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.
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Regardless how poorly written the book managed to be, it still garnered an attentiveness within Larraine due to conversational aspects and previous obsession. "I never thought I'd be in this situation again," her announcement was bittersweet. "At least society is starting to become more welcoming to the idea of mutants nowadays. That's a positive."
An appreciated sigh of release traveled throughout her lips as the older woman gently caressed her brow with the cloth. She fixated on a certain aspect of her words - or hint towards personal experience. "No one ever explains proper techniques on how to correct the faults in your.. abilities. My powers are even such a hassle that I can harm others from being around them. From simply being around them." She tries to remain as reasonable sounding as possible while conveying her thoughts, her genuine emotions. Her sentence however would enter a dark territory momentarily.
Her reaction to potentially disowning the Bilight series disappointed Larraine without her proper understanding why. Attachment wasn't a feeling she held dear to her, or so she assumed. It definitely wasn't an ideal read by any means necessary. It was however once of the first books that Larraine's prepubescent mind paid any layer of mind to. "Love seems difficult. Managing yourself and another person seems difficult too. There's a certain amount of maturity you need before crossing into that path and I believe often or not people enter relationships without realising certain aspects or not reflecting upon those aspects, then later adapting to it after their first breakup or two." She goes on a tangent. Shortly afterwards, she would apologetically grimace in the woman's direction. "But then again, Bilight isn't that mature, I suppose."
"I'm honestly not sure." She simplistically responded to her question about the different ways the woman could aid her whilst in her presence. "I commonly have to wait out the side-effects. They can last for hours, days. It began with one disease, an illness, a disorder. It spiraled out of my control." An unacknowledged tone fought against her understanding of her bodily functions. Her ability was unexplored and even bewildered the younger female. Despite the fact that she had suffered from her abilities for years.
"Basically, you're not experiencing any discomfort right now because my powers aren't projecting. That's a sign that soon all this'll be over with. Let's hope that no one else in this facility has a disease or two hidden within their bodies." A rare optimistic glare appears in her eyes, albeit briefly. "Don't get me wrong, it's an interesting fashion statement. I believe that you won't need it soon, however." She then cocked an eyebrow in Lee's direction to inquiry about the loopholes that she has personally faced herself, or so it seemed that way due to the timing of her expression.
It wouldn't be an oddity for an individual to describe her as a frequent liar. When you're homeless, you're commonly treated similar to that of a prop that someone can avoid. In that sense, to stand out you must lie in certain situations, especially about your circumstances. Even if they're minor lies.
When Amelia originally dismissed it, the younger woman prepared herself to move in an instance if the woman began to properly analyse her. She had a suspicion beforehand that they were discussing her charges. As long as Larraine conformed to the idea that she was another person within her head, it was a possibility that she wouldn't have to endure a lengthy sentence or punishments.
Her expression resembled a bare minimum as she restated her argument. "I have a birthday party to attend. Why else would you think I'm running out of the subway?" She spoke with poise, however, her voice seemed suspiciously rocky. This definitely wasn't a particularly well-acted performance for the female but considering the stress she was under, her words seemed truthful in a sense.
Her cover could have been broken by her emotional nuance. However, the facade she attempted to cover her tracks with managed to assist her cover. "I cannot remember the last time I had coffee. I cannot say that I have been to a coffee shop as of late. Hurting another person isn't on my bucket list either." She shifts her stance into that of a more confident demeanor. Her words seemed oddly authentic but the woman respectfully made a few slip-ups and that would be noticeable to someone who had prior experience beforehand.
Suddenly, a bump from a by-passer caused the poor, poor fragile boned teenager to plummet onto the ground. That wouldn't keep her down for another moment, however! She was simply so faultless with regaining her composure to continue the conversation with the officer. After all, she was the politest person she knew, her alter-ego. Whereas her alter-ego's intelligence lacked, she simply complemented it with her optimism and overall gentle nature. Her compulsion to strain herself into believing this made her seem in character, however, her responses from here-on-out may lack in context to whom she is trying to portray. Although, it would appear as if the woman had experience with portraying herself as another person.
An ultimatum had taken place prior to her running out of the subway. Her acquaintance had disappeared without a trace. It was probable that it was for the best. She wouldn’t want him to find difficulty with the law due to her own complication. As she exited the subway, she tried to seem casual and subtle as by-passers moved around her being, only to be halted and interrogated whilst hurrying away from the scene.
At first, Larraine tried pretending that she hadn’t heard the woman. However, after a moment, she responded to her. “I’m celebrating my friend’s birthday today,” she explained. “I was meant to be there sooner, unfortunately, the train wasn’t on time. That isn’t atypical for the usual train time schedule. I really must be going, though, I don’t want to worry her.” This was the initial executed excuse that came to her mind. Her facial features executed her words impressively-well, showing empathy for the fact that she had missed her friend’s birthday party - or perhaps for another reason. Abrasive laughter broke her rattled-up behavior and in a way, Larraine looked to be sincere. At least with her expression, not so much with her words.
She then decided to interrogate the officer herself whilst trying to present herself as unknowing with a calm demeanor. “Is there any particular reason you’re asking?” She vocalized a minimum level of stress, despite it definitely filtering throughout her words. Her eyes glared beyond the officer, towards the crowd and supposedly towards a potential escape-route. She however wouldn’t act out on the possibility of being arrested. She simply went with the flow of the situation.
His words were truthful and reasonable. They contradicted the pessimistic atmosphere of her personality. She was grateful to be in his company, in a way. It did cross Larraine’s mind that Blaine seemed similar to that of an inspirational speaker. An individual who tried to inspire millions and in a way, his ways corrected Larraine’s non-trusting personality, albeit briefly. “Thank you,” is all she could muster before isolating herself; closing the door behind Blaine.
Allowing herself to relax and relying on television for a source of entertainment irritated the female. It was comforting, however, without a proper source of substance she wouldn’t be able to truly ease the tension. During this period, the younger woman doubted Blaine's intentions, The Sanctuary's intentions. It was unusual for her to meet an individual as authentic as he appeared. Having a sense of support-system, whether that was to be abandoned, startled her. Her mind day-dreamed as she imagined herself becoming custom to it but that was evidently unrealistic for the female.
She briefly went back and forth from her isolated room. Time passed, her symptoms progressed; mutated. Her eyes closed as she went into unconsciousness, entering a hibernated state as she remained in a segregated room away from others. Despite this, it would seem as her the common contagions weren't affecting her too exceptionally. The next day, she would awake to perceive an unfamiliar face at the edge of her bed.
The woman, Lee, was connected to Blaine. “Are you two partners?” She simply inquired, allowing herself to get into a more comfortable position on the bed. It was heartwarming to know that even when he wasn’t able to be in Larraine’s company and despite them not being too familiar with each other, he still asked another individual to care for her whilst she was unconscious. “I would assume that you were siblings, but you don’t appear to be that similar. At least not physically.”
She suddenly began to experience hot-flashes, however, moments afterwards faded. Instead of worrying about how agonizing the symptoms were, she instead worried for the woman sat at a distance from her. “It’s nice to meet you too,” Larraine mumbled. “This is regular for me - these symptoms. I wish that it was somehow different. But this is the way it is now.” That analogy depressed her in a way, mainly due to her wanting to revert time. Maybe then she would have more control over her abilities and would be able to conceal them away from her family.
Her eyes were attentively locked onto the book. “I prefer non-fictional books,” she confirmed. It wasn’t a particular preference as she changed her mind every few months depending on what interested her in that given time. “Is that BiLight?” She questioned. In all honesty, she had no idea behind the reasoning of BiLight's name. Perhaps it was pandering. There weren't even any bisexual people in the book, however, there were definitely love-triangles and later on, a demonic blood thirsting succubus of a child in the series. “At least it is entertaining in a completely, utterly unrealistic way. At the end of the day, who doesn’t want to be apart of a love-triangle between a vampire and a wolf?” It wasn’t entirely clear why she said that as she definitely wouldn’t want to be apart of a love-triangle; especially between mystical beings. But it was a understandable comment, especially coming from the lips of a teenager.
Larraine felt as if Lee was interrogating her, however, that was common for her to experience. She answered the question, “I would be lying if I said that I felt perfectly fine.” The reality of her situation was tiring, painful. It had become custom to feel the pain that was related to her abilities. “My abilities have their ups and downs, primarily downs - but at least I’m able to help other people. I don’t always want to help other people, believe me.” She scoffs, crossing her legs. She truthfully couldn’t recall the last time she was in company of an older woman. “How are you feeling, Lee?” Her mannerisms were polite as she questioned her.
The concept of mutants being together, acquainted, together; seemed unrealistic to the girl. Although her ideals differed, the man's optimism allowed her to freely allow him to share his ideals. They were polar opposites, however, that wouldn't stop her from admiring his traits. “Perhaps we can help each other but in our darkest moments, we truly only have ourselves. That’s why you can never be too independent on another person.” She shared her mindset with the male, conveying an inability to trust in others, the opposite of her earlier conversational jest. As he motioned the room, her eyes began thoroughly observing the room. Perhaps it wasn't as petrifying as she had once led herself to imagine.
She sighs, “I have to deal with the consequences sooner or later.” Bravery was shown throughout that remark. “What’s the point of wasting another day?” She tenderly smiled, perhaps adapting around the man’s positive nature. Her hands scavenged throughout her purse, collecting her ID, belongings. The contents of her purse were given to the front desk for identification.
As she explained her details to the receptionist, an understanding atmosphere would be met; at least for the younger individual. The entire situation, paired with the fact that she could potentially harm the receptionist by being near her worried her. The prolonged action of the receptionist scanning her belongings distressed her. Fortunately, her symptoms allowed the receptionist to suggest her to be secluded from the initial symptoms spreading; as they were worrying. Shortly afterwards, she then went into the isolated room. It possessed entertainment, a television, and it wasn't too secluded. Larraine couldn't recall the last time she had been able to savor in the relaxation of over-saturated television. "Maybe.. this isn't as terrible as I once thought it was."
In a slumber, her body remained within stillness. Hours passed, time concluded - it wasn’t entirely memorable to the female how she had gotten herself into this situation to begin with. Her body however, began to persistent against the diseases ambushing her immune system. Her eyes tenderly unlatched from each other, and her heart began furiously beating in her chest.
Being in this type of situation again, being monitored - worried her. She wouldn’t want to be labelled as a ‘science project’. This wouldn’t cause her as much paranoia because she had the advantage of her abilities now. Also, the individuals who volunteered at the facility were bewilderingly respectable of her own boundaries. She tried to remain calm but that wouldn't stop her from questioning the woman and her intentions.
“Who are you?” A crease in Larraine’s blanket appeared as she rolled her knees toward herself. Worry of the unknown was transparent throughout her words. As her eyes scanned her environment, Larraine’s paranoia began to lessen. A minor smile came across her face as she perceived the equipment the woman was wearing. It definitely was understandable to an extent, but she had never met another individual who had gone through so much precaution whilst around her. “Name's Larraine. I'm sure you're already aware of my abilities, right?” She introduced herself to the woman after gaining proper consciousness. Why not strive to be polite?
“I like your mask.. It’s interesting.” She groggily murmurs, a beam appearing covering her after after conveying her words. Her dazed-self wasn’t entirely entertaining either. Her eyes fixated onto the woman and then downwards to the book. “What book are you reading?” Larraine inquires, her expression lighting up as she questioned her. Reading couldn’t be considered an acquired hobby for her anymore. It seemed more so similar to that of an intense passion, a craving.
She nods, “I appreciate that. I appreciate that you, a stranger, would say that.” The contagions swarming her body were reluctant. Her facial expression turned infirm briefly. Soon afterward, a gas substance began spreading from Larraine’s body, and towards any individuals in a five-foot radius of her. This substance’s scent would be foul, in terms of both smell and sight. It definitely wasn’t the worst symptom that her body frequently expressed.
A kind expression appeared beyond the facade whilst she exceptionally listened closely to his words. “Calm me down?” Her brows furrowed. That may have struck a nerve, however, it wasn’t his fault. “They pass naturally, I don’t know any mechanisms to stop it from happening. My body has to simply go through the pain and adjust to.. whatever it's dealing with.” She tries to explain, anticipating that he would understand. Her shoulders raised as she finished her sentence to shrug. His kindness hadn't gone unnoticed and perhaps that was an indicator to why she wasn't projecting as harshly as she commonly did. “Maybe an isolated room could help.” She suggests, the solidity of the aura surrounding her causing her eyes to dampen.
Her feet gradually brought her upwards from the chair, as she held both of her hands up against her chest to allow exposure of warmth to gravitate toward her body. “You wouldn't know if I had to give my details in exchange to stay here, right?" Larraine mumbled, directing her vision to the front-desk. "I don’t want to go into full detail, but not so long ago I did something that I’m not proud of and now I’m paying for the consequences. I haven't committed anything too worrying.” Her eyes lacked sincerity in a way, however, she did mourn the fact that she harmed another individual - even if that said person happened to have infuriated her entire being in the moment. “But as you said earlier,” she duplicated his words. “People tend to fear what they don’t understand.”
His lectures, inspirational speeches - they’re captivating. It was evident that he had experienced a form of failure and disappointment during his lifetime to be able to relate to Larraine’s situation. “For the longest time I didn’t want to be helped.” She commented, pausing, finally directing her vision towards his. “But I don’t want to be a victim anymore - I don’t want to waste my life reliving the same events over and over again.”
“You really don’t think it’s too late for me?” She metaphorically asks, furrowing her brows.“Sure, why not.” She astonishingly agreed to his offering. It wasn’t common for her to agree with the offers of other individuals. But in this case, Larraine needed to be aided and wouldn’t even necessarily care if it was apart of a whimsical plan. That whimsical plan was a story for another day.
Her body began to twitch briefly, contracting - churning. She clenched her eyes together to ignore the pain, “I’m assuming you’re going to be my mentor, correct?” Her words were sharp as she dislocated herself mentally from her surroundings whilst still in discussion. “What’s your first plan as my mentor?” She interrogated him, a crooked smile appearing on her face. “Hopefully dumpster diving won’t be apart of our agenda. I cannot handle that at the moment.” The thought of scavenging for food caused her to feel nauseated, or perhaps that happened to be the reactions of her body once again.
“Sorry to hear how people reacted to your abilities,” she recited his backstory. In a way, Larraine was impressed how capable he turned out to be considering that his ambitions were poured down the drain. “I’m sure you’re still quite the boxer.. and I'm also sure they're idiots not to allow you in the ring, or maybe quite the opposite in retrospect.” She gently laughed, anticipating being away from this shelter, and overall environment. Hopefully the toxicity of her physical pain wouldn't last for an excessive time period.
Her expression glowered toward the glass window of the train, centering her concentration as their destination would shortly present itself. “Friends are useful - I’ll admit. At our next stop, I’ll most likely go to my friend’s dorm whether those twats are at the next stop or not. This world needs to begin changing, for the better.” She poetically says, clearing her throat afterwards. Being in stressful situations enhanced her melodramatic personality, or perhaps she was simply practicing for her ambition; to be on Broadway.
“It’s more difficult than that,” she tries to explain. “I have thought about joining - I might, even. But my powers are difficult to control. They’re more complex than I explained earlier, otherwise I would have joined sooner.” After her explanation, Larraine recalled a few individuals beforehand who explained to her different whereabouts in which she could find security within.
Their train halted, a numerous amount of strangers began boarding. Larraine drafted her hood upwards, concealing her facial features, and stood upwards. “Let’s hope for the best,” her smile twinkled in his direction. She happened to be confident enough in her physical capabilities, despite requesting assistance; allowing him to choose wherever or not if he followed her as she stepped onto the platform.
She passes the bystanders entering into the train without any inconvenience. However, then, somebody called in the direction of the female. A hefty sigh escaped her lips as the individual compacted the space between them. Comprehending the risk of the potential threat, Larraine rushed further away, then turned to use her abilities; focusing all of her attention on transmitting pain to mortal, clenching her fist as her eyes fixated on the scrappy looking older gentleman, who was accompanied by two other individuals. It was fortunate for the female that their was distance between them.
Soon enough, multiple shrieks of agony escaped his lips as he fell onto the floor. The ease of not having diseases in her system, even if it was a brief period of time - was relaxing, to say the least. Concerned passer-bys would soon crowd the man to check on his situation. This gave her the opportunity to flee away from the scene at be less at risk of his companions following behind her. Her legs began bolting away from the scene, however, whilst doing so his bellowed remarks accusations in her direction; causing her to gain attention of vexed strangers. The accusations would include; her being unhinged and an overall threat to society, and them following her to bring her into custody for supposedly harming their friend. (Read: Volunteer Roll Call!)
Perhaps, she wasn’t the victim or damselafter all. She required some form of assistance, and was regretful of her past decisions. This was the moment where she truly needed to bow her head downwards, however, she wouldn’t conform as her feet continued stomping away from the situation; heading towards the exit. The possibility of her escape was unknown as authorities could stop her at the exit of the subway.
His gentle nature motivated Larraine to stay calm whilst in his presence. Instead of focusing on the pain she was currently enduring, her mind would dwell on his words in replacement to the agony. “You’re right - I shouldn’t be alone, especially on the streets. But that’s the way it has been for a while now.” She says, despair filling her eyes briefly, before she stopped herself from becoming emotional. His instructions would benefit her well-being, as she rubbed against her legs to ease the pain from the mutated diseases churning inside of herself.
As he questioned what she truly desired, her mind went blank. “I don’t know,” she indicated a hesitant tone in her words. “I want to be able to go to college, to pursue my dreams. Is it a completely an unreachable goal to want to be a broadway-actress?” She then rambled an inquiry to the man. A bleak smile plastered across her face; it would be noticeable that the idea of her possibly reconnecting to society and pursuing her dreams brought happiness to her expression.
Her expression then turned sour, as she was reminded of the elephant in the room - her abilities. To be able to tolerate education once again, with the trauma she experienced because of her powers, was going to be difficult. However, she was willing to push past her negative experiences to potentially be situated with positive experiences instead; determined to challenge herself for a more preferable existence.
“I wouldn’t mind having a friend,” she confessed. “I have a few acquaintances - I’m not completely alone. I don’t know if they’re the best influences, but I haven’t been either for the most part.” She nods to his offer, wanting to hear his story; anything to pass the time, she supposed. “What do you mean by guidance? I would like to have guidance.. But I’m the type of person who prefers to spend the majority of their time in isolation. At this point, I don't even know if I'm able to be helped.”
Firstly, Larraine authentically smiled as he metaphorically corked his lips together. His rejection to the offering wouldn’t bother her. If anything, this meant more gum for herself - gum had to replace the majority of her meals, considering that she was a homeless youth, this was fact. She began chewing moderately on gum, listening to his words as he spoke. It wouldn’t surprise her that a stranger would reject this offer - after all, it could be mystery disease gum.
Then as his laughter ended, she shrugged afterwards as he apologized. She tried to not allow his laughter to phase her, even if it was clearly directed towards her rambling, and countless number of apologies. A blush appeared across her face, however, she tried to hide the fact that she felt as if she was a tumbleweed emotionally as he spoke.
This wouldn’t excuse the fact that she wore her emotions on her sleeve. Anybody could notice her observable facial expressions; she was a disciplined individual, especially for how common it was her to comfort, or speak to herself. His arising laughter disturbed her to begin with, however, afterwards she faintly laughed alongside him.
The damsel was perched on the seat, remaining eye-contact with the stranger, admiring his non-scaly skin, blemish-free skin. Being a teenager had taken a toll on Larraine’s skin, however, she tried to keep it in prime-condition as much as possible. Beauty supplies weren't easy to obtain without parents to leech upon, or any support system whatsoever.
“Ell,” she nods. “That’s a nice name.” She halted her chewing whilst communicating, then continued to on-go her silenced chewing. It wasn’t that important to her to begin to speculate about his name, she assumed that he wouldn’t want her to do so either way. She simply complimented his name and allowed him to freely converse.
“They are following me, otherwise I wouldn’t have asked for help. This isn’t some whimsical concluded plan. The only reason I asked for help is because I don’t have anyone else to ask.” She briefly explains, however, then truthfully explaining her reasoning. “I’m homeless, I have nowhere else to go or nobody else to turn to - encountering threatening strangers could be a death-sentence. That’s why I’m asking a complete stranger to protect me on a train.”
Instead of extending her explanation, Larraine kept her description minuscule(for her) and simple. Not wanting to bother him any further, she remained silent, appreciating the company of another person as the bus continued in tranquility. Even if it was due to her being placed into a dire, stress-provoking situation. She didn’t think he was horribly unsatisfactory at being a knight in shining armor, either. Larraine on the other hand, nearly played a faultless damsel in distress - if that wasn't for the fact that she could come across as accidentally snide.
