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.
“Next... hm.” Allison paused a moment as she gathered the ex-sparklers then, once they were all collected, tapped her chin thoughtfully before turning and giving the boy a grin and her conclusion. “I don’t know!” She pulled the backpack on and stretched, settling it on her shoulders. “I could go home, or to the bookstore... I could climb, or get more ink... I just recently managed to find a store that sold glow in the dark and glittering and metallic inks. I think I’ll be having a lot of fun with them.” She tilted her head, considering the boy, then tapped him on the arm, turned, and sprinted away, turning to yell over her shoulder. Or over her backpack, whatever.
“It... well, actually, I’m not sure.” Allison paused for a moment before taking the candles and stones back to her backpack and sliding them in. “It became an amoeba, and attacked Maxine, so she had me dump water on it, but the amoeba survived, so we climbed the shelves, and the amoeba turned into a bunch of paper tornadoes, so Maxine had me sit on her and turn on the sprinklers, but it killed the lights too.” Allison absently ran through the list as she packed the candles and stones away, then grabbed the lighter and slid it in. All that was left was the burned out sparklers, which she’d grab before she left. She pulled the dress off, fighting with it a bit to get it to let go of her shirt. The shirt still ended up several inches higher than it should be, but that was easily fixed once she’d folded the dress and put it into the backpack.
“What kind of fantasy? What about Good Omens? Or Dhampir? Have you read Elvenbane?” The last reminded Allison of the stones and candles and she started walking around the circle, pinching out the candles until she reached her backpack, and could pull out a small fabric bag that the stones went in and a larger plastic one for the candles. She dropped a few stones in their bag and tossed it at Drew. “Here, help collect.” She started back around the circle, pinching out the remaining candles and dropping them into their bag.
“Thistle ghosts are the ghosts of thistles.” That came in just as much of a matter of fact tone as she’d used when saying she was having fun. “They sit in gardens and prick your hands when the living thistles can’t. Paper is evil because it attacked. Even though the whirlwinds were cute, Maxine said they were evil anyway. And unripe apples only become ripe apples if they stay on the tree. If they fall off too soon they don’t get to be ripe, and so they don’t get to be fully powerful, so they mostly become evil because they envy the true, ripe apple gods for having power and tasting good.”
“Read?” Allison looked up at the boy and grinned, dropping the rock she’d been tossing and standing up. “What do you read? History? Fantasy? Cookbooks? Have you read Good Omens? What about thistle ghosts, have you ever read about those? There has got to be some way to defeat them, but I haven’t found it yet.” Allison paused to inspect her hands. The pricks from the thistle ghosts had all faded, but she knew they had happened anyway. “Seriously, there really needs to be a way to defeat them. Also, paper and unripe apple gods. Those can be evil too.”
“Rainbird... Stormdancer?” Allison blinked at the boy for a moment before laughing again. “What, you won’t even try to think of something fun? You really do need to do more.” She grinned. “And, there is nothing aside from having fun. And maybe trying to clear out ignorant people. Well, there could be, I like the storm gods, especially the rain and wind ones... but I have to follow the apple gods. The storm gods are more like family friends, or something. So yeah, it’s just fun.” She nodded again, smiling at him, barely managing to contain laughter. “So? What do you think is fun?” The sparklers in her hand burned out, and were thrown on the ground as she crouched down to examine the stone and candle run, quickly pinching out the flame on the nearest candles--the flame burned slightly, but not enough to truly notice, or leave a mark--and picking up a rock, tossing it in her hand.
((Warning: Um, yes. Allison kind of snaps and goes at least borderline suicidal here, so be careful of that....))
“Do whatever you want with her, hit her, maul her, molest her, I don’t care.”
The comment really shouldn’t have hit Allison as hard as it did. Considering everything else she’d shrugged off, and the total lack of any reason for the words themselves the stick, they shouldn’t have done anything but maybe lower her opinion of the boy who’d said them.
They stuck anyway.
Do whatever you want...
Allison’s smile was still there, but purely from habit; it was plastic, molded, and trained; no one who knew anything about people would mistake it for meaning any more than the smile on a doll. “As you say, then.” Her voice followed her face; light and pleasant, but artificial and empty.
...hit her, maul her, molest her...
“So even the freak’s brother can’t wait to abandon her.” The teen’s voice was gleeful, but Allison ignored him, watching the boy walk away until he disappeared around a corner before turning back to the teens.
...I don’t care.
“Well? I know you heard him. Do whatever you want.” Her voice was still light, but the emptiness was replaced by a faint hectic edge of laughter, and her smile had gained a similar mocking twist. Allison knew the mockery was all for herself; the teens probably didn’t, from the glares she received.
I don’t care.
Knowing that being punched hurt, and idle wondering if the first had dislocated her jaw as she found herself on the ground at the base of the tree again didn’t mean she actually felt anything more than numb, or cared when her blank stare further enraged the two teens to kicking instead of punching.
The song, rather than ending with running, screaming, or dead sparklers, ended when the boy--apparently every bit as bewildered as Allison had expected--asked what she was doing. There was no way Allison could keep herself from laughing at that.
“I’m having fun, of course,” she answered once she was able to speak, if still grinning. “Which you clearly don’t do enough.” She tilted her head slightly, her grin becoming a little more cunning, as she let the nearly-burnt-out sparklers fall just far enough from her side to avoid catching anything on fire. “So... I’ll tell you my name if you’ll think of something fun to do.”
Allison... really hadn’t expected anything much better than possibly the boy’s being too bemused to run or scream. Singing along had definitely not been anticipated. It certainly didn’t disappoint her, though; Allison gave the boy a grin that was only slightly less manic than the one she’d greeted him with before dragging him over, and continued singing.
As soon as the song was over Allison bounced forward, grabbing the almost-dead lighter sparkler from the vase in the circle, grabbed the last few sparklers, lit them, held them up and started spinning and jumping around the edge of the circle. “Come on!” she took a moment to direct a look at the boy before beginning to sing again.
“This is the song that never ends....”
Allison fully intended to continue singing until either the sparklers ran out, or the boy either ran or screamed at her.
Maxine, despite her appearance, was proving to be very unsnuggly, always abandoning Allison as soon as she got suitably arranged for snuggling, and then making her stand up. Allison would have to teach her how to snuggle properly at some point.
In the meantime, however, she carefully followed her soon-to-be student to her feet, and attempted to climb onto her unsnuggly anti-paper ally. It took a bit of awkward fumble-climbing, but eventually she managed to settle onto her ally’s back.
Which left her still just about an inch and a half below the sprinkler-thing that needed to be smacked. Allison had wondered what it had done to deserve being smacked, but after a moment of trying to reach it, she understood quite well. Evil, frustrating, evasive thing... it must be allied with the paper. Allison frowned, and then before she’d quite decided to do it, a few lines of ink were pulling out of her skin from beneath her clothes, gathering into an orb in front of her hand until it was slightly wider than a quarter, and then being shot up, through the sprinkler thing and the ceiling behind it until she lost control of it.
Slightly before that point, the lights flickered, and collectively died.
Allison suppressed a grin and rolled her eyes instead. “Like this.” She arranged the sparklers so there was one between each finger, holding her thumbs so that those sparklers pointed mostly up instead of to the side. “See? Now, hold.” She gathered the sparklers back into one hand, then shoved them back at him, spinning around to pick up a tiny vase, lighter and extra sparkler. She dropped the sparkler in the vase, set the vase in the center of the circle, lit it, and tossed the lighter back outside. “And light the sparklers, and hold them up.”
Allison jumped outside of the circle, standing across it from the boy, took a moment to breath, stand straight, hold her hands together behind her back, and start singing.
“Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high... there’s a land that I heard of, once in a lullabye.... Somewhere, over the rainbow....”
It hadn’t taken Allison long to figure out how to deal with storms, and when the last one had started, she’d spent half an hour leaning out the window enjoying the smells, feel, and sounds of the storm, before grabbing a plastic-covered backpack and heading out toward one of the older nearby parks; one with huge trees that would have mostly blocked the sun even if the clouds hadn’t been there. She got there early enough to leave the backpack hanging from the lower branch of a tree, and immediately climb up the same tree as high as she could, peering out through the leaves for a very satisfying hour as the--unusually, and delightfully, powerful--storm continued.
When the storm wore out Allison climbed back down the tree, retrieving the backpack with a resigned sigh, and switched the almost-waterproof coat she’d been wearing for a long, silver and gray dress, with flowing sleeves and skirt, that could almost resemble robes. Her clothes beneath the dress were slightly damp, but not so much that they’d be a problem. The coat was stored in the (very, very oversized) ziplock bag the dress had been in and tucked back into the backpack, and Allison began pulling out tea candles, incense, sparklers, and clear, round stones.
Several minutes later the candles and stones were arranged in a circle, three stones between every candle. She’d wanted a larger circle than the roughly six-foot-wide one she’d ended up with, but ran out of candles, and so had to settle for a smaller one, with the remaining stones scattered around the center. Ten assorted incense sticks, none of which she’d bothered to pay attention to the name of, were stuck into the ground in a much smaller circle in the center, and several sparklers and a lighter were laying ready next to her.
The sparklers, however, proved to be difficult. She’d wanted them to be high, above the circle, and after half an hour of climbing, slipping, and frustration, Allison determined that while sparklers could be hung upside down from trees, they didn’t burn nearly long enough, and weren’t inclined to properly light each other if she hung several in a line. Hanging them sideways was possible, but not guaranteed to work, and also burned faster than she wanted.
Gravity. Such a nuisance.
At about the point where Allison was starting to consider the feasibility of having ink hold the sparklers, a boy appeared. Allison grinned, slightly more maniacally than she really intended, grabbed the boy’s wrist, and dragged him over to stand facing the circle, deciding that if someone that tall wasn’t putting up enough resistance to stop her, he must not be trying, and therefore must not object. She scooped up eight of the sparklers and held them out expectantly. “Here. Hold.”
...I am a mutant, mutants are freaks, therefore I am a freak too. Um... wow. Allison stayed quiet for a moment while the obnoxious boy talked, not really paying attention to what he said as she marveled at the teen boys’ intelligence. Maybe I can just use a big word and break their poor little brains and get rid of them that way.“A equals B, B equals C, therefore A equals C. That is the most amazingly complex logic I have ever heard.”And once again I am mocking the people who want to maim me at the very least. How intelligent of me. Also, probably a distinctly bad sign that I don’t really care... but I don’t care about that either so whatever.
Allison followed the obnoxious boy’s nod to look at the sky primarily because up happened to be straight in front of her, then blinked. Those are unusually dark clouds to have just appeared... and I don’t think they were there before. She glanced back at him in order to catch the end of something he said, and after a moment of puzzling figured out ‘...a mutant.’ Oh. She blinked. Well. That explains some of the idiocy. ...It’s still idiocy though. She rolled her eyes at the same time as she rolled forward onto her feet and straightened up. She spun slightly on a heel to point at the obnoxious boy. “You, are an idiot. The absurdly stubborn arguing was bad enough, even if it’s common. It is not common to deliberately put yourself at risk for no reason. Now go away.” Without waiting for an answer she spun to glare at the teen boys, folding her arms across her chest since she was unable to point at both at the same time. “And you two... you two are even bigger idiots. Bigotry. Ugh, I cannot stand people like you.”
“I don’t think so.” Allison pulled herself up so she could stand up on the top shelf, stretch up toward the ceiling, fail to reach it, and crouch back down. Maxine looked snuggly again, so Allison edged over, curling around the other woman’s shoulders as well as she could while still crouching on her toes. It made her taller than the other woman, definitely an unusual experience, and she smiled. “I’m above you, I'm smaller so I'm not normally above anyone. Climbing's fun.”
Thank apples for fast recovery. Allison was racing along the sidewalk away from the Dairy Queen at just about the same pace she’d used to run to it, more easily now that she’d had the break. And a fairly amusing one, too. As obnoxious as the boy had been, it had at least been more interesting than her days normally were.
Allison jumped over a trash can and turned, attempting to see the two boys--at least it’s not four again, I lack convenient raptor allies right now--behind her. They were slightly under half a block back, unfortunately not looking as tired as she’d hoped. The half caved-in crate that appeared as she turned back was also not hoped for.
Allison tripped, fell, rolled, and was back up and running before she fully noticed what was happening, and certainly before the sting of the new scrapes on her knees, palms, right arm and left ankle registered. ...Reality? Yes. I hate you. You will die a very painful death as soon as I can manage it. The scrapes didn’t slow her down significantly; the pain was all from superficial scrapes and cuts that would probably be healed in two days, assuming she took care of them at least. The ankle might take a bit longer, but also wasn’t bad. The fall, however, had slowed her down; she wasn’t sure by how much but she could hear the footsteps behind her own now, which was never a good sign.
Allison ducked around a corner, hopping over more crates and trash cans and other unidentified stuff as she went through an alley, and--finally!--ran into a park. An empty park, unfortunately, as she’d been hoping for the presence of little kids and their parents to stop the boys. Okay, reality, you’re forgiven. Murphy, you will die.
A second, and fortunately less catastrophic, glance behind her showed the boys to be about half the distance away that they had been, looking more tired but not by enough that Allison would expect them to collapse before she did. Um... okay, desperate measures. ...If I had any I’d’ve already been out. Um.... Allison barely managed not to trip over a tree root, and glanced ahead of her. That tree looks halfway climbable, must be good enough.
Scrambling up the tree was easier than Allison had hoped for. The landing when a hand caught her foot and pulled her back down was significantly harder than she would have preferred, as was the branch her arm slammed into on the way down.
...This maybe could have gone better. Allison stayed on the ground blinking to clear the spots in her eyes, and spotted the obnoxious boy coming up behind the two teens who were already standing over her. Her eye twitched and she halfheartedly tossed a nearby rock at him before looking back at the two teens, stretching so her head was resting on her arms, ignoring the persistent pain near her elbow. “So, anything I can do for you two?”
Allison rolled her eyes. “Of course I didn’t go to a tattooist, I did it myself. And you can criticize it when you tattoo yourself without being able to see and see how well that turns out. It’s certainly much better than it was years ago.” She held the hand that wasn’t still latching onto his arm up about five inches from his face, and pushed the ink on her palm out, slow enough that it seeped out and barely hurt, and held the lines where they were, shining red-yellow-orange. “See this? Not easy to control.” Allison ignored the mix of curious, interested, surprised, and disgusted words and sounds she could hear; it wasn’t hard to when they were quiet enough to almost be drowned out by the door opening.
“Well of course, that’d take too much breath. But it’s fair anyway, isn’t it?” She grinned up at him again, lowering her hand to reabsorb the ink, much more quickly than she’d removed it. She hissed a bit at the sensation, and dropped her hand back to her side. “If I--”
The hand that grabbed her shoulder and threw her on the floor was a bit harder to ignore.
...Ow. Allison blinked up from the floor at two teenagers, one of which was glaring at her, while the second looked evaluatingly over the pissy boy before looking down to glare at her as well. She didn’t bother getting up; the floor was surprisingly comfortable, though most floors were, and it wasn’t like she’d be close to either boy’s eye level anyway. One was even taller than the pissy boy, and the second was close. “...I have apparently pissed you off, but I have no clue who you are.”
Both boys sneered. “So muties are idiots and sluts as well as freaks,” the shorter one said.
“Not that that’s a surprise,” the other added. The toe he prodded her side with was certainly annoying, but not particularly painful.
“...Oh, you’re those idiots. Okay. Wow, you managed to remember me way longer than I thought you would.”And why am I always compelled to insult people who have already proven they want to kill me? ...Well, I suppose it’s not like I can make them want to do anything worse to me.“I suppose there’s really only one solution to that, then.” She rolled up onto her feet, paused for a second to give the very briefest finger wiggle she could sort of claim was a wave, spun and sprinted for the door. “See ya!”
