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.
Eupaxia was surprised by the sudden shift of temperature in the room. Was ice forming? This girl’s mutation was unpredictable, but the slime girl held firm, not wanting to be like some demigod freaking out about a mutation just because it was unexpected.
Instead of continuing to speak, Praxi finally noticed how scared this girl looked. What she went through… it was still something she was going through. Something she had not stopped dealing with.
The words Celeste managed, when Praxi realized they were words, were tragic. Praxi had to do better; she could not divide herself from another gorgon. Who was she to act like she knew Celeste’s life? She wanted to comfort Celeste in some way, but with the words she used… Praxi worried touching the galaxy girl right now would make things worse. Or freeze Praxi.
”Hey, hey. Celeste, it’s okay; you don’t need to talk more,” Praxi cautioned softly. ”We’re not there anymore. The demigods aren’t here now. The X-Men here are good; they will keep bad people away, so we’re safe now.” Whether she had bought into that yet, Praxi still was not sure.
The slime girl looked back at the music device. Maybe they needed the subject change. ”So. Dancing. Your dancing was… unique. Good unique. I don’t know much about dancing, honestly.”
She would never say it, but Praxi felt envious of Amethyst's dress. It was frustratingly pretty with the way it flowed, because Praxi knew the fabric would either get stuck to her surface or sink into her if she got too unfocused. Either way, it would not flow on her the way it did when Amethyst stood in it. Little things like this made her easy to dislike.
True to form, the Princess also wore jewelry, but that made Eupraxia less jealous. Thanks to the royal's habit of dropping gems due to her mutation, the slime girl had a nice little collection floating inside her which she felt as an almost tingly sensation as they floated lazily in her form. Well, gems and a few other important small items. Sure, she might not have had nice clothes, but she did sparkle.
They set off on their little journey without a purpose, but Eupraxia had a place in mind. It had come up in her interaction with Celeste and remained on her mind. "Well, my worst means we're riding this bus until the Sugar Hill stop. At least that's what the computer said." A phone was not practical for Eupraxia, but a professor had set her up with a computer that responded to her voice and eye-tracking. That last one did require her to keep her eyes in the right place, which was a problem for a girl who let parts of herself drift casually when she felt like it.
Sitting on one of the chairs, a small portion of Eupraxia's attention went to retaining the right texture. She wanted her surface to be slick, not sticky; it might look bad for the school of she left trails of herself all over the bus. After a short bout of driving, they pulled to a stop. Eupraxia was nervously excited, but the digital sign did not say Sugar Hill. "Inwood/Sherman Ave." She sighed, assuming they had a ways to go. Next time, she would just take that cool jet Maya liked to fly around in.
Praxi's daydreaming was interrupted as the front doors of the bus opened up and two people stepped up to pay their fare. Instinctively, Euprxia pulled herself back until she was less of a girl and more of a dense puddle sitting on her seat so she could be blocked by the back of the chair in front of her. "Amethyst, they're humans. Real humans!" she whispered nervously.
Living in this new world where news and communication were everywhere, it was insane to reflect on how disconnected life was in Atlantis. Of course, this may have tied to her standing in society. For the demigods, maybe they had their own methods of passing news and gossip from person to person. She doubted they had telephones and internet, but their world was so foreign, she could not say for sure.
What she knew was how disconnected gorgons were. It must have made them easier to oppress. The street gorgons only knew vaguely of the lives of gorgons in the pit. They were far more ignorant about palace gorgons, but after knowing some of the horrors of the pit, stacked atop lives of misery and scavenging, imprisonment in the palace sounded like luxury. Well, the closest thing to luxury a slave class could enjoy.
Meeting one of her own deemed worthy to court with the mighty demigods, Praxi thought about the Princess. Was this girl just another product of privilege? Plenty of people assumed palace slaves were just the pampered pets of the nobles.
The look on Celeste’s face and the reactions of her… orbit things gave Praxi pause. Enough pause to stay shut up as the phone lady clarified the truth. She was a palace pet, but her time there was bad. Bad things were done by bad people.
Eupraxia shivered. She wanted to say Celeste’s life could not have been as bad as her own, but she stopped herself. She remembered the social studies professor explaining how victimhood was not a competition and did not help victims. Stopping herself, she eventually reformed her mouth to cautiously ask, ”But… people are supposed to take care of pets aren’t they? They fed you, right?” That was what Miss Grey said she would have to do if she really wanted a pet turtle. ”Did they… did they hurt you there, Celeste?”
How the hell did this escalate? How did a hallways squabble lead to Eupraxia on a New York bus sitting next to the cruel Princess, Amethyst?
Because she was too stubborn for her own good. That was absolutely it. She fired off a RHETORICAL challenge to Amethyst, expecting the sheltered royal to shy away from it. She underestimated how stubborn entitlement could make someone.
Because the Mansion was out of the way, a bus route passed close to the gates every hour to give the kids a chance to go out into the city. This was not Praxi’s first time leaving the Mansion walls, but it was the first time she’d go further than the nearby pizza shop, and they had no teacher to watch over them.
But Praxi was stubborn and proud, so she was swallowing any concern. They were the only two on the bus besides the driver who was clearly adjusted to mutant passengers. Still, the further they went, the more humans would come to the bus.
This was a dumb idea, but there was no turning back now. ”So where are we going, your majesty? The other students have told me about places, but I wouldn’t want to bring you somewhere you can’t handle.” Praxi, stop antagonizing. Except she did not have that toggle, or she wouldn’t be on a stupid bus.
Eupraxia needed to know how this girl avoided her radar for so long. For years, Praxi was constantly on the move patrolling the streets. There was no side-road or alley that did not have her slime coating it once upon a time. She kept tabs on the kids to know when someone went missing. It was an awful life filled with perils, and she always thought they needed to work together to survive it. If someone with these pretty patterns were on the streets with them, would she not have noticed?
Apparently, while she could not talk, Celeste could sigh. Eupraxia waited as she typed, curious what was flying out of her fingers.
A visible shudder ran through her when the device spoke. She was not a street gorgon. Eupraxia’s expression dripped (almost literally) of judgment. ”Oh, that’s why. You weren’t out on the streets with us. A palace pet. I guess fending for food and avoiding patrols isn’t as glam as parties and dances with our oppressors,” Eupraxia quipped.
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This new girl, whoever she was, was very timid around Eupraxia. That made sense, since the slime girl walked in with all the friendly disposition of vinegar. If she had looked at Praxi in disgust, she would have been treated to a face full of slime, but Praxi did not notice distaste through her emerald-tinted vision.
Maybe she was used to the American students or certain snarky royal gemstone-spitters, but Praxi expected retorts of some kind. She was waiting for this girl to take issue with how Eupraxia was treating her, but she just stood there demurely, taking it.
It was very gorgon, which was good and bad. It was easier to believe this girl might be one of her people with the way she seemed to hesitate when questioned or judged. On the other side of the coin, it was always disappointing to see how meek gorgons ended up after their experiences in Atlantis.
This girl tried to speak, but nothing came out. Eupraxia eyed her inquisitively as she fiddled with one of those phones. Overrated devices, certainly having nothing to do with Praxi’s struggle to handle one.
Much to her surprise, the phone spoke for the girl. She was from Atlantis and her name was Celeste. As frustrated as Eupraxia was with the world, she took that new and tried to soften. ”Oh. Okay, I guess it’s something you can have then. But… well, I knew a lot of the kids on the streets. I don’t remember you. Were you good at hiding, or did they have you working in the pits or something?” There was a nervousness to Praxi’s voice, because everyone knew the pits were a place you did not want to end up.
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Maybe Eupraxia had a chip on her shoulder. Who would even blame her? She spent most of her life fighting and hiding. She was also lucky; her mutation made her hard to pin down, letting her avoid capture by the guards longer than she should have. She shuddered to think of what would have happened if she was caught, so she just made it her priority to avoid it at all costs.
Now that Atlantean guards were not going to flank her from the nearby dorms, Eupraxia was feisty and beyond reproach. So maybe the dragon body was her attempt at a power move. She could not look like a “normal” person, but she could look like a dragon. Was that not better anyway?
The princess did flinch, but she did not flee or cower. Maybe that was a mark to her credit, but it annoyed Eupraxia. She was so used to a world where she had infinite privilege. Did she not get she had left that behind?
Instead of retreating, the princess had her own barbs, and the last one made Paxi visibly prickle. How dare she invoke humans. ”Like you’d do much better. They’d ignore you til they realize you’re a mutant. Some humans don’t care if you’re pretty-- they’ll call you disgusting anyway. But you don’t get we’re supposed to be on the same team.”
From Eupraxia’s dragon mouth, she spat out part of her body at Amethyst’s feet, hoping to stick her to the spot. Because she was petty. ”And a handful of dough can’t annoy you like I can.”
Eupraxia reformed to her normal shape, maybee two globs lighter for the gunk she tossed at the princess. ”Tell ya what. I’ll leave the Mansion when you do, because I’d love to see you knocked down a peg or two.”
When someone was royal somewhere but then they left that place, was their royalty supposed to carry over? That was stupid; if the people in charge in one place were terrible, and you left that place, you should not have to care about them anymore. If they showed up to your new home, they were just some intruder, and that put Eupraxia on edge.
Praxi was proud of her green card; it meant she belonged here. Well, at least until she could get citizenship. She talked to Ms. Grey about it, since the redheaded X-Man was also from another place originally, explaining why her English barely sounded like English.
When the Princess dared to roll her eyes at Praxi’s achievement, she took it personally. Did she not get that being accepted here was special?
> "Survive what? Poor hygiene? Bad living standards? Chaotic education? Just because they gave you a pretty card doesn't mean you are better suited for being here than I am. You don't scare me, gorgon."
Oh, this girl wanted to go. Diplomatic immunity was not going to save this princess from getting slimed if she kept up the attitude. ”Are you sure? I always assumed you ‘demigods,’” in air quotes of course, ”were so scared of everything that didn’t look like you and fit your tiny little bubble.”
Praxi reverted into a puddle, feeling it easier to work herself from a basic state. From the puddle, she became an approximation of a dragon. Not the biggest dragon, but she did have the head shape right and goopy wings to match. She wanted the Princess to fear her, because she had no power here. ”I don’t think you can survive in a place where you aren’t babied. I think if people don’t grovel at your feet, you’ll cry. You don’t make the sun shine and you don’t crap rainbows. I. Don’t. Think. You’re. Special!”
Dancing seemed like the kind of thing people did when they had bodies but did not want to be constrained by a body. Some people were very rigid and contained because they only knew how to have a body. Some people danced in a way where they were fluid and natural. They would never reach Eupraxia’s level of freedom, but it was still impressive.
To her credit, this girl knew what she was doing. The moves were smooth and unpredictable, which felt right. Dancing was the kind of thing a gorgon like her never got to think about with the life she led. Who had time to have fun and dance on the streets? Certainly not the kids fighting for scraps and avoiding the attention of the guards.
This girl seemed like she danced like it was all she cared about. What was her deal? ”Hey! I didn’t say turn it off. It was annoying, but like… catchy annoying.”
Eupraxia slid closer, inspecting the girl. Her skin was a beautiful color, and she even had little… things floating around her lazily. She seemed nervous, but Praxi ignored any queues, up to and including the color-changing orbs. She extended her body to check around the girl, analyzing her. ”You got a name? I was guessing you were Atlantean, but I’ve never seen you.”
A thought occurred and Praxi returned to her body and puffed up her shape. ”You better not have taken that chiffon from a gorgon kid. That’s cultural appropriation and I will kick your butt.”
Eupraxia was in a mood. A big mood, as one of the other students kept saying. Knowing a demigod was living at the Mansion made her exceptionally grumpy this week. A royal, no less! Who even authorized that? Was it Mr. Cervantes? It was Ms. Grey, wasn’t it? She was awfully chummy with the new queen.
Throwing slime at teachers would not end well, though, so everyone else would get to suffer her. She ate the last of the ice cream, and the rest of the kids be damned! Two kids were playing catch in the hall—which had to be against the rules—and the ball sank into Eupraxia’s body when passing by. They asked for the ball back but she turned her metaphorical nose in the air. Her ball now! Not that she was good at throwing…
Maybe she was not being fair. A lot of people at the Mansion were surprisingly nice to her. Eupraxia made some friends in her time in America, so she was not just a total jerk. Right now, people were going to get the wrong impression, because she clearly wanted to be frustrated, and friendly people were an obstacle to that.
Slithering through the hall, Eupraxia heard sound in the distance. Music! Music on the surface was so different, with augmented sounds and editing to create unnatural songs seemingly designed to evoke feelings. Whatever song this was, it was energetic and the beat of it had Eupraxia’s form swaying slightly to the percussions as they hit each beat.
Peeking in through the edge of the door, Eupraxia saw a dancer moving to the music with less inhibition. She was clearly enjoying herself, her chiffon swishing along. Atlantean? Did one move in without Eupraxia being informed? She knew most of the Gorgons who lived on the streets, at least in passing. That skin was definitely Gorgon skin.
”Oy!” She called out, annoyed that this chipper girl slipped into her home without checking in. ”You! What is that dance?”
When Eupraxia got to America, she asked Ms. Morris who the King was in this country. Maya scoffed and said they did not have a king and muttered several things Praxi did not pick up with her diminished hearing. So the “president” was not great, but he was not a king and apparently, they kicked them out every four or eight years. Honestly, while governing bodies seemed to be bad in general, Praxi did like the idea of ejecting people from their seat of power.
Excited to be done with monarchies, particularly the Atlantean royal family, finding Prissy Princess Amethyst here irked Eupraxia to no end.
But things were different now. If they met in Atlantis, Praxi could end up imprisoned or executed. Here? The princess was free game—well, as long as Praxi followed the American laws her teachers kept warning her about. ”No. Excuse me? You’re just a guest, but I’m going to be an American citizen and never go back to Atlantis.” The citizenship process had to wait until she was eighteen, but she was already taking steps. ”I even got a green card! It’s green like me, because I’m so American.”
Eupraxia put her hands on her hips and leaned forward. ”So you’re not the boss of me. You’re a guest, so you’re the one who can leave. Besides, I bet a spoiled princess couldn’t even survive here.” Praxi formed a tongue explicitly to stick it out at Amethyst.
Eupraxia was grumpy, because how dare a demigod come to New York? They were the reason kids like her flocked to the Mansion, starting a new life where they were not being oppressed. Well, not by their fellow mutants. Eupaxia could finally look at non-physical mutants like Mr. Cervantes or Mrs. Csendes and realize they weren’t that bad. Sure, they were in charge, which made them kind of lame, but they were following up King Atlan. A low bar was set.
This, however, was a mutant from Atlantis, meaning she lived a life of privilege, right? Why would she even leave? Maybe demigod culture had its own intricacies? Maybe her lack of first-hand experience with demigods led her to paint them all with the brush of nobility, and some had harder lives than she thought?
> "I am Princess Iris Beryl Amethyst. I am here representing the royal family of Atlantis."
Oh, hell no. Eupraxia was stunned. Her “jaw” dropped to an almost cartoonish degree before she shook herself out of it. ”No. No, no, no, go back. Go back right now.” Eupraxia’s arms folded under her chest, sinking slightly into her approximation of a waist. ”This place is actually okay, and now you’re just going to ruin it.”
Eupraxia tried to be careful, but it was difficult being careful when her sight and sense of touch were bad, especially as a puddle. Her eyes tried to get close to the edge of her, but the edge kept moving, so often her sight would get blurry.
And that’s how you accidentally touch someone’s ankle. The scream surprised Praxi, who leapt back, reforming into her preferred humanoid form, with her semi-transparent body containing her new gem horde, glittering amidst the green goop.
”Ah, hey! No need to scream, I’m just—wait.” The girl before her swore (which, you know, cool,) but it was not like the swears Eupraxia was learning in New York. It was a swear she remembered from Atlantis. ”Atlantean? But that doesn’t make sense. You’re not a—”
Then it clicked and Praxi retched. Well, she made a retching sound. She had no stomach or esophagus, so it was just for effect. ”I didn’t know ‘demigods’ were coming here now.” Praxi put some sarcasm on the title. Since being in New York, she was learning that the name was not accurate; it just made the non-physical mutants feel more important. ”Gross. I didn’t realize New York was going to be lame now.”
Eupraxia loved her new home. Atlantis could go kick rocks with how they treated her and the other gorgons. Eurpaxia loved New York!
Well, okay, she loved the Mansion. She was still warming up to visiting the outside world. She was not scared, but the Mansion was where her people were. The gorgons and the other mutant kids. Yes, it took her some time to warm up to the non-gorgons who looked like plain demigods. Some of them were jerks, but not all of them. Apparently, with humans around, mutants were generally better to each other.
And that was why Praxi did not stray too far: there were humans out there. She went with Miss Grey to the nearby pizzeria once to pick up the pizza night order, but the way people looked at her in the small shop made her feel uncomfortable. Definitely not self-conscious, because she was awesome, but she did not like when people judged her. Who were they? Lame, that’s what.
Classes had started again, but Praxi’s lessons were special because she basically missed most of a lifetime of schooling. She might have had a one-on-one lesson scheduled today, but it was supposed to snow today. How often did Atlantis get snow? Freaking. Never.
And so her teacher would understand why she skipped her lesson to sit on the Mansion walls and relax, looking up into the sky waiting for the first flakes to fall. It was chilly, which made her feel less… flowy. She was still getting used to her body feeling slow and consistent. She liked New York Summer and Fall more than Winter, but they did not have snow.
Praxi’s relaxation was broken up when she heard the thud of someone falling to the ground. She let an eye slide to the side of her head to check, but at this distance she could only see some vague figure getting up from the ground. People were clumsy sometimes. Feet were weird.
The wandering eye almost returned skyward before Praxi noticed a new thing from where the figure was leaving—something sparkly. She could not see well, but that was definitely worth checking out.
Climbing down the wall, the puddle crawled along the grass until she found what she was looking for: a gem! Did that person drop it? Well, what was the thing Chase said? Finders keep stuff. Eupraxia was a finder. In fact, looking around, she noticed more stones. Woah! This was clearly her lucky day; she would have plenty to add to the collection.
Sliding along, letting her eyes guide her, the slime puddle rolled over gems of different colors, incorporating them into herself. At some point, she might be full at this rate! Not that it would stop her.
Following the trail back inside, (snow could wait,) Praxi followed quickly through the living area and into the hall where she spotted one more gem falling to the ground just behind the figure of a girl. Surely if she was dropping gemstones, she wouldn’t mind if Praxi caaarefully inched toward the topaz near her feet…
