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.
The arrow that stood at Melody’s feet was a warning – a very strong warning. It sent chills through her. That arrow could have done it. That arrow could have ended her life. Melody just stared at the brunette woman and internally thought about what death would mean to her. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing. It would mean no fighting to find rats or any scraps of food; no worrying about who’s watching every move you make; no, well, anything. Even as Melody thought about how nice death might be, something in her screamed at her to not give up.
The strange woman warned Melody that she wouldn’t miss if she made any “hostile movement”. She wasn’t sure if the stranger was telling the truth or not though. Clutching the pocketknife in her fist, Melody called out, “How do I know you speak truth?” Ever since she left the life of Lizzy behind, Melody had difficulty trusting people. It became easier to just put up a wall. If no one came in, she wouldn’t be hurt.
Her eyes darted to her surroundings. There was a possibility to run out of the situation if she ran behind herself, but with the stranger having a bow and arrow, there wasn’t a guarantee that she would be unscathed. No, the best thing for Melody to do right now was stay exactly as she was: crouched on the ground clutching her pocketknife just in case the stranger goes against her word.
The shell of Lizzy now known as Melody was out looking for food. It seemed that was all she did nowadays. The effort to leave her safe spot took so much. Melody felt like there were always eyes on the back of her neck. The area she traversed at the moment was full of rubble. It was like death walked through this area of New York, but that’s how almost every part she had been in felt right.
Sadly, there was not much wildlife in this area, but Melody was always on the lookout for rats and bugs. She never knew when she would find a food source. Out of the corner of her eye, Melody saw a slight movement on the ground – she assumed it was a rat. Following the motion she spied the four-legged creature as it scurried underneath a large pile of rubble. Under there, Melody had no chance of retrieving the rat even if she used her high-pitched scream.
This angered Melody, and it bubbled up inside her. Her fists balled up and she struck the ruined wall next to her. This created a chain reaction and some rubble from above began to fall. She had to jump out of the way to miss the rubble. Well there goes that food, she thought as she sat there looking at the concrete that almost crushed her.
Melody couldn’t sit there forever though. Daylight was burning and her stomach was growling. It was a typical feeling with the scarcity of food, but it was a need that Melody needed to fulfill. As she walked down the cluttered road, she heard someone speak. The presence of someone sent fear and slight panic into Melody’s head. Very rarely she encountered people, so out of precaution, Melody clutched her pocketknife tighter in her hand. Sometimes it was kill or be killed, and Melody did not want to be killed.
She peered around the corner to see the stranger. She was a female, and looked like a slightly petite at that. The woman had a bow and arrow; Melody made note of this just in case it would come to a fight. What struck her most was that the woman didn’t look like she was hunting. And she looked… sad as she stared down the road.
That was when Melody lost her balance. She was leaning on the rubble too much and it gave. She fell and the pocketknife in her hand flew through the air and landed in plain sight of the strange female. Melody knew her position was given away, but she needed that pocketknife. With a scared, feral look in her eyes, she darted to her pocketknife hoping and praying that an arrow would not pierce her heart. Melody grabbed the pocketknife and glanced at the woman who must have seen the wild, pitiful look in Melody’s eyes.
Rebecca obliged Lizzy with her number so they could keep in touch. The two girls gave each other a quick hug and a promise to call later. “Bye, Rebecca! We’ll have to do this again soon."
Lizzy watched as Rebecca left the Java the Hut, leaving Lizzy and her guitar behind. There was just a little bit of her latte left, so Lizzy finished her coffee before heading out of the store on her way home.
When Lizzy got on the subway today, she didn’t expect to make a friend, much less a mutant friend. But at the end of the day, Lizzy was much happier than she had been in a long time.
As the dashing stranger walked past the tree Lizzy hid behind, he spoke for the first time. She took a deep breath and concentrated on his voice. Popping her head out ever so slightly from behind the tree, she repeated his words in his own voice, “I wish every day could be these nice.”
Lizzy quickly hid again behind the safety of her tree, but she began to giggle. The giggling would not cease either. This was not a typical thing for Lizzy to do, but she was so bored and this stranger was devilishly handsome. It seemed like a way to spice up her life.
She regained a little bit of composure and realized that she should probably move. Most likely he would investigate who mimicked him and head over in her direction. It wasn’t exactly a common thing to happen to oneself, so who wouldn’t check out the source of the noise?
Lizzy moved slightly to one side of her hiding spot and darted for the next tree. Hopefully he wouldn’t catch running away from him. To goad him on more, she spoke yet again in his voice, “Lovely day today, isn’t it?” Just in case he moved toward her new hiding spot, Lizzy moved to another tree.
Here, she was hit by another case of giggles. She just found it extremely funny that she was doing this to him. For a moment, Lizzy felt sorry for the cute guy, but then that moment passed.
It was just another day in Central Park. It had been a pretty good day today too. Lizzy made a decent chunk of change for only playing an hour and a half this morning. She dropped her guitar off back at her house, picked up her journal and backpack, and took the subway down to Central Park. Here, Lizzy found a tree with a large trunk to sit against and write. Her writing was an attempt at song lyrics. She wasn’t too good at it, which is why she needed the practice, but with her musical gifts, Lizzy thought that some material should be her own.
It only took about ten minutes before Lizzy became frustrated with herself. The words she wrote just didn’t make any sense. There was a reason she preferred singing already famous songs. Instead of continuing to write, Lizzy began to people watch.
The area wasn’t that crowded, but from time to time joggers and walkers passed Lizzy on the path beside her. One person in particular stood out to her as she stared far down the path. A man with dark hair was walking his dog – looked like a golden retriever to Lizzy. The man and his dog came across a blonde woman sitting on a bench. He casually leaned against the bench, obviously flirting with the woman, when his dog spied a squirrel and runs to chase after it. The leash tripped the man, and he chased the golden retriever as the woman got up from the bench and left him alone. Lizzy giggled at the man’s futile flirting and how quickly the woman left him. Apparently, she wasn’t interested in the man at all. Either that or she wasn’t a fan of dogs.
She continued to watch down the path when Lizzy spied another man. He looked to be in his twenties from what she could tell in the distance, but what she really noticed was that he looked pretty attractive. Thinking quick on her feet, Lizzy decided she wanted to mess around with the cute stranger. What she had in mind caused her to gather up her things and hide behind the tree before the guy could see her.
Lizzy snapped out of her daze when Rebecca responded to her. It comforted her to know that Rebecca was open to sharing about her own discovery. Apparently she wasn’t the only person who found out in front of others. And even though Lizzy had her parents with her in New York, she could relate to Rebecca about missing people from back home. “I still miss some of my friends from Giddings. It’s a little different than your situation though,” Lizzy shared.
She felt comfortable enough that she didn’t mind sharing a little of what happened a few years ago. As she spoke, Lizzy didn’t stare at Rebecca, but at her drink instead. “They didn’t want anything to do with me after the entire school found out about my… well what I am.” Lizzy didn’t want to go into it any deeper than that. Rebecca was nice enough to listen as Lizzy shared about her old life.
Alas, the time had caught up to them, and Rebecca needed to get going to work. “Time sure does fly fast. I probably should get going home anyway, but before we part our separate ways, I want to give you my number.” Lizzy dug around in her jacket’s pockets and found a pen. She took one of her coffee napkins and wrote her number on it, and handed it to Rebecca. “This way we can hang out later, and I can see this mysterious mansion eventually.” Lizzy smiled. Maybe this would be the year things would get better. Maybe this was the year Lizzy was going to have friends. It certainly seemed that way so far.
Lizzy ran her hand through her hair, slightly embarrassed. She didn’t know what to say in return to Teddy. He gave her more praise than she thought she was worthy of. “Well I’m glad there’s at least one person who would listen to me,” she said, laughing it off a little. It comforted her to know that, even though he wasn’t old enough at the moment, at least one person would watch her if she ever did decide to play on an actual stage.
She turned the idea over more in her head. Maybe it would be fun to do that instead of playing in the subway. The different arena would allow her to get more feedback on her playing as well as maybe make a little more money than the subway. Plus, just imagine playing on an actual stage. People at the club or restaurant or wherever would be there to listen to her. They wouldn’t be there because they were on their way to work, but would have time to sit down and listen.
The idea sounded better and better the longer she pondered this possibility, but there was still that unknown factor that scared her a little. “Maybe I will give myself a chance one day. Thanks for the idea.”
“Now enough about me,” Lizzy began as she leaned back in the grass. “What about you? You said you play at church. So I’m a little curious. Do you sing solos and such or are you more of a choir guy?” She wanted to redirect the conversation because she felt like they had been talking so much about her these past few minutes. Besides, she wanted to know more about Teddy. Lizzy was curious about this somewhat stranger whose name reminded her of a teddy bear.
Hey y'all! So as a heads up I will be going out of town on a church retreat this weekend, so I won't be posting starting tomorrow. I am going to try to respond tonight, but who knows how long packing will take... So I shall return Monday!
As Lizzy listened to Rebecca talk about the Mansion, she smiled at the sound of it. It just sounded like an awesome place to be. “This place sounds almost too good to be true,” Lizzy said as she chuckled a little. “I will definitely have to come visit you sometime! I’d love to see this place with my own eyes. And maybe ogle at some dashing mutant men while I’m there.” She couldn’t help but smile at the last part. It would be great to get to see Rebecca again. It’s odd how little time it can take to become friends with someone.
“So you’re still a little new to this. I found out about three years ago.” Lizzy remembered the school incident like it was yesterday. It still bummed her out to think about it. “It was the whole reason my family and I moved to New York.” That was the simplest wording Lizzy could put it into.
Time had passed and Lizzy loved New York, but thinking about Giddings was still a little fresh. Thinking about the incident that caused everything to happen sent Lizzy staring at her latte mindlessly. She didn’t even realize what she was doing because her mind was focused on Giddings and her old high school again.
The boy introduced himself as Teddy. She couldn’t help but respond, “Aw. Kind of like a teddy bear?” She smiled at herself in slight disbelief that she just said that. It just kind of popped out of her mouth without a filter. Her mind just naturally went to teddy bear. Lizzy hoped it wasn’t too odd of a statement, but she liked the name.
Teddy mentioned about Lizzy possibly playing in clubs. Lizzy winced at the idea. She didn’t think she was good enough for clubs. “I’ve never really thought about it before,” she replied as she nervously played with the grass, “I don’t know if I’d be good there anyway. I feel like the subway is a nice venue for me personally.”
Maybe one day she would graduate from the subway to clubs, but the subway was her comfort zone right now. Lizzy had a hard time imagining her playing on an actual stage anyway. Playing the guitar was more of a hobby that she just happened to make money off of as well. Besides, Lizzy never thought that she was stage worthy. Singing in her own voice, Lizzy never thought she was as good as everyone said she was. There’s a phrase that says you’re your own worst critic, and she definitely knew the meaning of that.
The boy snapped back at Lizzy, but she was not expecting what came out of his mouth. The light strumming she was playing stopped when she heard her own voice out of his mouth. The mimicker was mimicked and it left Lizzy dumbfounded. Her thoughts raced as she tried to grasp onto what she just experienced. Apparently she just met a fellow mutant. She never expected to find one so young… or another mimicker.
Although she didn’t scare him off as she planned, the boy hopped off the bench he was sitting on. Lizzy assumed that his train would be here soon – it was a subway after all. She began to play Wilson again, but her eyes never left the mutant boy. It had become a little more crowded with the subway fast approaching, but another mimicker intrigued her.
She saw he began to look for his mom, and then call for her. Lizzy’s heart went out to him because she didn’t want him to be lost. His mom must be terrified if she can’t find her son. In her mind, she wrestled in her mind whether to go over and help him find her. He was a bit annoying to her, but she felt so bad that he couldn’t find his mom.
Lizzy quickly put her earnings in her pockets, put Wilson in the case, and walked over to the mutant boy. Slightly scared at how he would react to her, she asked him, “Do you want some help finding your mom?” Lizzy hoped that she could be of some assistance. It would be terrible if his mom got on the subway without her son. She didn’t want the boy to be lost, and would whatever she could to help the boy – even though he was a tad bit annoying – find his mom.
Melody ate her roasted rat in silence. She closed her eyes to savor the smoky smell the food gave off. Hey, a rat was better than some of the bugs she had eaten before. Roaches were by far the worst, but they were found very easily. They were supposed to be able to survive anything, and that was apparent to Melody whenever she was searching for food.
After finishing her small yet satisfying meal, Melody nestled herself into the corner and drifted away in sleep. Luckily, the dreams of her parents stayed away this time. For that, she was glad. When she awoke, Melody could tell it had been several hours. For once she had a good night’s sleep – a rare find, but gladly accepted.
The ghost of a girl ran her fingers through her dirty blonde hair as reacquainted herself with the living world. Could it really be called “living” though? The rubble was everywhere – well except for where the few civilizations were. Melody scoffed at the idea of living in the town. There was too little food to go around and Melody didn’t want to share. She didn’t want to rely on anyone else. There was a point in her life when she would probably want to join the town, but everything changed when New York was attacked.
Besides, look at everything she’s been able to do on her own. She can hunt, make fire, find food, and anything she needs for survival. Melody muttered to herself as she sat in the corner of the rubble, “I don’t need anyone. I – I don’t.” She attempted to assure herself as doubts ran through her head. Maybe it would be better if she had company. “Besides, they’d only desert me. No one can be trusted.”
It all came down to fear for her. If she let someone in, they might leave her like her parents did. Melody didn’t want to feel the hurt of losing someone again. She felt it with her mom and dad. No one else would – no one else could make her feel that way again. She was determined for it to be so.
The day continued to march on, and Melody did not want to be stuck in the confines of the ruinous building. She packed up what little belongings she had: her pocketknife, leftover guitar strings from Wilson, a small canteen she salvaged from an old camping store, and some other broken pieces from Wilson. They all fit into the backpack she fashioned out of an old navy sweatshirt.
Melody took one more look at the damaged building before turning away from it for once and all. Somehow she felt like she had changed in this little bit of time spent here. Maybe it was the rat feast she had; or maybe it was the fact she had a good night’s sleep here; or maybe it was because of the dream about her parents that made her remember Lizzy, her old self. Whatever it was, she felt connected to the ruinous wreck.
