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.
Her new friend pulled out a metal marble at levitated it above her palm. Lizzy’s mouth opened slightly in awe of Rebecca’s talent. ”That is so cool,” Lizzy muttered. There was so much metal everywhere, so Lizzy could see where that could come and handy. Imagine the possibilities! If someone held you at gunpoint, they wouldn’t be able to shoot you because you could aim it elsewhere.
”So is the Mansion like a mutant house?” Lizzy asked curiously. A place just for mutants sounded intriguing to Lizzy. There would be so many different abilities that everyone had, and there would be no need to hide her own gift. She could mimic people for the fun of it. It was fun imitate in front of her own family, but they had seen almost everything already, and although they would never admit it, Lizzy was pretty sure they grew tired of hearing celebrities in their living room.
Lizzy laughed at the thought of charming some mutant boys. Rebecca added the “unless you like girls” as an afterthought. It was a slight awkward moment because Lizzy wasn’t totally sure how to respond. ”I’m sorry, I like boys – actually strike that. I like men instead. Boys are too immature for me.” Lizzy hoped that her attempt at humor worked, but continued to address Rebecca’s other statement. ”And if my own singing doesn’t do charm them, I could sing like their favorite singer instead.” Lizzy thought about what kind of boys would live at a mutant house. There’s bound to be some cute mutant boys – or at least some decent guys.
Out of curiosity, Lizzy asked, ”So may I ask how long you’ve known about your gift?” She was curious to know how others were when they found how they’re different than everyone else, and she hoped that it wasn’t too personal to ask Rebecca that. The two had only met that day, but Lizzy’s curiosity got the best of her.
Well it was worth a shot. Lizzy didn’t mind answering questions, but this was starting to get on her nerves. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath so she wouldn’t lash out at the young boy. However, he went on and mentioned about what if the President asked her about her guitar and how it’d be terrible if she didn’t know the answer. That small little detail did it for her.
Her eyes opened and her anger got the best of her. This boy was not going to stop. She realized that now. Her anger boiled over and she lashed out, “Well you know what? I will probably never meet the President so I won’t have to worry about that.” In an attempt to scare him off, she mimicked his voice saying, ”Now how about you run off and leave me to play my guitar?”
She felt a little bad about lashing out at him, but she just couldn’t take it anymore. The boy was never going to stop, and it was beginning to annoy Lizzy. Within her was a slight temper. It didn’t come out much, but when it did there was not stopping it. Lizzy was almost at the point of no return. The regret she felt dealing with this young kid helped her resist the full-blown anger, but the mimicking would scare him off… hopefully. It wasn’t something that people would be accustomed to, and even though she was outing her special ability, it was worth it at this point in time.
Lizzy took a sip of her latte before answering her new friend. If Lizzy was going to be honest, that’s what she would have asked Rebecca anyway. She looked around the little shop to see if anyway would overhear her response. People were far enough away that Lizzy felt comfortable on demonstrating her ability. She focused on Rebecca’s voice and in Rebecca’s voice Lizzy said, ”Ah dornt mind ye asking. Ah can just mimic sounds and voices.”
Returning to her normal voice she asked Rebecca, ”So what about you? What’s your special gift? If you don’t mind me asking as well.” She was very curious in Rebecca’s ability. Come to think of it, Lizzy was curious in any mutant’s abilities.
She found it fascinating about what mutations people were blessed with because everyone she read about in the newspaper or watched on the news was so different! Bending metal, causing floods, reading people’s minds – it was all so interesting in Lizzy’s mind to see what other mutants are out there. It gave her comfort that there were others out there like her. Lizzy took another sip of her latte and eagerly awaited Rebecca’s response.
“Piano is fun, but personally I like the guitar better. That’s probably a little obvious, but I love the raw, sort of unpolished feel to the guitar. I love the piano, but piano songs seemed too perfect, too polish.” Thinking about her words Lizzy added, “Sorry if that doesn’t make much sense. I’m bad at explaining stuff.”
He asked Lizzy if she knew any more songs. “Actually yeah, I do. I play in the subway typically so I know quite a few,” she admitted running her hand through her blonde locks. She thought hard about her set list. Putting the guitar back in her hands, she stared at it for a good minute before she figured thought of one. “I’ve got it! This is a little old, but I think it’s such a pretty song. I’m sure you’ve heard of Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles.”
Collecting herself, Lizzy took a deep breath and began to play the familiar tune. It was pretty simple song, but she thought it the simplicity made it beautiful. The words were some of her favorites as well because it just gave her hope that everything would turn out okay. After she finished the short little song, she told him, ”I know I’m no Beatle, but it’s one of my favorites.”
Lizzy looked up at him curiously and said, ”You know, I just realized I never introduced myself. I’m Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Lizzy. Well except for my mom, but she doesn’t count.” She extended her hand out to the boy. It might be a little late, but Lizzy hated feeling like such a stranger and talking so much to someone she just met. It was better late than never.
She wasn’t positive where she was currently, but she had a feeling she was back in New York City. In the past couple years since everything happened, she wandered through the ruinous landscape that used to be known as New York and the surrounding areas. Anywhere food could be found, Lizzy – or rather the former Lizzy – could be found.
When New York was destroyed a couple years ago, Lizzy could remember returning to the sight of her former apartment as soon as she could. She was supposed to be home that night, but she wasn’t. Lizzy saw the wreckage of her apartment, saw the grave for her parents and countless others in that building. At the sight, she collapsed and broke down in tears. Time had no meaning for however long Lizzy knelt at the ruins.
When she stood up and turned her back on the sight, she was no longer Lizzy. No, that part of her was gone. That life was over, and there would be no turning back. She was now Melody. The girl who could sound like your favorite person or worst nightmare. The girl who could make your ears bleed with a simple screech.
Melody slunk into some store’s ruins. At first glance, it looked like it had once been some sort of bar, but sorely picked through in two years. Melody with her pocketknife at the ready searched for any intruders. To her delight, no one had claimed this area. She plopped herself down in the corner. It had been a long day of foraging for something to eat, and she had come up with nothing. Melody was hungry, but that was usual these days. She was never as full as she used to be.
Leaning against the damaged wall, Melody’s eyes began to shut for some well-needed sleep. She succumbed to the exhaustion, but her sleep was anything but peaceful. Her parents haunted her dreams. She dreamed about being in her old kitchen cooking with her mother. Her father came in and kissed her mom on the cheek. The old Lizzy went out to retrieve something from her room, and as she travelled back, her parents looked at her from the kitchen before the walls fell, crushing her parents to their death.
Melody jolted awake screaming. She whispered to herself saying, “It was just a… just a dream. Nothing more.” Even though she told herself this over and over, she was still shaken and a few tears left her eyes. Melody thought Lizzy was only in the past, but her former self still haunted her.
Her thoughts then turned to the scream she let out a few minutes ago. Sitting watchfully in silence, Melody grasped her pocketknife tighter, ready for anything to attack her. No one ventured into the ruins, but Melody spied a rat running across the room. Hungrily focusing on her next meal, Melody remembered the ding of metal upon glass. She took a deep breath, plugged her ears, and screamed the high-pitched noise.
The rat squirmed in pain on the ground because of the deafening sound. Melody jumped on the rat, clutching it in her hands. It squeaked, longing to be free of the death of him. Without mercy, she snapped its little neck and smiled upon her prey. Even though someone could come up and attack, Melody created a small fire in the store with some of the wood she found in the ruins. The rat would be the perfect meal. And if someone came to steal her feast, it was nice knowing them.
Yep. Lizzy was right on the money he had more than two questions. She took a deep breath and told him, “My guitar is named Wilson after a character in a movie called Cast Away.” Somehow Lizzy had a feeling that there would be a follow-up question to that so she added, “If you don’t know what movie that is, I bet your mother would be willing to tell you.”
>> “How long can you remember? How old are you?”
Sometimes Lizzy was really glad she didn’t have any younger siblings. There would always be those questions that were a little invasive and personal to answer. This was one of those times. Lizzy wasn’t exactly sure how to answer him. While thinking Lizzy absentmindedly ran her hand through her thick blonde locks. It wasn’t a big deal really, but there was a thought that if she answered the boy, the questions would only get worse. But he seemed like such a sweet boy. Lizzy caved in telling the boy, “Well I’m not sure how long I can remember, but I’m twenty years old.”
Lizzy put her water back down beside her guitar case and began to strum away on her guitar. The boy seemed sweet and acted just like a kid should act: curious about everything. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but maybe, just maybe, if Lizzy began to play her guitar again, she could get away from answering anything too personal without hurting the young boy’s feelings.
I feel like I'm in the same boat as Shockwave. I've been a little out of it lately. I've been debating whether to have Lizzy join a group (if someone will have me) or go solo. The thing is, I don't know what group would be a good fit if I were to join.
So far what I've thought about is that in these couple of years, her power has become a little more stable. She's able to mimic sounds for a little longer and her high pitch scream reaches a slightly farther distance. In order to hunt, Lizzy incapacitates rats or anything she can find with her high-pitched scream and then bludgeons them to death or slits their throat - all depends on what she has at hand. Because she was devastated with the death of her parents when this began, she has tried to distance herself from her former life by going by Melody instead of Lizzy.
That's all I've thought about so far. It's not much, but it's something. Anyone have a suggestion on what group I could join? Or should I solo it out?
In the small coffee shop, the barista stood at the cash register looking a little bored. She looked to be in her mid-twenties and had long brown hair that draped across her face. There were a couple of people scattered around the tables in the shop either typing away sipping coffee or talking to their company, but luckily no one was in line at the moment.
Lizzy waltzed over to the register and quickly glanced at the menu. It was a bit pointless since she very rarely did she deviate from her usual. “One vanilla latte please.” Lizzy leaned her guitar case against the counter to dig a enough out of her pockets. “Sorry about all the change,” she sheepishly said to the barista. Lizzy gained a lot of change during her subway years.
After placing her order, she stepped aside so Rebecca could order. Lizzy grabbed her latte from the worker and found a table for two. It was against the wall, which allowed Lizzy to lean her guitar case up against the wall. She waited for Rebecca to join her and take a sip of her drink before asking, “So what do you think of Java the Hut?” Lizzy enjoyed her own latte with that distinct sweet vanilla flavor mixed with the bitterness of the coffee. It was a refreshing drink, and even though it was summer, Lizzy preferred a hot drink to an iced drink.
”You’re a southerner too? I’m from Texas originally.” Lizzy was surrounded by northerners most of the time. But what else is to be expected in New York? Most of the people she saw were born and bred New Yorkers – complete with accent and everything. Lizzy liked to consider herself a New Yorker now. She had lived in the city for a few years now, but her slight Texan accent still said otherwise.
“I think it’s pretty sweet you picked it up, and I don’t think it really matters who you play for. What matters is that you enjoy playing whenever you do play.” She knew that’s what it was like for herself. Yes, Lizzy makes money playing, but if she didn’t enjoy it, she wouldn’t be playing. It would just be a pain to go to the subway each day in an attempt to earn a bit of cash.
A slight breeze began to pick up as Lizzy closed her eyes for a second to feel the wind. The boy asked her about the origins of her music. “My dad,” she said smiling a little bit. “He taught me how to play the guitar when I was pretty young. He used to be in a band way back in college. My mom on the other hand taught me piano. I guess you can say I have a musical background.”
Lizzy’s eyes widened a bit and she casually put her hand over her mouth to hide her smile. She wasn’t alone. There was another mutant out there! Well of course there were mutants out there. She had seen the news before, but now she knew someone else! The joy in Lizzy’s voice was apparent when she said, ”Me too!” She threw her hand over her mouth again at how loud she said it. There were a couple people on the street who looked over at Lizzy when she said that. ”Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that so loud. But I’m one too! I’ve just never met anyone else like me… or at least one that I knew about.”
The two girls began walking toward the coffee shop. It wasn’t too far of a walk at least. ”Java the Hut should be right around… here!” Lizzy pointed to the little coffee shop. There was simply a sign on the door that read “Java the Hut”. Most people wouldn’t notice the small shop unless they were really looking at all the stores along the street.
Lizzy turned to Rebecca and said, “It might be a funny name, but they make the best cup of coffee I’ve had.” The only reason Lizzy knew about the shop was from her dad. He heard about this place from his coworkers, and goes there practically every single day now. Besides, when a cop – even a security guard – says a coffee shop is good, then it’s good. They know what they’re talking about.
Lizzy drank her water as the boy asked her about how long she was playing. Before she could swallow her drink and respond, he asked her another question. She leaned against the wall before responding. Lizzy had a feeling that he had more than two questions. ”Slow down there and I can answer your questions. I’ve been playing for as long as I can remember. My dad taught guitar when I was really young while my mom taught me piano. As to your second question, Wilson here was a birthday gift when I turned fourteen, and he’s been with me ever since.”
Sliding her hand across her dear guitar friend, Lizzy was reminded of all the good and bad times the two of them shared. When her parents gave Lizzy her own guitar for her birthday, she was ecstatic. Previously, she played on one of her dad’s old guitars, but Wilson became her own.
It was comfortable leaning against the wall of the subway. Maybe not the cleanest place around, but Lizzy didn’t really care. She glanced at the boy again and asked him, “What about you? Do you play any instrument?” She doubted that he played, but Lizzy didn’t mind continuing conversation. She was typically up for it.
Hello all. I am sorry for my random absence this past week if you were wondering what happened to me. I got caught up with work and the week just slipped away from me. Sadly, I missed Lizzy's 20th birthday yesterday. I guess I'll be celebrating late
An Unexpected Meeting Lizzy meets Rebecca on the subway and makes a new mutant friend.
Mimicry and Mockery Lizzy helps a young mutant find his mother in the subway.
[AoS] The Ruinous Wreck The wreck known as Melody, or the former Lizzy, remembers her old life while she deals with the challenges of her current life in the ruins of a New York City building.
Hide and Go Mimic Lizzy plays a mimic trick on a cute passerby and ends up embarrassing herself beyond all reasoning.
After the kind man dropped the money into the case, Lizzy noticed a small boy with blonde hair on the bench next to her. He couldn’t be more than ten, but she was never sure about people’s age. His mother must be in the vicinity. Lizzy couldn’t imagine her own mother letting her take the subway by herself at such a young age. Then again, Lizzy still had trouble accepting her mother’s willingness to Lizzy playing down in the subways.
The boy wished aloud that he got money randomly like Lizzy did. She couldn’t suppress the smile and light chuckle that came so naturally at the comment. She continued to play her guitar as she turned to him and said, “Well, maybe if you pick up an instrument, you can play for your own money one day.”
Her voice was a little tired from singing so much today, so Lizzy didn’t start another song like should usually would. She began to play a bit of instrumental music for a little bit before stopping in order to take a drink of water. "Ah that's the spot." The cool water rolling down her throat was glorious. Taking water with her was the best thing she could do because it was hard work singing for several hours straight. Besides it allowed her finger to rest for a minute before Lizzy began to strum again.
