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.
This whole place was a Maze. In fact, he went outside in search of a pool, and did get lost in the maze for a very long time that was outside. Confused and disoriented, Michael slightly hid behind a table in the hallways, wearing a pair of loose fitting pajama’s. Still too skinny to fill out clothes for his height, so they kept falling off of him. Adjusting his gloves, he let out a sigh of relief.
Michael was not very good at meeting people in certain situations. For instance, at the moment, he was physically hiding from them. Although, hiding behind a small desk of sorts really didn’t help his situation much. Just the fact that there happened to be a desk in the hallway drew a bunch of attention in itself. His brown hair fell over his face a bit, badly needing a good haircut, as he looked down.
A black-gloved hand moved to his chest, and he felt his heart pound. Uh-oh. No way he was supposed to let it beat that fast. The boy bit his lip. Whenever he got too upset, he always always always messed something up. Michael pushed his hand into his pocket, fishing around for a small hand puzzle.
A calmness went over him now, crouched on the ground behind this desk, the striped pajama’s on him slipping over one shoulder for a moment. He fiddled with the metal contraption. There were two pieces, both made of metal, and they were different twisty shapes, so that someone couldn’t take them apart easily. Michael was attempting to separate them just as someone approached.
He did not see the approach of this person, so when a booming voice rang out. “Hey kid, you okay?” He nearly peed his pants. Then he looked up and saw that it was this giant blue man. Abandoning the metal puzzle, he took off down the hall, tripping over the hem of his pajama’s screaming bloody murder, a noticeable wet spot on his clothes.
He panted, and then he felt THAT pressure. The boy slowed, which meant that he tripped and nearly did a summersault, then ripped one of his gloves off. His left hand was made of some weird silvery-substance. He watched, fear still coursing through him as his pinky finger just…popped off. It shaped into a ball of some sort and hovered.
He nearly cursed, but instead focused as hard as he could on trying to make it go away. Instead, it moved a little bit in front of him and touched against a wall. Michael, at this point, just curled up in the fetal position as the little ball exploded with a sound like a gunshot hitting concrete. The wall for ten feet in a clear circle was completely destroyed, and on fire, and the rest of the wall had nasty cracks from the original explosion. And there Michael was, shaking just near it with a few burning pieces of wall plaster on his back. At least he DEFINITELY did not need to go to the bathroom again.
I heard that this really wasn't normally done when I was chatting, but I hope it isn't too bad that I would love to create some plots with my character. I'm just going to write a quick blurb about him beneath, and I will be happy to accept any threads that people would like to do with me.
Michael has a silver hand, and the matter in his hand that detatches can cause Inorganic Items to explode. When this first happened, there were some rather bad effects, so he grew up in a home that was rather abusive. This made Michael into who he is now, very shy, and very nervous.
Though he is very shy, Michael has interests in puzzles and games and such, so he might try and join in with something like that. People that come up to talk to him will probably make him blush, mostly in mere confusion. He doesn't know how to meet people too well, but he gets a bit more used to people hanging around them.
Just recently, Michael was brought to the Mansion. There could be some plots stemming off of this. For instance, he was technically brought here without really any proper agreements or documentation, and he has a bit of an issue in who his real parents are. So there might be something about that.
Anyways! I hope you'll like my character! Thank you guys for welcoming me on MRO even if I am rather young.
Michael’s eyes were slightly closed as he played through the situation. Chase was protecting him, so he was okay in that respect. The person named Hokee was so hurt that he had to go in an ambulance.
An ambulance was for when those really bad emergencies happened, so he was probably dying really badly when they got there. Michael slowly let his head move, just to the side of Chase’s, to look at Hokee.
If Hokee was seeing well, he might see a little boy, who was still a bit skinny for his size, with wide eyes staring at him. They were kind of scared, but Michael was in control. His gloved hands moving a little bit to fiddle with the puzzle he’d put in his pocket. Now, also in his pocket, was a little housewarming gift Michael brought.
For anyone else, it probably wouldn’t mean much to give this up, but it was Michael. He held up a little puzzle, another metal one, and then slowly put it on Hokee’s chest. There. That would entertain him. Seeing that Hokee could move his hand, the pale-skinned hand of the nine year old inched it over to the hand that made a thumb’s up sign a bit earlier.
He looked very concentrated, the metal clinking slightly as it finally hit Hokee’s hand. This actually caused a bit of triumph, but only for a second. Hokee was moving more now, so he’d better be wary. Just in case something was wrong. Michael hid behind Chase once again.
Was this Hokee person really nice to Chase? Chase didn’t normally like to touch anyone at all. He might have been afraid of germs or something, but he was touching Hokee right now. Michael’s head, spinning with new thoughts and ideas, was a bit confusing, but he reminded himself to keep calm. Looking at his covered hand, he nodded. Yup. Still perfectly in control.
“I’m Michael.” He mumbled behind Chase. The sympathy showed in his next bout of mumbling. Or rather, the sympathy was supposed to show. Often times it never really did. “If milk goes up the straw in your nose then your brains probably stronger than mine. I don’t drink milk and I can’t really even run much.”
He paused. What else would make things better? “I got you a puzzle. It’s mine but you can give it back when you’re better and everything.” He blinked. No wait. He was giving it as a gift. “Or it’s a gift. It makes a lot of things better and stuff.”
The silence drew on a bit too long for him so he started to mumble babble again out of sheer nerves.
“I’ve had bruises too and they hurted a lot but I never really went in an ambulance so you probably had worse bruises than I ever had in my entire life. Someone told me that bruises are because you don’t have any cuts so maybe your bruises are because it would be worse if you didn’t bleed so you just kind of got them instead.”
Most likely he wasn’t making any sense, but what with the beeping, and the activity going on near the room, it was better that he talked to fill up any doubts that he might have on the situation. And he’d even given Hokee a puzzle. What could be better?
This definitely made Michael curious. A straw up his brain? “Maybe…he drinks milk from it so his brain doesn’t loose energy.” He’d never thought of it that way before. Scratching his head, Michael watched chase in his approach to Hokee. He didn’t really get what to say. It wasn’t really easy once he realized that Chase might actually be relying on him for support.
Michael’s nerves kicked in as well, and he looked up just slightly in order to meet chases eyes. There wasn’t much he knew how to do in comforting, but he just nodded.
Nodding and smiling made everything much better. It was in that movie with all the penguins and things. Biting his lip, he approached Hokee and touched his arm where there weren’t any bruises. It was all muscly still.
He quickly pulled away when Hokee’s eyelids fluttered. What did he do now? This wasn’t supposed to happen. The people in the hospital were supposed to be asleep, and then he could just interact with those that he knew. He’d heard that Hokee was really cool from chase before, but actually meeting him was an entirely different matter.
Instead of actually saying anything at first, he started to look at the images on the monitor. They were moving a bit faster, but he didn’t know how to tell if it was too fast or not. This was all so confusing! He gulped and blurted out what he thought would make it better. “Th-the thing is beeping faster.” Yup, Michael decided that the best thing to do in this situation was to say the most obvious thing in the room was happening, and hope that it made sense.
Hokee was bigger than him, and had more hair on him, but Michael was less afraid now that the bruises were easier to spot. After all, hokee was rather hurt, and he was kind of sleeping. Michael was hurt and sleeping ALL the time, so it was basically the same thing.
He kind of stood behind chase a little bit for a moment. “He’s got bruises too…” Not helpful at all, but the sympathy he had was rather hard to show.
His eyes were downcast the whole way, so he kept bumping into people, and just generally skirted around them, puzzle in the hands of a boy’s sweaty little palms. He looked up for once as the nurse opened a door for them. With a great sigh of relief, Michael slipped into the room. This time, before chase.
The hallways, to him, were an absolute nightmare. He didn’t look people in the eyes, and they were angry at him. But of course, they were the ones who made no sense, and didn’t act in the right way. A person who was bumped into was supposed to apologize then continue, but everyone was acting differently. It was causing the little boy to feel awkward and isolated, even near people he knew.
He had an issue with showing emotions sometimes, and this was one. It seemed, in fact, as though he wasn’t sympathetic. Michael was actually very, very scared. He’d never seen someone hurt this bad in a hospital. Ever. He actually didn’t really even like hospitals. They just kind of freaked him out. He looked at hokee, lying in the hospital bed, and he gulped. Michael, put in any emotional situation would start to babble.
The first thing that caught his eye was an item many referred to as a heart-rate monitor. Mumbling beneath his breath, he started to spout facts about it. Every fact he could muster. “This doesn’t just measure the pulse, or heart rate of a person in question. It shows temperature and their blood pressure you know, that way in case of any changes that happen to really any part of the patient it can be picked up by this so that monitoring could be taken to a whole new level. It’s also a model protected from interference of a defibrillator and there’s adult and child settings on it too. Quite…interesting.”
He trailed off, face red. Was that really right to say? Yeah. He could say that and it would be correct. It was helping the situation, right? He bit his lip and started to fidget with his puzzle. He didn’t even really know too many words to describe how he felt seeing Hokee on the bed layed out like that. Michaels brown hair, that really did need a trim, fell across his face as he once again looked to the floor. “All seems to be really normal…”
His eyes widened and the little boy looked down at the puzzle he’d been given. Eyes wide, Michael actually let a small smile grow on his face. This wasn’t really a normal thing, so it might have actually shocked her, but the puzzle was rather entertaining. He and Chase were sitting by a wooden structure with a bunch of squiggly metal things that had beads strung on them. They were kind of cool, and the puzzles on the side too, but his puzzle was more entertaining, and would cause a grown man issues. However, he was intent on solving such a thing.
The only reason he was okay with being here was because Chase was here. Chase saved him from being stuck in his room, and fruit gushers were now his favorite snack, even though the small squirt from them surprised him enough to almost throw them across the plane the first time that he got them. Michael shifted one of the pieces of his puzzle, wondering what would happen if he shifted it. He lifted his head to see if Chase was having fun, and it seemed that he was. He’d started to play with the beads on the wires. Content that Chase was alright with the situation, Michael felt himself make a small move to nod.
He turned back to his puzzle for a few moments, watching the metal clink with other pieces of metal. Most of these little puzzles really only had two, or maybe three pieces. Michaels puzzle had probably around ten. It was no small puzzle, and luckily it was lightweight. The brown-haired little boy slid his gloved hands through two loops that were formed, and lifted it to stare. He looked through the hoops for a moment, and saw the Chase was already by the elevator. Could people even move that quickly?
Well the answer was yes. Definitely yes. Michael was never the most athletic of boy’s, and so Chase had been a lot faster than him from day one. He tried to run around once, and then he stuck to reading comic books kind of near Chase when he was playing athletically. Comic books DID loose their purpose when you were stronger than some of the characters, however.
After a moment of lingering, Michael realized he was being abandoned. “Ah..!” No way. He didn’t want to be abandoned! He stood up and moved over to where Chase was standing quickly, almost tripping over himself. His puzzle was tucked safely to his chest. Michael looked at his feet, happy now that he was by the side of Chase once again, as he should be. The other people there were all…looking at him. Of course, Michael had no idea that this was due to the fact that he was a cute, shy little boy, playing with a puzzle they thought too difficult for him.
Michael was afraid of everything outside. There were new people, and there were a lot of things that changed. There used to be flowers, and they were pretty…but the space-ship took care of that much. Michael at first flinched back from the boy that came towards him. Not looking up at the person, he bit his lip a little bit as he listened to what he said.
His eyes were on the ground, facing his own bare feet when he saw what chase was doing. He looked at the shoes, and Michael’s eyes widened. A present. This person was giving him a present…and they came to rescue him. He looked sideways at his father, and he sat down to pick up the shoes.
It had been a while, so he didn’t remember how to put them on, and he struggled to start getting up again. His father picked him up by his backpack, and set him on his feet once again, crossing his arms to wait for the kid to walk away from him, which Michael did slowly, holding the pair of shoes tightly as he looked up, just to get a glance at the little boy again.
The girl and the boy were being nice to him, and were taking him away from his dad, so he tightened his grip on the shoes again. His father was starting to get a bit annoyed with Michaels slow pace, however. There was no way that he wanted to hurt a girl, or any kid other than his son, since they hadn’t shown any kind of…weird mutation yet, but he’d kick Michael forward if he didn’t go on his own really soon.
Michael. He looked like he was about ready to fall over, in fact. There was definitely nothing he could do to keep the inevitable falling from happening if he was to try on his own, but he would do his best.
That sounds really cool! But we'd have to figure out who all is participating, then maybe create the master list before people vote on others. So maybe the first thread with people posting their characters should be made, and have a certain "Post-by" date. Then the IC thread can happen?
Description: This is an IC silent auction for all you single characters out there willing to raise some money. A person can submit their character here with a few details and a picture, and the silent auction will begin once everyone has entered who wishes to. Yes, you RP going up to the board to post your bid. If you don't plan on bidding, and you're being auctioned off DON'T PEAK!
Rules ~Characters have to willingly post their characters in the thread ~However, pranks can be pulled and people can enter their friends ~The money has to be a reasonable amount, and your character should have some access to the amount of money. ~No one can reserve a character.
The man glared with anger for a moment, and he seemed about ready to scream at them again, but scratched his head. He wanted to get rid of the kid, right? The man frowned. “yeah. Yeah I’ll get him but I ain’t gonna agree to anything yet. Yah. He’ll be out soon.” He looked…noticeable worried about this. The man turned his back to them, and he went into his house, most decidedly not inviting them in. He moved up the stairs to go and get his son.
Michael was freaking out. There were noises and strange things, his dad was yelling…and now he was coming up the stairs. He heard some of it, and the boy was hiding beneath his bed and some blankets were over him as the door was unlocked. One by one, it was undone, and the boy flinched as the door was opened. There was a rustling and he peeked out to see his father shoving comic books in a bag, and some of his pencils. He wasn’t being very nice about it, and some of them got ripped.
There might have been a shred of decency left in him, as he did look down at michaels bear a moment before shoving that in too. He then looked at where Michael was looking at him from under the bed. A growl left as he spoke. “Get up, kid. Ya got visitahs you don’t wanna make upset.” Michael’s eyes widened and he looked down, and then to the side. No. No way. It was too good to be true.
As he slowly crawled out, his father was shoving jeans and t-shirts and underwear in the bag. He had a plan already. He’d deny the kid was ever his, yeah. They take him away and do what they want with him, and he doesn’t have to deal with this again. Michael went to his desk and pulled out his rubix cube, and his bag of metallic puzzles, and other such things. He clutched it tight, feeling a bit dizzy. Michaels dad, putting the backpack on the skinny little boy’s back, pushed him forward from his room and then down the stairs.
He tripped and stumbled down, and then looked at the door, hesitating. There were two people out there and a huge…a huge space shuttle. He stared for a moment until he was prodded along by his father, not tripping only due to the hold his dad took on the backpack.
And there he was. A little boy, short, skinny, and definitely weak. Blood stains were obvious on his clothes, and he was very very skinny. But he was staring at this space shuttle with wide, wide eyes. No eyes for the people…not at first…and then he looked at them with shy, untrusting eyes, bare feet wriggling on the ground. He didn’t have shoes that fit him really anymore after all. He didn’t say anything to them.
The boy had ransacked his bathroom and managed to find his last bandages. There were really hard hurts to get at. The little boy flinched as he set on a few of them. He bit his lip, and he tensed. It hurt a lot. He had a big, swollen lip, and marks along his cheek from where his fathers nails had dug into him. Michael looked around at the bandages and tried to fit a bunch on his cheek, and soon he got distracted, and started to sort the bandages instead, then he made a pattern.
Hours passed, and his entertainment was still held when there was a noise. A big, loud…bad noise. It was bad merely due to the sheer…mass of it. Something big. He stood up, still quite sore, and went to the window, wanting to see outside, but again, he couldn’t see anything from his own room. Oh how he wished that the sights were different. That someone actually believed he was there! But that was impossible. Probably a work friend for his dad.
He heard the man get up downstairs, and go outside, then a lot of cursing. The man was actually using many colorful phrases to get his point across that no, it was not okay to land on the Christmas ornaments that were still outside on the bushes. And oh, on a side note, he did probably ask, in more words than this “What the hell is there a space ship doing in my front yard?” Michael was nowhere to be seen during this whole thing, but he heard it. A spaceship? There was an actual…a real space-ship? He looked over at his things, wondering if something would help him, in case aliens were attacking him as well. The different bleeding marks staining his clothes suddenly seemed a bit insignificant.
Michaels dad was an angry, spiteful man. It showed in the way that he confronted even something as daunting as this. Of course, his choice words that ended this rant were less than welcoming. “You better not be some…some damned mutants comin here to kill all us non-mutants. We don’t like your kind in this town.”
