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.
She was focused on flitting between different spiders as they skittered into position and fighting off the headache she knew would coming along soon. Preemptive painkillers helped, but the sheer number of them she had to take to get any effect generally made them a last resort.
Xavier proved right off the bat that she had made some very clear mistakes in how deeply she trusted him, as he got the wrong idea lodged in his head immediately and potentially spoiled her whole act with just the worst improvisation.
"Xavier..." She kept her voice low, "I want you to know that I still respect you. It must be hard going through life as you do with that pea-sized brain bouncing around in your skull errantly."
She cut the connection with her spiders temporarily so that she could come back to herself long enough to see. "And also that I am not sorry." And then she stomped on his foot, hard, and took off running.
"Whatever dude! Stop being such a prude!"
She vanished around a corner directly up ahead with a giggle, and then stopped, waiting while twirling her parasol. There was a door right next to her, their entrance to the abandoned building. Once Xavier showed up they could enter and lurk for a bit while she spied from afar.
She nodded slightly and kept a loose smile on. "Yes. At some point, apparently, my mutation must have messed with something else in my DNA. I can't eat processed foods, or vegetables, or bread. Just... meat." It was only fair to be as honest with him as she could, she was in a position to know things she rightly shouldn't after all.
"The last time I was this age a mutation hadn't even shown itself, so... I am still adjusting. Honestly, the predatory urges are probably the worst out of everything."
The cape was appreciated, and she didn't bother arguing. Two back, fuzzy spider legs crept out from where they had been hidden in the lace of her dress to hold the cape down onto her shoulders.
She didn't bother turning her face toward him as the eyes on her forehead were busy watching him instead.
"We are waiting for him to arrive. Once he is there I can send in scouts to get an idea of how many people are in there, and what we might be up against. If, for example, the odds don't seem to be in our favor, I will call it off. I don't wish for you, or I, to die after all."
She pointed at the building they would be walking toward with one hand while reaching out to snag his closest hand with her other.
"...on our left." She whispered, and then giggled loudly as he had just told her a joke.
There were two men in the shadows off to the side, smoking fiddling with their phones, but watching them as well.
"You weren't wrong, it is lovely down here at this time of the day. Spooky, just like I like it."
A silent order was given, and a small shower of black fuzzy spiders fell from the depths of her skits, hitting the ground on gossamer lines and skittering off in different directions.
One scuttled over from her hand onto his, and then made its way up to his arm.
"I will need you to keep me from walking into anything if you can, I am going to check things out now."
Her normal eyes grew distant and she stared straight forward and a little bit down, effectively blind as she switched her sight from one spider to the next and so on.
She smiled, a little secretive curl of her lips. "I have access to student files, as well as the Danger Room training archives. I have seen and read a lot of things."
Including about Xavier, but there was no reason to let secrets spill without a need and he was probably the most boring x-men trainee's she had ever read about.
Ah... there was that friend's thing again. It was... endearing? She'd only even teased him and given him a slight cold shoulder so it was a tad bit confusing where it had apparently started.
"One can only hope so. Apparently, I've eaten people before. I can't imagine much worse than that."
The driver swerved a little and she smiled at his confused face in the rearview mirror, as four bright blue principle arachnid eyes gradually appeared on her forehead like decorative gems.
The rest of the ride went smoothly, if a bit tense, as the driver was trying to figure out if that had been a weird joke by two kids. They arrived at the destination, which was a block away from where their target was supposed to be arriving, and Megan climbed out.
"Cab drivers must have some very interesting stories from customers in this city."
She headed off in the direction of her chosen stakeout, which was a smaller abandoned building just down from the warehouse where the operation was run. They were close enough to the docks that water could be heard slapping on the wooden pillars, and you could smell salt in the air.
It was cold, considering it was winter, and though goosebumps popped up on the exposed parts of her she didn't outwardly react to the chill.
Megan just raised an eyebrow at him, waiting patiently for him to correct himself... which he did.
"Yes, he does tend to be one of the more violent x-men.. but no, I wouldn't say it's fair to blame her antic's solely on him. I know quite a bit about where she came from and she had always had a propensity toward things of a more violent nature. Not everyone is as... peacefully inclined as you."
"Saphirus, that is his name by the way, simply took her wild, chaotic energy and tried to teach her how to use it appropriately."
She paused, lips pursing, "Obviously he failed, but they butted heads quite a bit about his teaching methods, so it was only a matter of time."
The conversation moved along, "It was me. Apparently, I needed to hide from someone, so I found myself some back ally doctor and... well, that happened." She mumbled something under her breath about her older self not being the smartest, and moved along again.
"After I get the information I need, I do plan on bringing other people in. I have the local department on speed dial." She wasn't about to fish out her phone to show him; he'd just have to believe her. "I don't think it would be wise to involve anyone else when the information I am seeking probably involves illegal things I have done, and there is no guarantee that I will stay this age forever. I... would like to know, nonetheless, but I do have to try and protect myself a little... right?" She hoped that made sense. Involving anyone other than Mirror, Saph, and now Xavier just felt like unneeded danger.
"I hope you realize exactly how much I am trusting you with here. I was.. not a great person, apparently. According to Saph I had a change of heart toward the end before I de-aged, but up until that point I was someone who you would be trying to arrest."
For once, she let a little emotion slip out and frowned. "I never thought I would be capable of being that, and I feel like if I can figure out how my older self fell into that life, I can keep the current me out of it, for as long as I am like this."
Again with that needlessly hurt thing. "What exactly do you think it is that I plan on doing? Punching the information out of people? I just painted my nails." She huffed, "I m really starting to question what kind of antics you get up to where you have to badger people relentlessly about if they intend on needlessly hurting people."
A cab pulled up and she slid inside, thanking both Xavier and the driver. She plugged in the directions with the cab services app and sat back in the seat.
"The target's name is Neil Spears. He's the head of the underground organization running this particular counterfeit ring. They specialize in passable large bills and from what I can tell supply them to other criminal organizations around the city for use." Her gaze slid Xavier's way, "From what I can tell from the meager bits of information I have found I used to work for or with him at some point in my adult life."
She paused, letting that sink in, "Yes... that means I was very possibly a criminal myself."
She still didn't know so much. Saph was tightlipped about various things and Mirror had known her older self as being mischievous to an illegal degree, but not outright criminal. So... she could only look at the pieces she had so far found and try to get a bigger picture from them.
"I know she isn't. She briefly wondered how much else to say... and if it was a bad idea. "I have seen her in various situations around the school that break that preconceived notion. But, that doesn't change the fact that she leans toward violence whenever possible, so my point still stands."
Digging in her purse again, she pulled out a little crinkled photo. It was of her older self; short hair, an entirely different face, and a very mean expression.
"Apparently at some point I was also like that. This is who I used to be. This is who those men inside the organization would know, and so I will be asking them, politely, if they had ever worked with her and how so." After she let him get his fill of the picture, she tucked it back away.
"The intention here is to find out the information I want, on top of putting this organization out of business and temporarily crippling some of the more prominent crime families in the area."
The teen grinned in a mischievous sort of way. "Hit them in the pocket book and all that jazz."
"None of the people that will be involved happen to be anyone I would waste energy being concerned about. The numerous deadends I have encountered while trying to puzzle together who exactly I used to be and what exactly it was that I did for a living have led me here, and I refuse to give up now."
Was she saying that because she knew it would work? "Yes. Absolutely, that should be obvious."
...the friend comment threw her off a little, and she stared at him for a long, silent moment. "I don't have many of those yet, but... I suppose if you are offering the title I would be a fool not to take it."
Megan blinked at his.. um... rules. "I hope you don't expect me to be doing any fighting? I am not exactly the.. type, though I can defend myself to a degree. The whole point of me bringing you in on this was so that you would effectively be the battering ram for me. Of course, we would be following your rules if you are the one leading the charge."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, suspicious, and contemplating. "... did you invent those rules explicitly to try and keep your volatile girlfriend under some degree of control? I can't imagine it's working."
Ah, but that was another matter entirely. Megan pulled her phone from a slim little purse hanging from one shoulder, to check the time.
"We have half an hour to get to the site before the target gets there. I suspect he won't be alone, so we will need to stake the place out for a bit.
Turning toward the street, she waited to hail a cab.
"I have come across some information that led me down a paper trail, to someone who might know some things about who I was before I was de-aged. The problem is that this person probably won't be very forthcoming with any answers he might have... and there is the possibility that things could turn... violent."
She pondered on how much to tell him, but... with this one honesty was probably key.
"Out of everyone I know you are the most accessible, and honestly the easiest to sway, so I would like to formally request that you accompany me to see this task done, as my bodyguard."
She held up a hand with freshly lacquered nails to stop him before he could rebuttal.
"And, before you say anything, let me make this clear. one; I am going regardless of what you say, and two; this is a chance for you to do some real good in the city, as well as a favor to me, and three; I will owe you a favor in return, that you can claim at any time, on my word."
Outwardly, she showed no signs of just how entertained she was with the guy's antics. She turned her eyes on Laira next, "I hope the pictures turned out okay! That third one looks really good if I do say so myself."
She turned on her heels and clip-clopped right back out the door with a dainty handwave, expecting Xavier to dutifully follow.
Once they were safely outside, she popped her parasol back open and let it rest on her shoulder.
"How familiar with the process of counterfeit money production are you, exactly?" She seemed to think better of it a moment later and wave her question off. "No, nevermind, that doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things.... Exactly how confident are you in your ability to protect someone from harm?"
She waited for her answer, expression set back in the hard to read poker face she always wore, unless something amused her.
"I wish I was, but unfortunately, I came for business. You run a fine store though, I must say." Though, even if that was the case, she had dressed up specifically for the job. The number of spider-themed comic book characters was numerous, and the outfits were quite tempting.
Ethan, as he was called, extended a hand to her and she willingly put hers in his. She had seen nothing of his character to judge him so far or any of them for that matter. "Hello Ethan. Nice to meet you." She glanced down at his shirt or tried to, but her eyes fixated on the throbbing vein in his neck and she... lost focus for a moment.
"I like your shirt. Limited edition, isn't it?" She had no clue. Hadn't even seen the design on his shirt yet. Forcing a blink, she turned her attention to the mousey one in the back who was peeking up over her laptop screen.
A well-timed wink was sent her way before she withdrew her hand from Ethans and turned her attention back to the reason she was there in the first place.
"Xavier... might I borrow you for a bit? I have a favor to ask."
A nerd haven. Of course. Why would she be at all surprised that he was here of all places at this time of night?
Closing the little lace parasol she had brought with her for image (and because there was a knife hidden expertly in the handle) she let herself into the shop... which appeared empty at first. Where was everyone? Why in the back of course. She knew exactly where they were because she could see them if she so wished.
With her parasol hanging from one pale arm, she headed slowly for the back, taking time to at least look at the wares on various shelves as she passed. Her older self had apparently been a fan, and she could see the appeal, but current her had never dabbled. At least not yet. There was too much to learn. Too much to catch up on, and it didn't help that her.. hobby, tended to sap away all of her extra time.
Her heel delicately clip-clopped as she went, polished black babydoll shoes that were perhaps a bit taller than originally intended. Megan was already fairly tall for her age at 5'6, but the heels put her at a solid 5'9". Where she had once been shy about her height, now she rather enjoyed looking down at those shorter than her.
A solitary door at the back led to her destination, and after peeking through the eyes of the spider inside, she was rather amused to see them all looking her way.
With a slow twist and a swing, she let herself inside the secluded back room and laid her luminous eyes on the inhabitants inside. Standing in the doorframe with the light from behind a stark contrast to the sheer amount of black on her, she stood out like a sore thumb from the rest of them. A black dress with sheer lace that hung to her knees with tendrils cinched at the waist with a faux corset and a splash of delicate spider web themed lace to cover her pale neck and shoulder.
She smiled, lips ruby red against pale white teeth with perhaps just a tiny trace of blood around the edges and brushed some errant black strands of hair from her eyes.
"Xavier. What a charming place you like to squirrel away in."
She glanced at the owner, who she had never met but knew was the owner, and offered a slightly wider smile. "I hope I am not intruding?"
She didn't blink, not once, as he turned to look at her. "I do not joke." Or, at the very least, not with him.
She could however take pity on him. "I assumed you knew, seeing as they are virtually all over the place. Right up there with the pictures of Cold Steel in circulation. Apparently, I am mistaken." She polished off the rest of her meatshake real quick, heading over to deposit it by the sink helpfully, and started walking out of the room.
"I am going to assume then, that the pictures are being circulated without your consent and thus whenever I come across one I will confiscate it and have the one in possession of it reprimanded." Back to work it seemed! It had been a nice little break from homework and spying, too.
"And don't worry about me having your various nudes. You are in every way, shape, and form not my type and I have absolutely zero sexual interest in you. I will return your pictures to you when I have gathered up the lot of them." She paused just before walking out the door and tossed in a little something else without turning to look back.
"Also, before I go, I had been meaning to tell you that the one slipping confession notes and those chocolates you hate into your locker is Lilly, from 2nd period. She's planning on confessing her feelings to you soon, apparently, so I would suggest you think up a few ways in which to let her down gently. She's an ugly crier."
With that, and without looking back or bidding them farewell, the hard haired teenager left the kitchen and was off.
Megan found herself smirking at the male while she picked at her meal. He was pretty easy to goal since he was rightfully too nice for his own good. But... maybe she picked on him a bit too often. She didn't fully believe his goody goody act all the time. Humans were flawed things and it was often nearly impossible to be good and kind all the time.
"... I was testing out scaling walls last week and got stuck on my own ceiling for about three hours, so... yes, everybody has embarrassing power gaffs sometimes."
Her suspicions didn't mean she had to be mean though, now did it?
"Besides! You have gained almost a cult following for occasionally flashing people in the city. Were you aware that girls around here trade snippets of pictures from online where you were caught less than fully dressed? You're like the newest card collection game."
... Being nice was hard and she was trying, okay?!
"When I was this age before, the first time, I hadn't developed any such powers yet. I thought I was human like the rest of my family." ... What a wonderful surprise that had been.
"From what I have gathered from asking around after my power originally developed other aspects of it gradually popped up as well. Though in my case at least, I am inclined to believe it is only a worsening of my condition that I am noticing, and perhaps aspects of my power that I hadn't previously been aware of being discovered."
She slurped up some of her... shake, and licked the blood off her lips after. "It could be different for each person... I'm sure some mutations out there must be flexible in the sense that if you pushed them in one direction vs another they might end up adapting to it in a way the feels like a 'growth'."
Her eerie gaze landed on Xavier, "For example... your base mutation seems pretty clear cut upon first look, but I'm sure there are tons of ways you could apply it that might one day feel like a breakthrough into something else."
A small smile formed, "I would recommend attempting to curb your habit of ending up in the buff if you do try to push your boundaries, maybe all else."
Andrea, despite herself, tripped over her own feet at the very notion that the kind young man routinely somehow ended up naked.
She swirled her straw around a bit in her cup. "None of the other known mutations in my family line are like mine. I get my looks from my grandmother mostly, but the rest of my family members at least share similarities in hair color, height, and base weight."
As far as she knew her mutation was the only example of one to actively turn on its host in that it had, at some stage, altered her to the point that her basic physiology had shifted.
"There is also the possibility that while each X gene might be the same they each react differently to the specific chemical makeup of the body they inhabit. Mine, for example, seems to be evolving in such a way that it is actively altering my physical state, Genes... DNA... whathaveyou, with each random growth. Like each gene within each individual is the same base campfire, but external components can lead the fire to go in a variety of different ways?"
She found a small chunk of bone and crunched away at it while watching the two other people in the room.
The blender clicked off and she unplugged it. "Perhaps," She turned and leaned against the counter while stirring the calcium powder into her now full cup. "it depends on the genetic diversity of the subject? Maybe similarity in Mutation comes from correlation with how similar the genetic structure of the family line is. The more diverse the genes, the more dissimilar the power is to the rest of the family?"
She plopped her straw in and took a sip. Considering how it looked, it sure tasted a lot better. To her, at least.
The Greek looked... surprised? Why surprised? Had she been such a dolt in her adult years that having an opinion like that was surprising??
"Families can certainly be more or less diverse genetically than others. I suppose having a very well mixed bloodline could theoretically have an impact on what kind of mutation forms." Andrea responded, tapping a few fingers on her chin in thought.
