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.
There had been a sign at one point, a few days ago, as she had been scuttling past. 'Free pie and punch', it had said, after some nonsense about a free consultation- no questions asked. Eisley had no clue what a consultation was, but she sure as heck knew what free was.... It was definitely not something to pass up! The teen had jotted down the address in her notepad, slipped into a public restroom to change into some mostly clean clothes and brush her hair, and then headed off to find the building it was being held at to snag some easy food.
Pie wasn't super nutritious, obviously, but when your options were free junk food or digging through trash cans, the free stuff won. It would at least give her a little sugar boost to fuel her up until she could find something bread heavy... that kinda stuff tended to fill her up quite nicely and keep the cold at bay.
A bit later she found herself hesitantly stepping onto the threshold of a building. Some kinda community center, if she could make anything of it. There were tones of people loitering about, most had taken seats while they waited for their free stuff. She wondered how many had strictly shown up for free food, like herself. She kept an eye out for familiar faces among the crowd, while she pondered on where to go.
There were a few doors with names on them, and the chairs seemed to be lined up beside the doors. She could assume that they were sectioned off, especially since there seemed to be a little bias for who sat where. One section was packed completely full, another only half, and the others sporadically filled. One was completely empty, though... and that one called to her completely. Empty chairs meant that she didn't have to sit next to anyone AND she would get her pie quicker.
As she plopped into a chair she discreetly sniffed herself to make sure she didn't smell too bad, and tried to through a sign on the wall across from her.
... She couldn't make out what 90% of the words were.
"I mean, I figured a little... don't know what that has to do with anything." People who lived on the streets and people who didn't anymore could be equally as mean.
He started moving and she rushed to keep up, trying to stay at his side so she could hear him, and moving closer as needed to hear him over the various sounds from the street. If he wasn't gonna try and take to foster, or the cops... why help? What was he getting out of it?
"How did you get out of it?" She asked after a moment, paying attention to the ground and making sure she wasn't stepping on cracks. "Like, how did you get to be Super Saph?"
Because she was focused on him, and watching the ground, she didn't hear or see the small car attempting to pull out of an alley as they stepped in front of it. The driver wasn't paying attention until the last second, looking up just in time to spot them and slam on the breaks. Her head turned in the opposite direction, toward the road, as squealing tires reached her good ear.
Her hackles rose and she bristled. "It's not like it happens every day, okay!?"
She turned a little more when he spoke up again, confused about what he was trying to say. Didn't wanna take her somewhere? Could she trust him? She stopped, good ear aimed at him, and stared accusingly. "They all say that." She muttered, and yet she stayed.
She wanted to trust him... she really did. It was hard to find people to trust in her situation, and it was one of the things she longed for the most. After a moment of silence, she continued.
"I don't understand what you mean." She stated plainly. She had been living like this for so long she didn't know an alternative. "I get along fine, so it's not like I need help."
It wasn't a lie, really. She didn't know any better and her mistrust of people colored her view of foster homes and care facilities. Subconsciously she gripped the wrist that had a scar on it.
"... I mean, uh... you could you get me to my backpack if you want? I left it on 7th a while ago."
She wasn't a fan of introductions. They typically ended with someone figuring that they knew better than her, and then trying to take her somewhere whether she wanted to go or not.
Based on what he was saying and asking, her conversation with Super Saph seemed to be heading in the same direction. She shrugged one shoulder at him in response to her not being with any other groups. "I do better on my own."
Her reply was short,vague, and well practiced. She wasn't even upset at him mentioning her size. It was a common thing people brought up to try and trick her.
"Being big doesn't matter. Just makes you more of a target. I fit in small places and I'm faster than most, sometimes I get by fine."
Her whole demeanor had shifted. She was on edge, and it was obvious even to an untrained eye. Still. She was a chold... and sometimes her own brain worked against her.
"Like, just last week someone tried to snatch me, and them me and this other girl broke out, and she had this super weird hole in her stomach where she keeps stuff... but we got away and hid until it was safe."
Not a moment after the words left her mouth she realized that hadn't helped her case at all and she turned suddenly to make her exit.
Something that's meant to happen? Wasnt... wasn't everything meant to happen? Did that mean things happened that weren't meant to?!
Thought spinning for a moment, she angled her good ear his way and tried to rein her thoughts back in to hear him.
"Super Saph." She nodded to herself, confirming the hero name she had assigned him on the spot. "We already met though... unless... Like... is meeting you not in costume diffetent?"
He had a point about what papa had said, or at least in regards to heroes she supposed. Eisley scrunched her nose up at Saph calling him her dad though.
"Ugh, nope. Papa had a bunch of kids, but he wasn't our dad." She paused, eyes shifting away as she stopped her inchworming toward the exit to stare sorrowfully at a wall. "He died a long time ago, all the kids left so it's just me now."
She was back to eyeing him with suspicion a second later, clearly still not trusting him terribly much.
Her cheeks tinted red at the mention of the crowbar. "I didn't take it fully! You took it back, that doesn't count!" She would defend herself to her dying breath on that point!
"What's a Fate?" The teen blinked again, embarrassed that she didn't know what that word meant for something she heard people say a lot. She squinted at him when he asked her name. "...Tom." She answered finally, after a long pause when she considered giving it to him or not.
She edged a little further around him, giving him a wide berth as she did so, fully intent on shuffling her way toward the exit. "I don't really talk to people much." She eyed her escape route like she was going to make a run for it, but didn't. Eisley just kept edging along slowly, careful not to trip.
"Papa said to be careful who you talk to because not everybody is trustable."
The teen blushed. "I... uh... accidentally stole a wedding ring. His wallet was too hard to get." It was still embarrassing, even if it hadn't ended as badly as it could have. She hadn't known he was a hero at the time!
"I gave it back though. I mean, because he caught me, but also because I felt bad. Mostly because he caught me, though." Shoot, she was rambling!
She cocked her head slightly as Thomas started talking about another hero he knew once, who apparently liked girls. Cool, she guessed? Everyone liked something she supposed. She liked unicorns, personally.
Her expression shifted slightly when he hinted at his hero friend being dead, and she thought back to Papa and how he had died. It made her sad, both for Papa and for the first Cheshire. "...Why did he die?" She questioned, straight to the point in only a way that children seemed to be able to get away with. Heroes weren't supposed to die, or at least it would be nice if they wouldn't. They were supposed to live and defeat bad guys and live happily ever after and all that.
Her confusion tripled at him doubting his hero-ness and dropping a big word on her directly after. What was a vi... vijill...anty? Some other kinda hero? Ooh! was that what you called a sidekick?!
She pondered on what he had said for a moment, brows furrowed and little mouth set in a firm line.
" 'Anyone who does anything to help a child is a hero to me' " She quoted, words falling off of her tongue as easily as watching a thousand re-runs of that particular episode enabled her to do. "I'm a child, and you helped me, and Mr. Rogers says you would be a hero to him, so that means you are a hero!"
And then she beamed at him with a wide, gap-toothed smile because she was missing one of her few remaining baby teeth. Her logic sounded perfect to her, even if it was based on TV show.
Eisley turned the corner and rank smack into the side of the super cool leaning superhero with his arms crossed.
"AH!"
She staggered back a step and blinked at him owlishly, before turning to look back the way she had come. How had he?! When!?!? Her shocked expression shifted to one of suspicion and she took an extra step away for safe measure.
"... Talk?" Her suspicion doubled. "I gave your ring back. I don't have anything else of yours." She may or may not have taken on a slightly protective stance then, to try and better hide the other items on her person. They may not have been him, but they were still stolen and he was a hero.
She kept quiet and limp as the officer carried her away, remaining so as she was placed down on the ground in a safer area. There were a few others there as well. While the officer tried to gently wake her, she let herself wiggle like jello and kept her breathing steady. SHe just needed then to think she was knocked out, not that she was seriously injured.
It must have worked because after a bit the cop was back up and left her alone. Two other bus occupants have huddled a little ways away. When she felt it was safe, she cracked an eye open for a peek. No one's attention was currently on her. Surprisingly quickly for being prone on the ground a second ago, she got up as soundlessly as she could and blended into the growing crowed of gawkers on the sidewalk. No one stopped her, and she ignored the two people who asked her questions as she slipped past. She headed for an alley close by, tucking her ball cap down a little lower on her face. She was gonna have to change soon after figuring out where she currently was.
But first...
She patted the waistband of her pants where some of the money the robbers had stolen was tucked safely away. First, she was gonna hide this someplace safe and maybe get something to eat! All of that drama and adrenaline had caused her to have the shakes. SHe needed some protein quick!
Her eyes widened slightly and she nodded her head vigorously in agreement. "I don't like weapons...or hurting people." She toe kicked the ground for a minute with a guilty look on her face. "S'not being a good neighbor if you hurt people." She ignored the fact that Mr. Rogers would have probably also frowned upon taking things from other people. She could justify it with being needy and knew that he would totally accept an apology and forgive her when she found herself in a better place.
"Bad people like him don't get to be neighbors." She pointed accusingly at the unconscious fox man, before turning her attention back to Thomas. The child eyed him quietly for a moment, eyes slightly squinted and mouth pursed.
"... Are you a hero? You act like one of them heroes I always see running around." Her cheeks reddened a little. "I keep accidentally taking things from you guys... sorry." She wasn't sure if they all like... hung out together or something, like a club. Maybe they all went to gyro places after fighting big battles and ate together. That would be cool!
"Do all heroes swear a lot?"
It wasn't very neighborly, but she'd forgive him. That's what you were supposed to do.
Dude started laughing at her. Full belly, bent over. It looked funny with his helmet still on, but she started laughing along nervously anyway. When he was done it made more sense, and apparently, she'd made an impression on him? Cool! Some of her nervousness abated as she fiddled with both of the wallets still in her hands.
"It was!" Okay, maybe that was a little too excited for an admission of guilt. "But you don't look like the picture in it. It's not really yours, is it?" She hadn't even checked Fox's wallet yet. She busied herself with investigating in it while it'owner groaned painfully from his spot on the ground. He wasn't loaded, that was for sure... but he definitely had a bit of cash on him, as well as some cards and a few small, weird little metal picks. She tossed those over her shoulder, pocketing the cash, before hucking the wallet back at the mean fox. It hit him square in the nose, and she was mighty proud of her throw.
She turned back to the selected vigilante. "So... you really ain't mad at me for taking the wallet?" She blinked at him with eyes that always seemed a little too large for her small face. It was strange that two heroes hadn't gotten mad at her for stealing when it seemed like all the cops she had ever met always did. Musta had something to do with where they had come from.
Fiddlesticks! Fannywrinkles! Ahh, she didn't know enough not-swear-words for this! She nodded along nervously, tense and relaxed all at once. He'd been homeless before too? That was good... another example of someone who had gotten out. Why he loaded all his money on gift cards she didn't care to know, though.
Would she trust him? No... He was right about that. Even if her heart sang that it wanted to because he'd beaten up the bad guy, her brain always told her no. Firmly, resolutely, no.
... Also she stolen from him, so that kinda made her a bad guy too.
Thomas reached for his wallet and she was 99% sure the earth was gonna open up and swallow her whole. Could it? That would be great right about now. She paled considerably but lucked out when he blamed it on the fox.
... until he tried to rob the fox too. Was she feeling a little green right about now? Not nearly as green as he was, but yes. She was going to throw up if this went on any longer.
The moment he held out the empty wallet to her, she made a soft strangled sound in the back of her throat and jerked her hand up to take it back. Was he giving her the gift cards? Did.. did he not realize that it was his own wallet?
She shifted guiltily on her feet for a moment, before lifting her other hand from her side and showing the other wallet sitting on her palm. With the other, she flipped open the wallet he had given back. The guy inside's name was definitely not Thomas, not was he green in any way shape or form. So... unless Thomas only has green hands, maybe he wasn't as heroic as she had first pegged him? Maybe he was more like her?
A timid, nervous smile broke across her face. "...I.. uh... may have already taken it from him?"
Now she just hoped her inkling was right and he wouldn't beat her up or drag her off to the cops. Just because he had been homeless didn't automatically also make him a thief.
flinching at first, it took a moment for her to realize she hadn't been eaten or otherwise dispatched, and that the guy was talking to her. He was wearing a helmet apparently, so he didn't actually look like a boogeyman. She turned to peek at him slightly from under an arm, warily watching as he bent to retrieve the wallet she'd socked him with and then introduced himself. Thomas? Huh... well.
"I'm Tom." She replied back, slowly getting back to her own feet. If he wasn't gonna eat her and didn't appear to be robbing her like fox dude had been... what the heck was he doing? Having a pleasant chat in a dingey ally?
On reflex, her arm lifted to take the wallet and froze there mid-air when he casually flipped through it. Okay, maybe he was gonna rob her after all? She blinked in quick succession, aiming her good ear slightly at him so she could hear better in time to catch his question about her being homeless.
Oh... oh shucks!
It got even worse as he started going on about that jerk, aka Foxface, robbing a homeless kid in his part of town.
Eisley was starting to sweat. Was she gonna have to play along like that was her wallet? What if he noticed the picture ID?! The teen stood there, uncertain of what to do, watching Thomas with wide eyes.
Wait.... hadn't one of her marks been wearing a helmet? And... a backpack?
Cornnuts! Had she just thieved from another superhero for the second time in a month!? Eisley's shifted around like a Kit Kat CLock while she tried to keep the panic from creeping into her face. She was in suuuch deep doodoo.
People always made it look easy screaming at the moment when something horrifying and unexpected happened. Eisely found her voice firmly lodged in her throat as she cleared the handrail and pitched backward into the open air. It didn't last long considering there was a hero right there to catch her, but it was long enough to give her a glimpse of the road zooming past below.
He snagged her leg, jolting her and her brain out of its terror stupor. It also jolted some of the things she had snatched from their secure spots on her person. She watched in a different kind of muted horror as a few cameras, wallets, and other miscellaneous items rained down on the pavement below. The brick of money slipped past her fingers as she swatted at it, joining the rest of her lost treasures below.
"Grab on. Can you stop the bus?"
"What??" She scrambled for the doorway like an upside down hampster, wanting nothing more than to be safe on solid ground again. Eisley hadn't heard what he'd said over the air whoosping past her ear.
THUNK
The bus started swerving erratically as the crowbar collected with the bad guy up above and he dropped like a sack of bricks. without him controlling itthey were definitely going to wreck if she didn't try and do something. Wobbling slightly as she stood, the teen had to crawl past the unconcious driver in his seat, grip the comically large steering wheel in comparison to her, and try and get her foot under the dash to the brakes.
They weree speeding toward a short hill, which ended at the bottom with a 3 way junction. If she tried to turn the wheel that this speed they'd probably flip. If she wasn't able to stop the bus before they hit the junction the whole bus would end up in the large pond just past the junction.
From the seat she couldn't reach, so she dropped her butt off the seat and pressed her foot to the peadle. It screeched in protest as the brakes applied, fishtailed dangerously for a bit, before evening out and starting to slow to a stop.
She wasnt sure exactly how to shift the bus into park, so she just kinda sat there panicing for a moment until she was able to wedge the drivers foot on the brake peadle.
Now that they were stopped, she needed to get the heck out of there. Cops would probably be showing up soon and if she wasn't careful she'd get caught.
More screeching tires sounded off the arrival of the police. Eisley practically threw herself to the floor and tried to come up with a second plan. They'd spot her if she tried to flee now.
WHen the first officer boarded and took stock of the situation, he would find two knocked out criminals, a bunch of bags full of money, a passed out driver still tied up in wires, and a small boy unconcious on the floor by the drivers feet. She'd gotten really good at pretending to be dead so people would leave her alone sometimes, she just needed to pretend to be dead-but-breathing right now.
Hopefully they would assume she was a normal passenger, she'd 'wake up' after they brought her on the street, pretent her mother/father had been kicked off of the sublevel a while back and then vanishthe moment they took their eyes off of her.
Her mood quickly shifted though when the girl started going on about baths and ice cream. Both of those things were things she hadn't had in a long time! A bath alone... Her eyes tripled in size as she stood rooted to the spot outside the car, staring at the blond like she was an angel.
But... then reality kicked in and her expression of wonder shifted into one of one of slight suspicion. It was too much to hope for and all of the adults always have some smart expression of things like this. 'Too good to be true.'
The girl was struggling to pull herself into the seat, red dress in tatters but still sounding chipper and upbeat. Eisely looked down at her dirty shoes for a moment while thinking. Should she go? Would it be as bad as her brain thought it could be?
She took a small step backward, hands curling around the straps of her backpack as her stuffed unicorn bounced around in back. A sad conflicted expression settled on her round little face as she looked back to the blond and her fancy car.
When L would turn to find her, Eisley would be gone.
