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.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Oct 19, 2013 21:07:31 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Blink.
“Well. Now I feel like a jerk.”
A part of her mind was still stuck on the fact that he looked seven years old. If he was actually sixteen, why would he be stuck in a seven year old body most of the time? Then again, with a mutation like that, he could have been 1600 years old and she wouldn’t have been able to tell. Might as well take his word for it.
“…Sorry about that.”
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Oct 19, 2013 20:16:51 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Kaitlyn nodded. “Yeah. Plus, free food.” Thankfully, Kaitlyn only had to do that about three or four times in her life. “You’re prolly a lot better at stealing it than I was, though.” Nervous chuckle. “You know those stands they have in Central Park, with the—“
Bang! Bang! Bang! Kaitlyn stopped talking. She could hear the gunshots from across the street, could see the bright flashes of light from the window she was monitoring, periodically drowning out the faint blue light of the television screen.
“Wha? Hold on a sec.” Shaky with adrenaline, she scrambled down the wall and dived for an earphone. Too late. The window she was monitoring burst open, shattered by some poor guy getting thrown out of it. As he fell, Kaitlyn could have sworn the guy was actually made of large, jagged rocks held together by some unknown force, instead of a normal flesh-and-blood person. Whatever fell out of that window, it shattered when it hit the sidewalk.
A silhouette appeared in the broken window. First, the figure looked straight down at the scattered rocks. Then, its gaze wandered to the building where Sylar and Kaitlyn were. She had the distinct impression that it was looking directly at her, right before it disappeared from that window.
Whatever had just happened, it was bad. And Kaitlyn and Sylar were witnesses. And the figure in the window knew that they were witnesses.
“…We need to leave.” Kaitlyn turned off her laptop, started packing up everything she brought with her. She probably didn’t have enough time to get down to ground level and cover her tracks like she’d been planning. “Uh, Sylar? Think you could carry me down the side of this building?”
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Oct 15, 2013 19:57:51 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Erm.
“He?” Kaitlyn started unwrapping her sandwich. “I thought Maya was a girl? Unless that… changed.” That could definitely be one of the reasons for the dumping. Now it was going to get even harder to tell Maya apart from her twin brother.
She took a tentative bite of her ice cream. Either way, it was a little sad to hear that they weren’t a thing anymore. Not that it was any of her business. She just liked the idea of there more than one two-girl-relationship-thing at the school. Aside from hers.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Oct 11, 2013 22:00:00 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
He was so deadpan, Kaitlyn wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic, or if he was actually trying to make her believe that. Her face betrayed her disbelief before she even said anything. Was he really…?
Nah. This was a pretty common lie, too. She felt dumb for even considering it.
“Right,” she chuckled, playing along. “And I’m here visiting from NYU.” He almost had her going there, for a second. You didn’t normally run into seven-year-olds (eight? nine?) with such powerful snark-fu. Then again, Kaitlyn rarely ran into kids this young.
“Really, though.” She looked at him expectantly.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Oct 11, 2013 0:36:18 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
The redhead tried to look around Amelia, into the freezer. “No pistachio?” Upon further inspection, this was the lame type of Neapolitan, with vanilla instead of pistachio ice cream. Kaitlyn was pretty sure that substituting pistachio ice cream with anything was against the Geneva convention.
She shouldn’t have sounded so disappointed. Free ice cream was free ice cream; complaining about not getting her favorite kind would be ungrateful. But still. The guy who decided to substitute in vanilla for pistachio should also decide to substitute in carbon monoxide for his oxygen, because he was basically the worst.
“Eh, ice cream sandwiches are okay.” Free ice cream. No more looking gift-horses in the mouth. There would be plenty of time for looking in mouths once she showed up at the dentist’s office, her teeth destroyed by all this sugar.
Kaitlyn tried to think up some small talk. Wasn’t Ami also Maya’s girlfriend? Maya was one of the X-Men, which was a kinda sexist title now that she thought of it. You can be a female X-Man, but you’re still an X-Man and not an X-Woman. “So, uh… how’s your girlfriend doing? If you’re still a thing with her, I mean.” There weren’t a lot of girlfriend-girlfriend things going on in the open at Xaviers’; it made Kaitlyn feel less alone, at least, knowing there were others.
Maya was the girl with the mirror-jumping powers, right?
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Oct 10, 2013 23:47:55 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
“Pretty much.” Though strictly speaking, Victoria wasn’t a Sanctuary resident. Yet. Kaitlyn had vague plans for changing that. Or maybe they were just pipe dreams.
“I, uh… didn’t really choose the Sanctuary. I sorta got…” Kidnapped? Not good word choice. Too many negative connotations, even if it was technically accurate. Technically. It was still probably one of the best things that had ever happened to her, up to that point, even if it was technically a crime being committed against her. This probably said a lot of very depressing things about her quality of life.
“…Surprise-adopted, I guess." Still sounded sketchy, though they were getting somewhere. "But it’s a good thing they found me, and not the Mansion guys. I had just caused…” Eyebrows scrunched as she tried to remember the number, “at least a hundred Gs of property damage. And killed three people.” She said this very neutrally, very matter-of-factly, but it still made her feel a little numb if she thought about it too hard.
Moving on. “So, the Xaviers’ guys prolly woulda told the law all about what happened, and I’d be completely screwed. I’d have been sent back with some part of my family, too.” Which would have sucked. “I mean, the Xaviers’ guys care too much about the law. But the Sanctuary cares about mutants. They snuck off with me to save me from the law. The adoption thing happened after.”
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Oct 9, 2013 23:47:51 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Kaitlyn looked down at the shirt, then back up at Ami, and smiled. “Thanks! It’s the X-gene.” Technically, it wasn’t, but she didn’t feel like parroting off Mars’ laborious, in-depth explanation of what that code actually was. “I’d like to keep wearing it, if that’s cool.” Smirk. Better to laugh it off than stay mad.
Once again, she glanced around at the destruction she'd wrought. That got rid of her smirk pretty quickly.
“So, uh, ice cream?”
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Oct 9, 2013 0:42:31 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
“I’d be a hypocrite if I said I’d be mad about it. I mean, the monster part isn’t you. You’re not hurting people because you actually want to. It’s like the thing where I used to blow people up on accident.” If the Sanctuary kicked out every mutant who was dangerous to themselves and others, there would be a lot fewer mutants living in the Sanctuary. And she’d still be living in the streets, unless she got killed, or worse.
“Plus, I already told you about my girlfriend. She kills people and drinks their blood to live, sometimes. I still love her.” They could probably grab some corpses for him to munch on, if they really had to. Not that they would have to try very hard. The Order would get free corpse disposal, and he would get his ‘hunger’ dealt with. Win-win.
Or she could introduce him to Drew. Even if she still technically hated Drew, or felt obligated to hate him, his power could really come in handy here.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Oct 8, 2013 23:52:35 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
“He’s prolly kinda mad at me. So, nah.” She was giving Clyde an incredulous look, not entirely focused on what she was saying. ‘Way past’ seventh grade history?
“…How many grades did you skip?” Was she dealing with some kind of super-genius kid this whole time? He didn’t sound like a super-genius – but maybe it was just the accent that was throwing her off.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Oct 8, 2013 18:41:36 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
“Maybe seeing normals just pisses you off?” Hopefully. It would make sense, right? He would get pissed off seeing ‘normal’ people, then crazy things like eating them would pop into his head. “They could hook you up with a shrink, too, you know.” The Sanctuary would pay for it, and it would be a lot better than killing him.
Of course, people usually didn’t like hearing that they needed professional help. And this guy was trying to say that he was dangerous. She shifted uncomfortably, thinking about how she could deal with him if he got upset and suddenly decided to indulge his ‘hunger.’ She was also, pointedly, not thinking about whether she needed professional help for her own problems.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Oct 8, 2013 11:30:05 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Kaitlyn was happy that they were no longer moving towards the Mansion. Head wound or no, she still wanted to avoid the DocProf.
“Those are kinda cool too, I guess, but the spy stuff is more fun to read.” Or, at least, it was more applicable to her life. Granted, she only got into this history stuff because of Mars. The other Sanctaury residents thought he must be some kind of miracle worker; the big red guy had successfully convinced a pre-teen girl to read nonfiction books for fun.
“By the way, when you get to seventh grade history, don’t listen to anything Ms. Brooks says about the pilgrims. The pilgrims were dicks.”
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Oct 8, 2013 1:32:07 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
By the time Sylar started to respond, Kaitlyn already regretted telling her story, and she regretted the tone of voice she’d used: a little angry, acting like she had to prove that she had suffered. She hated telling that story, but she thought it would be even worse if she let Sylar, this total freakin’ stranger, keep thinking that she didn’t have a story like that. Why did she even care what he thought?
The redhead answered his condolences with a shrug. It was a nice gesture, but it didn’t feel like the right thing for him to be saying; it made her feel like he didn’t really understand what she was still going through when she thought about that whole mess. Honestly, that made two of them.
And he had his own problems. His story sounded eerily similar to the ones she’d heard in the Sanctuary, but there was one important part where those stories diverged from his.
“…I still don’t get why you wanna keep doing this whole thing.” She sipped her soda. “With the food stealing and stuff. I mean, my power killed my freakin’ parents, and the Sanctuary was still cool with me. They’d help you get your hunger or whatever under control.” But maybe he wasn’t just afraid of hurting people. He’d have to have a pretty good reason to steer clear from free room and board with almost no strings attached, especially in his position. “Are you afraid of something?”
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Oct 1, 2013 0:12:51 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Dorian is also a mute, though not by choice, and he also writes, though primarily for mutant-rights-oriented websites when he's not dealing with his day job.
I can't think of a way for Ryden and Dorian to meet off the top of my head, but we should plot things.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Sept 30, 2013 0:23:58 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Kaitlyn shrugged. “Ask the teachers if you don’t believe me.” To be fair, she didn’t believe it at first either. That was when she still had enough faith in humanity to believe that parents wouldn’t send their kids to a place that dangerous. But with the awful things she’s learned about some of these parents, maybe that was a selling point. “Or look old pictures of the place. They rebuilt.”
As for his comments about middle schoolers and history, “Most middle schoolers don’t read about the Cold War. Plus I should technically be in high school right now.”
She was taking geometry with sophomores and biology with the freshmen, but the rest of her classes were eighth-grade level for some dumb reason, so they counted her as an eighth grader. She hated it; she wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible.
