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.
She'd expected, mostly, to be hit on. Or maybe that he would demand an apology from her, or that she forgive and forget everything because he would prefer that she did, and anyway, he hadn't actually stolen anything from her, right? An actual apology was not anywhere in the list of options she'd come up with.
Which gave the kid a decent start, but Allison still wasn't sure she wanted to forgive him. Granted, she wasn't sure what else he could do beyond apologize, but it still seemed a little disproportionate to trying to steal from her and then using her as porn, along with whatever else he did with those memories. "Okay, decent start. So why should I forgive you?"
Apparently they really weren't happy to see Allison. Or the man wasn't anyway; the woman either wasn't as worried, or was better at hiding it. They let her in, though... and if this were a week ago their suspicions of her could have been entirely justified, so she let it go with a smile. No point being mad that the man was both halfway intelligent and bad at lying. Her smile grew a bit (and more relieved) when the kid was sent away; he was way too much for Allison to handle for long. Though apparently a bit of his rambling had rubbed off on the man; he kept skipping topics.
"I'm Allison." Personally, she'd just started assuming any odd name had either been chosen by the person, or given to them by some sort of guardian or leader after their parents were gone. Apparently that was not the case with Saphirus's name, though... or else the Mansion had a lot fewer unusual names than the Sanctuary did. She supposed that would make sense... and was now wondering how Cafas had gotten his name. Oh well. "Nice to meet you both."
"Er." Politeness abruptly lost to fear as 'your mutation won't work' was mentioned. Allison froze just inside the gate, then put a smile back on and continued. She could always just run away from the woman's aura, right? They were outside after all, and there were only two of them. Besides, it was the Mansion; if she couldn't relax at least a little bit here, then there probably wasn't anywhere safe, no matter how she felt. She could at least always tell them she was pregnant if she had to, even if the X men weren't actually all good, they certainly had a reputation to protect, so they probably wouldn't risk hurting a pregnant woman in any way that damaged the pregnancy.
And anyway, she still needed to find Cafas. That was a good excuse to ignore the subject for now. "It's kind of a long story... you know he's in a movie, right? I am too, there's something we need to do for that, but it came up kind of last minute and his phone must be off."
The logic didn't sound too bad. Not exactly trustworthy, beyond this immediate circumstance, but not too bad. Nothing Allison could easily find to spot a lie, anyway. Believing him would make sense. But he'd kidnapped her. Allison was having more than a little difficulty getting past that.
On the other hand, John was screaming, and Rick sounded close to it. That didn't make Allison feel any safer, but it was tempting. Hearing them scream was nice.
Allison kept watching and wavering for a moment before nodding slowly. She didn't take her eyes off the men, but did crouch down to carefully pick up the sack, and fold it over her arms. "Where are we going?" The question was an odd mix of resignation and defensive aggression, and probably sounded quite resentful.
As lucky as Allison tended to be about getting out of situations, she had a lot less luck for staying out of them. So it wasn't the first time she'd woken up sore and chained, though naked and soaked in cold water was a new addition to the combination. That had its own memories, though they were much less sinister, at least for her; Allison wasn't sure whether it was the fact that she could, in fact, yell quite loudly, or the fact that she'd been seventeen, done growing and sleeping in her underwear that made that particular cousin decide her room was a terrifying place and never to be visited again. Either way, she'd only had to wake up that way once.
Waking up this way was even less appreciated. It was also quite slow; even once Allison was conscious it took a few more minutes to sort out anything coherent from the sensations and associations, and come to the conclusion that she had no idea where she was, but it was probably not good.
That was... really all she could figure out, though. She didn't remember anything that could have led to this, so she'd probably been kidnapped again. While sleeping? Or drugged so she didn't remember, or brainwashed by a mutation, or she was one of those stories she'd heard about mutants being kidnapped as children and given false memories... admittedly, that last seemed unlikely, seeing as she knew of the concept. She'd keep it in mind until it was disproven, though.
The surroundings didn't clarify much. Dim, blurry gray spotted with bright sparks that drifted; she was probably hallucinating those, considering the headache. And... she blinked a few times while she checked. Dizzy seemed very likely, though she couldn't be totally sure. So she had a concussion again, probably. That made the kidnapped while sleeping idea less likely, as well as any drug plan that didn't involve hitting her first. The various pains she was feeling and trying to ignore argued against that, too, but Allison hoped she was hallucinating those as well.
Oh. Someone was talking? Allison blinked again, and tried turning her head to see if she could find whoever it was. They weren't on the first side she checked, but by the time she got her head back upright she decided not to try again. The pain seemed less and less like a hallucination. "What?"
Allison had been hit by unnatural, mutation-caused gale-like forces before. They had not, however, been this strong, nor had she been as unprepared; she'd known that attacking Zephyr either worked or didn't, and if it didn't, then you were done, so she hadn't wasted thought or energy on preparing. That probably wasn't a wise decision, as the broken shoulder, wrist, and fingers indicated. The fractured skull and ribs added to the argument, as did the various cuts and bruises. Since she was unconscious, that made no particular difference, though; she wasn't particularly aware of the argument.
She was also unaware of the damage the fetus had sustained. At roughly five months old, it didn't have anything resembling a mind yet, but then life had desperately survived for millennia before minds existed. Normally, that wouldn't have mattered; fetuses aren't particularly resilient, nor do falling TVs really care what's in their way.
This was Sanctuary, though. Nothing is normal in Sanctuary. The fetus didn't die, and in fact, in a few minutes was perfectly healed. Not unchanged, but the changes were unnoticeable, apart from a wave of pain that Allison wasn't conscious to notice.
Allison made a point of rolling her eyes. Technically, sure, she probably could toss it fairly accurately, and he could catch it anyway (or just grab it from her hand, she was sure), but if he didn't remember her, there was no reason to admit she knew that. For that matter, even if he did remember, that didn't necessarily mean she did; plenty of people seemed not to. And when it gave her the perfect opportunity....
Allison hopped off the chair's arm, and walked toward Zephyr. "Really? You don't throw cookies, you don't risk them falling. They're cookies." Cookies were, indeed, too good to risk wasting for most purposes. So Allison let ink pool just beneath the back of her hand as she walked, held it in place as she held the cookie out toward Zephyr, and then pulled it up through her hand, and flung it at Zephyr's face. She couldn't quite aim exactly for the lethal point in the brain, but that was fine; hitting it anywhere would cause enough disruption to give her plenty of time to reach the lethal spots. Having to aim through the front of his face was unfortunate, but trying to sneak the ink around and behind him would have left too much time for him to notice it. Faster was the best chance she had now. Besides, the ink pool was small, no larger than a finger nail; it wouldn't be too easy to see and realize what it was at once.
It took a few seconds for Allison to notice someone had spoken to her. It didn't happen that often, and when it did it was generally by a limited number of people; she'd developed the habit of tuning out any voice that didn't belong to Aura or Isabel, at least while she was in Sanctuary. And Isabel she generally had to track down, anyway. This was A: a guy, and B: definitely not Aura, and it took a moment for Allison to realize he was talking to her. She raised her eyes from the magazine just enough to look over at him.
"I have a girlfriend, so no." It took another moment to realize she recognized him, mostly due to the hummingbird tattoo. Quite convenient, she'd have to start giving those out to more people.... "As you ought to be aware of."
Allison didn't particularly want to eat. Well, she did, but she wanted mostly to eat fruit, ice cream, and preferably both. She'd been letting everyone (that knew, anyway, so really not many people at all) blame it on cravings, but really it was just her. She always wanted fruit and ice cream.
She needed other foods, though, even if they weren't appealing at all. And she was feeling sort of hungry. Actually, very hungry; she'd been sort of hungry a few hours though. But Allison was reading, and it was interesting. Most of the article on brain structure was review for her, really, but it went into more detail than she'd studied before, or more than she remembered anyway. It was giving her interesting ideas.
Eventually hunger became too annoying to ignore, though, so Allison folded half of the magazine back, and carried it with her toward the kitchen. She kept reading as she walked; she'd learned years ago how to do that, and as long as she glanced up occasionally to check where people were, it wasn't an issue.
That... was not what Allison had expected. Apparently Zephyr was one of the ones who didn't remember the future... or who had just assumed that the Amazons were a giant lesbian orgy, instead of having relationships. Allison had never decided which was stupider; those rumors, or the rumors about the Amazons kidnapping men because they weren't lesbians. Or that both were true.... Both was probably stupidest, just by virtue of math, but really they all reached a level of stupidity beyond measure.
Oh well. Unless he actually said something, forgetting was probably the most likely option. He certainly wasn't acting like he knew Allison, which would be helpful. Not many people expected her to be able to do anything useful. Now if he would just get closer, Allison could deal with him.
He wasn't, though, and in the meantime, Isabel's stammering was even more amusing. Allison mostly suppressed a giggle, grabbed a cookie, and sat up to offer it to Zephyr. "I'm sure you've already interrupted as much as you can. They are good cookies though, want one?" Her grin might have been a bit larger than offering cookies to strange men justified, but that was entirely due to the laughter she was still suppressing. Isabel probably wouldn't react well to being laughed at. Granted she'd probably just sulk off to her room, but still; that could ruin this opportunity, and would certainly make any more unlikely.
Granted, apparently Allison wasn't doing much to convince her not to listen to sappy pop music. That was a bit disappointing. But Allison's personality wouldn't even be recognizable if she didn't enjoy bewildering people, and Isabel was hardly exempt. Aura might be, on some topics... not all, though.
The applause was unexpected. Allison was comfortable in Sanctuary, though, so she turned and took another bite of cookie (waiting while she sang was frustrating enough, and why she stopped partway through) instead of spinning to see who it was.
Who it was turned out to be sort of expected, and sort of not. Allison had started following Isabel around to begin with because it seemed to be the only way to find Zephyr, but it had taken long enough she hadn't really been expecting him to appear now. He did have amusing timing though; Isabel's stammering was one of the funnier things she'd heard recently. That was probably why she deliberately misunderstood, and leaned over so her shoulder was just barely touching Isabel's arm. "Yes?" She gave an idle wave to Zephyr while she did, but paid more attention to Isabel. Unless he was drastically weaker now, she'd need to surprise him to kill him; paying too much attention to him would be a good way to ruin that.
Allison jumped back automatically from the sack, and stumbled slightly when she landed. She didn't know that it was the same sack, but anything thrown at her was bad. Seeing that it was another sack she could be kidnapped with did not reassure her anymore, and she edged closer to the door.
He noticed though, and she had to decide between staying (relatively) near him or getting closer to the sack. She glared at him and stayed where she was, though she turned to watch him and her hands loosened their grip on each other. She probably couldn't actually accomplish anything against him, but she still felt better if she was able to move.
If this had been nearly anyone else, Allison probably would have trusted him. But it was coming from the guy who'd kidnapped her; that was kind of a difficult issue to get past.
...He probably wasn't working with the Russians any more, though, going by the whole causing-serious-injury thing. Or else Rick and John had seriously offended someone higher up. Allison had no idea which was more likely, or even what would answer the question.
He'd left the door, but Allison was too confused to trust that, either; what if the whole point was that a trap was waiting outside it for her? She backed toward it anyway, but only to get away from the sack she pointed at. "I'm not touching that. Why are you here?"
Allison let the silence lengthen while Megan paced. It wasn't a comfortable silence at all, it left her entirely too much time to think, and to worry about Megan and what had happened to her and if she'd recover or was doing more damage to herself and if she blamed Allison and if Allison ought to explain to her that it was Allison's fault even if she didn't.
Being hugged was... not what Allison had expected. She hadn't been sure what Megan would do, really, but hugging was not generally what she expected from someone who'd just become visibly furious. It was... sort of a good sign, despite being unexpected, except that now Allison wasn't sure if Megan had remembered anything. She didn't fight the hug, anyway, but she couldn't make herself relax in it. That might not be due to the hug though; she didn't feel like she'd relax for a while. Well, she didn't feel like she'd ever relax, actually, but that was probably her emotions exaggerating.
"She's not here." Allison hadn't seen Aura in too long a time to not make her wonder, but the bug had confirmed it. And confirmed who to blame for it.... She didn't think she could do anything about it, though; certainly not right now. Not while Megan was here, and apparently friends with the bug... that thought made her shiver. "How... what... do you remember?"
Allison squeaked and tried to jump away when she noticed the bottle flying past; considering how fast it was going, that was approximately the time the bottle smashed against the wall, so it didn't make much difference. Her voice was drowned out by the guy yelling, and any movement she might have made was restricted by Rick's hold on her.
That changed when the guy grabbed Rick's throat; Allison scrambled away as quickly as she could as soon as he let go of her, and backed toward a wall. Not the one the door was in, so she was ignored. She held the kicked hand in the other while she watched the fight; it didn't actually do anything, but it felt better than just letting it hang.
That... was definitely the guy who'd kidnapped her, then. What was he doing? He had no objection to her being here, and no reason to object to anything they did to her either; it wasn't like they could demand their money back from him if they killed her. She couldn't think of any reason he'd be here, unless someone else had offered to pay more for her, and even that seemed unlikely. Allison saw no reason to bother hiding her distrust when he approached, and she slid along the wall, away from the guy and toward the door. "Why are you here?" Bantering was automatic for Allison a lot of the time, but right now she was too hurt and too worried for it; instead her tone veered into suspicion and aggression.
Isabel... really needed to socialize more. Seriously, who didn't know what to do with cookies? It wasn't exactly difficult to figure out. Allison was pretty sure Isabel still needed to eat. She rolled her eyes--only slightly, but she felt justified in that, and Isabel could deal with it--and took another bite of her cookie before commenting. "It's a cookie. You're supposed to eat it."
...Really needed to socialize more. Seriously. Didn't Isabel at least have a computer or something? Allison wasn't sure they even made actual radios anymore, except in cars. Either way, it didn't even take socializing to enjoy music.
Also? Whatever was on the radio tended to be pop. The idea of Isabel enjoying boy bands, or the sort of flirty boy-obsessed women that were allowed into mainstream popularity was... disturbing, and made Allison distinctly suspect mind control. Clearly this needed to be fixed.
It was Allison's turn to hold her cookie suspended in the air (though she made no attempt to avoid getting her fingers in chocolate) while she finished the most recent bite, and began singing. "It's not the time, it's not the place, I'm just another--pretty faces, so don't come any closer~ You're not the first, you're not the last, how many more? Don't even ask! You're one more dead composer~ Do I need you? Yes and no. Do I want you? Maybe so. You're getting warm, you're getting warm, you're getting warmer~oh. Did you plan this--all along? Did you care if--it was wrong? Who's getting warmer now, that I'm gone?"
She was not sitting right. Allison straightened. It didn't make much difference visibly, but it made singing easier. "Misery loves company, and company loves more; more loves everybody else, but hell is others~ Misery loves company, and company loves more; more loves everybody else, but hell is others~" Taking another bite of cookie was tempting, but would ruin her ability to sing.
"I'm not for you, you're not for me, I'll kill you first, you wait and see; devil undercover~ You're not a prince, you're not a friend, you're just a child, and in the end, you're one more selfish lover~
"Do I need you? Yes and no. Do I want you? Maybe so. You're getting warm, you're getting warm, you're getting warmer~ oh. Did you plan this--all along? Did you care if--it was wrong? Who's getting warmer now, that I'm gone?"
((Can't link to the song due to swearing, but it's by Emilie Autumn.))
"Both, of course. Can't you see the uniform?" Allison perched on the arm of Isabel's chair and balanced the plate of cookies on Isabel's lap before grabbing one. She, of course, was not wearing a uniform, or anything that could be mistaken for one; the shirt was too loose and far too casual (even if any company had included bright blue uniforms), and the jeans were just barely short of having holes worn in them. They probably did already, for that matter, if you happened to have a magnifying glass to look with. Maybe if she worked in some sort of alternative clothing shop they could be passed off as fitting... she wasn't sure 'wear fashionable clothes that can be bought here' counted as a uniform, though. Maybe a dress code.
The cookies were chocolate chip, and the chips were still half melted. Technically, this was due to their being reheated, but they'd only been baked the day before so it wasn't much difference. They still tasted the same, anyway.
There was probably already chocolate and cookie crumbs around Allison's mouth by the time she got around to talking, instead of giving Isabel pointed looks to eat the cookies. How pointed they were considering Allison was simultaneously occupied with eating a hand-sized cookie was unclear, but they were intended to be pointed. "What music do you listen to?"
