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 carrying capacity of a 12 year old was... sadly lacking. Still, there she was, slowly, steadily dragging a full grown man by the foot. Inch by inch she made progress, grunting as she tugged, and nearly got him around the corner into the alley way she'd been heading toward. It was late; she wouldn't have gotten away with this if it weren't. All of this dragging was threatening to rough up her frilly pink lolita dress, so the situation wasn't ideal... Truth be told, things weren't going as planned in the least. She'd been trying to glean information about a local strip shop operation run by the Russian mob when this man had spotted her.
Questioning why a 12 year old was out here alone, he'd opted to try and bring her to his garage to get his friends involved. He'd said something about a pretty little girl like her might fetch a good price. She'd simply been forced to stun gun him several times between the legs. Did she have to continue after he'd passed out? Technically, no, but it was so hard to stop once you started! The little 12 year old pulled a few more times, and then looked up... he was... sort of hidden, right? Like... Hidden enough. What now, though? He'd seen her face.
"Awwww, @#$% nuggets, you're really in a pickle now, EllaLouise... Maybe I should... I dunno... Chop him up or something?"
She rubbed her chin, looking down at the man, and opting to prop him up against a wall next to a dumpster. He started to stir. She zapped him again. "Oh no, none of that. Maybe I can sell him! That'd show him... Do I know anyone who buys people?" I mean, Haven did have a lot of contacts...
"Aleksii! Aleksii! Where have you gone? We need you to scratch out the vin numbers!" Aw crap. Someone was already looking for him... What do, what do?
"Oh, hey!" She hopped out of the alley, and walked toward the man. "Your friend! I think he's over here! Looks like he fell!" The man, a 6'3 giant stacked with muscle looked at her suspiciously, and walked over to her, reaching down to grab her hand. Crap... There went the whole strategy of tazing him in the butt when he turned his back on her to check on his friend. "Um, let me go, please. Your friend needs help!" She looked about to try and find a way out of this mess.
Gasp! She hadn't lost! Her face took on a victorious smirk coupled with a head leaned back so that she could look down at the man she'd beat, even though he was taller than her. The tiny smile was wiped from her face when she had to climb over a chair to get a good look at the Island they were approaching.
She'd never left CONUS before, so it was sort of magical in a way. She gave a grumpy look back at Sam as he made the wizard remark. "Please. Ain't a wizard around that can give me anything I can't get with tenacity and BDE and I've got plenty of both." I mean... anything other than ever having a chance at a love life.
L raised an eyebrow at the princesses wizard comment. Jesus. "Oh, sweety, trust me, you don't want to know the kinds of wizards America has." She had a lot to learn, but bless her, she seemed sweet enough.
A snort came out of L's nose at Juniper's protest at the idea of dancing. She even rolled her eyes when she mentioned buying a Ukulele. "#@$^, you're right, we should also stop for a Pumpkin spice late while we are down there! Or... OR... We could do something neat. Chipn'dale! What's on the menu for funsies? Also, if I got you cuffs and a banana hammock would you wear them, and only them?" And the oil. They would need oil.
L was indeed pleased with herself. Tickled pink, actually. She kicked her feet up onto the desk and started picking at her finger nails as Sveta chimed in about the russians.
"Yeaaaah, working on that one. They are a little tougher to crack. Sooooo, gonna need more time. And money. More money." Did she really need more money? Nope. Did she WANT more money? Yep. There was a gold laced kitty cat hand bag releasing next week that she needed to live.
"Expensive, espionage."
She asked about her friend. Why did she care about that? L raised an eyebrow. "Oh, we took care of it. They sent a hitman after her and I tazed him in the gouch, like... ten times. It was hilarious." Yes. This all really happened in a thread.
The little girl stared up at him as he reached down to grab the edge of the dumpster. Surely he wasn't serious. There was no way in sam hell this boy was gonna- he stood again. Right! Damn right, he was just talking machismo when he said he would lift it off alone.
What was he doing, now? Calling the cops?! Aww, sh- "Nope, no cops... None of that. Just the strippers, please. Look, I'm fine, kay? I'm not even hurt, just stuck. Get the darn thing offa me, and no fuzz, okay?" She shifted about a little bit, and started reaching for something with her little hand. Dangit, it was hard to move.
"Hurry, if you could. Been stuck for, like, a billion hours, now. Starting to get a little antsy." Jees, did she have to get stuck with someone who thought things over? Where were all the stupid people this early in the morning? Oh right, sleeping in. Great.
There it was. The look that said she'd hit paydirt. A wry smile came to her face as Sveta looked up and down at the photos, and then spoke. The eternal 12 year old gave a proud bow as she was praised, and tilted her head a bit at the questioning of the woman's identity.
"TaterThot? Nah, She's a local mutant that can walk through walls and stick people in things. Sorta neat, actually. I coaxed her into working with me on this." She sat up straight as she accentuated that it was all her plan. After all, couldn't let the Juniper get the credit for this! She'd worked hard on it, dangit!
All those google searches, and then stumbling upon the perfect person at the perfect place to make her look like a genius investigator? Hard work! All Tater had to do was french a fat man in a wife beater.
So... This wasn't going well for L. For someone who had done so few things in her relatively long life in comparison to all these other hos, she sure was putting down a lot of fingers. It was sorta like these bushmen were headhunting her. Her adorable little eyes squinted into a glare as she was hit with eating a hamburger, wearing a dress, and going to a dance in rapid succession. These sons of-
Suddenly she was targeted by the copilot, who somehow made... a bunch of strings appear on her? Crushes. Crushes everywhere. Strings for crushes leading off into the distance; from a crush on the pool boy of a family friend when she was little, to a little crush on Juniper, to a GIANT crush on Devon Hadden. She was like a string porcupine. It didn't take much to give a 12 year old complicated feelings that they didn't know what to do with.
She looked around at this, and her eyes widened a bit, and she turned a bright pink, sniffling a little bit, a product of her cold that reared its ugly head when she was stressed.
"... You know, if this plane crashed I'd be the only one who lived." She uttered under her breath before taking a breath to recompose herself.
"... I mean had romantic feelings for someone that they returned." Never. Not once. She looked like she was 12. She would be disgusted by anyone who wanted to be with her.
"Never have I ever been drunk." She stated calmly before taking a sip of her drink. It was true. She had a sense of taste, sure, but she didn't actually need to breathe, eat or drink to live. She just sort of... was. Everything just passed through her.
L's eyes lit up at the revelation that one of the ladies had, in fact, not slept with the piece of man meat that was Co-piloting their private jet to Hawaii... Wow, what a time to live in. It was clearly 2020.
And, it was his fellow pilot. You know, the one you could almost sense a quiet tension in? That one. This was perfect. Somehow, there was going to be a way to capitalize on this to wonderful effect. Maybe she could even start a cat fight at some point! Or, better yet, get all of the girls to tar and feather Mr Musical chair(they had all gone for a spin, but only one hadn't sit). She looked over to Juni in a silent moment of appreciation. Knowing or not, she'd let the eiress in on a drama gold mine!
Her eyelids narrowed when Sam threw out a double negative as his never have I ever. This game wasn't called 'I have done this thing that you haven't' In fact, it was quite the opposite. "Nice try, SubZerHo, but I refuse to acknowledge your sh%# attempt at workin around the rules." She winked, keeping all of her fingers up.
She gave a mischeivious look at the princess, winking. The look soured when she was immediately targeted by the only person she knew here. "Oh, you traitorous-" She took a drink before finishing the statement. "-Yeti of a woman."
That was one finger down, but she was still in the game, yes? Cora went. Never had she ever... Worn... a... "Agh! Uncultured swine!" She drank again, and then smoosh faced as she thought of a way to destroy all of these fools. Except maybe the princess. She seemed fine. "Never have I ever been in a relationship." Hah! Terribly depressing ammunition FTW!
Think about it. Honestly. Clearly. In a room full of adults who had been rewound like a blockbuster VHS to their younger days, a 32 year old girl who had never been an adult had the first opportunity in a long time to BLEND THE @#$% in! Oh, Me? I'm normally an investment banker, super mature with a hot bod, just 12 right now, lol. Sure as @#$% he was hamming it up in a hot tub with a martini, wearing a Pink Bunny Swimsuit and openly seeking people to flirt with.
Unfortunately, she had no game, as she'd never matured past the preteen stage of development! That meant she had to flaunt her money instead! As she fetched her rubber ducky purse and started waving about cash, she soon secured herself two suddenly very interested men to hang on! Nothing too risque, of course, just shoulder candy as she waved about fat stacks and called for more drinks!
"Waiter! bring on the bubly! I want to wade in a pool of champagne!" She leaned back and drained her martini, adjusting her floaties, fetching her super star sunglasses, and popping them on as she waited for the wait staff to bring on the comically large bottle she'd ordered.
The hieress rolled her eyes when Sam turned down the request to strip. Aww, it was like he had to fly a plane or something. Was it okay to fly drunk? I mean, it wasn't like it mattered for her, if this thing crashed she would just have a very long swim ahead of her. But she liked some of the people on this plane, so it would really be a shame.
L was pleasantly surprised that princess wasn't shy. She took her tooth opened beverage, and drank from it without a second thought.
She openly laughed when a drinking age was mentioned. "That is true. It would be a problem, if I wasn't the oldest person here." She waggled her eyebrows and took another gulp of her sweet beverage before turning with a wide grin at the mention of Never Have I Ever.
"Hell yes, queen! I'll go first!" She held up five fingers into the air, and stated with a smug grin. "Never have I ever bumped uglies with Frosty the Ho Man." That was an easy life lost for everyone but her, right? She was definitely going to win this one if she stuck to kink. No one would touch her with a ten foot pole, and as terrible was that was for her, it gave her a distinct advantage at this game.
Ten hours. Yup. It had been ten hours. In that time L had managed to memorise a five minute loop of words describing the situation she was in and asking for help. By the time She heard a voice her own words sounded like a string of meaningless sylables to her, having repeated them hundreds of times.
It took her a whole few seconds to realize someone was talking to her. Her soft blue eyes looked up blankly to the man who was freaking out. "Woah there cowboy. Y'think it was an emergency." She blinked a few times, and then looked down at the dumpster on her. "Oh right."
He promised to get her out of there, and she stared at him. "Yeah... You got five or so muscle men in there to help lift, cause if not you need to get on the phone." She paused for a second. "Y'know beggars can't be choosers, but if they could be scantly clad muscle men I wouldn't complain." This thing was heavy. One person couldn't lift it, right?
For now, she just stared at the rather normal looking man with that same bored look. No biggie, just covered in a half ton of metal.
What a bunch of @#$holes. They put a dumpster on her.
I mean, she'd shown to be pretty much invulnerable after all of their efforts, so it was a sensible thing to do, but how shitty! She'd been poking around for Haven at one of the more petty crime related gangs, aiming to use her small stature to get herself into a mule sort of position with them in order to learn enough about their operation to blackmail them into moving off of Haven's turf. Unfortunately, they weren't interested, so instead they decided to made fun of her.
So she tazed one in the hoohaw, and they'd responded by throwing her to the ground and kicking her from all angles. After they were tired and their feet hurt, and they noticed she was fine about it all, they'd decided to use baseball bats and crowbars. Two broken bats and a bent prybar later, they'd just decided to top a dumpster over on her and leave.
So there she was, sitting there. A whole ass dumpster laying sideways on her. She was pretty sure a grown man couldn't lift this thing, so what was she gonna do? Lay there until someone found her, was what. It wasn't like that would be any time soon. She was in an alley outside of some sort of dry cleaner or no, a tailor. Who even went to tailors these days? Yup, she was gonna be here a while.
Boredly, she started speaking in a slightly elevated voice. "Help. Stuck here. Dumpster on me. Help a sister out. Super heavy dumpster. I'm twelve. Really could use a hand here, not gonna die but super bored. Stinky dumpster on a rich child. Not a good look. Assistance required. Help please. Please help. Yup. Still here. Still twelve. Big old trash can..." She went on for hours until someone finally wandered by...
L hadn't noticed there was alcohol until after she'd tried to cause drama to no effect. It looked like the princess' cultural missteps threw dope cuts off plenty
"Yup, Dirty man hoes are a staple in our society. How else would we populate bars and clubs with people to annoy women trying to have a good time?"
The rich girl shrugged, and allowed herself to be distracted by the presence of booze. The little girl hopped past the princess and the Man Hocone and reached into the fridge, pulling out a little spritzer bottle. "Nice! Tater, why didn't you tell me our limo had drink service!"
She popped the top with her invincible little teeth, and took a big gulp. "Ahhhh, hits the spot!" She dug into the cooler once more, pulling out another one... strawberry? Nice! She held it out to the princess. "I can open it for you if you want!" If the answer was yes, she would open it with her teeth as well.
What? She did it all the time. Her teeth would be fine, and what was a little spit between aquantances?
"Yes... I can feel it. This is where the party starts. Ho Cone! Strip for us!"
L was somewhat of an opportunist at heart. She always had been. She picked up on the princess not dismissing her outright. Had the title actually done something for her? "Oh, but the villain in Lelo and Stitch isn't nearly as evil." She smiled a bit and leaned back in her chair, tilting a head toward Juniper as Sam called her to the back.
"Mile high club?" She grinned and looked over to the princess as she was asked about the people there. Her grin widened, and he crossed her legs. "I don't really know Mr. SnowCone, Reading some of the context in this lovely floating box, I'ma guess that he's just a dirty dirty man ho. So yes, something like that."
The tension up front was dummy thicc; the internet could name it, personify it and make it into a large chested anime waifu it was so pronounced. L, being the aforementioned opportunist, decided it was time to learn more. She looked to the princess, and motioned toward the cockpit, climbing from her seat and heading toward the front.
"Soooo, Dope cut... Seems like Snow Cone's busy in the back with taterthot. Mile high club won't join itself. Wachu doin up here?"
The woman didn't know what a disney villain was, did she? "Oh, man... Can we make Hunchback our in flight movie, Tater? We gotta learn this chick some culture."
L did notice the chill in the air, though those things didn't bother her as much as they might others; once your body got used to the fact that it couldn't freeze to death, a chill in the air wasn't as important. A hand was offered to her, and she looked up at it for a second before reaching over and shaking it.
"EllaLouise Gartner, heiress of the Gartner fortune. Bad Bi$#h extraordinaire." Since they were throwing out titles, she would simply have to get in on it.
L's eyes went flat as she looked to Juniper after her random encounters with hotties statement. "Jelly. Hi Sam, I'm gonna call you Snowcone." What? He was all icy.
So, there they were. Taterthot, Dope Cut, Snow Cone, PrincessAmethystofAtlantis, and God Empress Ellalouise Gartner, all on a plane to Hawaii.
This was gonna be epic. "If he wrestles a shark, I demand he does it in a speedo."
No reaction from Dope Cuts on the nickname. It was sticking. Before she knew it, L was being dragged through walls at light speed. Her little heart went pitter patter real fast at that. She almost lost her alligator blow up as they rushed through walls.
Before she knew it, they were in a sub basement... And then a hangar. An actual jet hanger. What the @#$%. "Really?" She lowered her glasses and whistles at their ride as they made their way up to it.
"Gotta give it to you, tater, you've got mox."
The 12 year old deposited her stuff in the safest looking nook, and then walked up toward the cockpit, pausing to stare at an actual princess in the whirley seat. "Oh, #@$%, we gonna hafta fight a disney villain, now?"
She took a seat nearby, not bothering to strap in. "Who the @#$% are all of these people, Tate? They're all hot. It's depressing." The little girl paused as Hawaii was mentioned.
Holy @#$%, HAWAII! Yes please!
"I may owe you for this one." She mentioned, looking to Juni with a pleased smirk.
