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.
"At least those you could get a grip on. Currently mine just...does things," he admitted sheepishly. "I'm learning that I can do things fish can do, but not all the time. Like sometimes when it gets really dark, I uhm...I glow, for example," he said, blushing a little under the hood.
"I do too, but...I always feel better after I eat. I used to always get in trouble for being late for supper because I was reading or somethin'," Beau said with a shy giggle. That had actually happened more times than he cared to admit, if he was being honest.
"Yeah...I don't like crowds and being around a lot of people...I've met a few fun people, but I've also gotten in a little bit of trouble because of it. " Or more than a little bit, depending on how you look at it. "Okay! We'll go together. I can't really help unless I just happen to do something useful, but I wouldn't count on that." He gave a shrug, taking a breath and pulling the hood down to show his face--his blue skinned, yellow-eyed, brown headed face.
"Oooh....noodles or rice sounds good. Honestly, uhm....I just planned on sneaking a box of cookies back to my room...so maybe...maybe some real food is a better idea?" He asked, looking up at the older mutant with big yellow eyes before starting to turn and walk his way down the hallway. For some reason, having him around made him feel better about having to tackle this.
"Exactly. Some of them weren't bad movies, but only if you didn't read the book first. Or so I've heard. I always read the books first..." he admitted.
"Yeah, meeting people can be fun. Sometimes." Not always, but he liked to think he'd made a few friends since he'd moved here. "Oh, that's neat! We always cheated and used the box stuff, but I can help," he said with a nod. The word 'taste test' made him beam, grinning from ear to ear. That...sounded really fun. And she was nice. That always helped.
He was a good helper, going and getting everything she asked for; he knew his way around, not perfectly but enough to not fumble around forever. It usually only took him one or two tries to get what he needed.
Once he'd gotten everything, she asked him a question that made a lump form in his throat, and he nodded. "Yeah...I haven't been here long. My parents thought it was a good idea to send me here because....I mean...they still love me, as do my siblings, but they said I needed to learn about my power, and they couldn't help me. It was fine, but I accidentally hurt a bully...put him in the hospital. I mean...I like it here, but....it ain't back home..." His eyes lowered as he idly organized the materials he'd gathered.
"Y-yeah...the halls are really d-d-dirty..." he mumbled. "Though with so many powers, I wonder if eating one of those carrots now would give you more powers!" No. Probably not. That sounded a lot cooler in his head. He just shut up and pulled his hoodie back over his head for the time being.
"Oh...w-w-well...same here. I w-w-was just g-g-gonna spend all day in my room reading..." As if on cue, his stomach growled. "And then that h-happened."
He nodded at the older mutant when he introduced himself. Handshakes were weird. "I'm B-beau. I've been here a little while, b-but I'm still getting used to it. This is nothing like Louisiana..." he said, his eyes shifting to the floor.
Then, Beau got an idea. "If you want, when I go down to the kitchen, I can bring you come c-c-carrots back. I'm sorry you lost them, though..."
Ung!" He bumped into someone, and his small frame fell backwards onto his rear, hitting the floor with a soft thud. He looked up to see...someone else in a hoodie? And there were carrots rolling around. And were those...bunny ears? He stood up, the fall having pushed his own hood back enough to reveal his blue face and piercing yellow eyes.
"S-s-sorry...I wasn't p-p-paying attention ee-ee-ee-either," he stammered nervously as he stood to his feet and knelt down, also picking up some of the carrot sticks that he could get a a hold of. Still blushing a bright purple, he held out the handful of carrot sticks he'd managed to pick up as he looked at the other mutant.
"I haven't seen you around b-b-before, b-b-but I've only been here a few weeks m-m-myself...I'm B-b-Beau," he said, not offering his hand. The one that wasn't holding carrots was stuffed into his hoodie pocket, clinging to his book for some reason. He was growing more comfortable a little bit at a time, but the other guy's taste in clothes was actually helping.
"That's a good one, too!" he exclaimed. "I wish they'd make a movie of this one," he said, forgetting to be nervous in his excitement, "but...maybe I don't. The movies are never really as good...They always change everything."
Beau shook his head. "No. I get that a lot, but I'm just a fish-kid from Louisiana," he replied with a sheepish smile that was barely visible behind the hoodie as he peered at her with yellow eyes. "It is cool, though. I met someone from Atlantis; she's pink and she's really cool," he said with a nod.
After a few moments, he pulled the hood down and looked around the kitchen to see what she had going on. "You have a recipe or are you just doing this from scratch? Or do are you using a box of mix? The mix actually sometimes doesn't taste like it came from a box." He flashed her a grin. Brownies made everything better.
Beau was getting used to living in the mansion. He still didn't like crowds, or most of the people there, but he was learning to make friends. Sort of. He still wanted to be left alone sometimes, even though that didn't usually work out. Common sense would say to just stay in his room, and today, that was what he did for the most part. He spent most of the day curled up on his bed, reading another book: 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, to be exact. But one couldn't stay in his room forever, Beau soon learned the hard way.
His stomach started rumbling, and he ignored it for as long as he could. So, he crawled out of bed, changed out of his pajamas--what of course he hadn't been wearing those all day--and pulled on a tee shirt and a pair of jeans before throwing on his 2XL black hoodie over that, and putting on his slippers. He stuffed the book into his hoodie pocket, pulled the hood up over his head, practically disappearing into the hoodie and then he made his way out of his room. He hurriedly made his way down the hall, heading for the kitchen. But he was in so much of a hurry, he wasn't exactly paying attention, and with the hood of his hoodie up the way it was, he didn't exactly have use of his peripheral vision, either.
He smiled sheepishly, looking at her as she complimented him. She was really nice. "I...I've never been in a fight..." he said, looking down at his feet. "Though...when I was still in Louisiana, I was at school, and the school bully picked me up and put me in a bear-hug...I don't know what happened but I sorta blew up like a spiky balloon....and that's why I'm here. But...I wouldn't call than an actual fight.
"See? You can do this," he said excitedly. "Mint is my favorite, but my older brother and sister say it tastes like chocolate toothpaste..." he giggled, scrunching his nose a bit.
"I'm not sure what toffee is, but it's not bad. It's just very--" It was at that moment she decided to snap it open, and yelped in surprise. "--crunchy..." He gave her a soft smile, scooting so he was sitting next to her instead of across from her. "I can help you read more if you want. Maybe not now, but if we see each other around. I...I don't mind helping," he offered, blushing a little.
Then, he started going through the pile of odd candies, looking at what was left.
He stood to his feet, rolling up the sleeves of the hoodie, revealing that he was definitely blue, and his fingers had little webbing between them. "I...I like b-brownies..." he said with a nod, yellow eyes peering at her from under the hood of the big grey sweatshirt.
"I was, yeah. But I'm usually reading, honestly,' he admitted. "This one was a fantasy. Normally don't read those but it has elves, dwarves, dragons...and one of the main characters is some sort of merfolk, and...that really makes me happy," he added, his voice growing more sheepish as he looked down at his feet for a moment.
"I...i-I'm Beau," he said after a moment, still leaving the hood covering his head. Maybe he'd let it down, but right now, he still felt safe.
The kitchen was a nice place to be alone. Sure, it was noisy sometimes and everyone passed through, but people were only passing through to get a snack, and nobody stayed. So it was here that Beau decided to sit in the corner, back to the wall, and read, curled up in his grey hoodie with a novel. This one was different from his usual books of choice; it was more of a fantasy element, and he had to admit, he was really enjoying it.
He heard movement, and picked up on singing. It sounded like someone was working, and singing while they worked. No matter, as long as they didn't bother him. Then again, most of the people he'd met so far hadn't been all that bad in the end.
"...Hi."
He nearly jumped out of his skin when she spoke to him, and he looked up, standing to his feet and memorizing his page number before putting the book into his hoodie pocket. "H-Hi. W-whatcha makin'?" he asked in his odd mix of squeaky-pubescent teenager and Cajun accent.
Beau scrambled to his feet, and he was staring at an older, taller girl that made him shrink back and his foot caught and he tripped backwards, falling on his ass as he tried to shrink back into the hoodie, but he was still glowing. He swallowed hard, standing back to his feet.
"What is wrong with you?"
He blushed, still glowing a light blue, but his face was tinted purple.
"N-Nothing's w-wrong," he stammered as he pressed himself against the wall, not making eye contact. "S-sometimes I g-glow in the d-d-dark...my mu-mutation does weird things sometimes and I c-c-can't c-c-control it..."
He took another breath. "I-I...p-p-please don't tell on m-m-me...." he said, his voice almost a whisper as he looked down at his feet, hands stuffed in his pockets as only the light and his yellow eyes were visible under the hood.
Posted by Beau on Jan 17, 2020 20:57:36 GMT -6
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May 1, 2020 16:28:56 GMT -6
Fishy
"Did I hear the teacher slip?"
He blushed a deep purple; he'd been blushing more often than not today, it seemed. "Uh...yeah. I...remember how I shocked that big kid? Or how I said I glow in the dark sometimes? I can't control when I do things or even what I do, but my mutation tends to do what it 'thinks' I need it to when I need it. When the teacher was gaining on me, I uh...." He swallowed, looking away. "I sort of oozed...some sort of slime? And he...he slipped on it...It was an accident..."
He shook his head. "You did more than you think. You came up with the plan. If you hadn't have told me to run, I wouldn't have and we would have been caught right then and there," he corrected, looking into her blue eyes. She really was an interesting girl, even if they were probably going to be in trouble when they saw that teacher again.
Then, they got to the good part: divvying out the loot. He grabbed a handful, separating everything out by flavor, and then making sure they got one of each, and anything that was odd, he tossed into a separate pile. He paused, seeing her try to read the package, and he scooted closer to her.
"Toffee," he said gently. "See? Two E's together like that just sound like you're saying the letter E. Here, try these. I'll help if you ask, but I think you can do this." He pulled three pieces out of the odd pile: Milk, Dark, and Mint.
"This pile is mine, and this one is yours. The one in the middle, there was one extra of each flavor. We'll take turns picking one from this pile until it's all gone, and that's our share. Anything that's left, you can have. I'll probably be eating on chocolate for a long time now," he said with a small smile.
It was still dark when Elke dropped Beau off at the mansion, at his request. He was hoping to sneak back in and crawl into bed before he was missed, but he couldn't help but be afraid of getting in trouble. Taking a breath, the boy quietly crept into the mansion, easing his way down the brightly lit halls--wait what?
Due to the darkness, a small stalk had sprouted from his forehead, and on the end of that drooping stalk was a light. "Oh no..." he murmured, pulling the hood over his head and drawing it tight to cover the light, which disappeared back into his head. Then...his entire body started to glow, sending light emanating from the gap in the hood, and his sleeves.
His heart racing, he quickly attempted to make his way down the halls, trying to get back to his room before he got caught. But if the light didn't give him away, as he was sneaking, he stepped on his untied shoelace, then tripped and fell headlong onto the floor. He lay there for a moment, wishing he could just melt into the floor before slowly standing up and attempting to resume his horrible attempt at sneaking.
He jumped at first, but realizing it was Kalos, he relaxed and went where she was tugging him. His heart was racing, and they were now hiding in a janitor's closet. Wasn't quite big enough for the both of them, but Beau was thinking he should have been in the mop bucket. Oh well. He kept his mouth shut, and saw the feet block the light before backing off.
By that time, the slime he'd secreted had dried up. He really hated that he couldn't get the hang of that. It helped but...it was kind of disgusting.
"Oh, I have my own room. At least for now; I've only been here about a week and I don't...I don't do to well with s-strangers," he admitted, taking the box out of the back of his pants and stuffing it into his hoodie pocket. "I think it's clear. Follow me," he said quietly as he reached back and took her hand, leading her down the halls, his head darting around as he made his way to his room. Letting go of her hand he opened the door, and led her inside, closing it behind them.
The furniture was very standard and basic, and there was a stuffed alligator on the bed, along with a grey hoodie very similar to the black one he had on. The walls were bare, and there were some unpacked boxes in the corner. Without a word, he sat on the floor, taking the box of chocolates from his hoodie pouch and set it on the floor as he felt a smile come to his face.
"Hey, we actually did it! It was close, but..." He heaved a sigh of relief.
Watching her make the clones was about as weird as seeing them melt into a pile of goo, to be honest, but he couldn't look away for some reason. It was so weird, and yet so interesting. Probably what people had thought about him.
At some point, it dawned on Beau that this wasn't some clubhouse. She lived like this. Every day. It made him feel bad for her, but from her language it didn't sound like she wanted to stay at the mansion. So he didn't say anything about it. With a silent nod, he grabbed his cushion and made his way over to the pile, still not taking off his hoodie as he curled up amongst Elke and her clones.
As he closed his eyes to go to sleep, he snuggled up to one of them extra close, because he dared not hug the real one.
"I like you now though," he said brightly. "You're really cool."
He bit his lip, thinking about it; the kid really found himself torn. He didn't want to get in even deeper trouble than he already was, but he was enjoying spending time with his new friend. He followed her out of the room, still thinking. He knew it wouldn't be the best idea, but...maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
"I won't tell anyone. Maybe if I'm sneaky enough, they won't even know I left," he mused. "I'll just tell them I wandered off or something...Got lost and had to wait til morning." He shrugged; lying wasn't really his thing. He plopped on the couch, looking over at her, still questioning his own judgement, but...he got sort of a rush from this, and he had to admit, he kind of liked it.
