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.
His question was one she heard often, but never had an answer for. She didn't know how old she was. Never had. Someone somewhere knew, but she had never bothered to find out seeing as it didn't really matter to her a whole lot.
"I dunno." She replied simply. "I can't remember if anyone's ever told me. Mama didn't really like talking to me much so she never told me either, and I didn't really think to ask before I left."
He sipped his punch, so she reached for hers. As he tried to explain the different kinds of stress, most of which went right over her head, she did her best to pay attention. There were a lot of big words in there, even with him trying to explain them. "I.. I dunno what overwhelmed means." She admitted plainly.
"I get stressed a lot like... when I have to lift something and I think someone might have seen. Or if someone's chasing me and I think they might catch up. Or, like... there's this boy who's got it out for me, so I gotta stay one step ahead of him all the time cuz he really doesn't like me at all."
She retreated a little into herself thinking about that. About all of the things she had to worry about all the time. "So, if it's anything like that, then probably a ten I guess?" She laughed suddenly. "Heck, I thought I was gonna die of fright just a little while ago when you were catching onto my fibbing."
She set her cup down, ignoring the urge to wipe her mouth on her sleeve. "But even with all of that I don't wanna go nowhere." She gripped her scarred wrist in her other hand, the reminder of how she'd gotten it still fresh in her mind.
"I don't wanna put myself in a place where anyone can ever hurt me again, and I know I won't hurt me so if I just stick with myself everything will be OK."
Eisley shook her head vehemently. There was no way, not even one, she was going down that route again! He changed topics though, so she didn't have to protest much.
"Stress?" The teen polished off the slice of pie on her place as she thought about his question. "Well... I play pretend a lot still, so that helps I guess. I don't have Mr. Unicorn here though. I dunno though. I don't have a whole lotta time to worry about stuff. You gotta keep moving all the time, or things will catch up to you that you don't wanna deal with."
She paused again and blinked. "Maybe that's all it is? I just don't deal with it?"
He'd brought in a whole pie! Not a single slice! The whole thing! Eisley darn near slid of the couch in surprise, her eyes lighting up like someone had finally given her a Christmas gift.
Now, she wasn't pig headed enough to think that it was all for her. No, her new level of excitement was also brought upon by the notion that he would be joining her in eating said pie! And there was a whole jug of punch!
IT WAS LIKE THE TEA PARTIES SHE SAW ON TV!
Suddenly giggy with a ferocious level of pure joy, the girl could barely contain herself. Color finally crept into her cheeks. Light like sparkles of glitter popped to life in her eyes. She nearly looked like a whole new person- not a sullen, hungry thief looking for food.
"You cooked them? That's so coool! I can't cook at all. Papa used to cook every now and then, but he always burned everything."
He handed her a plate and she gingerly took it, raking in all of the golden browns and crispy bits, committing them to memory. With an eager nod Eisley dove in her for first bite, making sure not to take too much or too little... she wanted to savor every piece.
A moment of silent chewing followed as the awestruck expression on he face doubled in intensity. "It's sho gooood." She finally breathed, cupping the cheek that was full of delicious apple with her free hand.
She waited to reply to what he had said until her mouth was empty, so she wouldn't waste even a drop of pie. "That's not very nice of them. You should never judge someone cuza how they look. I've known plenty of normal looking people who are rotten on the inside." She dove in for a second bite and enjoyed it just as much as she had the first time.
Eventually she was ready to talk about herself. "Well... I dunno. Lesse. You gotta be careful where you sleep for one, you know? If you sleep in the wrong place good folks run into you, but if you sleep in the wrong places bad folks know where to find you."
She paused to plop a little wedge of apple in her mouth. "I know a lotta good places, so my day always starts with waking up. Then I go to find some kinda water so I can brush my teeth and stuff. Gotta do it twice a day!" Eisley grinned, and proof of her method were the clean white teeth in her mouth.
"Then I go to find like, a gym or something. A lot of places have free bathrooms you can use, and then you go find breakfast." She paused again, but this time it was because she had just reminded herself that somethings she needed to steal things.
"... A lot of the time you can find places that have food for you, but you have to get up really early to get in line and... a lot of bad people make sure to get in line first and scare other people away. So, sometimes you have to find other places that have food instead." She chose to skip over the how and moved on.
"Then I spent a lot of the day moving to the next place to sleep, and try to find things that I can sell for my savings along they way."
Her expression fell a little at that. "I do have to take things a lot, and I feel really bad about it. I know Mr. Rogers wouldn't be to happy with me... but I try to not take anything too important, you know?" It might have been lost on her that wedding rings were important to a majority of people.
"You also gotta keep an eye out on where you are while walking. I'm not a part of any of the families here because I don't wanna do what they do to keep living. So I have to avoid the places where they are."
She took another bite, a little calmer now. "That's it, really... I don't do much more than that usually."
By the time he came back, she was just starting to doze off on the couch. It had been a while since she had last been allowed to linger in a climate controlled environment let alone on such a comfy chair. She'd let herself lean back now that her nerves had calmed down and a wave of exhaustion had hit her like a brick wall.
The moment he came back in she snapped out of it, sitting a little straighter on the couch and rubbing at he eyes. A few good slaps to the cheeks woke her up the rest of the way. She slid back to the edge of the couch and settled her hand in her lap politely, while angling tired, but focused eyes back on the Doctor.
She waited and listened, anxiety buzzing just under her skin. Would he get mad at her? As he continued, her guilt grew in size. Especially when he pointed out her dishonesty from the get go. Eisley opened her mouth to try and defend herself, but a little voice at the back of her mind shushed her. He was right... she deserved the chiding.
The teens eyes grew round like saucers when the Dr. offered a compromise. If she stayed and talked with him she would get to have the pie still AND he still had to keep her secrets! Even if she had wanted to she wouldn't have been able too. "Really?! I can?? Even though I fibbed an all?"
She was virtually vibrating in her seat, excitement radiating out of her. "I can do that!"
Of course, now she had to put some thought into what it was he had asked of her, did she? What were her dreams? Did she hope for anything in particular?
"Oh! I didn't lie about your little hands and deelybobs though. I really do like them."
The pact was done and sealed. He was sworn to silence on the matter, and if he had any shred of decency in him at all she could trust that he would take her words with him to the grave.
"I really just wanted the free pie."
After a beat, she had the decency to look a little guilty and she plopped herself back down.
"I know I don't know a lotta stuff, like what big words mean and things... but I do fine on my own. Really." She sipped her water again to wet her throat and give herself a moment to think. "I ain't telling you my real name because my momma gave it to me when I was born and she musta loved me then. I only share it with people I really like. You can call me Tom though, because that is what I call myself all the time anyway."
Her stomach growled slightly, unable to contain itself anymore. "I like to try and get food the nice ways first, sos I don't have to make Mr. Rogers sad... I thought it would be easy as... well, pie, to slip in and out and have a full tummy with no one the wiser, but I guess I didn't really know what I was getting myself into."
Eisley laughed a little awkward laugh and rubbed at an eye that started to itch.
"I don't have no one after me or anything, and I stay away from the people out there that like to pick fights, so I really aren't looking for res...resourses... or anything. I had bad stuff happen the last time I looked for those an I don't wanna do that again."
She hoping she wasn't rambling, and that he understood her even though she struggled through a few words.
She listened, watching his every move as if she would bolt the second she saw something she didn't like. He explained what it meant, and thought she had a hard time believing him... she really did want to. Believe him, that is. She wasn't too keen on just spilling her beans all over just because someone asked nicely.
"You promise?" She asked, voice quieter than it had been before. Was she gonna go out on a limb and trust him? She didn't even know him. Cripes, what had she gotten herself into?
"NO!" She was up on her feet in an instant, cup still gripped tightly in her hands. She didn't sound entirely frightened, possibly a little indignant and frustrated. "I don't want any resources! I don't need anyone's protection, i'm fine on my own!"
Her bottom lip trembled a little and she stared him down; small and skinny but so very opposed to what he was offering.
"If I tell you the truth, do you PROMISE not to tell anyone else? Pinky promise?"
She tried not to make a face when he went to get her something to drink that wasn't the promised juice drink. Scolding herself for acting spoiled, she waited patiently for him to return. She took a small sip while she started speaking again, ending up holding the cup there against her mouth while he went on about fearing people and some more words she didn't understand.
With increasingly wider eyes the teen watched as he walked over to the door and cracked it open, either peeking outside or talking to someone out there. Eisley felt her comfortable bubble pop and she plunged right back into paranoid. What if he was talking to cps out there? What if it was the cops? Had he been onto her from the beginning?!
"I know you aren't being honest with me. I stopped calling you by the name you gave me a moment ago, and intentionally replaced information you gave me with false information. I do not know why you are lying, but I have seen other warning signals that worry me as well."
Oh no! He was onto her! She was sweating bullets now. Rock still on her seat and clutching the cup in her hands for dear life.
"Is someone harming you, or depriving you of your needs? You can tell the truth, everything is confidential in here."
Should she come clean or run with it? What happens if she ran with this notion that someone was hurting her and she was seeking help?
"The usual stress." She recited. "I don't get paid enough for the work I do, management sucks, and I haven't been able to advance."
She couldn't remember what a lot of the terms she was using meant, but it sounded normal. She's taken snippets from people complaining about their lives online, printed them at the local library, and then spent night practicing them until they were worn comfortably into her memory.
She was so focused on her story she didn't even notice him change her name.
"If I could go into another field I would, but college costs too much and I don't quite qualify for f-finan-cial aid." Eisley flinched slightly at stumbling over the word, before covering it with a cough.
"...Um... wasn't there supposed to be punch too? Could I have some, please?"
"Mr. Rogers." She answered, without missing a beat. A small smile pinched her cheeks, causing a dimple to pop up. She was fond of the show, and even more so the man himself. It was hard to fib about him, she knew he would disapprove either way but.. well ,she wasn't comfortable trying to hide that gradual of truth. "There's no person in the world just like you, and I like you just the way you are." She paused, sweeping the room with one more glance. "When I can, I like to tell people the things that I like about them to let them know that they are loved. People don't hear it enough and I think it makes them sad."
"These things take as long as they need to, usually. Of course, you can leave when ever you'd like, but a complete session is required to get the pie afterward."
Her lips fell into a relaxed pout. She'd have to stay until it was over if she wanted the food, but... she was free to leave if she really wanted to. Eisley relaxed a little with that crumb of knowledge. He explained further what exactly this session involved. Emotions? Well... she had a pretty good grip on her emotions most of the time... so long as her life wasn't in immediate danger. This would be a cakewalk if that was the case.
"Tell me more about yourself... For example. What was school like for you?"
"My foster parents didn't believe in public school, so I was home schooled with religious principles. I didn't have a classic education."
Her response came a bit too quickly if the good doctor was paying attention, and compared to the way she normally spoke it may have also sounded a little rehearsed.
"We didn't get along," She parroted, reciting the story she'd made up years ago with ease. "I've chosen not to retain many of their teachings."
She blinked at him, feet swinging slightly just above the floor due to being so short.
"I was always told to say nice things to people if you have something to say." It was true, too. Mr. Rogers had always said nice things to people and she wanted to be that kinda person too, even if she had to fib occasionally.
"Well, Pam, you are here because you feel as though you need help. You can tell me anything. It is my job to do the best I can to help you work through anything that could be bothering you." "Well, you see a friend said that i should come here, but I don't know what to talk about. I don't feel like I have anything really wrong... How long do these things last?"
She shifted in her seat, missing the feeling of her backpack against her back. She was in some of her best clothes... which were just clean jeans and a t-shirt. She didn't have a clean coat to help with the chill in the air outside, but enough people were still being stubborn about the end of summer that it wasn't strange for her to be missing one. She twisted her braid around in her fingers to help sooth herself. Being around people she felt posed a threat, even if that was only authority figures. She just wanted to be done so she could collect her pie and go.
"What is a si...cologic consultation anyway? What does it do?"
She angled her good ear at him, tilting her head a little so she could hear him more clearly since he used such big words a lot.
Howdy! I've been gone for a spell, and now that I am back I want to jump back in! I have a handful of characters to play with from all walks of life, and I am willing to write with any of them.
Andrea- Medusa-like character with healing blood. Currently working in the medical profession and volunteering for various activities in her free time.
Megan- Spider like mutations and minions. Currently running a business selling high quality silk products, and trying to keep her nose clean. (haha, yeah I know)
Elke- Self duplication mutation, Currently planning her free time around being a broke college student and trying to stay out of trouble. (trying)
Shelby- pretty well known upcoming artist. Runs her own business in the city. Wife of Saphirus, the X-man, and mother of their baby. Mutation is the ability to create worlds within paintings and transport people to them.
Eisley- Homeless teenage runaway thief. Gets into trouble unwillingly. Fully human, but an adorable one!
Drop a message here, or pm if you would like a thread with any of these characters!
.... What the hell did formality mean? What did it have to do with food?
She decided right then and there that she was in over her head. This guy used a lot of big words and she wasn't used to it! It was hard enough just figuring out the general meaning of the average New Yorker. What was Psychology? It sounded vaguely medical, and that made her extremely uncomfortable. He mentioned resources though, which might have pointed more towards some of the more typical things she was used to. Maybe she had stumbled across some kinda housing help or something for poor people?
"Oh, well... I like your wiggling things too. They're cute." She pointed toward his antenna, then tried to mime what his were doing with her fingers at the sides of her head.
When he asked for a general background info, she floundered for a bit. This was sounding more and more like voluntary help, which she wasn't necessarily able to get due to her age and being unaccompanied by an adult. She'd have to improvise a little and throw in a bit of her usual shpeal to fill it out, maybe pepper in a little truth here or there to make it seem more believable.
"Uh... I'm 18. I've got a job at a fast-food place over toward 2nd. I was given up as a baby and went through the foster system, my foster parents and I don't really get along so we havent spoken since I moved out. I've got a cat named Lucy. Um..." She floundered away, glancing around the room while thinking.
"I... don't really know what to do. Never done this before Mr. Sampson."
She blinked at him. What was a recepticon hall? Was that like... one of those transforming things? Did they have a hall of them? Was that where all of the pie was??
She shifted nervously, glancing back at the door. "Um... what visit? Can't I have the pie now? Do I have to visit?" The dude waved at a chair and she shifted again, watching as a cracker fell from on top of his head. Were those chest arms? "Uh.." She replied back elegantly, mind going blank as she tried to figure out what to do. Her stomach rumbled.
Was he gonna eat that cracker?
"P-pam..." She stuttered. Spitting out the first name that popped into her head. If all she had to do to get some food was sit on the couch for a while, then she could do that. This would be the easiest theft in her whole life... she just had to think of it that way. Like when she snuck into those stores that had the little food samples, and would just circle back around to them a million times when the people running them were distracted.
Sitting down gingerly, she stared at the big bug man. "...I dunno, really? Saw free con... constitution, wanted to check it out. I like your chesty arms though." Was that the right word? She didn't know. Words were hard, and it was even harder to care when you were hungry.
A very homely looking woman eventually came over and spoke to her, nervously motioning to the door and letting her know that a 'Mr. Sampson' would see her now. Excitedly, she stood and allowed herself to be ushered into the room.
It didn't escape her notice that there was a giant man-bug attempting to hide behind a lamp... or at least it looked that way, but after sparing him a curious glance she looked around to try and spot the food first. Eisley jumped in her boots when the woman who had shown her in scuttled back out so quickly she inadvertently slammed the door shut after her and whirled around to blink owlishly at it.
After a few moments of not finding anything that even remotely looked like pie or punch, she spared another glance toward who she assumed was Mr. Sampson.
"... Pie?"
Her voice was quiet, and a little rough around the edges. She didn't tend to use it that often seeing as she didn't really like to talk to people a lot. it fit how she looked perfectly though, small and a little ruff around the edges. She didn't appear put off by her appearance at all, mostly as ease save for the constant flighty fidgeting she tended to do without realizing.
The teen glanced around again, mind wandering to the possibility of this being some kinda sting or setup. Had she been lured in by the cops with the temptation of a delicious pastry?
