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.
She liked how it felt to have her hand warming up again. "Huh... that sucks. After all that trouble you went through to get the other one back from me, too."
Eisley, upon remembering that this version of him didn't know about the wedding ring theft incident, suddenly looked like she'd stuffed a very dirty sock in her mouth. "They have really good burgers there, I hear! I'm excited! Are you excited!?"
He inquired about how long she had been out on her own. She used her other hand to struggle through what math she knew to try and dig him up an answer. "Well... you told me that I am 14 now, and it was a few years ago... so like, six? I think?" Her brows screwed up and she frowned.
"I think I was seven? When I left home..." She didn't like thinking about those times. It made her heart hurt.
"Mom was really angry, and threw something at me and it hurt a lot and made it hard to walk for a while." The confession slipped out quietly, just part of her explanation of why she had been alone so long. "I met papa, er... not my real one, everyone just called him that, after I left and he looked after me and a buncha other kids for a while." She could she the burger place down the street.
"When he died I was on my own cuz everybody else left... People are mean, and scary, so I stayed away from most of them." That reminded her of the jerk who still tended to harass her whenever he could.
"And there's this boy who's really mean and he tries to get me to go with him, and makes me cry if I don't want to." She tugged at his hand a little, obviously cross in a way only children get. She was totally tattling. "He's a real... a real pie head!"
Eisley eyed that hand with a slight bit of suspicion. Even if he looked like a younger version of Super Saph, she wasn't about blind trust. "There's... a place on the corner that does russian stuff, but it all looks kinda weird, and there's a burger place a block away from here run by an old guy who's really grumpy."
After a moment she accepted that hand up. Her's was really small compared to his and ice cold. Getting to her feet was easier said than done, seeing the ear thingy threw her balance off a lot. She swayed a little and had to really clutch onto his hand not to fall over.
While holding his hand she noticed that his ring seemed to be missing. "Where'd your wedding ring go? Did you let someone steal it again?" Partly out of necessity to remain on her feet without stumbling everywhere, and partly due to the fact that he was much warmer than her and it was making the joints on that hand hurt less, she help a firm little grip in him as she headed off in the direction of the restaurant.
She shook her head. "I've never heard of anyone called that before. No One around here gives out food." She paused, shifting through sluggish thoughts. "I think the closest place is a few blocks from here, down my Mary Mother Of Grace. They have a night shelter."
She blew hot air into her hands, having tucked her gloves away since they were wet.
She had not a single clue what he was talking about, and her blank little smile probably said as much. Hadn't happened yet? What?
"I dunno for sure, but... well, you told me that people think this place has like, a curse on it? And that's why I would be safe here." She paused, fiddling with her horse toy.
"Other people have said that something really bad happened here an' that's why no one comes around." She shrugged.
"I dunno about any people. It was empty when I found it. All I know is yur the first person I seen in here in a long time, so some of it must be true, right?"
She nodded slightly at him that she could hear without straining a whole lot. "Mmhm, You're Super Saph! Coz you can do a buncha fancy stuff with your powers. Like, um,... sorta flying and hitting people with crow bars."
She dragged her backpack around to the front and unzipped it, shuffling through the things she had inside. Out came a little notebook a moment later and she shuffled the pages until she got to a little colored pencil drawing of him in his hero suit.
She frowned too when she seemed to not know himself, she she plopped herself onto her but right up alongside him.
"You don't remember?" That was puzzling. Had he bumped his head?
"Well your beard ran away," she started, reaching into the hidey hole to withdraw her battered, strained horse stuffy.
"You're a super hero! You save a lot of people and put the bad ones in jail." She smiled a little friendly smile, braiding the horses yarn mane while she was at it.
"You got married and you have a baby, and, um..." She paused, eyes lifting to land on him.
"Saved me from having to go back and life with my mom."
She watched him warily, straining to hear what he had said past what the inside of her own head sounded like. With a little sniffle she glanced back the way she had come one more time, before edging closer to the man. He was patting the ground for her to sit, or so it looked.
As she sidled on closer she saw that he wasn't a man at all! He was young and had super long hair. The sudden urge to braid it popped up unbidden.
He said something about living there. She stepped even closer. Something more that sounded like he was surprised she was living there part time. "I only live here a little bit. I can't stay for too long."
The closer she got, the more she was squinting. Cept' this time it wasn't because she was sick. He... looked really familiar.
Scary familiar.
"... Super Saph?"
The kid was a foot away at max and crouching down so she could look up into his face from where he was sitting. Tilting her head made weird sounds in her ears.
"Why does your face look different?"
It was like his beard had escaped to join the hair on the top of his head and made it longer.
Winter hadn't been kind to her this year. Her bad ear had done that weird thing where it got painful and made her feel dizzy sometimes, and it hurt behind her eyebrows like they were gonna fall off. Her eyes were red ringed, as was her nose and cheeks just a little too rosy to be a healthy glow.
Eisley was also very, very tired and on edge nearly 24/7. It felt like the circle of those looking for her has shrunk and shrunk and shrunk, and she was desperately trying to keep it from strangling her now.
She cast another glance back the way she had come to make sure it was clear, walking backward a few steps while squinting through the ache.
No cars. No guys on foot. She was safe for another day.
When she turned around she spotted something up ahead that slowed her down a tad. There was a person hovering over her hidey-hole.
He was looking right at her.
Her eyes dropped to the hole and she was instantly on guard. How much stuff of her's had he taken?
"That's my stuff." She ground out, trying to sound intimidating.
She stood her ground with enough distance that she could still run if she needed too.
Ah... crap. She hadn't thought that far ahead! What was her dad's channel name? Who was her fictional dad even!? The teen wracked her brain to think up a reply.
"H-he... does unboxing videos of stuff. Like... um..." She very much looked like a dear in headlights. "Like gardening things and power tools. I think he did one on something called a 'Master Hoe 5000' and the 'Nub Grinder 22:13'.."
She gulped to try and sooth the sudden savanna in her mouth. "I've seen his handle before, but he doesn't let me be in his videos or on his blog." A pause. "It's like... Bigspoondaddy68."
But, it got worse.
How did she know what Xavier's was? Why was she home schooled?? Crap baskets!
Opps, sorry. She hadn't meat to swear. She did look a lot like she was hiding a frog in her mouth with how tight her lips were pressed together.
Was it hot in here? She felt like she was sweatin' bullets!
"I have a friend who lives there!" Yeah, that's it. Nothing suspect there! "He's a super hero. Super Saph!"
She flailed for a moment to come up with something believable about why she was home-schooled.
"My mom doesn't like other adults telling her what to do."
"My mom sells stretchy pants and makeup to people online, and my dad makes Viewtube videos and has a blog." She shrugged.
"I heard of Zavyers before... didn't know it was a school! I'm home schooled, so I ain't never been to one before." Finally, a not lie! She had home schooled herself after all.
After a few more sips she had drained her hot chocolate dry and polished off her treat. It certainly helped to warm her tummy up and get rid of that nagging hunger that had been dogging her.
"I get lonely all the time, so I know how you feel." Another truth, but maybe one that hit a little too close to home. "I want a little baby brother or sister to play with, but my parents say no all the time. It would be so much more fun to have someone else around... Right now it's just me and Mister Unicorn."
She paused. "And you, of course! I'm not lonely with you here!"
Eisley fiddled with her empty cup. Doc had told her to be more open, and she was trying, but it was hard... Being more open meant exposing all the sore bits of herself that she didn't have bandaids big enough to cover.
Here though, tucked in a little cafe with Janelle the Garden Fairy she felt... safe. Comfortable. This woman was a good one, and she felt in her gut that she didn't have to be on edge with her around.
There have been whispers on the streets lately of boogeymen... People are vanishing left and right. There one day, gone the next. Mutants... humans. Children, teens, the grown and elderly. There doesn't seem to be a pattern or particular target.
Sometimes there is a struggle.
Other times it seems professional.
A few witnesses have mentioned everything from old beat-up vans to fancy new sports cars. A few people have escaped attempts, but their stories don't match up. The police are confused, the citizens are on the cusp of fear.
Who's next?
Are they coming for you too?
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Hello friends! I wanted to formally introduce some new drama to the site for people to play with, especially while we have all these lovely de-aged folks running around.
Human and mutant traffickers from all walks of life are attempting to over take the city and turn it into their own personal people farm. This has been going on for years, but over the course of the last year and a half has become much more of a problem. It all started when a home grown trafficking ring was burned to the ground by two of the city's very own vigilantes. This inadvertently allowed a competing organization to step in and take over their territory, effectively tripling their grip on the city.
Since then missing persons cases had doubled. People had been vanishing left and right with little evidence left behind to figure out how and why. There doesn't seem to be a clear-cut motive, no preference for who or how old, and no-one knows who's pulling the strings behind the curtain.
This is where you come in, my friends! If you would like to have a run in with a kidnapper, save someone from being kidnapped, take down a random wing of the organization and serve some good old fashion justice, this plot is open for you! You have full control of the who, what, when, and how.
Just remember that no-one knows who the bigwig running it all is.
Eisley blushed at the compliment, not used to receiving too many of them. It also tickled her pink that someone could look at her and see a helper. She had always figured that due to her nature she would never be able to emulate her hero in that way. It both thrilled her and made her feel extra guilty.
She fiddled with the cup in her hands, sliding into a chair and swinging her feet. Was she from the city or far away? Hmm... well, the best lies often came from a granule of truth, so she would have to go with the city.
"We live here. In Boston. Momma and poppa have a business from home. So we get to go out a lot and explore all over." Vague, but not too vague. She internalized the new information to make sure she wouldn't slip up later if it came up again.
"That must be fun! I wish I could have a whole apartment to myself. Where did you live before Miss Janelle?"
She was genuinely curious, too. Having a conversation all casual and relaxed like this was unusual and rare. She was soaking it up like a sponge!
She's chosen to bags, and though the other lady was carrying more it was still a struggle to get two bags and herself into the store after Janelle. Maybe it was because she hadn't had any rest, or a proper meal in a while. She'd been hoofing it for a few days with little rest and apparently that was starting to show. The bags felt to her like they were filled with cinder blocks.
Possibly being a little over dramatic, she carefully set the bags into place with the others with a slight groan and turned to stretch her back like she was an old woman. Sitting for a bit would be good... especially since she had an adult with her to help her blend in.
Once she got to the counter and was waiting while Janelle ordered, she stared up at the menu that she couldn't really read all too well. She figured her new friend would order for her, since most adults did... so when it came about that she, Eisley herself, could order whatever she wanted from the menu, she did a doubly take and stared up mutely at the lady.
"Really?!" The eye sparkles were back, and with a wide, genuine smile tagging along with them. She bounced on toes for a moment all giddy and excited, eyes scanning the board above like she was actually readying it, before pointing at a pastry displayed on a little case on the counter. "Can I have one of those, and a hot chocolate like hers?" She knew, even though the offer of 'anything she wants' was terribly tempting, that it was a bad idea to go bonkers with her order for many reasons. It would be rude, for one... and if there was anything Eisley tried never to do, it was to be rude at the very least. Secondly, if she ordered too much and tried to eat it all she'd get stomach pain again, and she had learned early on in her life that moderation was key when managing your huger. She also couldn't order a bunch of stuff and try to stash it, because that would probably come across as highly suspicions, and also she didn't wanna look stupid in front of Janelle since she didn't know how to pronounces croissant.
Considering that she was going to be eating, and would need her hands free, she turned and slid her old backpack from her shoulders. Squatting in a way that didn't flatter the dress she was wearing, she unzipped the bag and lovingly tucked her toy away where he would be safe and secure. For a moment anyone who bothered to look might be able to see that other than they stuffed animal now occupying her bag, there seemed to be a folded pair of pants and a t-shirt tucked away in there, as well as a well used journal of some sort.
Eisley zipped it back up quickly and slung it back in place with a bounce, pulling her hair out from behind it so it wouldn't start to tangle again. With all the energy of an excited child she twirled back around to stare expectantly at the poor worker on the other side of the counter just trying to get their order done. "You're really nice, you know that Janelle? Not even mom lets me order whatever I want!"
Not a fairy then? Well, that was slightly less exciting.
...Unless she was fibbing, because Fairies weren't supposed to interact with humans. The teen eyed the girl suspiciously for a moment before deciding to drop the subject. She supposed that the lady could be like super Saph and a few of the other people with magic that she had met in her life, as boringly mundane as that was.
Good thing she still had a stubborn streak when it came to letting go of childhood fantasy's. "That's what a fairy would say."
Eisley squinted at the lady when she mentioned parents, instantly going back on high alert for a moment until she remembered that asking such a thing was probably a normal thing that normal people did when normal kids were out and about without a guardian glued to their side. Good thing she had a slew of excuses prepared!
"Momma's at the πphone store waiting to get the new one that just came out. She said I could look around so long as I stayed on the block." She'd used a similar excuse before since blocks in the city were generally pretty big and finding a phone store was relatively easy. It was almost as easy an excuse as the coffee one.
She glanced down at the bags, the same ones she had just been thinking about trying to run off with only a few moments ago. The guilt was almost enough to overshadow the offer for a hot chocolate... almost. "Sure! Dad always says to help people when they need it!" Of course, there was no dad in the literal sense... but someone she looked up to a lot did indeed think that the 'helpers' in society were true heroes. And, like Super Saph, she wanted to be a hero as much as she could while trapped in a little human body.
"I'm To-" The name jerked to a hault on her tongue and her brain blue screened for a moment while she scrambled to come up with a new name. She couldn't use her nickname or her real name, because she was supposed to be undercover right now, and if any of the spy clips she had ever seen told her anything it was that you don't let your real name slip!
"--...TOori. Tori. That's me.... Tori." She finished off, trying to stretch the out the beginning of 'tom' into something less tom-like. As a distraction, she thrust her stuffed horse out at the lady; newly named Janelle.
"This is Mr. Unicorn. He lost his horn." It was clearly a stuffed horse, but whatever.
"I ain't had a hot chocolate in a long time!" Excitement started creeping back in and she hovered excitedly around the bags before just choosing two to pick up to carry.
Eisley's eyes zeroed in on the baggage on sidewalk faster than gnats on day old fruit. The teen glanced between the lady and the bags that probably belonged to her so many times she started to feel a little dizzy.
Should she? She glanced down at her toy looking for an answer, before glancing back up at her newly acquired possible target. IF she did, she would kinda be breaking her current in hiding status. She wouldn't be able to stay in this area as long as she planned. Worrying her bottom lip, the teen took a few tentative steps in the girls direction while she thought about her options.
There was potentially a lot of stuff in those bags. New clothes she could wear, items she could pawn, things she could use. Money? Money. Tourists and people coming back from traveling typically were hard targets unless they were very trusting or very new to the game. Scoring a few large bags of things, sometimes even the ones with wheels, could set someone like her up for a long while. She'd heard stories about people scoring electronics and expensive jewelry from snagging a few suitcases from unsuspecting pedestrians waiting for taxi's or buses.
Eisley had sidled her way up quietly and casually, keeping herself from being too obvious that she was definitely casting shifty eyes at the woman and her luggage.
But, as soon as she was withing grabbing distance and had her sticky little fingers primed and ready.... she stopped.
A small, wonder filled gasp left her and if the girl turned at that moment she would spot a little girl (or what appeared to be one) standing there with sparkles in her eyes and wonder slapped across her face. She would heard the small whisper that left her lips, directed mostly at the stuffed horse she had labeled unicorn, "...She's a fairy, Mr. Unicorn."
Wide eyes the color of the sea were locked on the plants; the flowers that had bloomed and the growth and color that had been brought to a once lackluster display. She wasn't the only one watching, too. The person running the little booth was leaning over from the other side, marveling at how different the plants looked and blinking confusedly as they pieced together what had happened.
"Are you a garden fairy, lady?" Eisley focused on the girl, who looked young but she couldn't guess at an age. All she knew was that she was really pretty, looked like a fairy from the movies, and could do fairy stuff like one of the ones from the movies. The teen leaned in a little bit and whispered, "It's okay if you tell me, i'll keep it a secret I promise."
As such, she was dressed a little different than she usually did and trying to act as different as she could too. Having her mom come after her for whatever reason had spooked her into burrowing deeper into the streets, but since it had been at least a few days since the incident had happened she was growing more relaxed and less paranoid. Today, the teen was dressed to look much younger than she apparently actually was. (who would'a thought she was really 14? Not her!). She had on a chunky knitted sweater she had lifted from a thrift store, that was just a bit too long for her small frame, and a warm dress that had been in her costume stash for when she needed to look nice. She had taken to wearing it during the day while traveling from one place to the next, and changing when she settled down at night. Her winter hat, complete with giant fuzzy ball on top, decorated her head and kept her ears warm. The only thing that she normally wore were the well used and slightly dirty boots on her feet and the grey wool stockings. Good quality shoes were impossible to steal due to their size. She'd ended up with this pair because she had gotten lucky enough to switch her old ones out while a clerk wasn't looking... but that didn't happen often.
As she walked, her backpack bouncing against her butt with each step, she hummed a little off key tune and clutched her stuffy to her chest. She had only just saved Mr. Unicorn from ending up in a trash truck, so she was feeling extra protective of him nowadays.
Currently she was in a part of town she didn't normally frequent, but that was because she normally stood out like a sore thumb. Nicer dressed people, less trash on the street. Fewer people like her mulling about. She needed to lay low though, at least for a while, and that meant she needed to not look like herself... and a place like this was perfect.
After all, Who knew who her mother would send after her next?
The teen paused next to a shop window to peer inside where an assortment of pastries and treats were displayed on decorative shelves. Her stomach growled softly and she tried to muffle it with her hand. Unfortunately for her savings, being on the run and in hiding meant she had to spent money like a normal person... at least for a little while longer.
"Oh, Mr. Unicorn... They have a cake in there with one of you on it!" Pressing her nose into the glass and shading her eyes with a hand, she tried to get a better look. "Do ya think they have any in there who are missing horns like you?"
He didn't answer, but that was probably a good thing.
