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.
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 28, 2012 19:13:27 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 6, 2013 20:25:28 GMT -6
Alice Tyler was suffering from an acute case of loneliness. It seemed that no one was available that day, no one had any time to spend with her. Not her roommate, Kaitlyn, not any of her classmates, nor any of the other friends she had made at Xavier’s. And she certainly was not going to call her older brother, Toby. Not only was he too busy studying for exams, but begging him to hang out with her just seemed so...desperate. Though she did miss him, she did not want to waste his time.
Therefore, she sat alone on one of the pleather couches encircling the living room, legs hanging over one of the arm rests. In her hands was a copy of The Fault In Our Stars, her latest literature acquisition. She was perpetually stuck on the thirtieth page, glossing over the words with her eyes but not truly absorbing them with her brain. It was one of those frustrating moments when she was so bored, reading could not even help remedy her affliction. Head thrown back, book collapsed on her stomach, and hands dragging down the sides of her face, Alice sighed a long, mighty sigh...and decided to grab a snack.
She stood up, thumb bookmarking the page, and dragged herself to the kitchen, the sleeves of her gray cardigan trailing over her fingertips. She tried to ignore the busy chattering of other students as she entered through the doorway, but each grouping of friends seemed to intensify her pangs of seclusion.
I’m such a loner, she lamented with an uncharacteristic frown.
After opening the fridge, inspecting its contents and deeming them unappealing, and then closing it several times, Alice finally decided to check the pantry. Though it was equally as unfruitful, she dejectedly grabbed a few chocolate granola bars (something was better than nothing) and sauntered back into the living room. By the time she got back, there was a new presence strolling through the foyer and into the space. His back was to her, but she would recognize that head of pink hair and tall physique anywhere!
“Cafas!” the girl squealed, skipping up to the young man tugging excitedly at his sleeve. “Didja get a haircut recently, or━”
Or...that was not Cafas. Whoops.
She immediately backed away, eyes wide in surprise. “Oh...um...sorry. I thought you were this other guy...” She silently prayed for the ceiling to collapse and drown her.
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 28, 2012 18:19:46 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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"If I had to lean so far out the window to see something I think I would have just grabbed some binoculars."
"Ah...but I wasn't looking...I was just feeling the breeze..." she trailed off, deciding that she would not refute him. She wanted to keep at least a sliver of her pride intact. The older boy's tone was not exactly that accommodating, anyhow.
She nodded as he introduced himself, stumbling over his name a little. It was a tad strange, but she decided to let it go. "I'm Alice. Alice Tyler," she said, offering Ted her hand and a smile, "Um, thanks for taking me to the infirmary, by the way. I know I'm kind of clueless."
Alice skipped into the mansion behind the blonde boy, feeling a welcoming, warm draft hit her as they traversed inside. It was not a particularly cold day outside, but she did not mind the warmth of the indoors either. A few students were lazing on the couches, flipping through channels or chatting to each other. She thought she might hang out there after their little excursion to the infirmary.
"So how long have you been at the mansion?" the girl asked, continuing to smile, "I'm new, aha...Been here for a week."
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 28, 2012 18:08:20 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 6, 2013 20:25:28 GMT -6
"I can't wait to feel pretty. And I'll be sure to take care of your face. I'll get you looking even more adorable and all the boys will do double-takes."
Alice giggled at first, until Mr. Holloway finished his statement. Boys? Adorable? Double-takes? She felt her cheeks burn again, and she wondered if her teacher was really just joking. And his Southern accent seemed to add a charming element to his words, further flustering her. “Um...I guess all the ladies will be chasing after you, too,” she laughed awkwardly, trying to return the joke.
She continued with the crayons, debating whether to draw a big ol’ heart on her teacher’s cheek or not. Would that be too strange? Or give him the wrong idea? She thought it would be funny, but would that mean she was not taking the assignment seriously enough? Although, painting on each other’s faces did not exactly scream “stoic” or “sober” either.
"So have you found any new friends at the school yet? Or did you just get here?"
She bit the bullet and drew a small purple heart right in the middle of Mr. Holloway’s cheek. “Well...I’ve only been here for a few days, but my roommate is really cool!” she replied with a smile, recalling their interactions when she moved in. “Her name is Kaitlyn.”
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 28, 2012 17:47:07 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 6, 2013 20:25:28 GMT -6
Alice mirrored the older girl’s grin, her breathing finally beginning to slow. She was not an athlete, and that mad dash had definitely taken a lot out of her. She was not doing that again anytime soon, that was for sure...
During the short moment of silence, she couldn’t help but giggle over the ridiculousness of what had just gone to pass. Eventually, she straightened her back and shook out her tangled mess of windblown hair, running a careless hand through it. The teenager had a vague fear that she resembled a lion with her wavy locks in such a tumult, but for the moment she simply did not care.
The chilly autumn breeze sent subtle shivers down her back, through the gaps in her oversized sweater and maroon scarf. It would be nice to find a cozy shelter, she thought.
“Thanks for the save. That would’ve been a terrible fate, otherwise. And I didn’t catch your name. I’m Liz.”
The girl giggled and shook Liz’s hand, perhaps a little too energetically. “It was no problem! If anything, thank you for giving that jerk what he deserved,” she replied, ever-smiling and bubbly, “I’m Alice! It’s really nice to meet you.” There was something about getting to knoew new people that made her extra spastic.
“Do you want to go somewhere else? It’s kind of cold out here.”
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 28, 2012 17:33:28 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 6, 2013 20:25:28 GMT -6
Her cell phone dropped with a clatter and a crunch onto the pavement, and it seemed her heart sank with it. She had no idea what was going to happen anymore. The men yanked her satchel off of her shoulder and searched its contents, snatching her wallet and discarding the rest of the bag. Secretly, Alice hoped that was all they wanted. Perhaps if she stayed silent and passive, the four drunken rogues would mug her and leave it at that, leaving her with nothing but bruises on her arms and an empty wallet. For the moment, the teenager ceased struggling, though her limbs continued to tremble with terror.
Unfortunately, her naive hopes were not to come true. The uninhibited beings surrounding her were no more alive than shadows, animalistic creatures shedding their human skin like the alcohol spilling from their pores. They had no recollections of decency and no intentions of stopping.
Alice vaguely wondered if anyone had noticed her absence at the mansion yet. It was nearly past curfew...if/when she made it back, she was going to be in so much trouble. The thought of Mr. Holloway or Mr. Johnson reprimanding her for staying out too late almost made her giggle. Imagining that scenario was certainly more comforting than her present predicament.
She did not notice the dark figure approach the group, a mystery hidden by the dense shadows of the shattered streetlights and the towering shambles of decrepit buildings. The teenager was too occupied with the realization of the men's true intentions, struggling to break away once more. Her cries were quickly muffled by a sweaty palm, and she felt like all the oxygen had been sucked from her lungs. Tears sprang up in her frightened bright eyes as she heard the sound of tearing fabric and inhuman laughter.
Suffice to say, she was not prepared for what would happen next...
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 23, 2012 23:33:02 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 6, 2013 20:25:28 GMT -6
I’m lost, aren’t I?
Alice crept wide-eyed through the blackened streets, cell phone clutched like a lifeline in one hand, the other twitching with nervousness. If she wasn’t so anxious, she would have been angry at herself for wandering around in unknown places and letting the time slip by. Really though, how had she not noticed the sun go down and the moon rise in its place? How had she not paid careful attention to the street signs, clinging to the ones she knew would lead her back to the mansion? And why on Earth had she gone out alone?
Sigh.
The teenager watched the waning battery power of her phone slowly die out. She had placed a few panicked calls to her roommate, who unfortunately did not answer. She was scared to turn the device off in case Kaitlyn actually called her back. She did not know how much help the younger girl could be, but surely she could alert a teacher to recover Alice. But as the time ticked by and the bars disappeared one by one, the fourteen-year-old’s panic rose.
She did not understand how the streets could be so empty. It was not particularly late, though the darkness of the sky made it seem so. And yet there were very few cars, busybodies, and functioning streetlights. It was almost like a ghost town.
She shivered in the cool autumn atmosphere, watching desperately as her phone breathed its last. It blinked mockingly before emitting the familiar goodbye jingle, finally shutting down and dashing her last hopes. Nooooooo--
“Hey fellas, look at that purty lady over there.”
“Hah, I think you’re drunk, Kevin. That’s just a kid.”
“No way, man. Hey! Hey, beautiful! Can you come here for a sec?” A very inebriated man called out to her, his words slurring and blurring together, much like his vision.
Alice jumped in surprise. She had been so focused on her cell phone, she had failed to notice the four drunken men stumbling out of a dive bar down the block, the light from the open doorway casting shadows on their faces. She had trouble believing that they were referring to her, and yet there was no one else on the street. Her skin crawled as the men approached her, and all of her senses told her to flee the scene. And yet she remained frozen, hands and knees quivering.
It was too late when she tried to run. One of the men, a six-foot-tall brute reeking of bourbon, grabbed her forearm, his sudden grip tight and painful, causing her to yelp.
“We just want to have a talk.”
“Yeaaah! A talk...”
Her heart pounded as she tried to twist free of the man’s grip, sensing the others start to surround her. She seriously doubted they just wanted to talk. What were they going to do to her? She was just a kid! Her breath hitched when she felt a presence directly behind her, starting to wrench her arms against her back.
“H-hey, what are you doing?” She heard a low chuckle, shivering as she felt a stranger’s breath on her bare neck. “S...stop that! Let me go!” she cried out, struggling to free herself.
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 23, 2012 0:09:09 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 6, 2013 20:25:28 GMT -6
He laughed. New York’s biggest, meanest jerk laughed in her face. Alice’s clenched her fists as she watched the slimeball continue to make an immature idiot out of himself. She told herself that his derisive laughter would not affect her, that one fool’s badgering did not matter. But she felt prickling at the corners of her eyes nonetheless, a warning of tears to come if he did not stop, or if she did not vacate the scene. Sometimes her sensitivity was a strength, but at times like those, the girl really wished she was a little tougher.
She rolled her eyes to pretend she was wholly unaffected by his snickering and crossed her arms tightly. “Geez, do you know what mouthwash is? Because you are in serious need of some, buddy.” It wasn’t that great of a jab, but Alice never claimed to be good at being mean.
The comment shut the jerkface up for a moment, and his expression grew increasingly vexed. “Listen, princess. Leave us alone. You don’t want to make me do anything I’ll regret.”
The teenager couldn’t help but let out the loudest pffft. Oh, so now he was a tough guy? Threatening girls years younger than him? Yeah, he was real cool. Alice muffled a snicker as she noticed the blonde girl surreptitiously pull out a rather heavy-looking book from a neighboring shelf, a look of cool calculation on her face. She obviously had some plan, though Alice could not fathom it. Was she going to read him to death? Bore him with words he probably did not understand (if he was even literate)?
Oil Slick made a growl-like noise in response to the girl’s giggling and began to turn back to his original victim, who had managed to sneak behind him while he was distracted. “Ah! Wait!” the fourteen-year-old yelled in panic, not wanting him to discover the blonde girl’s schemes, whatever they were, and ruin them.
“Ugh, what do you wa--GAH!”
His hurt expression spoke volumes as he swayed forward, eyes crossed with dizziness and pain. Alice’s hands covered her mouth as she gasped, shocked that the older girl could do something like that. And the blonde wasn’t even finished yet. No, she had one more blow to make, which she did in rapid succession. Oooh, he’s going to feel that for days. They watched as the creep crumpled to the ground, groaning in regret and agony.
“Sorry, but we’re not interested.”
It was official: that girl was a badass.
“Hey! What are you kids doing back there?” the store owner exclaimed, irritation clear in his tone. She could hear him shuffling, getting up from his stool to investigate what had just transpired in between the shelves. Uh-oh.
Adrenaline coursing through her veins, Alice grabbed the other girl’s hand and tugged her towards the exit, not wanting either of them to get caught in such an incriminating scene. “We’re sorry, sir! You have a great shop! See you later!” she called out as she and the blonde flew past the owner and the exit, the bell jingling with as much force as she had pushed open the door. They did not stop until a solid distance lay between them and the bookshop.
Hands on her knees, hunched over and panting hard, the younger girl wheezed out an appropriate summary of events, “That was...crazy... You’re...kind of...awesome...”
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 22, 2012 23:24:49 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 6, 2013 20:25:28 GMT -6
I would like to nominate Elizabeth Sundance (otherwise known as Liz) for MotM! Liz is an incredible writer, to say the least. All of his posts elicit some kind of reaction from me, whether it is hysterical laughter or misty eyes, and are a joy to read. He's just...really talented, and I don't think my words right now are doing him much justice.
Anywho, here are some threads that are definitely worth reading: Lonely Birds - After Elizabeth's return to the mansion, she has a reunion with Carrick, her angel. Cue the romantic background music! Cue the rose petals! Cue the flirtation!
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 21, 2012 23:04:11 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 6, 2013 20:25:28 GMT -6
Alice watched as the older girl struggled to come up with an answer to the creep, and waffled between going to her rescue or staying put and minding her own business. She didn’t really have any experience in dealing with greasy-haired punks, save for what she saw on comedic television (which taught her some very questionable techniques), and was afraid things would end quite badly if she got involved. She might make a bad situation even worse, or become the creep's second target. But at the same time...she couldn’t just stand by and watch the blonde girl be verbally assaulted! As a decent human being, the teenager had to save her!
Agh, inner turmoil!
Fortunately, inspiration seemed to strike the victim, who promptly announced that she was gay, elaborating with a fluffy description. Nice save! Alice thought, sighing in relief. She began to return to the bookshelves, crisis averted. There was no way the guy wouldn’t back off with that declaration, right?
“Hey, that’s cool. I’m up for a little experimentin’.”
Wrong. Ewwww. The brunette could no longer stand it. She had to stop that travesty! And fast! Because it seemed the slimeball was shuffling closer and closer to his victim, fingers twitching in anticipation.
“Hey! You creep! Get away from that lady!” she called out, darting up to him and poking him square in the chest, “Can’t you see how obviously uncomfortable she is? And how creepy you’re being?” She shook her head in dumbfoundedness as she spat out her slightly redundant statement. Some people were just such idiots.
The creep twisted his face in annoyance and pushed her hand away. “Hey, little girl, this is grown-up talk. I suggest you go back to your mommy and daddy and stop spying on people.” His words contained the utmost levels of condescension and venom a person could muster.
Alice scoffed at the rude rebuttal, but found herself at a loss for words. She did not know how to fight back to someone so...mean. And he was way older! Wasn’t he supposed to be more mature than that? Though...then again...a mature young adult would not be trying to pick up innocent high school chicks, nor would they be picking on them.
“Well...well, you’re just a freaking jerk!” Wow. Brilliant reply.
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 21, 2012 22:29:30 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 6, 2013 20:25:28 GMT -6
"Relax. It's your first day and you'll get the hang of things. Everyone takes time to adjust, but you're gonna be fine."
His kind words were accompanied with a reassuring pat on the shoulder, and Alice perked up a little bit. It was kind of embarrassing that her teacher had to even say something like that (indicating what an awkward new kid she was), but she decided to forgo that notion and feel encouraged. And something about his touch made her insides go all...wiggly and warm. As cliche as it sounded, she thought her heart might have even fluttered a tiny bit.
Weird.
Ignoring such strange, anomalous thoughts for the moment, she returned the smile, in a smaller version, and listened as she was instructed to let loose and create whatever she wanted on the sketch. She followed Mr. Holloway’s lead and grabbed a few pretty crayons, ones of the violet, seafoam green, and cerulean varieties. Oh yes, his face was going to be so lovely and colorful when she was done.
"I'm sure whatever you do to this face'll be an improvement.”
The teenager giggled at the joke but also shook her head in denial. “Don’t sell yourself too short, Mr. Holloway. But don’t worry, you are in very capable hands. I’ll make sure to make you look beautiful.” Sharing banter loosened Alice up a bit, allowing her to relax and forget her recent flubs. She picked up the first crayon and began drawing swirled patterns on his left cheek, allowing them to fade onto his nose. She sneaked a covert glance at her teacher’s paper, trying to get a preview of what he was doing to her face.
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 20, 2012 23:20:37 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 6, 2013 20:25:28 GMT -6
The sign on the building read, “Ye Olde Used Books” in curved, old-timey lettering. It was accompanied by a fading picture of a knight on top of his loyal steed, sword extended in a victorious pose. The front of the store was weather-worn and looked a little used itself, but there was an undeniable, warm coziness emanating from it. Through the tarnished windows, one could see a few patrons perusing second-hand shelves for second-hand books, the fifty-something-year-old owner patiently waiting for customers at the checkout desk (which was really just a table with an old cash register perched on top of it). He was thumbing through a threadbare copy of The Devil in the White City, clothed comfortably in a plain, navy blue t-shirt and faded blue jeans.
Alice had discovered the establishment through one of her classmates, who cited it as the best used bookstore in the city. Or at least in the vicinity of Xavier’s, which the teenager was still hesitant to venture beyond. She had only been at the school for one month and was still getting used to it. She didn’t want to explore much more outside of it yet.
But she was in need of books, because one could never have enough of those. And second-hand books were much more accommodating to her meager, teenage budget than the ones at high-end bookstores. And she didn’t really like borrowing books from the library because...well, she never remembered to return them. Those fines would end up costing more than the books themselves.
The door jingled as she pulled it open, cheerfully skipping into the store. Instantly she was hit with the scent of...paper. Dusty paper, stained paper, ancient paper. And a little bit of gingerbread too, strangely. The girl smiled at the grizzled owner as she dove into the multitudinous shelves, trying to figure out how things were organized. She scrutinized the smudged labels, trying to figure out if they listed names or genres or time periods or something else entirely. Hmm...
Alice’s peaceful perusing, however, was interrupted by a particularly obnoxious male voice. His words oozed with slime and grease, slathering his pitiful attempt at a pass on a poor, unsuspecting victim. She was blonde, petite, and pretty, and probably did not want some older creep hitting on her. Or at least she didn’t look like she was enjoying it. Alice cringed as the slimeball continued to corner his victim.
“Oh giiiirl, you are lookin’ foine this afternoon. Mmmhm, honey. You are just my type.”
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 20, 2012 22:03:21 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Nov 6, 2013 20:25:28 GMT -6
Alice gave a sheepish grin at her teacher’s teasing, perhaps even a small giggle. Based on the description of his mutation, however, she had a feeling she would not like to see him in his “shadow form.” She wasn’t a big fan of the dark, as childish as her fear was, and seeing a person, even a nice guy like Mr. Holloway, turn into a being made wholly of of shadows...well, the Boogeyman certainly came to mind. Not that she should ever consider her art teacher a nightmarish monster.
Geez, her mind could really go places sometimes. And not in a good way.
As the young girl’s brain travelled at light speed, she started taking physical steps toward...well, she didn’t quite know. She did not know where the art supplies, specifically the crayons and face paint, were at all. That was the first time she had ever even been in that classroom. So why she had decided to get up and start moving towards nothing, Alice did not know. She was actually pretty exasperated at herself about it.
”Um, Alice dear, the supply drawers are on the far wall, so um, turn around.”
Crud, she froze, eyes as wide as a deer’s, You are such an idiot. She coughed and turned around slowly, cheeks practically scarlet. ”O-of course they are! I, um, will just...go get them now.” She had never walked faster in her life. Thankfully, Mr. Holloway saved embarrassing her in front of the whole class. He kept his voice low enough for only her, and the set of partners working at the desk next to theirs, to hear. She could swear she heard the two students giggling.
She studied the box labels carefully before locating the one she was told to grab, and hurriedly returned to their work area, dark brown eyes trained on her shoes and not her teacher’s gaze.
