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.
"Oh, that's just what my family called ridiculously hot peppers," he explained with a shrug. "I have no idea what those gestures mean." He gave a small laugh, a lot more relaxed than he had been when she'd first met him. Now, he was comfortable, and showing his true self, the one he normally hid under a hoodie.
"Where I'm from, I'm convinced there is only spices," he joked with a laugh. "Figs are good, I think. I've had em in jam and these sandwich cookies by dad used to buy. I don't like olives though. They're nasty." He laughed again. "Okay, you got me there. Spicy is good, but....not that spicy. Kick with flavor is good, but I don't understand spicy fo' the sake of killing your tastebuds and making you cry. Maybe I can get ahold of some real cajun cooking one day and I'll let you try it," he said with a nod.
"Because you're confident. And nice. And your look is really cool. I'm not fighty...I'm just a weenie," he said, his voice starting off bright and getting sort of sheepish as he got to the part about himself. "I can't even control what I do, it just happens sometimes." He shrugged, opening a piece of his mint chocolate and popping the whole thing into his mouth.
"That's just what I was taught to do. I do what I'm told so I don't get in trouble, usually. I do what you told me because they seemed like good ideas," he admitted.
The girl didn't seem aware that his glowing was situational, but there was really no way of guessing that, or that he wasn't an Atlantean--people just seemed to assume that about him, and by now he was used to it.
"I mean...I don't normally drag people with me," he said, still not making eye contact. "I normally end up following others," Beau added quietly, then took a breath. She wasn't going to tell on him, so that made her okay in his book, even if it was technically a pretty short book.
"I...I'm Beau," he said after a moment. "As you can see I have fish-powers, like breathing underwater but my powers sometimes react to whatever's goin' on around me. Like if it's cold, I may not need the hoodie, or if it's dark...well I light up like a Christmas tree," he explained, trying to make nice with the older girl.
"It was good....but I don't think it was worth it. You can get similar taste from just cinnamon without the devil's fruit stuck in there. And where I'm from we love spicy," Beau said flatly. He blinked at the girl's logic. That don't make no sense...
But he wasn't going to disagree with her because he actually liked her and didn't want to ruin that. "I didn't want you to though. I mean I thought it was...unpleasant, and I'm used to heat. And I didn't want you to hurt," he countered with his own logic before listening further.
He smiled, shaking his head. "I think you were already cooler than me, but if you wanted bonus cool points then I can't say I can stop you. I mean, I couldn't out-cool you if I wanted to. All this was yo' idea. I'm just doing what I was told." He gave another nod at his own sad logic. He thought that thing with her fingers was really cool but he didn't know how to tell her that, or what to say about it without sounding weird or awkward, so instead he just stared.
Beau rubbed his eyes, blushing slightly as Zaid patted him on the head; he usually didn't cry in front of people but here....here he felt safe. Zaid was a safe person to be around, and Beau felt like he didn't have to try to hide or put up his guard when around him.
Oh right. They weren't the only ones here, just the only ones in the room at this moment. "Oh....yeah...right," the kid replied as he grabbed his food and took a bite, then another bite. And another.
After swallowing his food, he looked up at Zaid with a smile and gave a happy nod, not saying anything, just digging right back into the meal. He was apparently hungrier than he thought he was, but he still showed great table manners for his age, and in no time flat, his bowl was clean. "That was really good. Thanks. You know, for everything."
"I'm thirteen," he said proudly, attempting to puff out his chest and appear more imposing. Not that it was going to work for a four-foot-eleven blue kid. But he was going try.
"They didn't exactly let me. I just sort of climbed over the fence, lost track of time, and just came back in," he said, looking down and retreating back into his more submissive and timid persona; confidence wasn't really his strong point, especially not now. He sighed deeply.
"I...I haven't been here long and I really don't wanna get in trouble already," he said, finally looking up at her with pleading eyes as he pulled the hood of his hoodie down to show his face and his cute, practically begging face.
"Yeah...apparently," he coughed, "fish don't have anything to protect against spicy." Beau did in fact grab frantically at his pile of chocolate, ripping open a green wrapped one and shoving the whole thing in his mouth, opting just to suck on it awhile, letting it dissolve and fight off the spicy. It worked, a little.
"I know I didn't. I don't want you to--No, wait don't--" But it was too late; she'd already popped a piece into her mouth. And then he basically watched her go through the exact same thing that she had. Except...her fingertip came off. That was...interesting. She was scrambling to open the chocolate much like he had, so the teen looked around the room, looking for her lost...fingertip. Some would have found that weird, but Beau understood. They were similar in that sense. He'd never lost a fingertip, but he gained weird attributes sometimes, and that was relatable.
It'd landed under his bed, so he crawled under there to fetch it, and when he was mostly under the bed, the area emitted a faint blue glow, which faded as he re-emerged and produced the lost fingertip.
"You uh...you lost this," he said meekly.
"I told you not to do it," he said quietly yet matter-of-factly.
"Well, you heard more advice than me, I think. And it doesn't really matter where it came from if it's good. Long as ya pass it on and help someone else, that's what counts. I think, anyway," he said with a small shrug.
His yellow eyes focused on Zaid's as the other mutant spoke, giving more of his story. "I think I understand. Like, sometimes...darkness shows you the light in the world," he mused with a nod. "Though...I can say, I've seen a lot of stars since I've gotten here, in a sense. Other kids that have gone through similar if not worse things than I have. And we all seem to manage okay."
He waited for Zaid to finish buttering the toast, and fix the plates as the older mutants final words really sunk in and Beau felt tears welling up in his eyes. Once finished, Beau would climb down from his chair and give Zaid a brief, yet meaningful hug. "Thanks...that...that means a lot..." he said with a sniffle as he pulled away, then turned his attention to the food, a purple blush tinting his cheeks. He'd been taught not to cry in public but that went out the window all of a sudden.
"So we're basically here for the same reason," Beau murmured with a slight nod. Zaid wasn't the only one who was starting to get warm in his hoodie, but Beau tried to hold out a little longer. Though, if bunnyman could do it, then...maybe Beau wouldn't have much of a problem either. Right? Besides, Beau really found himself looking up to the older mutant. They seemed to have had similar journeys, Zaid had just been walking his road a little longer than the young teenager.
Beau shed his hoodie, revealing a light blue tee shirt and a pair of blue-jeans, topped off with a pair of white sneakers. The shirt, he realized was probably a bad choice because it came very close to his skin color, but he liked it anyway. As if people needed another reason to stare. Oh well.
"I understand. I wish we didn't have to be tough, but I guess that's the world we live in..."
Zaid really made a lot of sense, and Beau really liked being around him; it was a shame he wasn't staying. He'd just have to hang out as much as Zaid would let him. "Yeah...a lot of people look at me and just see a fish-kid. But I'm more than that. I like to read, and I like to learn things," he said with a nod, watching Zaid intently as he took in everything the other mutant was doing.
"I'll let you decide," he said, noticing how she scooted it away and then his eyes dropped a little. "I'm not gonna take it; it's yours. I'll only take it if you give it to me, promise. Besides, I already have a lot," he flashed her another smile.
He nodded. "Yeah. Spicy. Though where I'm from, we like spicy," he said, and then he regretted those words coming out of his mouth when she triple dog dared him. "Yeah, I've heard of it." The blue mutant exhaled as she laid out the terms of the dare, and he gave a nod. He may have liked Kalos, but the idea of being her footstool was not something that appealed to the kid. He looked down at the chocolate. So enticing, yet so intimidating. Blue webbed fingers reached out for the devil-candy and broke off a perfect square, and then popped it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. Hey. It really wasn't so bad! A little zing from the cinnamon, but overall--Theeere was the pepper.
His face flushed purple as he winced visibly, the capsaicin from the pepper gripping the back of his throat and setting his entire mouth on fire. Closing his eyes, he swallowed, and then coughed. "Oh man...That...was good at first. But then it's not good. And now...slightly better but not good," he said, panting as sweat beaded on his forehead and a tear or two ran down his cheeks.
"But I did it." Part of him wanted to dare her but he didn't want to do that to his new friend. Even if she'd literally started it by doing that to him.
Beau shied away at the smirk; that usually meant something bad for him.
"Well, I'll consider it. But you're going to tell me how you did it."
He blinked. "Did what? Glow? That's just something I do. My mutation is...what did they call it...reactive. I'm always blue and can breathe underwater, but my body sometimes does things depending on the situation I'm in, like glowing."
Unless she meant how he snuck out and back in again. He bit his lip at that part; he was not going to sell his friend out. He promised. "I was just h-hanging out. L-l-lost track of time and just sorta....walked b-b-back in?" He shrugged, still looking like a fish caught in the headlights as his yellow eyes stayed focused on the older girl.
"I know," he said sadly. "I just...I don't understand why people have to be mean. Life is hard enough as it is without people being assholes[/color]" he said, one of the words that Elke taught him instinctively flying out of his mouth, which he then clapped a webbed hand over as he blushed a light purple. "Sorry," he murmured.
"A balance? That sounds like an idea, but...right now I'm just some scaredy little kid who doesn't even act his age," he said as he looked down sadly.
Luckily Zaid was cooking, so he had something to distract him with from all these feelings. He was glad to have someone to talk to, but...Beau hated that he was so soft sometimes because he knew that if anyone ever needed him to protect them, they were probably screwed.
But the conversation turned back around and Beau found himself smiling again. "I think you are. You're really nice and you don't treat me like I'm weird or just some kid. I get that a lot...even here."
He nodded, giving her a small smile as he found himself relaxing even more, letting that last bit of wall down.
"I don't think it tastes like toothpaste...Mint chocolate is my favorite. But if you don't want those anymore..." He flashed her a goofy grin, his yellow eyes glinting with a hint of mischief as he spoke. She was seeing the real Beau now. Beyond the fear of everyone, the shyness, and the low-self esteem that he'd always felt about his powers. Under all that was a sweet, kind hearted, somewhat mischievous and fun-loving thirteen year old boy.
"Yeah, it's good. But puts a workout on your teeth," he said with a light giggle, taking the bit of chocolate she'd offered him and breaking off a small piece. He scooted a wee bit closer as she picked up another bar. He read the words, and cocked his head to the side. That was....odd.
"Cinnamon," he corrected gently, his tone not condescending or angry; he was just...Beau. "English is weird," he explained. "There are all these rules, and then there are dozens of exceptions to every rule...you're doing great. Really," he smiled over at her, but then it faded as he looked down at the red and yellow chocolate bar.
"Uhm...I don't know about this one...Cinnamon is a little spicy but not bad. I've never had a Scorpion pepper, but...it doesn't sound like it'd be sugar and marshmallows. And...see right here?" He pointed to the tagline. "It only hurts for a second? Why...why would chocolate hurt?" He looked over at her, if she decided to go for it, he'd be right there with her, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try to talk her out of it first.
He blushed, backing up against the wall a little, refusing to make eye contact. This person was scary; sure he'd thought that about all people at first but that wasn't the point.
"Oh...the glowing...yeah. That," he stammered. Beau was a terrible liar.
He sighed. "I...I uhm...I kinda...just got in," he admitted, still not making any sort of eye contact with her. "That's why I don't want you to tell on me," he added, his voice low and quieter than it normally was. Part of him was kicking himself for opening up. He shouldn't have said anything, but he couldn't stop himself from running his mouth from some reason. Maybe it was just his genetics biting him in the tailfin.
What he should have done, was stuck with the glowing bit and taken off down the hall to his room. But no. He just stood there like a deer in headlights, looking at his feet as his body lit up their section of the hallway.
He nodded. "That's why I came here. Because nobody in Louisiana really understands these things," he said with a nod. "Well, this was back home so he spent some time in the hospital. Last I heard he was doing okay though. Even stopped bullying people so that's always good, right? Still hate that it happened..."
Talking to the rabbit-man was really helping Beau in a way. It was nice having someone older actually relate to you. "Right now, I can't really avoid it. Just hope everything works out okay. I mean I'm learning that it depends on the situation; adept? No, uh...inept? Adaptive. That," he said with a nod, slightly embarrassed at getting his words mixed up, but that happened sometimes.
When they got to the kitchen, Beau watched as Zaid got everything together, and then set him a chair where he could watch. Eagerly, he climbed up, sitting on his knees as he watched his new friend get to work cooking.
"I'm not a fighter either. I've never been in a fight..I tend to just hide, or sometimes my power helps out, but I'd rather hide," he said sheepishly. "I'm glad I ran into you too. You're really cool." he nodded.
"True, but at least you know what you're gonna do. I could grow spines, or puff up, or ooze slime...I once zapped someone who sat on me," he said with a small blush, his Cajun accent bleeding through considerably. "Yeah, I think it really does just wanna keep me safe, it just makes things confusing sometimes, and...sometimes I hurt people, and...I don't like that," he mused with a weak smile. He really didn't like hurting people. But his mood soon shifted and he laughed quite heartily. "I understand that. I spend so much time in my hoodie, people don't know what's under there. And sometimes they don't really see me at all."
They made their way down to the kitchen, and Beau found himself getting ahead of his new acquaintance. He tried to slow down, but he'd just end up speeding up again. For some reason he was kind of excited. Or just ready to get this done and get back to his room. It was probably that one. "Uhm...I can't cook anything. I can barely reach the stove," he said sheepishly. "I eat meat sometimes, but I don't need to. And...Eggs are fine, but I could also live with rice and cookies." He gave an affirmative nod. Yeah, he was definitely starting to like this place.
