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 buzzed inside her skin with excitement born from a simple phone notification.
Aoife was at the Mansion gate. But, rather than the usual buzz-in and visit routine, her aunt was counting on her to come out to the gate and meet up with the model.
And Kalos was gonna do it.
She texted to ask her auntie to wait and flew to her room to grab her shoes and her favorite umbrella, a reflective holographic bubble umbrella. It was tinted dark like sunglasses so she didn't have to look up and feel like she would start falling that way, and the walls were close enough to make it cozy. It was her agoraphobia buster, and the best thing on the surface besides her family.
Kalos took the stairs down in twos and threes, pausing only to open her umbrella before skipping outside. Summer meant sweaty hot so she'd been hanging out a rainbow striped half shirt and some short black dungarees. She'd been told they were called "coveralls" but... they didn't cover all that much, since they were shorts. The internet suggested "dungarees" as an alternative name for them. They were loose enough to accommodate her crunchy parts, AND they had pockets. She especially loved the pocket on the front that was the perfect size for her phone.
"Auntie!" She jogged a bit awkwardly with the shoes. Kalos wasn't big on wearing them, but she did understand the necessity after she'd gone out in the snow barefoot in winter. Once she was close enough, her eyes snapped to the garment bag and Kalos desperately tried not to get her hopes up even though there was precedent for presents... was that garment bag Kalos-sized, perhaps? It was hard to say since Aoife was a size negative double zero.
Aoife greeted her and mentioned her second favorite surface thing: Aoife's surprises.
"Is it chocolate?" More than a few of her surprises had been. It was a safer guess than that tempting, teasing clothing bag.
Becca sounded like she was on board even before Kalos asked, but it was only polite to ask first so she did.
"Kin we keep 'er?"
The most important part of Kalos healing was, in her opinion, the fact that she'd had people who wouldn't give up on her. She had been told, but more importantly she'd been shown, that no matter what baggage or nonsense she brought to the table, she was still welcome.
Kalos resolved that she would be that person for Aoife. She would never give up on her.
She offered her hand to Aoife. Crusty as it was, she hoped the woman stood take it. "We kin stick taegether if ye want. Or- or ye kin visit when ye need." Kalos retracted her hand self-consciously. No way a grown up needed a kid hanger-on. But she would be here either way.
Kalos tried not to cringe on getting called out. "Atlaentis isnae big oan 'spikin Aenglish."
Thankfully her mom was there to rescue her with a claim that was sealed by a kiss. Ah. That might not ever get old. Kalos might've just melted on the spot if that weren't a potentially rude interruption to their big girl conversation.
Like going up for adoption.
"Oh! I was adopted thes year!" In her excitement, she'd partially abandoned the accent. She didn't drop it totally, that would've been impossible while surrounded by two strong accents in the conversation, but there was proof that Scots wasn't the only English she knew. "As a baybe Ah was left under a brige. At leest that's how th' story goes. Ah was a baybe sae Ah didn' remember. Ah only jist got parents thes year. Officially." She buzzed with excitement over the unexpected similarities.
"Ah grew up withoot a mom." The "also" was hopefully implied. She'd almost said that she grew up without someone who loved her, but... in their own way all the gorgons loved one another. They hadn't wanted to get attached since every day was a risk, but there'd been love of a kind.
Sister. Pretty sister. Kalos prickled emotionally due to how very pretty miss Aoife was. And, of course, her accent was perfectly intelligible, being a near match to Becca's own.
"Ah didne knoo ye hud a sister."
Kalos absolutely did not have a Scottish accent. Sure, she might slip on a word here or there that she'd only heard from Becca, but typically she didn't go full Scots... until now. She tried it on, hopefully not terribly, so that maybe she could fit in with the pair. She wasn't blood-related. But she could be language related? Maybe? She desperately wanted to fit here.
"Nice tae meit ye, Miss Aoife." She curtsied with the hem of her hoodie instead of shaking hands. Was curtseying a thing? Kalos cleared her throat uncomfortably, sure that she was botching this. Royally and totally botching this. She closed the door to the hallway so that no one else would witness this blimp crash of an introduction to an important part of her mother's life.
"Ah ne'er hud a sister until recently. Uhm. H-Hae ye ever bin tae th' mansion befair?" Oh no. What if she couldn't stop using the accent now that she'd started? Aoife would think she was a total weirdo if she dropped it now.
"Hmmm. So. Like this?" Kalos pouted her lips and the fish boy snorted from behind the phone where he was manning the camera.
"The filter won't work if you're making too crazy of a face."
Her fingers didn't work on the screen without taking the caps off and people really didn't like to see her real fingers so to take a selfie, Kalos had to recruit a friend. Kalos frowned and the camera shutter sounded.
"See? Now it looks more normal."
He flipped the phone toward her and she frowned more. Normal was not what she was seeing. It had made her eyes huge and bulging. There should have been a rainbow pouring out of her mouth, but the filter had latched onto one of the spokes of her coral crown instead so there was a rainbow pouring from her forehead into her frown.
Beau seemed to think it was hilarious.
Stupid filter.
"What about a different one?"
They flicked through a few options and settled on the auto-make up.
Auto makeup was not built for pink-hued skin.
"You know. Forget it." She grabbed the phone and stuffed it into her hoodie pocket. Beau wasn't making fun of her, just joking around. But he didn't get it. He could pass for a normal kid, minus the sometimes slime. Things in this world were built for him and his dumb fingers and his dumb face. "I'm just- I'm gonna- I think one of my moms is calling."
She didn't leave a lot of room for argument and scampered back home, slamming the door open and then freezing when there was not one, but two Becca's inside.
It never crossed her mind that she might be in danger from Rowan. So far as Kalos was concerned, there was only one active threat and that was Zorro. She was keeping tabs on him just fine and Rowan was happy to help keep that buffer so it was fine. She was fine to throw snow at a shifter.
"This is my first snow that's not in a snowglobe." Kalos admitted while trying to catch a fat flake from the wafting snow Rowan had thrown. It fell through her fingers and she had to scoop more snow just to get a proper look at it. "I mean, I've seen it out the window, but it's... differenter than I thought it'd be." She didn't want to say "colder" since she wasn't supposed to be cold. She was cold. It was fine. She'd get used to it, right?
Kalos dumped the snow from her hand and shook it out, careful not to lose her finger caps. That didn't really make her warmer, though. She pulled down her sleeves to cover her hands and stopped playing in the cold wet stuff. "Did you grow up around snow?" Kalos reached out for Rowan's arm or hand.
Again, she just didn't know what to add to her notes. Maybe love was like a magnet? You were either going towards it or shoved away? No, that wasn't right either. Ms. Sundance said she still loved her lover, but not "in" love in the same way. Kalos huffed. This was really super dumb. She'd gone from hating the assignment, to kind of liking it, and then right back into dislike.
"How do you spell messy? Is it "ie" or "y"?" That's all she was going to write about this section of love. MESSY. It was really messy sometimes.
"I should go ask someone else about the next part..." Kalos edged toward the door. If she had to turn and run to get away, she was willing to be that dramatic. She needed away now.
He gave his hand back to her and Kalos had to resist climbing up his arm to get off the ice. If she would move out from under the roof where the sun could properly heat things, it wouldn't be so slippy. Kalos steadied herself with Rowan's help and poked at and scooped up some of the snow from beyond the roofline. It was definitely more powdery, though it seemed to have a hard crust of harder snow she had to poke through. Kalos had noticed that Zorro had plowed right through some of the deeper drifts in his enthusiasm.
"Okay. I won't throw anything for Zorro." Though, it did look kind of fun. That was best left to the expert. Though... she did have a hand full of snow...
Kalos threw the snow at Rowan. Having not packed it first, the snow disseminated into a large poof that caught on the breeze and went just about every direction for a moment. Large flakes caught in her hair, eyelashes, and clothes and she laughed in delighted surprise.
Okay. So Ms. Sundance changed from lecture mode to actually answering her. The woman's smile softened her features somewhat, not too unlike Xavier's smile had. Love seemed to have a certain look to it, Kalos was learning. She relaxed marginally.
"Let me get this right." Kalos frowned at her notes, totally unsure if there was anything she COULD write down from this conversation. "You loved him. He loved you. You aren't lovers any more?" Did he... die? Considering Ms. Sundance seemed to care about rudeness, Kalos was sure that asking that was not allowed. Besides, she mentioned them being in different stages of life.
"If you were bestfriend lovers who shared your hearts and talked all the time, why would you stop doing that? You have that love look on your face and you said you love him still, but I don't get the "in" part of in love. How do you know when you're in it? You just fall in the hole and you're trapped?"
"I didn't uhm-" Kalos looked back and... yeah. She kinda did jump out of a window. Did she have to explain that, really? Nah. She settled for a sheepish shrug. What was done was done. There was no going back that way now. "I guess I did..."
She put her feet down and tried not to jump at the shock of cold that absolutely went straight through rough material she used to cover her feet. Kalos had insisted she was fine. So. She kinda had to be, now. She was all too happy to take his arm, his hand, whatever he was giving in the presence of Zorro, Kalos was accepting.
And then he took a step away? Were they too juicy of a target when standing together? She took one slippy step back towards the wall and had to hold her hands out to keep her balance. She stopped before she fell on her butt so it was fine. She also noted that there was still overhang here. Under the roof, she had an easier time ignoring the vast openness of being outside.
"Please don't go." She squeaked as something dripped on her from the edge of the roof. "I mean, if it's Zorro m-maybe could I throw the ball? That makes him go away and we- I—" she corrected herself since clearly there wasn't a we and Rowan was eager for distance "—I can make a run for it while he's busy. Or you can throw! You're good at that."
She was making everything so difficult on everyone and she hated that, but didn't know how to just stop being the way that she was.
Kalos had been told once upon a time that if someone tells you they are wrong or bad that Kalos should believe them. So when Ms. Sundance said she was the wrong person to ask, Kalos frowned. The coral girl very nearly walked out when she laughed. At least the very next thing was an apology. Kalos eased uncomfortably into the classroom watching a very clearly comfortable Ms. Sundance. The teacher reigned here and Kalos was definitely unwelcome.
She looked at her paper feeling stupider than she had in months. Ms. Sundance talked about variants of love like variants of virus.
"So. What's the point of even trying to be in love or not be in love? You don't know when love might sneak up and you. You don't know what it might be like. It might not stay the same? It can hurt you. You might like it? No thanks, I'm out." She turned to leave, Ms. Sundance was the worst person to ask, she said so herself.
And yet, the rock that Rowan had given her weighed heavily in her pocket.
"Do you still think about him even if you are not IN love? Did he love you? Did your boyfriend ever give you a rock? "
He did catch her. She was caught. Kalos squirmed, realizing for the first time that she wasn't sitting on the ice, she was sitting on him. Between the dog and the window, she hadn't spared a thought for where she'd ended up until she'd noticed his face turning red.
Oh no she was smushing him! He had to be getting smooshed. Kalos tried to shift her weight so he wouldn't be flattened like a bug, but she didn't exactly have leverage without putting herself onto the icy snow.
"Intense hide and seek?" Dang. She was caught between a rock and a hard place. "No. I just... sometimes I want to be by myself. Like. When I might maybe deserve to be in trouble." Hence the willingness to jump out of a window rather than get caught. Kalos wasn't always the best at thinking ahead or making super sound life choices. She was more of a gut feeling and take action kind of gal.
And that's how she ended up outside with no shoes in the middle of a snowy winter day on a boy's lap with him offering to carry her back inside.
"No. Please. I can walk." Was snow even that cold? She hadn't exactly tried it. "You shouldn't be punished because I am being selfish." She wiggled her feet out and showed off her coral encrusted soles. Her feet were already protected, right? And she was wearing pants and a big hoodie. She wasn't going to just up and die unless the dog helped.
Kalos collected her feet back when Zorro came trotting back toward them, nose down and ready to sniff. Where she had relaxed before, again Kalos went rigid. Zorro was a good dog like Angua. That didn't mean Kalos and Angua hung out ever. But, they had a sort of truce to stay away from one another. Zorro just kept coming back.
Kalos was mildly affronted. She hadn't said Ms. Sundance looked really old. Most mutants were absurdly beautiful and if the de-aging epidemic taught her anything, it was that mutants only seemed to get younger every couple years rather than aging.
She'd said she WAS really old. There was a world of experience worth of difference in those two statements.
"Okay." Kalos demurred, showing that she was sufficiently cowed. Teachers loved it when students looked like their spirits were at least a little crushed.
This seemed to cheer Ms. Sundance as well. That, or she wasn't one to hold a grudge. Kalos agreed again and followed in the wake of the woman with the farm of ants. Maybe they grew tiny crops?
> "Love and romance, while often related and commonly interwoven, are not, in fact, synonymous.”
"Wat?" Kalos stopped to write that down, but then had to jog to catch up before she'd gotten more than two letters written. "No. I guess I knew that." After all, not everyone who had love actually wanted it.
Except Ms. Sundance went on to say like three more riddles.
"You're teasing me." She planted her feet in the doorway to Ms. Sundance's classroom. "I just asked what the feel is- what it feels like. I didn't ask for a puzzle about spectrums. You do an- uh- it's an action. You do something. So it has to have a feel." Right? That was right, wasn't it?
She was swizzled around and protected. Kalos liked her odds a lot better with Rowan between her and Zorro. She liked it even better being closer to the Mansion. Moore roof was never a bad thing. She would have done it herself if her muscles weren't all bunched up and stuck.
And Rowan actually reached past the dog's sniffing nose which was RIGHT NEXT TO the dog's mouth to retrieve the ball and then threw the (ooey gooey) ball away as best as he could so that Zorro would follow.
To Zorro's credit, he ran off right away.
He really did want the ball.
A semi-hysterical giggle tried to bubble up despite Kalos keeping her lips tightly shut and that made her expression extremely muddled, part relief and part panic. Zorro hadn't yet acquired a taste for runaway girls.
Somehow this whole day had gone a bit sideways. Rowan whispered under his breath that it was going to be okay and Kalos used the softer skin of her wrist to wipe at her face despite the fact that she wasn't crying. With one more glance up at the window to be sure they weren't in easy eye-sight, Kalos relaxed marginally. She had to lean close so that she, too, could breathe her words in the barest whisper.
"I didn't mean to land on you. I'm sorry. I just- someone was coming and I forgot about Zorro for a second there." She pointed up at the window, sparing some attention to check on Zorro's whereabouts— still not in easy lunge-at-her range.
"It's the surplus storage near the laundry. I don't think —" She cut herself off when the window above them abruptly shirred to a solid close and the lock clicked into place. She heard a voice say something from the other side, but with a whole wall between them it was impossible to say what was said.
Kalos blinked at Rowan for a heartbeat and closed her hanging open mouth.
"Okay. So. Going back in that way is no longer an option."
She was unexpectedly cushioned by Rowan. Though they both still flopped down, it was poor Rowan who took the brunt of the fall. Kalos had been prepared to land on her hands and face. Instead, she clobbered Rowan to the ground. She wasn't exactly a comfortable person to catch with all her crusty patches. Well that was... nice.
Rowan tried to ask how she was, but Kalos panicked and put her hard hand over Rowan's mouth and put her other hand to her own mouth while communicating as best she could with her eyes that silence was needed. Once she was pretty sure he got the message, Kalos released him and glanced up at the window, waiting. She wasn't sure the adult would notice the open window, or even think to look out. She puzzled over the options until a panting sound alerted her to Zorro's nearness.
The blood drained from Kalos' face. She had absolutely forgotten there was a dog out there when she dove for it and now she was slow motion turning toward the approaching canine. She couldn't see its teeth. Not really. But it came close in an almost dancing sort of way. Teasing? Showing it was spry?
No. Rowan said they'd been playing. Zorro was... playing.
Kalos swallowed so loudly she was worried that the adult above them might hear. It was freeze or scream and screaming would let the person in her hiding place know she was out the window and thus would alert them that room was one of her hiding places.
A fine trembling began in her arms as Zorro slowed, flopping his head to one side at the strange display he'd happened upon. If he just stayed away... maybe it'd be okay?
