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.
So I struggled to do this-- namely because I was too picky, but also there are not a lot of gifs of my pbs out there. *eyeroll* Shaaaaame on me for choosing semi-obscure pb's. HOWEVER, I did find some and wanted to share. Please note, I used human versions because otherwise it'd be toooooo much work.
GINA:
How could you say no to those big, brown eyes? :c
"Oh. Hehehe."
CHASE:
Slightly-older Chase has his doubts, but whatever....
Slightly-younger Chase trying to work the charm.
JACK:
When the going gets rough, the tough get going.
I imagine that she, in this context would be describing something technical like, "This needs to go up there," or something to that effect.
BONUS, KHALIL (because literally, his pb is EVERYWHERE... ironically...):
Someone needs to convince him to get a snake. He would legitimately walk around with it.
In this context I imagine he's about to lose his cool (see the smoke?).
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The shifter child hoisted himself up onto the counter, pushing himself up with one knee and then kneeling on the counter. If they had Nesquik it'd be on the top shelf of this cabinet, Chase was certain. He carefully swung one door open, then the other… oo! Right there! He could see the rounded plastic edges of the yellow the gleaming dimly in the half-light. Chase rose into a standing position, grasping the sought-after container.
The surface prickled with the indistinct wash of multiple signatures. Numerous people used this powder. Chase was sliding off of the counter when he heard the precarious splash of water and Kalos's cry for help. With one click glance, the boy haphazardly slid down.
“That's too much water!” Chase protested, moving to help Kalos, “And you need a pot, not a bowl. Here.”
The human-shifter tucked his arms under the bowl, the insides of his arms stinging as he took the bowl and upended it over the sink. The water rushed eagerly out. Chase bashfully rubbed the coral flush from the inside of his arms. Kalos's signature was already on the bowl.
The shifter child padded to the cabinet full of pots and pans, fishing out the appropriately sized one. This pot was offered to Kalos.
“This is what you need,” Chase declared, “You use pots on the stove. It heats better. And you don't need so much water.” Chase pointed to the edge of the pot, about halfway up. “About halfway full should be good. Fill it up to here.”
That said, Chase retrieved his Nesquik mix from the counter, setting it with the milk and the mug.
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“That makes no sense,” the child protested, “If it's by what's easiest, addition and subtraction should come first. That's way easier than multiplying or subtracting!”
The older boy noticed that Chase had penciled in the answer and demanded he reveal his process. Chase's eyes cut guiltily sideways. Instead he continued processing the equation which, at the end, also came out to twenty-four. Chase circled the answer.
“You, uh… said the answer…” the boy admonished. He had said the answer in Spanish, and Chase had understood it.
“I'm Chase,” was the boy's dutiful response. Back to the worksheet.
2. 1 - 5 + 1 x (4 x 4 - 31) x 8
Chase looked up at Ignacio. Slyly he asked, “So, what's the answer to this one?”
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jun 26, 2017 20:59:33 GMT -6
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Kalos scolded the groggy boy, which didn't seem to earn any outward reaction from him. He scratched his head, listening as she hotly explained that she was making food. Chase padded towards the cabinets for a mug…might as well make hot milk since he was awake. Would it be hot strawberry milk or hot chocolate milk?
He stood on his tiptoes, popping open a cabinet and fishing out a ceramic mug. Kalos proffered a box of macaroni and cheese, explaining the process. It was one of the only boxed dinners that Chase knew how to cook, but he let the younger girl school him.
“Sounds like you have it all figured out,” the boy agreed. He rose the cup to Kalos and said, “I'm just gonna get some warm milk, and then I'll get outta your way.”
And while drinking his milk, he'd sit on the counter and watch Kalos like a hawk, albeit a sleepy hawk. Make sure she didn't burn herself or burn down the kitchen. The boy shuffled to the fridge, squinting against the too-bright light of the open fridge. He fished out a gallon of milk and kicked the fridge shut. Now where… was… the Nesquik? Mug and milk were deposited on the counter.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jun 26, 2017 20:41:25 GMT -6
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The child slouched churlishly into his hand, his lips thinning in annoyance. Perhaps the older kids didn't mean it in a bad way, but Chase took it in a bad way.
“That's me,” he grumbled, “The stupid twelve-year-old.”
Chase showed no verbal indication of understanding the teen's Spanish exclamation, but he penciled “24” into the answer key. He scrunched his brow at the older boy. He spoke the same language that his biological parents did.
The boy squinted back at the page. He did have to show his work. Answers were only worth partial credit… he knew seven times three was twenty one. Chase did that equation and then dropped the rest down.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jun 24, 2017 11:06:26 GMT -6
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Chase made no indication of hearing Kalos's complaint, though the “I can't sleep” protest made something click in his mind. There had been a few times in the young shapeshifter's life when the hunger that gnawed at his stomach had been enough to cost him sleep. Chase's eyes slid open as Kalos resigned herself and retreated, the world swimming before his sleepy eyes.
She wanted his help.
Drowsiness tugged at his eyelids, and the shifter child nodded off for a few moments before jolting awake once again. The boy rolled from bed, his toes flexing against the carpet. Kalos was either in her bedroom, or in the kitchen. Chase roused himself to investigate.
Moments later, after a brief detour to his friend’s bedroom, a rather rumpled human-shifter stood in the entryway into the kitchen. It took a moment for the boy to register Kalos’s location. On the counter, retrieving something from the cabinets.
“What are you doing?” Chase mumbled, rubbing sleep from his eyes. His hair stuck out at odd angles, and the tile was cold beneath his feet. Maybe he should have put on socks or a robe. Instead he stood there in a short-too-big, his boxers, and a barefooted natural form. He was too tired to put effort into a shift.
“Don't fall,” the boy warned, padding to the fridge. If he was up, her might as well get drink.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jun 24, 2017 10:50:33 GMT -6
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The boy bristled at the big kid's bright exclamations of sympathy and proposals of assistance. He didn't really even give Chase the opportunity to answer, he just clambered off the couch and meandered on over. Chase puffed his cheeks out at the assumptive older boy.
He did, however, claim to know how to do this kind of math. And the sooner Chase finished his homework, the sooner he could get around to things he actually wanted to do—like video games or playing outside.
“Do you really know how to do this?” Chase demanded, his tone thick with skepticism.
>> "I came because none of the boxes have inside what is the picture on the outside. The inside is all hard and it crunches and I don't know what to do to make it like the picture."
“Boxes,” the human shifter reiterated groggily. What boxes? Was she unpacking her things? At this hour?? Chase rubbed his eyes, stifling a yawn.
>> "They took away my secret food from my room."
“You had secret food in boxes?” the boy’s confusion was deepening. He gave an even bigger yawn, stretching. It was bed time. And Kalos was looking through her boxes for a food stash. Chase knew a handful of students who stashed candies or sodas in their room—some bigger kids had mini-fridges. Maybe Kalos had been stashing food in her room, in boxes, but the grown-ups took it…?
Chase was kind-of getting it but not.
>> "I came here because you are a helper. I know the sun is down. But... I... Can you help? Please?"
“Can’t we look for your food in the morning?” the boy sighed, flopping back into his pillow, “When it’s light out? It’s so late right now…”
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jun 18, 2017 14:50:19 GMT -6
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Chase continued pensively nibbling his pencil when the bigger boy came in. He was yelling farewell to some “chicas”, opening the blinds (which Chase had closed because it was getting hot), and then of all the couches he could have chosen, he chose the couch adjacent to where the boy was working.
>> "Hey, there. What are you doing? You look stressed out! Homework tends to that to you."
If he already knew it was homework, why was he asking in the first place? Chase thinned his lips, an annoyed orange weaving its way into his gaze.
“It’s math homework,” the boy mumbled. Why wouldn’t math homework stress him out? His ears were starting to flush with embarrassment, “I hate math.”
That was better than saying that you weren’t good at math, which was also true. Chase wasn’t good at school in general. Now that this big kid was watching him, though, shame was compelling him to act like he knew what he was doing. Still on the first question. He’d work down the line.
Let’s see, forty divide by one was forty. Easy enough! Chase wrote “40” on the paper. Forty plush three was fourty-three… Minus… parenthesis three times seven. Chase froze. What did you do with the parenthesis again? Ugh, and the big kid was watching him.
Prior to coming to the Mansion, Chase had been a light sleeper. Having a healthy fear of his parents, of the other boys in the system, of people on the streets, necessitated keeping one ear tuned to the world around you. After coming under Gemma’s care and gaining his own, secure bedroom within the Mansion, Chase learned to be a solid sleeper. It was thus that Kalos found him, bundled in a pile of blankets and very much asleep, only his crown of two-tone hair and closed eyes visible.
The eyes slid open when the silhouette hissed quietly at him, patting his comforter. Ruling this to be a dream, the heavy lids slid shut again. Just a dream. It’ll go. Too tired t-
>> "Chaaaaaase. Please wake up."
Sleepy eyes blinked back open, and the blanket was pulled down from the shifter-child’s face. His eyes were watery with sleep, and Chase tried to rub the sleep from them.
“Kalos?” he rasped, slowly propping himself up on his elbow, “What are you- why-“ he looked towards the digital clock across the room, “It’s late… why aren’t you-“ *yawn* “-sleeping?”
His brain, bogged-down in a sleepy sludge, was struggling to understand how Kalos had arrived in his room.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jun 17, 2017 11:23:44 GMT -6
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The human-shifter sat solemnly at a coffee table in the living room, nibbling the eraser-end of a pencil. His right hand, free from pencil-holding duties, propped up his head and added to the absolutely befuddled impression that Chase gave. It was his greatest enemy-- math homework.
To be fair, Chase was not a strong student to begin with. He found his mind wandering all too often-- the appeal of drawing geometric suits of armor in the margins of his work or staring out the window were far too appealing
Now he was paying for it, in the form of make-up work. While Chase had managed to skid-by with an average grade in all of his other classes, he outright hadn't passed math. This earned him summer school, so that he could progress to the next grade-level in the Fall.
Presently, the shifter child was puzzling over his homework, apparently tasting his pencil for edibility. He was staring down a paper that read, "Using the Order of Operations". Spare the untidy "Chase Terrazas" scrawled at the top of the page, the worksheet itself was blank. When would they use the Order of Operations in the real world, anyways? Math was like... the subject designed to torture twelve-year-olds.
Chase lay his head upon the coffee table, glowering at the first problem upon the page.
1. 40 ÷ 1 + 3 - (3 x 7) + 7 - 5
In big, bold letters, the teacher had reminded them to "Show your work for full credit!!" but that implied that you knew what work needed to be done. Last time, Chase had just gone down the line, left to right (the way you read) and hadn't gotten a single answer right.
Sigh. The twelve year old kept his head upon the table.
"I'm dying," he groaned to no one in particular, "Bury me in math worksheets."
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Delta 7 nodded back to Mirage, watching as their form retreated in the Mirror. They paused, before leaving, and offered a parting sentiment.
>> "Camelot. Remember that. Whatever face we wear when we meet, that'll be our word. So that we can tell each other who we are. Okay? I'll see you soon, Delta 7."
He forgot things, which was one thing Delta 7 knew with full certainty. After missions, during missions—losing forms, being reconditioned, those things made him forget. What if he did forget? What if they forgot about him? What if they were just saying that? A dismayed look touched the kid’s face, but to Mirage’s back, his voice was unwavering.
“See you soon,” he echoed, a knot rising in his throat. He had to hold-on to that.
The shifter-child watched as Mirage left and silence settled again upon the room. Delta 7 roused himself, padding to the door where the red light swept by in waves. It was quiet now that the guard was gone. He would stay awake, in case Mirage’s friends were in the building…
Seven retreated to the bed in the corner and lay down, clenching his fist. He repeated the mantra in his head, as sleep steadily overcame him… Camelot… Camelot… Camelot…
He’d do everything he could to remember Mirage. He had to.
Chase had bashfully returned his attention to the bricks as Kalos worked her way through whatever emotions were bubbling up. She started crying, Chase noticed, as the tears rolled off her cheeks and onto the carpet, which was in his field of vision. The shifter child looked up again.
>> "I don't want you to kick people. You're a good person."
Chase wanted to hug Kalos and told her it’d be okay, but hugs stung. He slid out of his hoodie, which was already gross and snotty from his crying and wiping his face, and held the clean sleeve out to her.
“I won’t kick anyone, promise,” he said quietly, “Here. It’s to wipe your face, if you want.”
Mama could wash the hoodie later.
>> "I don't want people to hurt anybody. Someday, can you show me the good outside?"
Allegra seemed to take it seriously, when Amber asked if anyone was normal. She went on a soap-box about eating people being abnormal and “not being anti-mutant, just anti-cannibal, and a mutant herself”, bla… bla… bla… girls were so weird sometimes, but thankfully it seemed that the weirdness hadn’t spread to Amber. Allegra was bossy, too. She started telling everyone what to do.
“I don’t…” Chase trailed, when he was assigned the cookies. He didn’t really know how to cook, was what he wanted to say. At all. And Allegra elected herself as “the floater”, explaining that that’s who floated around and supervised.
“That’s the teacher’s job!” the boy declared, annoyed. And what was the teacher doing?? Apparently, making food, too. With the class food. Not. Teaching. Chase did not connect two-and-two, however, so he fixed the blonde with a stare that’d turned burnt-orange with annoyance. People didn’t take you seriously, when you were twelve. Especially when you were angry and twelve, but it was the only way to get those dumb big kids to listen sometimes. He heaved a sigh at Allegra.
“I don’t… I don’t know how to cook at all. And your ‘Imelda’ taught you how to cook a little, right?” Chase said to Allegra, “So, uh… please help me with the cookies. All of the cookies. So I don’t mess everyone up.”
He cast an apologetic glance at Amber, who’d been shooting him inquiring glances as well.
“We all need to work together, right?” he asked the older girls churlishly, “So Allegra, you should help me and Amber. And not fight! Okay? You can float... or whatever... but not all the time!”
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As much as the boy wanted to proclaim, “You should be sorry!” he bit his tongue. Kalos was the first person remotely close to his size and he didn’t want to lose his first friend his size. Abby used to be his size, but then she got taller, and turned into a teenager. Teenagers were on a whole other level. The big-kid level.
>> "What? I like your face."
Kalos seemed shocked that Chase could even suggest such a thing. Of course she was shocked—she was pink. It wasn’t like she could put on another face whenever the whim struck her, not like Chase. The boy cracked a timid smile, without showing his teeth.
“Thanks,” the boy murmured, “It’s definitely different…”
Again, Chase’s assertions about the world pushed Kalos into a state of shock. She insisted that this place was different, and then the boy clarified that, sometimes, things were different on the outside. Hindsight 20-20, maybe he was scaring his new friend. Maybe he shouldn’t talk about this stuff. How old was Kalos, anyways? She was definitely short, but maybe it was not right to talk about bad people with her. Maybe he should do like the adults did, and only talk about the good things…
>> "Did they kick you?"
The boy’s smile slackened. An old memory tugged at his mind, thoughts of his first parents. They’d done far worse than kicked him. His eyes cut towards Kalos, catching her expression, and his face hardened. His parents had been bad, and the house had been bad, and he never wanted anyone else to go through that.
“Sometimes,” the boy said, “But outside, usually, people just stare and whisper things about you. Mean things. And then when you look at them, they look away. Sometimes people yell at you. Sometimes they try to kick you.”
It didn’t feel right to lie like an adult did. It didn’t feel right to tell Kalos that everything would be okay on the outside, because it wasn’t okay! He’d been out with Momma plenty of times where people had done or said mean things.
But Momma always leapt to her son’s defense.
“But even if there’s bad people, there’s good people too,” Chase explained, “There are good people inside, and good people outside. Good people will always come to help.”
He fixed Kalos with a determined stare.
“I wouldn’t let them kick you,” the boy declared, “If someone tried to kick you, I’d stomp on their foot.”
That's what Jorge had said to do. If someone bad was trying to hurt you, the first thing you did was stomp on their foot as hard as you could.
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