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.
Jezebel grinned as she stared down at the young girl who only moments ago was calling both Penelope and Tses freaks. It seemed that the young girl’s bravado was wearing thin as she was quickly shunned into silence. It was painfully obvious that she knew she bit off more than she could chew because she was shaking so terribly that one would think that she was going to fall apart. But that was not the only sign. The stream of yellow that was coursing down the young girl’s leg was yet another signifier of her predicament.
The whole picture only made Jezebel grin all the wider as she cracked her knuckles.
Around the tall, behemoth of a woman, the variety of patrons who had been in the store were quickly beginning to disperse. Men, with gaping mouths, ran out and left their kids behind, children cowered and cried behind toys and whatever furniture that they could find, while female either protected their children by shielding them, or ran out screaming as if they were going to be murdered.
The cacophony was a wonderful torrent of sound to Jezebel. She loved hearing it every time. As a matter of fact, if she could have recorded it and placed the sound into her iPod, she probably would. But that darn Penelope would probably just erase. Such a killjoy.
>> ”Mrs. Tickle?”[/color]
She blinked as she turned her attention to the voice. Who was addressing her?!
Molten yellow eyes roamed down until she caught sight of the young woman who had been escorting Penelope around. The woman, whom she remembered to be named Tses, was looking up at her with some sort of grin on her face. Hmm, Jezebel had to admit that she did like the woman’s style and attitude. Plus, she was a mutant! So there was no need to rip her head off.
Yay for new friends!
“Tses, I presume?”[/b] she grinned as she leaned her massive frame down and plucked up the red and white striped rabbit that Penelope had been carrying. Silently she held it in her hand. She always promised Penelope that she would never leave it behind. So far…she hadn’t. “What must you be thinking?[/b] Jezebel grinned darkly.
Penelope liked Chase’s mom. She was very sweet and always had a kind smile on her face. She didn’t know if she was a mutant or not, but even if she was human, she doubted that she was all bad. After all, not every human was a danger to mutantkind, were they? That would just be a little thought. Even if her parents had drilled such things into her head, Penelope didn’t really believe them. It was just more silly things that they said.
In the meantime, though, she liked Ms. Taylor. And she hoped that the notion was mutual.
>> "My pleasure…I have some cookies in the kitchen, if you are fast enough, there might be some left"
Penelope. Beamed! Cookies! She loooooved cookies. Taking the hint that she needed to rush, Penelope bounced up and down before dashing off towards the kitchen.
“Thanks Ms. Taylor! I’ll save you and Lily one!” she laughed as she ran off.
Lilith, on the other hand, was left behind, smiling a little as she watched Penelope dash off towards the kitchen. Lilith had never really been inside the mansion but merely stood outside after Ms. Taylor and Penelope met the first time. It seemed as if the circumstances were far different now.
Smiling a little shyly at the much taller woman, Lilith tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before turning back to meet her.
“Um, again, thank you for seeing us,” Lilith said as they walked on. “As you know doubt know…we’re a little desperate now.”
Too many times she had heard that word and too many times she felt angry about it. That was the one word that her parents absolutely hated. They told her that it meant something being abnormal, something that doesn’t belong. Penelope belonged! She belonged in this world and no one had any right to tell her otherwise. Her parents did everything they could to drill that into her head so that she would never feel hurt by that comment.
But she was hurt. Not just because she didn’t like the word, but because it made her think about her parents. It made her think about that night that she lost them. And, worst of all, it opened the door that she never wanted to have open…
Heheheheehehhehe…
She ground her teeth and she tried to hold her head. She didn’t want to hear that voice right now! Why couldn’t she ever get mad without having Jezebel come out and jeopardize everything?! Why couldn’t she get mad like everyone else? WHY WAS SHE A FREAK!?
Freak….hehehehehahahahe~!!
>> "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had a problem with mutants. I hear it's like an allergy to some people. You know, see one and you just start sneezing all kinds of rude statements."[/color]
Penelope snapped her attention back to Tses. Tses was getting awfully mad at Crystal, not that she could blame her. Crystal was being a bit of an issue right now. But as much as Penelope wanted to comfort her friend…she couldn’t. Her grip on Jezebel was waning, especially when she saw the flickers of green around Tses’ hands. A mutant? Jezebel HAD to meet her.
Skin dotted with red, Penelope growled under her breath as she felt the sensation of her body being covered over. Red oozed out of her pores and began to compile and amass around her entire body. The few people that were still in the store, upon seeing this, immediately began to back up with slack-jawed expressions. Within moments they were gone as the young girl who was covered in red was replaced by an extremely tall, red Amazon, with a musculature that put more men to shame.
Worst of all, beside the molten yellow eyes and the crooked, sadistic smirk on her face. Jezebel was out to play…
***
>> "Get out of here kid, or I'll show you why people don't like mutants."[/color]
Crystal rolled her eyes at the woman’s threat at first. She had no right to speak to her like that. Her parents were very important and she could sue the woman if she wanted it! But she wasn’t because she was better than that.
But then the young, bratty girl saw the green energy and quickly she began to recoil.
“Another freak? Oh no! You shouldn’t be in the stores! EW!” she shivered as she began to back away. But in backing away, she immediately caught sight of the large, red behemoth that stood directly behind her former target. “A-A-A-A-A…h…”
Penelope was bouncing. She couldn’t wait to get into this place again. Everytime she came here to hang out with Chase or any of the other friends that she had managed to make, she always had a blast. It was so comforting to be around people who knew what it was like to be different. Sure humans liked to SAY[/b] they understood but that was never true. They couldn’t understand what it was like to be a mutant. To know that you were so different from everyone else.
Humans were liars.
…
Ahem.
She had just reached the door when it opened up to reveal that very tall woman again. Gosh, she was just SO tall! The first time she met her, Penelope thought she was staring at a giant. She was continuously impressed by her height and smiled up at her with a toothy grin when the pretty woman loomed above her.
>> "Hey there…Nice to see you again. Chase is in class right now, but he says hi."
“Hi Ms. Taylor!” Penelope beamed.
Lilith smiled a little shyly, though obviously a little nervous about how this meeting will go. “Afternoon, Ms. Taylor, thank you for seeing us.”
Penelope grinned. She was sad that she was going to miss seeing Chase, but she was still happy as a clam to be here! She hoped and hoped that they would be able to find room for her.
>> “I like math…And science. I’m good at those. But we don’t get to move around like the big kids. We’re usually in the same room. Except for if you’re better at reading or math. I’m not that good though.”[/color]
Penelope was listening. Honest! She was! The main issue was that she was still shaking in her boots over the revelation that Chase just dropped on her. His daddy, his own father…was a police man! Nooooo! Policemen were SO dangerous! She knew that first hand! How could her very own best friend have a daddy who were like the ones that killed her parents!
The very idea…it was just so scary. Penelope liked Chase, a lot. He was a good friend. But this whole idea that he had a daddy like that was startling. She really didn’t know what to think about it.
But she wouldn’t say anything yet. There was no need for it. For now, she was just going to play it cool and hopefully she could stay friends with Chase without meeting his father. That was really her only, most viable option.
>> “What about you, what’s your favorite subject?”[/color]
“Huh? Oh!” he blinked as she regained her attention onto the small, blond boy. She had to keep her focus otherwise he may be suspicious. She smiled at him again as she walked by his side. “Oh, um, I like art class. Math is scary.” she grinned and beamed at him. “Maybe you could help me with my homework one day?”
Penelope…was…excited! She had been able to talk to Chase’s mom about possibly going to school at the mansion and it seemed like such a good idea! After the incident at her old school, Penelope had been stewing the idea of going to Chase’s school in her head. Though the idea quickly came to her, it was a bit longer before she could actually act on it. She was scared, to say the least. What if even a mutant school didn’t take her? What if they thought that she was far too dangerous? It was entirely possible, right? Look at what Penelope did to people just because they assaulted her with snowballs! Imagine if she were picked on by mutants with powers of their own!
The whole concept was terrifying. But Penelope knew that she shouldn’t get so worked up. She needed to keep her calm and she had to focus and believe that everything was going to work out. Chase’s school dealt with dangerous mutants all the time! Surely she wasn’t the first who ever wanted to get an education.
No, they could handle her. She believed it, she got Lilith to believe it, therefore it would be okay. It had to be.
She sighed though. The day came and she still had her doubts. As much as she didn’t want to have them, they were there. Standing outside the gates to the school with her sister Lilith at her side, Penelope looked at the mansion. So many times she had been to the school before to see Chase, to hang out with friends, and now she was looking at it as a possible home and school. The thought was intimidating but Penelope knew it was her best option.
Taking a deep breath, Penelope looked up to Lilith and smiled, tugging at her jeans. When Lilith looked down (obviously worried if this last shot didn’t work), Penelope gave her a warm grin and patted her leg.
“It’ll be okay,” she said gently. “Just let me do the talking.”
Lilith arched a brow but finally just chuckled and nodded. “Go on, baby girl.”
Penelope nodded as she marched herself over to the guard house and waved at the guard with a smile. “Hi!” she said brightly to the man. Dressed in her overalls, tie-dyed t-shirt, and white beanie, Penelope looked as bright as her smile was. “My sister and I have an appointment with Chase’s mom? To see the school?”
The guard looked down for a second before smiling and looking back up. “Ms. Taylor, correct?”
Penelope nodded eagerly.
“Okay sweetheart,” he said as he buzzed them in through the gate. “Just head up to the doors and she will meet you. I’ll ring her that you and your sister are here.”
“Thanks mister!” Penelope sang as she raced back over to Lilith and grabbed her hand. Pulling her sister along, Penelope pushed her way into the gate and nearly skipped to the mansion doors.
It was not long after her and Lily’s descent into the pleasantries of cookies and milk that she fell asleep on the couch. Though she always feared sleeping because she didn’t want Jezebel to ever take over when she wasn’t conscious, there was little to no alternative tonight. After her eventful day and an evening full of thinking and sweet treats, the young girl was simply ready to crash and sleep for a week if she could.
But even the allure of sleep didn’t stop her mind was wandering on about everything that had happened. As she attempted to snuggle into the couch for sleep, Penelope muttered to herself, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of what to do next. She couldn’t let Lilith think of everything after all, right? She loved her sister but she has done so much. It was about think that Penelope did some thinking for the both of them. But what could she do?
The school said that Penelope couldn’t go back to ANY[/b] school. Even though her parents taught her that school amongst humans could be dangerous, they knew that education was important. Sadly, Lilith didn’t have the time to home school her and tutors cost a lot of money, didn’t they? Lilith most definitely didn’t have a lot of money.
So what was she to do? If she couldn’t go to any school, who else could she learn from? Maybe she could ask Chase. That was at least ONE friend that she knew she ha—
Chase. School. Mutants!
The thought woke her up as she suddenly made the connections. Sitting up right and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Penelope turned and found Lilith sleeping on the couch as well. Quickly, and urgently, she began to shake her awake. It took only a few nudges but eventually Lilith woke up with a start and eyed Penelope sleepily.
“Penelope? What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Chase’s school!” she suddenly replied.
Lilith arched a brow. But Penelope smiled in response as she nodded.
“The school Chase goes to,” she said with a nod. “They can take me in. Lilith, they accept all mutants. I can go to school there!”
Penelope smiled. She helped. She knew that she figured out a way. It was perfect! A school just for mutants! Not only would that solve both Lilith and her problems, but even her parents would be ecstatic about Penelope going to a school just for mutants. It was a win-win sitation. And, not only that, Penelope would be among real friends.
Lilith took her time explaining everything that happened. She needed to be upfront and clear that what Jezebel did was extremely bad. Even though she hadn’t killed anyone, she caused enough damage to both the school and the staff to make them never want the young girl there again. It took a lot of arguing over the phone but eventually Lilith got her point across that none of this was Penelope’s fault and why was she attacked with snowballs and the staff do nothing about it to begin with?
In the end, with shouting from both sides and cries of discrimination, a balance was met. The staff themselves wouldn’t sue Penelope’s family…so long as Penelope was removed from the school system forever. It was harsh. It was unfair. But it was the only option that Lilith could accept that wouldn’t result in long, expensive legal battles, or paying unfair lawsuits.
Begrudgingly, Lilith took the deal. But breaking the news to Penelope was not all that great either. Over hot chocolate, some fresh cookies, and a in a warm room, Lilith explained everything. Penelope took it in stride, understanding that Lilith had no choice…but she was still hurt on the inside. Everyone betrayed her at school. Those people whom she thought were her friends had betrayed her. She could never trust the again because even if they weren’t the ones who threw those snowballs, they didn’t warn her, nor did they try to stop the event from happening.
Penelope was without friends at that school. Good riddance to them. It was a horrible thought, but in the end, it was the right one.
With a sniffle and a sigh, Penelope nibbled on her cookie, trying to wrap her head around not going to school anymore. What was she going to do? Didn’t she need school? She had posed the question to Lilith and only received a soft smile, a kind eye, and a muttered:
“We’ll figure it out.”
The rest of the evening descended into more warm cookies, more milk, and watching some of her favorite cartoons on TV. Despite the horrors of the day, it turned out to be a pretty good evening. At least that was how Penelope had to look at it.
When her eyes opened, Penelope Pepper was surprised to see the familiar ceiling of her bedroom. But probably what was most surprising was how dark it was. The last she remembered it was still the afternoon so shouldn’t that still be the time? Judging by the ceiling, however, it looked like it was late, maybe 8 or 9 o’clock at night. Did she knock out again after Jezebel had her fun? She hated it when that happened because she lost so much time, but most importantly, it made her feel terrible because she feared what Jezebel did.
What Jezebel did…
With a gasp Penelope sat up and immediately felt around her body. She winced at the sensation of the welts and bruises that were underneath her pajamas and instantly she began to remember. The snowballs…the students attacking her…and, worst of all, the shift. Penelope remembered letting go, letting Jezebel take over after she was done with being attacked…but she didn’t remember much else after that. Students screaming, staff members trying to tell her to leave, not realizing who she was. In the end, though, Penelope didn’t know if anyone died during the attack.
She couldn’t have that on her conscious. She just couldn’t. Even if it wasn’t Penelope herself that harmed anyone, she was responsible, wasn’t she? Jezebel was her responsibility!
Sitting up, she quickly attempted to jump out of bed so that she could look for Lilith. She had to make sure she hadn’t done anything bad. She couldn’t live with herself if she did!
But, just as she sat up and began to maneuver herself to climb out of bed, she felt a soft hand gently touch her shoulder. She turned, her eyes teary, and looked into the remorseful eyes of her own sister, Lilith, who was sitting in a comfy chair next to her.
“Oh Lily!” she cried softly and suddenly wrapped her arms around her sister’s shoulders. Sniffling onto her shift, Penelope cried as she hugged her tighter. “What…did I…do?”
“Oh…baby…” Lilith whispered gently and started to stroke her sister’s hair. She needed her to be calm…
You shouldn’t have done that, Mrs. Tickle! You hurt people!!
They deserved it! They almost killed us!
No! That’s never the answer! You’re just going to get me into trouble!
So? What do I care if you’re in trouble. I only need you alive until I can escape.
Escape? Mrs. Tickle, you’re not locked in a room. You and I—
Are trapped together. So deal with it. I don’t protect you out of love, Penelope. I protect you because I still need you. Once I’m free…all bets are off.
Scarcely little of what happened next could be recalled by either Penelope, students, or staff at the middle school. Students were too traumatized, Penelope couldn’t remember anything except for bits and pieces, and the staff could barely find words to describe any, if anything that they saw. But a few things were gathered from the events, piece together by detectives and passerby’s who happened to catch a glimpse here and there:
1) Penelope Peyton Pepper was a mutant who turned into a giant, red Amazon after being pranked by students and assaulted with snowballs.
2) Students began to scream and run and scatter as the red woman shouted out threats and laughed uncontrollably.
3) There were no deaths, but several students were harmed by the throwing of debris, including: 1 trashcan, several broken tree limbs, five broken benches, and several other unidentified items.
4) When staff tried to intervene, two janitorial members and one teacher each received broken limbs when trying to contain the giant red woman, and several others were cursed at and had derogatory comments thrown in their directions.
5) At some point the red woman seemed to weaken and staggered around the snowy area in vain.
6) The red woman’s last action was breaking in several windows and one door of the school as she attempted to climb back inside. It proved to be too late as the red woman finally passed out and was replaced by the young Penelope Peyton Pepper again who was unconscious.
Those were the events as they occurred, witnessed and pieced together by staff, students, and passerbys…
There was a collective gasp of shock amongst all the students who were circled around their target. The pelting of snowballs had slowly decreased. The majority of the students had watched Alma run off in a state of fear, while the others were simply losing interest in the game. After all, what was the point of keeping it up when it seemed as if the main accuser was running off? It was only a prank so long as the mastermind behind it was still there.
Oh well. Some guessed that maybe it was over and started to break away, while others were watching the mound of snow with concern. Penelope hadn’t moved yet. She had been struck so many times with so many snowballs that some of the students were actually beginning to worry that maybe she was actually hurt. With the fun and excitement of the prank passing, many were beginning to be filled with a sense of dread. Oh no, what if Penelope truly was hurt by what happened? Would they get into trouble?
“P-Penny?” one asked timidly.
“Sssh! She’s a mutant!” another reprimanded.
“But what if she’s hurt?”
“So? She shouldn’t come to school here anyways!”
The debate and arguments were beginning but not before one or two noticed at the mound of snow that covered Penelope Pepper began to move. There was the smallest of twitches at first but those gradually grew to be stronger and more visible the more than Penelope moved. Finally with a sudden jerk, Penelope tore herself up from the ground, piles of snow cascading down from her shoulders and hair.
Her eyes narrowed as she eyed the students who were watching her in surprise. There was so much anger behind Penelope’s eyes and yet the most disturbing was that her mouth twisted into such a devious grin that all their bloods ran cold. It was as they contemplated their surprise, that the first student noticed the drops of red all over Penelope’s exposed face. First there were cries of “That’s blood!” “She’s hurt!” “Get the nurse!” But those were quickly followed with screams of terror.
Before them, Penelope was soon covered in the red ooze that seeped out of her pours. A torrent flowed out that quickly wrapped and squeezed around her body, piling on top of itself until Penelope completely disappeared. It only took moments from there for this safe ooze to define itself and solidify into the shape of a muscular, powerful woman with red skin and flowing black hair. Her lips twisted into a despicable sneer, she giggled madly to herself as she eyed the children.
“Well…well…well…”[/b] she whispered as she cracked her knuckles and glared at everyone gathered. “Who wants to play first?” [/b]
Alma was the first to start running. She knew what was coming the second that she heard that voice fall from Penelope’s lips. It was a horrendous sound, one that brought up memories of her own traumatic experience with Penelope only a few weeks ago and still haunted her nightmares now. There was no rhyme or reason as to why she organized an attack on Penelope. Even though it was obvious that the young girl was a mutant, Alma just felt herself boil over with anger when she saw her. She was hoping that the snowballs would have just shut her up.
But it didn’t. Instead, while it was satisfying to see Penelope suffer, it was a plan that obviously backfired. That was why she was running for her life back to the school, leaving her friends and comrades behind. They were not her problem now. Her own issue was making sure that she herself survived.
Cowards were all alike.
Ignoring the cries of terror from her fellow students, Alma dashed into the school, closed the door shut behind her and breathed heavily as she leaned back against it. But what could she do? An adult. She would get an adult and they would know what to do!
Not daring to looking out through the glass, Alma ran for the nearest office she could find. It wasn’t her fault. None of it was her fault! It was the freak’s! It was Penelope’s!!!
They seemed to be coming from everywhere at once. And maybe they were. Snowballs of all sizes and shapes were thrown at her, striking anywhere and everywhere at once. What made it the worst was that each one was so different that Penelope could tell each time she was hit. Some were more hard packed so they struck with a tougher bow, while others were soft and just exploded into a shower of snow the second they hit. Any and everywhere the snowballs hit, causing Penelope to turn away from one, only to be struck by yet another one.
It was hell. Penelope hated this and wanted nothing more than for it to end. But it just didn’t seem like it was going to. As a matter of fact, with every passing second, it felt more and more like these kids were not going to stop. Such thoughts turned into irrational beliefs. Suddenly Penelope actually believed that they wanted her dead. They wanted to kill her for being different!
Her heart rate up, her stress levels rising, Penelope knew that the inevitable was going to happen. Tears running down her cheeks from a mixture of pain, anguish and anger, she finally decided to just let go. She was tired and her body hurt. She could hold the dam up anymore.
Penelope fell to her knees, more snowballs pelting her across her back as she felt her mind black out. But instead of black…all she saw was red…
“HahahahaehehahahahaahehaehahH!!!!!!!”
The voice that fell from her lips, obviously, was not her own. And so familiar was its tone, its malevolence, that Alma paused and shook all over as she dropped the snowball she had just finished forming. Shakily she began to back away…and just in time.
