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.
"Is it? In a world with so many uncertainties? People can fly and burst spontaneously into flames, and yet talking cats is the line in the sand?"
She smiled and all it managed to do was make the little white points of her canines show.
"I can assure you, regardless of whether I carry an X-gene or not, I am a cat. This body is my body. Are you always this jumpy? I am no threat to you in any fashion."
Maybe he was feeling caged in? She hopped back down onto the sink, and then to the floor, and sauntered back out of his bathroom into his kitchen, where she plopped her butt back onto his counter and waited.
"As for why I am here, I already explained. You offered me food. I am here for food. Do you have anything worthy of offering to a demon?"
Milli, who had devoured her food already, was staring at her from the floor with wide-eyed and dilated pupils. Hiyori chittered at her, and surprisingly the kitten responded with her own unique chittering noises.
The black cat stuck her nose in the air haughtily. "She dislikes that you treat her like a baby, and she thinks you are weak. She hopes her training regiment will someday toughen you up. Poor human."
Apparently she had spooked him real good. He lurched away, throwing her off his shoulder in the process. She landed on the sink and re-settled there, watching him calmly as her tails dangled over the side and swayed gently.
But, oh, she wasn't done with the games yet. There was infinite potential for fun to be had. She blinked at him slowly as she pondered how to respond.
"All cats talk." She responded simply and lifted a paw to insect her claws. "Most people simply can't hear us."
She tilted her head at him curiously, large black ears listing to the side slightly. "What am I to explain? I am a cat. You invited me home for food. Here we are."
She hunched for a moment and prepared herself for a jump. Leaping up and balancing precariously in the show curtain rod right above him. His head very nearly poked out the top.
"You're cat is very unhappy with you." She purred loudly, her version of a laugh.
The black cat stared at the plate in front of her with... whatever that was on it.
Her furry little nose wrinkled and she pushed it away from her with a paw. The orange demon could have it. Instead, she followed the boy into his bathroom, paused by the door to think twice about it, and then sauntered the rest of the way in. The leap up to his shoulder was a little harder than usual since he was so gosh-darned tall, but she made it and barely had to use her claws to stabilize herself.
Once there, she sat on his shoulder and stared at his reflection in the mirror as he tended to his wounds.
Hmm... Was now the right time? It felt right.
"Should you not disinfect those scratches first? Claws can be awfully dirty."
Yellow eyes squinted slightly, a silent laugh, and she wrapped her tails around his neck again.
"Do you have anything else to eat? Chilled gruel is not normally the best offering to me."
Her sister's antics aside, she gave her just the pep talk she needed at the moment. Hiyori straightened, holding her furry head as high as she could get it. Yes, she would have plenty of time to recover.
"Hiyori Ishida, a pleasure to meet you S...saph." She stumbled over his name a little and instantly became a furry ball of nerves again, claws and all. To spare her sister any more torture, she hopped down from her shoulder so she could slink along beside the ground from the ground.
"I apologize if we came at an inopportune time." It clearly wasn't her fault, but It was hard to get over all of the overwhelming politeness that had been nagged into her over the years. Leave it to their mother to insist that even with being physically a cat she still needed to know all of her manners.
She piped up a little louder to be heard from the floor. "We arrived a few days ago, actually." It was hard to crane her neck up to look at him while walking, so she just focused on following.
"We needed some time to get our living arrangement... situated." Or rather, cleaned.
She was curious. He claimed to be security but had a baby strapped to his chest. How relaxed was this place?
It amused her to no end that he might have been catching on to the fact that she was not a regular pet cat. The increase in looks and head tilts gave it away. She was tempted to correct him when he called her 'Girl', but reminded herself that she didn't know his name yet either. It would have to do if she wanted to keep the game up any longer.
She dogged his steps dutifully as he led them to his apartment. She didn't live on the same floor as him, but close. Close enough that if she ever needed to get to his place via the fire escape, it would be easy.
She could smell the other cat from the other side of the door as he unlocked it. A few good whiffs of air gave her a good idea of the ambush that was about to happen. She might have thought it was for her, but the other cat hadn't moved since she had sidled up to the door. There were no returned sniffs or Meows. No paws under the door. No growling. The other cat hadn't been waiting for her.
Her theory was proven correct when the door opened and a sneak attack was sprung upon the hapless male. He seemed to take the resulting damage in stride- even seemed entertained by it? Hiyori strode into his apartment like she owned it, head down to catch the scent and see where the orange devil had vanished too.
It didn't take her long to find the cat stowed away under the bed of the boy. The two cats hunkered down to stare at each other for a moment; the orange one from under the bed. Then, without much energy behind it, since she was tired of pretending to meow already, Hiyori did just that. "Nyan." It was bland like she was bored, but the kitten perked up and scampered out from under the bed in a flat second. Hiyori jumped a little at the sudden movement and lifted a paw to try and push the suddenly very affectionate kitten away from her. It was purring loudly and throwing its small fluffy body at her in circles.
While it did its thing, she glanced around the room she was in. Lots of figurines she wasn't at all familiar with. Posters themed bedding. Was this guy a Neet? One of those American's who claimed to be 'Otaku's' without knowing the terrible truth behind the title?
She turned and headed back out of that room, sauntering into the kitchen and letting herself up on to the counter so that she could watch him some more.
Hmm... how long was she going to keep the charade up? Maybe after food?
Were... were all American's this dramatic? Ah, but wait, was there dialect there that her ears were picking up? Perhaps he was also foreign in the land of Hamburger and Pizza?
The cat edged out a little more to track him as he moved, craning her neck and ears without budging her feet. She caught herself staring at his tail again and her tails flapped around excitedly.
"Your instrument is quite broken. I would offer to fix it, but I have nothing of monetary value." Alas, they didn't make cat pants with wallet pockets, and even if they did she didn't have thumbs to get money out of it.
She also didn't have money. Her aunt made sure to keep the power on and food in the fridge, but whatever remained after mysteriously seemed to disappear for various reasons.
"Is... it repairable?"
His tail seemingly had a life of its own, which was not uncommon. Her tails tended to flop around without her putting much thought into it as well. But, it was just so enticing when it was a tail that was not attached to her own rear.
Her eyes followed its movement back and forth, and if she had been able to see herself from the outside she would have remarked about how much she resembled an old fashioned Kit-cat Klock in that moment.
Her butt wiggled again, back legs tensing despite her human brain demanding everything to calm the hell back down.
Instincts were a funny thing. On one hand, they can potentially save your life when things go south. Alert you to danger, help you figure out what to do in serious situations, tell you not to eat weird mushroom growing at the base of trees, etc. On the other, they were also responsible for a lot of the dumb things people tended to do all the time, too. Instinct also constantly told people that the yummy looking orange and red berries on mystery bushes were fine to eat, and, in Hiyori's case, that the wiggling furry appendage dangling in a tree was prime prey. Pounce, it had said. Bite and don't let go.
Instinct was a double-edged sword and sometimes she really hated how much control it had over her life.
Her newly caught prey released a roar like a giant wild beast and her ears instantly flattened against her skull. Whatever she had just caught wasn't happy that she had munched on it and sounded scarily big.
The tail moved, she hadn't released her jaws yet so she ended up scrabbling her claws at the bark as if she could hold her ground but was easily pulled from the tree. She landed with feline grace on all four paws, tail still tucked in her mouth, and immediately hunched into ball.
The furry creature she had caught belonged to a boy. A boy who looked pretty pissed and seemed to be in quite a bit of pain. Still, despite the pain, he had said please.
Forcing her own jaw open she dropped the tail and zipped away toward the base of the tree. It made great cover considering her size and allowed her to poke her head back out to stare at him with wide yellow eyes.
Guilty eyes.
Do-not-eat-me eyes.
"... Apologies," She didn't budge from her hiding spot where she had hunkered down, unmoving. "It was too hard to resist...pouncing."[/color]
Hyori's eyes briefly fell back to the tail, pupils dilating again and she couldn't resist a predatory butt wiggle. Thankfully she was able to drag her attention away before she got in further trouble, and focused on the fallen guitar instead.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause you to break it." There was an accent there, hidden within very well-practiced English. It was clearly not her first language.
While she was mildly insulted at the notion of having a chip inside of her, of all things, she couldn't exactly blame him. That was apparently what caring owners did nowadays to keep track of their pets. His ignorance of her status as not-a-pet didn't stop her from slapping him in the face with the end of her tails, though.
She did sniff at his fingers a little when offered and actively had to battle away the instant urge to lick or bite. She could smell traces of various things on them from his activities throughout the day. Some reminded her of stagnant old women, but overall she could just smell soap. Plain old soap. Another estimate of her current beliefs on his personal hygiene.
She did take a chance to turn and butt the furry crown of her head into his hand though at the offered scritches. Little did he know just how special she actually was and if she actually had been lost her sister would have razed the city to the ground to find her.
Due to her act, she wasn't actually able to laugh at the moment. Instead, she purred loudly while the nameless boy walked on. They headed to the stairs apparently. Stairs that she had yet to actually use in her short tenure at the apartment complex, seeing as the elevator had worked fine over the last few days. The fire escape stairs outside also lent her easier access to and from home as it were. A cat waiting for the elevator had raised more than a few eyebrows.
As soon at they were at the stairs she chose to hop down and use her own legs for once. Onto the rail, then down to the steps. She murred at him quickly and then started up the stairs herself, pausing and looking back occasionally to see where exactly he was going. The offer of food had been enough to peak her interest and put a bit of a spring in her step.
A look at her would tell him all he needed to know about her health. She was fit for a cat; not skinny or fat. Her fur was well tended to and shiny. Whatever she was eating apparently did wonder for her coat. Her eyes were clear and very very yellow. Very alert for a cat when it came to looking him in the eye in short bursts while he was talking. It was rude to hold eye contact for very long in her culture. Kinda creepy, most people thought. She'd noticed that the American custom seemed to be the complete opposite when more than one of them had juked and dodged to make sure to look her human body in the eyes.
She inclined her head for a moment at his mutant comment, chirping in response. She hadn't deigned this interaction important enough yet to blow her cover as 'Weird street cat', even if he had already figured it out.
The slim collar and fluffy bow around her neck might allude to her being 'owned' as it were. Today's color was deep emerald green as she liked the way it complimented the color of her eyes.
There were... questions, that popped to the forefront of her mind, however. If he was a mutant like her, what kind of mutant was he? Strength-based? Was that why he seemed to abnormally large compared to the people she was used to being around? She'd been considered tall, or her constructs had at least, back in Japan. This boy however was a good deal taller than pretty much anyone who she had ever met. He surely had some height on even her father himself.
Meowing at him, she didn't move from her spot. Not even giving the inclination that she wanted too. His shoulder had become her newest perch and she was content to just go along with whatever he seemed to be up to.
She did get a whiff of a different feline scent on him, and her sharp eyes zeroed in on the telltale healing scratches that could be spotted in various spots on him. Her cold nose sniffed at one for a moment. He was a cat parent himself, then? Apparently to one that didn't much like him... unless he made a habit of rescuing other cats from trees regularly and they weren't at all happy about it.
The old wood creaked as the thin, poorly fed tree protested at the extra weight currently threatening its branches. Hiyori, still an arm's length away and up from the blond, well-meaning boy, ceased batting at his hand. A little unwillingly she was drawn in by the stupid enrapturing sounds he was making. The dilation of her eyes and how her ears swiveled around at attention might have even been a sign that he'd finally caught her attention fully. She paused there, staring unabashedly, hunch on her chosen branch, and decided what she should do. Continue the game and see how far he would go? Give up and hop down without his help?
She blinked slowly at him and then glanced at the hand he offered and stretched her nose down to sniff at it. He didn't smell bad. She'd assumed all Gaijin lacked in physical hygiene. A combination of bias of a lack of bathing and how they often didn't shower before getting into a bath. Gross.
This one at least seemed clean and kind. Bonus points for him.
After she'd filled her curiosity on what he smelled like, she reached out a paw and placed it on his hand, applying light pressure in a kitty version of a handshake. Nice to meet you, kind sir. Thank you for your heroic deed today.
Then she put a little more weight on his hand and started to cross over from the branch onto his arm. It helped that he was apparently a giant so that she didn't need to focus on balancing so much. The arm led to a set of broad shoulders. Broader by far that her sisters muscular build, and she settled herself with practiced ease there. Her tails curled lightly around his neck.
With a purr in his ear as a sign that she was seated and ready to go, she just... waited. For what she didn't really know.
Success! The human had indeed stopped, and surprisingly the tiny demon flipped a switch and was suddenly a small fluffball of love and licks.
Disgusting. Didn't the human by even consider where that mongrel's tong had been? Animals like that enjoyed whole feasts munching on their own asses.
Whatever the case, she yawned widely and stretched her furry legs out in front of her in a lazy sprawl. Promptly sitting up in order to watch the vile canine be carted away by the bigger human. Apparently this was something that happened fairly often if she were to take the boy's words into consideration. She would apparently need to figure out a different route in and out of her own apartment again, unless she wanted another unfortunate run-in with this.... Sparkles.
Once the demon was taken care of, she prepared herself to jump back down and continue on her way... but, oh look, the human was coming back.
She plopped her furry butt back down to watch as he closed back in, ears twitching slightly as he spoke.
Huh. Classic heroic deed of saving a cat from a tree, then? Not something she had experienced a whole lot before, considering how she had been regarded in her homeland. Most people ignored her, others flat out avoided her. Cats in trees were common and not generally a scenario that needed any sort of rescuing.
Hiyori inclined her head to the side slightly, tails thumping lazily against the branch as the boy started to climb. She quickly decided to play along just for the fun of it, seeing as this wasn't something she encountered often.
"Nyaan."
As he neared she remained seated until he was juuust within reach of her. Then, because she was eternally a brat if nothing else, she hopped up into a higher branch with ease and plopped back down. Effectively she was going to play a game of cat and mouse until she ran out of branches, or he gave up. Would he dare to venture into the higher, thinner branches?
"Nyan!" She hung down over a branch a little at batted in his direction with a paw.
In comparison to her sister, Hiyori was buzzing with excitement. SCHOOL! A glimpse of normalcy in an otherwise chaotic situation!
Sure, she had heard rumors that the American school systems were underwhelming at best, but this was a specialized school. She wasn't quite sure if it fits as a private or public school but that didn't hinder her excitement any. She had barely slept the night before, bathing herself a few times just to make sure she was as pristine as possible before meeting any faculty. She even stole a pretty bow from Himari to wear around her neck in place of her usual uniform.
She was perched on her elder sister's shoulder like usual, trying and failing at keeping her claws to herself as she panicked internally and practiced introducing herself for the thousandths time.
"Perhaps I read the time wrong.... I was sure this was the slot we were scheduled for." What if they'd been kicked out already? What if their father had sabotaged their shot at education here? It was hard enough to get her sister to actually for up for classes as it was, without interlopers trying to get in the way!
Hiyori went ridged with nerves as the good started to open. Her ears flipped back and her eyes were felt comically wide. Though she knew it wasn't possible, she would have sworn on her life that there were cartoonishly large drops of sweat oozing out from her body. "Mana, Onēsan!" She scolded, "Ī inshō ni shitai!*
Her sister wasn't entirely wrong in what she felt... The man was very unkempt and as far as first impressions went it reflected poorly on the school in her mind. Was this what she could look forward to in the coming year, or years?
The nervous cat was still ridged and trembling which anxiety; her tails stuck straight up in back as she went to address the man. "Watashi no namae wa Hiyori desu!" She all but shouted. "Hajimemashite!"** And she bowed as much as her feline body allowed.
A beat passed before she realized that in her nervous state she had entirely shifted back to Japanese and their host probably hadn't understood a word of what she had said.
She might as well have been struck dead right there or turned to stone with how she hung her head and moped. She'd ruined her own introduction!
*Manners, Big sister! **My name is Hiyori! Nice to meet you!
The cat grinned a little pointy grin, and one of the zombies spun to show off the glorious fluffy red bow tying the apron in the back. "This is always at least one~"
She perked up visibly at the mention of tuna, a very see-through bribe, and that settled that. She would get her delicious equivalent of junk food, and her Sister would get actual junk food. Win-win! "I will write up a list once we have some food in our bellies." Cooking pots and pans, utensils, paw-friendly things she could flip and stir with (hard to come by).
She hopped from the counter to dog her sisters heels as she explored the rest of the space. "Clearly he needed something to put all of those ideals of his he wants to impose upon you." She knew enough that it wasn't a space set aside for her. She was probably expected to sleep outside or something.
She sat and looked up at her sibling, yellow eyes lidded and calm. "I know. Was her eventual replay. They had been around this same issue many times in the last few weeks.
"And I will always disagree. I know you are capable of taking care of yourself..." It was both easy and hard to admit that she had come for many reasons. Some pure and some selfish, but all centered around her sister. "... but I would have regretted letting them send you off somewhere along and not having anyone on your side here." That was half the reason her father hated her, after all. She was more than willing to be a loud and very vocal opponent to the way their father treated Himari. Being as she was, it was all she could do to try and take care of her older sister who always had the weight of their world on her shoulders. Hiyori was an outcast after all, and Himari would eventually inherit the responsibilities of the family if she so chose.
"I will always be your shadow."
She watched as her sister moved about, marveled at the affection on Himari's face as she held her blade. A race was offered and Hiyori was quick to agree.
"You're on!" She was sure her sister would win, what with her abilities, but all the fun was in the race- regardless of the outcome. She waited at the window for Himari to open it and then darted out, bounding up the metal stairs as quick as she could.
She whipped around with wide eyes at the threat of a dreaded bath and stopped poking at a dead roach with one paw. "I won't get fleas! That only happened a few times!" She wasn't able to blush, but she could certainly feel the embarrassment on the inside. Fleas were a very real thing for her and also very very annoying. It was irritating being covering in the little pests and not being able to pluck them from her fur, not to mention the maddening itching.
Her fur stood on end in an agitated floof when her sister threw her to the proverbial wolves. It was only in jest since she loved cleaning, but still! The small black cat stuck her nose in the air and flipped her tails a few times without comment, weighing if she should be stubborn with her elder sister or not.
"Haiiii, Oneesan." Sometimes there was no use arguing, seeing as they were both stubborn in different ways. "What shall we eat for dinner tonight? I don't know if I trust any of the places around here yet enough to order... I can cook if we can find adequate supplies." Though, considering how the apartment looked she was slightly worried about what the markets would look like.
Sauntering over to the kitchen counter, she hopped up and plopped her fluffy butt down on the cleanest looking patch, and then turned her attention toward the middle of their mostly empty living room. A few boxes were already here with more on the way, some basic furniture, and Himari's things she had cared enough to bring with her. Hiyori herself had only a few possessions of her own on the way, but they were delayed in transit. It would be a while before her various toys and small collection of collars and bows would arrive.
She focused her gaze on the floor, seeking out the residual energy in the air and started the process of forming one of her creations. Or, many, in this case.
She didn't bother with the usual antics of them all digging themselves up out of the ground and instead had the newly made constructions appear standing side by side- five in total. The Zombies, because that's what they were modeled after, weren't terribly gory or overly dead. She wasn't super into that aesthetic. They would certainly get the job done, however, and that was pleasing. The white head cloths and little pink aprons were a nice touch as well if she didn't say so herself.
Hiyori sat back and casually cleaned her paws, half-lidded gaze moving steadily between the five creations as she guided them through various menial tasks. One was scooting around with a rag on the floor, scrubbing and mopping until it was spotless. Another was dusting anything and everything it could reach with its one arm.
With diligence, the place was mostly spotless (some stains would take a bit more elbow grease to get out) and finally livable.
"Oneesan, i'm dooooone!" And without having to lift a single paw, too.
She was starting to think even then dogs in America were worse than the ones back home. Yes, there were small yappy canines there as well.... but she hadn't encountered one so determined to be an annoyance before.
YAPYAP YAP YAPYAPYAP ARFBORK YAPYAP--
It felt like she had been up in the tree outside of the parking lot of their apartment for at least an hour now. Chased up into the sparse branches by a tiny, tan demon with pink ears and a rhinestone encrusted collar. The little monster had MURDER in its eyes- she could tell- and had completely ignored her warning swipes and hisses. It was either very very brave, or very very stupid.
And yet, she was the one stranded in mediocre foliage.
A few people has passed by and she hoped they were there to collect the demon, but no success yet. It was still down there, jumping and growling as viciously as it could in an attempt to get at her. Hiyori had settled in the crook where a branch met the trunk to try and wait out the dog. Surely it would tire or get bored soon and wander off to pee on something or eat garbage, presumably.
Why not construct a body to scare the fiend away, you say? Well, she honestly doubted it would work. The dog would probably just bite at her ankles until the construct broke, and then she'd be back to square one. Also, her larger, scarier creations might work but she didn't exactly want to scare the dumb thing to death. It wasn't its fault it was an idiot.
"Nyaaaan." She could see someone approaching and started up the act of helpless cat, once again. Maybe this time the human would do more than simply scoff at her.
