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.
The teen swung around by one wrist, reaching up to stabilize herself and failing multiple times. She let out an indignant "HEY!" at the crowbar being swiped for her, and struggled with renewed vigor when the money fell out a few seconds later.
Now that the hero was armed again it didn't take long for the bad guys to get knocked from the bus right and left, and... then there were three.
Eisley had been released at some point, and after recovering from dropping to the ground like a sack of bricks she managed to snatch her claimed wad of money back and it was safely returned to her pants.
She backed away from the two grownups slightly, over toward the wall of the bus to watch.
"Surrender... It's over."
Stated ring man and crazy-bus-hijacker-dude stared at him blankly. His eyes darted briefly to Eisely and back.
And then the whole bus, which was still very much on the move and at concerning speeds, jerked suddenly and wires from all over moved to form a protective shield around the man.
Eisely hit the wall, but before she could stabilize herself she felt one of the tendril wires roll up from under her and she was tossed easily over the side of the moving vehicle.
The barrier dropped and suddenly everyone was on high alert. The only passengers were on the top floor now, and all of them were contained. One of the men headed for the hatch before the original guy held up and arm to stop him. Unlike before when he had been manic and shouting random things, he seemed quite... calculating now. He shook his head, not bothering to say a word as his expression spoke volumes. Behind them, one of the other passengers was ushered from his seat by helpful wire-hands and brought to the front. The Gunman leveled the gun her and nodded his chin at the stairs, a silent command for the tourist to go check it out.
Shaking, the guy stumbled over guided by the wires, dropped to his knees and leaned on over to peek at the lower level of the bus.
Meanwhile, Eisely couldn't stop herself from cautiously nudging a brick of money that had fallen from the bag back further behind her. Her eyes were darting from one captor to another, keen to the slightest hint that they would turn and look at her. Now she just needed to hook her foot under it, slowly edge it up her leg toward her tush, and she could grab it with her free hand and hide it. A brick like that would last her a while!
...Also, she was slowly running out of places to hide things.
As she was working on that, the guys were waiting for their other hostage to report back on what he was seeing. The tourist helpfully responded back in fluent Japanese, while sweating bullets.
"Ah @$%&. Who here speaks English?!" No one volunteered.
Her captor jerked her a little, capturing her attention. "Kid, go over there, peek in and tell me what you see. I'll let ya go after."
That was a lie! He was a bad man and she wouldn't believe him for a second. Still, she nodded jerkily and inched her way over as best sh coud with a huge crowbar in hr pants among a handful of other assorted things.
Eisley leaned over the stairs and peeked down, blinking into Saph's face when she noticed him there. She tilted her head when he motioned for her to keep quiet.
"What do you see, kid?!"
Uuh... what was a convincing lie? "Nothin'! Nothing there at all!" A brief pause, before she was jerked away from the opening and into the air. The teen squeaked, lifted by one arm still wrapped in wires. One gunman approached the hole with his gun drawn, intent on just open firing down into the bottom level.
Well, that hadn't turned out like she had expected. The hero darted away, his crowbar remained. Lots of the wires went crazy for a bit all darting this way and that trying to get him from different areas of the bus. The wire that had snagged his weapon reeled back indignantly before tossing the crowbar away, which led it to bounce off a wall and land conveniently by Eisley's feet. The hijacker didn't seem to notice.
She pretended not to notice while the man twisted back around to shriek at the rest of the bus goers as she steadied herself against the guy with her free hand while they swerved this way and that erratically.
Suddenly they stopped. She couldn't hear the uproar of panic from below over the excited shouting of the gunman. Some of the wires flailing about shifted toward containing the rest of the passengers on the top, restraining hands onto the seats in front of them where they could be seen. The gunman finally looked down at the kid he had taken hostage, as someone else popped their head out from below, before slinging a big, heavy bag up by the empty ground at her feet.
Eisley took a gentle step back, not wanting to alert her captors to the fact that she had a big crowbar stuffed down the back of her pants and settled in the back of one shoe.
She's also stolen the gunman's wallet and was hoping to be gone before he noticed.
One more man joined them, with a big gun of his own. He started walking down the aisle checking on the passengers, looking through bags on seats and keeping an eye out for the x-man they had managed to dislodge. The bus eventually started moving again, and now that they had their haul there was no need for endless circles around blocks. They headed off in a different direction, the gunman using his power move cars out of their way right and left, while another on the inside set about using his own power to create a large purple force field around the bus as they drove.
"What's with the kid?" One man asked the trenchcoat-wearing mutant.
"Hostage! I think he's mute... couldn't ask for a better hostage!"
Eisley blinked at them from below her ballcap, wide-eyed and nervous with her lips drawn out in a flat line.
Eisley Thought about trying to gnaw through the wires like a rat but quickly decided against it whenever the gun swung around past her head. The guy kept one hand fisted in her jacket, holding her close enough she couldn't wiggle away, and her back turned toward the rest of the people in the bus.
As such, when a head popped up from below Eisely was the first to notice and was barely able to restrain herself from making a scene.
The guy she stole the ring from was on the bus! Was he following her? Was he a cop?! Her eyes darted to the gunman, then back to the man. From where she stood she could see just a hint of some kind of uniform on him and wracked her brain where she had seen it before. She was sure there had been some kinda pictures somewhere that looked like that, but couldn't remember where...
So focused on trying to remember, she didn't notice the gunman shaking her slightly until it became aggressive. She hadn't heard him yelling at her over the loud sounds coming from every direction. Her attention shifted back to him in a startled sort of way. His lips were moving and she could make out a few words here and there, but the rest was lost in chaos. He was holding her with her bad er toward him, and she couldn't turn her head around enough to catch what he was saying with the other.
She tried to shake her head no, that she didn't understand, but he seemed to be off on a tangent.
She turned her head back to Saph, eyes wide and gestured at the guy with her free arm wildly. She had seen what he could do in the alley, tossing boys around like they weighed nothing at all. He could just toss this guy off the bus, right?
The guy noticed though and whipped around to see what she was gesturing at. Instantly wires from all over the bus lurched for the x-man, intent on capturing and incapacitating him however possible. If they didn't catch him at the opening they would follow him into the sublevel of the bus, attacking from all sides like twisted wire tentacles.
While this was happening the bus headed for a blockade that had been set without spike strips. Both of the cop cars blocking the smaller road shifted into reverse on their own and careened out of the way as the bus passed through.
Eisley's expression slackened into one of polite ignorance as the girl spoke, dropping words she didn't have meanings for right and left. Guess it was time to start pretending!
"Uh...." She repeated, eyebrows creasing for the billionth time. "I dunno? I always just tell people it's 16. Most of the time they believe it." It was funny what you could get away with when people barely had enough energy to waste on you while you were out running around surviving.
Her mother hadn't ever really bothered with things like birthdays and such, and it wasn't like she had any doctors records or something to go off of. Generally, people didn't bother her much about her age so long as she looked scrappy and boyish enough. They did tend to ask more if she looked like a girl, though.
The girl explained what 'routine' mean, and Eisley soaked it in. It made sense. Mundane even made some sense. She wasn't sure what an Errs was though. this girl was high-class for sure.
They only had a few more blocks before 5th. Eisley wondered what kinda car the girl had.
Her eyes bugged out of her head a little at the notion that the blond had her own credit cards and a drivers license. You could get them that young?! She had thought it was an adult-only kind of thing. "Woah... that's so cool."
She led them along quickly through familiar pathways and sidewalks, avoiding areas where other street people tended to hang out. She didn't want anymore unpleasant interactions for the day. One was enough.
"Uhh..." She replied eloquently at first, scrunching her face up while thinking about it. How long had she been out here? ... A long time. She hadn't really been counting. She wasn't good at keeping track of days and had never really learned how to keep track of weeks and years. The best she had was a few calendar clippings from specific days so she could keep track of specific events.
She wasn't sure when she had left home, or how old she had been. Someone at the hospital had mentioned something about her age once but she hadn't really been in the mood to listen.
"I dunno... Um... like... eight summers?" She held up eight fingers, which she had been counting off of.
Her nose scrunched again at the implication that she was abducted a lot. She wasn't sure if it was a joke, or serious. "I'm pretty good at avoiding people usually... but snatchers been really active a lot. Lots of kids've been getting picked up."
She turned her head to blink at the girl. "What's a routine?"
She flopped out into the walkway in a flail of limbs.
"YOU!" The gun toting kidnapper pointed directly at Eisley.
Eisely froze mid pushing herself up and the rest of the bus froze with her. "Get up here! C'mon Hurry hurry hurry!"
The teen blinked owlishly and shook her head, before attempting to turn and crawl away to safety. Heck no! No way was she going up there!
"Hey! The guy shouted indignantly, and then all hell broke loose.
From every electronic device on the bus, long wires busted suddenly out. Heck, they even came out of the wall of the bus itself! People shrieked as the wires flailed around, forming longer and longer cords. Eisley made a strangled panicked sound when one length of wire snagged one of her ankles and she was unceremoniously dragged toward the front of the bus.
The guy had his prime hostage, a small teen in loose boys clothing who managed to look peeved and terrified at the same time. She struggled for a moment before the cords wrapped around one wrist and tethered her to a pole.
The guy cackled manically, still waving his weapon around as his black trenchcoat flapped around him in the wind. The bus was starting to speed up a little more... now well above the speed limit for the area.
The teen jumped at the outburst but kept her owlish eyes on the blond. Sarcasm? She'd heard the word before but didn't know a lick about what it meant. Still, she flushed red in the face at being called thick. She wasn't thick! She just didn't know some things!!
Then the girl switched directions again and told her that she needed to take her home. So... okay then. Eisley supposed that if it meant she would get home alright, she could help her out. She'd been hoping that maybe the girl had a phone and could just call someone, but whatever. Hopefully her parents wouldn't yell or throw things at her.
"Sure... I guess." Blondie started to head our, barking out directions. Eisley was so focused on picturing a map in her head to figure out which way to go she nearly missed the car comment.
"You have a car?!"
She let go of the piece of swinging plywood in her surprise, banging herself in the side of the knee with it. She hissed and hopped around for a moment with a little tear in one eye until the pain resided. "You have a personal driver or something?"
While waiting for an answer she hicked her backpack up and headed off toward 5th and Madison, keeping her good ear angled at the other girl.
This was not the best decision she had ever made in her life. She thought it had been, but her opinion on it had quickly changed the moment the bus she was on started going on aggressive loops around city. This wasn't fun anymore. She wanted off!
Eisley had thought that if she dressed herself up a little and boarded a bus full of tourists, she would have access to easy pickings when it came to electronics and money. She had been right about that regard at least- Pretty much everyone on the bus had their guard down, thinking that themselves and all of their things were safe behind the sturdy metal walls of the Vehicle. It was comical really, that there were expensive cameras and phones on benches, bags left wide open. Food everywhere.
Eisley has seated herself toward the back, having already palmed a few items on the way in. Some people just made it too easy. She fiddled with a little camera for a moment before tucking it away, chewing on some gum some else had left in a front backpack pocket. It was like a supermarket in here!
Her plan since snagging the initial ticket and boarding had been to wait until the bus rolled up to its first attraction when people were more likely to be in a hurry to get off. She would have joined the crowd happily, swiping things left and right, and then parted ways as everyone filed out to see.
It would have been so easy.
"I said SHUT UP, Damnit!!"
The problem was that a guy had forced himself onto the bus at a stoplight, seeming took control of it, and was waving around a gun of some sort to keep everyone in their seats. He didn't look much better than her when she wasn't dressed up in stolen clothes, but she liked to think she didn't often have such a crazy look in her eyes like he did.
Eisley tried to sink further back in her seat but was having trouble because of the seat hog next to her. The guy ha pulled his feet up onto the bench and was passively pushing her away inch by inch.
A woman toward the front started bawling as the guy yelled nonsensical phrases and cuss words. Eisley's ears burned.
Such a bad man!
She was thrown out of her seat a second later when the bus sped up to swing around a corner, on its fifth circle around that particular block.
Eisley was Ten, and there was a boy who hated her.
Over the course of a few years she had grown a lot as a person. She was better at avoiding trouble, better at finding the things she needed, and had a mapped network of safe routes and places to sleep. She had a short list of people who were safe to be around for short periods of time, as well as a mile long list of people to avoid.
Liam's name was right up there at the top.
Liam was a few years older than her and had pestering her for the better part of a year. He thought it was funny that she wore boys clothes and had taken to calling herself 'Tom'. He refused to call her anything other than Tom Girl, and the nickname was catching on among the other kids.
It started out innocently enough. He was brown haired and freckled, taller than the other kids, and he liked following her around and trying to start a conversation. "Where ya from?" "How long you been out here?" "What's your name?"
The questions went on and on. She answered something with just a few words, never really giving out much information about herself. She avoided more personal questions about where she was currently staying and the like. Eventually ignoring him got more of a reaction than just persistence. He became more aggressive with what she perceived was an attempt at friendship and became more insistent in her rejection of it.
The next thing she knew she had a black mark through her name among the rest of the homeless community too. People started calling her a Scab. That she wasn't to be trusted... had no morals, and would rat on you if you gave her the chance. She pulled further away from people as the few she had worked with stopped assosiating with her.
She was truely, 100% on her own.
Word got around slowly and soon she was banned from whole areas of the city. Some territories would simply ignore her and if she lingered long enough someone would eventually chase her away. Some were dangerous and if she was caught she typically left with a shiner and any useful items stolen from her. She heard whispers here and there that Liam was still on the look for her, and he was quickly settling himself in with a pretty big money laundering racket in the city.
She got accustomed to trying to change her look often, to keep people from spotting her easily.
Eisley heard bits and pieces of what the girl was saying but ignored it. Nothing was more important than getting somewhere safe. When they were safely inside the building she turned her good ear to the girl and blinked at her from the corners of her eyes.
Did she have a house?
The teen glanced down at herself, old dirty jeans and a clean but torn in a few places t-shirt... Dirt stained backpack. She was pretty sure there were rats in her hair and dirt smudged on her face. Did she look like she had a house? Silently, Eisley shook her head and moved to plop down on the ground so she could insect a new hole in her pants and the freshly scraped knee under it.
"I, uh... They probably don't know where we are, right? Why don't I... We... Can go to my house. Get you cleaned up. I probably need to stop for medical stuff on the way, seeing as I don't really keep band-aids around."
The teen had her head angled in a funny way so that she could hear the blond aright. The moment she mentioned going to a house her face whipped around and she stared at the girl with eyes as wide as saucers. Has she just heard that right? No way... people didn't just invite people who looked like her into their houses. Not unless they wanted something.
The teen gave the girl a perfect cow eye for a moment, weight options in her head. She wasn't very strong if she couldn't get that door open before.... and Eisely didn't really have anything she figured the girl would find worthy of stealing.
"Hey, where did you put my knife, anyway?"
A sheepish look crawled onto her face and she ducked her head. Oops! Eisley climbed to her feet and reached back to retrieve the knife from her backpack. When had gotten put in there? She was really good at swiping things, that's when.
"Eheh... Sorry, habit." She held the knife out for the girl to take. Gulping, the teen turned her eyes away so that her rattled nerves wouldn't show as much. "You don't have to be nice. I'll survive. I've had worse done before and walked away fine."
She snuck a glance at the girls torn dress though. It was practically hanging on by a few threads. "Are you gonna be alright though? How are you gonna get home by yourself like that? People in this area are really mean to girls like you."
Then again, she had petty much fallen out of a moving van without a scratch. What was it she had said before?
"Do you get off on that too?" She blinked innocently up at the taller girl.
Sarcasm was not something she had ever learned in one of her shows.
The girl looked at her and her eyes conveyed all the proper things. Then her mouth started saying them, but Eisley didn't hear a word of it over the roar of the air rushing past and the men yelling behind. She had trouble picking apart normal sounds during the day... this was a bit much.
Still, she was able to gather a few words from staring at the girl's lips. Something would hurt and be fine. What on earth did that m-
She was enveloped in a big hug and managed a screech of surprise as she was dragged bodily out the door. They were going to die! She was going to die! The other girl had survived a hole in the stomach she would probably survive this too! But SHE was going to die!
Everything blurred together into a drop and then spinning. She didn't register the pain of scraping her skin on the ground so much as she registered how solid it was.
Ignoring the pain she was scrambling up into her feet shortly after the blond girl. The van had screeched to a stop moments after the fell out so there wasn't much time.
As they ran she twisted this way and that looking for street signs and familiar landmarks.
She knew where they were.
"Follow me!" She took the lead then, ignoring a protesting knee as she ran. They were close to one of her escape routes. She commonly used it when stealing from the discount shop down the street.
A back alley would lead behind a few apartments, past a laundromat, and eventually to a small shop that had closed down a few months ago. It was boarded up but squatters tended to use it for quick rests. A small, hidden entrance behind a loose piece of plywood let them in. She would close it behind her once they were both inside.
Eisley stared at the girl for a moment with her eyebrows up. What did she expect her to do, magic it open with her mind?
She glanced back at the men, then to the door, to the blond, and back to the door again. It was just a latch. Nothing special about it. She reached out and tugged on the latch and it swung open easily.
What wasn't easy was the road that greeted them. They were easily going about 40 on a highway. She wasn't sure exactly where without being able to spy a street name first. The door flung open and she spied the road whizzing past below them
"Woah!"
What was the next step of the plan?
The guys up front finally noticed and started turning in their seats to see. The van jerked a little to the left and right. "Ay! Close that damn door!!"
Eisely panicked. "Crap!" She didn't usually swear, but this was a drastic situation.
The blond was calm, and it helped to settle Eisley down. She wiped her nose and eyes on the back of one sleeve, keeping quiet as she responded. "Okay..."
The teen listened raptly, good ear tilted toward the girl as her eyes darted from the girl to the backs of the men and back nervously. She had a knife, they could cut the ropes and... escape or something. She wasn't exactly sure how to go about doing that yet.
The knife was in a pocket or something. She struggle with the meaning of what the blond had said. She didn't see any pockets. Maybe an inside pocket? She reached for the fabric of the dress with a guilty expression on her face. It was a nice dress too. Shame to ruin it.
You will see a hole... In me
The fabric split, tearing easily. All thoughts that there was a hidden inside pocket were dashed when her big ole doe eyes landed on...that.
Eisley paled considerable, jerking away without making much sound and slapping a hand over her face. She panic!gestured silently at the girl and toward her stomach as if she didn't know there was a huge gory hole in herself.
After having turned and had a little freak out silently to herself, she caught sight of one of the men starting to turn to check on them. She was back in her spot in flat second, hands tangled in the loose rope so it would seem she was still tied up. She didn't even have to sniffle because she was going through the various stages of disgust denial and finally acceptance of what she was going to have to do and it sounded the same.
The guy gave them a once over, before turning back and making himself comfortable again.
When Eisley thought it was safe, she turned back to the girl and that guilty, frightened expression was back. "... It.. doesn't hurt, does it?" Her voice was barely a whisper.
Whatever the case she was going to have to do it, wasn't she? She edged closer, her trembling hand reaching for the tear in the dress and what laid beyond it.
One awkward moment of reach and grab later and she had a knife in her palm, and was actively trying not to gag too loudly.
Trying to get past her own repulsion she flipped the little knife open and quickly set to sawing through the girls bindings.
She didn't hear the man behind her at all. It was a troublesome symptom of her ruined ear. The noise from everything else blended together to cover up the footsteps she should have been listening for.
The first loud shout grabbed her attention, but she struggled to figure out where it came from at first. Front? No. Side? No. Other side? No. She turned to check behind her, good ear angled that way, and froze like a deer in headlights. Big blue eyes focused on the point of a blade, a big one at that, before following it up to his face.
... he was fuzzy. Somehow the cute foxy face of his didn't help alleviate the sudden stress she was feeling at him pulling a knife on her.
Her hands went up halfway in immediate surrender, eyes focused on her assailant before something moved in the darkness behind him. Her eyes squinted shut and she curled in on herself protectively as someone else jumped in to attack. There was a muted thud a crash, a clang.. and then a voice. She wasn't quite sure what it said, but she had a suspicion. She peeked through her fingers to see who may have just saved her--
"AAAIIEEEEEE!"
Her shrill shriek bounced off the walls surrounding them, and she chucked the wallet at the figure with the long lolling tongue, sharp pointed teeth, and red demon eyes.
"Don't eat me I taste terrible!"
Her first instinct was to run, which she tried and failed. Tripping over her own feet she ended up on the ground, curled up in on herself like a backpack-wearing armadillo.
