The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
He got to the floor. He bowed. He spoke, maybe not the most reverently, but he was playing nice. Definitely playing, Kalos decided. But this was the most interesting mutant she'd met so far. An adult... who played.
"Forgiven." She was a most magnanimous ruler. His posture and stammering, in turn, did much to soothe her fears. Kalos relaxed her grip against the wall and checked her exits again. It was possible she did not have to go around after all. She let go and drifted toward the back of the couch.
And, he was only a writer. She opened her mouth to ask further about web novels when he dropped the bomb. The h-bomb.
"No powers? Not a third ear? Or- or- You're just saying you're harmless?" That's all he was saying, right? A fan of mutants was not a damaging power it was... uh... it was... just... weird? Kalos tried not to look at him with too much of any one emotion. Fear and pity waged within her. A demigod with no powers. That just made him human? The realization of the danger made her pulse spike. "No abilities at all?"
He had asked her something and Kalos had to stop and think back to what was said. What would her subjects call her if she were really in charge? "Your highness is acceptable." More than acceptable, it made her flush purple with delight until she realized that she'd entrapped a human into her service. A human!
Oh! Kalos jumped when he first spoke. It wasn't that she wasn't expecting it. It was that He sounded very sure of himself and very grown up and very big and very scary. This whole thing could go sideways so fast if he got mean. Her heart was hammering, she couldn't afford to be distracted even for one second.
He was a cheerful one. Kalos's eyes narrowed further because in her experience the cheerful ones were the least truthful. She did not trust the cheerful ones.
He said he was here for being inside a "tur view" which sounded totally made up. Unless it was a mutant thing... It could be a mutant thing.
He very politely added that he could move if he was bothering her, was he bothering her?
"Yes." She was brutally honest. He bothered her a lot with his straight demigod teeth in his pale demigod skin. "But if you swear feel teeth to me as your queen perhaps I will let you stay." Bone apple teas ran rampant in her speech since she was not the strongest reader, Kalos mostly learned words by sound.
What was his power? Brain powers? Maybe lifting sunbeams? She wouldn't move from safety until she knew for sure.
"A-and tell me what you do." She demanded with all the command of hiding royalty.
Plenty of men lived and worked in the Mansion, all known to Kalos and thoroughly studied so that she could decide if they were trustworthy or not. (So far, only Jorge and Gawain were.) This? This was not one of the known entities.
The pink girl narrowed her eyes at it from her hiding spot behind one of the sharp turns of hallway that fed into the more public Mansion areas. If it weren't for her hair, her coral crown, and her shocking hues of blue and pink and red that stood out against the calming neutral Mansion walls, she might have been able to linger there a bit more... casually. As it was with her fingers just over the edge of the sharp turn and her blue eyes glaring, Kalos was not very hidden at all. But she did have a whole couch and a few throw pillows between the him and the her. So that was a little bit of safety.
And of course, he was just so... so human. A lot of the older mutants here were. The gorgon were all very not-human. In Kalos' opinion, that made them all very much more truthful.
It took her a long while to get up her courage. She assessed the couch between them. The escape options of the room and other alternate routes. She weighed how far away the nearest adult might be... with a scream that would be reduced, but she'd been taught that was overreacting when meeting someone new.
Maybe... maybe Gemma would be proud of her. If she said hello.
"Are you a visitor?" If he was a visitor, that was fine. She would go the long way around to take her ill-gotten pocket-fulls of snacks to her favorite hiding place.
He told her no, but she was committed. It was important. If Beau could, so could she— even if what he was doing was suffering.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, but Kalos wasn't sad. What an... odd sensation. She scrabbled at the paper for her mint chocolate and had to move on to the fingers that could still get purchase. Usually she didn't like to draw attention to the fact that she had noodly appendages, but it was a little bit unavoidable when Beau was there handing her finger back to her.
"Thanks." She took a much smaller portion of mint to put into her mouth in order to assuage the burning. Really, it was the way it made the back of her nose tingly hot that made everything cry all at once.
> "I told you not to do it,"
"It was good, though."
Kalos moved to put the whiteish cap back onto her finger to cover the exposed blue tentacle. With all the caps on, her hands looked like bone but they still looked like hands. With all the caps off, she'd been told there were eldritch beasts who were more pretty. Once she was put back together, Kalos mopped her face on her sweater sleeve. They could just... pretend that didn't happen, right?
"Besides," She sniffled and had to wipe her runny nose again. "I can't believe you didn't dog dare me. I actually HAD to because you didn't." Her logic was sound in her own mind, even if not in reality. In her excitement she started to jumble her words as she explained. "It's cooler to say no and be the boss, right? But then you were just having a hot mouth by yourself and that was the cool thing to have be doing. You tried to out-cool me." She would not be out-cooled.
She dared him triple dog style. Like 3 of them. So he had to. It was silly to even suggest an anything else because you just had to do 3 dog dares. Beau did think it over, but he didn't take too long. Excellent. Kalos had almost chugged a bit of chocolate just to see what happened. Now she didn't have to.
She watched him very closely in complete fascination as at first, nothing happened. Then he started to slowly turn colors. He closed his eyes, which had also watered and there even seemed to be a little bit of sweat. Kalos reached out towards Beau's temple and captured a tiny bead of sweat on one of her hard fingertips.
"Do you need a toothpaste chocolate to stop it burning? You didn't slime anything." She observed out loud. Kalos thought he might, for some reason. He was oozing liquid almost everywhere else that was polite.
"And you didn't dog dare me." But he did, in fact do it.
So Kalos wanted to, too.
She took a chocolate square and gave it another sniff. Yeah. It even burned her nose. But... But Beau did it.
So she did too.
The whole thing went in her mouth all at once. She understood why he did nothing at first. She got that twang of cinnamon and it was good for chocolate. Then she breathed through her nose as the fire started to really hit. It hit her right in her love for chocolate.
"Hoooooot."
Eyes and nose running, Kalos thought breathing through her mouth might help more, but she didn't want to drool. She scrambled to open up her mint chocolate, flinging off a finger tip in the process. Her need was great. She could find that fingertip later.
Demigods and a mad king was what she had said. Was he not listening? Kalos leaned over to see Red's face. He looked a little more confused than usual. Sometimes people got stupid about learning that Atlantis was a real place. Apparently someone had the smart idea to call them all fake in story books.
So yeah. She sassed him about being evil. Maybe not a smart thing to do to a giant color-of-anger man, but he was so far gentle.
"Yes. Nose-holes. They're on your face too, and I don't... think? I can see any evil hanging out there." But he had the cow thing ALL WRONG. Silly giant man. She crunched more poofs to gather up energy to explain how wrong he was. "I don't know any cows up close. All you have to do is know they are big stompy animals to know they're bad. news. You never know what they are thinking in their heads." Evil creatures. Full of malice. She shivered at the thought of them.
> "I would be honored to learn what you are willing to share."
She was so honored that Kalos squeaked. She had never, EVER had anyone say yes to that before. But where to start!?
"As my student, I espect... uhm..." what did the teachers say? Man, this was already difficult. "I eggspect you to tell me when you have a hard time thinking about what is right. Like, I mean, there is a dog I don't like and there is a dog here. I know Angua is a nice dog, so I don't be mean to her like the mean dog. That's a good thing, right?" Right. Of course it was.
"Okay. Now it's your turn. Tell me something that's hard for you and I'll tell you what's right."
Mint Chocolate, the toothpaste kind, was somehow Beau's favorite. Hmm. She was going to have to try that one. "No no! If you like it, it can't be terrible." But maybe she could wait and try it last. She scooted it away from beau's reachy fingers and the scooted it a little bit more away. She didn't trust him not to take her chocolate, especially if it was his favorite.
She chewed a second snap of toffee chocolate as Beau explained that English was dumb (she knew that already) and he helpfully read the rest of the red wrapper.
It only hurts for a second.
> "Why...why would chocolate hurt?"
She looked at Beau. She looked at the chocolate.
"That is a very good chocolate- Uh! I mean question. A very good question." UGH WORDS WERE HARD. Kalos held her hand out for the red bar, too curious to pass it up.
"Maybe sharp things inside?" She opened it up and gave it a look, but it looked very smooth. He said that cinnamon was spicy so Kalos gave it a sniff. Immediately her eyes began to water. "Oh. That's it. Peppers are spicy and that is..." spicy. Just as advertised. And yet... it was still chocolate.
Kalos looked at Beau. She looked at the chocolate.
"Have you heard of the triple dog dare?" She smoothed the chocolate wrapper down around the bar as it lay between them. When had he snuck up so close? Kalos moved her mint even further away just to be safe.
"I triple dog dare you to eat a square of hurting chocolate. If you don't..." Oh wait. She hadn't thought that far! Kalos scrambled for an idea. "If you don't you have to be my foot stool for today." Hah! that would for sure get him to eat it! Feet were totally gross!
"I've been in a fight. Loads of fights. I... didn't win. But it happened for real." And that was why Kalos was here. The X-men intervened in one such fight and took it all the way to the top. They deposed the king and rescued the princess, Kalos of course was the damsel of that story. She'd gotten to go home with the winning party.
She gave him side--eye for his reading enthusiasm, but he seemed more genuine than the adults. They seemed to think she had to. Bae seemed to think she should want to. For the first time, she was thinking that might be true.
"Tooth paste!?" She giggled and dropped the mint. "Why would you do that to chocolate!?"
The toffee was crunchy, and it made her want to snap it more when Beau jumped, but... well, she didn't like it when people did things to scare her so she resisted. Instead, she got to taste was what she'd broken off. "It... it has sweeter. More sugar in it? It's good." He had his own, but she offered her already open bar to him. Sharing was caring and he was offering to help her care about reading. Seemed fair.
She spied a red and yellow bar and plucked it from the heap to try to read.
"kinn-a-" It was really quite hard to keep all these sounds in her head. "Kinna-min." She showed Beau a cinnamon sweet heat bar. Scorpion pepper, tag line "'it only hurts for a second.'
Why would she be ashamed of being afraid of giant butt-kicking cows? Everyone in the right mind should be terrified, in her very sane opinion. Kalos did not bother to dignify any of his cow-confidence despite wanting so badly to poke holes in his folly. It was fine. She would teach him in time.
He asked about yogurts and cheeses which was a weirdly adult thing to do. Kalos was already ten topics ahead of him and he wanted to talk dairy? But Red did throw in a token question that turned out to be an actual, good pivot. Where was she from?
”I used to live under the ocean. In Atlantis only demigods get to yogurt, duh.” Was that smugness? Kalos shoveled a bunch of poofs into her mouth to set herself back to humility. What pride was there in being from a place that was awful to her? ”We were all ruled by the mad king and the x-men beat him up. And now I live here.”
> "I have never been sick before."
A poof fell out of her mouth. Kalos nabbed it and destroyed the evidence of what had almost escaped.
”Is that why you’re red?”
> “Just what would I be a student of?"
”Uhm, how to not be evil? You have struggling self doubt about how to make your choices. I know all about doubt, and I’ve seen up the nose-holes of evil. I was that close to it. I made good choices even when it got me... even when it wasn't easy. So I am good at it.”
> "A lot of things will change for sure. But not us."
He was mistaken. He didn't know. She hiccuped because she wanted to believe, but she also didn't want to get her hopes up. It wasn't a lie if they were mistaken. They weren't lying on purpose.
>"And th' baby will loove ye, tay. Ye'll be who they look up tae."
That... that was new. Did babies have the capacity to love? To admire? Certainly when they were older they did, and if they were talking about an older kid doing those things then they meant to keep Kalos, warts and all. What had Gawain said? Big sister or aunt? They thought she'd be a good example? Kalos peeked a watery and tentative eye through her arms at Gawain.
> "We don't want to do this without you, kid"
She flushed purple. She... she could help it read. When it got old enough. And sneak it chocolate cakes.
Beau stammered through an explanation that seemed to embarrass him... which was silly because it was all really, "cool." Kalos supplied her opinion freely and without any intent to deceive. It really was cool. "Why would I care if you have slime hands? My fingers are noodles. Beside, that sounds really good for getting away and maybe one day doing a fight." Kalos was not ready to do a real fight. She’d been in a few already and lost them all.
Chocolate was really more her speed. She brushed aside his attempt to share the glory. He was already sharing the spoils. Anything more was just insulting.
> "Toffee. See? Two E’s together…”
She looked at him rather than the candy bar at first. People explained the rules all the time. Never before did it seem to matter. But now… now it mattered. He hadn’t been snotty or exasperated. He’d just helped. Kalos collected her half and tried to focus. She didn’t want to let Beau down.
”Mynt.” She read and the backpedaled. ”Wait- what’s toffee?” Kalos’ experience was limited to milk and dark and cake/pie/cookie/chip varieties of chocolate. This was the absolute fanciest she’d ever experienced. So she opened this toffee up to inspect.
It looked normal to her. She broke it with a snap that surprised her into a yelp.
He had his own room! He also said that he didn't do well with strangers which seemed bizarre. Beau was doing well enough with her, but then… they had never really been strangers She'd claimed him from the start.
"Did I hear the teacher slip?" Kalos craned her neck to see what might have caused the teacher to fall over but other than a slight darkness in the carpet she saw nothing.
And he grabbed her hand. He didn't have to but he did. and he didn't immediately drop it either even though her fingers were hard, rough, and often cold like too porous bone.
She... She liked that about him. He could be brave when he wanted to be.
His room was Spartan, but that was to be expected since he was new. It was the kids who had been there forever who had the most junk. Kalos' room was buried in clothes like a rainbow riot snowfall.
> "Hey, we actually did it! It was close, but…"
"We did." She said with utmost pride in her voice. "Oh. Uh. I mean you did. I didn't helping that much."
She took a seat across from him and worked to peel the lid off of the chocolate box. It smelled like everything she'd ever promised. A deep, rich aroma foretold her future stomach ache because there was no way in Hades she was going to not eat all of this.
"T- To- Toff-" She picked up one of the thinnest candy bars and tried to sound out the letters on the front. Toffee.
She got hugs. She liked hugs, but hugs were as temporary a fix as their promises. "You can't know.” She protested from within the cocoon of arms and between messy sobs. She wasn’t struggling physically, but totally weighed down inside. Her arms rested over her knees and her forehead buried against her arms which left the back tufting curls of her hair to stick straight up.
"Everything changes. I’ve seen it. Babies change it all. The baby is your world."
And the very quiet, selfish part of her knew. Kalos was just extra.
There were no promises in this world. Nothing permanent, especially happiness. She knew that. She just hadn’t wanted to believe it.
At least Becca wasn’t dying. She sobbed anew just thinking about it.
He came around the corner and Kalos' hand darted out to catch hold of his hoodie. "This way!"
She yanked him hard to redirect his momentum into a little broom closet that was near the transitional hallway that led to the classrooms. It was full to the gills with brooms, mops, a rolling mop bucket, paper towel boxes, and other cleaning paraphernalia. There wasn't room for a proper adult to squeeze in, but for a kid? It was no sweat. Kalos shut the door and guided him silently, with her hardened coral hands on his upper arms, until they were both out of line with the closet door.
She wasn't sure how to tell him to keep his mouth shut so she breathed in the most silent voice that she dared use and told him to look down.
Her heart hammered as she watched the tiny sliver of light that shone through into the otherwise pitch black of their closet.
Feet blocked the light in a stepping pattern. Kalos tightened her grip on Beau's arms as the steps paused for a moment. She could imagine the teacher looking back and forth and weighing his options, but ultimately he chose to go searching in the classrooms beyond.
She sighed in relief and shifted in her awkward standing spot. She'd had to hop in the mop bucket for there to be enough room.
"Do you have a roommate in your room? The teachers know where I stay."
Kalos sometimes got a bit lost when Becca was talking. It was more than the accent, though she thought herself quite clever for understanding the accent at all. It was the fact that Becca sometimes got lost when she talked. She never just got to the point, she always had a justification or a story. Kalos was sure that she'd gotten lost this time. Love was great and all, and they could do their love all by themselves— they certainly didn't need Kalos' approval for that or even to talk about it any further. She already knew. But... big decisions? How did that factor...?
> "Kalos knows how babies are made"
Her lips parted, from grim and skeptical to surprised and vulnerable all in one breath.
Pregnant.
She had to sit down or risk accidentally ripping her curtains off the rod, so Kalos sat straight where she was.
"I- I-" No. She had been so sure that she'd had it figured out. And she'd already decided that she wouldn't cry when Becca died. But now Becca wasn't dying, it was worse. Her eyes felt like they were being pricked by little evil spirits and she had to open her eyes wide to keep the extra liquid they accrued from spilling over. "I thought you liked me. I thought... we... could be a fam-" a family.
Nope. Her ability to speak was stolen. She was officially being replaced.
