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.
He was making fun of her. This was doubly confirmed for Kalos when chico Iggy called her a "beautiful little creature." Beauty was for demigods. Creature was for gorgon. There was no such thing as having both. Still... he offered his hand and Kalos took it. Some amount of mockery was to be expected from a pretty person. "Don't let the sky gobble me up." In fact, she needed two hands. Two hands to hold onto this handsome man-boy.
He walked toward the outside like it was no big deal. Kalos gulped and did her best to hold on with both hands.
The door opened. No great rip tide of air sucked her away like she expected. In fact, nothing happened except that the door that had previously been blocking the sunlight was now open and the warm morning sunlight was now illuminating her toes.
> "...They didn't hurt you, right?"
She nodded as the pair of them took those final steps outside. Yeah Atlantis hurt her, but she found despite her strong opinions on the matter that she didn't have a voice. She felt the need to duck. Like the sky was just so incredibly everywhere and if there had been something she could stand under, then it might have been safe to be out there. But they were so exposed! Anything could have come from anywhere and land on her head. She yelped as a dragonfly flit past and that was when the real panic set in.
"It's not safe." She was breathing too fast. They needed to go back to the inside!
Kalos decided that she would try any cake, but the Tres Leches one sounded especially wet for some reason. Some words just made pictures pop into her head whether that was a realistic guess or not. Or maybe it was because it was a hero Jorge favorite and hero Jorge was supposed to be a hero of the ocean.
"Maybe Tres Leches is be my favorite too. I will need to be trying all of these things to be sure." Noooo. That wasn't a ploy to get more cake. Not. At. All.
It was very good of hero Jorge to explain to her about the dangers of eating uncooked cake. From other adults, she might not have taken their advice, but hero Jorge had already saved her from the gross chocolate. And, like the chocolate she'd grabbed, she had been thinking to try to make her own cake later when he wasn't looking. And perhaps even eating some spoonfuls. Just to try it. Now she knew better. She did not have to get sick because of uncooked cake.
And, of course, they couldn't put the wet cake into the oven as it was. It needed to go into a different shape of pan. And they had to prepare that pan by touching yucky, smooshy, yummy smelling, but texturally gross butter. "This cow cheese is food for barbarians." Also it was sticking terribly to her porous coral fingertips. Kalos shook her hand to get it off and sent a fingertip spinning across the countertop with the butter still attached. She tried to ignore it as best as she could. Maybe hero Jorge wouldn't notice... he had been busy getting a metal sieve ready with white in it.
Heavenly white powder that smelled like the single most cake-like smell from something that wasn't cake.
> ”You want to try?”
"It has sweet smells." The coral girl accepted the metal sieve with one hand (and one exposed tentacle) hidden behind her back, but then she had nothing to tap the metal against to make it rain sweet, white powder. She tried just sort of shaking it, but the result was not ideal.
Kalos' favorite thing about Chase, besides his face, was the fact that he took Kalos' every question seriously. He did not make her feel stupid or low or new or out of place. He simply took his time to consider and then made his reply. Could the animal shifter turn into a cow? He did not know. Could the animal shifter who maybe could turn into a cow be milked? He only suggested that they ask him. He didn't stop her from doing things adults might not like. He only warned her to not do it when they were paying attention.
The coral girl scooped a bit of chocolate powder out of the carton and into her mouth. It crunched down like fine sand, but it was sweet. Kalos was torn about how to feel about it. In the end the sweetness was not enough. "I think this is better for having milk. It's too dry." She nodded a bit sadly. It would have been a good way to rebel and choose a thing for herself. Unfortunately these adults kept knowing things that were, in fact, better.
Dumb adults. Knowing all kinds of things.
Even Chase knew so many things. "You are like an adult with how many things you know." Did she sound a little sad about that? She did not mean to sound sad. "I don't know how to catch up." She did, however, know how to mix the hot noodles. Holding a hot mug was no big deal to Kalos since her sensitive fingers were not in direct contact. She could feel the heat radiating out from the mug in the most delicious sensation that, after she had taken a sip, helped her feel warm all the way down to her toes.
"Oh." She abandoned her stirring spoon with a sigh. "This chocolate powder is very good with cow milk."
A servant! Kalos frowned. "This princess is no good if she gets stolen." Why were they all so dumb? "I need to be best one. Big and fierce." But everyone was terribly puny... except for the guys that looked wicked and mean and Kalos did not want to be evil even if evil was strong.
"I do not like this." It was under duress that Kalos chose the princess, she hoped that she made her opinion known about the stupidity of it all. "I choose her only because her pink is a good pink." An incredibly familiar pink, in fact. And she had a pink car. Somehow her choice was a little more okay once Kalos saw the crown and car.
She took the instructions to heart and did exactly as the automaton had instructed, but the car only jiggled. "I am not going." She moved the steering stick again, as instructed, without touching any of the other buttons. "I am not going! Help!"
"It is a wrap skirt so there is some-" The woman reached toward Kalos' skirt and Kalos took a quick step out of reach. "There is some amount we can loosen it."
She reached again and again Kalos moved and gave her the judgiest of looks.
"Short?" She started to hike the length upward and the woman reached out to gently tug the fabric free of Kalos' fingers.
"Oh no. We do not sell short sari. Short is signifying the lowest of the low."
Kalos again moved out of the way, this time by climbing up on a settee, but the shoes were so slippery and the skirt was so long, she ended up stepping on something in her haste and they all heard a soft rrriiiiip. The woman blanched beneath her blusher. That was silk and embroidery and a hundred other things that were costly, delicate, and could have gone wrong. Kalos didn't want to be low. She'd done low. But she also didn't like the skirt keeping her legs all gummed up. How was she supposed to climb on things? Or reach the refrigerator?
"I am sorry, but I feel that this may not be a good fit for your needs."
Kalos gulped. She felt sorry, but also very much not at all sorry. She was sorry enough to start moving back toward the dressing area so that she could put her clothes back on. And sorry enough for tears to pool up in her eyes, but not sorry enough to fight for a short skirt. Not if it meant she was of a lower caste.
"Shoe?" They were golden for goodness sakes! She would never see their like again!
Everyone sure liked to bring up mothers, but when Kalos did, it just made them sad. She wasn't particularly sad not to have a mother. So far, having one or not had never changed her situation. She knew better than to bring it up and make one of her heroes sad, so she did not.
Kalos mixed her wet ingredients together in just the same exact way that Jorge did. The lifting of the wet bowl was trickier since it was much heavier, but Kalos didn't spill. She did slop more of the wet into the dry than Jorge did and she kicked herself for that, but she was only one coral. She would do better the next time she made a cake. For now, it was fun to mix the two bowls together. The introduction of the wet things to the dry brought out aromas that were hidden previously, especially the sweetness that could make Kalos' mouth make too much water.
"Why do people not eat wet cake?" She put the rest of the liquid ingredients in and slid the dirty bowl toward the sink just as Jorge did. She was even happier to see that her wet cake was just the same as hero Jorge's. In color and in smell, they looked identical. That was good. A growing panic was gnawing at Kalos ever since she'd lost count on how many times hero Jorge had stirred his wet cake. She leaned in to smell it and shivered with delight. "It smells like the thing in the cups with the peel away lid. Putting. We had some one day at lunch."
> “You’ve never seen my shit before, so how would you know?”
Kalos scoffed. "What do you mean? You just showed me this thing. You say shit and then splash a little splash. You say cannonball and splash a big one. Far more splash. Much better trick. It was clear that she had no earthly idea what the true meaning of that word and, frankly, she was offended that he would think she was stupid enough to fall for his word trick. She hadn't seen it? Pshaw. He just showed it to her!
> “So, what about you? You got any tricks up your sleeve? I mean, other than your tentacles.”
"No tricks. I'm just Kalos. Kalos is trick enough from the gods." She supposed that she could jump in just the same as he had. "I could try your cannonball if you want." She would leave his shit alone considering the fact that its existence was in debate.
Looking at things and judging them from afar was one thing. It was another thing entirely to walk into a store and ask directly. Kalos tugged at hero Maya's hand to hang back, but the deed was done. And hiding behind hero Maya didn't work because the store attendant walked around to see her size.
"Oh yes. Many in children's sizing. The beauty of our pre-stitched sari is in the adjustability."
Kalos squeaked, something that should have been words but came out a bit strangled instead.
"I'm sorry." The attendant looked between Kalos and hero Maya. "I didn't understand that."
"Shiny parts?"
A moment of processing transformed the clerk woman's face from confusion to kind understanding. "I even have golden shoes that I think may fit you. Let's go to the back of the store and see, hmm?"
Gold shoes...! Land people were crazy! And while Kalos never realized she'd wanted golden shoes before, now she knew it to be a thing that was entirely true. Kalos wanted golden shoes.
The back of the store did not disappoint. There were smaller cloth automatons in the back with just as colorful and ostentatiously decorated clothes. At first, Kalos thought green would be nice, but once she realized it was a bit like seaweed, she discarded the green in favor of a blue much like her eyes and a very shiny bit of brassy color. The poofy blue hair clip wouldn't fit in the close crop of Kalos' hair, but she felt as if it drew too much attention to her. Kalos took little steps, unfamiliar with how the shoes made her toes feel as she modeled the outfit for her sister hero Maya. It was a good fit up top. The wide shoulders and shorter sleeves left room for coral growths without being immodest. The issue was the growths of coral on her knees kept scratching the back of the skirt. With every step she took it sounded fwipp, fwipp.
Kalos liked that Glitch did not see herself as weirder than anyone else. Certainly, Glitch's sense of justice was ill-defined as a mass murderess, but the automaton was abnormal to the eye. And yet, perfectly normal when spoken to.
Apparently Kalos' enthusiasm over the buttons was laughable. She stopped at Glitch's request and held the controller limply so that nothing else would get pressed on accident. Or on purpose.
"I do not read." Kalos confirmed. "But I am speaking this English. That's the important one." Really, it had hardly even come up...
Once the screen came up again, Kalos insisted on choosing the squatty little mushroom because once Kalos learned how to roll over each character, she heard him say 'I'mmmm the best!' and Kalos wanted to be the best one. "What is the name of this one?"
Did Kalos want to go in and try it on? "Yea-! Noooo." What had started as an immediate bout of excitement slowed to cautiousness. Kalos went to find her sister Maya's hand again.
"This thing looks like it has a lot of cost. It might be closer to what Atlanteans wear, but is this what people wear here?" She hadn't seen anything like it in all her years. The longing was clear on Kalos' face, but so was the fear. Would it just make her more weird? She needed to learn to blend in and behave as the landies did.
"Do they even have a size for a child?" Yeah. She was already talking herself out of it.
If bugs just wanted to live their lives, then they should not bother Kalos. There was a great big world out there for them to live in. There was no reason for them to fly close enough to her ears that she could hear them. It made her scrunch up her neck and want to slap at her skin and wear more clothes.
The cracking of eggs was a very intense thing. Kalos had seen eggs from very far away. She knew they smelled terrible if left alone for too long. She also knew the shells broke. To break the shells on purpose and make sure that everything got into the bowl was a whole new experience. Kalos crushed the first egg beyond repair. She scraped her fingers against the counter to try to recover it, but parts of the yellow were already sliding down the front of the cabinet.
"Can you show me another time?" On hero Jorge's advice, she went to rinse out her fingers. She even helped wipe up the front of the cabinet. This time, when hero Jorge cracked the egg, she made sure her nose was almost touching so that she could take in every detail. When she emulated him the second time, it wasn't perfect, a little bit of shell went swimming in her liquids, but it wasn't the utter decimation of the first egg.
Already beaming with pride, hero Jorge's admission that Chase was his son only further proved his incredible amazingness to her. He could save an island, he could bake a cake, and he could have an amazingly kind son? It was possible that no one would come close to the heights hero Jorge was climbing. Except, of course, hero Mirror who was both brother and sister to Kalos.
"You have a fine son with many good qualities. I especially love when he is gray and kind. Your qualities are very good, hero Jorge. I can see easily that you have given him goodness."
No. She did not see it. He had not produced anything to see. Was she looking in the wrong place?
"There is nothing wrong with splashing. This is a pool. I had a swim and I am not dry. Go ahead and have your splash, Bubblehead." She was thinking that he was trying to be polite, but it was difficult for her to tell. Maybe he was just mocking her? Kalos decided he was trying to be nice... and failing. That wasn't his fault. He was only a man-boy.
Bubbleshead went to the bottom of the pool again. Again Kalos watched with hardly a blink. This time he did the same thing but less. He stood on top of the water. Weirdly, when he took a step, he fell backwards. How did be fall backwards instead of frontwards? He had been taking a step to the front...
"I like your cannonball better than your shit." Each time, he'd called out the name of his trick just before he hit the surface of the water again. The cannonball was far splashier.
Maya kept hold of Kalos' hand and that made Kalos give up on her dream of a vibrant orange. It was tainted by the flavor of hunting anyway, but it had been plenty eye-catching. Wonderfully noticeable. The next place they went was mostly for adults, but it did have bright colors. More than anything else, it had a lot of patterns and flowing fabric. Kalos was having a hard time imagining any of those things on her body, but it was much closer than anything else she'd seen so far.
> "What do you think?"
"Is this for looking only?" All of the fabrics seemed very soft. What if she ripped one? Her fingers were rough, her skin was worse since the coral of her fingers had been worn down from use.
And then, of course, Kalos saw the most magnificent thing. She tugged Maya by the hand right past a beautiful strapless shirt that swirled orange and yellow, all the way past the front door of Maya's store and over to a different window where a mannequin with a head was wearing a sari. It was woooooonderful. Bright. It had so many details! And so many places that looked like there would be space for her coral.
Hunting store. Store for clothes to wear while hunting? But there was no armor. And why would you WANT to be seen while hunting? Did that make it more difficult?
"Y-yes." Kalos answered in a distracted way as she puzzled out the reasons why this store existed. "I want colors that aren't mud or plain. I want to shine bright like the sunshine." She broke her curiosity about the hunting away and looked around. "Are there things like this and with spots for coral?"
"Why is Gladys an old lady name?" As far as she could tell it had nothing in it to indicate an age. Usually age was determined in numbers. Kalos found Glitch to be a harder sounding name. "Gladys is lovely and soft." Though, after giving Glitch an eyefull, Kalos deemed that perhaps a hard name was what she wanted, since she seemed quite hard. "Do you do weird things you aren't supposed to do?" Invisible was not in her vocabulary, but she was anxious to see what it was.
As for what was on the screen, Kalos had no idea what to do. The buttons were pressable and fun to press. She mashed them all until things happened. "I don't know what A is." Or why she was holding a controller. But, really, she could mash those buttons all day long.
