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.
Granted, terrifying the men was fun. And they deserved it. But she was kind of running out of things to do. Listening to Isabel play with them was fun, but it was a bit... well, it wasn't the blood that was the problem; it was everything else that was a bit too much for her to look at for long. And prodding the blinded man and watching him flinch was amusing, only he stopped flinching after a bit and just lay there shaking. A bit amusing, but not so much that the entertainment lasted long. Eventually she gave up and circled around to place her shoe on his head, with just enough pressure to give him a headache.
...Hm. Apparently one of them thought he could escape. Really? Isabel was here. Allison was a bit limited as a fighter, sure, but Isabel wasn't. Isabel seemed to have noticed, though, so Allison raised an eyebrow, directed an amused look at the men in the cage, and stayed where she was.
The man did know. He'd hoped he could get through in a few swipes, but that had been proven wrong; he'd hoped he could get through before either of the girls noticed, but that clearly wasn't working either. Well, he had a new plan; he hacked a hold that was easily large enough for his arm, and then kept hacking, like he was still trying to get out. And once she was in reach, and believed he was stupid enough to try that, swung through the hole, at her. He didn't much care where he hit; a knife this big, she'd bleed out pretty quickly no matter what.
The other man wasn't as calm (or as angry) as the one with the knife. Seeing someone on his side with a knife, making a difference, though, helped him calm down. There wasn't another convenient weapon in the wall--or the floor, for that matter; that hidey hole was on the other side of the room--but he had a pocket knife. Once he remembered that he dug it out. It wasn't anywhere near as effective as the larger one, but by that point the bone manipulator had noticed what the first man was doing, so he set to work sawing quietly at the bone bars of the opposite end of the cage.
"No, that's okay." Allison supposed her staring into the cage was misleading, but she continued anyway. The men were nicely frozen against the wall while she did.
It was only entertaining for so long, though. And after a few minutes of watching their terror started to dull, and their glances started going to the bone and the wall as often as to Allison and Isabel. That was mildly irritating, but oh well; the brain was only capable of sustained terror for so long, especially when they weren't actually doing anything to the two yet. That could be fixed later.
Allison wandered back over, eyed the man Isabel was dealing with, and decided she was perfectly happy listening and not watching. So she turned back to the blinded man, and idly poked his side with her toe. He screamed, flinched, and did his best to scramble away from her. Allison burst into surprised laughter.
In the cage, one of the men was panicking too much to think. The other had been, but wasn't now; he'd realized exactly what part of the wall they were trapped against, and begun searching as discretely as he could for a section of board that would open.
He had to wait for the smaller girl to leave before he could actually open it, but as soon as she did he found almost what he'd hoped for. Not a gun, but a knife; most of a foot long, strong, and heavy. He left the sheath in the hidden hole, though he didn't bother to close it before pulling his arm back and swinging as hard as he could at the bone bars of the cage.
If he could kill Isabel--and the slut that was apparently her friend--he'd be famous....
"That sounds about right." Allison had really been aiming for taunting him with his friend's blood, but he could probably figure that out on his own. Pig worked. She traced another random, idle line of blood across his face, then used his shirt to wipe her hands off again.
The friend wasn't technically dead yet, but wasn't far off, and apparently wasn't much fun anymore either. Allison watched while Isabel let the next select itself, and rolled her eyes. Really, he thought he could get past Isabel? It couldn't possibly have been more obvious that she wanted him to try. He deserved whatever he got... though that was, again, gruesome. Maybe Allison should figure out a way to show Isabel neater ways of torturing humans.... Oh well. Maybe later. For now, Isabel could have fun however she wanted with these; it wasn't like they were enjoying the experience.
Though, one at least appeared not to be scared enough. And to think he could escape; how cute. Granted, the bones that made up his cage looked a bit fragile, but even if he could break them, he certainly couldn't break enough in a short enough time to escape before they noticed. That he was trying was irritating, though, so Allison left the blinded man and wandered over.
Watching him spot her and immediately back away was so satisfying. The other caged man imitating him was almost as good.
Allison stopped right next to the cage, and peered through. The men had backed away as far as they could, and were alternating stares at her and at Isabel. She grinned. "So what should we do to you two, then? You won't have to wait too long, I promise."
Allison managed to cut a... well, it wasn't particularly neat, but it looked sort of like a plus sign, if the raggedness was ignored, before withdrawing her hand. She frowned at it--a few fingers were coated in blood, and most of the rest of her hand was smeared with it from the man's thrashing, weakening though it was--before glancing around. She settled on using the man's shirt to wipe her hands off; a lot of it was already bloody, but there were enough clean patches to mostly wipe her hand off.
Hm. Allison hadn't realized quite how untalkative Isabel was until she started talking. Perhaps because she didn't know her very well, in this time. Oh well; she could work on fixing that later.
For now, the description of Zephyr was... concerning. Allison couldn't think of anyone Isabel had ever actually described positively, with the arguable exception of the Abyssi, but even that was barely, and only to taunt the boy slave.
Hm, hopefully he didn't remember the future....
Well. Either way. Isabel wasn't particularly positive in her opinions of people. This was unusual, though; he wasn't stupid or human or any typical description, he was making Isabel do thing. And not allowing her to do others. That was bad. And more than a bit disturbing, to think of someone that could force Isabel to do anything... well, without using the threat of letting naked men get within her sight, which seemed like the sort of thing that most people wouldn't think to use, and something Isabel would have complained about. And it didn't seem very like Zephyr, either.
Also? Cutting off in the middle of a sentence, and going to vague 'trouble.' That was definitely a bad sign. Allison only ever did that when thinking about... well. That memory was still one to shy away from, but knowing it existed was much easier with the five men screaming, whimpering, and begging around them.
Zephyr, though. Zephyr was clearly a problem. Isabel could hardly go to the police about him, and the police wouldn't likely be able to do anything anyway, but someone needed to. If Isabel couldn't....
Well, maybe Allison could. She wasn't as powerful as Isabel, but she was powerful in a completely different way. Subtlety wasn't really something Isabel favored, and most likely Zephyr had no idea Allison knew about him; maybe she could surprise him.
In the meantime, though, there were humans to deal with. Allison smiled at Isabel; what exactly it meant wasn't entirely clear even to her. We'll take care of Zephyr later; here are plenty of targets for your frustration; good job making them suffer. It could have been any, really.
And speaking of the men, the blinded one was begging again, and going on about how he was a good, respectable, church going man, and they couldn't do this to him. Allison frowned at him, then smiled, dug her fingers in toward the hanging one's heart again, walked over, and leaned down to smear the blood over the blinded man's mouth. Over was a fortunate choice; his mouth snapped shut, and she barely got her fingers away in time. That didn't bother her too much, since he was finally silent. "Want to guess what that is, sir?"
No, apparently he did not. That, or Allison had somehow discovered a mute button. "Isabel, want to inform him?"
Alright, that was... gruesome. Allison's smile flickered a bit as the bone urchin emerged, moved, and then started burrowing. Of course, that was mostly because she'd tried to imagine how it would feel, and immediately imagined it happening to her. That was bound not to go well. She shoved the thought aside though, and went back to smirking at the man. He probably didn't notice; he was a little bit preoccupied with pain at the moment. Which was a bit of a shame, he didn't get to be aware it was his own fault... but not so much that Allison objected.
"Really?" Allison edged closer, and leaned over to look for the heart. She had fairly long nails... she considered a moment before reaching for it. The man was loosing blood plenty quickly anyway; he wouldn't last that long, and terrifying the others was fun. "So what does this button do?"
It took a second to pick out the heart; it wasn't nearly as neat in reality as it was in textbooks, and Allison hadn't studied medical textbooks much anyway. At least, not the kind that had anything to do with the heart. She could find it, though, and her nail was perfectly capable of making blood well up.
"Zephyr?" That name sounded familiar. It took a moment to remember the Zephylin, and then Zephyr. He'd been... well, a lot like Queen Maxine, really; king of his own personal kingdom, thriving in the apocalypse and proud of it. Perhaps a bit less outspoken, though. Allison had had nothing against him then, and she was having... well, not fun, particularly, but she was too pleased and vindictive right now to be particularly upset. The comment still got her attention. "Why's he have any say?"
"Er... right...." That was good to know. It was also kind of the obvious answer, but still, good to know. Allison ran her hands through her hair, messing it up and then smoothing it back down, mostly to occupy herself while she caught back up with the conversation. "It's okay."
"It was a bit unexpected, mostly. I haven't told many people." Which she needed to do, but Allison didn't want to. Anyway, it'd be obvious eventually. And maybe if she didn't tell them and let them figure it out for themselves, they'd figure out not to ask too many questions about it. Especially not how. That was mostly the one she wanted to avoid.
...Wow. Allison had forgotten how overwhelming kids were. She was pretty sure she'd never encountered a kid quite that... energetic before, though, at least not that old. Mutation probably had something to do with it, considering where she was.
He seemed not to be able to teleport, though, for all the energy, so Allison had a few minutes to recover, and to attempt calling Cafas again. He didn't answer, nor did the phone ring; weird, since she didn't remember his phone ever being out of batteries before... but then Allison hadn't called him often before, either.
She still had the phone out when the kid returned; he didn't start climbing this time, but he did go back to bouncing from foot to foot. "They're coming! I dunno how they're gonna open the gate, 'cause I can't see a way to open it anywhere, but that's okay, he said he would. And he's an X man! Do you know any X men? They're really cool! So opening a gate's no problem!"
"Er, right." Allison was pretty sure the kid didn't hear her answer; he was busy continuing to talk. Didn't the kid need to breath? There were in fact adults approaching, though, so she let the kid keep talking and focused on them.
...Adults who... didn't look overly excited to see Allison. Hm. What had the kid told them? Allison gave a slightly hesitant smile and wave, and called to them. "Hello! I'm trying to get ahold of Cafas, but I think his phone's out of batteries?"
"Oh, darn." The tone the kid used to say that would normally be reserved for much worse words. Allison glanced down. His nose was bleeding, and he was already crouched down, leaning forward so the blood dripped on the ground.
"Are you okay? I have tissues...." A few, anyway. Somewhat squished, but that was what happened to tissues when they were carried around in pockets, even if they were in those little travel packs.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine! It's just something that happens sometimes. Cause of my mutation, or something. Hey, do you like kickball?" The way he was crouching somewhat restricted the kid's ability to bounce around. Instead, he was waving the arm that wasn't occupied pinching the bridge of his nose around in wild, uninformative gestures, apparently to make up for it.
Allison... really hoped her kid wasn't that energetic. She didn't think she could deal with that.
Allison choked on air. She then tried to breath, and had to cough a few times to be able to speak again. The delay was convenient, too. "Er--in, um, November. How--echoes?" She certainly hoped that was the reason. Not that it was exactly a secret, but... if that fact was spreading around, she'd prefer to know what else of the story was spreading with it. It made no sense that it would be, though, so Evelyn's echoes were probably it.
"Cities aren't, generally. Not the big ones; they weren't built for cars." Nor were newer cities, Allison had heard; something about grids being extremely inefficient. She wasn't sure what was supposed to be better, though. Circles, triangles? However efficient they might be for cars, she couldn't see them being easy to navigate. Regardless, the larger, older cities tended to be worse.
"Good luck with the museum." Allison refrained from commenting on driving; she wasn't sure she could think of anything that was reassuring, and not obviously false. 'That's why we're leaving the city, so that you'll be less likely to run into anything' wasn't exactly a great confidence booster. "It'll be less scary as you practice," was the best Allison could do.
Evelyn seemed to be ready to leave, though, so Allison stood up, using a hand against the tree trunk to help. "I'll talk to you later, then?"
Watching the upside down man try to grab Isabel and get his hands mangled was immensely satisfying. Granted, it wasn't this group that had gone after her hands--really, they'd gone after everything but her hands--but it was satisfying anyway. Maybe she should ask Isabel to help go after the Russian mob, too; she hadn't really thought about that yet, but it would be fun. Shame she probably wouldn't be able to find the exact individuals; mostly because she didn't know them. Regardless, Allison knew how disturbing it was to have your hands attacked, and fully approved of the mangling the upside down man's hands had gotten.
Allison abandoned the whimpering blinded man as Isabel examined hers, and wandered over so she could see. Normally watching someone's flesh be cut open, especially with a finger (or anything, really) stuck inside it would have made her flinch, but right now she was too occupied with being gleefully vindictive to flinch. She waited for him to look at her before grinning, then glancing over to Isabel. "Mind explaining what you're doing?" Reaching in indicated it probably would be happening inside, which meant Allison wouldn't see. Even if she could, hearing what was happening made it worse... and the other men would get to listen, too. Both were good additions.
Someone could hear. Well, whatever; Melissa didn't seem to be bothered, and she was the one who knew what she wanted. Allison's eyes flicked over to the man in hearing range (and consciousness) to be sure before answering. "Yeah, I am." And smiling, and leaning on the bar to casually, and prior to potential suspicious conversation, get closer to Melissa, so that the volume could drop before anything that needed to be secret was said.
Allison shook her head at the offered bottle. "No, not today anyway. I have to meet someone later." She didn't, of course, though it was possible that something would pop up; but it seemed like a less likely excuse to attract attention than being pregnant. As close to not attracting attention as walking into a bar by herself without planning to drink could be, anyway.
Allison edged away when the bug--Greg, apparently--set the clothes down. Whether she was trying to avoid the clothes or him wasn't entirely clear, but it was probably both. At least the shirt helped Megan.
...A bug. Megan had survived because they had been stalked by a bug. Which bowed. And had a name. Granted, Allison was used to Megan controlling spiders so it shouldn't have been that weird, but then she didn't worry about Megan's spiders stalking her. Or who they were reporting to if they did, or why. "Hubert" did not have that trust. Allison gave up, found a bed to sit on, and buried her face in her hands. "I can not deal with this." The comment wasn't really meant to be heard, so it wasn't very loud, but then neither was the room, so it might have been heard anyway. Allison ignored Greg's answer about Aura; she didn't really care that much how he knew her, as long as he did. Presumably, that meant Aura also knew him, and that he knew Aura was powerful. That was useful. "Right. She's my girlfriend." And, like most girlfriends, will probably not be very happy with anyone who tried to eat Allison. Hopefully the bug could at least figure out that implication.
"...No. They haven't." Allison's face was still hidden when she answered Megan, though she looked up to watch Greg leave. Whether that was good or not she couldn't quite decide; getting rid of the bug was definitely good, and having the healers gone was a relief. But talking was really not what Allison wanted to do. There wasn't really anything she did want to do, specifically, but still; talking was definitely not it.
"Maybe." Allison was able to answer casually, mostly because she wasn't quite aware what she was responding to; instead, she was busy trying to fight the various thoughts and emotions her own comment had brought up back into memory and out of her mind.
"Yeah, probably not yet." Some streets were clear--the majority, in fact, if you discounted the sort of cigarette butts and broken glass that was always in them--and Allison probably knew where most of them were. But some streets weren't, and those would likely cause all sorts of messed up and chaotic traffic, which was hardly a good environment to learn in. Especially for someone who didn't seem all that enthusiastic about driving in the first place. "Going outside the city might be good at first; so there's less traffic." It was how Allison had learned, anyway, though she had no idea if that was how most people did.
...Hm. Allison tried to keep her smile hidden as she dug her phone out, and added Evelyn's phone number to it, then rewrote the card. She had to make the numbers a bit smaller to accommodate the amount of ink in it, and leave allison in lower case, but that was fine. She grinned as she held the card back out to Evelyn and slid her phone back into a pocket. "Or you can let me know when you have time. I suspect you're busier than I am, if you're trying to clean up a museum."
Allison still glared at Roach as he answered Megan's question--normal greeting or not, she did not trust him--but nodded. "I don't know who he was. Might've just been insane." Allison winced at the memories of his expression, though that particular bit of disturbing was comfortingly normal. "Probably...." She certainly couldn't think of another reason.
Nor could Allison decide whether the bug or the clothes he was holding were more deserving of a wary, skeptical eye. She settled on shifting away a bit, and eyeing the bug; the clothes, probably, couldn't jump at her or Megan. "No, thank you." The words might have been polite, but the tone was abrupt and distracted. Really, even the words had only gotten out because she was too distracted to pay much attention to what she said. Different clothes would be good, but clothes that (might have) belonged to the bug, and certainly weren't hers, were not. Nor was the idea of having to undress when people were around; the healers were still hovering in the background, and Allison knew she couldn't really get rid of them, no matter how much their presence made her twitch. And she didn't dare try to shove the bug out; he was probably too heavy, and certainly too violent. So she had to deal with them until she could get herself and Megan away.
...And, apparently, Aura. Isabel could take care of herself, and the bug seemed to respect her orders. Aura could probably protect herself too, but that didn't make Allison any more willing to let the bug near her. She glared at him. "You know Aura?"
