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.
"Well, well, I am glad to see you are safe miss. I would have stopped cafas from kidnapping you if I could have. But I am afraid you do tend to stop me in my tracks."
The Greek jumped in her heels, nearly toppling over as she spun to see who was talking to her. Her eyes met a mans chest (thankfully clothed this time), and she craned her neck to peek up at him from behind her glasses. It wasn't hard to recognize the man, he was heinously tall and... red. "It's you!" Her exclamation came out a little louder than she meant it to, so she winced, and continued with a softer tone. "... I must apologize, I did not mean to, eh... affect you so the last time we met. I was not quite myself that night."
Which, of course, meant that she had been too loopy to remember to put her glasses on...
As they reached the other side of the street, she paused and glanced down at her map. Then... something struck her. "Wait... you said Cafas? Do you know who it was who grabbed me that night?" A concerned look flashed across her features for a moment. Saph had been little help in figuring out who exactly it had been, so she was eager to jump on any leads to solving the mystery.
..but in doing so, she forgot her manners. "Oh, how rude of me. Here I am demanding things of you and I do not even know your name!" With a shy, embarrassed giggle, she held out a gloved hand to him and smiled. "I am Andrea, and it is very nice to meet you."
Andrea had never stared at a single piece of paper so hard in all of her life. Somehow in the two... or was it three now?... years she had spent in the city, she had never needed a map to get around. She had simply plotted out paths that got her the quickest to and from her destinations, and stuck to them as long as possible. They had served her well in the long run, but had left her with little room to actually see any of the city she lived in.
...and there was a lot to see.
Central park was already marked off her list, as well as the museum of art and history. She was trying to find her way toward the Rockefeller center, and having a bit of trouble.
After pushing her dress back down for a second time as a bus flew by, the Greek dropped her eyes from her folded up map and took a glance around. She was sure that this was the right area... street numbers matched up and everything... but she couldn't see hide nor hair of the building or it's many memorable works of art. "Excuse me?" She started, turning toward a man as he walked past, "Do you know where Rock-a-feller center is?"
The man blinked at her, lowering his phone from his ear for a moment. "It's Rockefeller, not Rockafeller... and it's right over there, across the street." He gave her a slight nod, pointed, then turned and continued on his way. Andrea watched him go, before turning and looking the way he had pointed. As another bus passed, she spotted signs and a gathering of people on the other side of the wide street. An embarrassed blush crept across her cheeks. It was indeed right across the street.. she just hadn't been paying enough attention. "Thank you!" She called after the man, before hurrying toward the nearest crosswalk.
She couldn't help but feel her heart swell a little at his words. Everything he said spoke volumes about what he thought of her, and most of it she had never heard before. The closest thing she could find within herself, was old conversations she had with her mother. Most of which had been centered around what it took to be a goodhearted, righteous person.
"I had just met him." She stated, feeling little glimpses of anger flicker to life all over again. "He called me Medusa... and seemed to be offended when I corrected him.... You know, now that I think about it, a giant bug calling someone a monster is kind of ironic, is it not?"
His second question caught her a little off guard, and she wasn't quite sure what to say right off the bat. It took her a few silent moments of contemplation to figure out how she was going to answer that.
"I do want to. Really... I love everyone here, but... there are people over at the Sanctuary who I care about as well..." Lapsing into silence again, she settled down to really put some thought into it. If she stayed she would be closer to Saph and Verdi... those that he held closest to her. But, if she was at the sanctuary, they would know where she was, and she would be close to those that she knew from over there. ...Than again, that worked the other way around as well.
"I suppose I shall just have to let them all know that I will be moving back here. I am sure that they will understand... and we could visit each other all of the time anyway." With a small smile, she turned to look up at him. "...I do suppose I should inform Verdi that I am back as well... and that I will be staying."
"I think you are beautiful because... well, I just do. I like the cute little things you do... I like your smile, your skin, your eyes... The things that you think make you... monstrous, are the things that are most unique about you. Heck, I'm sure I could even get used to Sloth and the crew..."
A shy smile settled on her lips, and she glanced at him from the corners of her eyes. He liked her for who she was, mutations and all. It was sweet... if a little surprising... and it only raised her opinion of him.
"What put that idea in your head? Monstrous is quite a word..."
The bug mans face popped to mind, and she winced. She had rambled about him earlier, well... not him exactly, but what he had said to her. She returned to searching Saph's face, before sighing and dropping her eyes to her hands.
"Someone once told me... that I am a monster." She could still remember ever word. Every single word he had spoken to her. It had struck her very deeply. "...He told me that I... am the worst kind of monster, because--" Her nose wrinkled, and she clenched her hands into fists.
"... Because I lie about what I am to the people closest to me."
The voice popped up from behind, startling her slightly. The Greek turned, a question already on her face, until she noticed who it was.
Instantly, she smiled. "Jorge! It is very good to see you again." Small strides brought her over to him, and she reached out to lay a hand on his arm gently, while climbing to her tippy-toes in order to peck him on each cheek in greeting.
After stepped back, she held out the basket and grinned. "The treats, as promised. I do hope you like Butter cookies." ...Or cookies at all, for that matter. What if he was one of those strange people who didn't eat sweets at all!? A mild inner panic crept up, for the billionth time, and she struggled to keep her composure.
...It... didn't last long. "If you do not like them.. that is okay. I'm am not very good at baking yet..." An eye twitched behind her glasses, and she gnawed on her lip some more. Maybe she should have made lunch instead? But, then, if she had, wouldn't it have counted as a picnic? She liked Jorge alright, but she didn't really feel like kissing him. Well, not like Saph had kissed her, anyway.
The thought of that... incident brought a flush to her cheeks and she fidgeted on her feet. "...Not.. that you won't like them, or anything. Iamjustgoingtoshutupnow..." She glanced around the park instead, ignoring the wiggling snakes in her hair, and set about trying to calm herself back down.
The question forced her to pause, fidget, and gnaw on her bottom lip. Pretty was not a word she generally used in her vocabulary while describing herself...
"I... I do not know." She didn't necessarily feel as though she was ugly. No, she had grown up with her skin the way it was, and her other odd features. She was used to them being a part of her, as much as she didn't like them sometimes.
...but, she had also seen herself as someone else. Pale peachy skin, blue eyes and brown hair. It was hard to think of herself as beautiful when she had been allowed to glimpse herself as someone... normal.
"I guess I am... but, I don't know. It is hard to think of yourself as anything other than what you are currently, and I am... kind of monstrous." She winced directly after her lips shut, knowing that her choice of words was probably not the best.
"Why do you think I am beautiful?... Oh, that sounds like such a selfish, vain thing to ask..." Her nose wrinkled, and she started plucking at grass again.
Her cheeks lit up instantly, and she pushed herself back up to blink at him.
"...Do you really think so?" A moment after she asked it, she realized her mistake and frowned. "Oh, damn! I did it again..." Shooting him a pout that could rival any child's, she set about trying to think up another question.
Did he really find her beautiful...?
Out of nowhere, a ball smacked soundly into the back of Saph's head, then landed in their small stockpile of food stuffs. Rather neatly, in fact. Andrea stared at it for a moment, startled and caught off guard, before she picked it up and turned to see what had happened.
"Hey lady! Can you throw that back please?"
With a giggle, she spied the children that had stumbled upon them before. A blush at the memory crept to her cheeks. Without a word, she threw it back... rather lamely. When they gathered their ball back up and scampered off, she turned back to Saphirus... and smiled.
The Greek hit the pavement, stumbled, scraped her knees, and lurched into a full out sprint. She didn't know where she was in town, and with the rain splattering down on her, she was quite disoriented. That, combined with a more or less blind panic, left her running with blinders. Her feet slapped down the sidewalk as fast as she could manage. A light up ahead led her down a different side walk, away from the main road. The sounds of traffic quickly vanished, leaving only the painful sound of her own ragged gasps, and the thuds of rubber on concrete.
When she finally stopped, to collapse at the base of a street lamp, she didn't even know where she had run off to. She was facing a bridge, a small road that crossed a decent sized river. A small parking lot sat behind her, and a small grassy area sat just outside of the lights golden glow. She took it all in instantly, but retained none of it. Her chest hurt... her muscles ached, she she still didn't really know what was doing on. A few frightened tears escaped to roll down one cheek, and she dropped to her knee, resting her weight on all fours.
What was she going to do?... What had she just done? He... had apologized. Maybe... She was sure it had been, but her mind was so full of haze that she honestly could not make any sense of it all...
Had he really meant to hurt her... or had he simply acted in order to calm her down, as he had said? The Greek pressed a gloved hand to her forehead and sniffled. There was a tiredness behind her eyes, one she was familiar with. It signaled that she was running low on energy and the sheer will to remain awake. In the back of her mind, blissful darkness kept on calling for her to come back to it....
The sound of tired on pavement reached her ears far too late, and she jerked herself around. She couldn't see who was coming with the rain and her dark glasses... but she really didn't want to find out. Staggering to her feet, Andrea hurried toward the side of the bridge. To her delight, there was a trail that led down beneath it. She didn't hesitate a second to hurry on down.
Beneath the arch of cement, beside the slowly churning water, it smelled dank and musky. Random pieces of trash littered the area, and there were very obvious signs that someone had been living there not too long ago. The twenty four year old tucked herself into the darkness, back flat against the wall... and listened.
She smiled, faintly, and nuzzled into him for a moment. Purely enjoying his warmth. "I played in the backyard quite often... We lived at the end of the block, so we never had to worry about people seeing me from over the back fence."
She could remember helping her mother in the garden, playing in the small blow up pool in the summers, and holding many tea parties under the shade of the large Cyprus tree in corner of her yard. They were bitter sweet memories for her... "Papa and mama didn't want people to know about me, because someone would take me away if they found out. I was the only one in my neighborhood who was different... They didn't want any harm to befall on me."
"I... Honestly can't recall any of my neighbors names. I know Papa spoke with them quite often... but I never actually met any of them in person." She had seen them from her bedroom window, and from the window in the living room... and she was sure that they had seen her more than once. ...But she figured that to someone who had never seen a person with her particular affliction, it was easier for most people to simply ignore the fact that she was even there.
When he mentioned how much her departure had hurt him, she buried her face in his short and sighed. The change of subject was welcome, and she jumped on it heartily. With a nod, she answered him. "You're at thirteen now... and yes, I have named them." She pointed at Sloth, who had already been introduced to Saph on... many occasions.
"Sloth..." She said, and then set about pointing out each of the others in turn. "Avarice, Ira, Gula, Hubris, Vana, and Lust..."
She nodded, but she wasn't really listening. His words went in, were gathered into a pile somewhere to be evaluated later, and she went on recalling things that were better left alone. It wasn't until he mentioned how he felt as though he had failed her, that her attention was drawn fully back to him...
It made her heart ache to hear him say such things.
"I love children... They are pure, innocent, and adorable..." She muttered, leaning into his arms as much as she could. "Back home, there were always plenty of kids out in the streets, running around haphazardly... If I had been allowed outside, I would have probably played with them..."
She could remember days when she had wished for nothing more than someone her own age to have as a friend. The imaginary ones hadn't lasted very long, and her dolls just weren't the same. Her cat had been her companion for a while... until she had hurt him on accident, then that had been over as well.
It hadn't been until she had come to the states that she had really met other people. Other mutants, as well. Verdy had been her very first friend, and it had surprised the Greek that she had adapted to friendship so easily. Saph... Saph had been a different story. Her first impression of him hadn't been a very good one at all... but, then she had seen beyond his outward appearance, and the way he carried himself.
In the few years she had known him, he had become something else. Andrea shifted, bringing her shielded eyes to his face, and smiled softly. "You are so strong... and brave. I have never met anyone like you... not once in my time here. You... you saved me from myself a long while ago. Because of you I am not afraid to show people who I am... I owe you a lot, and yet... I do not think you are the type of man who would ever ask me to repay you."
Her cheeks heated softly, and she fidgeted again nervously. All of the bad things plaguing her mind ebbed away and she found that he was the only thing she wanted (or needed) to concentrate on. "You were the first person I have ever kissed... and I have known that I love you with everything I am, since the day you took me to watch the fireworks." With a little sigh, she wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her head upon his shoulder. Memories like that were warming and pleasant.
"..I was so afraid that I would hurt you, or someone else, Sloth and the rest appeared, that I panicked. I could not bear the thought of putting you in danger. I am still... very much uncertain..."
She was nervous... how could she not be? The last time she has seen the man, she had been half out of her mind on meds and.... well, recently mauled. She was sure she had left an impression that was probably not the best, on top of blathering things that probably made little to no sense at all.
...But, that had all happened a long while ago. Her wounds had healed, she had a new energy about her, with Saph's help of course, and she wanted to show him her appreciation for being there in her time of need. The Greek glanced down at the bundle in her arms, a woven basket covered with a cloth napkin. Inside she had wrapped and bundled a dozen Kourabiethes cookies, the one type of thing she was good at baking. Of course, she hadn't done it alone. She had been fretting and worrying all week, ever since the idea had come to her.
She was going to hand him the basket of cookies, and give him a heartfelt thank you. Everything that had ever been bred into her demanded it.
As she approached the park, arms hooked through the baskets handle, she chewed on her bottom lip. It had been difficult seeing those that she had left behind, but this man was someone she had met after leaving the mansion. He didn't know about her past problems... though she was sure he had his suspicions. Their first meeting hadn't exactly gone over smoothly.
Clothed in a cream sweater and a blue summer dress, she walked on. Nearing a park, where people often gathered in groups, had once been something that she actively avoided. Of course, those days had died off with her coat. The usual red hood she had hidden behind for so long had been cast aside after the tears and holes had been repaired. Andrea hardly even noticed people staring at her nowadays, so moving around with her snakes out in the open, tucked gently into a long braid, didn't bother her in the least. Somewhere down the line, through the months, she had slowly come out of her shell. People who sneered at her for having a different color of skin than they were no longer worthy of her attention.
Humming a soft tune all to herself, she kept on going. She had called to set up a date, a meeting in the park. She didn't know exactly what to do, because 'hanging out' with others was not something she was particularly good at. Hopefully, this meeting would go smoothly. She knew better than to openly voice any of the things that still bugged her, and she had control of her self when it came to her many gifts. She was even five minutes early!
Her serpents wriggled behind her, all seven unhappy about being held captive in braided restraints, but she ignored them. Just up ahead, atop a grassy hill beneath a tree, was where she had set the meeting place...
"So... What happened at the church? Did someone attack you?"
She froze. Her hand gripped his slightly, and she refused to look at him. All of the humor in her body seeped away, and Andrea found herself floundering for something to say.
Had someone attacked her? Yes. What exactly had happened?... that was far more complicated. "...That is two questions." She commented, "...You are at sixteen."
Before she dove into answering him, she thought more on what he had given her in response to her question. She hadn't been aware that one could simply go online to find... help, and she honestly didn't know if that answer satisfied her, or simply confused her more. Who had that masked man been, and what had all of that noise been? If something bad had been going on, she surely wouldn't have been happy if it had all been caused by Saph's panic over her sudden disappearance.
She wanted to know more, about how some random masked man could have even gotten her past the mansions security, without anyone noticing her being carried inside. "I shall have to ask around then, and see if anyone saw this man... Though it was unnecessary for him to kidnap me like that, I understand. I should thank him for bringing me back to you."
With a sigh, she squeezed his hand and relented. There wasn't much more she could do to avoid the subject. She needed to come clean with him, however vaguely. "....As for the incident... I had stumbled upon something, I still do not know exactly what it was. A man came barreling out of the dark into me, and when I tried to help him someone--" Her eyes squeezed shut, and she pressed her free hand onto Sloths body. The large snake had dozed off slightly, since she was no longer throwing herself around willy-nilly. "...Someone killed him."
She could still see his face. It would forever grace her with its presence, burned into her memory along with the other... The poor cop who had only stopped to help her. "...I ran. I don't remember what the other man looked like, or what he said to me. All I know is that he followed me back to the church, and... and, well, you saw the rest."
Her serpents awoke and writhed in her hair, upset by her sudden change of mood. She could feel herself getting lost in the memories again, as if it had happened just yesterday. A chill washed over her and she pulled her arms around her, letting go of Saph's hand in the process.
There had been so much blood. So much pain... she could still feel it sometimes. Phantom aches and twinges from wounds that had long since healed. The pain still lingering around her scalp served to only remind her further of that ill fated night. Enough so that she found herself shivering.
"...Have you ever seen someone die?... Right before you, while you were trying to help them as best you could... and then, nothing. No light at all in his eyes... and so much blood...." Though part of her regretted the incident as a whole, the same part that still chided her for not accepting the fathers offered ride home, she knew that there was nothing she regretted more than not being able to save that mans life. Maybe... if she had just acted quicker, he would have gotten away and lived.
She sat, fiddling with various things as she was used to, and listened to him speak. The way he had squeezed her hand helped to lessen the impact her nerves were having on her.
"I really wasn't much of a great guy before I came here... Like a lot of people, I guess I came to the mansion to turn over a new leaf."
Turn over a new leaf? What did that mean?... she pondered what kind of a person he had been before she had met him, that he would talk of himself in such a manner. Andrea wrinkled her nose at him, shooting him a mixed look from behind her glasses when he stopped without any further explanation. Really, it didn't satisfy her at all, nor did it really answer her question.... but, she wasn't the type to press for answer... at least not right at the moment.
Instead, she giggled and squeezed his hand back. "For now... I guess it will do..."
she still have seventeen more questions... though she honestly couldn't figure out what to ask him still. The most pressing matters were hard to bring up... and with him holding her hand she honestly didn't want to.
But... it was probably best to ask those types of questions first, right?
"...So... how exactly did I end up in your... um.. bed?"
