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.
Oh look, Allison got a reaction. Or part of one, anyway. Either way it was amusing.
Not particularly informative, though. Sam was Mirror's boss. Probably. Possibly the boss of whoever Mirror was possessing, if they were feeling like being especially unhelpful and had a different perspective on 'self' than Allison did. Since Allison didn't know Mirror's boss, it wasn't very helpful either way. As for the Mansion.... "How should I know? Where else might he be?" The room could be in the Mansion. It could plausibly be in Sanctuary, but Allison was fairly sure that Mirror's boss wouldn't have been there. It could also be in any of a number of apartment buildings, or even a small house. There really wasn't anything to tell Allison where she was, or at least nothing that she could actually identify. "There's a dog staring at me." That might, if she was lucky, be enough to tell Mirror... and Mirror might actually bother to share the information in less than half an hour. But Allison didn't know what being stared at by a dog meant.
"Apart from... the leg," it really wasn't Allison's, "being half covered in ice, no. Should I be?" This would really be easier if Mirror had bothered to answer who Sam was.
...The first time. Apparently Mirror was now stuck. "God isn't answering. I already did. Are you done now?"
Oh good they were. With the Gods, anyway. Allison was content to continue making snide comments on other things, as long as the topic actually moved along. "I would love to know that. But I'm assuming it's your fault. Now who is Sam?"
The room... wasn't one that Allison recognized, once she bothered looking around. Honestly, that was for the best; if she was in the body of someone she didn't know but a room she did, that would have just made everything stranger.... It wasn't especially clean or messy, though there was a dog staring at her in apparent confusion.
...Allison felt a bit sorry for the dog. This was probably even more confusing for it than it was for her, and she was already thoroughly unhappy.
Judge Mirror later? Sure. Along with earlier, and currently. At the moment though, there were other things to focus on.
"Oh, I agree." Polite, rather than cheerful now, but just as false. "I am--supposed to be--Allison. You might remember the last time we talked, Mirror." Before you vanished again. Not that Allison really minded all that much, but still. It didn't raise her opinion of Mirror at all.
Allison tried to shift to sitting cross-legged, and sucked a breath in as not-her leg touched the other. That was cold. A glance down explained it. "So, I take it Sam has ice powers?"
"You sleepwalk into peoples' apartments now? Lovely." Not that Mirror ever had tried that excuse with Allison... or that Allison would have believe it. Correctly, it seemed.
"So," Allison cast her voice up, high and cheerful in a way that was almost always a threat if used by anyone over the age of fourteen. And weird, in whoever's voice this was, but that worked for the moment. "Since your amazing new power is apparently spreading somehow, who is Sam?"
It did wake Allison up a bit more though, which was probably the only reason she managed to comprehend anything in the quickly rambled not-explanation. To the extent that it was comprehensible, anyway. And even that took several seconds of silence.
Mirror, Mirror... oh right, that was Mirror. Allison was not happy with Mirror. Allison was also not entirely sure how Mirror had gotten her phone number, or why Mirror seemed to think that she was someone else. Not that she'd ever had a great opinion of Mirror's mental abilities....
At least it wasn't just Allison's room that Mirror liked to sneak into. Evidently, it was a habit.
Now, what to do with this. As fun as taunting Mirror seemed, Allison didn't have any great ideas for it. Probably largely because she was still half asleep. She stalled for another half a second before shifting to....
...Okay, so apparently Mirror wasn't the only one who was shifted into someone else. "I don't know how, but I'm going to assume this is your fault."
Mornings weren't fun. They never had been. Allison's head usually didn't hurt quite this much, though. Not that it was unheard of, but it was rare enough to put Alli in a particularly bad and distracted mood as she woke up.
The ringing was not helping. For that matter it might have been the cause; it took Allison a minute to realize there was a noise, and then what it was, locate the phone and figure out how to turn it on. "What?"
If it weren't for the headache, she might have noticed that neither the ringtone nor voice sounded at all like hers. Or she might have opened her eyes. But her head hurt.
Seeing people wander around Sanctuary's grounds wasn't particularly unusual. There were always a few out, though whether it was just for a walk or to keep the residents visible Allison wasn't so sure. And with the recently warm(er) weather, more than usual were out enjoying the spring. Allison was among them, though more for sunlight and air that hadn't been locked inside for days than the still minimal warmth.
Seeing people skulk warily through the grounds like any movement might attack them was more unusual. True, there were always a few people in Sanctuary who were scared of the rest, but they tended to not wander around very much. Which meant this one was either just arriving, or just getting back, and either way hadn't yet learned that most people wouldn't bother you if you left them alone.
Well, what was more reassuring to most people than a young mother? Not that it was necessarily evident that Allison was a mother, since Alex wasn't with her and she still seemed to look younger than she was (still! You'd think pregnancy would have fixed that), but she could probably find a way to mention Alex fairly easily, and it wasn't like she looked intimidating anyway.
Well... not unless someone was particularly scared of mutants in general. If that was the case, though, it really would be best for them not to stay around Sanctuary, and Allison would probably be nicer about shooing them off than many. So she stood up from the steps where she'd been sitting and wandered over to stop in front of the girl wearing black. "Hello. Are you new here?"
There were, when Allison actually counted, an increasingly large number of people who would have reason to be knocking on her door. Cafas, Ty, Isabel, Amber... not that she expected Cafas or Isabel to do so, but they might. And Aura might, though she probably wouldn't. Possibly some others, though it may not always be wise for all of them to be in Sanctuary.
Still, it wasn't that common for someone to come looking for her, and Allison had no idea who it could be this time. Normally she'd be annoyed by that, but Alex was with a babysitter so they weren't woken up by the knock. Allison was, but since it was the middle of the day she really couldn't complain too much about that. Allison made sure she was dressed and the clothes weren't too wrinkled, pushed her hair into something that looked sort of like it was normal, and went to open the door. "Hello?"
Allison sighed. "I know, it's just...." She ran her free hand through her hair until it hit the hair tie, then shifted Alex back to hold them in both arms. And turned Alex around so they could wave their arms at Evelyn, since they were waking up now. "I know it would be better if Maya-Gawain was around, but the first time I met them they wouldn't accept any proof and wouldn't give Alex to me and kept asking about Alex's father, then they snuck into my room, and I've been getting maybe five hours of sleep a night for the last several months, I'm not really thinking things through much right now. Are you sure that saying exactly the worst thing isn't part of their mutation too? Because they're very good at it."
And... Allison was rambling. She sighed again. "Sorry. Like I said, I'm not very...." Stable. In control. Thinking. She shrugged. "Anyway. Would you like to come in? The living room's close, or we could go to the cafeteria if you're hungry." Not Allison's room, because it was small and cramped and further away anyway, but sitting down sounded nice.
"Uh huh...." Allison supposed that was true. Understated and somewhat displaced, but true. Maya-Gawain was protective. Also unreasonable and thoughtless, but protective.
Well, that was nice. Allison might be able to count on Evelyn to get Alex back to her if Maya-Gawain ever tried to keep them again. And... yeah. Control of Allison's powers had come easily to her; there wasn't much to it, really. Will the ink there, and it went. She'd just had to refine her abilities; practice and repeat things until she could create fine details automatically... and learn not to put ink in her eye. Having someone with a similar mutation around wouldn't have really taught her much, if anything. Having any other mutant around at all, though... that would have been nice. And Allison could easily see how sex shifting would leave Alex feeling left out even among mutants. Some people who were designated outsiders reacted by associating with everyone designated outsiders, and some clung to what normalcy they could claim. Having someone else around that would tell Alex that sex shifting was okay would be good for them, but... it was Maya-Gawain. "I know it would be helpful, but...." Allison didn't really feel like getting into specifics. "Your... date, is an idiot, you know."
"Oh." Allison did remember that, once Evelyn mentioned it. That had been a while ago. She shifted Alex so she could hold them in one arm, and held the other out to offer to shake Evelyn's hand. "It's nice to see you again."
Boyfriend-maybe-girlfriend? Who would not know which... oh. Oh, that... wow. Maya-Gawain actually found someone willing to put up with them? Allison's estimation of Evelyn's intelligence was declining. "That--you mean Mirror? I'm sorry."
Allison did find Sanctuary's doors appealing, on the rare occasion that she bothered to pay attention to them anymore instead of just walking through. She was less convinced of the appeal of phone calls that woke her up, even if it was technically the middle of the day. She didn't get to sleep through the night; why shouldn't she get to sleep through the day instead?
"Someone here to see you" was vague enough to make her curious, though. There really weren't that many people that would come see Allison and not just walk up to her door (or into the room, in certain cases), and most of them wouldn't have gotten into the Sanctuary in the first place. So she got up, sort of brushed her hair and put it into a ponytail, decided to ignore the wrinkled clothes, and picked up Alex. If whoever this was wanted them to go outside, they could wait for Allison to get herself and Alex dressed for it after she decided if she felt like going or not.
There was only one person waiting near Lisa, and it was... huh. No one Allison could recognize. That was confusing. "Hello. You were looking for me?"
"Don't tell me to cool it!" It was difficult to look properly intimidating while holding a baby. Allison glared at Maya-Gawain anyway, while holding Alex, rocking them and stroking their hair, since her voice would hardly be calming anyone down at the moment. The ink, after a moment's though, moved to float over her head; just in case she moved toward it without paying attention.
The Mansion doctor had said they were related. Allison hadn't paid the slightest bit of attention, since it didn't apparently relate to whether she was going to get Alex back or not. Apparently she should have. Still, "you could have been related to me. Now get out, before I call my girlfriend to get rid of you."
That shut the mysterious doctor voice up. Good; Allison would much rather try to figure out what was going on.
She... didn't really have any idea where to start with that, though. She was laying on something, and chained, and probably couldn't move but she couldn't anyway because it hurt too much just to turn her head so that didn't matter. And she couldn't remember how she'd gotten here, or probably quite a bit of things; she had a sort of vague shape of memory that claimed it was of several hours since she'd been with Aura, but she couldn't actually seem to get ahold of the memories to figure out what they were. Aura had seemed like Aura, but that didn't mean it was impossible for someone to trick Allison, or to just create an illusion based on her own memories....
Well, she was clearly somewhere she didn't want to be; there wouldn't be much point to chaining her otherwise. Where and why was a lot less obvious, and at least as important; the mysterious doctor voice was obviously on the kidnappers' side, or else it would have let her go instead of asking about Aura. Other than the kidnappers wanting something beyond Allison's death, though, that didn't clarify much of anything; they could want her to forge things, or to kill someone, or a ransom from her parents, in which case good luck to them; her parents might just pay them to keep her. Or for Allison to hurt before she died. Or to get her to help them by "rescuing" her from themselves. Or for her to die and then be found and let the media freak out, since she'd make a pretty perfect martyr as long as her relationship with Aura wasn't known. Or prettymuch anything else at all. She really needed more information to figure anything out. And then she noticed her arm had vanished.
Allison squeaked, tried to pull away from where her arm had been and presumably where whatever had removed it was, and then tried to reach with her other arm to feel if it had just lost feeling or if it was actually gone. Neither attempt at moving was particularly successful, though they did result in a wave of dizziness and nausea that made Allison close her eyes and whimper.
Maybe she should work on healing before escaping. She really wasn't going to be accomplishing much in this state....
