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 got thanks. They were deserved thanks and they almost made her want to show off more of how she knew all the hidey holes at the Mansion. Almost. She didn't actually want to give away all the hidey holes of the Mansion. She wasn't yet done having a few secrets just for herself.
"Yeah. I guess next time a bear comes through the window, hit me up." Thank goodness that bear had turned quickly into a girl. Kalos wasn't sure she had a single defense against a head-removing bear that could break inside the Mansion.
Truth be told, that wasn't the only thing about Aoi that scared her. The other girl laughed at weird times. And she sometimes spoke not-English and not-Greek and she had a not-Scottish accent. It wasn't even a New York accent, so far as she could tell. (Not that she was great at telling.) It was the unknown-ness of her that scared Kalos most.
"Do you ever know when you're gonna be in bear mode? Is it a pringle before you change or something?" She meant tingle, but... well, words were hard sometimes when you mostly watched commercials and snuck junk food. And speaking of Pringles, Kalos dug down in the bottom of the pantry behind a heavy box of water bottles to pull out an opened bag of salmon jerky, turkey jerky, and beef jerky. Though she was loathe to share the salmon jerky as it was her favorite, Kalos would do it to make a new friend.
"Fish is my favorite." She admitted as she laid out the spoils for everyone to choose for themselves.
> "what powers do you two have, other then saving my cute but?"
Was her butt particularly cute? Kalos tried to circumspectly check, but butts were just butts. Why were people into butts?
"Uh. For me, it's pretty much what you see is what you get." She waved her hand as if to say hello. Her fingers were white, the tips not quite smooth but not nearly as rough as the growths from her scalp and shoulders. "It's coral. I'm coral, I guess." She grabbed some salmon jerky and was happy to pass the conversation's priority over to the newcomer.
Why yes. She sould lead the way. Kalos was possibly the best versed mutant in the entire Mansion to be qualified to lead the way as she almost never left the building itself.
"Upstairs and out the side door. We can take the hall through the girl dorms and down some more stairs and... I'll just show you." A quick peek toward the door, but it wasn't moving. She glanced at the camera, but it was pointed toward the main entrance. Kalos popped out of their hiding spot like piece of toast in a too-enthusiastic toaster. "We'll end up in the kitchen if you can carry her that far. There's bandaids in the kitchen."
She grinned, sure they would get away with this mild caper.
"Camera here, pointing this way." She showed with her hands how it was set up and then slipped close to the wall to scoot through it's blind spot. An easy task for one person. Maybe not so easy for two.
Beyond that was it was plush carpets, lazy students on break, and a quick descent into a clean, open format kitchen with a walk in pantry. Kalos went straight for the pantry, climbed the shelves and grabbed the first aid box. She kicked the stepping stool (which would have been the more normal way to reach the first aid box) toward her new friends so Aoi could sit down and offered the box to Rowan, who seemed sensitive to Aoi's hurts.
"Little paper things are hard for me to open." She shrugged. Just a fact of life when you fingers were basically bone.
Kalos felt faint. Aoi could rip people's heads off. And they just let her roam around? So... she had to be safe, right? Like, she could, but she wouldn't.
"It wasn't the doctor. Get in here." She waved the other two into her hiding spot and scooted and crunched and cramped until they were all tightly packed, hidden by the chair that Rowan thoughtfully pulled in to keep them inconspicuous.
She hardly dared breathe as stompy adult feet came prowling in. They went to the window and chatted about how the glass was all busted up toward the inside. They noticed the blood, but thankfully that appeared to be far enough away and not directed toward the librarian's desk. They were checking all around, walking so close that Kalos started to feel faint when she saw some X-men boots from the small cubby of their hiding spot.
"It's probably a student who bailed." A young man's voice called from toward the window. Kalos wasn't sure which X it was, but she could say with confidence it was not Mirror.
"Yeah." The pair of feet nearest to them turned the toes away from the three hiding kids. They totally weren't looking toward the librarian's desk!
"They'll probably be with DocProf. Let's see if we can get an update. Make sure everyone's okay."
"And call Maintenance," the pair of feet nearest to them added as they left Kalos' sight and started walking back toward the library doors. "Someone's gotta patch that window."
Kalos pointed silently up and over, a motion too vague to be understood clearly, but she didn't yet dare talk. There was a second floor of the library. She hoped the other kids would realize that meant there was more than one exit.
If they could get out before maintenance came in to tape up the window, they'd be off the hook, right?
Kalos had to be grown up now. She was a big sister and she was wearing a rather grown up dress. She looked more grown up now, having grown tremendously in height after being introduced to proper nutrition and fresh foods. So she had to act like it, too.
Accompanying Becca, she hadn't squeezed her hand too hard (Becca was still a bit sore from her baby surgery, after all). She fought the vertigo and did not once complain that she felt that she might fall into the sky (they had brought a pretty parasol and that definitely helped despite the wind that tried to rip it from her hands). She did not complain that the witness they chose would make it impossible for her to stand (she would just keep her distance quietly).
Kalos gave Becca's hand another squeeze when Maya showed up with Gemma and baby Iris in tow. Becca didn't need her moral support any more. Her best friend was here to do the wedding thing. Kalos slid off to the perimeter of the wall and beamed her happiness brightly enough to be seen from outer space.
> "Are you ready?"
Despite knowing that question was not intended for her, Kalos felt compelled to answer.
"I'm so so ready. Get married!" She clapped her hands which sounded like a hollow slap of porcelain.
Posted by Kalos on Dec 29, 2020 23:30:54 GMT -6
Neopolitan likes this
Mystic
#EF9A9A
306
97
Jan 6, 2022 8:53:06 GMT -6
Ghost
Kalos' eyebrows ground together when she made a concerned face. It made her not want to be concerned, but when someone went to bed as a human and woke up as a bear... "I bet you spark a whole round of nightmares each time you take out your door." Sheesh. Maybe Kalos didn't want to move out of the adult's hall. She was getting older and more comfortable around other kids, but... not bears. Definitely not bears.
"Security office." A nasal sounding guy answered, lightly out of breath.
And... now she actually had to talk. But she hadn't really thought it out yet. She'd been paying attention to Aoi's story and- and-
Crap.
Kalos panicked and hung up.
"We could just... clean it up?" She ended lamely, knowing that she'd messed up and hating herself for it.
An alarm went off somewhere, though there weren't any flashing lights or anything. It was possible she heard the words "perimeter breach" from a strong voice in the hallway before she dove for the cubby under the librarian's desk.
Biggest land predator. Kalos hugged herself to keep from sinking down into herself. Aoi wasn't a predator right this moment. Right now, she was a bleeding girl who was talking and mostly making sense.
Oh and Rowan was new? That explained it. "When I was first here, I thought every little mistake was going to have them throw me out on the street." Rowan seemed to have trouble looking away. Kalos smirked. Yeah. She was that pretty. She raised her shoulders in a crunchy shrug and moved toward the phone at the librarian's desk.
"The adults aren't like that here. Wherever you came from, this is probably different." That was right, wasn't it? She was less confident than she sounded, but... no. They were good people here. Whatever the punishment it would be fair.
Kalos picked up the phone and pushed the button labeled "office." Which office? Well, they'd find out, wouldn't they?
> "i don't even wanna see my room"
"Why? What's wrong with your room?" When she put the phone to her ear, it was already ringing.
She felt stupid. OF COURSE it was a mutant. Dogs didn't normally get that big.
While the boy she'd grabbed tried to walk into a bookshelf, the girl picked her way through the glass and went for the librarian's lost and found. That was clever. Kalos would never had thought there'd be clothes just laying around in boxes.
Honestly, Kalos wasn't sure where to start in fixing this. Her book was used as an impromptu censor. She probably wouldn't be reading Mythology and Mutations until the girl was clothed. The tee shirt she pulled out was much, MUCH too thin. Kalos shrugged out of her oversized hoodie and tossed it onto the librarian's desk. Kalos still wore a long sleeve shirt, though this had holes for some of her larger coral growths. She was practically armored except that the armor broke easily into scratchy pinkish dust.
"Are you okay?" She started by asking the boy, since the girl was helping herself. Was that... blood on the ground? Ick. Someone would need to clean the glass, and both the boy and the girl looked too squishy to help much. Did she hear mention of chains?
> "So um I'm Aoi.."
Oh. A bear Kalos was just heaping on the dumb. She knew about bears. She'd just... never seen one.
"Kalos Gorgon Grey-Morris." She was proud of her full name so her full name was what they were going to get. "I've never seen a bear so big and white. Aren't bears brown? And... cuddly? Are you bleeding?" She pointed to the red on the floor. Exhibit A. The glass everywhere else was Exhibit B and wasn't there a broom somewhere?
"I think we should call an adult about the window." Just looking at it gave her a bit of vertigo. Flakes of snow were breezing in when the wind hit just right. And she was already freezing outside of her sweater, despite being plenty covered. She was a child of the summer seas and climate control. Winter and outside were both very much not her thing.
She was vaguely aware of people around. There were always people around at the Mansion. Once, Kalos had even caught a human in the living room. She held him captive for hours and made him tell her about human things. That had turned out rather boring, all things considered. He hadn't even tried to murder a single person. But, because there were people around, Kalos quickly turned the page away from the nude-y bits.
"Nucke... Nuke... Noo-" What the heck? Kalos peered over a gruesome picture of a skinless morse-man thing as a shadow fell over her page. She frowned and started to turn toward her worst nightmare. A soft pop and a slicing crack... and a GIANT DOG WAS PUSHING THE WINDOW IN SO THAT THE OUTSIDE WAS COMING INSIDE.
"DON'T EAT MEEEEEEEEE."
CRASH.
Kalos abandoned the book and the windowsill and her wits. She blindly panic-climbed the first thing in her path: a boy.
It dawned on her, as she had two fistfulls of clothing, that she'd heard words in there somewhere. The growling and snarling drool-y threat had, at some point, turned into an "I'm SOO sorry."
Kalos tried to put the boy between her and the... girl? The naked girl.
Posted by Kalos on Dec 29, 2020 18:00:43 GMT -6
Neopolitan likes this
Mystic
#EF9A9A
306
97
Jan 6, 2022 8:53:06 GMT -6
Ghost
She'd sworn up and down that they'd never trick her into reading. Now she was doing it all on her own. And she kinda liked it, NOT that she would ever, EVER tell Becca. Kalos sat in a window sill that seemed to always face the sunshine. The watery winter rays seeped through her mustard colored hoodie and, despite the biting cold outside that also tried to get through the window, managed to make her feel toasty warm. Her hair, especially, seemed to soak in and collect the heat.
"... the yoo... the yup... the upper boooooodies of men," she read quietly aloud to herself, stretching words when she inevitably got stuck for a moment, sometimes circling back to try a word or sentence again when it felt too foreign in her mouth. "front hooooves of horses and a... sperp- a surp..entine fish tail." She turned to inspect the picture, a fantasy drawing of an ikhthyokentauroi that was labeled Ichthyocentaur. Why they sometimes took words that made sense and translated only half of them was absolutely boggling to the coral girl. And why everything became overly pretty in drawings was equally baffling. She'd never met an ikhthyokentauroi in the slums. She had no idea if they were real or not, but... well, nobody had any right to look that good.
She squinted to get a better look at the lumps of man chest. Did that many muscles make sense? Did underwater horses make sense? Did mutants have to make sense?
"Pretty sure that's illegal." She turned the page, taking care not to scrape the paper with her hardened fingertips. "Eeiiiipotane. Ipotane." She looked at the picture and her pink skin faded purple. Oof. That was... exaggerated.
They got away from their conversation? But they were still having it. This man was confusing her with word traps. Words could be dangerous. And she'd been told they could even hurt. Kalos decided that he must be tricking her somehow. She just couldn't see it yet. He was a danger, and as a brave protector queen of everything, she would have to keep him under her watchful eye. Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closest.
"You..." No that wasn't right. She shook her head at herself and started again. "I permit you to remain for one hour upon which I shall reastress the conversation." Yes. Very regal. Very adult sounding.
And besides, she still had questions. Kalos decided to be brave and picked up the book of Malcom. No traps sprung out. She would have booby trapped hers.
"I should like to hear about countries, if you please. You have them, yes? Which ones are yours?"
She offered the book back to the man, though she did so at maximum range, stretching her arms as long as they would go so that he wouldn't be able to grab her.
Kalos cringed. Oh Poseidon, she'd made her more mad than she'd thought! She turned wide eyes up to the girl's enthusiasm and didn't quite comprehend what was happening.
She... liked? Being interrupted?
"What's wrong with your face?" She goggled at the baring of teeth and ... was that amusement in her eyes? No, the eyes flashed back to an almost dead look. The coral girl was so totally thrown by the mix of signals she was getting. "Are you okay?"
Despite her desire to stay hidden, it was more advantageous to be able to run now that she'd been spotted. Kalos kept low, but she did wriggle out from behind the television so that she wouldn't bowl the entire rig over. The list time she'd broken something, the adults had gotten very... anxious.
She tried not to laugh. Adults, even sensible roachy ones, all fell for whatever papers said. "Oh- it's true. You see boxes on paper. I see kids sneaking and putting stinky socks under mattresses so their box is not one they want to be in. Or-!" Kalos had a few more examples, but it suddenly felt like ratting her fellow kids out. "You see boxes. Out in the air, it's not so square."
Bossing was bossing, so far as Kalos could tell. Interests had nothing to do with little kids like her. If she was allowed interests then she wouldn't have to do the school thing.
"I do not like school. Buuuuuuut school is impordant to be a well rounded mind and thinking- uh... for my self." That was almost sort-of how Becca said that right? Kalos would know by Gregory's reaction if she'd gotten it right enough to be off the hook from another 'school is not dumb' lecture.
> "...those who do not like people and things just because they are different are often afraid of what they do not know."
"What about the ones afraid of what they know?"
She could remember a few things she'd rather not. Surely that didn't make her inconsiderate. She was just being careful. Not because it was different... right?
> "I have no plans to take you away from your family"
"Which is good 'cause you wasn't gonna." And if he tried then... what? Kalos rocked where she sat. What would she do if someone tried to take her away from Becca and Gawain?
"Do you-? Have you ever gotten into a fight? Does everyone fight? Is-does fighting... is you have to do it?"
Kalos had to defend her statement. "Strong have space because they can defend it. They can be scary and nobody wants to mess with them. Or they find a place no one would dare go because they have desperate…" Like Kalos and outside.
Maybe… she was weak.
"I don't let people boss me. I'm the boss. If I don't want to, I don't have to. I don't. They said I didn't never have to."
But she was sensing an end to that generosity. She still was not a strong reader. She still spoke with an accent. She cut class, what was the point? Was she going to get a job? Fight crime? Leave? Did she want to be stronger? She was tricky, maybe. Strong enough to make her own decisions despite what others wanted from her, but... able to defend herself? Defend her wants? Defend someone else?
No. Not at all.
Gregory had a lot of good feelings about hats. It was hard not to agree on some level. "It doesn't bother me if people look. I'm pretty. If they don't see it they're wrong. And your hats are the best. They can look. The trouble is when they want to pick because they do not like differentses." The idea of a confrontation made her feel like she might shake apart. She'd rather just keep hiding.
> "I could talk to your guardian-"
"No!" She hadn't meant to step on his words. Kalos sat back, having leaned forward for emphasis. "No. I like my alone, but no. I- if I did not have Gawain and Becca. They said I could be family. And, family sticks together. There's a baby in Becca's belly that I want to meet. And be the big sister." She had only just gotten a real invitation to be family. Kalos was not going to throw that out the window just for some privacy. "So. Thank you. No."
He was glad to meet her. That made her feel somewhat shy. "You remind me of a man I knew under the sea. He was grumpier. With more knives." That seemed to be the least embarrassing way to say 'yeah, I'm glad to meet you too.'
Kalos almost lost it when Red said "poop." She covered her snorting start of a laugh with her hand. Adults simply did not say such things. They said... well, they didn't say. They just tried to say all the words around poop without actually saying it.
Except not Red. He just said it.
"I don't want to do my business all over every place. That's gross. I just mean I want to be a boss. I want to walk in a room and people are think 'oh no. we best do as she commands.' and the like."
>"Anything you like learning about? What you want to be when you grow up and all that jazz?"
That made Kalos quiet in a thinking retreat. She accepted her cocoa puffs seriously and held them in her lap.
"Maybe to bake? In the oven? I think it is science and exact measuring and little changing can make big differences. I never did a bake before here. And sweet things make people happy." She'd almost never seen someone say no to a baked treat. Almost because... well, there was that one time when she'd experimented a little too much and her cupcakes had turned a blobby gray.
"I don't think I want to grow up. It'd be better to just keep hiding here. We got cocoa puffs easy. And tht's not bad."
And speaking again was enough to tip off the girl. She zeroed in on Kalos' hiding spot immediately. She knew that spot wasn't a ver secure one. She'd just hoped it might last a little longer.
So... Why was she hiding where she was?
"It's warm? And I can hear the movies when those are on." Kalos held her white bone hands up to the back vents of the television where it was gushing out heat like an undersea vent. She wasn't really hiding from any one person in particular. She was just... hiding. For its own sake.
Why are you sorry was a much more difficult question.
"Ehm. You-" She took a steadying breath and started over. "You were doing a focus thing. I interrupted you and I'm really so sorry I won't do it anymore I'll be so quiet and you can just go back it can be okay." Her words had started speeding up to try to stave off the inevitable yelling that would happen. People here didn't hit or kick, but they did tend to get upset. She often upset them.
"Or! I can go! I will just go. I'm go. I won't be your bother." She wanted to slink away, but the place where the girl was standing meant she basically had to have her permission to escape. Kalos smiled a nervous, mostly bubbled coral teeth smile. Obviously she needed practice to look a little less horrifying when she tried a forced smile.
