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.
This girl, Kalos, seemed very....energetic. Though if she had any actual authority it seemed to go unnoticed by the buffoon and his probably-still-tingly buttocks. It was over pretty quickly, actually, and before Beau could process everything the offending pair of buttcheeks had walked away, and--
Ohdear she was touching him... He recoiled at first, but this only pulled the sleeves of his overly-large hoodie back to reveal more of his blue webbed hands. He stood to his feet as she jumped up and down, the hood falling off of his head to reveal his blue face and piercing though timid yellow eyes.
But the contact wasn't....bad. It was happy. Somehow celebratory. He gave a nervous smile. "I...we did? I mean...yeah, we won," he said, blushing a light shade of purple. "But I ain't from no ocean...I jus' look like it. I'm really from Louisiana," he continued, his voice quiet and timid still, especially since he was technically holding hands with a girl. Yeah, that happened.
"I'm-I-I....B-Beauregard Thibeau. But you can call me Beau. A-a-and t-thanks for the h-h-h-help," he stammered, never once making eye contact with the pink girl.
There was something...endearing about that grin. Or maybe since she actually seemed invested in him, Beau was clinging to her like a lost puppy. But maybe that was why she was so endearing: she seemed to actually like him, and was willing to teach him things! He wasn't quite...sure about her area of expertise, but as a sheltered lad, he hadn't had much experience with any of this. Besides, this was kind of...invigorating.
He nodded, smiling as she spoke. "There is something...freeing about it, yeah," he agreed, though in the back of his mind he couldn't help but wonder what the adults would think of that. Maybe swearing could be something he just did with her. Their thing. Yeah. Perfect.
And then...she pulled out a knife. He shirked back again at first, but then she flicked it into the air and caught it and he couldn't help but watch with awe at this. "You'd teach me how to...throw a knife?" He was terrified, but that was the norm for him. At the same time, he was also rather....intrigued.
For some reason, him spewing profanities seemed to really make Elke happy. Gilbert was right, he was never going to understand girls. And now...she wanted more. Great...
He wasn't fully comfortable with this, but for some reason he found himself wanting to oblige and he didn't have any idea why. He sucked in a breath, but when he released "&@#$$$!" it wasn't nearly as loud as hers. In fact, it was almost adorable, between the accent and the squeakiness that found its way into his voice. He kept going, though. Getting progressively louder and more confident, however that doggone squeak wasn't going to go away anytime soon. Soon, he was yelling just as loud as she was and his head was starting to spin a little.
"I...yeah.It kind of does," he murmured with a smile. That darn blush hadn't gone away in the slightest, either.
He nodded, growing more confident as the girl complimented him on loving himself and his mutation. His problem was getting other people to like him. And then she was exasperated with him. Wait...she wanted him to swear? Really?
He felt himself blushing again. He was warming up to her, actually starting to enjoy her company, and she wanted him to curse. He took a deep breath, unsure why the heck he was even doing this. Oh right, she was paying attention to him, and she was a girl. Poor easily impressionable fishboy.
He exhaled. "@#$%!" he said, his voice cracking terribly. So he tried again, and a few more times. It felt...weird. It sounded even weirder.
Finally, he tried one more time, repeating what she'd said the first time. "'I'm a basass mother#%^in Mutant, and everyone else can kiss my @%$!" His face was hot, and a nice shade of royal purple as he felt his heart beating even faster and butterflies fluttering in his stomach.
"L-like that?" he asked, his yellow eyes looking to her for approval.
He felt like he was doomed to be perpetually purple around her; he just couldn't stop blushing, and his rapidly-thumping heart felt like it was going to try and squeeze it's way out of a gill. He could feel her peering into his hood, and it made him want to shrink back more, though that was impossible.
"I...There--There's....everything for me to be afraid of," he whispered. When she reached like she was going to grab his hand, he didn't shy away from that, in fact it would have been pretty easy for her to do that if she so chose.
"I do?" he asked as she complimented. "I...not many people seem to think so, but...I like my mutation..." he murmured as she threw his hood back without warning, revealing his fully blushing face.
"I'm a....bad-butt....mother....freaking mutant, and everyone else can kiss m-m-my t-t-t-tailfin..." he somewhat repeated timidly.
He couldn't help but grin when she called him Merboy; he loved that nickname more than he would probably have admitted. Though...he could tell she was bored, and he wasn't exactly what one would call entertaining, for the most part.
"I uh....I have videogames...." he murmured. "As far as food, the kitchen is over there," he said, pointing a webbed finger toward the kitchen area, where there was surely plenty of food. Hunting and carving and whatever hoodrat stuff meant didn't really appeal to the lad. "C-city? I mean...I probably could go out at some point, but..." his voice trailed off and he pulled the hood up over his face again.
He didn't want to admit that he was scared of going out into the city but...well truth be told he was scared of a lot of stuff.
Still maintaining eye contact, he gave another dumbfounded nod. "I uhm...I didn't say anything outright but...I did kind of uhm...wonder about that. I didn't know she was a c-clone and I didn't want her to freeze to death or anything," he replied, his voice still timid, and he was definitely a softie, always wanting the best for people.
He turned around at the sound of the gurgling, and his face went pale when he saw the clone melt into a pile of pink goo. His stomach turned a few cartwheels and he staggered a bit as his head started to spin a little. "I...okay," he replied, his voice almost a whisper by this point. Man...I liked that one, he thought to himself. His older brother once told him when he found the right girl she'd melt in his presence, but...for some reason that wasn't what Beau had in mind. Yeah that probably, definitely wasn't what he meant? Right? Not that Gilbert had ever taken the time to explain that part.
Well, he did still have company. And she still looked like the nice clone, so maybe...maybe there was something likable about her, too? That, was what the fish-mutant determined to figure out.
Greengills? "I liked Merboy better," he grumbled before taking a deep breath and pulling the hood down to show his face. "O-okay...let's go," he said, starting inside and making sure she was behind him. "There's t-the living area, a rec room, plenty of places to h-hang out...dorms of course...i-is there anything that interests you?' he asked nervously as he looked at her with those timid yellow eyes.
He nodded slowly, figuring in that sense he really couldn't argue with results. In the resulting scuffle, he just sort of stayed quiet, scooting back out of the way and wishing he could shrink away and hide because he wasn't a fan of any sort of confrontation, and despite her meanness not being directed at him, she was still pretty scary.
Sheepishly, Beau took the hoodie back when it was offered, and he scrambled into the slightly soaked fabric, pulling the hood up and nesting in it like he was so used to.
"I...I have another one..." he said, face still purple with a blush, though it was harder to see with pretty much just his yellow eyes showing through the raised hood. "I d-d-didn't know she was a c-clone," he admitted, glad to be back in his hoodie, truth be told; it was pretty much his security blanket, though he wouldn't admit it.
"But...your power is making c-clones? That's r-really c-cool," he said, those shy yellow orbs making eye contact with the original for the first time. He really wanted to comfort the clone but at this point, he didn't know how, and more importantly he didn't want to invoke the wrath of the original.
"I...I can't do that..." he stammered quietly, still not making eye contact with the twin that he'd internally dubbed 'the mean one.' He was showing somewhat of a heroic streak, though that probably just meant if nothing else worked out he could get a sweet gig as a lifeguard when he grew up. Seeing her put the hoodie on made him feel better, at least she was bound to warm up, anyway.
However when told to take it off, and the nice one refused, Beau kind of wished he'd had the hoodie, so he could hide in it like he normally did. But it was for a good cause, right? Yeah, of course; he was helping, and she was sweet. Actually nice to him, and that meant something.
"I...I...l-l-like school," he said, his stutter coming back; he was much more comfortable with the other one, it seemed. This one really intimidated him, and he didn't have anywhere to hide, so he just sat next to the 'sweet one' and inched a little closer, like they could somehow protect each other or something. "Pretty sure I won't last long on the s-s-streets..."
He took a deep breath. "Until a week ago I'd never left. And...well, I always have the stuff like the blue skin and the breathin' underwater, but...sometimes other things happen. Like adapting to cold water, and sometimes I've done...other things," he said, his face turning purple as he blushed deeply, still looking down at the pool. "The other day, someone accidentally sat on me and I kinda...shocked him. Like an electric eel or somethin'," he said quietly. "Like...I think I can do stuff some fish can do, but I...I can't control it." He still didn't make eye contact; the only reason he knew that much was because ever since his power surfaced, he'd taken to reading extensively about fish.
Sweet, he managed to save someone! That was a real boost to the fish-boy's self esteem, though the following conversation just confused the poor kid even more. He shirked back a little, slightly pressing against the 'idiot' twin as the one on dry land waved the knife at him.
"I couldn't just let her drown..." he murmured, his eyes looking down at the water instead of at the other girl. Looking back at the one he was protecting, he offered his arm to her so they could sit on the edge of the pool, keeping his mind off of the fact that he was making physical contact with a girl. Once she was situated, he went over to his hoodie, sort of regretting that he didn't bring any towels, but it was too late for that. Besides, it would dry out. Oversized hoodie in hand, he made his way back over to her, handing the hoodie to the probably freezing girl.
"Here; it'll keep ya plenty warm," he comforted before turning back to the angry one.
"It's not like other schools. It's a place for mutants, especially youngins to learn to control their powers. I was sent here from Louisiana because there's part of my ability that I can't control," he said, getting more and more timid and quiet as the conversation got more personal. "I've only been here about a week, but...I like it so far."
Beau let out a very unmasculine squeal when she poked his gills, and he reflexively squirmed back. "That tickles..." he said sheepishly. "It's not really that different when I'm on land because unlike an actual fish, they kinda just...close up. Under water, my nose and lungs do the same, I guess?" he tried to explain, and thanks to his more book-wormy nature, he felt he did an okay job for his age.
"I don't think so, but cooties is better than what you could catch from being in this water too long. Like, I don't know....death?" he answered, his voice still quiet, but much more concerned.
Things after that happened pretty quickly. The voice coming from behind him, causing him to turn around, then the weird strangley sound that came from what was in front of him a second ago but was now behind him. And then there was another one sitting on the side of the pool? "I...what? Where did you...where did she? Are you--is she--twins?" He stammered, looking from the one girl to the spot in the pool where the other had been.
"Hol' on!" he shouted, turning and diving underwater, using his fish-like capabilities to dive all the way down, intending to pull his new friend(? Yeah. Friend sounded like the right term,) up to the surface.
He let out a happy yelp as they played, though the mention of a bow made him flinch just a little. She couldn't have meant a real one, right? Well, the good news was either way, she didn't have it with her, so that was good. He always felt like he was a natural swimmer, but this was the first time actually having someone to swim with. He felt the shyness melting away the more they swam, but eventually Elke surfaced for air again.
This time, as she did, he surfaced as well, not that he needed to, but he couldn't exactly talk under water.
"Oh! Yeah. I kind of have a unfair advantage," he said with a nervous smile as he raised his left arm, showing a small set of gills lined up perfectly with his ribs. "I'm quite literally...part fish," he explained. "And when I jump in water like dis, after awhile, it's not cold anymore."
That caused him pause. Wait. She couldn't do that, could she? His face suddenly got more concerned. "Hol' up. You can't do any of that...do you need to get out an' warm up? M-my jacket's pretty warm if you need it..."
Honestly, Beau was used to that look she'd given him. He was book smart, but his social graces left much to be desired.
At least she seems friendly, he thought to himself, though he couldn't help but notice that both possible scenarios had him being the one hunted. Timidly, yet somewhat trying to be playful, one of his webbed hands glided through the water, splashing her back, just a little.
Wait...snuck in? He was going to end up hanging out with troublemakers, wasn't he? While that normally would have bothered him, he was a little glad someone was paying some positive attention to him. Outside of his family, the Louisiana native never really had that
"It makes mo' sense that I be the shark," he said with a grin, his Cajun accent on full display as he dove underwater, resurfaced just long enough to splash her again, and then dive back down.
Beau was loving having the whole pool to himself; it was a perk of his mutation. Nobody else had the nerve--literally--to dive into an icy pool in December, leaving him alone with his thoughts and he could just rela--
"CANNON BAAAAALLLL!"
Ohno. That was a person. And she'd just jumped in with him. The way the kid's heart was racing, one would have thought they were sharing a bathtub instead of a whole-ass swimming pool, but nonetheless he instinctively swam all the way to the bottom and just...stayed there. Luckily he had gills, so unlike her, he wouldn't have to come up for air anytime soon.
But she knew he was there, and the jig was up. Defeated, he slowly surfaced, swimming up to the top so that his dorsal fin appeared first, and then his head. "M-merboy?" he said finally, his voice timid and somewhat quiet, though the nickname made him smile a bit. Back home the closest he got to something like that was when the bullies called him Fishface. But...this one didn't sound teasing.
"W-what's Shark hunt?" he asked sincerely, before looking down and realizing that he was shirtless, in a pool, with a girl, and his face turned a very bright purple as the blood rush mixed with his blue skin.
His heart already felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, but...it was fine. It'd be fine, yeah. He took a deep breath, trying not to seem as timid or embarrassed as he was, which was easier said than done in broad daylight, and with his hoodie lying on the ground nearby.
"I...I'm Beau...I uh...I just moved here about a w-week ago."
Oh no. Some of them were approaching, and they were being loud. And not paying attention to him, which was good, at least. Wait no it wasn't good. Someone was about to sit on him. "T-t-this s-s-seat's t-t-taken..." Beau's timid voice was almost a whisper, so of course they didn't hear.
"You will not sit upon my royal subject. For I am Kalos, Queen of Atlanteans, and he is mine." Subject? Queen? Hers?
Beau wasn't sure how he felt about any of that, but there was no time to process as one of them continued his process of sitting. Beau curled up tighter, his blue hands emerging from the sleeves in an instinctive defensive maneuver as he felt a slight tingling in his arms and time seemed to almost slow down as the older kid's rear end closed in on him and sat down--which was interrupted by a small flash of light and a loud POP! Sort of like a static shock on steroids.
"Ow! What the--that little bug zapped me!" "I..I didn't mean to..." he said as he scrambled to his feet and sort of hid behind the pink girl. "Sometimes...weird things happen when I get scared..." he murmured. If he could, he'd sink even farther into the hoodie.
