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.
"Hm." Allison held an arm out, absently studying the tattoos and considering. "Well, it's kind of like when your leg falls really deep asleep, and the way it feels when it wakes back up. Only it's a bit more, a bit deeper, and only where the ink is moving instead of all over. It's not the worst," far, far from the worst, as Allison knew very well, "but it's not pleasant, definitely. I imagine it'd be worse to keep reliving it."
Allison grinned, and saw no reason not to pull herself up an pose a bit. It didn't actually make the tattoos that much more visible, but still. It seemed appropriate, and she felt like it. "It is. Mine are a bit different, since I change them all the time--I can do things that I wouldn't dare if I couldn't get rid of them. I dyed the white of my eyes black once, even; hurt way too much, but it freaked people out so much, it was fun." And hadn't made her even more blind, fortunately; she'd wondered a bit at the time, but the risk had seemed worth it, considering the danger she was in at the time.
"It is." Granted, the pale hair wasn't Allison's favorite, but Evelyn was still pretty, even if it wasn't in the way that Allison preferred. "One of my cousins has eyes like that. Once they turned bright green though, under a streetlight; I'm not sure whether that was just hazel or not. She was a bit younger than most mutants are, but...." Allison shrugged. "I doubt I'll ever hear if she is."
"Well, sort of." Allison brushed her hair out of her eyes, and leaned back against the tree a bit more. "It hurts less, but the ink still disturbs the nerves when it goes past them. The pain fades more quickly though, I suspect, and I used to make new tattoos every day, so I'm pretty used to it by now."
"Hm. That wouldn't be very helpful." Perhaps if Evelyn were in a spy movie, and the danger was of the hidden in plain sight variety, it would be useful. Otherwise... what she could see was generally what she wouldn't need extra information on, at least as far as danger went.
Allison laughed, and... well, bowing wasn't actually possible while sitting, and certainly flippant bowing wasn't, but that was the direction her gesture was intended to go. "I control ink. I recently started producing ink, too, which apparently means I don't get melanin anymore." She tapped a finger next to her eyes. "It's changed my eyes too, though I'm not sure it's done yet. They've been fading a lot more slowly than my skin did, and my hair's just growing out pale."
"Huh." Allison's new mental image of everything giving off pulsing waves like internet symbols or digital representations of the electrical signals that sharks picked up probably wasn't accurate, but it was the closest she could get. It definitely seemed distracting. "As long as the echoes don't distract you? Or do they prioritize more important things?" That could be more useful, if no less annoying.
"Yeah. Parties, dinner, prettymuch any time you meet people. Parties just tend to be harder since there aren't a lot of distractions, and they last a while." Which had, eventually, led to Allison creating her own distractions. That tended not to go over well. Which had led to her initially beginning to be deliberately odd, she thought. It had been a while, she might have started it in school.... "They only like honesty if you're honestly ditzy and worshipping them. Otherwise... nah, people like their egos." And Allison like messing with said egos. "Especially if they decide you're pretty. Then they really want you to think they're better than you are." And Allison had let them, mostly. It had just been easier. Besides, what would she ever have gained from putting effort into offending people?
"Echoes?" Allison wasn't sure what those were supposed to be in this context, but that probably indicated something mutation related. Unexplained words out of their normal context with implied significance generally did. Though.... "Yeah, I can see how that would be annoying."
Allison waved the apology off. "Oh, it's fine. I ramble plenty." When she got the opportunity, anyway. And it tended to be a lot less relevant than what Evelyn was saying. As for positive tactlessness, Allison was less sure how to fix that. "Well, avoiding their life story if good. Prettymuch everyone likes being told they look nice, or that something they're wearing is unusual, as long as you sound impressed instead of skeptical of it.... Basically being polite just consists of pretending you're stupider and more easily awed than you actually are." Which Allison wasn't happy about, though she'd just ended up pretending to be silly and easily distracted instead of stupid, so it really wasn't much of an improvement.
"Yeah, definitely." It seemed pretty unlikely to Allison that a museum would be abandoned, considering what went into them, especially if the damage was relatively minor. But fixing it faster certainly couldn't hurt.
"Hm." Allison could definitely see how that could be a problem. It was possible to use being less than perfect at socializing to succeed anyway... but Allison was using weirdness, not tactlessness. It was probably possible to make tactlessness useful too, but she didn't quite know how. "Maybe try being more outspoken. Add positive things, you know, so whatever you say that's critical isn't so much."
Allison wasn't entirely sure who the new (and apparently insane) man was, but as long as he and the other were distracting each other, she didn't care. She had to pull her jacket on--it wasn't as bad as the shirt, it turned out--before trying to pick Megan up.
That was difficult. Megan was heavy, and Allison wasn't particularly strong; she managed to pick Megan up, but only barely. Walking was difficult; really more a process of staggering than anything else, but that was okay. It was a lot easier to focus on her muscles hurting because she really wasn't strong enough for this and on making them work anyway than to focus on hurting for other reasons.
She only got about half a block away before jumping and almost falling at a shout. "Hey! Aren't you from Sanctuary?"
Alli turned. It took a second to recognize Alex, which it really shouldn't have, considering there were about twenty squirrels on and around him. She hesitated; she might know that he probably wasn't dangerous, but that didn't stop her emotions from dragging up more energy to panic at him. She kicked them away as quickly as she could. "Yes! We need to get back, can you help us?"
"Huh?" Alex did start herding squirrels across the street, thankfully, only to stop halfway there. "What happened to her?"
"It doesn't matter--" It did, it so much did, but Allison wasn't able to talk about it. "--it's too long, we need to go."
"Oh. Right!" Alex hurried the rest of the way over, and they managed somehow to get Megan carried between them. Several squirrels were shooed off of perching on Megan and Allison, and they began moving; not much faster than Allison had been going by herself, but slightly, and it was easier.
Alex made it about five steps before talking again. "Seriously, what happened?"
Allison would have groaned, if she'd had the energy. "Not now."
"Sorry."
How far was it to Sanctuary? Ten blocks, maybe? Allison really hoped they made it.
Allison leaned against the wall, hands splayed on it to try and hold herself in place, and tried not to gasp in pain. She managed somehow, even though she was still crying. She wanted to try to wipe the tears away, but her hands were occupied with the wall; she wasn't sure she could move and still stay on her feet.
She could hear Mike through the door, and other things; she was spending too much brain power on staying upright to bother with the other things, and as soon as the door opened she pushed herself into it as fast as she could.
It worked, sort of. She found herself laying on Mike. Or his body; he was still gasping, but not going to survive a shot in his throat. He blurred, and she realized she was crying on him. How ironic.
And then Cafas was there. She did gasp as he picked her up, from surprise as much as pain. It took a second to sort out that something was wrong, though she still hadn't figured out what. She grabbed his shoulders and clung. "Wait, CJ--"
Oh. That was what; Mike had to have been shot by someone. Allison stared at the detectives with wide eyes, and let herself start crying once Cafas set her down.
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Allison kept her face carefully pleased as the show ended, and leaned over to Cafas. She kept her voice even more carefully lowered so no one else could hear. "Why do I spend so much time crying?"
"Maybe you could ask a school or something. I know there are a lot that require community service from students, this could be a way for some of them to get something. And the school would like the PR from having students help clean up." Allison's school had required it, anyway. She wasn't entirely sure why, they didn't require enough to be significant, but she supposed it was better than not requiring any. Of course, that was assuming that what needed to be fixed wasn't something only experts could repair. But Evelyn had said nothing too valuable was damaged, so it seemed likely that most of the damage was fairly easy to fix. If nothing else, a few high school kids could carry around supplies and go on errands.
"Hm. Yeah, I can see how that'd be annoying." Alli hadn't ever been that bothered by other people, unless she was in a really bad mood or really focused on something important, but those times were rare. "Don't they give you your own rooms, though?" She was fairly sure she remembered that. Certainly they ought to be able to, with the size they remembered the building being.
...Hm. Actually, that might be worth considering. Well, just buying her own apartment was probably a better idea, but if she couldn't find one... the Mansion was probably a safer place for babies than Sanctuary was. Probably. She'd have to look into it, anyway, when she got a chance.
"It was. At least, for everyone who knew her." For her... well, she had to smell confusion. At least the mutation wasn't one she'd always had; she understood that other people reacted to events, not just scents.
"Ugh. I'm sorry." In that abstract mannerly way, at least. Allison really didn't know Evelyn enough to be truly sorry. "Is the guard gone, at least?" Arrested... well, was unlikely. The police had been busy elsewhere, after all.
"Oh, really? You are?" Allison sat up a bit more and smiled. "I've been there, but only once and it was a while ago, so I don't know it well. How do you like it?"
"You'd think, only she couldn't be annoyed either unless she smelled something that made her annoyed. It was... kind of sad, really." It might give her the ability to control her moods to be happy all the time--in theory, at least--but even that didn't seem worth it to Allison, to lose the ability to feel things for any reason. Sure the feelings were there, but they meant nothing. But then, Emily couldn't feel bad for that loss without finding the right scent first, either.
"I suppose that is part of riots." Not that Allison had had anything to do with keeping the police busy. At least, she hadn't run into them personally... which was a relief, and made the adventure a bit more risky than she felt totally secure thinking about now. Oh well; nothing had gone wrong, anyway, so she'd just be more careful next time. "Still, a museum seems like an odd place to attack, especially if they weren't trying to steal something valuable. I guess some people just like destruction, though."
Allison could understand that, a little bit. Not enough to do it, herself, she'd feel too bad due to other considerations, but... she could understand.
"Oh. That'd suck." Allison's room had been left completely untouched by the riots, but then, it was in Sanctuary. "Do you know how you'll get it fixed?" And where you're staying? That seemed like an obvious question too, but this late after the riots, Allison figured that Evelyn probably would have figured that out already. Besides, she didn't look like she was lacking a home; her hair was a little less than perfectly neat, but she had referred to just getting off of work. That was more than a sufficient explanation for it.
"Yeah. And there are some that aren't ever useful. I met a guy once whose mutation forced him to keep every promise he made... and twisted his mind to make him, I think. And someone whose mood was controlled by what she smelled...." And she really ought to get back in contact with both of them. Especially Emily. She didn't remember either of their phone numbers, though. Maybe she could find Emily online....
Allison wrinkled her nose at that. "Really? Why would anyone attack a museum?" The riots themselves... well, she ought to object to, and she knew they were a bad thing, but she really didn't regret them. Either way, though, attacking museums was stupid; the buildings were hardly responsible for injustice, and wrecking them or anything in them wouldn't do anything to fix it. "I hope they didn't break anything too important?"
Allison laughed. Migrating tattoos. Most people just identified her by the fact that she had tattoos, but migrating worked too. "It'd be useful a lot more than many, I suspect. Not too many situations where throwing fireballs is useful... and legal, anyway." The same applied to ink, of course, but Allison didn't really want to encourage anyone to start thinking about the illegal uses of her ability. Especially not someone who was superhumanly intelligent, even if so far she'd only mentioned observant.
"Cool. I've never worked in a museum, but I bet it'd be fun." Depending on the museum, anyway. Some would certainly be more interesting than others. Allison was pretty sure she'd heard about a Museum of Knitting at some point; that was one that she definitely wouldn't enjoy....
Perhaps. So... the girl wasn't comfortable with being a mutant, or she had always had a subtle mutation. Which it was Allison had no real idea; her mutation had never really been mistakable for anything but what it was, even though it had taken her a while to figure out the details of it. Well, either way it didn't really matter to Allison. "What are your abilities?"
"Oh, it's fine." Allison waved off the apology, then after a second waved at the ground. "I'm Allison." Though, the girl might have already known that... well, too late. It was polite, anyway. "And you should sit. Which museum do you work at?"
...Okay, this was an odd girl. Allison blinked. Most people did not openly talk about mutations. At least, not unless they were in the Sanctuary, or presumably some similarly mutant-friendly place. Which the middle of a park was distinctly not.
Allison's leg twitched. (Bang.)
Yeah. Parks weren't mutant friendly at all. Allison smiled anyway; this girl apparently was mutant friendly. "It can be." It could also be a number of other things, but those weren't best discussed with strangers.
"So, you have a mutation, then?" Allison couldn't see anything obvious about her, but then Allison hadn't been obvious... and still wasn't, really, once she took the tattoos off. And not many non-mutants felt comfortable talking about mutations; even if they weren't prejudiced, they still expected it to be a huge, dramatic subject. So, casual questions probably meant the girl had a mutation.
