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.
Making a quick snap decision, Kara decided it'd be much safer to listen to the angry man with knives coming out of his hands and go call the cops. She quickly ducked away from the door and just out of sight of those inside. As much as she wanted to see what was going on, in case she could help, she had no keen desire to get hit by a stray...projectile.
She struggled with her phone a bit, as the bulky little brick was deciding to take her wild finger-taps as vague suggestions rather than direct commands. Her palms were sweating as they tried desperately to dial 9-1-1, rather than 9-1-2-1, or 8-2-1-1-2. Inside the building she could hear shouting, as well as another explosion-like sound that sounded a lot like the building collapsing. Finally, she got the numbers right, and pressed 'Call.'
"9-1-1, what is your emergency?"
"Um...there's..." Kara's attempt to get all the words out at once just ended in disaster, so she stopped and tried again. "I'm...at a pottery shop. It's on...uhh...." She began looking around, searching for a street sign. Instead, the mysterious man with the sharp blue-green tentacle things was dashing out the front door at high speed. She immediately turned, and shouted a quick, "Hey!"
Then, shoving aside a fairly little qualm, she asked, "Um...wh--what's the address for this...place?
Kara simply stood and observed, watching the scene of bitter (and slightly amusing) hatred seething from Sarah's speech. She hated that the teen was getting laid into so hard, but at the same time, it was pretty fun to watch.
In a way, she felt herself getting really jealous of Sarah. After all, where Kara would have just fled, or stuttered her words away, this woman was completely owning the room. 'Why can't I do that?' Kara thought to herself.
The teenager interrupted her response to herself.
"Alright, fine. You've got me. What do you want, my word? My signature on a contract? A lock of hair?"
Kara quickly turned to Sarah and whispered, "M--Maybe we should just...go...or something. I mean, we...we have what we need."
She glanced back to the teen, to see him smugly raising an eyebrow, having apparently heard her little tactical opinion. Kara felt her face grow hot with blush, and quickly turned away.
Kara was still peeking around the corner when the fighting broke out. But it wasn't fighting in the usual, run-up-and-punch-each-other style. Of course not. Because she just had to have wound up observing a fight between three very powerful-looking mutants.
Watching the rather normal-looking one shoot a greenish extendo-tentacle thing was what first made her crap her pants. But then the third one who she was still having trouble seeing teleported behind him and started throwing little black streaks that looked pretty freaking deadly. All in all, it was scary enough just to watch. And yet, she found herself booking it towards the storefront, anxious to offer whatever services she could. Maybe...maybe someone was hurt.
Maybe she could give them a band-aid while the whole place came down on top of her. Great plan.
She stopped herself on the sidewalk (because stopping in the middle of the street is dangerous) and thought hard about this. And of all the things going on, the one thing she was most scared of was how those people in there would think about her. So she decided to do the sensible thing, pull out her phone, call 911 dispatch, and let them know they had a war zone in the middle of their biggest city.
She was halfway through all that when a very large, loud explosion rang out through the street.
Her ears were ringing. Her brain was scrambled. And she immediately forgot about her assorted phobias and ran for the front door of the pottery shop/front line. Because her brain was just whacked-out enough to make that an option.
She ran past the smashed windows, opened the front door, and yelled out, "Is everyone okay?"
Which, in general, put her overall attitude somewhere in the tank.
"What do you mean, you lost your meds? Do you know how much those things cost? I don't believe..." and so forth. Kara didn't really say much. She knew better than to interrupt her mother when she was in the midst of a rant. She mostly just sat there, paying very close attention to where she was going on the mostly-empty sidewalk. Even though there was practically no one going down this particular street, she still didn't want to wind up in the street in front of a moving bus. Or something.
It struck her as rather odd that in the middle of a crowded city, absolutely no one was anywhere nearby. Maybe a mutant wanted a little privacy? She stuck with that explanation as she approached a cross-street.
"Are you even listening to me?" Mrs. Mitchell screeched into her ear.
"Yes," Kara responded, rounding a corner.
Her mother went on some long rant about how expensive their life was getting too expensive, and if it got worse, her dad would wind up looking bad on the press report. She wasn't listening. She was paying a lot more attention to the scene that was starting to unfold not far away.
A lonely little pottery shop was sitting on the opposite side of the street, maybe halfway down the block. Inside were two men, both staring at a corner she couldn't get a good view of. A third guy was standing like Kara herself, staring. She counted one or two more guys around the sides of the shop, wearing hoodies that made their faces hard to see. All in all, it certainly wasn't something you see every day, but it would normally be something you just walk away from. However, what caught her and held her in place was the tension. It was like the air had suddenly become very, very dense, so that it weighed down on everyone and dampened their footsteps, like everyone was holding their breath.
"I've...gotta go..." she blurted into the phone, shrinking back behind the corner.
"Don't you dare hang up on..." Kara interrupted her mother with a single click of the End button, and then turned her phone on silent and slipped it into her pocket. Then she simply stood there, peeking around the corner, swallowing what fear she had right now, determined to see how this would all play out.
It took a second or two for Kara to register the fact that Sarah had moved aside for her to pass. Even worse was the fact that the teen behind the counter was giving her a look, which almost growled at her, "Honestly, why are you taking so damn long?" Nervously, she skittered forward and almost slapped the CD on the table.
The teen began ringing it up as he replied to Sarah. "It's good. Dry, confusing, and annoying as hell to read for it, but definitely good."
When he'd finished ringing up her CD, Kara slapped eight bucks onto the counter before he had time to say anther word. He snatched a couple quarters from the register, plonked them onto the CD, and sorted the fives and ones into the appropriate slots. The entire exchange from start to finish took less than ten seconds.
As Kara grabbed her CD, he leaned towards her, even though he seemed to be speaking to both of them, and said with more force in his voice as Kara could have possibly mustered in her lifetime, "Now why don't the two of you leave so I can get back to it? Capiche?"
Yeah, watching hot chocolate suddenly decide that gravity was a stupid idea before falling onto Kara's lap was pretty startling. At the very least, it made Kara's eyes go as wide as dinner plates.
But Aadi's sudden outbursts made her jump a lot more.
She barely snagged half the words flying out of the Canadian's mouth, seeing as her accent was really kicking in and messing everything up. She didn't exactly have to understand Aadi, though, seeing as she could figure exactly what she was saying. Especially when she started throwing napkins at Kara (throwing being a hyperbole).
"U--Um...I'm fine," Kara muttered, grabbing the napkins and wiping off the table. "R--Really. It's just...odd...is all."
As Sarah made her speech, Kara watched in some version of stunned awe as Sarah began to metaphorically fill the room. This girl was incredible! It was like watching a conductor quietly enforcing the band to obey his every whim, or that look a cop gives a criminal when they get handcuffs on him: Fiery, powerful, and full of that 'I told you so' attitude.
At the same time, while it had been clear that he liked confronting, it was equally clear now that he didn't like being confronted. He shrank in his chair, hiding behind his book as much as he possibly could. He wasn't reacting as badly as Kara herself probably would have, but he was definitely close.
But wait...if he didn't like being confronted, but liked confronting, that didn't bode very well for Kara...
"Oh, and don't take your anger at me out on her. She didn't do anything to you. I did."
Kara breathed a silent "Thanks" into the girl's ear, hoping she could hear it.
When he sensed that Sarah was done burning him into the ground with her words, he quickly reached out for the CD and began ringing it up. After a few brisk motions and one or two silent swears at the computer, he muttered, "Seven-fif'y," holding out his hand for the payment, thinly-guised fear replaced with acute disinterest.
"So, which one are you reading?"
"Crime and Punishment," he grumbled softly, wagging his fingers lightly, obviously more interested in getting the scary lady out of the store than engaging in conversation.
Kara smiled softly, hidden behind Sarah, thinking, 'Reason #87 why Sarah would be great to hang out with.'
Kara hesitated for a few more seconds as Ted went walking down the hallway, mentally wrestling with her dilemma. Finally, she began following him, but at a distance, like a resentful but nonetheless obedient puppy.
As they walked down the hallway of the school, she noticed something: they were alone. The hallways were almost totally devoid of life. It was...weird. On one hand, she definitely would have had a panic attack of some kind if they were more alive, so it was nice that they weren't. But on the other hand, this place was nothing like she expected. Being fair, she had no idea what she expected on the way here, but she knew she expected it to be less...dead. She expected students and teachers halfheartedly making their way to their classes, cliques and groupies that would be assembling in the passing periods, etc.
Their arrival the the mysterious and threatening Front Desk interrupted her thoughts and brought her back to reality.
"Hi there. Can I help you?"
>>"I'm already a student here; but my friend Kara, is new and needs to fill out some paperwork."
Kara immediately and instinctively shrunk away at the mention of her name, but then felt a sudden warm, fuzzy feeling at the word 'friend', before finally scampering back to the seat by the front desk when the paperwork hit the counter. Immediately, and with much fervor, she snatched the nearest pen out of a cup and began reading over the forms. Then she immediately paused.
The forms happened to be for New Student Registration.
"I...um...I'm al--already registered. I just...need to check in," she stuttered.
"Oh. Okay. Let me just...take those back," the receptionist muttered, sliding the papers back into their place and providing a new, smaller assortment of paperwork.
After skimming through it and filling the appropriate boxes in a matter of seconds (Kara had become very good with paperwork over the years), she handed the papers back to the receptionist, who spent a little under a minute typing something on the computer. Finally, she produced a key from a drawer and handed it to Kara with a quick, friendly, "Your room is 283. Here's the key. Have a nice day!"
Grabbing the key with a soft grin, she turned to Ted and asked, "You wanna help me move? M--My stuff, that is..."
Kara blushed softly and silently chuckled. Watching Sarah and the bitchy cashier was like watching a Three Stooges show: probably not healthy, but you just can't stop laughing.
She slotted herself behind Sarah as the two got into line for the cash register. She didn't originally plan to, but curiosity finally forced her to crane her neck around Sarah and see what the teenage boy had been reading, clutching the CD close to her chest to protect it. Once she saw the title, she almost fell over.
Dostoyevsky?
This idiotic ass was reading the greatest piece of classic Russian literature ever?
He shot a glance at Kara as he held out his hand for Sarah's CD. "Just what're you lookin at?" he growled.
The small asian teen shrank smaller. "J--Just...your book."
He held his glare for a few more seconds, before muttering, "Yeah. Picked't up, can't put it down. Betcha didn't see that comin', didja?" The question was aimed directly at Sarah, and spoken with a rather smug grin.
"A school for people like us? That is real? Where is it?"
Kara couldn't help but chuckle softly as she watched Aadi light up like a Christmas Tree (no irony intended). She had to admit, it was kind of funny.
Oh...wait...she'd asked a question.
Kara mentally slapped herself for having done things like that quite a bit now. Her therapist kept calling it a defense mechanism. Whatever it was, it was annoying.
"I--um...it's at the end of...P--Pay--Pay--" She wasn't stuttering because she was nervous. She was stuttering because she'd completely forgotten the street name.
So she came clean. "I...don't remember...the street name. I'm sorry."
She nervously grabbed her hot chocolate and took a long sip. As she pulled it away from her mouth, she noticed a thin trail of gobules of hot chocolate bobbing softly in the air for a moment, before they all came cascading downward.
Some of them hit the chair she was sitting on, but most hit her pants. She jumped a little, but it didn't hurt that much. It actually felt kind of nice.
Not that she was paying a whole lot of attention.
She was too busy staring into the hot chocolate, blinking and muttering, "Wh--What...just happened?"
"Now we can get out of this store and away from rude personnel."
Kara chuckled at Sarah's comment, before catching herself and realizing that the implied teenager was very much within earshot. She glanced back at him, to see him shooting a quick little death glare at her. Not her as in Kara, her as in Sarah (this was already getting confusing for Kara, and she'd known this girl for less than an hour).
She was about to say something in response, but the teenager interrupted her. "Who, me? How could you slander what others have worshiped?"
'What a perfect dickhead.'
Kara would never dare to say that thought out loud ever, but it was written in bold text all over her face.
"W--We should check out," Kara squeaked, gesturing between her, Sarah, and the teenager. "Also, c--can I...have my CD?"
Kara simply nodded at Aadi's response to her question. In all actuality, she was barely listening. She was still pretty intent on keeping her glowy-ness under control. Which was why, when Aadi asked a question of her own, Kara almost didn't notice.
"Do you know of other people who can do like us too?"
"Hm? Oh, um..." She drew out the 'm' in 'umm' for as long as she physically could, trying her best to both retrieve the question and generate an answer. The broken English wasn't helping.
'Glass houses, lady,' she thought to herself. 'You're probably pretty hard to understand, too. Especially when you get all blubbery.'
Kara cringed slightly at the thought of her own stuttering problem, not to mention how she probably looked to this girl. Bedraggled, panicky, drenched, cold, with hair that was trying to be a Mohawk and a constant need for assistance.
Now that she was thinking about it, though, that description could kind of fit to Aadi as well.
And just like that, for just a moment, Kara realized exactly why she was so comfortable around this girl.
Then she remembered that questions are supposed to be answered.
"Um...." she moaned, before starting suddenly, "Y--Yeah. The school...I go to. It's a mutant-only school...so I'm told. So there's...like...a hundred people right there. G--Give or take."
"I got a scholarship for the school here, so it made it easy. I just wanted to go somewhere outside my province. I can also practice my english."
Kara nodded, chuckling slightly at the comment on learning English. Seemed like a legitimite reason enough. She of all people could understand the need to get away from home.
"I wanted to ask before, but...when did you first do that?"
"D--Do what?" Kara asked, glancing down at herself, which was when she first noticed that she was glowing.
She mentally swore, forcing her skin to stop trying to light up the city. To be fair, it wasn't very strange or annoying for Aadi to see her glowing. But Aadi wasn't the issue. Kara nervously glanced at the counter, noticing no bartender in sight. Still, it put her on edge.
"I...um...High School," she finally responded, turning back to Aadi. "That was when I first noticed it. I...changed schools...n--not long after...that." She took another long sip of hot chocolate, trying desparetly for the relaxation it offered.
"No, I am the one that is sorry, I didn't realize. I did not want to scare you. Can you forgive me my...ehm...not understanding?"
Kara chuckled slightly, adding, "I think the word you're looking for is misunderstanding. And...I most certainly do."
With another soft smile, Kara indulged herself in a long sip of hot chocolate. Yeah, it might have been slightly powdery and impossibly fattening. But it was working wonders on her stress levels. She was even relaxed enough to let a soft, warm glow emit from her skin.
"So...why N--New York?" she asked spontaneously. She wasn't really curious, she just wanted to have some casual conversation. "I mean...I'm sure there's plenty of ot--other cooking schools...out there. Why here?"
Aadi's voice shocked Kara out of her thought bubble, drawing her attention to the three items she was setting on the table. One was a simple hand cream that (according to the label) provided superior relief to burns and sores. The other two were what smelled like hot chocolates.
Kara waited until Aadi's hands had cleared the area before going for the items. Burn Cream first. Pain took priority over warmth (not the best set of priorities). She calmly dribbled a little onto her sunburned palm, and immediately began feeling a coolness wherever it dribbled.
She sighed loudly with pure relief. "Th--Th--Thank you for helping m--me," she stammered out to Aadi, the wet chill making her stutter even worse.
Finally, she reached for the nearest hot chocolate and took a sip, nearly burning her tongue, but quickly relaxing and reveling in the warm chocolatey beverage.
Times like these are the reason hot chocolate was invented.
Setting the cup down, she stammered out a quick (if hesitant) apology to Aadi, "L--Look, I'm sorry I--I...freaked out...a lit--little. I k--kind of have...issues...with touching." She hung her head a little, still worried that she'd completely blown it. "M--M--My apologies."
