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.
It had taken quite a bit of effort to get the table and chairs set up outside, and even more so for the canopy, bug nets, and twinkle lights to happen. Thankfully she had a host of stooges at her disposal whenever she needed then, and mostly expendable money.
The small portable burner was going nicely, while she piled in dried leaves, flowers, and a thick wedge of lemon into her decorative teapot. While it steeped she rearranged the plates and snacks once more, and then sat on her fluffy chair pillow and.... Waited.
... Sometimes tea was lonely, and that was fine. Pretending to be a fine lady in a fine dress was important lest she lose herself completely to chasing mice and clawing trees.
Hiyori, with her long aqua colored hair back in pigtails with large fancy bows, focused on making her skirts look extra fluffy and proper, and then reached for the small English book she had brought with her.
Tea, some fine cookies and savory tidbits, a lavish table and lights, and a good book.
Yes, it would do. The only thing that could possibly make it better would be done to share it all with.
Her ears rolled back as she watched the man stop the Shogun's blade effortlessly. There had been no jerking nature to the feat either as if met with an equal force. Just... all the momentum was gone. Peculiar.
From her seat atop the shogun's head, she shifted her attention to the ground at his feet. If she wasn't able to knock him off of them, maybe she could trip and pull him down instead.
Her purple mist started to swirl below him as he fended off her sister, and then took care of Praxi with frustrating quickness. He... wasn't like anything she had ever personally fought before, that was for sure.
The mist condensed and a multitude of hands shot out from it, reaching out to try and grab at the man's legs. Decayed skin, peeling flesh; a small group of undead started to rise up from the floor with long, thin fingers and bleached bones reaching... reaching...
Hiyori pushed the Shogun forward as soon as he finished attacking the slime, Naginata lifting swiftly and over the opposite shoulder this time, and then being brought down in an angled arch at the other side she had yet to attack.
As soon as the attack was due to hit, she scrambled off the shoulder of her own creation, leaping for one of the many zombies she had created to use as a platform.
The Shogun suddenly dispelled in a swirling explosion of purple energy, and above him, another formed.
A carbon copy of her sister appeared, muscular body tucked and ready as she fell at him with an axe kick aimed at the crown of his head.
He... kept chirping at her. Huh. Was he not able to use words in the form?
She sat with her ears swiveling around at each chirp, eyes wide and unblinking. Well, that would be a problem.
He pointed with a claw and she twisted her head around, ears following after, to see what he had seen. What did that chirp mean?
It took her only a moment longer to spot the squirrel.
"Ah, lunch." Her claws flexed in the dirt and she tried to figure out if the chirps meant he wanted her to go get it. She wasn't exactly super peckish at the moment, but she could be-
He started purring and the strength of the vibrations rattled her whiskers. Hiyori swiveled back around to spy him on his back, played out and content. Oooh, nap time!?
She rose and padded over, sniffing again here and there until she found a proper spot to plop her paws on and started kneading his fur.
"Mmhmm. Yes, of course." She had no idea what he was saying, but making something up seemed better than admitting she couldn't understand. Quick, change whatever the subject was!
"Do you ever get the urge to nap in the strangest places? I am particularly fond of sock drawers."
The squirrel bounced off unnoticed, which was probably for the best since she didn't feel like spending an hour cleaning blood from her fur again.
Hiyori turned pink under all her fur. He did what now?!
She tried to keep her cool. I am also sweet on hunting rats in the city and Tuna in a can. It isn't very hard." She was so pleased with her return comment (gotta keep up the aloof facade after all) that she almost missed what he had said. It'd take a few minutes and he'd have to get-
...oh.
"NANI!?" It squeaked out of her and she scrambled to turn around as he was actively undressing, slapping her paws over her eyes for good measure. A non-family member was going to get naked in front of her!
"You shouting is the least of my concerns right now!"
She could hear him shifting, she assumed, and it certainly did sound painful. Did the small cat peek? Heavens no! She didn't need the lude form of a cute teenage boy seared into the back of her eyes to further complicate things.
When her ears twitched at the sound of paws on grass, and the yelling had stopped, she did turn slightly and peeked through her clawed little toes to see if the coast was clear.
Oh boy, what a change too!
Hiyori gradually stood, nose going a million sniffs a minute as she edged closer and scoped him out. She leaned in hesitantly as only a cat would, the rest of her body curved away and tails on end. He... did smell a little different. Was it the fur?
"You weren't lying. This is really truly a beautiful form you have." Excited, she pranced around him in a circle, sniffing at everything she could from her height. Once satisfied she plopped her tush back down and lifted a paw to groom bits of leaf out of it.
"Much more pleasant looking than many of the winged beasts that I am familiar with."
Hiyori was preoccupied with rolling around in the grass kicking at and batting leaves to her heart's content. It was the simple things in life, right?
"That sounds complicated and not altogether pleasant, to be honest. As someone who is confined to only one true form, I can't imagine what it might feel like to share your skin with two others."
He dropped another and she rolled over, ears back and butt wiggles in manic murder glee before pouncing at it.
Her ears swiveled around to face him while the rest of her remained facing away, crunching on a leaf that really wasn't all that pleasant to munch on because... well because she was just being told to do so, really. She needed her teeth on it.
"Meet your other you? I don't see why not. I like this you enough already, I hardly think another version of you could be any less entertaining." The cat paused for just a moment, tilting her head with a leaf still firmly clamped in her mouth.
"...Except for the cat eating one, I guess."
She dropped her recently murdered leaf, turned around to face him, and plopped her furry butt on the ground to wait and watch.
It was good because that meant she wasn't actually able to chomp him, but also ARRGH!
Hiyori sat on her haunches, still riled up enough that her fur was standing on end and her pupils refused to go back to normal. "The other 'you's'?" She questioned, watching unblinkingly as he gathered up leaves.
The first released leaves met a switch end as she lept and snatched it out of the air with a paw, landing and chomping her teeth into it with a satisfying crunch.
Maybe his other hims was an explanation to the terrifying roar she had heard earlier, after chomping his tail the first time.
Each leaf released twisted and turned before meeting a violent end in her paws, and between leaves, she batted around the torn pieces like confetti.
She very nearly almost lost track of what they were talking about. "Other cultures have their own variants of Oni as well, but... your point is valid." Her eyes trailed after the motion of his tail like a vintage Kit Kat Klock.
"Oh? Irland? Truly? I have seen pictures, but I am sure that.... they don't do it any...justice." She trailed off again, and suddenly her human face went completely slack and expressionless.
On the inside, there was a dangerous level of the pupil to eye ratio and butt wigging going on. It was very hard to concentrate on anything else.
Almost exactly the same time he asked her about her length of stay in America, the female form started to vanish in whisps of purple haze and Hiyori in cat form and fury came launching out of it with eyes wide, ears back, and claws extended.
"ONLYAWEEK" The statement was a tad garbled as she was flying at him, the general area his tail had been that is, but it was still there if you listened hard enough.
Regardless of how he reacted, she chose not to feel too bad on the inside. There were bunny kicks in her belly that needed out and all of her toys were at home where she couldn't grab and pretend to disembowel them!
The instructor's attention lifted from her and Hiyori immediately visibly wilted as the stress waned.
Her ears swivel-jerked in Praxi's direction the moment Saph called her a Trainee though, even as her face stayed impassive and her eyes straight forward.
Another Trainee! How exciting! Perhaps this one would also be as kind and enthusiastic as Xavier had been when she first met him? Hiyori vibrated with excitement her human!shell, and inadvertently made it look like she was shivering.
Their teacher explained the rules of the exercise, or game as he put it, and hoooo boy, her sister was probably jumping for joy right now. She didn't dare sneak a peek while Saph was talking. Instead, she leaned forward as far as she could from within her construct, watching through the stomach area of her creation.
So... it was just go then? Go it was!
Fast as lightning her body shot forward. She didn't pay too much attention to what the other students were doing, so long as they stayed out of her direct path.
Five feet from where she had started her base body started to dissipate and the cat within launched forward with paws outstretched in a graceful arch. Purple swirls of energy filled the air directly behind, and under her, as she started to near the floor... but before she landed the huge, aged helmet of the Shogun started to form.
Hiyori landed in a crouch atop it as it lurched up seemingly from within the ground, great Naginata hefted up at its side. The heavy, lumbering construct rose 15 feet in height and then carried on in a loping, ground shaking jog toward the instructor.
If all she needed to do was keep herself off the ground as she whittled away at him, that would be a piece of cake!
Hiyori was next up in line and an absolute bundle of nerves. She was in human form, black hair and fuzzy cat ears, with two tails ramrod straight behind her.
There was an official X-man here. The same one who had shown them around on her very first day, and not only that, he had even shaved his ridiculously fuzzy hobo beard in order to look more professional.
"M-my name is Hiyori! Nice to meet you!" She made a conscious effort to lower her voice, as she had been shouting for a moment there, and cleared her throat. "I am able to sense and absorb the energy left over after death, and use it to create physical constructs with which to fight!" She was lucky her fake human body wasn't able to sweat, or she'd be drenched already.
"I want to earn the title of X-man because I think I have the capacity to do a lot of good!" She leaned slightly forward in a too-stiff bow, "Please take care of me!"
After she popped back up, she waited anxiously for the attention to shift to the next student, while trying to remember to keep her body blinking and breathing like a normal person.
Hiyori chuckled, "I will make sure to drop off all enslaved persons here for you to deal with, then." Her ears flattened back slightly, "Unfortunately we have rooms elsewhere. My father thought it best to entrust an Aunt of ours who lives here to find us adequate shelter elsewhere, in hopes that it would be terrible and further push my sister into wanting to come home and abide by the family rules." She fussed with her nails slightly, reminding herself to try a different color next time.
"Unfortunately for him, I happen to like hunting rats, and my sister can adapt to almost anything."
He explained the sport and she did find herself a bit intrigued. Ice skating but with sticks and violence? It certainly sounded fun to watch. Probably not fun enough for her to want to participate.
She did look mildly confused when he walked back on his claim to be from Canada. He had told her that was where he was from, after all, so why would she not believe him? The teen tried to recover quickly with a mischievous smile and a bob of her head.
"But of course I did. Did you really think I was from Japan?"
....Cootie... catcher? Puzzled, she tried to visualize what that could possibly be, but had to give up after a moment because the conversation moved along.
"Anything that moves. It is very inconvenient." Especially at times when she couldn't help but make little chirping sounds at birds and other small animals. "If you have enough imagination anything can be a prey item. String tends to be quite easy to kill, and hours of entertainment."
She finally tore the eyes away from the bird and back to Carrick. "There is no proof for me if I don't also earn the title. One can say they are anything, but until it is proven others can simply disagree."
She flexed one clawed hand in thought. "My sister received training in various forms of combat, but I did not. I do still have much to learn in that regard, even if I am capable of defense and offense in my own right."
She smiled, "Enslaving people is unfortunately much more tedious that one is led to believe. You still have to provide food, and shelter, and such."
...Hockey?
"Ah. A sport I take it? I never venture into sports of any time. I do not know much about what 'hockey' might entail."
The sleek black ears on the top of her head perked at the mention of a heroic deed he had done and the expression on her face shifted into catish glee. Perhaps he was a bit of a closet hero, then?
"Kirigami is the art of cutting paper. Most notably people make snowflakes in winter with the method." Hiyori clipped two clawed fingers together to simulate scissors, "I dabble in it, but I am mostly into Origami. I find folding intricate things to be much more relaxing."
A flutter of much smaller wings than his caught her attention. Her ears swiveled first to the source, a rather brave bird who had landed in the top branches off a tree, and her eyes followed slowly, perhaps a bit reluctantly.
"I will one day bear the title of 'hero' myself if only to prove to those who do not believe I can, that I am."
That she was not a mistake. A fluke. A bad omen. That she was just as capable as the rest of her family, even if she had been born in a much smaller body.
"My sister and I were sent here as a punishment originally. My father assumed that the American education system would fail and that we would wish to return home to where it is safe. But," Her pupils dilated and her tail twitched, as her vision narrowed on the unaware bird above them.
"He did not realize that both of us would relish the challenge and the adventure. I am quite enjoying it here myself. People are much less polite so I do not feel nearly as bad when I defeat the bad ones."
She glanced at him from the corners of her eyes, while clasping her hands behind her back in an attempt to distract herself from her instincts. "...Is Canada very similar to here?"
She looked mildly alarmed at what she took as an admission of cult fellowship but made no further comment on it. Not her business, after all.
"I don't know much about Irish luck, I got side-tracked by legends of the cat-sìth." In fact, there were many things she hadn't bothered to look into since they didn't suit her own narrative at the time.
She was genuinely surprised by his answer. "...I suppose I assumed that most, if not all, of the young capable people here, came to the school in hopes that they would be future members of the X-men team. That is why I am here, after all.
As to whether or not he looked like a hero, well, that was a tricky question to answer. What were heroes supposed to look like. "...Yes? I don't see any clear indications that you would not be a hero. No devious mustache, or villainous steepled fingers to suggest the oppsoite."
She did incline her head a little though, "I apologize for assuming, however. I suppose it is not fair to place such an expectation upon people without asking them first."
Hiyori smiled innocently back, "One can make anything if one puts their mind to it. A web is a very simple design in Kirigami."
"With how fanatical some can get you might wind up the divine leader of a cult if you aren't careful.... unless that is the goal."
The teen chuckled airily and clasped her hands behind her back as she leaned to get a better look at his wings. They were magnificent, truly, and left her pondering on what it would be like to fly. What did clouds feel like? What did his feathers taste like? How different would the world look from really high up?
"Good luck? Hm. I would say that my actions speak louder than words," She glanced at the two halves of his instrument, "But I have no objections about offering a falsity to act as a placebo in hopes that you will bolster your own luck... if that is what you wish."
She grinned at him, sharp teeth gleaming. "I must ask, are you on the team of heroes with the rest? I have met one other such student who is in training and seeing as I aim to join myself I would love to grow my web of connections."
She quietly appraised him for a moment, "While I have no such desires, I cannot speak on the behalf of others. I'm sure you would make a wonderful personal minstrel."
Contrary to how one would think a small cat would react to being told they looked like food (Assuming the small cat could understand) Hiyori actually grew excited. Someone else who understood the frustration! When instinct rammed its way to the front and overrode normal sensibilities. Her large eyes twinkled excitedly.
"How exciting! That is not unlike the myth of dragons, yes? A hoard, and fantastical battles with knights!" She had read a bit on Gryphons while studying up on other myths and legends and apparently hadn't given them nearly enough focus.
"Why, I think I could handle some human in an oversized tin can. I would not stand by and watch as someone attempted to rid the world of your flare for fame or glory."
She slunk back slightly as the familiar purple mist cropped up, swirling about and eventually condensing into the next for she had chosen. She hopped into it as it solidified, vanishing behind the black and white striped cloth of her newly formed shirt. The figure was different from the last; A black sharp cut bob, sleep black cat ears atop her head, and large yellow eyes with slitted pupils. Hiyori clasped her hands behind her back and offered a sly smile.
"At least in my mythology people are terrified of harming me lest they incur a lifetime of bad luck."
