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.
Ash-lee was definitely not offering a threesome. No, the focus here had been to take away a sense of power from someone who clearly liked to have it. They were at the door to a party, after all, with all of these men crowding the place. Ash had effectively made Spencer the doorkeeper, able to turn away this hunk of a man with control issues.
Men like that hated when other people had power over them... Well, that, or they secretly liked it, and were afraid to admit it to themselves.
Ash liked pets. Spencer was giving them pets. This power trip was nice. Things were starting to get a little fuzzy, with a quick look around the room. Wow, the bartender was really pouring heavy!
"Them." Ash interjected without really thinking about it much. Ash was pulled on. "She can touch." He spoke up again, another remark about thinks he didn't like her doing. "She can drink."
Ash stared at the man as they read his reactions, and the little mixture of inner reactions that went along with them. The likes. The dislikes. Ash had their own as well. More than most other things, they disliked possessive people.
"I think... what the pretty lady is saying, darling, is that this bar is at capacity. Maybe it's time you found another party to attend!" Ash wrapped their beefy arm around Spencer's shoulder, and give him a lazy look that oozed confidence and swagger.
Ahhh, Decaniel, Decaniel, Decaniel. You like the view, but you don't like that it's there. How could one be so happy to see someone, and yet so unhappy to see them in this exact context? Right, because this human tower of sexy was tied to the woman who you like to be around a whole lot.
Interesting... Yes, there was a like for Spencer, but there was another like there. A like for what she gave? Interesting indeed. Ash shifted to the side a bit, looking down to Spencer and gathering her likes as well. A devilish smile made its way onto masculine lips. Okay. This had potential.
They gave a dimissive sidelong glance Decaniels way. "I do not know... This place is so... Busy already. Oh, I know... Why don't you ask the lady here if there is room for one more?" They leaned back against the bar accepting their drink from the first man who had ordered a round for the bar. The smoke was doing its thing, and all of the men crowded up there were busy trying to one up each other for the 'cotton candy wet dream' that must have gone to powder 'her' nose.
They put the ball in Spencer's court. Few things were more satisfying than being given power over someone who thought you belonged to them.
As Ash pulled together what in their mind was a masterpiece of diversion and deflection, they found themselves suddenly sensing a growing dislike showing telltale signs of dread. Oh, dread, how dreadful!
Ask gave an alarmed look toward Spencer as she tried to seek a place to hide, gave up, chugged her sipper, and braced for impact. Their pretty features shifted into a look of confusion. What was so terrible that it warranted this?
They caught sight of a face moving toward the newly formed crowd. Oh. This man knew exactly what he liked. What he wanted. He knew it was here. Ash immediately knew why Spencer was running. They knew the how much someone liked something. How much they wanted it. Sometimes the yearning was too much for reason to stand in the way. Sometimes... the only fix was a good old fashioned heartbreak.
By the time Spencer moved to introduce them, Ash-Lee was a six foot six tall masculine form with a strong but not overly muscular frame. Their features would be... flawless. Lips that could melt ice queens, eyes the pierced the soul before guiding it to the ground and brushing its hair softly as it passed into sweet nothingness, and cheeks that made this toolbag's go cartoon types of limp in comparison. a light lavender skin met dark, dark hair and a soft, perfectly trimmed goatee.
They spoke with a Latin edge to their voice. "Yes, a pet name... Because I am... how you say? Muy caliente." Their shirt was on the floor. It wouldn't fit, and no one would notice anyway, looking at those abs. "Of course, we haven't been lovers long, but I tend to leave an impression, no?"
Why were they going out on a limb like this? Making an ex lover jealous? There were so many ways something like this could go terribly wrong! They just felt so... Daring, right about now... Maybe one too many drinks?
Ash sort of... stared with a bemused expression on their face as Danny morked through some stuff in his mind, sensing the likes and dislikes associated with them that made them wish they could actually read minds. Not that they didn't like their natural born talent. It would just have been nice to know why he liked the joke he's made in his mind, and what it was. Ash was a creature of curiosity, after all.
No sense lingering. He was looking at their body now, and boy did Ash like when someone liked looking at their body. Oh, he wasn't a huge fan of cigarettes. No worries. Ash had plenty of vices to indulge in. One off the top couldn't hurt~
"That's okay, though maybe we can hit a few bars down the main road, I think a nice buzz is called for before we really get into trouble, don't y-" He sneezed. Ew.
Wait. What was this? Why was there a suddendly... drastically different set of tastes present? Ash... slowly turned in place. Well, that explained that. It was a different person. Not a disguise, or a dropped disguise, no... This person... FELT different.
A normal person would cover up, scream even. Ash was just curious. They tilited their head as he talked. "Yes, yes he did..." Look at him, getting his bearings. They used the somewhat dark room to slip into a form more to this new person's liking.
"I don't know that I'm ready to give you my name... I will give you your pants, though." They turned, and leaned down to pick up the suitpants, making a bit of a show of it, and then looked them over in mild fascination. "Hm." A simple toss sent the slacks his way.
"You like robbing banks... That's interesting. Could you be a dear and tell me what exactly is going on?" They walked up to the bed post, leaning on it to give him a good once over. "If I like what I hear, and I think I might, this night might not end with me storming out on you." Wow... the interests, the feel of this man... Ash wasn't one to judge much on appearances; they had been with pretty much every type of person there was, and enjoyed it... No, they liked... Extreme people, be they bland and in dire need of enrichment, or... OR... Fascinating. This man, just might be the latter.
And then quite the barrage of dislikes emanated from their new friend. She didn't like the thought of being identified, she didn't like him. He was here. Ah. This was who she was running from. Ash stared at her for a beat. They seemed tense. Afraid. This wasn't safe. They didn't know this woman... Why not raise a hand and say, 'over here!' and maybe the man after her would be just as fun.
No... A frustrated lip bite told them they were going to do the right thing. Annoying. "You owe me, darling." Poof~
A sudden outflowing of pink smoke, sweet to the smell and easy to breathe would flow out from them as they stood, stepping away from the bar, and leaving the other woman obscured for a moment. Their heart was beating rapidly as they dinged a fork against their glass to get the attention of the room.
"Hello boys~ I find myself in a bit of a jam that I hope someone can help with! You see, I am entirely too bored, and my drink is getting empty! So... What do you say we get a party started? The first person to jump up here and buy the first round for everyone gets a special prize~" Men did often love to prove their worth through their wallets. Why not make it a bit of a competition.
Well dressed men started stepping up toward the bar, and the front of the room was suddenly filled with standing men trying to get in on the action. The smoke would drift about the room, clearing enough for Ash to duck down among the crowd of standing men, and look to Spencer.
"Who am I hiding you from exactly, dear? I'd rather not get myself in too deep if I can help it." They stood again and spoke loudly. "Boys, boys! Everyone can buy a round! There's enough of me to go around!" They tried to sneak a peek at the man she was hiding from. Was it some obsessive stalker? Maybe one of these impending knights in shining armor could take care of him?
An eyebrow raised just a bit as a devilish smile graced Ash-Lee's features. "Oh, I could, but why stop at one? Why not all of them? Why not you? Why not all of you at once?" A poignant pause, and then shrug, to dimiss the thought. They could tell she was into the idea of the blank slate man. She liked something she could turn into something else?
It was ineresting, their power. They couldn't read minds, after all, so exploring someone's thoughts was more like a game of charades played out by actors who could only tell them likes and dislikes.
They tilted a head at the 'misunderstanding'. They didn't like to give things away? Ah, well, why not make a it a beautiful misunderstanding? Ash leaned back, giving the woman an appraising look before lifting their drink to lip level and swirling it a little.
"Well... I've stated the obvious... Beautiful, underdressed... You came from the back room, though I don't think you work here." They took a sip, and then set the drink down again, placing a thoughtful finger to their luscious lips, before looking to her intently, and speaking confidently. "You look like a girl who is running from something... Someone?"
They didn't have a lot to go on, just that odd dislike from earlier.
Golden eyes watched carefully to gage a reaction. Did she like that? It could go either way, really. Still, they were having fun. A quick scan of the room Ash what they already know. "We are the center of attention, I hope you know... Two beautiful beings surrounded by hungry men."
Did she... like to get away with things? Oh my, what did we have here? A fellow minx flitting about? That was okay. Ask liked to get away with things, too. She didn't like someone joining her, but she hadn't looked yet. She... Didn't like the thought of that person finding her?
Odd.
The questioning look on their face was interupted by the familiar thrill of someone turning to see Ash for the first time, and liking what they saw. Chills, every time.
Being labeled a cotton candy wet dream drew a giggle, and they silently chastized themselves for breaking character. They were suave, they were smooth. Untouchable. That was hilarious. The cascade of dislikes and likes about mutants were certainly... Curiosity piquing. She didn't like trouble, she did like fun... Or... Did she like fun trouble? They were painted a pink shade of intrigued.
"Oh, yes. Look at him. A treasure in the flesh. God's gift to monotony." They watched the man as well. He liked being noticed, but... Did he also dislike being noticed? One of those types that went to bars to tell themselves they were there to pick people up, but in reality they really just wanted to tell themselves they tried?
It was those types that Ash often went for. People who went into the night with little expectation, not expecting the single best night of their life. Just this second, however, they'd caught sight of something shinier. Their drink arrived, and they gave the bartender a wink as they accepted it, and held it up to lightly clink the offered beverage.
This was one of those points that tended to be critical in defining how a night went. She was asking for a name. Eyes scanned the woman for a long moment, before they made the call. "Ash-Lee." They were going to be themselves tonight.
"Tell me, Spencer, what brings an underdressed, but beautiful and charismatic woman like you to a place like this? If you tell me, I'll tell you."
Let's see... That one liked numbers with lots of zeroes. Potential. That one liked talking to his secretary. Could always look sort of like his secretary. This one over here liked clubbing baby seals. Why was he thinking about that right now? Ew, no. There were two gentlemen across the bar that were talking to each other. Nice suits. Oh, from the likes swimming about they were into business philosophy. Not vapid. Promising. Let's see, what else was th-
Hello. Golden eyes blinked a few times as someone walked in from the back.
~One of these things is not like the others~
She looked out of place. Very much so. She didn't like that she looked out of place, but also seemed to like that she'd pulled it off well enough. She liked that she'd... perhaps, escaped something? Interesting. Ash's curiosity was piqued.
Yep. Change of plans. Screw all of that other stuff, she was going to go talk to the curvy girl in the cardigan who seemed to be leaking dramatic potential.
Clopping quietly on over, the devil slid confidently up to the seat next to the woman, looking to the bartender first. "Another scotch, my dear."
Crossing their legs, they looked Spencer's way, and smiled a bit. "Have you ever walked into a room, and immediately noticed that there was one person in it that was much, much more interesting than anyone else there?"
They glanced about the establishment, scanning the room full of men in suits and their stream of boring interests. Then they looked back to the attractive woman who looked just enough of a mess to wonder if she'd done it on purpose. Ash-Lee wanted to know more.
Perfectly painted rose gold nails toyed with a silver necklace on a dainty chain. Light pink skin brushed against its own kind as legs crossed, and golden eyes with black sclera stared boredly out of the window into the night. Ash-Lee was one of eclectic tastes; indeed they could be found in the diviest of dives, the highest class hotel dining rooms, the most devious of backrooms, and the sleeziest of stripclubs. Today, they'd awoken in the afternoon at the house of the last man they'd spent the night with, left while he was at work, and found themselves in the mood for something... luxurious.
So, they found a bar where socialites tended to sip high class brandy, talk about their hunting trips in the safari, and get just drunk enough to make deals they really shouldn't. Unfortunately, them being of such eclectic tastes meant they often lost interest in something that sounded like a good idea at the beginning of the night. Bobbing their long, luscious leg atop the other lightly, they frowned, and took another sip of their aged whiskey.
They should have gone to a biker bar. At least then the people staring at her from across the room might have interesting stories to tell. The crowd here so far seemed slim pickings. They all liked the same things, hated the same things. Vanilla. Boring. Well, they didn't have any money to pay for this drink right now, so they may as well start working on someone to ditch with the bill.
Maybe an investment banker who thought spanking was daring and bold. There were probably ten or so of them around. Goodness, it was only eight, too. The night was much too young to start off so cripplingly boring. Ope, bathroom. Standing, they walked their, fairly tall at the moment, feminine form toward the bathroom, heels clopping against the ground lightly.
A moment later, they stared in the mirror, adjusting a few things here or there to enter @#$%boy pickup mode. Chest a little bigger. Eyes a little rounder, innocent, innocent, how could I ever do you wrong? Horns smaller. Hair... hrmm... Lighter pink, nearly blonde. Pouty little lips. There we go. A doll. There was that slight moment of looking in the mirror, transformation complete, in which Ash just... stared.
Was this a little sad? Eh, #$^& it, things could be sad and fun at the same time. They walked out of the bathroom, and stood for a moment in order to scan the place for the perfect mark.
A rapidly beating heart started to settle down as the reality after the excitement of the moment shifted into another type of excitement. Still, the momentum of the trucking train was certainly thrown off when they noticed him looking down at his hand.
Oh, he was hurt. They leaned in to take a look at it, before looking up to him. He didn't seem particularly worried about it. Wow. Ash hated pain of any sort. He seemed to like the idea of what the devil had planned more than he disliked the pain he was feeling. Ash liked that; they liked being liked. Wanted. Still, the ping of disliking the pain from the cut would be present until they could get it treated. Their face smooshed a bit at the hassle.
"Okay, yeah, yeah that makes sense. Let's-" He kissed them and they replied in kind. It was nice. They had kissed all sorts of people in their life, and this was certainly a person they were kissing. The smirk afterward was adorable. He liked that little moment of feeling suave. They giggled and let him have it.
One tug later, Ash was following him toward the hotel. In this part of town, the best of options would be seedy at best, but that was perfectly fine! They weren't planning on spending the night, after all.
They were objectively terrible at first aid, so he would have to do most of the work himself. They were amazing at what came next. Imagine going into such an experience with an expectation in mind, and ending it hours later after a whirlwind of your greatest momentary desires, maybe even some you weren't fully aware of, being tended to with passionate energy and undeniable skill, and you might be somewhat close.
Afterward, Ash stood before the bed getting dressed with a satisfied grin on their face, "Do you smoke?" This was one of those experimental questions. If his mental reaction was that he hated cigarettes, so did Devi. Easy as pie. Boy, though, did they like a nice smoke after doing the deed several times. "What next? The night is still young~" It was pretty late, actually. They felt energetic still, though, and thus the night was young.
They took a moment to look back at him, doing some real searching... What were his deepest desires? What did he REALLY want to do... It could be anything; go to France? Rob a bank? Play Yahtzee? They had been saved by him, after all. Anything could happen.
"Oh, I know, darling. I do love to open them up to the possibilities of the world." They smiled and wiggled dainty toes as she poked, letting out a little giggle as they pulled away a bit. Oh, he liked that. He was still trying not to look, but even a short glance would be able to see the tenseness about him.
Leave it to their new friend to aim to break the tension, diving in for the kill early. Ambitious. He froze for a second, pointing to himself, as if it could be anyone.
His gace turned red as she asked if he was good at massages. "O- Oh, I- I couldn't- I"
"Oh, darling, surely you could induldge us... We would owe you a favor." Gulp. There it was. When faced with a once in a lifetime opportunity, he stood at the precipice of choice. Let himself live it, guilt at them not being aware of his gratification, or walk away, and regret it forever.
They loved making people make these choices. They loved making walking away impossible. "We would be sure to... repay you."
Crossed legs uncrossed, and crossed the other way, bare foot leaning out in his direction now.
Ash knew when they were hooked. It had something to do with a constant stream of likes when ever listening to anything the devil spoke. It was a nice feeling. For someone who liked to be the center of attention at all times, it was actually pretty necessary.
A perfectly groomed eyebrow lifted as Juniper misunderstood their hinting, until she did, and the expression was replaced by a small smile. "There we go, dear... Well, what do you think?"
She didn't disappoint. A devilish smile widened as she put her feet up. There was a ping. Someone liked those feet. A little, discreet giggle was followed by a small nod toward Juniper.
The man, on the other hand, was trying to do everything he could not to do more than glance... Was... That a spot of shame? Oh, what harm was it to look? No sense being ashamed in appreciating someone quietly! Ash leaned in and muttered. "He's shy..."
The leaned back as well, kicking off raised heeled shoes to let their presently petite feet join Junipers on the table. "Oh, darling, of course. You know what I could really use right about now? A Foot rub... Oh, if only someone was willing to do so..."
Looking back at her as she put on the jacket, Ash smiled a small little smile, and spoke plainly, "It looks good on you." Before heading off toward their objective.
Mission. Accomplished. Excellent food was relished. They regailed with tales that only lightly touched upon many different insane things. Mentions of feedling lions with mob bosses on the serengheti, living in a bus with 30 people in SF before indulging in a fling with a hedgefund manager and living in the lap of luxury.
She took the bait when it came to desert, and Ash's eyes drifted to the side, where a lone man with glasses sitting in the corner of the room. He was moderately tall, fairly frail, and looked like he was the nervous type. They looked back to Juniper with that same small little smile. "He likes feet... Seems fairly harmless otherwise."
A long fingernail toyed at their bottom lip as they watched Juniper to gage her reaction.
Ahh, there it was. Interesting people were always so much more... well, interesting when they weren't bogged down by oppression. They could feel her opening up to a world of possibilities already!
"I managed it, because I am very. Very good at what I do." There went that devilish smirk. Add in just the right expression, an eyelash flutter, aaaand, make everyone fall in love with you, you amazing bitch~
Juniper. 100% Juniper. They knew that already, but it was nice to get a confirmation. Then there was the question. What can I call you. What a way to say it. Polite. Modern. Considerate. It earned her a prize. "Ash-Lee." Yes, the name! The name. The name that meant I am interacting with you as me, not some made up character directly created to play into your fantasies. Why? Well, they could already tell this person would have more fun hanging out with Ash than, say... Deva, Lucien, Lysander, or any other manic pixie name they could pick from.
It was just. Ash. They smiled at her presentation of a sudden dislike. A show of discomfort. A familiar one when people were familiar with mutations. "Oh, don't worry, dear, I can't read your mind. I do, however, have a certain set of skills that make me paradise for people like you." On the way toward the exit, they held up a hand, one finger up. "One second, sweety. You there! Yes, you with the nice leather coat." They popped around a corner into a room for just a few moments, and returned with a leader jacket in hand, studded up, bearing several band patches.
"You lost your coat. I think this fits your aesthetic just fine, though." They held out the jacket toward her, It was a tad big, but they knew Juniper liked to swim. The perks of the power. On they went on their treck to the exit."Empath is a word. I find it boring. I'm more specialized, I would say... if I were to describe myself in the simplist of ways... Succubus... Incubus... Both, or anything inbetween." They turned to look back at Juniper, smiling. "You know, we could stay here... I could turn everyone here to my side, easily... Turn them all against him. Oh, but you don't like confrontation! Sorry for even suggesting it! Let's see... what's around that is fun... Oh, you know, I am peckish. There is a lovely hole in the wall that serves the best authentic Mexican food in New York! Mind you, not nearly as tasty as it is in Sanfrancisco, but what can I say, we are a thousand miles away."
It would be... akin to being swept up by a breeze. To some, it was a sort of out of body experience. What was it you were craving? They had it covered. Pay the bill? People charged for stuff? They paid in charm and pleasurable promises they may or may not keep.
For now, it was just a whole in the wall mah and pah taco shop down the street. Their newest form was tall and slender with light pink skin and a purple pixie cut, revealing their choice in clothing to be incredibly clever, as it still somehow worked no matter how they changed themselves. Picking their teeth with a toothpick, they smiled down at their now empty plate and sighed in satisfaction. "Didn't I say it was the best? Ahhhh.... You know, they say good food is better than sex? They clearly haven't been having the same sex I have, but it's a close second. Room for desert?"
Oh! She was their hero! A Knight in shining armor~ What a pleasant surprise! Bolstered by the helping hand, Ash-Lee stepped forward, but not too close. "That What?"
They watched as the two had it out, enjoying the wave of likes and dislikes floating about. She'd wanted to say some of the things she was saying for some time, hadn't she? If anything They felt like they were freeing this girl from a tyrant! Yes! Ash-Lee the revolutionary leader!
They could pull off early era military war like a champ.
A 'she' was thrown out. "I go by they/them pronouns."
Juniper got it right! Go her! She threw out some insight that gave the devil a grin. They liked this lady. You see? It really could be that easy. He, on the other hand, was having a coniption.
"It's THEY you shit bird! She doesn't even like you most of the time anyway!" He went for the door. Ash-Lee's eyes sharpened. "Oh... Seems real creepy, how you can't get out of this room from the inside without a card... Bet you feel really big when you lock someone in here."
He started cursing up a storm and throwing out some really rude barbs. Ash started to wonder how they were going to get past him, before they got an inclination. She would like to leave. She wanted to use her powers to do so. Black and gold eyes glanced over to the woman. "I thought you'd never ask."
With that, they were giggling up a fit as Juniper pulled them through the wall. The little devil did a dancing step around and stuck their tongue out at the door before spinning and looking to their new friend. "THAT was amazing! You're a treasure, Juniper, was it?" With a waggle of their eyebrows they produced the keycard, and winked, dropping it on the ground.
"Man! You already feel so much better without that terrible man hanging on you! It's like there's a weight off of your shoulders!" They took a lithe form that tiptoed about, moving their body and face expressively as they talked before spinning toward her, and placing a finger tip on their nose, considering her for a moment. "Oh... You like a lot of things, don't you? Eclectic. What do you say we, you and I, get out of here. Go have fun, and then go back to your place, and have... more fun?"
