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.
Scary. Everything here had the right to be called scary. To him, all of it was ridiculously large and impressive, and everything loomed over him. It was for that very reason that the frightened little boy clung onto Chase as tightly as he could. He bit his lip lightly. Things were different here. The lights were so much brighter and he had to squint to see in them, and let his eyes adjust as he opened them once again. They were in a room now, and he did not much favor the scent that was brought from it.
He wormed a bit as he was put down on the bed, moving back in the bed so that he was towards the very very back. Chase was calling someone. Calling someone?! Was he in trouble? What had he done wrong this time?! Michael moved back as far as he could, and he even ducked a bit under the sheets at the old man that came out. He looked up with short, quick glances like a frightened young animal.
It was exactly what he thought it was. The doctors. His mother and father, trying to make excuses about why Michael couldn’t go see the doctor for a check-up, told him that doctors just wanted to stick metal things in your arms and inject crazy things. Therefore: he had a firm belief that doctors were not friendly. Michael looked away from the man who approached, and actually squeaked a little bit. However: He kept his power in check. He calmed himself down enough to know that his power wouldn’t be a bother.
Michael did not respond as the DocProf first leaned down to him, but noticing that Chase had set his backpack down on the bed, he made a mad scramble for it, almost toppling over as he grabbed at it. The boy hugged the backpack tight to his chest, and with some more short glances up at DocProf, he opened the bag.
He took out a well-worn rubix cube. The boy had a special one, that was four by four, instead of three by three. His gloved hands then moved to start fiddling with it, distracting himself. He couldn’t get away…they were probably stronger than him, and Chase was a pretty cool person. He came to rescue Michael, and no one ever rescued him before.
"...M...Michael." This was something he uttered with the barest tinge of a cracked voice being allowed out.
Michael didn’t know the person who came into the room. It was some kind of doctor, but he wasn’t at all interested. In fact, doctors scared him. When the doctor got near him, he was always poked and prodded, and they might want to give him shots if he went again. He’d only been once, and the doctor was actually a nurse, so really he hadn’t gone to the real doctor in his entire life. No way did he want to start now.
He knew that if that secret got out he would most definitely be in trouble, so there was a small bit of a noise as Michael actually dove to hide beneath the hospital bed, and actually almost fit himself there. He was tiny, after all. The doctor started to talk about bringing Hokee into the next room for surgery or something, and he felt as though a weight had been lifted. The lady was concerned about him a lot, so she might try and make him see the doctor.
He picked at one of his scratches mindlessly, and the little boy felt rather secure in his position, hiding from everyone. ESPECIALLY the doctor. If the doctor got him, he’d just get metal things in his arm like he had no doubt Hokee was getting. Nope. Not going to happen.
“The first part is your name, which you should have seen before, and the second part is the number for your room. I’ll show you.”
He looked at his nametag, which was a bit harder than looking down at his feet, bare, that shuffled along the floor. He felt the carpet slip beneath him as they walked down the hall. Michael was walking awkwardly, not only was he trying to hide the pants that were quite soiled, at the same time that he was looking at the nametag. It was true. He could see the letters made up his name “Michael” but he wasn’t very practiced in writing his name out, and did sometimes forget. He more liked to recognize the sounds.
He fiddled with the name-tag, with his other hand, and tugged at it a little bit, all of the sudden a bit more aware that its presence was constantly with him, but he liked that he knew what it was. And what it was for. It was so that he remembered his name, or maybe so other people did, and then so that he could remember his room number. Now that he knew what it was, he might memorize it, but it was doubtful, at least at this point.
“This is my room, and see here next to the door? That little number is the room number. Your room will have the same number as the one on your badge.”
Ooh. That was how you could tell that the room was yours. He moved up on the tips of his toes to look at the number. It was really close to his number, so he must have been telling the truth. Michael nodded, as if he was confirming for himself that indeed, this person was not a liar. Trusting in his judgment, he let go of Sam, his eyes squinting into the room. Though someone might not tune into the subtlety of why Michael would let go now, it was quite easy if they just looked at his previous questions. He’d gotten lost in the hallway’s already, so what was to say he wasn’t going to get lost again? Holding onto Sam allowed for Michael to be sure that this would not happen at all.
Now that he was in the room of this male, things were better, and he could understand it. Things were organized and neat in the room, there wasn’t a thing out of place. It looked like Michaels room, but he had man piles of Leggo all over the floor, and some structures he built. This room also had a crown over the bed. Maybe he was a royalty person…but that was unlikely. They had butlers and maids and such. That was how it was in the Anime shows he’d seen.
Michael entered with Sam ushering him in, and he looked around for a place to be. He didn’t want to get things dirty, and he knew he was very dirty, so he sat on the floor, careful to sit on his own feet so that the floor wasn’t dirty. He didn’t like standing for long periods of time, because it took a lot of energy, and he could just as well be sitting. The boy shifted where he sat, in the middle of the room, and he fiddled with the hem of his pajama’s shirt.
“M…Mikey is okay.” He said this quietly, and then looked down at the puzzle again, rather focused. He really liked playing with puzzles, it was a lot of fun. The little boy moved forward slightly again, and then picked up his mirror rubix cube. He wasn’t expecting Koga to react at his little trick, and when he did he almost jumped a little bit, and his wide eyes stared up at Koga, bright, and with a tinge of pride.
Of course, he wasn’t staring Koga in the eyes. Of course not. Michael was looking at Koga as a whole, with a quick up and down glance. He stuttered through the next project of his, which was making the mirrored one get all solved. “I…it’s different. ‘Cause there isn’t a color p-pattern, but…but the idea…the idea is the same and all…but it’s not. You gotta just…just make the patterns match up.” He moved his hands fast again, almost cradling the precious puzzle as he solved it just as quickly, if not a bit quicker, than the regular-colored one.
He also put that one on the floor in front of Koga. “It’s easier when…when you don’t look at the mirror…’cause I always get mad at the pictures.” He didn’t like looking at himself in the mirror, it was very very creepy, so he refused to do it.
He looked at Hokee, wondering if it really was going to be okay to draw on the walls. Everything in the mansion was so big, so pretty, so…perfect. Michael was not big, he was not pretty, and he was no perfect. What would give him the right to actually put some of himself onto the mansion. Michael looked down at the ground, fiddling with some of the grass. He switched to third person. “Michael shouldn’t draw on the walls because they’re already drawn.”
He wasn’t too sure of how his words would work in this context, or how they could be used to convey his feelings. He fiddled with his glove for a moment, and he started to pick off some of the paint. There was a bit of silver shown beneath it as it slightly lifted. He quickly smoothed the cloth down again, however, so that Hokee wouldn’t see.
“I draw lots though...and I’m gonna get paper when I have to get more clothes. Mine have blood on them.” He said this with a straight face. Even if he was a bit upset about the fact that he either had to get new clothes, or that he wasn’t allowed to wear his blood-stained clothes around too often, Michael didn’t show it. He was mumbling still, and dripping onto the grass. “The paper is always really small though.”
He looked at Koga, watching the male solve his puzzle as he made his way ever so hesitantly in front of the chair, looking down at his feet as he head the question. It took him a moment, but he stuttered out a response. “Puzzle…” He fiddled with the bottom of his jeans insecurely. Michael was still tiny, but the food he’d been getting was helping. Even so, he was enough of a tiny little boy to arouse pity from some, who noticed that he was pretty unhealthily skinny.
Michael looked at Koga for a moment, and then back down at his feet. “I’m Michael.” He said it quietly, and then he leaned forward and took Koga’s puzzle gently, wanting to do a trick for him. Michael liked doing this with rubix cubes, because it was always really cool looking to him. He solved it rather rapidly in such a way that there was a singular dot of one color in the middle, and a solid color surrounding it. So one side was completely red on the outside, and then there was a yellow square in the middle.
He put it on the floor in front of him, expecting some kind of praise or acknowledgement he did well. After all, this was his area of expertise, and no one else was really all too interested in the puzzles that Michael found fascinating.
Michael’s head was never full of algorithms of any kind. He preferred to realize that a puzzle was just easy to solve. There wasn’t any particular math thing with it, there were different patterns, and the patterns made the puzzle finish. He looked down at his own puzzle. It was a really cool mirror image puzzle that had a bunch of different sizes and different ways that the pieces moved. It was a rubix puzzle, and one of the harder ones. He looked at it, and the boy wandered about, holding onto the item.
He entered the living room, it was a bit late and he had hoped that it would be deserted…but there was a person there. The little brown-haired boy paused in his walking forward, his white shirt once again slipping off one shoulder. He nearly tripped over his jeans as he crept closer to the male, his one gloved left hand holding onto the item in his hand tighter. He looked at the rubix cube first. Trying to initiate a conversation, he slowly crawled on the ground kind of near the chair, and lifted his own Cube up, then set it on the arm of the chair he sat in.
Michael’s eyes closed tightly the whole way there, scared of what was outside, of how fast they were going…everything was just so different outside of his room, and it was scary. He took calming breaths, and he made himself sure that things would be okay all through the way. He did manage to eat some food, but as the “space ship” landed, Michael still wasn’t looking very good. He was just tiny. He’d been able to function, but not well.
The boy was scared, there was no doubt, as the door was opened. He didn’t want to walk, he wasn’t used to walking to too many places, so the little boy got on the floor and slightly crawled across the floor to look out. Shin would probably see little Michael actually almost fall out of the ship to the ground. He was cowering in fear, and tried to hide in the shadow cast by the plane.
A hurt little boy, covered in bruises and scratches with the odd few colored bandages. He had wide eyes, and his clothes actually were almost falling off of his body. The little boy pulled at the glove on his hand. He was scared, and he could feel his power want to act up, but he took some breaths and calmed it down again. Even if his head was spinning, he had to keep it leveled. He just had to.
It was really not easy for him to sit still with a puzzle that he knew how to solve already, but he had a cup In his hands now. Very, very gingerly, he moved the cup to the front of him. Putting it on a seat hadn’t worked. He was afraid that if he bumped the chair, it would all fall on him. He took in a breath, keeping very focused on the stability of the liquid he didn’t want.
Looking up, he relaxed to see a familiar face. Sam came over to him in that happy, relaxed way that Michael had begun to kind of like. He looked Sam up and down quickly, and then looked at the cup again. As Sam pulled a seat around, Michael blushed a little bit from the attention. People kept talking to him, and it was actually pretty cool. Except for the scary people, like that lady. That lady wasn’t very nice, and he didn’t want her to get him a drink again.
Michael looked at the cup of liquid, and before Sam could say anything, he held it out insistently. He wanted it to go away now…all done. He did not want anymore, and it might spill. Though he wanted it to go away quickly, he moved the cup slowly. No getting things on the pretty outfit. It was one of the rules he’d been given. Along with no messing up his hair. Kat did it for him really well, and he didn’t know how to fix it.
“I..I don’t know what people are doing really.” He looked embarrassed. “B-but…Kat said that I had to be good and not ignore people even if they aren’t very good people.” He looked around at all the people in the room, looking up with soft, unsure eyes. Everything was going on at once in here, and so many people were talking with each other. There were lots of people he didn’t know, but they looked okay, at least.
Ah. It was the right thing to say. The boy looked at his feet again, feeling at least a little bit less unsure. He moved a bit closer to Sam, and he hesitated before grabbing onto a bit of Sam’s shirt. He was a bit nervous, but he wanted to stay close. Then he wouldn’t get lost. When a child lived in his own room for a few years on end, his sense of direction was clouded just by seeing all the big things that surrounded him.
This whole school had many big things, all at once. At least he was young, and it made things easier. The boy shook his head a little bit, trying to get his hair out of his eyes. It was really hard to see when the hair fell in his eyes like that. The little boy held Sams shirt tightly as he spoke. “We…we can stop at your room. B-but…but I…I need a new pair of…of…” He gulped and trailed off.
Noticing what other people did was never really his strong suit, but he did notice that Sam was really actually being nice, and he wasn’t trying to run away from Michael, and had even seen Michael’s…incident. The boy did take comfort in that. He took in a breath, and then his other hand went to where his name-tag was. “I…I can read it but it doesn’t make make sense. I…it’s probably code.”
He loved being here with Hokee, with all the other kids still inside and all. There wasn’t anything better that was going on for him at the moment, so he was happy to let Hokee pitch in, even if he wouldn’t normally paint like that. Some of the paint started to dry, and his hair would probably feel the effects of it at some point. The paint probably wouldn’t come out of his clothes though. The look on his face definitely didn’t show that he cared at all.
He sighed a little bit, and then he sat down on the ground, letting out the sigh as an appearance of how tired he was. Getting so much energy out was good for him, but he still was tired. The boy curled his feet in, sitting criss-crossed. He painted rather well, and it often did show off a bit of his home life. He looked at some of the images and frowned once again, then returned to his normal expression. He smiled up at Hokee though.
Not sure what to say, he did wait for Hokee to talk to him before he spoke again. The boy now using some of the paint on him to draw on the ground. “I drew a lot in my room. After a few years though it was full.” He stretched a little bit and looked at his gloved hand for a moment. It was really covered in paint now, and he wanted to take the glove off. He didn’t meet Hokee’s eyes as he looked under the glove, to check that his hand was okay. Maybe since the rest of him was covered with paint, this wouldn’t be apparent as much.
Michael was still a bit nervous, even more-so when the lady seemed to be slightly happy at meeting his glance, because it wasn’t something he knew how to interact with. The little boy relaxed as he saw that she started to talk with another person, and it gave him the chance to wander from that position without feeling in some way obligated to remain and create more eye contact between them.
Someone came over to him, Sam, and he looked up with wide eyes. "B-...bombarded? Sharp?" This was starting to get dangerous. He looked around with increased suspicion and quickly escaped to the punch table.
Michael merely left that area to move to where there was Hawaiian punch. “Can I help you with that?” An adult woman came over to the little boy, smiling at him, and michael’s eyes widened as he looked at her for a moment, and then looked down again at her feet, shoved into heels that were probably longer than both his hands one atop the other to form a kind of line. She was a lot bigger than him.
As he pondered why someone would wear shoes that big, the woman got him the glass of juice, and he mumbled a thank you before taking it to a set of chairs that were moved to the side of the room. He held the cup in both hands, remembering the stern warning about not staining his clothes. Brow furrowed in concentration, he brought the cup to his mouth and slowly sipped the liquid.
He actually brought his head to the cup as well, and almost tried to elongate his mouth to sip as carefully as he possibly can. His feet, not touching the ground, lifted up as well. After all, this was serious. Stains could hurt the clothes a lot. He finished his sip, feeling replenished. Then he looked down at the rest of the liquid. What should he do with that? He was all done…
He looked at Chase, for a moment wondering what “Incognito” meant, and then shrugged it off. It was probably some thing that he said when he talked to his other friends a lot. The little boy took the silver thing and then faced Chase, careful not to be pointing towards the beeping monitor at the same time, and started to solve it. As the lady talked, Michael did something that actually interested him, seeing as Hokee was someone he didn’t know.
He looped the little silver objects through the proper areas, and managed to slide them all apart, then he set all of the pieces on the ground in front of Chase. He was bored now. The puzzle was all done. Maybe the lady would have some more. He looked down a bit, and then at the Lady.
Sitting up, he poked his head up over the bed, and he looked at the lady, though of course not in the eyes. “I need a new puzzle.” This was something he wasn’t afraid to ask at all. Puzzles were the most magical thing in the world, and so it was quite obvious that she would have one too, right? Maybe she had a harder one.
Painting was something where no one expected anything of him. Perhaps once people realized how well the little boy drew, that would change, but for now, he drew and painted whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted to. If there was a pretty looking piece of paper. He might actually draw the piece of paper on another piece of paper. It was this thing that Michael had begun to really like which was freedom to do his own thing.
Yes, he had to stay in the school grounds and all, but he got to do a lot of fun things, and since he did sometimes hide when people knocked on the door, he’d not yet gone to any classes. Therefore, it was like a giant play-palace, with some people that might be just a little bit scary to him. So, he really did have a lot of fun with this particular thing. It was healthy for a boy to get bruises, though not as healthy for Michael, so he stayed away from things that would bruise him up.
In this scenario, the bruises he got were hardly of any concern to him. For once, he didn’t notice what the bruises were covering, or how many he had, he was just focused on the truly creative art of painting on a canvas. He stopped his head-banging after two attempts to stay upright and do it, and he just kind of started to fingerpaint. All of his movements were seemingly random, but a really cool picture was popping up…actually…a bunch of cool pictures.
In one corner of the canvas there was an image of some kind of rainbow, with fireworks, and another corner had Hokee’s black and some whites, blues, and reds, for a storm. Just recently his head-banging made a colorful splash in the middle, but he couldn’t reach the top too well, so it was mostly empty but for a few splatters. The largest miracle, however, was the little boy’s face. He looked at Hokee, almost full on in the face, and he was grinning. Not ear to ear, perhaps, but he hadn’t done that once since the little boy had been rescued from his prison of being at home. Smiling at him like he hadn’t a care in the world.
The mentality of a child his age after he’d wet his pants, and caused a rather large accident somewhere, was normally a mix between shame, embarrassment, fear, and sadness. The little boy was no exception to how others his age would react. Though the smell of urine was bad, it was another thing for him to acknowledge it’s existence. By standing up, he would definitely have to, because the dark stain was noticeable. The little brown haired boy looked at the male, as if thinking about what his options were.
There weren’t any other options presenting themselves, so he did decide to get off the floor as Sam did. He did tend to ignore things that weren’t immediately going to affect him, so Sam’s comment about lots people looking different than he thought they should really went over his head. Besides, Michael wasn’t particularly afraid of the blue part of the man, he was definitely more afraid of the fact that the man was just suddenly there, and came from nowhere. Oh…and the fact that he was really really big might have made him antsy. The blue part could have affected it…just a little bit as well.
In any case, he pushed himself off the ground with a complicated hand thrusting off the ground situation. He did not attempt to do anything further, he merely got up. The amount of concentration on his face as he did it was a bit startling, but only for a moment. For then he was standing up and someone could truly see how small he was. He was shorter than he should be, much shorter, and his muscles were basically nonexistent. It was only because he was being taken care of now that he had any bit of muscle.
Even walking or running down the hallways took a lot of effort for him, seeing as he’d been locked away in his room for so long. Things were just a bit different for him, and he was a bit more awkward. The boy’s brown hair fell over his face readily, it was clear that he hadn’t given it a trim in quite a length of time, and his hands moved to form fists that gripped onto his pants tightly, as if trying to push them around so that maybe someone wouldn’t be able to see the dark spots that had blossomed on him. Chase told him something a little bit before, and he took it to heart. “Remember your words” he said to Michael, and so Michael spoke up.
“I want to go to…to my room.” His eyes strayed across the floor, examining the ground for no real reason other than to have some place to look. Conversations were hard, and he wasn’t sure how to correctly respond to other people’s words in them, in order to make something coherent and workable. However, this was his best attempt, and he hoped that the sentence did make sense in this context. Otherwise he would have failed.
