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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
There were a lot of different responses Allison could make to Maya-Gawain's comments. I did have proof, and you refused to accept any! was one that almost certainly would have been said, probably followed by then wear a damn hat or if you keep making people hate you that just might have something to do with you.
"...hunting down my half-brother or father or whoever. But I assume that's already taken care of."
The ink bottles in Allison's hand burst. She might have been able to tell whether the reaction was deliberate or not if her concentration hadn't snapped completely to Gawain-Maya. Some of the ink shot through her hands to hover in front of her chest, and some shot into her legs and say there instead. Allison was pretty okay with that, though she did note that it might not be a good sign that pain was calming for her, even if it was from her own ink. Or mostly; the glass shards had mostly been caught between her hands too, and it felt like she might be bleeding a bit. Whatever, later; right now she was focused entirely on Gawain. "Your WHAT!"
That, of course, woke Alex up. Allison froze for a second, torn between Alex and keeping Gawain in her sight, then ducked around Alex's crib so she could to both. And, now that she had a bit of control back, glare at Gawain. "Get out."
"And somehow your random kids are all good and trustworthy, but you can't dare walk through the halls here without our random kids immediately shredding you for no reason. Apparently." Okay, so maybe a few people here would pick a fight with an X man; that was just what happened when you let everyone through the door. Not everyone was nice, some people had grudges. Allison would bet there were kids in the Mansion who'd pick a fight with anyone from Sanctuary, too. Even then, that could generally be solved by not wearing the X men uniform to Sanctuary. Even those with grudges weren't generally obsessed enough to memorize the habits and faces of every single X man, and predictable, hideable sex shifting wasn't nearly as easy to spot as pink hair and color changing eyes. Allison did not think the grudge here was on Sanctuary's side... with maybe the exception of herself, but her grudge was much more specific than 'the X men.'
"I have plenty of damn good reasons not to trust people." Evidently either Maya-Gawain had managed to forget Allison's explanation of Alex's father, or had never figured it out in the first place. It was tempting to throw that in her face again, but Allison couldn't think of any phrasing that wasn't too blatant. Oh well. "Including the X man who assumes I'm automatically a psychopath because of where I live, and who refused to give my kid to me without proof, then refused to accept any proof."
"There is. A door." A door which Allison was pointing at for emphasis. "And oddly enough, Cafas has managed to come here with me several times and not been shredded. Or gotten in a fight. Or an argument. I guess that pink hair and the color changing eyes must just not be recognizable." Or, possibly, because Cafas had never actually come inside. But that would undermine Allison's point, and it was hardly like no one in Sanctuary could see outside until the sun set or anything.
"Most people here do not give a shit about the X men. You've never helped them or their friends, because you've been busy showing off how useful mutants can be in service to humans. You'll have to forgive them for not worshipping you." Them and Allison, though she'd be perfectly happy if Maya-Gawain decided not to speak to her again. "Most people here are still just random kids who were kicked out of their homes or college dorms, and adults that can't find a job."
Was she avoiding the topic? Maybe a little bit. She knew she ought to accept help, but... Allison really did not like Maya-Gawain.
That was no great surprise; he was the faster, after all. Still, it was slightly disappointing; if Taurus had managed to kill the target in one hit, it would have made a much more spectacular scene. Not that there where many spectators any more... or not many nearby and paying attention, anyway. There were some a but further away with phones out, though, so it would all work well.
Capricorn dodged the blast easily, though Taurus had to scramble to avoid the one aimed at him. Not a very successful tactic, scrambling away from the target. Capricorn would have to keep the target focused on himself, then, while Taurus got close enough to do the real damage.
That, fortunately, was simple to do. "Kyle Albatross." Capricorn was back around the target's side almost as soon as the blast was gone, swinging another kick at his ribs. "White male, early twenties." Once Capricorn's foot touched the ground again, his other leg repeated the circle, less targeted. This kick was meant purely for distraction, though it would cause plenty of damage if it is land. "Resident of the mutant homeless shelter Sanctuary."
Taurus had done this before, and didn't need to be told his role. He stayed quiet, and tried to get close to the target while Capricorn kept it distracted.
"Makes a habit of murdering any humans he doesn't like, in the name of mutant supremacy."
Allison could sort of understand that. Babies were designed to make every human nearby care for them after all, even without a similar mutation to back them up. That didn't mean she was at all pleased with it. "As far as I've seen, your idea of responsibility starts with trying to keep my kid away from me, and ends with sneaking into my room." You really suck at making good first impressions don't you, Maya-Gawain?
Maya-Gawain wasn't actually doing anything now though, so Allison shifted enough to lean against the side of her bed. Not actually sit down, but not standing entirely on her own either. Since any fighting she did would be with ink and not require her to move at all anyway it was irrelevant where she was and how she stood, as long as Maya-Gawain wasn't closer to Alex than Allison was and she wasn't in danger of falling asleep. "What do you think you'd actually do to help, anyway? Keep sneaking into my room whenever you feel like it?"
Technically, the ink in bottles was slightly more useful than bullets next to a gun. Allison could open them, or she could smash them against something... maybe even expand the ink to break the bottles open. Regardless, it would take time that she normally didn't have to waste. She didn't have the concentration necessary to have a conversation, however blunt it may be, and hold the ink at the same time though, so in the bottles it stayed for now.
Well, that wasn't news to Allison. It was one of the earlier thoughts she'd had, in fact. Or mostly it was; Allison wasn't so convinced that Alex needed to learn how to be a boy and a girl. If they wanted to, sure, but if not? They wouldn't ever be able to depend on blending in anyway; certainly not if they were never able to control the shifting. In that case, why try? Why learn boys don't cry and girls don't complain and boys can't control themselves and girls can't be trusted if they would never have the benefits of fitting in anyway? Allison hadn't been sure she wanted Maya-Gawain's help to start with; it was seeming like a worse idea again.
They might not be feigning politeness, but Allison was in the habit of smiling anyway. She did, and let the bottles click together as she played with them. "That would be simple. What if I don't like how you think Alex ought to be raised? Best is rather subjective."
And Maya-Gawain noticed where she was standing. Well, Allison was hardly being subtle. Nor was Maya-Gawain in her reaction; apparently they weren't bothering with pretenses. Well that worked just fine for Allison; she was too tired to properly feign politeness anyway.
Speaking of which.... "Of course you have." That, again, Allison believed. Unless mirrors somehow allowed Maya-Gawain to time travel and take care of Alex before Allison had gotten them back, though, she also knew Maya-Gawain had tried to keep Alex anyway, and with that tiredness much fresher in her--his? How did pronouns adapt to tenses?--mind at the time. And as for weapons.... "Good. I am." Reminding anyone that she could kill was far, far away from being the smartest thing Allison could do. A few bottles of ink floated from her desk, over Alex's crib and into her hand anyway. Even if she didn't think weapons could be hidden somehow, or created, it had been very effectively proven that Allison was not nearly as strong as Maya-Gawain, and a few weeks of taking care of a baby and trying to find time to sleep would hardly have fixed that.
"So, what do you think I need to know?" Additional bonus to not being polite: they could get this over with significantly more quickly.
Well that explained a little bit. Maya was not a much more normal name than Gawain, but at least it explained why a supposed gender shifter had a name that was very much a boy's. The why ancient mythology question still needed an answer though. If Allison ever by chance met Maya-Gawain's mother, and cared enough to ask.
"Actually, I named them that because I like the name." Definitely better than Al, anyway, and Allison didn't want to give Alex exactly her name. Similar, yes, but not the same. She had enough of a problem with her name not being her own; no need to pass it on again. Maya-Gawain certainly wasn't getting to hear any on that reasoning though; Allison was mildly unhappy as it was with admitting her reasoning hadn't been backed by perfect knowledge of Alex. But pointing out that Maya-Gawain was assuming things she shouldn't be was worth it.
And speaking of assuming... no, actually, Alex didn't have the same powers as Maya-Gawain. It certainly didn't look like it, anyway. Maya-Gawain could scare off or run from danger; Alex just had to heal from it, and hope it didn't decide he was worth experimenting on. Alex's mutation required a lot more secrecy than Maya-Gawain's did.
The sex shifting--and Allison had to wonder if Maya-Gawain gender shifted too, or just didn't know the difference--would be important though, since that would be what Allison claimed was Alex's mutation. She really didn't want to talk to Maya-Gawain, but.... She pointed at a corner near where Maya-Gawain was. "There's a chair there." Under a few shirts at the moment, but Aura was close enough to Allison's size the difference shouldn't be noticeable even if she paid attention. And Allison, meanwhile, was going to be standing in between Maya-Gawain and Alex.
Not a projection then, it seemed. Or maybe a projection followed by teleportation, but it ended up the same.
Hm... Allison wondered what her expression was called. Skeptical was the description her brain offered, but that didn't sound quite right. Skepticism implied doubting something, and Allison didn't doubt that... what was her name, Mirror? Not very creative, there. Allison didn't doubt that Mirror meant what she said, she just emphatically did not care. "Right. And how exactly do you plan to help?" Because Allison couldn't think of much. What she could think of she didn't like, though most of it wouldn't involve talking to her.
Allison was not honestly sure whether having Alex or not resulted in more sleep deprivation. Sure, that was sort of horrible to think; the archetypal good mother wouldn't have rested at all while Alex was missing, but Allison was still human as far as that went. Not sleeping at all just wasn't an option; after a certain point her body would just ignore her and sleep anyway. Allison knew that and planned for it, so that she wouldn't pass out in the middle of talking to the police or getting on a train or something. Dramatic as that might have been, it would not have been overwhelmingly helpful.
Either way, it had been a few months since she got anything resembling a healthy amount of sleep. She'd known that would happen, but expecting it didn't actually make it any easier to cope with, so she still ended up curling up and dozing any second she could.
That might have been why she wasn't yet sleep deprived enough to lose her habit of waking up at the slightest noise. Or maybe she was just paranoid enough she'd never sleep heavily. Either way, something woke her up most of the way. She unfurled halfway, glanced around, and didn't see Aura. Or anyone. That woke her up completely, and Allison was standing next to Alex's crib a second later. Not a great achievement since it was only a few feet away, but it made her feel better while he looked around again. Alex, fortunately, was still asleep.
Oh. There. In the mirror. Well that explained why he'd been trying to get to it when they'd fought. Allison glared, even though she was mostly sure he wouldn't do anything to hurt Alex. Well... she, now, apparently. Whatever. "It appears you already are, so fine." Unless it was some sort of projection, rather than actual movement? That would... well, technically it might be slightly politer, but technically Allison already hated him--her--anyway, so she didn't really care.
Becoming unrecognizable was fairly easy for Allison, especially with warning. Her regular abstract tattoos were stripped out and replaced with a black bar down her spine, cliche scrolling lyrics on her side, and hearts along her arm. Nothing unusual, nothing too blatantly cliche, and a sufficient supply of ink for most situations. Then she buried herself under a hat, hoodie and worn out jeans and counted on nearly everyone being taller than her to keep her face completely hidden. Hands weren't particularly recognizable, especially with nothing on them.
Why Allison needed to hide her features was a bit more confusing. She couldn't think of anything Cafas was involved in that would require being unrecognizable... or at least, nothing she knew he was involved in, and she couldn't think of a reason for her to be told about whatever Cafas had kept secret.
Well, evidently she'd be finding out. "Where are we going?" The helmet was annoying though; if Allison had know. Cafas was going to bother with one this time she wouldn't have put the hat on yet. As it was, she had to take the hat off, tuck it into her hoodie's pocket, then twist her hair under the helmet instead. It only took a few minutes before she could get on the motorcycle behind Cafas (without any more cuddling than necessary, for once, since she was busy wondering what was going on), but it was still annoying.
Taurus failed to hit the target, as expected, nor did his roar cause any hesitation. The target did pause when Taurus's fist went through the wall, which Capricorn took note of. That indicated either inexperience with strength mutations, or a vulnerability to them, either of which would be useful. Once Taurus managed to hit, of course.
Capricorn, for his part, sped behind the target while Taurus evaded the blast, and prepared his own attack. That, of course, meant that they were no longer perfectly on either side of the target, but that hardly mattered; if he tried to run, Capricorn could easily catch him. Not that Capricorn expected to need to; he seemed too arrogant to think of running, even when it was obvious he would need to escape if he wanted to live. Certainly Capricorn didn't expect an escape attempt this early, though it could be a good demonstration if he tried. Well, perhaps one of the others would manage that.
In the meantime, Capricorn was attacking, to herd the target back toward Taurus. "Surprised?" Normally talking would be bad strategy, since it allowed the target to locate him more easily, but Capricorn's kick was already halfway to the target's head, and it didn't need to connect to be effective anyway. Taking the target's attention off of Taurus was a better strategy. "Too used to always fighting weaklings?"
Theatrics were, in a sense, the point of the evening.
Of course, theatrics being the point didn't always mean that they worked better if people knew that theatrics were the point. When people knew a scene was deliberate, they often began to doubt it. As such and in order to present the most effective scenario possible, Capricorn had resolved to behave as if no theatrics were intended at all. Fortunately, that was something Taurus was perfectly capable of, unlike clever banter.
That decision in effect, there was no need to acknowledge the target's comment externally. It would show that he had known they were there; his death was not a product of luck or deception, but simple weakness. Otherwise, it was pointless, and so Capricorn ignored him to meet Taurus's eyes instead, and nod. "Go."
Taurus's punch was not expected to connect; he was, after all, quite slow. The loud roar might startle the target, but that was unlikely to make enough difference to matter. Instead Capricorn would be wherever the target dodged to, always, until he slipped and was slowed enough for Taurus to catch. Once Taurus hit... well, one hit was normally enough. Taurus did not aim for the limbs. But they would do more, just to be safe.
For now, without anyone's knowledge, a new era began.
Okay, Gawain needed to be glared at. Allison stopped and turned toward Gawain so she could do that. "I don't know your father. If I do, he's dead, and you're better off not meeting him anyway." Really, Gawain just had to be one of the people who had no clue who she was. Normally she appreciated that, but.... Taking a breath sort of helped. "I don't know who Alex's father is, I know who it might be and I don't want to know more. I have a girlfriend. How do you think I got pregnant?"
If that didn't give him a clue, Allison really had no idea what would. She started walking again. "And you're reminding me enough of them as it is."
Allison was, in fact, the opposite. She'd always had plenty of family around; more than she ever wanted, in fact. Mostly because she just simply conflicted with them all, but still, she only lacked family now because she didn't want them. And she had Aura and Alex, so she did have family that she liked, even if most people didn't know Aura existed and Alex was recent.
She did, though, know enough people who wanted family to understand, or at least to have a good idea. Sanctuary tended to have plenty of examples of that, even if it was much more often from being kicked out, abused or running away than just because their family hadn't been there to begin with. Allison wondered which was worse.
On the other hand, she really wasn't feeling sympathetic right now. Or towards Gawain.
"First of all, their name is Alex. Not she, I'm not picking for them and I'm not teaching them that who they are changes every half hour according to what other people think." Looking at Alex kept her from glaring, but Allison was okay with that. She'd rather look at Alex, and of Gawain needed to be glared at she could later.
"Second, since I assume you have a father, you presumably have his family to look for, but I can't help you find them." And, since she was getting near the doors now, "are you just planning to follow me home or something?"