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.
Penelope actually cried as the snowball struck her across the face. She didn’t have time to raise her guard since Alma had thrown the icy sphere so quickly that Penelope barely saw it coming. But once it struck, the pain was intense. Caught across her left cheek, Penelope winced at the sensation of cold, but also at the feeling of something much harder within that dreaded snowball. It heavy, hard, and it scraped her deeply the second that it struck her skin and dislodged from the snow.
Staggering back a second, Penelope’s eyes teared up as she held her cheek and look down to see the heavy, grayish rock that was inside the snow. What made it worse was that a moment later, little drops of red were starting to stain the pristine snow at her feet. Feeling her cheek, she held her hand out and saw that it was stained with blood. Her eyes snapping back to Alma, she looked at her with a confusion of anger, confusion, and sadness.
“W-What’re you doing? Stop it!” she pleaded, watching as the girls were beginning to gather more snow. What made it worse was that other kids were soon joining her in the endeavor.
“You almost killed me!” Alma yelled, obviously letting her emotions getting the best of her. So loud was her voice that even Penelope had to take a step back. “Because of that stupid movie! Because you never said you were a stupid mutant!!”
Penelope sniffled. Each word that Alma said cut deeply into her. It was obvious now that her words back in class had been nothing more than an act to put on in front of the other teachers. This was a problem between students and Alma didn’t want to involve everyone else. Therefore, that was why Penelope was alone, in the school yard, becoming the target for a collection of students who wanted nothing more than to chase her off with pitchforks and torches.
But they had to listen to reason, right? Penelope watched Alma, and several other kids, gathered up more snow. She held up her hands defensively, hoping to make them calm down.
“Alma, guys, please,” she said through a forced whisper. “You’re going to make HER mad! Don’t! Don’t do i—AHH! EEP!!”
Penelope jumped and winced at the sudden sensation of cold and pain as it struck her across the face, forcing her to drop her apple. It was such a sudden thing that the young girl had no idea what had happened until a couple of seconds had passed. Penelope winced, feeling the pain radiating as she reached up and started to wipe the frosty substance off of her cheek and palmed it in her hand. She looked down and saw that it was a bunch of crumpled up snow. A snowball? Who could have thrown a snowball at her?
She looked up. Most of the kids who were brave enough to face the snow outside were either staying as far away from her as possible, or were too busy wrapped up in their own lives to care. But as she turned she noticed that there was a trio of warmly dressed students who were all staring at her with obvious distaste. And amongst them…
“Alma?” Penelope asked as she started to move onto her two feet. “What’re you do—AHH!”
She jumped as suddenly the two girls at Alma’s left and right hurled another set of snowballs at Penelope. They were obviously aiming to hurt her, not to play a game. Their strikes hit perfectly around her face and sides, trying show that their intent was hostile. Penelope actually ended up dropping her lunch, spilling it out into the snow as she raised her hands to guard her face.
When the barrage seemed to stop, Penelope dropped her hands and glared over at Alma and her friend.
“What’re you doing?!” she cried out.
Alma was silent for a moment. Then she slowly knelt down, scooped up as much snow as she could, little realizing (or caring?) that there was a rock hidden within it, and began to ball it up. Packing it firmer and firmer, she glared at Penelope nastily.
“Freak!!” she shouted. And hurled the snowball with all her might.
Penelope was reaching the end of her rope. After half a whole day of being ignored and stared at, the young girl was nearly ready to snap. What the heck was everyone’s problem? Why was she being treated as if she had done something unforgiveable? Even Alma said “Hi” to her and Jezebel had nearly killed her! Obviously she must have forgiven her for that little misstep, so why was everyone acting like Penelope was diseased or something? It was just weird, wrong, and Penelope was over it.
But she still had the rest of the day to go. She was not going to give in. She wasn’t going to beg her sister to pick her up and take her home. What was the point of it? In the end, she would still have to deal with the weird students the next day that she showed up. No, she would deal and hope that somehow, in some way, she would figure out what was going on.
Carrying thermal lunch bag outside onto the grounds of the school, Penelope pulled her coat a little closer to fend off the chill in the air. But it did little against the icy stare that she was getting from her classmates. She was over thinking that she was not the problem; she knew she was the focus of their ire and fear. But why? What did she ever do to anyone?
Shaking her head, she planted herself at the base of one of her favorite trees, doing her best to ignore the cold air, and opened her lunch bag. Peanut butter and Jelly Sandwich, an apple, apple juice box, and small bag of potato chips; the lunch brought a much needed smile to her face. Lilith always packed a good lunch.
In silence Penelope plucked the apple from her lunch bag and held it to her lips. At least when she was by herself, no one was judging her.
Alma, the young girl whom snuck her and her friends into the movies a month or so back, was standing there, in her expensive (yet trendy) looking clothing. She was there, head tilted, eyeing Penelope closely as if she were inspecting something disagreeable. Penelope felt like an insect held between a pair of tweezers, mentally flailing wildly in order to get herself free from the cold grip and the harsh gaze. But her expression didn’t let on to that. Instead Penelope’s smile slowly faded into an expression of surprise.
“Alma,” Penelope whispered. “L-Long time no see.”
It was true. The last time she saw her was at the movies and that was a day that, well, Alma had proved that she really wasn’t a friend. She forced Penelope to watch that scary movie, actually made her so that she could try to “get over” her fears.
All that ended up happening was that Jezebel came out. Penelope had been so frightened and confined that she couldn’t help it. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t keep the red Amazon from showing herself. The result of that was a destroyed theater, a couple of hurt people, and a traumatized Alma. The last that Penelope heard was that Alma was being seen by doctors. To be honest she was only glad that the young girl was okay and that Jezebel didn’t END[/b] her.
But that didn’t make the situation any less awkward. She was glad Alma was alive, but staring at her now, she could only imagine what she was thinking.
Alma’s lips twisted into a small smile, her eyes still daggers as she glared at Penelope, before that melodious voice of her’s rang out.
“Penny,” she muttered. “Hi.” With that, she turned on her heel and moved to her seat towards the middle of the classroom.
Penelope watched in silence as Alma sat down. The tension still felt so thick in the air, like a cloud of lead sitting on top of everyone’s shoulders. Thankfully, as class began, people started to take their seats and all eyes were placed forward. For once, Penelope was glad that Mr. Arruda demanded full attention in his English class. It made Penelope feel like less of a spectacle.
On top of already being frustrated, her 3rd class of the day seemed to be the most troubling. When she had walked in, she found that all eyes had fallen upon her and nearly everyone was tense and unmoving. Penelope was getting tired of this and starting to get bad, but since no one really did anything to her, what could she do? She couldn’t very well yell and everyone for being stupid and quiet when they hadn’t said anything.
It was just…the staring. Penelope couldn’t stand the staring! It was almost as if they expected her to blow up or something! Like she was some type of living bomb about to go off at the slightest nudge!
But the young girl did her best to keep her composure. There was no need to explode or go crazy in front of everyone. Especially with…you know…
Adjusting her backpack briefly as she walked in, Penelope slid into her usual seat near the back of the class and tried her best to ignore the movements of the students as they attempted to step away from her. It really was becoming quite irritating now but the young girl simply bit her lip and resolved to make it the rest of the day. There was no point in calling Lilith to pick her up because she wasn’t feeling sick. No, she would not be scared off. Whatever was making everyone uneasy would pass…right?
With a sigh, she unzipped her backpack and began to pull out her folder and book for this class…when a movement towards her caught her out of the corner of her eye. So far this day proved to only provide her with people that were stepping away. But whoever this person was…they were moving forward.
A small sense of relief filled her eyes as she lifted her gaze to smile at the person who was breaking away from the conformity of the students around her. But when she locked eyes with the person who was standing there, instantly she felt herself go cold.
Still…weird. Penelope sat in her usual seat in the middle of the classroom but it seemed, just like in her first class, that either there were many students absent or that no one wanted to sit next to her. She knew it wasn’t her because she definitely took a shower this morning, but what was causing all of this? Why were people just acting so weird around her? It didn’t make sense. She turned and eyed the few students who were in attendance and, while many of them were trying to listen to the teacher, a good many of them were constantly looking in her direction.
She was getting tired of this. And just a tad frustrated! Why were people being weird? Why weren’t they talking to her? The teacher, a Mrs. Michelle Moon, attempted to figure out what was going on but none of the students really seemed anxious to say anything. It was to the point where even Ms. Moon was getting frustrated but she could delve too deep into the issue. Instead she had to continue the lesson.
At the end of class, Penelope was asked to stay for a moment longer so that she could speak to the teacher. Penelope, figuring she was in trouble, was in agony over the rest of the class. What happened? Did she do her project wrong? Did she get a failing grade on something? She didn’t know and would have to wait until that bell rang signifying the end of the period.
When the last of the students left, Penelope stood and wandered to the teacher’s desk. “Yes, Mrs. Moon?” she asked timidly.
“Ms. Pepper,” the blonde woman muttered before putting down her dry erase marker and turned to face her. Her glasses reflected the light of the room, even Penelope’s own face. “Do you know what is happening? Why were none of the children sitting next to you?”
Penelope, a little wide-eyed, shrugged and attempted to explain what’s been happening so far. The quietness in the halls, the number of eyes upon her, the tension in the air, she retold all of it to the kindly Social Studies teacher, trying to implore that she really had no idea what was going on.
Mrs. Moon looked thoughtful after the explanation but could only come to the conclusion that Penelope had no idea what was going on. With a sigh, she sent Penelope away. Penelope herself nodded and shuffled off to her next class. What else could go wrong today?
Things only got more strange. In her math class with Mr. Grayson, Penelope always at in the middle of the farthest column of seats on the right hand side. That was one of the best seats because it allowed her to look outside, see the grassy area where she wanted to eat her lunch, and watched the insects flutter by turning the Spring and Summer months. Not only all of that, but it allowed her to sit with her math partner, Jessica! The two of them always managed to work the best together in this class, which could indeed be difficult.
But apparently that would not continue today. As Penelope sat in her seat, she turned and noticed that not only was the chair to her left (which Jessica always sat in) empty, but the seat directly in front of her and behind her was empty! Weird! It seemed that either an odd number of students were absent today, or the majority of them had changed places or moved their seats as far away from her as possible.
Curiously, Penelope cautioned to smell under her arm but there was nothing funky there. She took a bath this morning! And had sprayed on some of her favorite Hello Kitty watermelon body spray! Sure it was not everyone’s favorite smell, but that didn’t normally keep people from sitting next to her. Today it just seemed as if people were being down right hurtful.
“Gregory,” said Mr. Grayson as he pointed at a young boy was standing up against the far wall, his notepad in hand. “Take a seat, now.”
“B-B-But…”
“No buts!” the math teacher said as he adjusted his glasses. “There is a perfectly fine seat there next to Ms. Pepper. Now…sit…”
Begrudgingly, shakily, and teary-eyed, the boy shook the entire path that he walked until he finally slid into the seat behind Penelope. The young girl turned back around from watching him sit and noticed that a number of the other kids in class (all of them?) were watching her closely now. They all looked as tense as statues! Penelope had never seen[/b] such a thing. Cautiously she turned back around to face the teacher as he continued his lesson. What was going on?
Stopping in front of her locker, Penelope turned the dial of her combination, listening as the mechanism inside spun and clicked at the correct gears. It was so quiet! She could actually hear the gears inside of the lock! Weeeeird! But a glance around her only showed that students were either staring at her or were talking in hushed whispers to themselves! It was just so utterly creepy that Penelope didn’t know what to do! Would confronting them work? That could make matters worse. Maybe just play along? Hard when she seemed to be the subject of the oddness.
Sigh. It was tough being 11 years old.
Choosing her best option of ignoring it, Penelope hummed to herself as she opened her locker and began to take out the small number of books that she would need. Sometimes she hated being the youngest person in the 6th grade. Never knowing what’s right, when to talk, anything like that! But, she took a calming breath and just decided to move on.
Click! she heard the locker nearby open and she turned spying a familiar face. There was a young girl there, Tina Matinez, a young girl that just happened to be one of her best friends at this school. She smiled at the light haired brunette as they turned and began to pull books into their bags.
“Hi Tina! Nice day, huh?” Penelope asked in as friendly a manner as she always speaks.
Tina eyed her, raised her eyebrows in an agreeing expression, but quickly turned and trotted down the hall. Penelope tilted her head curiously. What was all that about? Why did Tina ignore her like that? Usually she was so nice and bubbly.
Confused, Penelope walked on to her 1st period class…Math. She hoped as the day went on that things would stop being so strange…
It was the first step that was the most telling. It was as if everyone was waiting with bated breath, unsure of what Penelope was going to do. But when they saw that it would be a step towards them, a majority of the students began to back away, cease all talking, or just watch her with wide, panicked eyes as if they expected her to lash out at them. Penelope had no idea what this was about but it was hard to imagine that she was not the cause of their discomfort.
But why? What had she done? Nothing as far as she could tell. So, she took another step and, sure enough, everyone backed away again, others choosing to quickly bolt down the hall towards their own classrooms. Penelope didn’t know what was going on but this was just turning out to be weird now.
“Um…kay,” she mumbled to herself as she readjusted her backpack and walked further down the hall.
Penelope, for the most part, though she loved attention, didn’t like being stared at like this. Normally she had a very low filter for things like this. She loved to dance in public, sing off key, and wildly flail around in order to act goofy. But, for whatever reason, people were now staring at her for completely the wrong reasons. They were…glaring at her, eyeing her as if they expected her to blow up or suddenly start screaming obscenities! It was unnerving. And she definitely didn’t like it.
Shaking her head, she gulped a little harder than she should have but continued on. She didn’t know why people were acting like this or staring at her but her parents had taught her that humans were a strange lot.
Okay so maybe there was something weird going on. Penelope had just finished convincing herself that it was nothing more than her imagination but as she walked into the school, happy as all be and ready to begin her magnificent day of learning, her enthusiasm seemed to have ground to a halt again. She actually skid to a stop when she entered the front doors because, in front of her, was the absolute strangest sight that she had ever seen.
Students. There were students everywhere! But that wasn’t the odd part. The odd part was the fact that each and every single one of them were dead silent and staring at her. Many seemed to be giving her accusing glances, while the rest looked like frightened rabbits too scared to make a single move. It really was like everyone was spooked and it was such a chilling sight that even Penelope herself was too scared to make a move. What was going on? Was this some sort of a prank that she was never told about? It wouldn’t be the first time.
But, standing there, watching as every gaze was turned in her direction, Penelope couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with her. Were her clothes bad? Sure she got comments now and then mocking her choices but they were never things that she paid attention to. So, if that were the case, why was everyone staring at her now?
Trying to shake the thought away, and hoping it was nothing more than some sort of ill-timed paranoia, Penelope slowly stepped towards the hall to make her way to her first class.
Today was odd. Penelope had woken up in a good mood, ate all her breakfast that Lilith had made, Skyped with Chase for a little bit in the morning, and loved the chilliness in the air as soon as she left the door. It felt like today was going to be a good day, it really did! But…a problem arose. The colorful young girl, dressed in her rainbow dyed blue jeans, a crisp white top, and her favorite rainbow colored beanie, reached the steps of her middle when she immediately came to a halt.
There was an oppressive silence that hung in the air, thick enough that it was noticeable. Normally it was so loud and bustling with movement that Penelope had to run in and join everyone. But that didn’t seem to be the case this time. Instead it looked more as if people were in hiding.
Strange.
Shrugging her shoulders and not thinking to let the oddness of the situation get to her, Penelope climbed the steps to the front door and immediately entered her school. After all, it was probably just her imagination. Maybe she was a bit later in getting to school than she had originally had thought? Sometimes that happens. She gets sidetracked when looking at pretty flowers, or chasing animals, or just talking with a kind stranger. It was more than believable that she just showed up late.
Yeah, she was sure that was it. Nothing really weird going on except just for her imagination acting up on her. Silly imagination.
With her beaming smile, Penelope stepped in through the front doors and made ready to start her day.
Allison Arruda I heard it was Penelope! She is secretly a mutant and lost control of her powers! Kayla Edison I believe it! I always thought that she was weird! Erich Luna Yeah. Always wearing rainbows. She has to be a mutant! 10 people like this.
Cooper Wegener@thecoopman Chess team! Steer clear of Penelope Pepper! She’s a mutant with killer death ray eyes!
Stacy! Don’t come to school 2day!
Pam Samson *sigh* Parents said I could stay home today. I love them. 2 people and Martin Dawg like this.
Barry Jarrod@thegarageking Big day. Stay calm, guys. Just stay out of her way.
Tux Shine: Maybe my mom will let me stay home sick… Geroge: Oh no. I hope she will be okay. Penny and her have 3rd period English together. Niles / Harold: Traumatized but alive. She is coming back to school tomorrow! Isabella: *griiins* Eel: Daaaaaaamn… Callee: Woooow. Is Alma okay? Niles / Harold: But Alma said herself that it was Penny! She said that they went to movies and out of no where, for no reason, Penelope got all mad and turned…into something! Then she attacked alma! George: Penny? Nu-uh! She isn’t a mutant. Callee: No way! Tina: D: Niles / Harold: Yeah, but, you remember Alma, right? They say Penny is the mutant who attacked Alma! Tux Shine: Penny is cool. She laughs all the time. Callee: *purrs and twines between people’s legs to trip them up with love* Tina: *rolls around!* George: Pen Pepper? What about her? Niles / Harold: Guys, guys! Did you hear about Penny? Eel: *splashes around*
Sarah Gallardo No way! I can’t believe that Alma was almost killed! Max “The Happenstance” Goldberg lol its tru! Im not surprised. Sarah Gallardo But what happened? Max “The Happenstance” Goldberg She pissed 0ff some mutie. Why else? Sarah Gallardo But she’s not that stupid! Sarah Gallardo Sure I want to punch her sometimes but she’s really not that stupid. Max “The Happenstance” Goldberg *shrugs* I dunno. All I knowz is that is wat G-eorgee saids. He saidz that she was at the movies when it happened, got traumatizdizzled, and is commin’ to skool 2mrrow. Sarah Gallardo Wow. That’s crazy. Max “The Happenstance” Goldberg Not the craziest part. Sarah Gallardo Oh? Max “The Happenstance” Goldberg Yup! Nevr guess who G-eorgee thinks the mutie was… […] Andrew Graylikes this.
