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.
No one stepped in to help. Not a single soul. Her mother dug her pointed acrylic nails into her shoulder through her winter coat like a lion digging it's claws into her prey. Eisley was led out at a casual pace, forced to wait through paperwork and signatures, all while her mother cooed over her to appease the police. She got the feeling they they were being rushed out, even... and given who her mom was she wasn't really surprised.
But.... Saph never came back. She didn't glimpse him even once as the woman who had birthed her dragged her outside by her arm, swearing up and down that this would be the last time she ran away, that she would get them counseling... the whole nine yard.
She didn't spot the hero at all.
...Maybe he wasn't really that super.
Something like defeat settled within her rib-cage. Cold... stabbing. A lot of feeling were trying to surface, but fear kept them ay bay.
"What the hell is that?" Mr. Unicorn was ripped from her arms. "This disgusting thing is not coming with us. Nasty." Eisley watched, glassy eyes and mute, and her long time companion was tossed carelessly toward a nearby trashcan. Even if her feet didn't want to move, the words begging to escape her were tangled in her throat. It felt like she had been thrown back all those year ago to when she was trapped against a wall, cowering and crying, with red flowing through her fingers as she clutched at her ear.
She didn't want to go home with this woman. Everything inside her demanded that she refuse; yank her arm away and run for it. Escape... get away!
But that didn't happen.
She was roughly shoved into the front passenger seat of a old, rusty two-seater car. On autopilot she moved to buckle in, still staring out longingly at the police station.
"...Why?" Her voice was almost to quiet for even herself to hear it. Her mother, attempting to smooth down her dyed blond hair in the mirror, simple sneered at her.
"You're gonna make yourself useful for once, you hear me? I don't need any idle chatter, so keep quiet. You know what will happen if you get on my nerves, brat."
The teen flinched, turning her head away and squeezing her backpack into her chest.
They rode in relative silence for a bit. It was only broken when her mom fished out a small cellphone from the pocket of her too-tight jeans and started dialing a number while keeping half her attention on the road. It rang a few times before she apparently got an answer.
"I got her... Yeah, no issues. We're on our way now." A pause. Eisley's good ear was facing the conversation, so she couldn't help but eavesdrop. "It's all mine then? What he promised me? Cuz let me tell you that I did't go for all this #$%@ getting this good for nothing brat just to get f@#%$d again you hear me?!"
She just wanted to make herself as small as possible. Pretend this wasn't happening. Would she survive whatever her mother had planned long enough escape again?
The car jerked a little as a tire exploded. Her mother swore, dropping the phone and latching onto the wheel with both hands to keep the car straight as they rolled to a stop.
"@#$%! &@%@* *@$%&*#!" The woman was angrily shifting into park, leaving the keys in the ignition as she all but threw the old drivers side door open and went to see what happened. "YOU KEEP YOUR LITTLE @#% IN THE SEAT!" The door slammed, rocking the whole car with her rage.
Eisley watched for a tense moment, before her eyes started flickering around looking for the best escape route. She was able to pinpoint a street sign quickly, and got a gist as to where she was. She knew the streets better than her mom ever would, and had a decent advantage over her when it came to speed.
Quickly and quietly, she unfastened her belt. She kept the buckle palmed in her hand to appear like it was still fastened as she reached out to quietly get her door ajar.
Like a hawk, she watched as the woman hovered around the busted tire, her phone back up to her ear as she gestured wildly at things the other caller couldn't see.
One... Two... Three...
In one motion she released the belt and bailed out of the car. She was off down the sidewalk like a rocket, weaving between parked cars and people until she hit her first corner and took a right.
"EISLEY!"
Her mothers furious roar faded quickly... she tried to pay it little mind.
The teen didn't stop running until she had zigged and zagged herself a safe distance away. She collapsed in a little alcove gasping for breath and exhausted.
She was that old? Was that like, mostly an adult then??
She grew silent after that revelation, thinking about what that meant all the rest of the way to the station. Once there Saph let her out of the car, which she gladly scrambled out of, and they headed inside. "I don't mind... just don't go tellin' everybody about it. Only people I like get to call me by my real name." It didn't even register what she had just implied, but it didn't matter anyway. She liked Saph well enough that she didn't mind him using her real name.
She followed as he led they way, nervously keeping track of where they were in relation to the door they had entered from. Which places were good exits? Good places to hide?
They wound up in a little room. One of those rooms the cops throw the bad guys to let them stew a little before they go back in to grill them for info. The were rooms to break people in. She swallowed nervously as she sat herself down in a chair and clutched her stuffed toy to her chest.
Saph announced he was leaving and her discomfort shot through the roof. "Do you have to?" She might have looked a little panicked, even if he tried to sooth her my promising to come right back. She didn't want to be locked in a room alone. He seemed set on the idea though, so she leaned back in her chair and tried to calm down.
"I'm sure that your mom's gonna be real happy we found you."
Um... what? Eisley stared at the door as it closed, clicking into place, and blinked a handful of times as her eyebrows pinched together. What had that been about her mom? Who's mom? Surely not Eisely's mom, because it had been years since she had left and that woman hadn't even so much as put out a missing person's notice.
The doorknob rattled and she was drawn away from her thoughts. She was expecting Saph again, and was trying to think up something to sound clever that she could throw at him. 'What, forget a pencil?' Nah, that was-
Her mom shoved open the door. All thoughts melted straight out of her head as her mother and her locked eyes.
"My baby!"
The teen reacted violently, almost throwing herself out of her chair as the woman rushed her... but she wasn't fast enough and soon found herself trapped in a painful, crushing hug with her mothers mouth pressed up against her good ear. A warm, moist whisper followed soon after.
"If you give me any trouble I will beat you black and blue when we get home, do you understand, kid?"
The teen immediately went ridged, both complying by allowing the hug to continue while also shooting wide, terrified eyes at the two other people behind her mom.
Blinking, she shimmied the strap down as told and tucked it securely under her armpit. He was right, that was much better!
"No! I ain't been stealing anything like that... not anymore." Blushing, she huffed and looked out the window. She seemed unperturbed to the nature of his driving; as if speeding and whipping around anything and everything wasn't terrifying. Honestly, she just wasn't used to anything else and kinda figured that most people, if not all of them, drove like that based on what she had seen.
"What's a nagization?" She had her ear tilted at him funny again, as she was having a harder time hearing everything he was saying through all the interference from the car and whatnot.
They were going to the local station, huh? She sank down in her seat a little at the thought. Some of the cops there knew here a little, and it was always terribly uncomfortable running into them. They knew bits of her story she didn't often tell other people, and gave her those looks she hated so much. Eisley shot a sidelong look at Saph.
She shuffled along beside him, her current worldly possessions tossed over her shoulder in her bag. She wasn't terribly used to cars seeing as she had only ever been in them to either rifle through it looking for change, or when being driven around by cops or social workers. She'd be moderately happy so long as it was warm and she could see out a window.
"I like babies. I'm glad you have one. I knew a girl once who had one and it was the cutest thing! Made really funny faces when it needed to poop." She smiled fondly, tripping over her laces as she struggled to keep up. Her lungs weren't too great in the cold so it was hard to move fast unless she absolutely had to. She wasn't sure why that happened. "I never got to know it's name though. I don't thinks she picked one out cuz she wasn't allowed to have him for long."
As they came up on the car, she tensed up a little at the sight of it. It was a cop car alright... she could see the little gate in the back that separated the back from the front. She still had vivid memories about being in the back of one of those and how scared she had felt with cold metal cuffs on her wrists.
"...I'm not in trouble, right?" She questioned again, eyes darting around to try and see if he had cuffs on him.
He opened the door to the front, which helped calm her a little, and she clambered in. Her bag settled on the floor between her feet, Mr. Unicorn in her lap. She struggled to figure out the seatbelt for a moment.
"It's strangling me." Eisley, who was still worryingly small for her age, tugged on the belt that was resting across her throat. She looked tiny in the seat, about the size of an eight year old who wasn't yet big enough to be sitting in a car without a booster.
"Where are we going, Super Saph?" Instantly, blinding sparkles of excitement returned to her eyes. "Are we going to go hunt down bad guys!?"
Okay, she wasn't in trouble for any of the things she had done in the last month, so that was good. Getting locked up again, even if it had been for a short while, had been pretty boring and she was constantly worried about what people around her were plotting.
Still, as Saph stood there and even put a hand out for her and she felt her wariness melting away a little. He had been good to her the last two times she met him... and the Doctor had told her that she should try and open up a little...
"Can I leave my stuff here?" She asked, already in the process of turning around and prying up a loose chunk of pavement from the ground next to her. She had found the little compartment there a long while ago. It had even had a few random things inside still that looked old and untouched. She'd started to compile a little hoard of things in there since then; including a small pile of buttons she'd been collecting to give to the Doctor the next time she went to visit him.
After putting her tea set away and picking her backpack and stuffed animal up, she accepted his hand... if a little warily. IT was big... much bigger than her's and scratchy with callouses and stuff. Her's was small and skinny and cold, even in her gloves. She gulped, still apprehensive, and stood.
"What kinda car do you have? I met someone once who had a bright pink one. It was pretty cool."
She spared a glance at his crowbar, wondering if it was the very same one she had tried to steal once.
"Say, did you ever get married? That was what the ring was for right? Is there a Ms. Super Saph now?"
Teatime was interrupted suddenly when someone literally dropped in on the party uninvited.
Initially startled, Eisley reacted how any normal person would react; by jumping clean out of her skin. She didn't have the energy for a full on shriek, so instead a little squeak of surprise popped out and she dropped her teacup in alarm. An attempt to scramble away from the sudden threat ended in her slamming the back of her head into the wall behind her, and then curling forward into a ball while she hissed through her teeth at the pain.
After a moment of not being murdered horribly by the intruder, she glanced up and squinted at the figure.
"Eh... Eisley Thomas, don't go running or anything. Can you come with me?"
"Super Saph!"
Excitement quickly replaced the fright from his appearance, and as she rubbed the throbbing pain away from the lump on the back of her head she grinned up at him. This was great! Maybe he'd join her tea party and she could tell him about what she'd been up to lately!
.... and then what he had just said started to sink in.
Realization over a few things settled on her face and schooled her features into one of placid caution. "How'd... you know my real name?" She knew he was a hero, so maybe he had managed to get that info from the cops or something. But... the tone, his mannerisms. This was a different interaction from what she had experienced the last two times.
"Is Thomas my last name? Why do I need to come with you?" She hadn't stolen anything in at least a week, so unless it was an old transgression he was visiting her over she wasn't sure what this was about.
Unless....
Her demeanor shifted in an instant. Eisley grew tense and reached out to grab Mr. Unicorn and curl him into her chest.
He was here to bring her in. Either to child protective services, or to a home of some some sort.
The gentle tink of ceramic on ceramic was drowned out by the sounds of distant car traffic and the hum of the city. Eisley was sat crisscross applesauce on the ground with her back to the wall, nestled in a crook away from most prying eyes. In front of her was a well loved stuffed horse, Mr. Unicorn as she lovingly called him. (He has lost his horn somewhere, but they would find it eventually)
"Another cookie, Mr. Unicorn?"
The teen pulled one more little waffer cookie from the half empty package behind her, placing on the mostly-clean and only slightly chipped ceramic place in front of her stuffed animal. "Great weather, isn't it?" She questioned, her words twisted in a poor attempt at a British accent.
Her backpack, half open beside her, was mostly empty save for an unopened snack for later and a half empty bottle of clean water.
It was a cloudy, overcast day today, so she had chosen to keep her warm knit hat with the little poof ball on top on, as well the fleece scarf she had only newly acquired a week ago. Her jacket looked clean for the most part and was only a little threadbare in a few areas. It did a decent job at keeping the cold out. Her cheeks and nose were still rosy red from the chill in the air though. It was gradually getting colder as winter made it's slow march in, and for someone such as she the elements were quickly becoming her biggest threat in day to day life. She had a wool blanket settled around her hips and legs, with her mittened hands resting onto of the scratchy fabric.
Eisley took small bite of one of the cookies, savoring the taste slowly so it would last longer. "I'll put you away soon, don't you worry Mr. Unicorn. I don't want you getting all dirty and frozen again like last year. More tea?"
In her mind, as she tipped the little teapot once more toward the stuffed animals cup, something piping hot and delicious came out. Maybe sweet tea... or hot coco. Her vast imagination allowed her to reimagine herself in a grand tearoom, settled at a little antique wooden table, with a fine china tea set. She was decked out in the finest silks and laces too... maybe pink, or blue? Some kinda fancy, pretty color she didn't normally wear. There were ribbons in her hair, and Mr. Unicorn was in a tuxedo and had his horn back.
She giggled as she lifted her little cup to toast him.
Those three little words worked like a magic charm on the teenager. She beamed up at Doc with the biggest smile he had seen yet. Wordlessly she hummed a little confirmation, too busy making absolutely sure that not a single tear would escape during such a happy moment. It didn't matter that she had been waiting her whole like to hear those words in some capacity; she simply didn't wanna cry right now and ruin the whole thing!
"I'll be back! I promise!"
She turned, taking a determined step to go... but hesitated on the threshold.
Quick as lightning she spun back around, threw her small arms around as much of him as she could and gave him absolute the best hug she could manage. "Thank you for everything!"
Eisley, before she had to explain anything, turned back away just as quickly and hurried herself out of the office and through the hall outside. She was scrubbing at her face with her sleeve as she went, but there was a noticeable skip in her step as she left.
The good doctor pulled out a little bug from his shell and her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. She stared owlishly, completely mute as he explained. His name was Jiminy, and he could come with her is she wished it so.
"...Jiminy.... like the little cricket that follows Pinocchio around?" Her expression broke out into a face splitting grin, complete with freckled nose wrinkle and crinkled eyes. "Can he really come with me? He's so cute!" She proceeded to coo a little greeting to the bug. The doctor mentioned that he had a safe she could stash her stuff in if she wanted. She eyed him quizzically for a moment before nodding. After all, he had pinky promised.
"Can I put my special things in there? I won't take your button collection, I promise." She crossed a finger over her heart to solidify that promise into law. She would probably be putting a little bit of money in there, as well as her unicorn (who was starting to have seen better days) and a few other items she was always worried about losing.
As he stood, she hurried to scarf down the last piece of pie as fast as she could. He wanted her to come back, visit even.
"....Does this mean we are neighbors now?" She questioned, blinking up at him.
She blinked at him, understanding only slightly what he was suggesting but refusing to accept it. She had an ideal for what she wanted in her life, and she wasn't going to let go of it easily. She tilted her head a little to hear him better at the tail end of what he had been saying, and smiled in return.
"I got a lot of places to hide stuff around the city, see? So when I have a lot of money I hide it away in one of those places where only I know where it is. Like, waaay too many people carry all their stuff on them all the time, and that's a big no-no because when you get jumped they get all of your stuff! Rookie mistakes, right?"
She set her plate to the side and stood, patting down the clothes she was wearing currently. "These are some of my good duds. I only use these if i'm gonna go a place where me in my regular stuff stand out too much." She demonstrated that she had no wallet, or anything else that a regular person might carry on them while out and about. It was all for show. "When i'm done here I go change back into my regular stuff, and pack these away for the next time I need em." She plopped back down, tucking her legs crossed under her.
"I figure that if I can pack enough stuff away, when I'm big enough that I pass for an adult I can start looking into a place to live and stuff.... or, like, if I happen to find a family I like, then I'll have all the stuff i'll need when I move in."
Eisley started ticking off her fingers as she silently started counting. "I've got at least $500 in 20's and tens saved up, so I figure in a few more years i'll have a lot more if I keep being careful with it. I can't do anything now cuz I have to get papers to prove who I am and how old I am and stuff, but if I go somewhere to try and get those things a lot of places call the cops or cps."
Eisley simply tilted her head at the Doctor in confusion. He had said a lot, and she didn't wanna break it to him that 90% of it had gone right over her head. What the heck was an aversion? Instead, she just nodded nervously and accepted a third piece of pie. The teen set about digging in, content to eat as much as he would offer with sips of juice in between, until her stomach couldn't hold anymore.
She watched him evenly, listening with her head tilted in that funny way she was forced to do, while taking bites of the pie. After he had finished she calmly set her fork down on her plate, which was now empty, and mustered a small smile.
"No." She said simply, without a hint of anything but honesty of her face. "I won't give up what I want, because somewhere out there is someone who will love me for who I am without changing anything, and they won't swear or get angry at me all the time." She paused, eyes shifting around the walls of the room to the artwork displayed on the walls.
"I don't wanna give up my dream because of people who can't live up to it."
The teen took the pie quietly, staring at it for a moment before hunger won out and she started to eat. "I dunno..." She answered again. "I think about it a lot, I guess. Like... wouldn't it be nice, you know?"
She smiled suddenly, even if it was tinged with a little sadness. "I grew up watching the Mr. Rodgers show on tv. I ain't really had no one else to talk to cuz mom was always gone, so, like... he was my dad kinda." She polished off her pie in a few big bites, and then really did wipe her mouth on her sleeve after.
"So when I think about where I wanna be, it's with someone like him. I wanna be someplace like that, but whenever I think about other kids who have gotten help and what they went through It makes me afraid that I won't get my Mr. Rogers."
Her eyes dropped to her wrist and then quickly to him and one of the most mistrustful expressions she had mustered yet fell onto her face. She didn't wanna tell him, that was as plain as day.... but, she also wondered if just this once, she could. He had promised her after all that nothing would leave this room. Maybe she could trust him with one of the most painful things she kept secret.
Eisley, having withdrawn her hands into her stomach protectively, forced herself to let them show again. She frowned down at the jagged white line that marred her skin, one of the biggest scars on her body aside from the patch of them by her dead ear.
"... Nobody believed me when it happened..." She started out, her voice soft and uncertain. "A few years ago I was at a shelter where there were free beds you could stay in until you found a place to go. There were some other girls there that didn't like me cuz I had a bed and they wanted it for their friend, but I wouldn't give it up." She had a pretty good memory all things considered, so she could still remember the event like it had happened yesterday.
"They got me one night. Dragged me into a bathroom and cut me up so that people would think that I did it and i'd get kicked out. Put me in a hospital and no one would believe that I hadn't done it. I..."
She struggled a bit, because she didn't know enough words to describe how it had felt.... what had been done to her. "They had this stuff hooked up to me that made me sleepy. I didn't like it, but no one would let me leave until I said I had done it, and then I had to go stay with this lady for a while and she made me talk to a really quiet guy who wrote a buncha stuff down."
It felt silly saying it all out loud. Like she was complaining about having a family and stuff. "Like... I wasn't allowed to have my stuff, or wear certain things, or be alone a lot. The lady had a lot of weird rules too, and all of the adults looked at me with this weird look on their faces all the time."
She glanced up at him, rubbing her scar again from phantom pains. "I got away after a while. Been on my own since that and I like it better. People on the street don't give me that weird look or treat me funny."
From my perspective when it comes to adding on other types of powers and stuff to play with it, it wouldn't be that hard to use the current app formula for them. A main focus power, possibly a few small matching side things, and a healthy dose of realism. Anything is possibly so long as people approach it from a fair perspective, and adding in the extra lore is a relatively easy thing to do. Maybe an overlapping marvel verse where magic exists collides with us and BAM, suddenly we are seeing it everywhere when we didn't before. Or A cosmic event unlocks it, or whatever. Tons of options to let people play with characters that aren't 100% mutant, adapted, or human. I do think it would draw in new comers who aren't are fixated on the X's as the majority of us were, and I also think it might give older players who feel a little burnt out something new to play with.
I also think a new site wide plot would work wonders as a good refresher, but I think it should be managed so that people have as much creative freedom as possible within the limits. I feel that plots that rely on key players have a habit of burning out if those players happen to post slowly, or life pulls them away for a bit. Plots like AOS ran great because people were able to play with it however they felt, with whoever they felt until it wrapped up.
I personally like the idea of an alien invasion lol. Sounds like a great time!
I also agree with a heavy dose of advertising. There are quite a few sites that pop up with looking into "good rp sites" or just popular ones, and we aren't anywhere on them. I don't exactly know how to get on them, but I do feel that wherever we can we should pop in and place a link or two. We have an awesome community of members who love this place that could attract a whole new generation of MRO's.
In regards to the application itself, I do feel like we could tweak it a little bit to simplify things. It's pretty common to see a lot of newbies in the chat worrying about their applications and if they will be accepted or not.
Taken mutations could be a touchy subject, but personally I don't really care all that much if someone wants to use an aspect of one of the powers I have, or even if the whole power is similar. I feel like it makes a possibly run in with the two characters more interesting.
I'm not sure how the power limits would work while still making it fair to players that came before. Maybe, if power limits are relaxed for new applicants, older characters that came in during some of the more strict application times could get a free power growth? I feel like it might be a little it might sting a little if one person had to whittle down a power idea to match standards a year ago, but someone new comes in right off the bat with a much stronger power. Just trying to see things from current rp's sides is all. I'm sure there is a balanced way to do it, and i'm sure if her relax the limitations a little it might make bringing in new writers a little easier.
All that being rambledsaid, I am more than willing to do whatever I can to help out, even if that is just loitering in discord all day being friendly to new faces
