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.
Kalos seemed to unnerve, which was sad. She was trying to do the exact opposite.
This boy did not seem very in charge of his thoughts and actions. He had some growing up to do. Kalos understood that she should not say these things to a demigod's face even if the people here had been nice and let her get away with many forms of rudeness before. She assumed they did so because she was still trying to learn their ways.
"You were being courteous to me?" Her head tilted and those curious eyes gave nothing away as she continued to stare at him. She was not used to others taking her into consideration. It was... nice. Did they think of her feelings because she was young? Or new? Kalos just couldn't unravel why he would bother being polite. He was no hero, though living here might help him grow into one.
"You may have a swim. I will not hamper you." And thus Kalos decreed it so. She put her feet back into the water, toes properly capped and safe for even a demigod to handle.
> “You got everything?”
"Yes." She didn't bother to check again. She had already replaced every piece. Kalos instead continued staring. "Do you... got everything?" If she wanted to talk like them, she needed to practice right away.
It was not until he stood up while staying so close to her that Kalos realized just how tall Jorge the hero was. She watched him, unsure if she was even half his height despite being more than that. Somehow heroes just seemed... taller.
And her thanks were given with full earnesty, unlike some of the compliments she had payed to others out of a sense of obligation or in order for tem to look at her with kinder eyes than they had started with. At first, it seemed that her thanks were not well received, however earnest, but the hero marshalled his face into a smile that was somehow still sad. She knew because he came down from being so tall and made sure to talk with her at her small height.
He passed her a cup in a glass that was perfectly round, perfectly see-through. Everything was so perfect here. She tried not to have her fingers gouge scrapes into it as she dutifully drank her milk from cows.
> ”You don’t ever need to thank us for that, Kalos...”
"Is it not in this culture to give thanks?" She made her words slowly as she found the right ones. She wanted to do this thing right, this living up here thing. He'd said it was their job. Did workers not get thanks for their work?
> ”Are you enjoying it here? At the mansion?”
"Yes." Was her automatic response. She did NOT want to go back... and yet... "Everyone is nice so long as I do not scare them." She held her milk glass tight. "I think that many people are scared sometimes and I say wrong things sometimes." Some of that was time and experience. She would get it eventually. "I have a hard time not saying what I am used to when things are different."
Kalos the triumphant shrank back to her meat. Meat was, objectively, the best breakfast and she had many breakfasts to make up for. A short silence stretched between the two as they finished up, and by the time they were both done eating, the morning had faded into an early afternoon. Kalos was stuffed and sleepy despite the first rays of the sun that were sliding through the windows to paint little rectangles of light on the floor next to the windows. She generally stayed up at night, but also tried to be present for every meal. She wasn't getting the best sleep.
"Is it always so bright every day?" She posed a timid question, sure she had offended him and afraid of backlash, but still too curious to remain silent.
She asked and her hero came. She came right away. Immediately. Like... like... she cared. Kalos flushed with pleasure again, cheeks tinging purple.
"You are the best!" Slippery and wet and most notably naked, she didn't even think before she'd launched herself at hero Maya for a full hug. She needed the hug and Maya needed to know that she was the best. She was here and Kalos was here and hero Maya even knew how to make the water stop.
"I don't know how to make the water go away." Kalos confessed. Bubbles still wreathed her scalp, but she'd done her best and had obviously cleaned herself considering the lack of dark smudges or worse on her perfectly pastel skin.
Water came out of the-! Kalos ducked her head into the tub to get a good look at the spigot. It was like a fountain. They had plenty of fountains in Atlantis. And plenty in bath houses. It was just that no one had a bath house in their room. hero Maya had everything ready, the bath oils and a towel. Kalos' excitement grew.
"Thank you!" She peeled out of the sort-of smock of discarded cloth she'd been wearing and slipped into the tub. It was hot! It was possibly the best thing she'd ever had in her life. Kalos poured some of the bath oil into the water and immediately bubbles sprang to life around where the water poured in. Bubbbbbbles. Kalos flushed with pleasure and captured some bubbles only to have them pop between her crusty fingers. She looked around to confirm that her hero would not see and removed a single finger cap. The softer surface of her tentacles did not pop the bubbles. Kalos squealed in joy and shucked all her fingers.
She built a bubble palace. She gave herself a bubble beard. She heaped up a big mound of bubbles and then, like a cresting whale, crashed down into them.
Water splashed over the side of the tub then. Was it not draining? Kalos washed herself and watched the level of the water continue to rise. Her hero had showed her how to make it hot and to make it cold. Did she know how to make it off? She turned it and it got very cold. She turned it and it got very hot. She turned it again to cold and stood up so that her body would not make the tub overflow.
She stuck all her fingers back of before hero Maya could see and and was trying desperately to finish working the bubbly bath soap out of her hair when she decided that she had to ask for help. One wrong move and the water would go spilling over the side of the tub.
Kalos did not know what a 'gai' was, but from the clues hero Gawain laid out for her, she was able to assume it meant 'male' or maybe 'boy' since she (she!) had said girl instead of woman.
"What age are you become a woman?" She had thought that hero Gawain was a man, but it was possible they looked at ages differently above the sea. "You have the features of a woman. Are you not grown?" Kalos indicated which features she meant with both hands. They were not overly ample, but she was sure of what she was seeing.
She swung her legs for a moment, happy to be on a soft, squishy bed and loathe to jump off. But! Hero Ga- uhh. Hero Maya had said that it was time to wash herself. It wasn't even that time of year! Kalos followed her hero into a little closet full of amenities. The waste pot, Kalos identified right away.
"Toilet." She recalled the visitor's word for it and pointed at the toilet. It had water in it, but the water was not moving.
"Sink. And this is a bathing tub." She was very proud of herself. "I know how to wash myself. Show me where to draw water. It doesn't have to be hot." A bath! She was getting a bath! Today!
He wanted her to spit. In his hand? It didn't matter that there was a napkin there! That was embarrassing! She flailed and flushed purple, but the hand and napkin were right there. And he only looked at her with kind eyes. Kalos looked back and forth between his eyes expecting some change or some sign of duplicity.
There was none.
After her assessment was complete, Kalos grabbed hold of his hand and spit the bad food into the napkin. It was terrible enough that it just kept tasting terrible even after it was gone like it had coated her tongue. She collected her napkin of shame from him and used a clean corner to wipe at her blue tongue. Again, sensing her distress, the hero offered her some drink.
He really was a hero.
"Yus please." Whatever he had been looking for in her face, she hoped that he found it and that she did not disappoint him.
While he went for the drink, Kalos went to dispose of the shameful paper napkin. These people threw away everything, she'd learned. And many things were made of paper just so that they could be disposed of, like this napkin. She balled it up and dropped it into the plastic lined can meant for trash. Kalos had seen adults change the bags before, but despite her curiosity for where the bags went, she did not ever follow them. She was finished with trash management.
"You are one of the heroes of Atlantis." Though it was a statement, Kalos' words came out almost sounding more like an apology than anything else and were accompanied by another flush of embarrassed purple across her cheeks. "I'm sorry that I have not given you my thanks. I have gratefulness in my heart for your heroic deeds."
Really? Did no one explain the demigod gorgon thing to people up here? She let the topic rest for now. If he did not see her as a gorgon or as anything less, then she would not give him the words to think of her in that way... though... he'd already gotten scared because of her hands.
With a sign Kalos swam over toward her pile of fingers and heaved herself out of the pool with two pink arms that ended in a mass of blue tentacles. Her t shirt and gym shorts seeped water as she started to put all her finger pieces back into place. There was no sense in scaring the poor, delicate demigod. While she worked, he talked.
> “Thank you. But this isn't 'undyware' and I don't wear it to impress. I wear it for speed… and comfort. Haven’t you ever seen a real swimmer before?”
"You are most welcome." And she didn't bow or bend or even stop putting her fingers back together. She felt absolutely rebellious sometimes and no one bothered to stop her here. It was crazy!
"I am certain I have seen real swimming." What did he think she was just doing? "Atlaneans are the best as swimming. There are fountains and flowing rivers and we did live under the ocean." What better swimmers could there be? She was caught between a fierce pride and a fierce anger toward her people, but she could, at least, defend their swimming.
"Also, where I come from people are a lot more naked, but my hero said that I can't be naked because it makes people embarrassed. You're mostly naked and not embarrassed. So you were trying to look for a compliment, right? You needed me to tell you how handsome you are. I only didn't want to give offense."
Finished with her fingers, Kalos wiggled the hardened caps that covered her tentacles. It was quite possible to pretend her hands were normal now. They looked to be the right shape and size. Only, the pile was only mostly gone. She pulled one foot out of the water to put her toe caps on as well.
"No one is mindless." Kalos rolled her eyes at this gorgon's callous talk about other peoples. How small minded she was.
> “Also, what's on the screen isn't real. See?”
The girl showed her a circle that showed Kalos her own face back on one side (her hero could be in there! She smiled at it just in case), and a bloody faced gorgon on the other. More red letters of this hybrid fool's language scrawled across the front. The girl looked between the disk and the glass that now showed black and also reflected Kalos back to herself.
> “Just a game.”
"That glass can show real things. I have seen my heroes and cars and people talking about the nudes." The news was both the most interesting and most boring things she'd ever seen in her life. Sometimes they sat and talked too much. Sometimes they showed cars and explosions and heroes.
The other gorgon offered that they play a different game.
"I can watch?" A new circle was set into a rectangle of plastic and then a new picture came on the glass. Kalos edged around the couch, forgetting the feather mess for now since there were bright colors and funny sounds happening. She found a seat, entranced and more than a little concerned looking.
"So the circles tell the glass what to show?" She needed some of those flat circles.
Did he want to cover her up because she was ugly? Kalos was sure she had no tears left, and yet they showed up anyway. She tried to climb up a bit higher to get her legs out of dog sniffing reach. The dog was big. Very, very big. But it also very, very listened. That was good.
"Are you not healed?" She felt a shudder run through her hero as he set her down on a bed. A real bed. A squishy real bed!
Kalos pushed on the squishy and tried not to ignore what hero Gawain was saying. He was having a power problem and it was normal. Normal was okay.
What she saw was incredible. Gawain sort of shrunk a little, his hair changed, and his shoulders were less. When he looked up at Kalos from the floor she realized that Gawain was no longer a man. His face was now a her face.
Her eyebrows went up. They came back down. She spent a long sullen moment looking at how her hero had changed. No wonder she had liked him, if he was really a girl.
"Can you change into anybody?" Powers were all different. Hero Gawain was still her hero. In fact, she liked her more, now. She looked far more nice.
Summer classes were in full swing and that meant the Mansion was quiet for someone who did not attend classes. Kalos was experimenting with the soft pillows strewn about in the living area next to the kitchen. She hated to be too far from the food. She also hated that she'd accidentally exploded a pillow when she threw it at the technology the other day. If pillow explosions were to happen, she wanted it to be intentional, not accidental.
She pressed her textured fingers into the cloth and marveled at how it gripped into the whitish coral caps. The girl could almost pick one up without gripping it. Almost. She hit another pillow and it did not break. She hit it harder and still nothing. Perhaps the pillow that had broken was old.
Kalos scraped her finger down the fabric and it made a hair-tingling horrible noise. Oh no. Not that. She would save that as an attack for a bad person. Kalos wiggled to get some of the terrible sound's effects out of her system, but now that she was paying attention to sounds, she heard someone stirring in the kitchen. Maybe it was the hero Ghost making lunch! Kalos popped up to her feet to see, but...
It was the one they called Jorge. He was a hero, technically, but only because he'd helped Gawain and Becca. He was old for a demigod, but not DocProf old. There was something about him that reminded her of Atlan and gave her the wiggles in ways similar to her finger scraping down soft fabric.
But... what was he doing? Perhaps more importantly, what was he doing in the kitchen?
She'd learned to be sneaky in the school of hard knocks so Kalos was quiet as she approached the man in order to spy. He seemed to be laying things out on the tops of the cabinets. Sweet things.
The coral girl jumped as the noise of the hero Jorge crunching into a fruit sounded loud and sudden.
Oh. If he was eating then these things were for eating.
As soon as he turned away, a little pink hand grabbed one of the flat things wrapped in paper and very thin metal. She had learned that this was a thing called chocolate and that all females were obliged to like it. She had liked the last piece that her hero Gawain had given her so she unwrapped it and took a very large bite.
It tasted like chocolate... a little... but mostly it was just gross.
"Yew chodwlet is bad!" It was a big bite and she didn't want to swallow it, but she could not reach the sink. Kalos flapped her hands in panic.
She could stay! Kalos pushed her face into his shirt and felt the wetness of her tears warmed by her hero's skin. She could stay. She could stay! He picked her up which was good considering that she was not letting him go. Maybe never ever again, she resolved with her arms around him, even if she knew that was not possible.
"Do I have to need clothes?" Atlanteans could walk about in whatever state of undress they wanted, especially if they were beautiful. Kalos always tried to cover herself, to cover her pink skin that was too pink so that she would minimize her offense, but now...? Now Kalos could run around in what she needed and no more. No more too hot days in too much cloth! But if hero Gawain needed to change, she would have to let him go... Kalos held tight for now. When she had to let him go, she would have to let him go. No sooner.
"Could I wear your shirt when you're done with it?" She could feel like a hero if she had a heroes shirt, of this Kalos was sure.
> "Um... I have a dog."
Angua? Like anguish? That was the exact type of name they had given to the hounds that helped hunt down escapees. Tapeínosi, Pónos, Dóntia... she'd met them more than she ever wanted to.
"Is it for hunting?" She couldn't help the panic that made her voice high and reedy. "Does it have to be here? Can you have no dog? Can it go somewhere else?"
This was a curious boy. He covered his chest in a huff. Was she not supposed to look at him? He was naked except his undywear. And he started to say things, but then did not. More curious. He asked if she minded, but she had no idea what she was supposed to mind. Instead, Kalos elected to warn the curious demigod boy that he should not prick his feet on her finger casings.
His face twisted. She had no idea how to react to that. He so clearly wanted to say that her blue tentacles were gross. He elected to stay within the obvious until his revulsion overcame him and he shuddered.
Kalos smiled. It was smile or get sad or angry and she was tired of the latter options.
"They are the cover part." She didn't have great words for what they were. "I put my fingers on so demigods like you don't have to see. But they make swimming difficult because they are like rock." Such silly sensibilities. She would not have expected them from someone so naked. Kalos took pity on him and put her hands back beneath the water. They were prettier in water and flowed like the wind was tickling a plant. It also made them harder to see since the pool was colored blueish and being underwater and all that.
"What am I minding?" She had tried to figure it out, but nothing had come to Kalos, so she figured that she should ask. But in asking, she had the realization that perhaps he had wanted her to pay him compliment on the muscles and handsome demigod nature he was displaying. In Atlantis, she would have been remiss not to say something when someone was attempting to be handsome.
"You have very many muscles for your back and shoulder and your undyware is very small so that I can see them as you must want them to be seen. You did a good choice of swimming clothing." There. That was diplomatic and flattering. She could not see how he could possibly object.
It was strange, being here above land. Kalos did not miss the garbage, but she missed knowing what was going to happen next. For all the bad at least there was consistency. She knew what to expect. She had been able to learn what guards would kick and which would only humiliate her if the other guards were looking. She had learned when the lights died for the day, where the best places were to hide to avoid notice. And how to plug her ears when bad things started happening that she could not stop.
> "'tis okay, little one. You're gonna be okay."
She sobbed against hero Gawain's chest. Because no one had missed her leaving. Because she only knew one person here and it was even a stretch to say that she knew Gawain. Nobody wanted her here. Actually, she was pretty sure that nobody wanted her.
Strangest of all, being hugged by a demigod was not as bad as she'd imagined. He was strong and he was warm and he tried his best.
Kalos devolved into a sort of full body hiccup and clung to her hero.
"C-can I s-stay with you?" She knew it was a very selfish request, but if she had to go somewhere else then she'd be all alone in a strange place with no one that she knew. "Please?"
Kalos was equal parts satisfied and horrified to see the pillow burst open and feathers explode out in a rain of fluff. She had used her weapon well. The weapon was lacking. She would have to clean that up and hide the evidence. Maybe under this big couch. Between the cushions.
> “Zombie what? Murder?”
"Yes. Behind the glass!" Kalos pointed. Emphatically. Obviously she had seen it. She had been delighting in the carnage and egging the moving picture on.
"How is watching people die a game?" This girl was seriously messed up. Kalos sniffed and kicked at a feather had caught a flow of air and was trying to escape back toward where the kitchen was.
"I wasn't scared. I was thinking the zombies need someone to be their friend."
