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.
The hand closed her door. Becca was over there. The hand was over here. That was so unexpected that Kalos stood and stared at it for a full, precious second. A second totally wasted on not escaping in another way. She pivoted toward the window as Becca claimed good news.
They had promised she wouldn't have to, now they were saying she had to.
Gawain was there sinking into a sit and assuring her, like he always did, that she was not in trouble. She had her hands in the curtains because she still didn't believe them. Kalos glowered between Becca, who had an extra hand today and was the focus of this new problem, and Gawain who was as Gawain as he always was. If this was some stupid 'silver-lining' pep talk she was going to start throwing things.
"How can this be good news if you are both here and you won't just say it? People start with good news. This is a ambush." She flinched at the harshness of her own tone. She hadn't meant for it to come out like that, but if Becca was going to die why would any of them be happy about that?
She heard Becca's stilted accent, but not the words. She and Gawain spoke quietly. Privately. Kalos drew a fish in the sky of the Mansion.
She wasn't included in every adult conversation, but they were clearly gearing up to talk to her. Working up their courage to tell her goodbye probably. Her orange crayon snapped and she abandoned it.
> "Hey, Kalos? Can we talk to you about something?..."
Kalos did not realize how hard her heart had been beating since she'd realized Becca's illness. They obviously wanted to talk about it, but Kalos did not. Gawain had said they wouldn't make her do what she didn't want to do here.
"No."
She abandoned her picture and went for the door to her room. Hopefully with them trying to come in the shared door, she could get out the front door without issue.
Kalos had noticed a few things were… different lately. Especially where Becca was concerned. The little gorgon watched from the floor of her room as Becca ran into the room joined to Kalos’ and threw up in the bathroom.
It wasn’t the first time. It was the first time she’d had a disembodied and floating hand that followed her.
The day before it was satyr legs.
As much as she had hoped that Becca might spontaneously join the gorgon, that seemed unlikely. It was far more likely that she was dying.
Kalos went back to drawing her picture. There was a Mansion and a Becca and a very, very large Gawain. A little Beau and a Chase and a dot of pink that represented herself. A perfect family.
She scribbled a little black hole that grew larger and larger until it started to swallow the Mansion.
Kalos made a show of looking around. ”They could be not a kind you see.”
”Invisible? I suppose that’s always a possibility, though I don’t think we have any invisible students enrolled at the moment.” The teacher made as if he would move past Kalos and go for the pantry. Kalos stepped sideways into the teacher’s way. And then sideways again, exactly in the way again. The teacher narrowed his eyes and it took everything not to throw herself on the ground and beg forgiveness right then and there.
> “O-oh. H-hey…”
She just about jumped out of her skin. But it was Beau. Beau with… crackers? Gross. He hugged her and that was also gross… until she noticed a certain plastic box hiding behind the Beau.
”What are you two up to…?”
”Had you met Beau? He has an ocean heart. This must be yours, Beau.” She had to reach up on her tippy-toes to drape his hoodie over the back of him, and the box. Suspicious? Oh yeah. Directly incriminating? Probably still that, yeah. But would they know right away if they made a break for it? And how fast could they hide or eat their ill-gotten gains?
He had the right idea so Kalos just kept nodding. Yes. He was going to do all the hard work, but... he had said it was okay.
"I will watch." She took up a position between the island and the pantry door. Beau popped inside and she tapped her toes on the tile in a way that made a lovely little pattern.
Tick, tick. Tick, tick, tack.
Tick, tick. Tick, tick, tack.
"What's that you got there, Kalos?"
She had forgotten that Beau had handed her the large overcoat he wore. "I- I-" Panic. She had not been watching as well as she should have and she got snuck up on. "I found it. I- It is still warm so, the someone is nearby?"
The language teacher took a quick look around and not seeing anyone offered a hand toward her.
"I could take it to lost and found for you."
On one hand, he could. And he would be gone while he was away taking the sweater. Beau could just pick it back up.
On the other hand, she had seen him hiding in it. If someone took her hiding place away, she would not be happy about it.
Versions of yourself? So... liar copies? This poor, poor man was just all twisted around. At least his liar copies were supposed to be better than he was.
Kalos set herself onto the small window ledge and pulled her feet up, careful not to scrape the wood with her rough coral toes. She clearly knew how to navigate in the world
"You ARE all big. Nones of you could squeeze on here, but especially not even sitting." She hadn't meant to call him out on his derriere especially. Just that her ledge was Kalos-sized. She wasted no time in cracking open the cocoa cereal poofs, either. One big hand full went into her front pocket. One big handful went into her hand. THEN she allowed her giant Red pal to have a handful too. Since he wasn't a picky eater, she was sure he'd want some, too.
"I know a cow could probably beat me up." She crunched on her cereal. If they were as ferocious as dogs, that was triply true. "I know that where I came from, there were goats for milk. And not for having cereal. It was for yogurts and cheeses." No cows in Atlantis. She was glad of that.
> "This is a very good secret spot. Did you find this yourself or did your friends help you?"
"Yesh." Hmm. She took a moment for an extra large wad of cereal to be crunched through. "I need sunlight or I get sick. Chase and Toby are good hiders." She hadn't seen them in almost a week, that's how good a hider they were when their homeworks were overdue.
"I am ready to teach you now. You can be my student."
Were dogs mean to him? No. He actually empathized with dogs. "Best argument for reading I've heard yet. She grumbled, mostly to herself. He could not be blamed for being kind to unlovely things. In fact, he was to be praised. Beau was so good, he even loved dogs. What a heartsweet.
Kalos pointed out their mission as soon as she was able and was thrilled with Beau's response. He was in.
"We are allowed in, but they put the good stuff up high so we can't get it. I am thinking that climbing is needed. But the other might have to look out." Like she said, they were allowed, but it was all just a technicality since the adults were clearly trying to keep them out of it.
"I don't want the adults to know. I am not even sure it would be trouble. But I can't tell the boxes apart. So... can you climb?" She was volunteering to cover for him, if he would.
He knew she was pretty. Kalos smiled at him, but not with too much teeth. Sometimes she accidentally had too much teeth.
"Yes. The eyes are cool." It was easy to affirm Beau's coolness. He was blue.
"Why no dogs? Were dogs mean to you?" She rounded on his with sudden intensity. Another link? Dogs had done Kalos dirty. She still wasn't totally used to Mirror's dog. It was big and... she just didn't feel comfortable around her. Kalos knew exactly what dog teeth could do.
"Glowing is cool also, but not good for a night time sneak. We'll have to make this happen before then." Kalos peeked around the corner of wall and into the kitchen. There were always people in the kitchen. Technically, she was allowed. She still never felt allowed.
"There exists a secret box of adult candy. Expensive chocolate. You know. Good stuff." Kalos watched the pantry door open and shut, pointing in that moment to the top shelf where boxes were neatly labeled, but uniform. Not being a strong reader meant it was suspicious when she stopped to discern between containers. She could climb up and just dig around in them, but she would much rather grab the right one and open it in privacy where no one would dare snatch it from her.
"Do you like chocolate?" She realized that by involving someone, she would have to share as it was only the right thing to do and Kalos was magnanimous and correct in all things.
Two years ago he was normal. Kalos felt like she'd been kicked in the heart, but she did her best to recover. The ocean had him now, for better or for worse. "I have always been this beautiful, and I can remember even when I was a baby... kind of." At least, she remembered some of the time before what was terrible and the time before what was now.
And the kitchen was always Kalos' aim.
"Thank you, Teebow. And, I think your eyes is exactly how they supposed to be." She took her correction in stride and was magnanimous and kind, as all rulers should be. Fortunately for her, grammar was not a royal requirement. English was a tricky, tricky language. Some days she thought she had it and then other days were just hard, especially when it came to reading.
"I... kinda saw you reading. I have a plan about a sneak, but I need a reader. Are you any good at sneaking?"
Simple sounded like an insult, but not-wrong sounded like a compliment. Maybe he did need school. He certainly didn't make annnnnny more sense when he was trying to tell her what he wanted.
"Version? What version?" What was a "version"? Was that like the people who had not yet made babies? And why was bad an option? Good or bad? It should have been good or the BEST. Good or gooder. Kalos stopped short of going into the pantry with him.
She knew it! HE WAS A BAD GUY! Or maybe a bad guy who was undecided if he was bad yet! HE WAS COMING TO SCHOOL TO LEARN TO BE GOOD!
The realizations nearly floored her.
It was up to Kalos to show this poor, stupid foolish bad guy how to be good. Step 1 was already going well. He had been nice to her. He even offered to go get that disgusting cow juice. Kalos accepted the box of cocoa goodies and started walking them over to one of her most favoritest places.
"Did you know milk is from a COW? Have you SEEN those guys? And you only get cow milk if they have a BABY. You're STEALING from a BABY when you use that stuff."
Kalos held open a curtain for Red. "Step into my secret spot." The outside was out there, but she needed regular doses of sunlight to feel well. Rather than actually going outside, she compromised by going between the curtain and the large plate glass window. This time of day, there was a ton of sunlight here. The curtain made it a nice private place to eat cereal. And there was a ledge large enough for Kalos to sit on...
"I... I guess you can sit on the ground so it's not so secret when you're here. Sorry. Your butt is kinda big." Kalos, on the other hand, fit neatly on the ledge when she pulled her feet up.
He wasn't from the ocean? Kalos gave him a skeptical crunch of coral encrusted eyebrow. "Of course you're from the ocean. You're blue, you sting, you look swimmy." She ticked off her reasons on her corally fingers. They were good ones that he probably hadn't considered before. And now that he was out of his hiding hood, she could see they had other things in common as well. Inhuman eyes, his yellow and hers a solid expanse of blue. He even blushed purple, too.
"Just because you come from Louie Anna doesn't mean the ocean wasn't there." She gave his heart-region a poke, right through his hoodie. "The ocean is here." She put her hand over her heart as well. "And the ocean is here. C'mon Beau the Beau. You're my friend now."
She took his hand again and tugged Beau the Beau toward the kitchen pantry.
"Is your blood red? Or yellow? Or blue?" He had blushed purple, but his eyes were yellow. "Doc prof says my eyes are blue from my blue blood. I'm ocean royalty, you know." So matter of fact that it just might be true.
Hm. Bossing people usually made them stop and at LEAST consider that she'd said words. This bag of buttocks just kept going. And he got exactly what he deserved.
"That- that's right. AND He's not the only one who can sting." He could sting people!? AND HE WAS BLUE!? Kalos bounced on her toes, ready for a fight. Maybe he was a kindred Atlantean child! "We the people of the ocean will rise up and conquer." She waggled her fingers and could tell that she was not intimidating enough based on the way they rolled their eyes. But they did choose to walk away and that also known by another term.
"I accept your surrender and retreat. I'll be kind today. No casualties."
That that she only got a whatever, Kalos. She took a gigantic breath, puffed with pride.
"We won!" His hands? Sh wasn't afraid of those. In fact, she embraced them, grabbing onto the little bit of blue she could see and jumping up and down to celebrate their military might.
She mentally subtracted all the thinking she had done that was in his favor. Nono. He wasn't getting her trust when he couldn't even understand people. Psh. PSH!
"People are not so difficult. Still, Kalos stepped around her wall, eyeing the red man with all the suspicion she could muster. His arms were long, she tried to stay at least that far away. "People have things they need. When they have all they needs, then they move on to wants. People are never just happy. Know which thing they want and you know what they do."
Kalos led him, or rather, she assumed he would follow her to the library door that led to a hallway. The hallway would lead to the back side of the kitchen right next to the pantry. It was a primo food sneaking path.
"I don't know what you want." She confessed. "You have doubt and loneliness. Chocolate cereal won't fix that." But it would fill at least one basic need: chocolate. "Your doubt is stupid. You're plenty smart. There is stupider people." Kalos led him down the hall, but slowed as the approached the kitchen entrance.
She was allowed. She was even allowed at all hours. It didn't mean she wanted them to see her going and coming from the kitchen. They could change their minds at any time as well.
She saw the kid in the corner. Mostly because sometimes she was the kid in the corner, but today she'd been hoping to snag that bean bag and the bean bag had been in use.
Kalos slipped her gameboy into the starfish shaped front pocket of her dress which made the whole thing hang funny, but she couldn't care less. It was winter out, but by looking at Kalos, no one would have guessed it. Her white dress with golden starfish detail was short enough to accommodate the coral growths on her knees, the lack of sleeves were perfect for her shoulder spines. She'd added a headband, gold glittered, to keep her growing cotton candy pink floof of kinky coiled hair back and away from her real crown: the coral growing around the crown of her head.
The other kids just arriving? They didn't see the beanbag boy. They were too busy debating something hotly between them. But to see him shrink away from them like a polyp shying from the touch of a nearby fish made her mad. But he hid too well. He was too still. Someone was going to sit right on him.
He had every right to be blue and in her bean bag chair. (He had gotten there first and Kalos subscribed to the rule of first come, first serve.)
"You will not sit upon my royal subject." Kalos dramatically levelled her hand at the child who had turned his back, still chatting away with his friend, and had started to bend his knees. "For I am Kalos, Queen of Atlanteans, and he is mine."
Oh. One could get enough, eh? One, what? And specialization? She knew the words, or rather, she had heard the words. She didn't especially understand their context in this sentence. "You sounds plenty book smart to me." She stacked another book on her stack. Kalos was building smarts. That what they said to her in class and now she was literally building with it. Made perfect sense.
She grunted at his 'trust but verify' nonsense. Even he didn't trust him. So now she was double not gonna.
Kalos did slow her next stack when he started talking about not having a home. Kalos had a home. It's name was Atlantis. She just hadn't had a house for a long while, even in her homeworld. Unwanted was a rather nasty hit to the ego for all its truth.
"Do people want you now?" She peeked out from behind her wall and he took the opportunity to invite her to go junk food hunting. Tempting. Very, very tempting.
"I think there's chocolate cereal hiding on the shelves I can't reach." An olive branch... made of almost pure sugar.
