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.
Oli braced themself as August picked up the phone. They still weren't convinced this wasn't a bomb, or at least some sort of trap. And even though they don't need to breath Oli found themself holding their breath as the phone was opened.
Then the hologram scene played out in front of them.
And Oli lost it. The little avatar began to laugh, the laughter growing until they were doubled over and clutching at their stomach. A few times Oli attempted to speak, most just breathy 'haa's and 'hoo's. The little tech mutant getting a pretty big kick out of the illusion.
Eventually Oli was able to compose themself.
"Gosh! And you had me worried for nothing! Master violinist and master prankster!"
Suddenly the avatar changed, just barely, their curly red hair now done up in little space buns.
"Not a bad look!"
Oli looked up at August, still grinning.
"I had a feeling you were a mutant! Are all your abilities related to pop culture references?"
9-1-1 was a pretty short phone number. Luckily August was able to stop them before they could make the call. The avatar squinted slightly, suspicious. Something about his tone was...weird. Like Willy Wonka half-heartedly pleading for the children not to wander off.
And, while Nokia's weren't Oli's preferred tech, they had never seen a Nokia beep that way, nor flash a red light.
Suspicious-er and suspicious-er.
Oli addressed August, even though they were turned to face the Nokia.
"Well...it's not my phone, you...uhm...borrowed it from my client." They let out a soft sigh, remembering they would have to explain that to their supervisors later. "He might be trying to get in contact to get his phone back...could you read the message for me?"
While this was out of the ordinary for an old phone Oli wasn't about to dismiss it quite yet, especially if it was their client trying to get in touch. That or maybe Oli was just gullible.
The avatar gave a little bow as August introduced himself.
"Nice to meet you Mister August, I like your haircut!"
Oli, luckily, didn't experience motion sickness. At the point in their life they were pretty used to being tossed and swung around. They spent too much time in pockets and backpacks to have a weak stomach. Oli's polygonal eyes flickered around the screen.
"And, I haven't forgotten that I owe you, I've got Venmo and Paypal..."
Their voice faded out, the avatars eyes suddenly looking over August's shoulder at the strange red light. Had that...always been there? Oh gosh...maybe the pair accidentally set off a security alarm...Oli squinted slightly, trying to get a better look, but was unable to see the source of the light. Such is the struggle of only being able to see where they were pointed at.
And then the beeping started, and August could hear it too.
The little avatar frantically started pointing behind August, trying to get him to turn around.
"Oh gosh! Uh! I think there might be a bomb! Run! Hurry!"
Oli sounded genuinely afraid. And now Oli wished they were back inside the Nokia. For all its flaws Nokias were comically durable, and with any luck were durable enough to survive an explosion.
"H-hold on! Well keep running! Uh...don't worry! I'll call the police!"
Suddenly Oli's avatar vanished from the screen, and the phone's dial pad screen opened.
Oli really didn't consider themself to be the best judge of character. There had been times were they trusted people who turned out to be cruel, and feared people who wouldn't hurt a fly. It also didn't help that they, currently, couldn't even see why they were talking to. So they couldn't watch his body language or facial expressions.
Worst case scenario, they hop from one phone to the other and and reveal they are a mutant. And then this guy freaks out and smashes them on the concrete.
Best case scenario, this guy is also a mutant and the two fist bump and bond.
Oli continued to noodle their choice, eventually deciding the guy couldn't be that bad. He was a music major! Who studies music for four years and comes out the other side bigoted! Right?
"I...wouldn't say it's a secret...more of a precaution...Alright, I'll show you. Do me a favor and tap the phones together?"
August agreed, and tapped the two phones together in a motion that looked more like toasting glasses. This motion was entirely lost on Oli, who still couldn't see. If they could have seen they probably would have approved. But they immediately sense when the two phone's touched.
A soft glow appeared around the Nokia. After a moment that glow faded, and the glow then appeared around the newer phone. The glow pulsated a moment, and then too faded. The phone, completely untouched, woke itself out of 'sleep' mode. A, very long, password was entered and the phone navigated itself to it's home screen. The phone, aside from the fact it operated itself, initially seemed completely normal.
But then, drifting among the apps, Oli themself appeared. And while the figure was made of polygons and some detail was lost they were clearly humanoid shaped and fully animated. Pale skin and bright red hair, wearing what looked like a hoodie and sweat pants. The avatar stretched their arms above their head.
"Golly! It's nice to be back in a modern phone! Old tech puts such an ache in my back!"
The avatar of Oli gives their torso a twist, trying to work out a knot. After a moment they turn to face August, smiling up at him. Finally, back in a phone with a camera, they could get a good look at him.
"Thanks for the ride! I appreciate it!" The avatar laughs, nervously scratching at the back of their head. "Oh gosh! Where are my manners! My name is ZERO-L-ONE, or Oli if you prefer!"
>> “I am a concert violinist with the New York orchestra.”
The voice coming from the phone, again, sounded excited and genuinely impressed.
"Wow! Really? You must be really really good!"
August was able to make it to the backpack without being axe-murdered, but the creepy and dirty atmosphere of the parking garage made it the perfect backdrop for such a scene. Who's to say there wasn't an axe-murderer somewhere in this garage, or he was on a lunch break.
Looking at the backpack reveals that it was left unzipped. And inside the backpack...was...a...phone. Another phone. A much newer, and nicer, phone than the Nokia in his hands. And even better the phone was in a very cute phone case, featuring some round, cartoon, animals. The juxtaposition of the old and tattered backpack and the bright and shiny phone was almost comical.
The echoing sound of footsteps stopped, and Oli assumed the pair had made it to the backpack.
"Alright! We made it! If you'd be so kind as to set the Nokia in the bag that would be lovely!"
There is a pause, and then the voice spoke up again, far less cheery and far more...socially awkward.
"Uh...uhm...mister are you, like...uh...cool? You know...'cool'?"
A horrible way of gauging whether or not Oli will display their mutation further by shifting from one phone to the other, or just hope the guy leaves them be.
Oli was quiet, contemplating what to say next. This guy was...interesting? Seemed to think the worse of people, even mentioned that he was sorry to be around them. And yet also claimed to be good with people. Well...they supposed one could be good at something without enjoying it. Like...janitors.
What he said next was far more interesting to Oli, and prompted responses far less likely to offend whoever was carrying them right now.
Music! Violin! How exciting! Oli loved music, but they didn't get opportunities to listen to live music very often.
The voice again came through the speaker of the phone, still staticky and muffled, but with an unmistakable tone of excitement.
"Are you and your violin stuck in a dead end job? I could imagine that's an easy way to feel trapped."
Oli could hear echoed footsteps as the two entered the parking garage. The place was rundown and nearly empty. Across from the entrance it was easy to spot the elevator, a large OUT OF ORDER sign tapped to the rusted door. And, on a ledge near the elevator, sat a small green backpack. The drab green blended in nicely with the trashy parking garage.
The pair traveled silently for a bit. And while the Nokia had no GPS tracking capabilities Oli still had a sense of time. They figured they were getting pretty close to the parking garage. Eventually the silence was broken and Oli found themself...conflicted by his question. It felt like a challenge, or a test.
This time when the man spoke his voice was much louder, clearer. He was actually speaking into the mouth piece. Acting like he was on a phone call. Clever! Oli took a calculated risk, hoping their math wasn't too bad. As thing time when Oli responded it wasn't the gentle 'ding!' of a new message, but with their voice.
"Trapped? Hmm...I suppose so! That guy was weird but...sadly that wasn't the first time a customer got...personal with me..."
The voice on the other end was pretty badly compressed and staticky, this Nokia not providing great call clarity.
"I suppose I should thank you, you must have been very persuasive to get him out of that line."
Oli didn't need to breath but they held their breath waiting for the man's response. And when the message was received Oli relaxed a bit. "Owing" was a bit of a vague term, hopefully one this guy didn't try to take advantage of. The Nokia's audio port took in the sound of footsteps, and quieter and quieter voices. It seemed like he had agreed to help, which was nice of him.
A few more messages arrived, confirming this suspicion.
"i apologize. is this easier to read?"
Oli responded, now using only lowercase letters.
"i had hoped you were just joking, but ive been in some rather...unfortunate places."
Very quickly another message arrived.
"and by 'i' i mean my phone has been."
Not the smoothest of saves. Oli groaned inwardly. Talking to people, outside of work and talking about tech things, was hard. But as much as they wanted to drop the whole 'IT working remotely' excuse completely they couldn't, not yet. This guy could still be dangerous...he had claimed to be a wizard earlier. There was still a bit of a walk between the store and the parking garage...maybe Oli would just keep their mouth shut.
Inwardly Oli sighed, their lie was coming apart pretty quickly. They really weren't that great at lying, nor coming up with excuses on the spot. And being stuck in a phone from the 2000s wasn't helping.
>> “Ginny threw Tom riddles diary into the toilet...”
A message appeared on the screen, maybe a bit too quickly.
"HEY! HEY! LET'S NOT BE TOO HASTY!"
There was a pause, and Oli knew they messed up. The guy probably knew they were listening now, on account of them responding to something he said and didn't type. At this point they had given up on trying to keep their identity under wraps, now focusing entirely on not being thrown in the toilet.
Oli, again, took a pause on the other voices they could hear. The man who was holding them, and some lady seemed to repeat what he said? Without a camera they were missing a major part of this interaction.
Another message appears:
"THERE IS A PARKING GARAGE NEAR HERE. ON THE FIRST FLOOR, NEAR THE ELEVATOR IS A BACKPACK. THE PHONE CAN GO THERE."
Quickly after a second message arrives.
"I CAN EXPLAIN MYSELF FURTHER, BUT NOT IN SUCH A LARGE CROWD."
Oli couldn't hear the heavy breathing anymore, and their suspicions were confirmed by the next few messages that popped into the phone alongside them. Huh...so their client just...left? To take a shower? That seemed...suspicious. But it matched what their audio input had picked up. This wasn't great. Sure, they weren't being harassed and potentially kidnapped by someone with a tech fetish, but that guy had still been a client. Hopefully the weirdness of the situation would prevent Oli from getting in trouble.
W-Wizard? Oh gosh another nut had picked them up. If they were lucky this person was just a Pagan, or super into crystals. In the worse case scenario they had run into...well someone who thought they were a wizard. And apparently this stranger thought they were a wizard too. Wizards, ghosts, AI...Oli was two for two on strangers finding them and having a hard time identifying what they were.
Oli felt frozen a moment, or maybe it was just the Nokia struggling.
After a moment a response appeared on the screen.
"LOL! NO WIZARD HERE! JUST AN IT SPECIALIST WORKING REMOTELY! SEEMS MY CLIENT HAS LEFT, SHAME."
This was a pretty shallow lie. There probably wasn't an IT specialist alive right now who could remotely control a Nokia. But Oli was banking on their current carrier not knowing a lot about technology.
For a moment there was a sound that came through the Nokia's speaker. And while it was soft, and rather compressed, it sounded...almost like someone exhaling? The sound was cut off quickly, as if whatever made the sound realized it was a mistake.
Oli was starting to fear that all people in New York were insane. This job had started like any other. Oli was placed in a meet up location, today's client a gentleman named Mr. Branford. He was looking to update his phone, and wanted some assistance. Easy enough! Oli enjoyed going to phone stores and helping clients find the perfect fit for their budget and needs.
The good parts of this job ended about there. He was upgrading his phone from a Nokia. A NOKIA! Who even used one of those anymore. And worse, he insisted Oli come with him inside the Nokia, not their personal phone.
And worse-worse, this guy was a friend of one of their supervisors, so saying no was going to be difficult.
Luckily the walk over wasn't too uncomfortable. The pair communicated through the text functions on the phone, writing back and forth to each other. Oli asked some basic questions: Budget, functions he wanted, storage size, all basic questions. Once they got to the store, however, things took a turn for the creepy. There was a line, no surprise February was when a lot of people were gifted phones. But it was here, in this downtime, where the...unprofessional questions started.
He was no longer asking about phones, instead asking about Oli themself.
The tech mutant tried to deflect these the best they could, the text records reflected this, letting the man down as easy as possible. He was a friend of their supervisor, and Oli was technically trapped at the moment, so one wrong step could be...bad.
For the first time, maybe ever, Oli was thankful to be in an old piece of tech. The Nokia didn't have a camera, so they didn't have to look at the person holding them. But, unfortunately, it did have an audio receiver, so they had to listen to his heavy breathing.
>> “You want to give me that? And you want to run home and take a long, cold shower.”
Oli paused their reply a moment...had they just...heard that? It was faint, the Nokia wasn't known for it's great audio input. But they...swore they heard someone else. Oli steadied themself. It was probably nothing, just another person waiting in line.
After a moment a message popped up on the Nokia's screen.
1 NEW MESSAGE - "WOW. THAT IS A VERY SWEET OFFER MISTER BRANFORD. UNFORTUNATELY I MUST KEEP A SORT OF BARRIER BETWEEN MY WORK AND PERSONAL LIFE, FOR PROTECTION. I AM SURE YOU UNDERSTAND."
August's observation was confirmed, as this message was seemingly sent by the very same phone he was holding in his hands. And while it's impossible to really tell someone's tone through a text message, if the previous messages were any indication, they were trying to reject them gently. [/font][/font]
The sidewalk was suddenly getting closer and closer to Oli. Eisen had made it back to the ground, so it wasn't like they were too far above the concrete. They doubted they would break if they fell from this distance but they still didn't want to explain a cracked screen to their supervisors. Luckily they wouldn't have to, as the phone suddenly stopped, Eisen able to 'stick' them in the air and catch them. Once Oli was back in his hand, they laughed nervously.
"Heh...sorry about that, I got excited! Great catch by the way!"
>> “Hey. You know what’s more exciting than just walking into Dave & Busters?”
The avatar of Oli cocked their head slightly, confused as the pair walked down an...alleyway? Eventually Eisen gave Oli's phone a sweep around the area, letting the tech-mutant take in the scene. Oli was pretty thankful they couldn't smell. This alley looked...gross. Eisen must have an iron stomach to eat a large serving of processed snacks and then stand near so much garbage.
>> “What do you think? I’m sure the kitchen is through here, but we could also check the roof.”
Woah! Were they breaking in? This guy was hardcore! Well...if sneaking into an arcade was 'hardcore' Not that Oli minded too much. They did do a lot of stealing and...dubious things for a living. For a moment they considered offering to just pay for his entry fee. And yet, this was far more interesting.
The keypad on the door interested Oli.
"Hmm...I bet I could get us in through this door, but sneaking through the kitchen would be on you...It's hard to say if the roof would be any easier to get in..."
The avatar smiled up at Eisen, rubbing their hands together mischievously.
"Well...you're the one with legs! Wanna try the roof? Or should I sneak us in this door!"
So Eisen hadn't been in New York too long. Longer than Oli had been, but he grew up somewhere else. Still he knew more about the city, they couldn't wait to ask him about...well everything! And yet before they had time to rattle off a dozen questions, Eisen asked them something.
>> “What brought you to New York, Oli? Do you have family here?”
"The company I work for wanted to move out there. You know how work is, so I had to come along too!" Oli's avatar drifted around the phone screen, polygonal eyes taking in as much as their camera could see. "We used to be out west, in California. So you can imagine how rough my first winter here was!"
Oli laughed nervously when Eisen mentioned family. The avatar on the phone fidgeted with their hands.
"And, uh, no family out here. They are all back west."
The quiet discomfort completely vanished from Oli's voice when they spotted the Dave N' Busters in the distance. The phone Oli was in began to vibrate, the mutant unable to contain their excitement. The rumbling only grew in intensity as the pair got closer. Oli's avatar clapped their hands together, eyes flickering around. There were so many colorful LED lights! And so many loud sounds! And the two hadn't even gotten inside yet!
"YOU HAVE A-RRIVED AT YOUR DES-TINATION. DAVE-N BUS-TERS!"
Oli thought a moment. They certainly have been inside a convenience store before...right? Maybe when they were really young on a road trip with their...parents. Oli was quiet. They hadn't meant to make themself feel...homesick? Nostalgic? Regardless Oli kept the smile on their face, not wanting to stress out their new friend, finally shrugging to answer his question.
>> “You’ve probably never had a Bloop Razzle then! Boy, you haven’t truly lived until you’ve had a Bloop Razzle.”
There was something hilariously serious about the way Eisen said that. Like Oli was truly missing one of the great wonders of the world. There was a stunned pause, and then a loud laugh from Oli. Their eyes squeezing shut. Once they composed themself they finally spoke, eyes drifting towards what remained of Eisen's Bloop Razzle.
"You're right! I haven't...It looks so...radioactive blue...I would be afraid it would instantly stop my heart with all that sugar."
Dave N' Busters? Like the super cool arcade? The avatar of Oli perked up significantly, clasping their hands together in excitement. Eisen was really gonna take them to an arcade? Oli's eyes glanced up, towards where the time is displayed on their phone.
"I have a few hours! Hold on!"
Oli's avatar suddenly vanished from the phone's screen, and a Map Application was opened. Dave N' Busters was quickly typed into the search bar, all without Eisen touching the phone. For a moment the selections 'walking' and 'driving' were toggled between, Oli eventually landing on walking. The Start button was pressed, the phone mapping out their route. Suddenly Oli's voice came from the speakers, although sounding far more one-note and robotic than before.
"STARTING ROUTE-TO DAVE-N BUS-TERS"
There was a soft coughing sound, as Oli's normal voice returned.
"Ahem, uh, I'll direct you, it's a pretty quick walk seeing as we don't have to deal with traffic."
Every so often Oli would chirp out a direction. And in between the walking direction's they asked:
"Have you been living in New York long, Mister Eisen? I've only just been relocated here! So I've been trying to get used to the city!"
They were...valuable? Huh...they hadn't really thought about that. But value was a...strange concept for what Oli was. Yes, they made their supervisors a lot of money. And yes, if they were destroyed TETRA would be in hot water, there aren't many people who could do that Oli does. Was that value? Oli wasn't sure. They were an asset, yes, and an important one at that. But at the same time, if they were destroyed, Oli doubted anyone would cry at their funeral. If they got a funeral at all.
Oli was pulled from this thought process as Eisen picked them up again.
They were about to make a snide comment, about hoping Eisen's hands were clean and cheese-dust free, but the...somber look on Eisen's face stopped them.
>> "Are you happy with what you do?"
Oli smiled, and answered rather quickly.
"Oh yes! My job is very fun! And I am rather good at it!"
This answer...sounded almost exactly like the answer you would get from a burned out cashier. But a burned out cashier who knew they manager was nearby.
>> "I mean, you don't really have to answer that question... I just noticed you hadn't really left to use the bathroom or anything yet. And I'm not really sure if you're watching me from some luxury room with monitors all over and I'm keeping you from other things..."
The avatar's bright smile faded slightly, their expression starting to grown concerned. Was...Eisen okay? He seemed fidgety and uncomfortable, and Oli figured this was being brought on by more than just the huge amount of cheese he had been eating. Oli gave a weak smile, dark eyes peering up at Eisen.
"Mister Eisen, you aren't 'keeping me from other things', I would tell you if I had to go back to work!" They scratched at the back of their head, a little embarrassed. "Plus! This little...adventure we've gone on...it's been fun!"
Oli paused, thinking over their next words very carefully. They...wanted to reassure Eisen, but knew they couldn't come completely clean...oh well...a little more lying never hurt.
"To...to tell you the truth, Mister Eisen, I don't get to leave my...room very often. You're right, I don't get out much. So I'm happy just to be...looking around. I mean! I got to visit a 7-11! That was super cool!"
