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.
Lizzy was slightly surprised that Teddy didn’t take many solos. If she was being talked up, so was he. The boy wasn’t a terrible singer by any means. So maybe he couldn’t reach some notes in a Bruno Mars song, but he was definitely good enough for church solos.
“Well, I for one think that you are definitely good enough for solos, so I think that if and when you find a church that fits you, you should try out for more solos.” She spoke with a tone that seemed very settled. If she was going to sing at club or even think about it, there was no way that he shouldn’t try out for a solo.
“And maybe in a few years you could come join us folks down in the subway every once in a while,” she suggested. “It’s quite nice down there and it’s pretty good practice. Plus a little money on the side doesn’t hurt.” It was a way to definitely hone one’s craft with a little feedback as well. It might not be the best feedback, but there were always a few who would just come by and listen for a little bit.
Besides, if Teddy did end up playing in the subway occasionally, Lizzy might run into him and then she could have a little pride in knowing that she suggested it to him all those years back. Then it ran through her mind that she might not recognize him in a few years or even remember him. That thought made her a little sad even though this was such a random meeting to begin with.
Closure? Purging? Was that what it was called? And did she really have that? Maybe that was what she was looking for all along though. Two years down the road and she still hadn’t accepted it. Nevertheless, this was painful and Melody was always going to have a bit of pain to carry with her for probably the rest of her life. Maybe if somehow things started to look up in the world, things would change. She didn’t see a cheerful future ahead of her though.
With the tears dried up, she looked at the girl who still had some tears in her eyes. Melody didn’t understand why this archer, a stranger, would be so nice to Melody. It’s not like she did anything to deserve it. “Why?” she asked, “Why did you console me when you don’t even know me?”
She didn’t understand why or how she was still alive. And why was the stranger still here. With Melody incapacitated for a little bit, it would have been an easy getaway without being forced to get any blood on her hands. Melody looked at the woman with a puzzled look as she awaited a response.
What happened next, Melody didn’t expect. There she was a wreck crying her eyes out as she remembered, well, everything she once loved. The stranger came over and began to comfort her. Melody was not used to hugs or any kind of social interaction. It had been so long since someone tried to comfort her, but right now, she needed it. Her life was falling apart more than she thought possible.
The brunette began to tell her everything was going to be okay, but Melody couldn’t see how. “How can you say that?” Lizzy asked through her tears. “Everyone I know and love is… gone.” Her voice broke on the last word, which made Melody begin to cry even harder.
The brunette began to cry as well, but she still kept saying comforting words. Although she didn’t know her, Melody appreciated it. So rarely did Melody show emotion anymore. This was one of those rare times when she let everything out, and it hurt. But even though it hurt, it was helping Melody. For so long she had kept everything inside, and letting everything out was for the best.
It took a bit – it felt like hours to Melody – before she stopped crying. Her tears just kind of dried up, and she didn’t feel the need to cry anymore. Everything that had been piling up inside her these past couple of years had finally been released. She was still unsure how she felt, but she knew it was better. There was a need to mourn over her parents, her friends, everything, and the weight felt lighter now that Melody accepted the fact that they’re gone and they’re not coming back.
With her red eyes, Melody looked at the girl who had just comforted her, a stranger. “I’m… sorry you had to see me go through… that. Thank you though.” Not many people would have comforted Melody if they had spied her breakdown. Most people would shoot on spot and then rummage her corpse in search for whatever goodies lie in her pockets. Through the stranger’s kindness, Melody could tell that this archer was different.
The stranger put away her bow and arrow just as she promised. This made Melody relax a little to see that she kept to her word… so far. Melody didn’t expect that she would ever be completely relaxed, but that was her persona nowadays. It still felt slightly odd to not be clutching her knife, but that was because she half expected another crazed lunatic to come barging in again.
>>“Did you live in this area before the explosion?”
It was a simple question, but it flooded memories into Melody’s brain. Family dinner. Playing the guitar in the subway. Running around in the park. The last hug she gave her mom. The explosion. Returning to her old apartment. Sobbing over the loss of her parents. Everything came back to her just in that little question. Melody stared in the stranger’s general direction, but her mind was far away from the current situation. She croaked, “Yes.” It was all she could say at the present time.
More and more, Lizzy kept reappearing in her head. Melody didn’t want that part of her back though, but every time she stuffed Lizzy back, the memories would flood out harder the next time. Now, the memories gushed out. The emotions overtook Melody as she fell to her knees under the weight of everything her mind was going through. The emotional weight transferred to physical weight, and it just became too much for Melody.
Tears began to flood from her eyes as she knelt there and continued to think about her life as Lizzy and her life before the explosion. They were uncontrollable, and Melody couldn’t get a hold of her mind. Everything just hurt too much.
She then remembered the stranger watching her. By this point, it might have been mercy if she just shot her with an arrow. Happy memories felt like thousands of knives. Melody was an uncontrollable, emotional wreck, and she knew it.
Lizzy saw that he was indeed chasing her. She leaned against the tree to catch her breath and once again lost herself in a fit of giggles. The stranger caught up to her and stood next to her. He asked why she decided to mimic him. Lizzy looked up at him and she felt her cheeks going red. She quickly looked away from his face and stared at her feet. It was much safer not staring at this attractive man straight in the face when she was about to confess why she picked him.
Running her hand nervously through her hair and biting her lip, Lizzy confessed to him, “Please don’t hate me for this. I… I was bored and I couldn’t concentrate on my lyrics and then I saw you and I… I thought you were rather cute, so I thought that it might be a little fun to decide to mimic you and oh gosh I don’t know what the heck was running through my head.” She realized she was beginning to ramble so she abruptly ended her explanation.
Lizzy winced and dared to take a peek at his face. She wasn’t sure how he would react to her confession. However, she might have just ruined her chances because she felt extremely awkward having no prior boy experience. It went through her mind that maybe introducing herself might be a better way to start off this social interaction. Lizzy stuck a hand out and said, “I’m Elizabeth by the way, but most people call me Lizzy.” She prayed and hoped that he didn’t hate her for everything she put him through.
The boy was scared she’d tell on him. Lizzy was taken slightly aback by his accusation, but could see why he would say so. She wasn’t exactly a happy camper by the time he left, and he could still hold it against her. Besides, if she faced the honest truth, she used her powers before him anyway. And she used them in a rather crowded, public area – not the smartest thing. If anyone should be in any sort of trouble, it should be Lizzy not the boy. “I won’t tell her. I used my powers too, so I don’t think it’d be fair if I told your mama,” she whispered to the boy.
He continued to search for his mom, but still couldn’t find her. Lizzy looked around in the crowd to see if there was a lone woman who looked like she was searching for someone as well, but she couldn’t see anyone through the crowd that seemed to grow larger by the minute.
The boy looked extremely sad and worried when he looked back up at Lizzy after his searching was in vain as well. She asked him, “Now, think real hard. Do you remember what your mama was wearing today?” If she had some idea of what his mom looked like, it might help find her.
By this point, her anger had subsided against the boy because some instinct took hold of her. She wanted to help the boy find his mom because Lizzy knew that if the roles were reversed, she would want someone to do the same.
Lizzy wasn’t sure if he knew it was or if he truly thought someone else was this “ventriloquist”. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that he shifted against the tree to an angle where he was staring at her. Lizzy felt a little awkward because she wasn’t the best at talking to guys, and this cute stranger intimidated her a little bit. Also, she was still afraid of giving away her secret so easily.
Instead of looking up at the stranger, she set her journal back in her backpack and stared at the surrounding park. From what she gathered from his statement, he found it funny about a complete stranger impersonating his voice. Still playing along with her charade, she told him, “From what I heard, this stranger must be one hell of an impersonator because I thought there was only one person yelling out in the park.”
The attractive stranger apologized for disturbing Lizzy, which she thought was really sweet. He began to walk away from, which prompted Lizzy to silently grab hold of her backpack in preparation for her next move. When he was a little bit away, she yelled to him in his voice, “Don’t worry! You didn’t disturb me!”
Lizzy ran away from the tree and the stranger. She knew that the stranger was aware of who the mimicker was by this point. There was no way he missed that, nor could he miss her running away from him as her blonde, wavy hair bounced in the air behind her. She stopped a little bit away from her starting point and looked back to see if he was chasing her.
So the stranger didn’t have to hunt. Well bully for her. Hearing about having enough food for her… family irritated Melody. She wished that her life was all roses for herself, and she didn’t have to hunt. It wasn’t. Melody clutched at her stomach at the thought of real food. She couldn’t imagine what it tasted like. It was hard enough to imagine anything besides rodents and bugs.
Thinking about her thin memories of real food also brought her back to her old life. She remembered eating turkey, potatoes, and apple pie on Thanksgiving with her… family. It hurt to remember them. She was no longer the same girl anymore. Melody had to shake the thoughts away before they incapacitated her.
>>”What I said before still stands: You put the knives away and I’ll do the same with my bow.”
The archer’s statement forced Melody back to reality. Lizzy was a part of the past. Right now, Melody’s goal was survival. She looked down at her bloody kitchen knife and then back at the bow. Could she trust her? The brunette hadn’t shot her yet. Even though she knew Melody was a mutant, she didn’t shoot.
There weren’t a lot of options once again either. The easiest one would be to do what the archer said and put away the knife. There was the slightest hesitation, but Melody placed the kitchen knife on the ground beside her and put the pocketknife in her pocket. She didn’t want to place the kitchen knife in her sweatshirt backpack because it might poke her, and it wouldn’t really fit anywhere else.
“That work for ya?” Melody hoped the stranger wouldn’t mind the knife on the ground. She could deal with it right there, and there wasn’t really anywhere else to put it. After motioning to the archer to return the motion and put down her weapon, Melody continued to stare at the arrow that gazed upon her.
Melody briefly forgot about the brunette until she mentioned that spreading out the blood would help attract more animals. Although she should have been concentrating on the woman with the arrow pointed at her, the promise of food because of the freshly spilt blood overtook Melody as her mouth began to water at the thought of a nice rat or two.
She didn’t sense any misleading intent in the woman’s advice, so Melody decided to follow the advice. With her newly acquired kitchen knife, she cut out the blood-soaked shirt of the corpse in an attempt to spread the blood. She dragged the shirt over to various rocks nearby, leaving a trail of blood in its path.
When she was satisfied with the blood trail around the area, she looked at her work with hungry eyes. If this didn’t attract any source of food, she didn’t know what would. Until the rats had enough time to sniff out the blood source, Melody needed to get her mind off of this possibility of food. She then remembered the brunette, and quickly set her gaze on her only to see an arrow staring back.
“I suppose you hunt,” Melody called to her. “How else would you know about the blood?” Her grip tightened on the kitchen knife in her right hand. There was nothing to keep the two females from attacking each other anymore, and now that the stranger saw Melody for what she really was, she didn’t trust the brunette’s words more than she had to. Finding out about mutant powers was a dangerous thing. She figured if she attempted to converse with the archer, then maybe an arrow wouldn’t pierce her heart. Whatever the case, Melody did not want to relinquish her grip on her kitchen knife.
As Lizzy scribbled in her journal, the stranger walked past her. She did everything in her power not to look up at him. If she stared at him, she would end up giggling again and everything would be blown. She had to keep a cool demeanor. He didn’t linger walking past her too long, but she could feel the blush rushing to her face because she had a feeling he was looking at her for a little bit at least.
The cute boy walked past her, and Lizzy was pretty sure he was leaning against the same tree still so she continued to write away in her journal. She began to write, Dear journal, I cannot think of a single lyric, but I feel like I should be productive. So I will write my current thoughts here for now. It was at least something to keep up this writing façade.
The man spoke, and although it wasn’t directed at her, he spoke loud enough for Lizzy to hear though. She didn’t want to give anything away though, so she played along with his questioning. In her own voice, she casually said, “Is that what I’ve been hearing? I’ve been hearing some guy, I guess you, having a conversation with himself, but a ventriloquist might make more sense. Is it a friend of yours tricking you?”
As she responded to his spoken thought, she continued to write in her journal. Something told her if she made eye contact, he would know, and then her trick would be up. Either that, or her laugh would give herself away.
The woman sent an arrow flying toward the man, but instead of hitting his chest, it hit his left knee. This was not going to be an easy battle. Melody cursed under breath. It didn’t even cross her mind that the wild man could be a mutant – and that’s including the fact that she was one herself!
>> “Looks like we’ll be here for a while.”
Arrows were out of the question for killing the man, and Melody certainly couldn’t run up to him and stab him while his kitchen knife loomed over them. And who knew the extent of his mutations. Obviously he could either create some sort of force field to protect himself or could redirect airborne objects.
An idea struck Melody. She didn’t want to be forced to this, but she didn’t see any way out. She was a sitting duck there otherwise. Arrows wouldn’t pierce him, but her high-pitched scream would work.
“Plug your ears. You won’t want to hear this,” Melody muttered to the brunette woman. She didn’t check to see if the woman did what Melody warned her to do, but took a deep breath and focused on the ding of two glasses hitting each other. It was easy for her to imagine the noise because she thought about it so frequently. Melody plugged her ears and as the man began to rush the two women, she screamed.
She screamed her high pitch so loud that the man dropped his kitchen knife and fell on the floor clutching his head. The sound wouldn’t stop and it pained him. He began to writhe in pain as Melody casually walked up to him, kicked the kitchen knife away, and stared at the hairy man. She had no love, no kindness for the man; only hatred was left for him now.
Melody stopped her scream. The man was still clutching his ears trying to make the ringing go away. The pain he just felt was terrible and the remnants of it still went through his body. She simply pulled out her knife, clutched the hair on his head and in a smooth, simple movement, slit his throat.
Blood gushed everywhere, but Melody didn’t care. He was dead, and couldn’t kill her. Also, the blood would be a nice attraction for any rodents in the area. And where there are rodents, there is food. “Good riddance,” Melody said at she spat at the corpse.
She then proceeded to picking up the kitchen knife that lay wasted beside the body. “This will be much easier to hunt rats with.” It needed a little cleaning, but it was much sharper than the pocketknife she carried around.
The strange woman pointing the bow and arrow warned she wouldn’t lower it until Melody put away hers. There was no way to have a guarantee that she wouldn’t be hurt. Blind faith was all she could go on. It wasn’t something she could give, but it was all Melody could do for the moment.
Reluctantly, Melody closed the blade on her pocketknife and stashed it away in her pocket. It was close enough where she could pull it out if she really needed it, but it was still further than Melody would have liked it to be. Besides, if she really needed to, she could send pain coursing through her body with her scream. The arrow might pierce her heart before that, but it was better than nothing.
Her gaze never left the strange woman as she put away her weapon. She forced herself to be ready just in case there was a hint of betrayal. “Mine’s away. You do the same,” Melody called to the brunette. However, there was no time for her to act upon Melody’s words. A noise appeared behind Melody and it was second nature for her to spring up, slightly crouched, pulling her pocketknife out while facing the noise.
Behind the rubble appeared a savage man. He had a long black mane and a thick beard – most likely hadn’t cut his hair since New York went up in ruins. All he wore was remnants of a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, but what frightened Melody the most was the long, sharp knife he carried in his right hand. It looked like an old kitchen knife. The man stared straight at Melody while he slowly approached. He had turn into the worse of them all: a cannibal. He must have been starving, but Melody wasn’t going to let her body become someone’s dinner.
Melody slowly backed away toward the strange woman. There was that intuition that she wouldn’t want to be eaten either, and if the two of them worked together, there was a better chance of survival against a large man. “I don’t like this, but let’s work together to get out of this mess,” she hissed at the woman. “Can you shoot him with one of your arrows?” Melody’s pocketknife wouldn’t do any good against a kitchen knife and she wouldn’t be able to take him on in close combat. The arrow was their best option because she didn’t want to use her high-pitched scream unless she really needed to.
Hi Liz! So I love the work you've done so far and would love to see it with the other resident Elizabeth.
Character name: Elizabeth Calver (you can put Lizzy Calver if you think it'll look better) Played by: the lovely Taylor Swift Sig/Avi: I really want an Avi, and I'm not sure if I want a new sig since I've been having fun creating my own, but if you have time, a sig would be nice! Desired text: just her name unless you find some awesome quote. Additional info: she's an avid guitar player so if that's possible, I'd love for it to be incorporated!
Lizzy peered around the tree just in time to see a nut fall from the tree and hit the attractive stranger right on his forehead. This did not help her giggle fit at all. She hid once again behind the tree and doubled over in laughter. From her safe spot, she called out to him again in his voice, “That looked like it hurt.”
Once again to evade him, Lizzy moved to another nearby tree. She only stayed there briefly as she taunted him in his own voice saying, “Catch me if you can!” She was having too much fun toying with his head and flitting through the trees. It had been a while since she had this much fun.
However, she wanted to give him a sporting chance. After a little while longer of running through the trees in search of new hiding spots, Lizzy pulled out her journal from her backpack. Her thought was that if she just casually sat against a tree writing and he just so happened to find her there, the cute stranger would never connect the two. When would it occur to you that a female can mimic your voice? If he happened to make the connection, well he was smarter than Lizzy gave him credit for, but if he didn’t, it would be perfect to toy around with him a little longer.
Lizzy found a new tree to lean against that was a little bit away from the last place she mimicked his voice. Sitting against the tree she began to scribble down more lyrics. Her mind wasn’t completely focused on her writing though; she was curious on where the stranger was and how confused he must be at the present time.
