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.
People were eating. Kalos lingered at the edges of the dining area, waiting for a good time to go in.
There was never a good time to walk in. Someone else was always walking by which prompted her to scoot aside and press herself into the wood paneling until the smells of the food lured her close to the doorway again.
Someone else was always getting up or sitting down. If she could just time it right... she could walk over to where the buffet of food was. Kalos had watched the ritual tens of times. Maybe even a hundred times, by now. She would just go and get a plate. All the kids just grabbed one off the stack.
Kalos took a large step toward the buffet that was laid out on the bar top that backed up to the kitchen.
It just felt like everyone was looking at her. She panicked and turned right around, ready to leave and come back when it was dark and all the students were asleep again.
Lol you always have a free spot on my dance card. here are a couple of ideas as, realistically, Kalos would only interact with two of my characters:
JORGE- Of course there will be issues with this two. She may or may not have seen him working for her hated King Atlan. But Jorge really is a nice guy and of course he would want to help her to encourage her to go outside. Plus, water manipulation is very pretty to watch.
AGNES- From time to time, Agnes visits the place that was once her home. Also, since she is having an affair with the English teacher (Shhhh) Agnes may run into her while in the building. She has different stages of physical mutation, but maybe Kalos can run into her one day when Agnes has her insect carapace up? Physically mutant can bond.
And that's about it. of course these don't have to be right now but whenever you have time or want to. ^_^
I actually think I'd like a Jorge thread. He's Chase's papa and she may just need to air her grievances so that she can move on with her life. Would you want to wait until after Atlantis for that, though? Or do you think we could safely proceed without breaking continuity?
Aoi and kalos are both young, Aoi is 13 and shy. She looks completely human. Aoi is kinda shy and lonelyish. Aoi is likely feeling bad about her and Amber destroying the kitchen recently
Is Aoi that young? They're only 3 years different! I had no idea! I'll shoot you a pm.
I'm looking for 1 or 2 more Kalos threads because I have a mighty thirst.
Kalos is currently an indoor coral only and as per her mutation section she'll start fading in color soon unless someone can convince her it's okay to go outside.
Other quick ideas:
look at Kalos' list of fears. Are you on it? Maybe we should thread!
Visible mutation? Let's be friends!
Perfect front teeth? Kalos can kick those out if you want!
Kalos stomped her foot, but not too hard, into the carpet and it made a dissatisfying fwuff. "No." She whined. "Not in the light. I can't sleep." She was feeling teary so she fwuffed her foot again until she realized it just wasn't going to work. He was too sleepy. She should not have come!
"You sleep." She whispered her defeat with despair. "I can do it." Except that she would rather have had help.
Little pink feet tiptoed back across an ocean of carpet.
She edged down the stairs, always cautious of the spots that she had learned would squeak.
On the floor outside the pantry sat 5 opened boxes of quick-prepare meals, lined up just so. Stuffed into hiding behind the fleet of boxes was an empty ziplock that looked like a bear had mauled it. The flaps were too hard to separate. It was easier to go in through the side. That had once contained almonds. Those almonds were now her only back up food reserve and they lived in the pocket of her flashy yellow skort.
Kalos looked at the little drawings on the back of one packages. She had discovered these hieroglyphics were instructions. She did not know where all of the things were, but she knew where some things were that kind of looked similar.
The little coral girl used the refrigerator handle as a foothold and clambered up onto the countertop. Standing on the counter she pulled a few plates out and sat them next to her. They were out of the way now, so she could reach into the back where she had seen the big glass bowls.
Glass had been a rarity. Someone like her would never be allowed to touch something like this back in Atlantis. It was too perfect.
The pictures said water went into it and then it went onto the stove.
Yes! It was her! Kalos put her hands together like a prayer and put her fingers on her chin.
"I came because none of the boxes have inside what is the picture on the outside. The inside is all hard and it crunches and I don't know what to do to make it like the picture." Once she'd opened her mouth, it just all came spilling out in a hushed whisper.
"They took away my secret food from my room." For some reason she didn't want to admit that she was hungry. Asking for help was alright, though.
"I came here because you are a helper." She continued softly, glancing at the thing that Chase glanced at which glowed against the darkness, but told her nothing. "I know the sun is down. But... I... Can you help? Please?"
Relieved to see she'd finally found the right room, Kalos padded across an ocean of carpet before she stopped an arm's length away from Chase's bed.
He was asleep.
That was fair. The sun sank down beneath the horizon many hours ago. Kalos had tried to go to bed too. But she'd been nervous about dinner and left early. Someone had cleaned up the food she had stuffed under her bed. She wasn't sure if she was in trouble so she hadn't left her room again at all... until now.
Now she danced back and forth on silent feet, unsure of what to do. Chase was safe, but he was going to be so mad at her. She had gotten too used to having food. And she tried to help herself after everyone else had gone to bed, but everything was sealed up good and tight and none of the things inside the boxes looked like the pictures on the front!
"Psssss." Kalos pat the bed to try to wake him in the most gentle way possible. If she woke him gently, he would be in a better mood. "Chaaaaaase. Please wake up."
Rather than let herself fall into a blubbering mess, Kalos' eyes hardened like the lump of hate that burned in her chest. She wasn't mad at Chase, but at the idea that people were mean enough to use what gifts were given to them just to hurt other people. Up here was supposed to have been different!
Her skin mottled a flush of purple wherever the skin was thinnest: her lips, cheeks, and even the tips of her ears. Her lips pressed tight together. Talking and whispers dangerous beats, but abuse was a whole other level of bad.
"There is no excusing people who kick."
And just as suddenly Kalos' skin sapped back to pink and her eyes opened wide. She'd thought about kicking those big kids. Not kicking like she had endured. Or like whatever was happening to make Chase lose his smile. Her hate evaporated.
Real, big tears welled up and this time she wasn't able to stop them from rolling down her cheeks and sinking into her skin. Despite all that she managed to meet Chase stare for determined stare. She would have to find the good people that Chase was talking about. The good people on the outside.
"I don't want you to kick people." She was very concerned about that. Stomping might be okay. She would have to look into stomping.
"You're a good person." She insisted. If that wasn't true, she was more than willing to believe it anyway. He had a Gorgon face. Even if he didn't wear it all the time, he knew what it was to be Gorgon.
"I don't want people to hurt anybody." She wiped again at her wet cheeks. "Someday, can you show me the good outside?"
"It's okay if it's pretend. My heart had not been ready and for that I have my sorry." She'd expected him to turn into something like her. Not exactly her. Playing tricks had not occurred to her. She used to play mean tricks on the guards, slipping small things into their shoes and pockets so that they would take the terrible smell of that grimy pit home with them.
Kalos dumped the almost circle in disgust. She didn't know what the sun looked like. It was a terrible attempt.
> “I don’t like my other face,”
"What?" She was glad she'd dumped the toy, Chase was being dumb. He needed her full attention so she turned and gave it to him. She did not want to frighten him again, but this was important.
"I like your face." Not his other face. It was his face-face. She insisted. It was obvious. Glorious! Why would he not like it?
> “Sometimes, up here, people will treat you bad for looking different..."
"No. Not here." Again, she insisted! She had opinions and they were the correct ones. The X-men was different! The Mansion was different!
He conceded that point, thankfully before she got too worked up. But pointed out that there wasn an outside to up here.
Oh.
Her eyes prickled with tears. "Did they kick you?" The smell and the muck had been the worst, but what Kalos had seen out of the windows was all very, very clean. That made her tick down the list of terribleness she had suffered at the hands of Perci and his enforcers. Kicking. That was the next worst.
The X-jet wasn't complete, but Kalos had lost interest in it. Instead she started grouping the blocks roughly by color as she brooded.
The older kids were lucky that she wanted to stay, otherwise she would have kicked them right in their pretty demigod shins. Chase had turned out to be the most admirable person she'd met at the Mansion so far. And he looked at her like she was... Like he wasn't a Gorgon too! She'd seen him!
Kalos scooped all the yellows together to pick through them.
She ignored him on purpose when he sat down. She had a partial blocky circle done and she wasn't sure if she was mad or in trouble.
> “It looks really cool. Is this part from you?”
"You have said you need a thing from me if you want to pretend." She looked up at him, eyes full of contrition. "But only for pretend."
He was a Demigod again. Kalos' eyebrows dropped low into a pout. "Why don't you wear your other face?"
She would have been terrified if he'd been an adult, but Chase was in a very unique position. She did not like getting shouted at, but she did like that he stood up for himself. Kalos would have been conflicted if he hadn't been so perfectly gorgon.
Chase insisted he hadn't done anything to her. She'd still been standing there.He had just pretending...? It'd been fine when he wasn't her. He had started to turn just her same color of pink on just his face, even now he was very pink. She checked herself to make sure he wasn't stealing her color. She seemed okay.
Kalos watched Chase interact with the other kids. They seemed concerned. He wasn't having any. Again, Kalos approved. She even felt a surge of protectiveness. She really didn't understand why he was crying, though. He had said that he didn't do anything wrong. Did he need an apology from Kalos? She scratched her head and her fingers scraped loudly against her exposed scalp.
"What did you do to him?" The older kids had no answers and so they looked to her for answers again, even asking the same thing. Perhaps they thought her answer had changed?
No one seemed happy to be here. Wasn't this supposed to be a happy place?
"I do not know?" She didn't have to explain to them what she already didn't understand and her tone was dismissive as a result. Why weren't they leaving?
"You shouldn't have screamed."
And he should not have a dumb face. Kalos frowned at him. "Okay."
That seemed to confuse them. Good. Kalos dropped back to the Lego and picked up her plane. Chase's pyramid was still there... It would only take a few more pieces to complete...
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She tried not to take too long as a result, the final product was far less polished than she had hoped. She had his triangle all done and on top was a blocky figure made from smoky, almost transparent gray blocks. The head had two single pip, round pieces that she'd yanked off of a partial attempt at a car. She'd also found a frilly, special piece that was a flower and that went into the hand... or where a hand would have been if these rectangles had more better shapes.
Down at the bottom there was a little pink rectangle, the top most piece was a little bit of her coral which she'd snapped off of her crown and jammed into place.
Perfect.
She had to ask and once she found him, all she could see were a pair of shoes. Kalos set the pyramid down and nudged it toward him and then ran back to the Lego pile.
The moment he let go, he seemed to stop stealing her essence. The moment Kalos realized that he stopped sucking her soul or youth or beauty or power or however he managed it, she also stopped screaming.
A small group of students rushed over, some looking for danger, others more clearly curious came to see what the noise was about. Kalos wanted to stare them down, but Chase had finally done something so much more interesting. He wasn't a demigod and he wasn't her. He was something entirely other.
"I didn't know you would steal my essence." She protested, unrepentant. "You- you had my voice! I need it for me." Kalos hooked her strap back into her coveralls and hesitated. She wanted to approach this wonderful grey friend, but there were interlopers. She diverted to the nearest gawking demigod and waved a pink hand to draw their attention.
"I am sorry." She announced the words, but didn't sound the least bit repentant. She sounded like she wanted to kick them in the shins. "He is my Chase friend. I make the mistake. You go away."
He asked for something, well, this was all she had. Kalos opened her mouth to object, but Chase had many other things to say first.
"Why are you hiding?" A better question might have been 'Why did he keep doing nonsensical things?' Taking off one's clothing wasn't shameful. "There is a difference between not wearing clothes and shameful acts."
Oh! But his cheeks were so pink! Kalos eagerly watched him as he stammered through how all the uplanders treated clothing. Paper clothes? No. She was interested in seeing Chase turn into a gorgon. Somewhere in his explanation, he'd stopped doing that.
> “Here, I have an idea. Is it cool if I touch your overalls?”
He wanted her clothes now? She looked down at the blue coveralls still not understanding this boy. Kalos put the strap into his hand. Maybe he needed to be connected to her somehow?
Her breath left her in a rush when his body started changing. She saw it happening. It was a roll of some kind. Like his skin was many strands and hiding just underneath his demigod appearance was gorgon. Not only was he gorgon inside, he was pink. And the next thing she knew...
> “Now I look like you!”
He smiled at her saucer-wide eyes. He smiled with her teeth.
Kalos shrieked, a thin, high-pitched and continuous sound almost like a boiling kettle.
He had her skin, her coral crown, her eyes. His clothes remained the same, but he HE HAD HER VOICE! CHASE STOLE WHO SHE WAS!
Kalos snorted. Such a demigod thing to say that her teeth were abnormal and monstrous without actually saying it. It didn't bother her. They were her teeth. She wasn't getting new ones any time soon, and also... That was kind of the point of her asking. All demigods had shiny boring teeth.
She was dumbfounded when he asked for something from her. Was that a common custom?
"I don't have things?" Her statement turned into a question halfway through its inception. Was that true? She'd been told that her clothes were hers now.
Kalos pushed her hands against the ground in order to help herself to her feet. Little pink hands went to the overall buckles at her shoulders. She could give him this thing she wore.
Were demigods and gorgons mutants? Kalos wasn't sure, but she didn't want to sound not sure. "Of course they are." According to her.
'Up here' he said. It was the best description of up here Kalos had heard so far. Manhatter and the Mansion didn't mean much of anything. It was all ground, soft and loamy ground. It was all the wrong texture.
She was working hard on making a tail for the plane when Chase changed his hair to be more like hers. The right texture.
Kalos dropped her plane along with her interest in it.
"Can you doooooo," she cast about for something non-demigod-ish, "teeth?" She bared her textured coral teeth at him.
"I'm from the Atlantis Ocean" She reported and got two more bricks to click together. It was looking a little more square than she wanted. Kalos took that last brick pack off.
"No, you are wrong. Mutant is all of every powered person." The X-men had already explained that to her. Kalos got a thrill from clicking another block into place. These made really good sounds! Unfortunately it did not sink into the correct position. It was not centered. She clawed at it.
"Demigods are the kind of people you have no way to see power. They do things. They have shiny hair and smiles that are lies." More than the brick she'd wanted came off. Kalos looked at the chunk of blocks as if it had done a very bad thing.
"Pink mutant are gorgon. Or any mutant you see all the time is mutant, that is gorgon." Humans? Well, she'd seen the Atlan-ensnared humans. Kalos wasn't concerned about those.
Kalos lined the black brick up correctly this time and that, in turn, got the wings to stick. It was actually starting to look like a plane now, but she needed something for a the front part that they could look through.
He could look like other people? She turned a curious eye to this Chase. "Can you look like ugly people?" Kalos did not count herself among the ugly people, she was mostly curious and guided by her whim.
They're only 3 years different! I had no idea! I'll shoot you a pm.