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 crackers tasted like cardboard, but they got the job done; they were merely a decoy to distract from the prize. Much like the hug. "N-nothing," Beau stammered, his voice naturally shaking from the nervousness, but it helped that he was generally a jumpy little fellow anyway. "Y-yeah. I have...fish powers," he said, never making eye contact with the teacher.
He let the girl drape the hoodie over him, and he slid his arms into it as the hood naturally fell over his head. He knew this had to have looked suspicious, and he felt they weren't doing a very good job of hiding it.
Then she whispered "Run," and his blood ran cold. And then she was gone, and he was standing there looking like an idiot. So, he turned and ran as fast as he could. He never looked back, only focused on Kalos and trying to catch up to her, but she had a massive lead on him. He could hear footsteps behind him as he ran. He rolled up his sleeves as he ran, and it appeared as though he was pouring sweat as he ran. It dripped from his skin onto the floor, and it was quickly apparent that that was not sweat. In fact, not far behind Beau, the teacher stepped into the slime he'd created and slipped, falling on the floor as he darted around a corner and hoped to meet up with Kalos again.
"K-kalos?" he called quietly. "I-i-I think I lost him..." He rolled his sleeves back down, still coated in mucus-like slime. He didn't know how long that was going to last...Maybe that wouldn't make things weird.
There were species of fish in the world that had evolved and adapted to be able to walk on land, and even climb rocks and trees. At this moment, Beau adapted the abilities of exactly none of those. Instead, he was stuck climbing shelves the old fashioned way, and it was...honestly it was rather slow going. But he was going to do it; he was going to earn Kalos's trust, and they were gonna split the good candy amongst themselves. No question about that.
After what seemed like ages, he finally reached his prize and--what was that outside? Talking?
Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no... He took a breath as he grabbed the chocolate, and eased his way down the shelves again. His prize slipped out of his grasp as he eased his way down, hitting the floor with a slight plop, and he froze. There were still voices outside talking with Kalos, and he found himself wanting to scream at her just to forget the jacket. He had another one and he could easily get it later. Then there was silence. Not the good kind; the tense pausing kind. Taking another breath, he picked up the box and stuffed it halfway into the back of his pants, and let the tee shirt cover the rest of it. Then, he grabbed a random box--wheat crackers. Perfect...
He took a few of those out of the box, and was munching on them as he walked out of the pantry.
"O-oh. H-hey...you found my jacket," he said, scared to death of getting caught, but he had to play this off. "Thanks, Kalos~" he said, awkwardly giving her a hug while keeping the view of his back obscured from the adult who could totally get onto them. His face was flushed more purple than it had been since he got here, and that was really saying something.
Beau took Elke's advice to heart, trying picture after picture, and taking up more and more of the wall. He was slowly improving, though all of his pictures involved more fish and less political stuff and middle fingers. It made him feel relaxed, and while meeting Elke and hanging out with her made him nervous and even scared him at first...he was a lot more relaxed now, and was really enjoying this time with her. Just a couple of kids, graffiti-ing an abandoned building.
He was now covered in paint, and there was a cheese-eating grin plastered on his blue lips as he looked at her. "Thanks! Yours are looking good too," he complimented, looking back at his last picture: the aforementioned shark. It actually did look like a pretty decent shark picture.
"Hey uh....you don't have a curfew or anything do you?"
Beau pulled out his phone. "Shit. Well, uhm...I did? But I'm already gonna get in trouble now," he said sheepishly. "I almost don't wanna leave. I mean...you kinda scared me when we first met but...today's been a lot of fun," he admitted, still smiling, his face turning purple as he blushed again.
He didn't hear her comment, nor was he aware of her disdain towards dogs. Beau loved all animals, and he didn't understand why so many authors seemed to take a sick joy in killing the main character's dog. Or dogs.
Snapping himself out of this thought, he practically clung to Kalos's words. "Okay, so we're allowed, but they have the good stuff where we're not supposed to be able to get to it," he mused. "But we're allowed in, and unless there's something saying that we can't have it, then we're not really doing anything wrong. So....It's perfectly fine," he said with a small smile, a slight gleam in his eyes.
"Yeah, I can climb good, but I'm gonna need you to uh...hold this," he said, taking off his hoodie to reveal a black and green tee shirt with his Louisiana hometown's high school football team logo on it and a picture of a snapping turtle, and a basic pair of blue jeans. He blushed lightly, being out of his 'security blanket,' but it would only get in the way.
"Okay, let me know if anyone's coming, and I'll be right back," he took a breath before going into the pantry, looking around at all the boxes. He had to crane his neck, but he finally found one waaaaay up top that was exactly what they were looking for. Okay, so maybe it wasn't *that* high, but it was when you were only four foot eleven. Taking a breath, he started climbing up the shelves. He'd lost his footing once or twice, but it wasn't hard to get back on track. Now if only he could stop his heart from pounding.
He had to do this, but he wasn't sure if he was in it totally for the chocolate, or if he was trying to impress his new friend. Eh, maybe both.
He smiled back, the blush still hot on his cheeks, and he could feel himself blushing even more when she said his eyes were cool. "Thanks," he said brightly, his smile growing even bigger--literally. He couldn't control it, his mouth and jaw widened, and his teeth shifted from normal human teeth, to numerous razor-sharp sharklike teeth.
But once she mentioned his reasoning for no more dog books, his smile faded and his mouth shifted back as he shook his head. "No, nothing like that. I love dogs. The problem is, every book I find that has dogs, they always die...I mean, why can't the dogs get a happily after, too, ya know?" he said, going off on a little mini-rant.
He nodded as she mentioned glowing being cool, but not for sneaking. "What exactly are we doing?"
His face brightened a little at the mention of chocolate. That sounded....like they would get in trouble. But at the same time, he was drawn to the idea of chocolate. It sort of reminded him of when he and his older siblings would sneak snacks at midnight even though they were supposed to be in bed. Besides, he really wanted to impress his new friend.
"I do like chocolate," he said with a nod, his nervous stutter a thing of the past for now. "I'll help you, mos' definitely," he added, a small grin crossing his face again.
"It's really cool," he complimented; he hadn't felt this happy to be included since the day his siblings showed him their tree house. He fell out of it, but...that wasn't the point. It was still fun, and he was fine. Besides, Elke wasn't related to him, so there was more to their hanging out than Mom and Dad said so.
Eagerly, he followed her, his hood still down as he picked up a can of green paint and shook it. He found a blank section of wall and attempted to draw a fish, to signify that he was there. It...wasn't great, the paint itself was runny, and on top of that, some of it came back on him, speckling his face and hoodie with green flecks, but he was too giddy to notice; he was just having so much fun.
"Y-you are quite p-pretty," he agreed, blushing a dark purple. "And thanks. I l-like my eyes, and I think I look c-cool, even if I am d-d-different." He gave a small smile at the pink girl as he followed.
"I really like to r-read," he said with a smile, before the smile faded. "Not reading anymore books about dogs though, nope..." he said sadly. "Sneaking, though, that I can do. Unless it's too dark." He made a face, scrunching his nose a bit; he'd just made it sound like he was a baby who was afraid of the dark!
"When it's dark, I have this thing that happens sometimes. Bioliquivescence....er...biolinoleum...biolemonlimeaide....I glow," he finally said with a nod, his blush darkening as his eyes looked down at his feet.
That--that was a motorbike. And they were going to ride on it. On the road. And he was pretty sure he was older than her so there was no way this was going to be legal. Everything in his brain screamed at him to just run back inside, open up his book and forget any of this ever happened.
But his body and muscles wouldn't listen. In fact he found himself walking over to her, climbing onto the bike and wrapping his arms around her like he'd seen them do in the movies. Surprisingly, she drove sensibly, though she did end up kicking a car once, which led to Beau instinctively holding onto her a little tighter.
Before long they'd made it to some sort of building. Frankly it didn't look safe, and they were a long ways from the mansion, which worried him, but...Elke would take care of him. Definitely. Yeah...
While a good swimmer, Beau was not good at climbing ropes, but after what seemed like an eternity, plus burning arms and residual pain from his fall earlier, he managed to make it up without dying, so he just lay on the roof for a second. Just a second because there she goes again. Forcing himself up, he heaved a sigh and attempted to shimmy down the rope.
What he did instead, was end up sliding down way too fast and getting a healthy dose of rope burn for his trouble. "Owww--oh...neat...." he breathed as he looked around at all the neat stuff he'd never really seen before. Some of the weapons he recognized, but alot of this was lost on him. And it was all so neat!
He sat down close to her, still looking around. "You've got....this is some cool ****!" he said excitedly, his voice squeaking in a very uncool manner as he tried out one of the words she'd taught him.
He still hurt all over, but he did feel like he was going to be fine; nothing long term, anyway. It'd prolly ease off soon, and he'd probably be feeling it again tomorrow, but after that it shouldn't be anything to sneeze out.
But as he thought about this, she was suddenly saying something about an idea and grabbing his hand again. And running. He did an okay job at keeping up, though sometimes it felt more like he was being dragged than running. He paused a moment when they got to the fence.
"O-outside?" he said, looking kind of dumbfounded. Beau bit his lip, then nodded. "I...I promise. I won't tell nobody," he said, raising his right hand solemnly as if swearing an oath. And then, against his better judgement, Beau started up the ladder behind his new friend.
"Uhm...actually up until about two years ago I looked like a regular kid," he explained. "Then I changed colors and grew my gills and stuff. Though I don't remember what it was like before then," he added.
"Ohhhhh," he mused when she'd explained that the ocean was in his heart. And hers. She touched him again. Yep. Touching was definitely a thing and he wasn't sure how he felt about that, but he didn't completely recoil this time. "That makes a lot more sense," he said with a nod.
"You're my friend now." Friend. He actually had one of those now. Neat. "Uh....it's Thibeau. Like 'tee-bow,'' he explained timidly.
"B-blood? I uh...it's red," he said, blushing again. "Most people think mine are scary because they're y-yellow..." He looked around; they were heading for the kitchen for some reason, though he didn't really argue or fight it. He was just going to go right along with her.
"I think...I think I'll be okay. Just sore. Nothing's broken," he said as he pushed himself off of the tree, bending his different limbs and stretching some, his back giving a cracking noise as he did so. "Ow! ...Actually...I think that helped," he said with a shy chuckle.
"Mostly just...took the wind out of me. And my headache is starting to go away. I also landed on a rock," he said with a nervous laugh as he rubbed his back and then pulled the hood of the hoodie back over his head.
He was in too much pain to blush anymore, but the sound of her laughing practically engulfed him as he lay there on his back. His eyes closed for a moment, and he could feel a few tears coming on as he caught his breath, but no. Couldn't cry. Not in front of her, nope.
"Didn't...feel....great...." he groaned, opting to not even try to get up. At least the tears weren't threatening to come out anymore. Though everything still hurt, including what was left of his pride; though he was pretty much resigned to humiliating himself in front of her. At least she still seemed pretty accepting.
When offered, he grabbed her hand and forced his way to his feet. "Thanks...though I don't think I'll be climbing anymore trees," he admitted. "Like an actual fish I think I'm better off in the water..." He grabbed his hoodie off the ground and dusted off his back, managing to knock off a stick and a rock that had embedded themselves in his back upon landing.
Then, he leaned against the tree, still collecting himself. "I need to rest a minute....everything hurts..." he said, rubbing his head. He was surprised there wasn't a Beau shaped imprint, though he was sure there was a line where his fin had hit. "Falling sucks," he said dumbly.
"Yeah! Maybe next time I won't get it stuck...way up there..." he said, thinking. He knew there was no way he could hold her up because he knew he wasn't known for his strength; in fact the only way he'd been able to save the clone--that eventually melted anyway--was because things were lighter under water.
Only when she'd gotten the jacket off and took her stance did he start to question the validity of this idea. Well, it was too late to back out now, right? He removed his hoodie and set it to the side, not once thinking about him once again being in nothing but his swim trunks, but he'd need his full mobility for this and a hoodie worn by his 16 year old, over twice his size brother probably would do much more harm than good.
Taking another breath, he stepped over to her and prepared to climb."Cool..." he breathed under his breath, noting the tattoo. He wasn't going to ask, but he did have to wonder how someone her age came about one of those. Not that he wanted one, he was too chicken anyway.
It wasn't as easy as he'd thought to climb onto her, but he managed it, and stood on her shoulders, grabbing onto the knife. And then he was just...hanging from the tree, hanging onto the knife. But he'd made it this far. He wrapped his legs around the trunk--they didn't totally fit because he wasn't a tall or lanky lad, but they provided him the leverage to pull on the knife. But it still wouldn't budge, so he pulled harder, and finally it popped free!
And then...physics took over as his legs simultaneously lost their grip and Beau found himself tumbling from the tree and landing with a dull thud as his head smacked against the ground and everything hurt. The knife fell from his hand when he hit, sticking into the ground not far from him.
"Owww....." he groaned, short of breath and just looking up at the sky as the world around him spun a little. Okay....maybe that wasn't the brightest idea.
He felt himself blushing even deeper at her laugh, but he didn't pull the hood back up, no matter how badly he wanted to. Besides, he was sure she'd just pull it down again. Honestly...he kind of liked her. She was a bit....brash. And very bossy and loud but...she seemed to have faith in him, and she was showing him how to do all kinds of cool stuff!
He gave a slow nod, getting back into position and WHOA SHE WAS TOUCHING HIM...
He felt his face grow even hotter as she positioned him like some sort of mer-mannequin.
He took a breath as his hand started shaking, but once again, he closed his eyes, imagining he was back home. This was definitely the kind of thing his dad and brother would have taught him back home, if he hadn't have had to come here. His hand steadied again, as did his breathing, and he drew back, and released--a little too early.
The knife went high, but it did sink into the tree. Sadly, it sunk about a foot above his head, and despite all of his attempts to jump, he couldn't even come close to grabbing it, and he blushed even more profusely.
"Uh...Sorry...I think we can get it back if...I don't know I stand on your shoulders or something? Or...Hm..."
Beau was trying to process the whole idea of throwing a knife when OHDEARSHEWASHOLDINGHISHAND.
Preteen girls in New York were a lot more free with their hand-grabbing than they were back home.
He soaked in every word as she explained how to actually throw the knife and get the blade into the target that she'd carved into the tree. He watched her stance--yeah, just her stance, right--and her form as she threw the knife and it sunk into the tree. So her advice was obviously good, the problem would be seeing if he could make use of it. Aaaand now there was a knife being handed to him.
He took a breath, his hands shaking a little as he grabbed the small knife from her, and stood just as she had, and held it by the tip in the same manner as her. He closed his eyes a moment; his dad taught him how to throw darts when he was younger. Maybe this wouldn't be so different. As he thought of home, his breathing steadied and his hands stopped shaking as he held the knife, and then opened his yellow eyes.
He wound back, and calmly released the knife as it flew soundly through the air...
And missed about three feet to the right, sinking into the ground in front of another tree. "...I--I'll get it," he said sheepishly, half-jogging off to get the knife, and on his return, offered it to her, looking at the ground in shame.
