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.
The curiosity in the boy’s voice was boundless and it made the older mutant smile. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to be a child because as you grew older it got harder and harder to devote all your attention to one single purpose. He could see Chase straining forward from his seat in front of the door, trying desperately to get a better look at what was contained in the box. Sam felt bad for having bound him to that spot so he tried to come up, once more, with a plan B.
“Ok how about this? If there is a key in the door lock it and come over here to help with this. I’m going to need your advice of where to hang stuff anyway.”
With the door locked even if Michael did come back to his room then he would not be able to get in. Which would probably leave the poor boy confused but they could always fix that later. For example Chase could go find his and ask him to come and play lego or something along those lines. Turning his attention back to the box he started fishing out its content and laying it on the bed. First came some posters and tacks with which to hang them, then a couple of small figurines, a calendar and finally the bedding he had designed himself. It was amazing what you could customize nowadays on the internet.
“So you probably know that Michael likes Bleach… so we’re giving him a Bleach themed bedroom.”
Most of the prints on the items were pictures of Ichigo doing various awesome things and Sam was hoping that having Ichigo on his bed covers might tempt Michael to sleep in his bed from now on. It was a long shot but worth a try. He removed the plastic wrapping and started unfolding things. In the mean time he decided to keep Chase busy.
“How about you take the posters and figurines and find places to hang them, then I’ll come and pin them on the wall.”
That gave the boy a bit more responsibility and it gave him the chance to move around more freely. Because let’s face it putting on a duvet cover was never an easy thing.
The question came from his fellow student and to Sam’s disappointment it fell on deaf ears. It did not look like Ms Stephens intended to give them further instructions and the look on her face was making him feel increasingly nervous. He wondered what was expected of him and he shot a glance at Teddy wondering if he had any more idea of what was to come next. It turned out that he did or at least that he was running with the worst case scenario.
"If you can do anything now might be a good time dude."
The statement left Sam confused for a few seconds before a very noticeable and unexpected change came over the other boy. He started to grow and expand in ways that made Sam feel uncomfortable; didn’t that kind of morphing hurt? His musing was cut short but a noise that came from the nutcracker, was it his imagination or had that thing just moved? A knot formed in the pit of his stomach and he really wished that he’s stayed in bed this morning.
"Boy…I think your fellow student is quite right..."
Right about what? This time panic was slowly setting in as the situation became more and more weird. On top of that the creaking noise returned once more and as he turned back to general hilarity there was no doubt this time that he was definitely moving. Sam took a step back but he could feel Granny’s disapproving stare boring into his back. Well this seemed like a good time to follow Teddy’s advice; he reached for that feeling his power gave him and focused on the nutcracker.
"Kill the Dragon!"
His reaching became more desperate but nothing was coming out of it. He could feel nothing from their now attacker. Was that why his powers were not working because the opponent was not human and therefore had no memories. Whatever it was it did not bode well for them, he had doubted his power would have been of any use in the first place but now it seemed like a complete write off. For an instant he contemplated using it of Ms Stephens instead but he reckoned that probably would not help much. So instead he went for the only thing left to him and that was to use his body.
He was neither strong nor practiced in any kind of combat but he was going to have to do something or it was going to be a mace to the head. So taking a deep breath he threw himself forward and down at the nutcrackers legs in the hope of knocking him down and earning them a few seconds of respite.
Sam was relieved to hear Chase give him a positive answer as he took off down the hall. The boy seemed sensible enough for a child of his age and he would probably manage the tasks he had been set, just as long as he was not left on his own for too long a period of time. Luckily for him, the distance between the two rooms was short; in fact there was only one bend in the corridor between them. The illusion mutant quickly pushed open the door to his room and grabbed the slightly cumbersome package off the bed where he had left it.
Closing the door to his room again proved to be troublesome but he managed and started making his way back to Chase. He did however stop to check that nothing had changed before rounding the corner. Peering round the bend he saw that Chase was still in position though he already had a bored slightly uninterested look on his face. Sam sighed, that was children for you they couldn’t concentrate on anything for more than five minutes unless it was a video game.
He made his way back to his lookout and smiled at him to let him know that the job had been well done. Silently he nodded to the door to signal Chase to open it for him. He figured that if he acted like this was a secret spy infiltration mission then the boy might concentrate more. Once the door was open he made his way into what would now be their base of operations. He put the package down on the bed and made sure that Chase had closed the door.
“Ok, you’re still on lookout duty. Keep your back to the door so that if he tries to open it he can’t. Then if needs be you can pretend you were playing a joke on him and take him somewhere else.”
The room was still as he remembered it; the bed had clearly still not been slept in. The pillow was next to the computer again and there were lego scattered everywhere. He really hoped that what he was doing here today would make a difference to the boy. It was not healthy for him to be sleeping like that. So he set to opening the box.
Making their way between one set and another turned out to be a cramped thing; it appeared that most of the extras that had been hired wanted to see what an action scene looked like. Sam spent the trip in silence content with looking around and gawking at all of the different equipment needed to film a movie. The location for the action scene was easy enough to spot because it hosted a bunch of small cranes that were probably to be used to fly people around.
Looking at all these things and thinking about the 500 dollars that he now had in his wallet he took the time to try and imagine just how much money was sunk into a project like this. Oh sure you heard on the news that this movie or that movie had cost 150 million but until now that had just been an abstract figure to Sam. The reality of it came as a bit of shock and on that thought of money he started to wonder just how rich his rich friend Celeste was…
Reaching the edge of the set made him pay attention to the people around him once more. It turned out that there was only one familiar face left and that was April, what had happened to Andrea or the others he had met not long ago he could not say. Not that it really mattered to him as he had not expected to meet anyone he knew here anyway. He did however remember how awkward their previous meeting at the mansion had been and he decided to make an effort to be sociable today.
“So what do you think of your first movie experience so far? Did you ever expect to be doing something like this… I certainly didn’t.”
Which was true but now that he was here he would not have missed it for the world. There was so much to see and discover and the money was not a bad thing either. And on top of all that he would get to gloat about it to Celeste who had decided to snob the event. The idea brought a smile to his lips, he was being childish again but he didn’t care being an adult was not all that it was cut out to be anyway.
He had been watching the lead actress as she made her way down into the set and he wondered what had made her agree to do this. She was very clearly a mutant and if this project went wrong or ended up a flop this may well ruin her life. Maybe the money was too good to pass up? As he watched the girl then pretty much set herself on fire; well at least that explained her powers. Apparently that was the cue to start rehearsing the scene and the madness started with what appeared to be a fireball.
“Wow, now if you’re going to be a mutant. That’s the kind of kick ass power you hope to get.”
He said that out loud not aiming it at anyone in particular but he knew that April would understand. After she had already seen how bitter he was about his abilities.
It turned out that children did not have the same idea of discretion as he did, because Sam found himself watching with slight horror as Chase pushed open the bedroom door and called out for Michael. He was relieved when only silence met the boys call, because he had not finished explaining to Chase what the plan would have been had Michael been in. And now at the very least they knew where Michael was not.
“Right so if he’s not in I’m going to run back and get what I need from my room. Your task is to stay here and keep watch.”
The first part was easy, he would run back and get the package and not have to worry about whether or not Michael came back. It turned out having an accomplice made life a whole lot easier. Now all he had to do was convince Chase that if Michael came back he was to take him somewhere else. This may prove harder than expected because Chase had a very excited look on his face, the kind of look that spoke of absolutely having to take part in the surprise.
“If Michael comes back while I’m away I’m going to need you to take him to play somewhere else. Is that ok with you?”
He used his most beseeching tone and hoped that Chase would see the importance of the task that was being laid upon him. It was in that moment that Sam realized that he had more interaction, nowadays, with children under the age of fourteen than anyone his own age. How had it come to this? Was he really that antisocial? He sighed that would be a problem for him to sort out another day, right now he had to get back to the business at hand.
“Ok, I’m off to fetch what I need. I’ll be back in two minutes. I’m counting on you!”
With a grin and crossed fingers he turned and sprinted back down the corridor to his own room.
Sam was a bit disappointed that the new arrival was unable to help him locate Michael. He was going to have to knock and see how things went, then again if Michael was in his room then maybe he could convince Chase to take him somewhere while he arranged things. Looking at Chase, the kid certainly seemed very interested in finding out what was going on here… which might well allow for the creation of plans C and D.
Sam contemplated his options a bit more before finally deciding to let the boy in on his plan. Wherever Michael was having an extra pair of eyes and ears would certainly make things easier. So the illusion mutant thought about the best way to describe his plan to Chase and after several moments he decided that the flat out truth would be easiest.
“Okay, I’ll tell you but I’m going to need your help as well. I’m going to do some redecorating in Michael’s room, so I need him to be anywhere but here for at least 20 minutes.”
It sounded simple enough when he said it out loud but when you had to manage everything on your own it quickly got complicated. He watched the boy as his words sank in and decided to prompt him for a response. Because the more time they spent out here acting suspiciously the more likely it was for someone to come along and blow the whole thing.
“So are you in or not? If you’re in the first thing we need to do is find out if he is in his room”
And with that Sam turned back to face the closed door.
The evening continued on and the conversation topics were varied and Sam was happy to see that Celeste started to show him a bit more of who she was and not who she thought she ought to be. He could tell that she still chose her answers carefully so as not to offend him but that at least was a step up from her just going head to head with him when their opinions diverged.
This also meant that they made it through and entire evening together without her crying which considering their previous track record was quite the achievement. And he had to admit that the food was good, especially the dessert. He picked the chocolate fondant with ice cream and it was absolute chocolate heaven. Needless to say that the conversation halted while he savored it. The bill never came and he decided that Celeste must have a running tab here seeing as she was such a regular customer. He was quite glad that he was not given the chance to peek at exactly how much this meal had cost. Because he knew that his curiosity would have gotten the best of him and that the number would have made his brain hurt.
He had to admit that all in all the evening had been a success even though originally he should have been the one choosing the restaurant and paying for the food. But as he looked over at Celeste he knew that the day he managed to do that would be the day they had really become friends.
Sam barely had time to take in the girls opinions on the movies likelihood of success before something unexpected happened. There was some kind of disturbance happening but from where he was he had almost no visibility. He strained to see if he could get a better view but his attempts proved futile as Andrea was doing the same thing and subsequently blocking even more of his field of vision. Then a loud crunch and nothing. People were talking anxiously but there was no screaming or other outwards signs of panic so he figured that whatever had happened must now be under control. Andrea was standing and looking around anxiously, the large white snake hissing with displeasure, so Sam turned to look enquiringly at April wondering if she had seen more than he had.
"It is shameful how some people act. Needless violence will only ever be met with more needless violence."
Ok so that ruled out the accident hypothesis; which left some kind of assault. The illusion mutant did not like the sound of that, there were too many mutants gathered here it would not take much to set off some kind of disaster. He knew to what kind of lengths fear could push people and all it would take was for a couple of mutants with offensive powers to lose it and this place could become ground zero.
“This is like playing with fire… if something goes wrong; it’s going to go seriously wrong.”
He made sure to put emphasis on the word “seriously” as he felt like he needed to have other people understand his concerns. As he said that it was announced that this scene was to be postponed because the lead actor needed some time to himself. This suited Sam down to the ground, he was starting to feel a bit claustrophobic in this booth. The inability to see what was going on around him had set his nerves on edge. As for the option to go and participate in the next scene, he figured he’d pass. The danger room had already shown him that when it came to action his skills were seriously lacking. But it might be interesting to go and watch how these things were put together.
Sam was concentrating hard trying to work out if he could hear anything coming from inside, so when a noise and a voice came from behind him it made him jump. He pushed himself guiltily away from the door and turned to face the person that had caught him in let’s say an unusual position. He tried to keep his face calm and expressionless but that was proving to be harder than expected. He felt embarrassed and a little guilty and he was sure that it showed.
Once he was facing his accuser he was surprised to find that he had to look down to meet those accusing blue eyes. He had been caught by a child… which made things all the more embarrassing but on the bright side at least he had not been caught by Michael himself. He knew the boy or at least knew off him, they had never actually met. But he kept an eye on Michael and he knew that this kid was one of his friends. Then an idea hit him, maybe this kid knew where Michael was which would mean he would know for sure whether he could use this time to sneak in to the room or not.
“Say do you know where Michael is?”
He tried to make the question matter of fact but he quickly realized that he was probably only making himself sound more suspicious. If he did not want this kid to run off and tell everyone that some weirdo was trying to do something horrible to Michael; he was probably going to have to explain some of the truth to him.
“I’m Sam by the way, one of Michael’s friends. I’m preparing a surprise…”
His voice trailed off, he did not really want to say more than that because he was not sure how trust worthy this kid could be.
As Celeste fired more questions at him Sam carefully picked up the knife and fork that were furthest away from his plate and gingerly selected a morsel on his plate to try. The food had been transformed in so many decorative ways that if you had not ordered yourself you would have been hard pressed to know what you were putting in your mouth. He delicately placed the food in his mouth and then waited until the flavor had reached him before chewing. Okay he had to give it to them the taste lived up to the price, the meat just seemed to melt and the seasoning was just right.
"Then the only problem was the culture, do you miss a lot of small things from your country, right?"
He was amused by the question because he had never really thought about it before. It was pretty hard to find two countries more opposite than Korea and England. In Korea everything was very organized your life was planned out as soon as your parents knew what kind of grades you were capable of bringing home. His father had been really proud of him and had already decided which university he would attend; all that before he even turned ten. And then there was the cooking, in Korea everything was majorly spicy and rice was of course a staple thing in the diet there.
Whereas in England you could plan your own course, change your mind countless times and no one would care. Which meant that you could easily end up jobless and adrift in the world but at least you would have chosen your way there. And on the culinary front the British were renowned for their poor food; fish and chips did not count as a great delicacy in the rest of the world.
“To be honest, I think I’m more likely to miss small things from England more. Korea does not have too many little homely things.”
Her next comment he had almost expected. That the idea of Kpop and all heavily marketed music upset her was no surprise to Sam. He reckoned that she would call that music trash if anyone asked even if she secretly listened to it when no one was looking, because pop music did not fit in with who an aristocrat should be.
“It stemmed from Jpop, but now it’s closer to American pop. At the moment it’s slowly becoming Korea’s biggest export. But don’t worry I will not inflict it upon you, I’m pretty used to people looking down on it.”
He smiled at that because it was oh so very true. If he ever mentioned that he listened to Kpop to anyone they all laughed at him. So he was very used to listening to it in private, so as not to inflict it on unwilling listeners. Although he did firmly believe that it would break through into main stream music soon and then no one would be able to escape it.
The package he had ordered had finally arrived, which had been a relief because he had begun to wonder if it had gotten lost. However now that it was here he had different problems to deal with. For starters it turned out to be a very large parcel, which once he stopped to think about it should not have come as much of a surprise. But his cunning plan appeared to have some gaping holes in it and he was not managing to come up with a good plan B. He decided that the best thing to do was to go out and scout the area; then he would know better what he could and couldn’t do.
All this had started when Sam had had a chance encounter with Michael in one of the hallways just over a month ago. The small boy had immediately tugged at his heart strings and after a bit of thought Sam had decided to do something to brighten the boy’s days a bit. It had taken a lot of internet research but Sam had managed to create the perfect decorations for the child’s room. Now all that was left was to set these things up in the room and in order for this to be a surprise he needed to find a time when Michael would be out.
This was where his plan started coming apart at the seams; because he had originally planned to bring the package with him to scout out the boy’s room and if the boy turned out to be there he would have made up some lame excuse and left again. But the package was so large and so conspicuous that even Michael would pick up on it, so that plan went out the window. Now he was going to try and find out if Michael was in and then if the room was empty run back and wrestle the package across while praying that the boy did not come back in the mean time.
Arriving in front of the boy’s room Sam glanced around to see if anyone was paying him any attention and then put his ear to the door. He doubted that he would hear Michael even if he was in but he felt that he should at least try and be sly about this, it went with the flow of the plan.
Sam listened intently as Darren explained that his dad was a chef, which caused him to immediately except the boys offer to cook him something. There was no point in being stubborn and attempting to cook something himself, only to end up with food poisoning, when someone who had some skill could make him something edible.
So the two made polite conversation as the younger boy set took cooking up an omelet, just the smell of it had set Sam’s stomach off again. To say that he was glad when the food arrived would have been an understatement. It took most of his self control to cut off normal sized pieces rather than seeing how much he could swallow in one go. Once he had finished his small feat he made a mental note to repay this favor someday, when the opportunity presented itself.
Sam smiled, the distract Michael using Bleach plan had worked out perfectly. The boy had immediately picked up on the conversation subject and Sam had to admit that he got more words out of the boy in those three minutes than in all the time since he had met him. The illusion mutant made a mental note to use this new found knowledge to help the boy feel more at home in the future.
Applying the cream did not take long but Michael had fallen quiet and was acting nervously again before he had finished. So he decided to try and prompt the boy for a few more answers. He decided to take this opportunity to reveal a bit about himself to Michael. It was only fair as the boy had just told him all about what he liked.
“Say have you ever watched Naruto? I’ve seen all the episodes and it’s the show that has my favorite character ever in it.”
He could remember the first time he had sat down to watch Naruto, he had just changed schools and had been having a hard time making new friends. So one weekend after finishing up his homework he had decided to stay in rather than go out with others and to keep occupied he had put on Naruto. In the end it had been a good thing his computer had a decent download speed because he had gotten addicted.
“Shikamaru is my favorite character because he is a bit like me. He does not have a strong ability but he uses his brain and tries to think of the best plans to help his friends. I want to be just like that, smart enough to help others.”
As he finished speaking he finished putting the top back on the tube of cream. He was all done here now all that was left was for Michael to go to bed and get some sleep.
"Did you know English when you arrive in England?"
Her question was harmless enough which was a relief because he had been a bit worried that she might pry more into his father’s death. It was a strange habit people seemed to have when you told them someone died. They felt that in order to sympathize fully they needed to know how it had happened and such things. So for once he was glad that normal social rules did not seem to apply with Celeste.
“I did, my mother is English so I was raised bilingual.”
It had been a gift and also a bit of a burden, he had always been able to speak both languages for as long as he could remember. So when it came time to try and learn French in school people had expected him to find it easy but instead it had been hell. He had absolutely no idea how to go about learning a language and has come away with very poor grades. This had of course been a big disappointment for his mother that spoke four languages fluently because of her job as a reporter.
“Now I don’t have much of a chance to speak Korean and I find it slipping away. Which is why I watch a lot of Korean dramas and listen to their music; it helps me keep my vocabulary up.”
He smiled, it was true that at first he had taken up kpop and dramas as a way of maintaining his slipping Korean but now it was a bit more of an addiction than anything else. Besides he felt a small sense of pride when artists from his birth country managed to make it in America, even if it was only one brief appearance at the MTV music awards. He also reckoned that Celeste would hate the whole thing, there was nothing cheesier than Kpop but that’s what made it appealing. It was all over the top looks and stupidly meaningless but catchy lyrics.
As he was musing over this the first course arrived. He had not been wrong about the portions being on the small side but at least the small amount that you got made you want to eat it. He stared at the elaborate yet minimalist decoration in his plate and wondered how long it had taken to develop.
