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.
Dahlia was worried about Calley's smile. Until he followed it up with trees. If there was one thing that the lizard girl was good at and loved it was climbing trees. It was a useful skill to have! You could hide in trees. Nasty neighbor dogs couldn't get you in trees. So Dahlia grinned happily at Calley.
"I love tree climbing!" She flexed her fingers, "These mitts are useful for some things you know!"
Besides, knowing which windows were unlocked would be great for pranking. Dahlia was almost bouncing in anticipation. At least until she heard a shout. She couldn't exactly tell what was said but it sounded like someone was shouting for Calley. Dahlia looked over in the general direction that she'd heard it from to see a very tall black lady. She was waving and seemed friendly. Dahlia wondered if she'd go tree climbing too.
"Hi. Are you coming tree climbing too? Calley just said he'd show me the best trees to climb!"
The currently green, orange, and yellow chameleon girl smiled happily. The more the merrier!
They had all that land to themselves? Wow. This place was way nicer than the Sanctuary. Well golden things aside. With the forest there had to be plenty of trees to climb. Maybe they even had a nice rock somewhere that she could lounge on and soak up the sun. Calley was wanting to know if there was anything she really wanted to see. Dahlia thought about it...
"Um, just make with the touring I guess. I'm sure there is plenty of neat stuff to see in this place."
A big school like this had to have all sorts of fun things around. Though Dahlia wondered what the people here were like. The people at the Sanctuary had been nice, despite being mean. Maybe this place would be opposite? Would they force her to talk to her parents again? She'd have to go back to the Sanctuary or just live on the streets again if they did that. Dahlia kept right on staring, each eye swirling about, at the house in wonder as they walked toward it. It was really amazing no matter what.
Dahlia tugged at the shirt. It was awkward! While she wished she could wear clothes again previous experience had already confirmed that attempting it was very awkward for her. The clothes didn't sit right and it was difficult getting them off. Especially anything that had buttons. This shirt didn't but it didn't make it feel any less awkward. She'd rather go without it but Calley insisted and actually fought her to get her to wear it. So if she'd glared at him the entire subway ride it was understandable. And the purple? Well thoughts of pudding in shoes and other prank like activities directed at certain catboys tended to do that.
When they arrived at the Mansion, and oh how she'd stared as they approached, Dahlia was still sporting a bit of dark red and dark purple but they'd mostly given away to an eye popping combination of orange and a brighter purple. The place was huge and it even had gates like those gates you saw in front of rich people's houses.
"Wow."
Almost instinctively Dahlia started trying to tug the shirt off as she stared at the house. It was just too uncomfortable! The sooner the scarf was ready the better!
Dahlia was glad he hadn't moved from where she'd left him. It would have been a pain to hunt him down if he'd left like most cats did. But then again he was at least part human too. Which probably made him really confusing but a lot less scary than a dog. Dogs were evil. Without further ado Dahlia marched right over to Calley and his knitting. She grabbed hold of one of his wrists and began to try and tug him out of his seat.
"You're going to take me to this Mansion place, please."
She'd almost forgotten to say please. That would have been horrible. Obviously the Sanctuary had already started ruining her manners like the horrible evil devil's den that it was! Hopefully the Mansion would help fix that.
The blue was pretty much gone by the time Calley finished speaking. It was all replaced with dark red and a bright green. If the Sanctuary only turned out mean people then Dahlia didn't want to be there any longer. Without so much as a word to Calley she practically sprinted out of the common area toward the bedrooms. She didn't really have much but what she did have was going to come with her to this Mansion place. School or not if she could live there and not become a mean person then that was where she'd go. Plus that meant not having to go back to her parents.
It didn't take long for the chameleon girl to grab her things and head back towards where she'd left the catboy. He was going to show her where this Mansion was and he was going to do it NOW!
He'd seemed normal. Apparently Calley was also a freak, though one with the advantage of being able to be human. Then again, cat ears and cat tails were adorable. Dahlia was momentarily distracted as they disappeared again. She pouted. Dahlia had wanted to touch them. Of course she was distracted from that by the really horrible mean things Calley was saying! Dahlia would never do that! Hurting people was mean. Just really really mean! She didn't have any clue what she wanted to do but she didn't want to hurt people. Not at all!
"But, everyone's been nice to me here and I don't wanna hurt people!"
Her skin quickly shifted to a combination of dark blue and dark red. She was sniffling a little, just on the verge of crying, but when she spoke again she sounded indignant.
A couple more yarn balls, one in the hand and one that the tail had awkwardly curled around another. They both went in the basket as the other hand plucked strands of yarn off of her body here and there. It was awfully messy stuff, despite being so colorful and nifty. She'd stick to making jewelry. Calley's question about her age caused one eye to swivel toward him.
"13, why?"
The other eye was fixated on a rogue ball of yarn that kept getting away as she tried to grab it. Hands and feet made for gripping or no it was difficult to wrangle a ball of yarn that didn't want to be wrangled! The mention of future careers stalled her chase of the errant fibers.
"But...that sounds mean."
And Dahlia frowned, as well as a chameleon could. The mention of the mansion had her rolling both of her very agile eyes.
"What's the point in going to a mutant school if they can't do anything about this?"
Instead of using a hand, Dahlia motioned to herself with her tail. She was getting better at using it for things, though it wasn't very useful and probably would never be. That pesky ball of yarn was found and on her way back to the basket to drop it in she accidentally kicked the second needle out of its hiding spot.
"You mean this?" she said, waving the other needle about.
And she turned even more red. The blue and yellow were nearly gone now.
"But why would I hug someone mean?"
It was an honest question. Mean people didn't deserve hugs. Dahlia grabbed a couple more balls of yarn as she thought about it. Her hands were perfect for gripping things and the yarn, though awkwardly shaped, had enough give to ensure she had no trouble returning it to the basket.
The bright embarrassed red shifted to a dark blue as Calley asked how long she'd been there and mentioned that she didn't really seem to belong there.
"Not long, a few months maybe. I ran away from home after...this happened. Kaitlyn was nice enough to help me out and bring me here. It's better than the streets."
She took a moment to grab more yarn and fake a smile before she answered Calley's other question.
"And nope! No school for me. Why should I go back? I bet most schools wouldn't let someone like me in any way."
The fact that she hadn't introduced herself didn't occur to Dahlia until Calley was kind enough to mention it. At which point she turned a bit more red and let go.
"Oh sorry! I'm Dahlia. Nice to meetcha Calley!"
It was nice to meet him, now that he wasn't the mean boy that assumed she was a boy as well. Dahlia was totally willing to overlook that because he was so nice. Unless he got mean again but Dahlia really hoped he wouldn't!
"Sorry sorry, I...uh...got kinda excited. I hug awful hard when I'm excited."
It was true. Mom had always said she was really strong! Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn't but she did give good hugs. Dahlia's eyes began to dart around and she started picking up the yarn and untangling what she could.
"Here, lemme help clean this up since it was kinda my fault."
It didn't quite register with Dahlia, as sad as she was, that the person that knelt down beside her was the same person that had insulted her. The same person that had only moments before copped to not liking her at all and then questioned her gender again! She was too busy crying to notice so when the nicer voice appeared, and it took her a moment to register it because it was hard to hear over her own crying, she made a grab for it and clung to the person. She'd always preferred having someone to hug when she needed a cry. Maybe if she was able to wear clothes then the boy would have known she was a girl. But she couldn't and that was horrible.
But the nice voice was talking again so Dahlia tried not to cry so loudly so that she could properly hear him. It was the boy she realized and he was explaining that he totally knew she was a girl and that he was teasing. It wasn't very nice teasing. Pranks were more fun and less hurtful. However at that moment he waved the scarf in front of her face. He'd been knitting it...for...her. All at once she ceased sniffling and hugged the boy tightly. He was making her a scarf! That was just so nice and thoughtful. Sure he'd said some not so nice things but that was obviously just a misunderstanding because no one that mean would make her a scarf! She squealed happily as she hugged they very nice boy.
One eye was fixed on the brown haired boy. The other was darting here and there, staring at the mess she'd made. Oh she was so horrible! It would take forever to get everything straightened up and put back in the basket and she shouldn't have touched it. She was so bad. Just rotten. To top it all the lovely scarf was now impaled on one of her horns and was probably ruined. He'd have to scrap it and knit it again and it would never be the same! The guy kept saying wow. He was probably amazed at just how awful she was and how she could possibly make such a mess.
In a way she was right, though Dahlia didn't notice that as she sniffled and tried very very hard not to cry.
"I'm not a boy! And my parents hate me!"
And then she started to cry. Loudly. He thought she was a boy! Dahlia knew she'd been cursed! Knew it! Whatever she had done must of been really horrible. Well, whatever she'd done that hadn't included a knitting massacre.
She'd never thought of making clothes before. It just hadn't occurred to her that they could be made. Well, of course she knew that someone had to make the clothes but Dahlia had never considered that a person could do so themselves. So she was enthralled by the basket of yarn with the partial scarf because who knew you could make these things yourself?! And the yarn was so interesting. There were all sorts of colors in the basket. Red, blue, purple, why she even thought she saw some pink! Of course clumsy chameleon hands weren't good for picking through small, delicate bits of yarn. So maybe a couple of threads got tangled. And a needle was several feet away on the floor. And there was some yarn knotted around one of her horns.
It was this perfect recipe for chaos that Calley walked in to. And spoke. To Dahlia. Who was not expecting any company at all. Needless to say Dahlia jumped, accidentally bringing the basket with her. Yarn flew every which way. Dahlia became perfectly entangled and hit the floor with a thump.
"Owww, Sorry mister. I was just curious."
A rather large dash of red blotted out the violet that had been decorating her skin.
Dahlia shivered a little. She'd spent too long at the park and as a result was still out when the sun had gone down. For her that was a very bad thing so she was hurrying back toward the Sanctuary where at least she'd be warm, if not sunny. Needless to say Dahlia didn't like it when it was dark. There were shadows everywhere even when the lights were on and it was colder even during summer. The night was scary to her. It was even scarier now than it had been when she was a normal human. The click of her claws on the sidewalk sounded around her. Dahlia barely heard it though. Nor was she really paying much attention to her surroundings until a very pretty lady landed a bubble in front of her like something out of the Wizard of Oz.
She didn't look much like Glinda though.
And she wasn't a she at all if the voice was something to go by! Dahlia was confused for a moment by the idea of a man wearing ladies clothes but the clothes were just so pretty that she gave up caring about it quickly enough. She didn't wear clothes at all. Couldn't really. Why should she judge someone that wore strange clothes?
"Um, thanks but I'm not wondrous at all. Your dress is really pretty though!"
Dahlia wondered why Sky had been the only person she'd met so far that acknowledged how much of a freak they both were. Everyone else seemed to think Dahlia was pretty. Monsters weren't pretty.
Dahlia was lounging in her room. Oh it had been over a year since she'd left home. She was fourteen now and unlike the earlier days of her mutanthood she was living in the Mansion instead of the Sanctuary. The reasons didn't matter anymore. She'd moved and was happier here. It had taken several months but they'd even managed to half convince her that she wasn't a freak or monster. She was still dubious about that one, and wasn't that a fun word she'd learned when Dahlia had started attending school again, but she'd see how it went. For now she was just happy to have a good place to live and go to school. They'd probably insist she meet her parents again eventually but they hadn't yet and that was the important part.
While she was lounging on her bed and thinking a knock came at the door followed by a voice she knew pretty well. Koga was here! With food no less. It took a concentrated effort for her not to turn bright red instantly. He was so nice! Hopping off of her bed she went and opened the door.
"Hi Koga!"
He had a whole tray full of her favorite foods with him. It made her proud that she'd gotten so much better at controlling her colors. Otherwise she'd be far too red to do much other than stutter right now.
"Come on in."
Dahlia stood back and held the door open so Koga could come into the room. It was a little messy but unlike other rooms the mess didn't contain clothes. Just papers and disorganized stuff. No, no matter how they'd tried the people here hadn't been able to get the lizard girl into clothes. They were just too awkward for her.
