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 little boy was smiling as he rolled along the canvas, getting the colors all across it. He looked at the other colors. Pink. He liked pink. Opening the bucket, Michael leaned over and dipped his head into it. For a moment, he held his hands by his eyes so they wouldn’t get all dirty, and then he noticed what Hokee was doing. Hokee was splattering the canvas.
This caused him to take a little bit of a pause, and just watch. Then he looked at the canvas again as the pink dripped down his clothes. This gave him an idea. He poured a bunch of different colors in his hair, all of them on different parts and he faced the canvas, knowing what he was going to do. He did see that Hokee had brought a pair of goggles with him. Michael put those on, and then moved his hands and he bobbed his head forward quickly.
Not only did pain splatter everywhere onto the canvas, but he actually fell almost onto his own two feet in his attempts at head-bobbing. However, this wasn’t to say Michael wasn’t having any fun. He was, in fact, having an extreme amount of fun. The little boy got up, his hair completely wild with colors and definitely needing a trim. He bobbed it forwards again in excitement, his clothes practically falling off with the added weight of the paint holding him down. He had a field day with doing this, however, and continued to bob his head, goggles protecting his eyes.
Paint. He’d done fingerpainting before. The little boy actually let a small, rare smile show on his face, but of course he made it quickly go away with an embarrassed tinge to his pale face. Biting onto his lip, he looked at the paints. He noticed the spray bottle and started with that. The boy’s small hands were used to pull him across the ground, as he’d decided to crawl over to where the paints were, and he picked up a can, then looked at the canvas.
He took the cap off, mimicking Hokee when he shook it, and then pointed the little hole at the canvas. He pressed the little nozzle down and jumped in alarm at the sound it made. He let the can drop to the ground, letting go of the spray. Now there was just a splotch of red on the canvas. Shaking his head he looked at the other kinds of paints and opened one big one of blue.
The boy didn’t have any cups or containers to put the paint in, so he swallowed and looked at Hokee out of the corner of his eye, then started to smother himself in the blue. Paint dripped all the way down the boy, and filled his hair, though he wiped it from his eyes. With a second thought, he added a bit of red and white to the mix. Of course, not because of the flag, but because of the fact that he thought the colors were cool.
This was one of the first times Michael was allowed to be a little boy who couldn’t do sports, and who wanted to be creative. He wasn’t threatened by Hokee, so he let himself have some fun. He smiled as he jumped onto the canvas that lay down on the ground. He just started to cover it with Michael shaped paint.
Hokee had always looked different from the people that he’d met, but he respected the teen for this reason. Well, alright. The fact that Hokee was hurt was really the only reason that he was willing to even talk to the male at first, and it was still a bit nerve-wracking to go up to someone who was basically still a stranger and talk. However: The fact that Hokee was temporarily disabled meant that it was okay, because Michael was still pretty strong in a situation that might require some kind of feat of strength between the two.
Michael saw Hokee raise a crutch and basically wave him over, and he attempted to move over there very quickly. Of course, Michael wasn’t a child that was meant to move quickly. Ever. So, he fell quite a few times before he actually got to the canvas, Hokee, and the paints. He looked at the canvas, blinking a bit. Hokee was on the ground sitting up now, so wouldn’t need his crutches at the moment, and Michael took one of them, prodding the canvas to be sure that nothing would jump out of it and scare him or anything.
He found it not to be a trick of any kind, being careful because of the pranksters that were popping up in the building, so he set down the crutch. Michael drew lots, but he used regular paper and pencils, or regular paper and paints. No one wanted the nine year old avid drawer to paint on a canvas. He was too young! Just wasting canvas, right? So he’d never actually been able to work with something like this. The boy looked at Hokee, tilting his head. “Are we gonna draw?”
The mansion was definitely growing on him, if a little bit at a time, but there were so many things that he had to do. He had to wake up and eat breakfast, which alone was a bit of an adjustment, and the breakfast wasn’t the only amount of food during the day. Though the little boy loved food and being treated to it, he had to be told to eat sometimes, because when he got busy it got set the back burner, and it was put out of his mind.
The fact that he didn’t eat enough food back when he lived with his adoptive parents actively affected his life in many ways. For instance, it gave him many different habits like eating only bad junk food or processed goods. A good way to get Michael to do something was to offer up some kind of food he’d never eaten that was in a very shiny container, and tasted like it was junk food. The other, largest affect of being basically malnourished was how physically scrawny the little boy was. He could barely walk without finding something to trip over, from his muscle mass being so small.
This was hard to deal with at the Mansion, because there were lots of people there who did sports, or ran around in gym class while Michael was told he had to sit out. He didn’t really mind that he didn’t have to play, not at all. Sports were never something that interested him, unless they had really cool rules, then he might watch them and be interested for a while. Michael just really was upset because he wasn’t able to make friends playing sports like the other little boys. Many bruises that were rather fresh would show that from his attempts at throwing a football the other day.
Hokee was helping him with being a friend, however. He’d met Hokee because Chase brought him to the hospital to see the teen the other day, and Hokee had been there. Michael sometimes swelled with a bit of pride near Hokee, for he also had a nickname because of that encounter. Mikey. Mikey was a good name, and it was something made especially for him.
He looked down at his silver hand as he was about to leave the room and pulled over a glove. With lots of practice in doing so, he easily tied a string around the glove so it would stay on. It wasn’t as though he couldn’t get his hand dirty or wet: it was just like his normal right hand…but he just didn’t like to show it that much.
Today, Hokee told him to go outside of the mansion on the grounds, in that big grassy area that kids played tag in, wearing clothes that could get really dirty. So, he pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt that were already stained in lots of places, and he made his way down there, occasionally borrowing a pillar to hide behind whenever someone unfamiliar passed by who looked at him weirdly.
He looked at sam for a moment, just looking him up and down as the music stopped. The person in front of him wasn’t attempting to blame him for the large impacted wall, and he wasn’t asking Michael to do anything special to clean it up either. That was enough to at least get a little bit of trust out there. The little boy bit his lip and looked to the side for a moment. Should he? Should he really be okay with meeting a new person?
It was a new school to him, and he didn’t know where things were, so maybe it would be good to have friends. They could show him things, and maybe this person could lead him back to his room, wherever that might be. Ah! He had a card! From beneath his pajama’s shirt, he pulled out a little necklace, with a card inserted into a slip for it below. It read his name and where his room was. This was probably because the person who brought him here figured that he might get lost at some point, and he’d need to know his way back.
The little boy held up the necklace and kind of wriggled forward so that the teenager could read what was on it. Then, he sat back on his feet again, and spoke.
“I…I got scared by a big guy.” He mumbled it, and didn’t really make eye contact.
Michael didn’t really have any issues with bad words. He knew a lot of them from his father, but he still had disliked hearing them. Nevertheless, Michael ignored them. He was very good at ignoring people when he wanted to, and he moved closer to chase. He pointed to the silver metal things and then he told Chase in what way he should move them to get them out. His words were really only meant for the little boy, so he was quite calm at the moment.
Michael’s eyes shifted slightly to look at Hokee’s bed, and then he leaned over and whispered to Chase. “You could make a cool fort with a bed that moves.” He was avoiding the actual hospital situation because it wasn’t something that made him feel happy. Therefore, it was less important.
Playing with Chase made him feel a lot more normal, so he would keep his efforts focused on that. The boy blinked as he watched Chase fiddle. “No the circle’s gotta come out of the square. Otherwise it’ll get stuck in the triangle. The square gives more space.” Though it was still a mumble, the improvement in his speaking habits was moving really fast. Now that he had people around him that made him feel safe at least.
Hokee’s words mixed with the lady’s words confused him. A number couldn’t be a meal, right? Maybe they had a secret code or something. He shrugged it off and started to nibble on the collar of his shirt. It was a subconscious gesture, but it was indicating that maybe he wouldn’t mind a little bit of food. It wasn’t as though it would be bad if he gained weight, either.
Michael was not one who trusted people right off for many different reasons. Mostly, he didn’t think that people would trust him. The little boy hadn’t had a lot to trust when he’d lived at home, only his leggo’s and his various different televisions shows taught him more about life. A lot of the time teenagers were snarky and such on the real life shows, so he found it a bit hard.
This time was no different. He was just someone coming here because he heard a loud noise. Most likely he’d go away soon, because Michael was just a stupid little kid. Well he was pretty smart, actually, but other people probably just thought that he was really weird. His eyes tightly closed, the boy shifted and slightly looked to the side, just watching this boy’s movements.
He stayed kneeling down for quite some time, and then he seemed to be moving around a little bit. Maybe he was just checking to see what Michael did. His hair was pretty long, and still pretty scraggly, so he could look through it well enough to see this person’s eyes. Nothing was more important to him than someone who tried to be his friend, and was actually nice, didn’t want to harm him or anything. Lifting his head slightly, he noticed that the teenager retreated.
That was enough for him. He’d been left all alone once again. Obviously no one would care about the little brown-haired boy, too skinny to do any real physical activity. Biting his lip more, his head turned into his arms again. He squeezed himself in, holding himself tight so he knew that he would be okay, because he was there to give himself hugs. The little boy felt a few tears fall down his face.
He was scared, he was alone, and he was in a place that he didn’t know about. There were doors that lead to places he didn’t know, and there were rooms that were supposed to be bathrooms, but had more room for lots of people to go at once. Everything was just suddenly there, and it was stressful. He was going to start crying rather hard when the male approached again.
He thought nothing of it, and he just stuck himself to the wall, feeling his pants become really uncomfortable. He took a breath in and tried to calm himself down, wondering how much pants and shirts costed. He didn’t have really any of his own other than this pair that he’d been given, so it was going to be difficult to get more, and he’d most definitely soiled this pair.
A moment of surprise almost startled him up and away, but it was just an ear-bud in his ear. He was slightly nervous of what It was there for, and then he heard music coming from it, and the person was singing. He didn’t know any of the words, and they all sounded different from things that he’d heard before, but he slowly brought his ungloved hand and his gloved hand to the bud. He sat up just a little bit, and though he was still crunched over, he was holding the earbud tight. A quick, quick look to the man revealed that maybe it was okay to trust him, so he sat up fully, and turned to face the male, listening to the music.
What could be seen was a scared little boy, with scratches along his face and his hands, some old bruises, as well as a very wide-eyed, deer-in-headlights expression. He was also slightly shaking, due to holding in a bit more of his power, as well as a lot of fear that he was going to be judged because of the dark spot in his pajama’s. However, he did like the music. It made him a lot more trusting, because it was such could music.
The auction was definitely full of people, which was kind of nerve-wracking, so he was grateful when kat gave him his little puzzle. It was travel-sized, so of course it was easy to tote around.
Michael was about to start to fiddle with it and tune out the world when Kat told him to go show his puzzle to a woman just across the room a little bit. He still didn’t really understand the “bidding” thing, though he was assured it was wonderful, so he had really no idea why it was relevant that she might want to bid on him.
There was more than one red-headed girl in the room, so he had to look at the other, and then he lifted his head slowly to look at the one he was now sure was the person Kat pointed to.
His eyes met the persons and he quickly looked away with a bright red face, and heart-pounding. That was a close one. He wasn’t very good at talking with people, and didn’t know really about proper eye-contact when talking, so he was extremely embarrassed to do it.
The boy bit his lip a little bit, and he fidgeted with his puzzle, then looked up again, just out of the corner of his eye, actually dropping the puzzle.
His face turned red again, and then he turned away and picked up his little metal item, holding it close with his white-gloved hands.
Okay, he’d caused the breakage. Yes, he made the wall explode. However, Michael was definitely not prepared for the people that might come. Plaster fell from his hair onto his hands as he tried to wriggled away from the approaching footsteps. The boy bit his lip a little bit, hands covering his eyes and mouth. His back had a piece of very hot to the touch plaster on it, and it really hurt, so he shook it off quickly, and it fell to the ground, starting to cool.
He wriggled close to the wall, maybe hoping that there was something fancy at this mansion that meant that if you were scared the walls would just grow arms and hug you. Actually…he probably would have made them blow up too. The boy moved his hand slowly, his left one, to hide it beneath him, and snatched up his glove that was nearby. He slid it onto his left hand, although it seemed one part of his finger was missing, it was better than at least showing off that it was missing.
Then, he curled back up again. The person neared him. Growing closer and closer…until he finally stopped. He’d seen the wreckage! The boy heard him speak and he risked a small, scared little glance outward, towards the voice. He was met with direct eye contact and quickly looked away. For a few moments, nothing happened. Then, Michael’s head seemed to twitch forward a bit, as though saying yes to the person.
He wasn’t ACTUALLY okay. No, he had some scratches and that burn on his back to worry about. However, when someone asked him if he was okay, he tended to say yes, just in case they would want to talk to him more, or poke and prod the places that hurt. It was okay when he put bandages on himself, but other people putting things on his cuts made stinging feelings a lot worse than they felt before, and it wasn’t pleasant to sit still while they were getting “fixed up.”
His little body, obviously still pretty thin, wriggled more into the wall. He really didn’t want it to be seen that he’d wet himself either. It wasn’t something boys his age did anymore. But that big blue guy scared him! It…wasn’t his fault really. He just had to go, and then the blue guy just kind of…well…anyways. He could stay in a ball like this forever. It would work out eventually.
Michael’s eyes closed for a moment, and he let out a breath. It was so hard being in a place with such negative emotions. He really wanted to just go and hide somewhere maybe. But he had to be better about not hiding in his room all day, which was one of the big reasons that he went on this trip to the hospital. Being around people was supposed to help him “get better.”
He was actually getting prepared to crawl under the bed, not wanting to be subject to the bad emotions running rampant in the room when he saw chase slip down next to him. The boy sunk down from his watching the monitors, and he bit his lip a little bit. What does a person say? Chase was sad! He looked at the ground. This was so confusing.
Scratching the back of his head, he tried to keep calm, and ended up doing it. The boy looked at his puzzle, once again properly tangled up, and put it on chases lap. Remembering that chase didn’t like to touch his things, he tried to wipe it off with his sweatshirt, intending nice thoughts. Of course it wouldn’t make things better, but Michael still didn’t really understand Chase’s powers.
He then moved his hands away and looking down at his legs, he spoke softly to Chase. “You’re a nice person.” That was something that he meant as a few words to cheer the boy up. He wasn’t used to cheering other people up at all.
He wasn’t sure what he was signing up for when someone told him to write his name down on a sheet of paper, put a picture of himself with it, and then fill out the information on it. He only found out afterwards, and by then, it was a bit late.
He didn’t own any dress clothes, so he’d been taken shopping to get a tux. Now wasn’t that an ordeal. He wouldn’t take off his gloves, and nearly got emotional enough to blow up part of the shop.
In any case, Michael was here now, standing out in front of the group of people. The Tux was a bit uncomfortable, but Kat let him fix it so that it was better, even if she said he couldn’t have his puzzle until he was done standing on stage. Wearing a tie was not a choice, he refused it, and kids his age normally wore a bowtie anyways. Michael felt like it choked him, so the bowtie remained untied and artfully draped over his shirt, but beneath the collar. His white shirt had one button undone on the top for that very same reason.
It was really hard to stay still while she read off the names, and when she got to number 4, Michael jumped slightly as he heard his name, and his face turned a little red as he turned his feet inwards and gave a small nod to the people there. They were looking at him, so he slightly lifted his head and gave a very awkward smile, his gloves tonight, fancy in their white color, matching with his outfit perfectly. Though, quite obviously, he did not pick this out for himself.
Even Michael’s hair was groomed! One of the older guys in the mansion was tasked with making sure he was sparkly clean, so after classes ended, Michael was forced into the ordeal of extreme hygiene. An exploded sink, and a few towels later, he actually looked clean and healthy for once. His hair was casually brushed off to the side, and it played with a tiny bit of a wave tonight.
He stood very still, and he was very patient until they were finally allowed of the stage. He climbed down off of it, and wondered when Kat would give his puzzle back. He was sure he was almost done with it.
Michael was frowning now. He really didn’t feel like he got the credit he deserved for completing such a thing. Pouting slightly, he sat on the floor to complete his puzzle. Maybe after seeing it was completed again, the lady would like it better. He was about to start in when the monitors started to beep more.
This scared him quite a lot, but he forced the fear down once again and took some deep breaths. Michael, knowing what was best for him, moved along the floor in a sort of crawling fashion, to the other side of Hokee’s bed, where the monitor couldn’t get him.
He moved closer to the bed slowly and Michael stared at it. The bed itself wasn’t intimidating, but he lifted himself up just enough to look over it, and look at the monitor, still beeping away. He was basically peeking over the top, as though he didn’t want to be caught. The little boy narrowed his eyes at it, but just in curiosity. He couldn’t show too much emotion otherwise he’d have to take off his glove and let a little piece off to go explode in the air outside.
He stared at the monitor intently, as though he was having a face off. He was just waiting for it to start attacking like the robots in that comic…it could happen. They beeped too. He knew that the monitor beeped for a reason…but so many different beeps must mean something.
He wasn’t much into talking to people, especially not nurses, so Michael did not even pretend to feign interest in her entrance. He actually just glared at his puzzle until he left. Then, and only then, did he respond to Hokee.
“You gotta make the metal pieces come apart…and then put them back together again. See?” Without looking Hokee in the eye, he held up all the pieces of his metallic puzzle. They were all separated now, that was for sure, and they were tangled when he came in.
Michael would have said more, he really would have, but he was much too busy. He had to put them back together again in the right order…but he didn’t want to. It was conflicting. The boy wanted them to show to someone, to have them tell him he did a good job, but completing the puzzle was more important than the approval of a nurse, or the next person who walked in.
This turned out to be completely untrue, as Mama T walked into the room next, and spoke to them. She wanted Michael and Chase to let him rest. Michael shimmied off of his chair, holding onto the metal pieces tightly, and then moved over to her. She was still known as the lady in his mind…because she wasn’t like a puzzle.
He couldn’t figure her out at all. No name seemed appropriate yet. In any case, Michael held the pieces up for her to look at, also not meeting her gaze. It was clearly, wordlessly, something he wanted to show as a sense of pride built up.
Michael looked at chase, his eyes were slightly wide. It was a silent plea to just keep talking to Hokee. He’d never really been amazingly interested in hospitals or how they worked, so he didn’t know what else he could possibly say to make this situation any better. Looking at his puzzle, Michael shook his head at Hokee. He didn’t want to move the bed, it wasn’t that interesting.
The boy moved over to a chair near the door, and fiddled with his own metallic piece. On piece slowly was wormed off and he looked at it triumphantly, the lifted it up to show everyone in the room just how clever he was in figuring that one out. He looked down to see if there was anything else he could do for some more, and seemed to be absorbed.
Michael would probably be interested in moving the bed if it was just as magical as pressing the button. He would press the button again whenever Hokee asked. But the bed was too easy to figure out. He moved the button up, and the bed would go up. Besides, if he moved it too much he might flatten Hokee, or Hokee might break, and his muscles would fall out.
There was no telling what those actions would cause! So, he looked over at chase, and after a moment, looking back down at his feet, he mumbled out a bit more. “Where’s…” He forgot her name, didn’t he? Yup. He kept doing that. She was really nice lady though. He frowned still fiddling with the clinking metal as he tried to figure it out. Giving up, he continued anyways. “The lady?”
He looked at Hokee, with the puzzle on him. It hadn’t moved really from where he set it. He was tempted to move it closer, but that might be overstepping boundaries. Besides, if he put the puzzle on Hokee’s head, the milk couldn’t get to his brain.
Chase was there in front to protect him, and while Michael talked didn’t say a word. This was good because sometimes people interrupted him, which made him upset.
Truth be told, Michael was not as much like a nine year old as he was like a seven year old in how he acted. He hadn’t reached some conventional mile-stones either, like for instance, knowing that people who were barely conscious couldn’t solve the metallic puzzles instantly. It was a real easy one for him anyways. You just had to loop it around a few times in a few different ways.
Now he was itching to solve it for Hokee, to show him how easy it was, when he heard the person with the muscly arms speak again. What did “Ace” mean? He thought for a moment and then realized. Of course! “We don’t have cards…I never use them that much.” It was another mumble, even if he intended for it to be heard.
His brown hair so desperately needed a trim, and as he looked down, it fell across his face and skewed his vision. For the next minute and a half, Michael was trying to make it stop falling on his eyes when he looked down, and then finally just gave up. He’d ask for a haircut later. Or he’d just get scissors. Michael knew which parts bothered him anyways.
Hokee motioned to a button, and Chase pushed it. Michael saw the fluid drip down and his eyes widened. “Is…is that water for your arm?” This was a weird place. Michael knew about some hospital items, but others, like the contraption leading most certainly to his brain, and the thing with the water in it were foreign to him.
Why would he need water in his arm? Maybe it was a healing water. All he knew was that he should watch with rapt attention, in case something bad happened.
