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.
How old was this creature? He laughed a deep throated chuckle that was low enough to make her say with confidence that he was an adult. Children did not rumble.
> "...you are never too old to learn. Having had to teach myself also mean I might have missed something. By missing something people I care about could get hurt."
"Seems to me that by being in class, you are away from the people who might being hurt. Street smarts is a kind of smarts, too."
> "I believe Pinky would be more appropriate."
What was appropriate or inappropriate about being called Pinky instead of Pink? He was Red. She was Pink. One to one comparison was fair, in her mind, but rather than pick a fight about a fake name with a big person, Kalos went back to building her castle. She hadn't thought about chairs not holding people. Typically, she was too small for the things people used daily. It was a totally new way of thinking to be too big.
> "I am also trying to make you more comfortable by not looming above you is it working any?"
"You can also tie yourself up. Then, I would worry not at all about you." There was no malice in her voice, just the facts. If he wanted to be totally safe, that was the way to do it, right? Oh. Except he'd said he was strong... hmm. Maybe not rope, then.
> "What is it like living here? Do you like it? You seem like a good person to ask."
"Living here is better than where I was before. They let me eat whenever outside of class. Snacks and junk AND sugar." And so far, despite her various food stashes being cleaned up, she hadn't gotten in trouble for rotting apples or hidden bits of pancake either. "And I can use the kitchen to bake and I have a bed." And a bathroom. He didn't have to know every detail, though. "I like the people and I do not go outside. So I don't know if other places are better. This is the place for me."
The walls of her castle were reaching the point where it was becoming difficult for reaching the top in a steady way to stack the books in a strong way. Kalos stretched onto her tippy-tippy toes.
Short time he went to school? That sounded promising. Kalos felt her face soften at the idea and that surprised her back into readiness. No. He wasn't going to win her over that easily. He could still be a strangler or a child stealer. He even admitted to being big and strong. Hah!
"The bigger they is, the harder they fall." The most scared dog barks loudest. In the same way, Kalos would go on distrusting and barbing him with her words. His responses would be everything.
And he was considering taking classes, hm? After not doing all of his school before? She had skeptical eyes. Shifty, skeptical, non-believing eyes.
"You're old. Why would you have a class now?" To his credit, he'd completely derailed her from her building project. Kalos held a book in her hand, totally forgotten. Because he was... laying on the floor? He was practically begging to be trapped like that guy in the book. Gilligan's Travels. Gulliver? Gubble...? Whatever. He had a stupid name and a bad idea of laying down. Just. like. Red.
She eyed his name tag comparing it to what he said, but could not catch him in a lie. R-e-d. She could read that much.
"If you're Red, I am Pink." She figured the likelihood of his actual name being actually Red was about the same chance as hers being Pink. Fair was fair.
"Why're you on the floor like Gublibar? Does your tummy hurt?" Maybe she shouldn't be mean to him if his tummy hurt.
He did not leave her alone, but he did try (and fail) to make himself small. This was a tricky one. He wanted something. She didn't know what he wanted just yet. But he did. Smiley ones always did.
"It doesn't matter. I will only not turn it in." So far, they hadn't really found a way to strong arm Kalos into caring about her education. She had no plans for the future. She'd had, until recently, no future at all. And, even if she did want to turn it in, she wanted to see what the big red man thought of that. Every move she made was careful and deliberate, on a hair trigger so she could turn and bolt at his first sign of aggression.
> "Most castles are built to defend a strategic point and house soldiers."
"I am worth defending." She'd been told so by Gawain therefore it was true. If Gawain was confident, that made Kalos triply so.
> "They are usually also much less flammable."
That gave her pause, mid book-addition. He was red. Books were flammable. Was the red a hint at his power set? The pink was, certainly, a part of hers.
"You will not breathe fire on my castle." She tried to keep moving and keep sounding confident, but she was tense, still on that most delicate trigger.One false move and she would be out the side exit before he could sneeze.
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A big thumping walker wandered in. Kalos had staked out just about every Mansion resident. She didn't know everyone by their walks, but she did know there was no one besides a few alumni that had Very Big Walks.
The coral girl ducked behind the latticed front wall of her growing castle. The structure was sound and she saved material by leaving holes, but it left her far more exposed than she preferred. And of course, of course while she was scoping him out, he turned and looked for her.
She froze, a bunny in the sights of a GIANT predator. This one was b-i-g big. He was red, but who cared? She was pink. But he was big, wasn't he?
And he spoke. Nice words. Nothing mean. Kalos wrinkled her nose at him for a moment, but had nothing to accuse him of, other than being new. There was no crime in that. She'd done it once, too.
"I am making a book report." Her vowels and the way she formed her words outed her as not-quite-native. She spoke to him through the screen, less shy for the barrier even though someone that big would make wood dust of it in short order. Maybe it was considered rude. Maybe Kalos didn't care one bit about rudeness.
"The subject matter is stupid. Old rules of dead people are dumb. It is better as a castle." Cautiously, Kalos took a big, fat tome of an encyclopedia that spanned H through L. She slid it off the table behind her and snuck it onto her wall. She figured that he might leave her alone if he saw she was busy and uninteresting.
Correction. Kalos was supposed to be studying. But it was hard. She sighed from her spot in the window seat with her legs akimbo and head draped over the edge. Her hair had started to grow in throughout the last year, with her head dangling she could feel gravity tugging at her scalp with the weight of its growth. No longer did she look like a refugee. Now she had little springs of red twisting out of her scalp. It was still short, curls were only long while wet, but it was hers and she was allowed to keep it.
Her homework mocked her from where it sat alone on the table. Why did she need to know about the history of the United States? She and her people didn't have any part in it, and there was a whole, entire world of history that she also didn't know about already, including the Greece. The place where Atlantis had once been... around? She was rather unaware of how that split happened considering her status below the sea.
Kalos dropped her history book with it's dumb letters that formed dumb words that were small are difficult to put together. It hit the floor below her head with a nice, satisfying thud and with it, she dropped the responsibility that'd been weighing her down.
If they wanted her to learn about history, she'd go learn about history her own way.
The coral girl squiggled to her feet and went to go look through the stacks of books. She found some. Then more. A few more than she could read in a day, more than she could read in a week! She stacked them the boring way, and then in more interesting ways. Eventually, she wasn't looking for historical books as all. She was building a castle. No one seemed to mind that it was right next to the door of the library.
Kalos scraped her fingertips together as Maya struggled to settle on an answer to her question. Not right now was a good enough answer for Kalos. And now that she knew there were other reasons to do it, We do it for fun was almost too much information.
Cue preteen yakking sounds.
"It's okay if you're loud. Now that I know you're both okay I will NOT go in. I won't worry about you anymore, either." It was embarrassing to admit how small those sounds had made her feel, how ineffective. What could she do against a hero's nightmare? She could hardly battle her own.
She went back to burnishing the tips of her fingers.
"Chase isn't a toucher." In fact, physical touch seemed almost painful to him at times. It was part of the reason why she loved hanging out with him. He was so totally safe. "I haven't even had a kiss. So you don't have to worry about me."
Should she have? Even if she 'should have' by the standards up here, she was behind in a lot of things. She would just go at her own pace, like she had been.
Embarrassing, yes, but more so for Maya. This opened up a whole realm of questions that Kalos could only ask because it was Maya and she trusted Maya not to lie or sugar coat things too much. Plus, she started it.
"Why are you loud? Is it always loud? Why is she loud? Is it very different as a man? You know, I thought you guys were having bad dreams, I almost walked in!" What if she had? That derailed the question train momentarily.
Wow. Just- w o w. Surely, not every adult she knew had done it, right? But it couldn't be bad if her heroes were doing that. She was so used to thinking of it as a bad thing- a really, really terribly bad and totally unwanted thing.
Another thought had Kalos inspecting Maya and her reactions once again.
"Do you want a baby?"
Were they doing it because of that? Was she... being replaced?
Huh. The fact that sex might feel nice had literally never occurred to Kalos. What she had seen was not a great introduction, she decided. People's faces twisted up into almost pain... even the mad King...
"I guess it's a little like kissing. People seem to enjoy kissing." Now that was something Kalos had actually seen. There was lots and lots of kissing happening at the Mansion. And people tried to sneak in more kissing all the time. Did that mean people were trying to sneak sex all over the place?
"If it feels so good, why do people make sounds while-?" A thought struck Kalos. A strange and unwelcome thought.
The sounds people made while kissing were usually softer and... happier? All she knew of sex sounded worse, almost nightmarish. And, she'd heard Maya and Becca having nightmares before...
She couldn't help it. She tried not to look, but her head was turning slowly and against her will so that she was facing Maya and looking at her. REALLY looking at her.
"You've had-" she raised her eyebrows and then pointed at the door, the thin and flimsy door that separated Kalos' room from Maya and Becca's SHARED room with a SHARED bed where they SHARED nightmares. Only, Kalos ws realizing those probably were not nightmares. "You did it right over there and I was over here!"
Maya advised her to take a breath and Kalos took that advice to heart, again working to unknot her shoulders. At least Maya wasn't going to make her spell it all out. And thank goodness this wasn't a Gawain day. If she'd had to look at Gawain and think about this stuff... nope. She wasn't even going to go there.
Sure, she'd asked Gawain to marry her, but she'd been thinking more in the vein of protection. Back then, she'd thought every woman needed a husband to stand for her and she wasn't about to go to the surface without someone on her side. In the time since, she'd learned that just wasn't so on the surface. Gawain/Maya, Becca, Gemma, Chase and Toby, Jorge... they were all on her side. She was sure of it.
> "I'M just trying to make sure that... whatever you think it is, you don't... have the wrong idea."
"It is for making babies." Thought that wasn't quite right. Maya had said some people did it for fun... Kalos couldn't puzzle out why, though. So she'd have to ask.
> "And honestly, I'm with you on that part, sex looks pretty weird from the outside."
Okay. Well at least they had that in common, but it did give her pause. "Do- Was she really going to ask? Kalos found something else to look at, ANYTHING else to look at. "Do you know what it looks like from the inside?" Okay. She'd blurted that and it made no sense. Kalos hurried to get her real question out before something else weird fell out of her mouth. "I mean, why do people...? If you don't want a baby? I mean. Why?"
Kalos turned purple in a rush of embarrassed anger. "If I have to explain to you what suhheeee- what- what- what THAT looks like you're doing it wrong!" She wished that she hadn't sat down. In a rush to get her legs untangled, her coral toes were getting snagged on her mustard yellow joggers and the caps were trying to dislodge. She wanted toes. And she wanted joggers. She did not want to have to explain exactly what went where when making babies.
Frustrated and embarrassed at trying to make a quick exit and failing, Kalos refreshed her near head to toe blush and tried to make her pose look intentional. With one-leg up and one bent knee, maybe it wouldn't be too obvious that she'd sat too hard on her toes and gotten them stuck. Kalos glared at the toes of her free foot. One toe cap taunted from where it had snagged and then popped off. She grabbed it and put it back in place. Stupid toes of betrayal.
This was a conversation that Maya clearly didn't want to have either, and yet here they were. So it was important to Maya that they talk about it. Realizing that, Kalos took a deep breath and set her jaw. She would not cry. She would not cry. There was no reason to embarrass herself in front of her hero any worse than she already had.
"You have to be naked. Maybe not all the way, but you have to- there's parts-" She hugged her knee and dared to look up to see what was on Maya's face. "Do I have to say it?"
If Kalos ever got a tattoo, she thought "No one can make me" might sum up her feelings pretty nicely. Maybe on her hand. Somewhere really visible.
> "But I think you maybe should know..."
For fun? She was kidding, right?
"Gross. You and Becca don't do that, so why would I? Bluh." She added a few extra barf sounds for good effect. "Actually, I can't— AND REALLY DIDN'T WANT TO— imagine anyone at the Mansion acting like that." She felt rather smug at her assertion. People were nice here. No way anyone was doing s-e-x.
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>"Oh."
Yeah oh! Kalos set her jaw. Whatever was coming, she was saying no. No, no, and no. And she could run away. And-
> "Okay, Kalos, you are not in trouble."
"Oh." She realized that she'd been holding her breath and that her shoulders had bunched. She worked to unknot herself and relax her hands and face as Gemma and the myriad of psychologists had taught her in the last year. She wasn't in trouble. They wouldn't make her do anything she did not want to. She was not here under any conditions, other than to live and to learn.
Kalos sat criss-cross applesauce and tried again.
"I learned a lot of things that are not true. There is a world above the ocean that I didn't know was here, but unless things work differently up here, se-" her bravado died on the word sex and Kalos pivoted, "doing that makes babies for girls. I do not want babies. I do not want to ever do that." On this, she was adamant.
Maya interrupted her innocent tale about freaking out Cold Steel by pretending to be ghosts. He'd been totally freaked out. Almost as freaked out as Maya was now to start blurting out dirty stuff. Kalos' mouth flapped open for a moment. She was almost insulted.
"I don't want to have a baby." Why would she? She was still a babe in this land, herself. Kalos' eyebrows crinkled and scraped as the hard parts bunched in new ways.
"S-E-X" —see? She could spell —"that's how- That's where- You know, not a lot of-" This was turning out to be more difficult to say then Kalos had imagined it happening. In her head, she just blurted it out. The mad king of Atlantis had a eugenics program and she hadn't been invited. She didn't want to be invited. Not now, not later, not ever.
"The king, you know? The old, crazy one? In Atlantis? He... wasn't shy." The people who didn't look right, in the mad king's opinion, were exempt from his advances officially. Unofficially Kalos heard things. And Unofficially, being wrangled into service at the palace and being in proximity meant that she'd seen plenty. Plenty enough to make her hands and knees feel shaky.
"I don't act like an animal. You don't have to worry." And frankly, Kalos was disgusted that Maya thought she might...
Massage? That didn't sound like a real word. Probably one of those Brand words that was a made up thing that only meant it was made by one person. Like Kleenex, the guy that made flimsy napkins. Totally made up.
Maya, patron saint of exasperation, was showing her true colors now with a glance heaven-ward. Kalos fought down the tightening of her throat and speeding of her heart beat. She still wasn't sure what she'd done wrong here, besides the obvious. Because according to Maya, it wasn't the obvious. But Maya was on her side. Becca was on her side. She hadn't been hit the entire time she'd been here. It was going to be okay. She didn't have to run just yet.
Maya tried again and this time it was Kalos' eyebrows that sailed heaven-ward.
An... adult wand? Sounded like an adult excuse to keep the fun stuff all to themselves.
So that's what this was about? Maya was afraid that Kalos wasn't adult enough?
"I like plenty of adult things." If she sounded defensive, it's because she was. Kalos scrambled to think of what things were considered "adult." "I help wash the clothes... sometimes. And one time, Toby an me were hiding on the X-jet and—" Was that alarm she saw on Maya's face?
Two things struck her as odd. One: Maya knew where the button was. The wand had not been boxed as most toys were, and Maya seemed to know it. And, more importantly, two: Maya was embarrassed. Had Kalos ever seen Maya embarrassed before? She couldn't recall...
"No. It is a wand. See?" Kalos reached for the wand. Maya hadn't really hid it very well, it was only just behind Maya. Kalos squinted at the letters she unfortunately had to know with her face a little closer to the object in question because the letters were there, but very very small.
"Mmmessage Waaaaand. See? It's a wand." Totally exonerated. Where she got it was far less important than her correctness and reading ability, both of which had been stressed as important.
"Is it yours? I was only borrowing it." She gave it a flick of the wrist so that it wobbled in that funny way again.
