watching the other side of the screen and since she was last off the line, Kalos' pink cart spun out when the timer ended.
"I didn't get to the end." But now she had a much better idea of what to do for next time. The TV made some sad whomp, whomp sounds and Kalos puffed out her cheeks in annoyance. "Unkind."
Smoothing her hand over the sequins made for an interesting experience. She didn't feel through her coral fingers. Coral was just like bone. But she did feel the flick, flick, flick sensation of each scale tapping her fingers. Were they scales? They looked like fish scales.
> "Um... they are called sequins?"
"Seeeequins." She managed to take the sweatshirt down from the hangar while still petting it.
Did she like them? "I love them. Are sequins alive?" They didn't seem alive, but then coral had a way of not seeming alive when it wasn't and Kalos was plenty alive. With this and her gold shoes, she was sure she would need no other clothing.
Hero sister Maya pulled Kalos into a kind of hug. It was good. A show of solidarity against the evils of clothing. The lady handed them their bag and Kalos was still kind of mad about it. Well, mad-sad. Mad-sad was a thing, right?
Where next was a good question. Kalos didn't exactly feel like shopping anymore.
"Let's go see the headless children. I think I see short clothes last time." But she didn't have to sound happy about it.
Actually, when they got close, she was able to see some things she liked, now that she knew to look past the headless automatons. She was happy to flit from table to table and look at the clothes that were like the clothes she saw everywhere. They were the same, expect bright colors and small enough! Mostly she was drawn to shorts and overlarge sweatshirts. Sometimes skirts, if they weren't too boring. She found unicorns and rainbows and an octopus and a weird looking cartoon rat with a bow on her ear, but mostly Kalos loved the solid blocks of color, stripes, and polka dots.
She dropped her entire pile of clothes to try on when she saw a shirt covered in rainbow sequins. When she ran her fingers over the rainbow, the stars changed color to be completely pink.
Witchcraft!
"Whaaaaat is thiiiis?" It was clear by her tone that she had found it. The end all be all sweatshirt. Kalos' holy grail.
As it turned out, the point of the second trick wasn't to make a splash. That was good, since it hadn't been nearly as splashing as the first.
"You did do the standing part okay. The walking was not so much okay. That's where it turned into a splashing trick." She did her very best to sound encouraging. He was just a man-boy, after all. He would have to practice if he wanted to be a man.
And then it turned out to be her turn to try the cannonball. The little coral girl grinned with coral teeth and pushed herself up to her feet. "I don't think my splash will be having as big. But I can try!"
Her coral toes clicked as she clattered back just as many paces as Bubblehead had. He went almost all the way back to the wall so that is definitely how it was done. She turned, very serious, and ran full out. Her joyous whoop echoed around the room when she left the ledge of the pool and curled up as best as she could.
SPLOOOSH.
Kalos was surprised to hit the bottom of the pool. How high had she splashed? Did she do it okay? She tried to splay her hands and get some momentum to swim, but her fingers and toes were heavy and they felt loose when she moved too fast. She didn't want to scare him again. He was just a man-boy. So she paddled pathetically slow. Maybe she should just walk along the bottom of the pool to get to the ladder? Kalos could hold her breath for quite a while, she wasn't in a rush.
She had to tap it with her hand. Hero Jorge said so.
Timidly she pulled out her hand from behind her back where she'd been hiding it. It was normal looking except for the very tip of one finger. Instead of being hardened, whitish coral, her index finger had what looked like a blue tentacle topped with a white pad. She had learned from some of the other kids that even landys were not used to seeing fingers that were not fingers, to say nothing of toes that were not toe-looking toes.
"I lost a finger." She was loathe to admit it, but there it was. At his reaction she was quick to point out that it had not gone into her wet cake. "It's just over there. It got stuck." Silly barbarian food.
Kalos decided to just move on and tap the side of the sugar as hero Jorge had indicated. It worked much better, she had to admit. He really knew how all this stuff worked. And she wasn't touching it directly with her fingers anyway. It was still good, right?
"Can I eat this white?" What had he called it? "This powdered sugar?"
Like the wayward child she was, Kalos went to peel herself out of the pretty dress. Why were clothes needed to tell who was low? DId that mean that even in this world of beautiful people that they still made some into Gorgon? 'The lowest of the low' kept rattling around in her head. No one should be low, she decided. No one.
So once the coral girl had shimmied back into her overalls, she was determined to tell the store owner everything that was in her head.
"Clothes should not be make people low!" She'd meant to be forceful, but in the heat of the confrontation she lost most of her nerve and her voice became high and reedy. "People are... they should be..." What had she been saying? The woman who was now behind the counter looked a bit gobsmacked and what if she was mad now? Kalos dove to stand behind Maya and scrunched her eyes closed because there was no better way to hide. "I'm sorry. I'm very, very sorry."
"I am sorry too." The woman admitted as she rang up the shoes and damages Kalos had left behind. "It is a culture thing and difficult for those that are free to understand. We don't sell short sari. Only long, you see? No one is low who leaves my shop."
Kalos continued to hide. It just shouldn't be that way. "Clothes are difficult."
The shop attendant caught Maya's eye and sparked a moment of woman-to-woman understanding. Clothes were difficult. No matter the culture, gender, or age. It always said something about the person wearing them. It was a difficult lesson to learn from someone not from around here.
