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?
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"Indeed, my boy, anything is indeed possible." My Boy. Odd, he didn't know this young man well enough to say something like that. Where had that come from?
The Doctor nodded as Ty mentioned a feeling of Deja Vu. Why was it so that he felt the same, now? Odd. It was a feeling to explore at a later time, though. They were headed here for a reason! He would have to return to his office soon, else he would miss the evening rush. He couldn't leave his poor patients out in the cold, or worse, in the care of that young upstart.
The search of the apartment was interesting. While young Mr.Fisher dug around, Doc found himself staring at... a lamp shade? Why did it make him feel happy? An old TV set. He reached out and touched the dial on it. Fondness. He took off his hat, placing the shoe on a handy coat rack with a different shoe on it already.
It really was a strange feeling. He looked up when the young man produced a gun, flinching a bit before recognizing the calmness of the situation. Oh, how he disdained weapons meant for killing. Still, the one called Roach by all reports did not. "Y-Yes. Careful with it, though, Young man." Ah, yes, Young man, a much better thing to call him.
The boy removed his glove and touched the weapon.
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At what point was a gun, a gun? In the case of the powers of one Ty Fisher, It was when it was fresh off the factory line! A pristine gloved hand tested the action, found it passed inspection, and boxed it carefully, neatly, to avoid finger prints. There it lay for some time, a young weapon with so, so much potential!
And then someone purchased it! Simon. Lots of happy memories with Simon! Then, Simon put it on top of a shelf one day, and left it forever. Could a gun feel sad? A new pair of hands found it before too long. One Tyler Fisher's nervous hands. Plenty of interesting things happened, until a faithful moment in which, with only three bullets to its name, it fired upon a woman moping on a fire escape, and then fell... It hit the grating of the fire escape, and then slid, slid, sliiiiiiid.
And it fell to the earth below.
Was that to be its fate, then? Left to rust in an alley way ditch in New York City?
It seemed so, for hours, until... A figure danced into the alley. Grasping a folded up umbrella it swayed from left to right, taking a few steps one way, pirouetting and drifting to the other as it made its way closer, and came into focus. The Giant cockroach ceased humming a tune he'd had on his mind, placing a set of hands on his hips and huffing.
"Really, I must teach that troublesome young man to clean up after himself!" A buggy hand reached down and grasped the weapon, pulling back the slide to check if it was loaded. It was. "You, though, you are a treasure, aren't you? Yes, I think I shall name you.... Reginald! Come Reginald! We have much work to do!"
Indeed, they did. It was the beginning of a strange, but wonderful partnership! Reginald spent much his time inside of a comfy shell, coming out to be cleaned occasionally, but more often to shoot someone! Plenty of times, too! Shooting people crossing the street, shooting people looking at father funny, shooting people who didn't look at father funny when they should have! Reginald was a busy gun! Why, one example was particularly neat.
Reggie was already out of the nice warm shell. Warm air rushed about as he was waved around in a hand that talked casually. "Yes, that is indeed why I am here, Miss. I really do wish to kill your husband!" The bug sat at a kitchen table in a small suburban home, his legs crossed before him as he spoke to three people, a woman and two teenagers, all tied to chairs. and staring at him in terror, their mouths taped over several times.
"You see, he and his partner are the only two loose ends left, and might I say, they have done some... very good work for the cause!" He poked at a phone with his tiny chest hands, and showed the family the video of one Mrs. Maxine from Wolf news getting knocked around by several police officers. "Yes, it's from this morning! Neat isn't it!" He tilted his head as a little bug skittered up and spoke to him.
"Oh, that'll be him! Great! I'm going to have him watch me eat all of you, and then kill him! It's sure to be a good time!"
The bug danced to the front door as a key was put into the lock. He then opened the door, and Reginald got to put a bullet in each knee cap!
He then kept his promise to the family. Reginald got to watch from the kitchen counter, and then got to finish the weeping officer off!
He stayed warm in his shell case for a time after that, until he was produced to father singing a song. "Gun sandwitch, gonna, gonna eat a gun sammich~ Gunna gunna eat. a. guuuuun sammich!" As he slathered Reginald in Mayonnaise and placed him inbetween moldy bread slices. All went dark for a moment as a bunch of gnawing and a bit of a crunch was followed by an angry screech, and Reginald was tossed behind the couch into a pile of refuse, punishment for chipping his father's tooth.
There, Reginald sat, as lonely as an inanimate object could be, until one Tyler Fisher picked it up again.
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Yes, yes it all made sense. Based on what he'd gathered, the Roach had cohorts throughout the city. Perhaps this young man was related to one somehow? Maybe he was one, and he had, indeed, traveled forward through time. Far stranger things had happened, after all. He was from a different universe. Even so, with his ability, and closeness to all of this, he may be the final piece of the puzzle in solving just who Roach was.
It wasn't a long walk, though it wasn't a short one, either. "Mr. Fisher, it is at this point I must admit that I am new in town, relatively. New in universe, actually. I came from the alternate world that joined with this one a while back. Though, I suspect you have no idea what I am talking about in that regard. Asking you to suspend your disbelief, I would state plainly that anyone who lived in the universe I came from also had an alternate self in this one. In this world, my alternate self was called... Roach. Does the name ring a bell?"
He turned a corner and oriented himself for a moment. Ty might notice they were getting rather close to the sanctuary. "Ah, yes. This way. Roach... From what I gather, Was not as balanced as I. Where I sought to control the more base urges that come with this form, he embraced them to... startling extremes."
The sanctuary came into sight, but rather than walk toward it, he hung a left into an old, tall apartment building. "This way, then." Several flights of stairs later they came to a worn red door. He opened it, and stood in the hall for a moment.
Home, sweet home.
"I... Haven't come back here since soon after I arrived in this universe. I found him here... Dead. His body is gone, though the place is still a little... Messy. Perhaps something will stand out for you to use your power on?" He invited the young man in first.
The Doctor nodded in confirmation as he stated dates seemed off. Perhaps it was some sort of mass psychosis, then?
He listened patiently as he mentioned finding a space at the sanctuary that... already belonged to him? Odd. In regards to how he would fix it... Well, the giant bug merely shrugged. "I cannot help with that, though I may be able to take you to a place were you might find answers."
He folded his comp notebook neatly, and stood, placing it under his arm. "Did you see a room in your visions... A living room, with an old, green couch?" He listed more details, speaking of the apartment that the one named Roach used to live in... Where he'd found this universes' version of him... deceased.
"If your power works as you explain it does, you may yet answer some questions for me as well." He walked over to a hat rack and pulled off the sister shoe to the one nailed to the wall, placing it on his head, and grabbing his coat as well. After a beat, he looked back. "That is... If you don't mind a little adventure."
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The already somewhat pale boy went ghost white as soon as he walked into the room. The doctor nodded, as if to say 'yes, I am a giant cockroach.' Many people gave him a similar look when they walked into his room, but after a moment about 75 percent of them tended to acclimate.
The young man came and sat down, and the giant bug tilted his head a bit as he grabbed the chart. Odd, the look in his eyes told him the blanching might not have been as simple as the usual case. He got to reading the chart as Ty started speaking, but soon he'd abandoned the paper and was staring right at him.
An ever Faithful Pet... Time and distance are but distractions when destiny is at play. He shook the strange thought away. Where did that come from?
Mr.Fisher finished speaking, and doc leaned back, staring at him. "Mr... Fisher." He said, looking down at the chart. "The good news is I don't believe you are losing your mind. I have had a strange increase in people coming in and insisting they have traveled forward in time. This, however, is a first for me." He looked up again, antennae twitching with apprehension.
"We'll start at the beginning. Have you noticed any inconsistencies in the current date, and the date you recall it being last." As he spoke he reached into a drawer in the table next to him and pulled out a composite notebook, opening it and reviewing what he knew about the him from this place.
He stopped, and looked up again. "If... I were to describe a room to you, would you be able to recognize it from your visions?"
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It had actually been a busy day! It was encouraging that, as of late, word had spread about the clinic he had helped found, and furthermore, people weren't only just coming to see the rest of the doctors! Some were coming to see him as well. After little Tom, he'd had a few more young mutants come in, but he'd really struck it popular with those with visible mutations.
He helped them cope. It could be quite powerful, sitting there as a man who had gained a very visible mutation, and continued to get educated, and became a professional. It showed many people who had given up hope that there could be a future. He took a sip of his coffee and placed it off to the side. They were reaching typical lull times, when most people were at work. It gave him an opportunity to study his notes and get his paperwork ready.
All of the other therapists had gone on break already.
His antennae perked up as his intercom clicked in and the rather rushed voice of a young woman chimed in. "H-hey, sorry Mr. Samson. Another- uh- gosh, where did I put that file- there! Another visitor. Everyone else is gone for- uh- for lunch. Can you see him?" He tilted his head a bit, and then walked on over to his intercom, letting his little chest hands clean his face as he went.
"That's perfectly fine, Mrs. Bradbury. I always have time for someone who needs help!" He chirped back in his intellectual drone, and turned to sit on his chair and get his notepad ready.
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"Hi, uhm... Frank? No, no, that was the last one- Ty? The Dr.Samson will see you, now. B- Bring in your clip board and give it to him when you walk in. Thank you for waiting." A young woman with equally red hair and a disheveled, appearance waved him toward the third office door on the left before she walked back to a messy desk and got to trying to look for something she'd lost.
As the door opened, Doc spoke in a calm voice. "Come on in! Have a seat in the most comfortable looking chair, my friend!" The office was strangely decorated. It wasn't cluttered, but there were odd things, such as a shoe nailed to the wall where a picture might hang, and a banana on top of the phone rack, that might cause someone to look twice.
For three nights, nothing like the hat tipping incident had happened again. He'd even stood in front of his mirror later and tried to make it happen again each night. Had he been imagining things? He'd been working quite hard, and his reprieves were few and far between. Could it have been a temporary lapse into some state of delirium?
Either way, it hadn't happened again, and he began to settle back into his normal rhythm. It was late once again, and he was brushing his maw after a particularly delicious meal of a ham and spoiled jelly sandwich with Vegemite dip when he heard it... The slightest whisper. In a fit of alarm he accidentally chomped down on the toothbrush.
"Do you feel it?" He froze in place, and closed the glass of his medicine cabinet, staring intently at his reflection once more.
"Do you feel... Me?"
He slowly pulled out the mangled toothbrush and set it on the counter next to the sink.
The figure in the reflection did not do the same.
"You will."
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With a gasp he woke from a fitful slumber. The Giant bug sat up in bed quickly, and looked around his dark apartment room slowly. Just a dream. Such a strange one. He nervously cleaned his compound eyes for a moment, and then got up to get a drink of water.
As he passed the bathroom, he couldn't help but fixate on the ruined toothbrush on the counter.
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Life in New York City was a stressful affair. Everything was in a constant state of motion, people never slept, even on this side of the rift. The place was a constant storm of people trying to live, trying to grow, reaching for the stars or barely keeping their heads above water, and sometimes both of those last two at the same time. This was why it was incredibly important to take time to decompress.
That was exactly what Greg was doing on this night. The doctor let out a content sigh as he looked up from the book he'd been reading(Oliver Sacks, "The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat."), and looked up to the clock. Goodness, was it already two minutes to midnight? He looked down to the page a moment more. He was nearly done. He had nothing planned tomorrow, so he could keep reading.
No, Enraptured as he was in this fascinating collection of tales, he knew he would thank himself in the morning if he went to sleep now.
He folded the page neatly on the corner, and placed the book to the side, standing up and stretching all of his segmented limbs, walking into the bathroom to look at the image of a giant cockroach in the mirror.
Many years ago the image in the mirror nearly drove him to the edge of sanity, but now, looking at himself in the mirror was simply part of the routine. He tipped his hat to his reflection, and then set it to the side, leaning in to wash his face. Hygiene was doubly important for this strange body of his; there were so many little nooks and crannies for debris to hide in. He hummed lowly to himself as he washed away.
He'd had his latenight Decaf, no stressful appointments tomorrow, and he'd done a lot of good readying. It truly was a pleasant night... Why, then, was he so suddenly struck with a strange sense of dread?
Could it be, he pondered, that when he'd tipped his hat to himself in the mirror, the figure in the reflection had not done the same?
The Doctor nodded confidently as she questioned the name. "The very same. He's got quite a strong moral compass, and he loves Mrisney movies. It works for him, and yes, he would love to go with you. You see, he has been very bored as of late. This world is a little less... confrontational than the one I came from." He reached out and let the little bug crawl onto her shoulder from the couch she was on.
She asked about what she could keep in the safe, which got a little bit of a chuckle out of him. "Well, I do believe that is what one puts in a safe! And thank you, I would miss my buttons." He turned to his side table, and hastily scrawled down a small note, the safe combination. "I will tell the assistant that you are allowed to come and go. I am not always in, but this space is designated to me."
The meeting was coming to a natural end. He needed her have time to think about what they'd talked about, and he needed to think about how he could best help her as well. As she got up she asked him one of the most adorable things he'd ever heard. He stared into her eyes for a moment, his seeming cold in comparison, no hint of any human emotion in his chitinous features. He nodded once, and replied confidently. "Won't you be?"
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It was clear he wasn't going to be able to talk her out of her Mr.Rogers fantasy. He accepted that for now. There was other ground that could be made. He could help make her life better. He wasn't foolish enough to think that if he called the proper authorities for this right now she wouldn't just look for the right opportunity and make her way right back out onto the streets.
He had to leave her with something positive in her life from this meeting. His mandibles set as he listened to her talk about what she was doing... Stashing money, spreading about her resources. It was a dangerous game. All of it was. She'd done well to make it this far, but any day something terrible could happen to this poor girl. People out there preyed on young women.
"I see... I want to propose a few things to you, if you would accept." He reached a hand across his body, and tapped his shell. Moments later a sleepy little bug with one kinked antennae crawled out. "This is Jiminy. A friend of mine. I ask that you consider taking him with you. He doesn't have to stay on you, but he could keep an eye out for you, and let me know if you are in need. He is wonderful company."
He looked to his piece of pie, the last piece, and handed it to her as well. "If you'd like as well, this office can be a safe place for you to stash your prized belongings... I have a safe, here, and I can tell you the combination if you'd like. I only keep my button collection in there, after all. Please don't take my buttons."
He then stood up, and walked toward the door, turning back to her. "I also propose that you should make an earnest promise to come back and visit, if just to tell me how you are doing." He placed his empty punch cup on his head, a nice new hat. "Do those propositions sound acceptable to you?"
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His office was far from plain upon close examination. The decor was careful, yet at the same time, inexplicable. Random knic-knaks were scattered about... A plastic army man on a tabletop, a cat clock in the corner of the room. A shoe nailed to the wall, a painting(of a swarm of mayflies) hung far too low. It wasn't anything outlandish... Just... a little odd.
While her attention was elsewhere, though, he was focused on her. He plated another slice of pie. He wondered how long it had been since she'd eaten this much. Since she'd sat in relative silence in relaxation for more than a few minutes. His antennae twitched as she rejected his thought. He tilted his head, considering her words for a moment.
"I think it's perfectly fine to not wish to be yelled at, or to be in an angry relationship... I just with for you to be open to having something right for you that might not look like the image you have in your head... Still, I will come back to this topic later, I think. I think it's healthy to dream about things, and I admire your strength in pursuing it. It gives you something to work toward. What are you doing to seek your dreams?"
Somewhere he would find the bridge that would get her to seeking help... Or at least get her on that path so he could lead her there eventually.
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He nodded sympathetically as she talked about the temptations of getting help. "You know... We, humans, are a very clever species. When we experience something, we often learn from it. At times, though, we may experience something... unexpected in relation to what would usually be a normal experience. You went for help, and it did not go well. This taught you that getting help is bad. Suppose, thought, that what happened to you was not at all normal, and perhaps, when you are ready, you can reconsider your aversion to help?"
He realized that she wasn't likely to absorb all of that now, but he was really aiming to plant the seed of a thought at this point.
She talked about Mr. Rogers. Specifically, the prospect of some sort of Mr.Rogers-like father figure. This was problematic for obvious reasons. "Tom... I want you to do something for me, should you get the chance. Should you find yourself in the position of appraising a prospective parent... Avoid comparing them to Mr.Rogers in your mind. You may find that there aren't very many Mr.Rogers-like figures out there, but there are many that would make excellent parents for you."
He shifted for a second before leaning in to cut her another slice of pie, and refill her punch.
"Mr.Rogers was an amazing man in this world. He did much for growing kindness in those he met, and those who watched him. Few people are able to do that. Instead of looking for that in others, though, it may be best for you to try and be that... Live a life of kindness, ask of yourself what you can do to help others grow. Give yourself joy by providing it to others. That is what I seek to do."
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She was very expressive in her features. He wondered if she knew that. Some people walked around with muted emotions, but here and now, her emotions were plainly placed on her sleeve. He watched her inner turmoil play out quietly, and then clacked his mandibles lightly as she started to speak.
It was a struggle over territory, essentially, though the other side had resorted to quite cruel methods... This poor girl. To be subjected to such a terrifying experience, and then to be subjected to stigma for something you didn't even do? To be forced to admit it as if it were some sort of crime, even though you didn't do it...
No wonder she didn't trust anyone enough to try and get assistance. "That must have been terrible, Tom... I'm sorry that happened to you."
He looked her over for a moment longer, and then cut her another slice of pie, placing it before her. "You said you run in to many dangers out there, though...Do you ever think about trying to get help again?"
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She... didn't know how old she was. That was... So sad. Was he about to discover hidden tear ducts? Nope, just a quick tap into the depths of despair he held deeply within himself.
Was she overwhelmed? How could she tell, she didn't know what overwhelmed meant. This was overwhelming. He was above whelmed right now.
He stared at her, his mandibles open in shock as she went on. Yes. Her life was incredibly stressful, what a surprise, but she didn't want to seek help because... reasons. He gathered she'd been taken advantage of, or hurt in the past. Still, she was stressed and in danger where she was, and felt that getting help would stress her and put her in danger. What then? Do nothing?
She shifted her focus to a scar... on her wrist. "Oh dear... What happened there?"
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That head shake told him plenty... How could he best help her, then? He would have to be incremental... If she was going to get help, it would have to be her idea.
She told him about her penchant for pretending, and... Mr. Unicorn.
"How old are you, If I may ask?" He was beginning to think that there was no way she was the previously reported 18 years of age, which he honestly had a hard time believing in the first place.
"A healthy imagination and a security object can be helpful... I worry, though... There are different kind of stress, young lady. Namely, Distress, the type of stress that wears you down, and doesn't build you up. And eustress, the stress of growth... you know, the kind you feel when your stresses relate to a goal you have in mind. I fear that you mostly find yourself in a state of distress."
He set his pie to the side for a moment, taking a sip of his punch.
"I would normally recommend seeking ways to turn that distress into eustress, or to limit sources of distress. In your situation, though... Without removing yourself from the streets, that will be incredibly difficult. On a scale of one to ten, how often do you feel overwhelmed? One being never, ten being all of the time."
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The affect the presence of pie had on her was palpable. It was like she'd won the lottery; her eyes lit up and she had a glow about her that he hadn't thought possible when she walked it. "It appears that sometimes, Pie is enough." He chuckled to himself, Nodding at her question. "Indeed I did... Oh, is your father still around?"
He rubbed the back of his head in pleased embarrassment as she complemented his cooking. "Thank you. I cook to my own tastes, so its good to hear my tastes aren't bad!" He took a seat in his chair, a small plate with a small slice of pie on it in his little hands. "It's a shame more people don't think the way you do, tom. I learned very early on as well that, indeed, a book is not it's cover."
The idiom was spoken slightly different in this universe, wasn't it? Oh well, close enough.
He went silent once more when she started talking about what he quickly deduced was living life on the streets. Oh... He hadn't been sure her situation was so dire... Goodness, this poor girl. Everything was a struggle. Finding food, finding water, staying warm, staying clean. She had to fight for every single thing. They way she spoke about it was almost admirable. She wasn't saying these things to seek a reasonable pity from others, no, she was simply stating how her life was.
He resumed his pensive thought after she was done, speaking carefully. "Young lady... I... And you're sure you don't want any assistance?"
He shook it off real quick, and spoke again. "That all must be so... stressful. How do you de-stress? How do you cope?"
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