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 girl was working on Chrys's nerves. Maybe it was how she was raised, or maybe her mutation drove her to seek a high level of control in her life, but Chrys was never a fan of being spoken at and against. "I could always buy them after pointing them out to the staff," she finished in a whisper. She could cause that scene and call her out on what was obviously a theft, but this was a problem she wanted to resolve on her own.
The staff noticed the tense altercation and one employee started walking through the space between the counter and the wall. "Are you okay, Miss Van--"
"You stay there!" She did not bother looking at the peasant worker. She was the princess; she had the tiara. The command was forceful enough that the woman did indeed stop, even if it was out of confusion.
The girl was still questioning Chrys's desire for the earrings, still insisting that she did not have pierced ears for a reason. What angered Chrys was the need to keep the reason quiet when it was such a good one! She would have to think of another plan of action!
With an annoyed sigh, she started digging through her purse, until she found what she was looking for, (sort of.) The long pin caught her palm. She pulled it out and a small dot of blood poked out from her skin. From there, it was a rather quick action: one hand grabbed her earlobe, and the other took the pin in its fingers and plunged through the soft tissue.
The employees gasped, but they did not move. Things were taking a weird turn, and they were not paid enough to intervene. Folding her arms over her chest, Chrys ignored the sharp pain of stabbing herself; this was no time for fun. "Okay, happy now?" The needle was still fitting neatly between her middle and index knuckles, the point coming outward from her fist.
The younger woman was quick to sass Chrys for her "opinion," (which was not an opinion when she was clearly right and the ponytail girl was clueless and poor and rude.) It was actually pretty impressive for a girl who committed a crime literally fifteen seconds prior to be taking a screw off attitude with someone who clearly witnessed the act.
Her comment brought Chrys's attention to the presence she could feel resting on her head. Not one to get flustered quickly, she brushed off the accusation. "Yes. They have my debit card, so this is mine if I say so. Heck, this store could be mine if I say so." Admittedly, a propensity to gloating was never a great trait to take into a confrontation.
When the state of Chrys's ears were called into question, she found herself more annoyed. There was a simple explanation to counter the comment with, but Chrys had to follow rules, and one of Daddy's biggest rules was "no revealing her mutant identity," at least not in a public place and to a stranger who would walk away.
Chrys's urge to make sure the girl would not walk away was growing. "It's not too difficult a problem to fix now, is it? Just have to stab through a few holes." The "tough" exterior of the girl, with her many piercings and punk-rock get up, was not going to make Chrys back down, regardless of her attire. "Think I mind stabbing holes through things, blondie?"
Work was not as quick as her father promised. She started with her paperwork when her secretary told her of an emergency chair meeting she was being required to attend. Chrys tried to call the secretary into her office, but her father entered instead.
"Chrys... it's a meeting. You have to go, and you can't just... well, your secretary disappearing would be suspicious."
Chrys's body tightened up at the tone of her father's voice. She was straddling the border of being in trouble, and she was not willing to get on her father's bad side. "I know... It's just so boring."
"It's a job. It cannot be fun and games." His authoritative voice made it clear: this was not a debate. It was a command.
Chrys's eyes lowered to her desk and her shoulder's slouched forward. "Yessir..."
Not looking at his daughter, Mr. Van Hart walked toward the large windowed wall of her office. "Speaking of fun and games..."
Chrys knew where the conversation was going, and she mustered up whatever ability she had to lie to her father. "It's nothing daddy. It's just a home thing. Pet Games."
"Pet Games don't work with strays. You can't trust strays when you let them go."
She could feel a chill in her spine. It happened when her father spoke of the Games and she could not understand why. "It's a good puppy! He'll be fine."
"They are all fine until they get away. And then..." He did not need to complete the sentence: police. Questions. Disappointed daddies.
"I know, sir..."
Her father left the window and moved to his daughter, whose eyes were still averted. "There's only one way Pet Games end well."
Chrys whimpered. She did not like how Pet Game had to end when she had a good puppy.
Her father took her chin very tightly in his hand and turned her head, forcing her to look up at him. He was very conscious to keep his hand on her chin and away from her mouth. "One way, Chrysi.
"You put the puppy down."
Chrys looked up, but her father's eyes were empty and unforgiving. "Understood?"
"...Understood."
***
The meeting dragged on for three hours, keeping her out of the office until the late afternoon. She was exhausted for multiple reasons. The rest of her week was work-less, so she needed a day to unwind.
Chrys entered through the door to see Akshay still on the ground of the living room. (Where else would he be? He was chained up.)
Before Akshay could say anything, Chrys kicked off her heels and took strides over to lightly tousle his hair. Once she was done with that, she stepped back and plopped herself down into the sofa.
Chrys grabbed the remote and turned the television on, switching over to Discovery in hopes of a medical special of some sort. After a deep sigh, Chrys patted the spot on the couch next to her. In a quiet, almost apathetic voice, she commanded, "Come. Sit."
Malls were so busy with poor people and useless people during the winter months, but Chrys was pleased to know that the unwashed masses were running like a current through the halls, the clothing stores, and the electronics shops for those parents who needed a way to shut their kids up. They would not bother peering into the haven of high-class jewels Chrys was treating herself to.
She was one to complain about work (a lot) (because of how boring it was,) but there were benefits. She already had plenty of family money to live happily with, but with her job working maybe forty hours a month, she was getting her own convenient wave of disposable income. Her paycheck was impressive enough, but Christmastime also meant bonus time, and bonus time meant flashy jewelry time!
The trip to the jewelers was like a trip to the candy store for Chrys, who carried herself with roughly as much poise and composure. It was an endless chain of, "Let me try that bracelet!" and, "Can I wear more than one necklace at once?" and, "Do you carry tiaras?" The only thing professional about her was her attire; she had to go into the office for an hour in the morning, (which was a drag,) so she was still wearing a white blouse and a pencil skirt.
The staff would most likely love to ignore her or punch her in the nose if they did not recognize her name and her debit card. There were other shoppers when Chrys entered, but they all filed out, which she was fine with. It meant she was the princess and this was her royal jewel collection! No one would dare mess with her collection.
Or so it would seem. The employees were in the back looking for a necklace with "bigger sapphires," and the only employee on the floor was crouching, pulling out a ring from the display case. None of them caught the girl with the punky-looking blonde finagling her way into a jewel case.
Her royal jewels!
Sure, it was an earring shelf, and Chrys's mutation kept her from piercings that lasted more than a day or two, but she could totally wear those on days when she felt like stabbing her ears!
It did not matter what else she could buy, (including the diamond-studded tiara she forgot she was still wearing,) because the out-of-place girl took the one piece of jewelry that mattered.
While the employees were still frantically trying to do their best for the big spender, Chrys took swift strides over to blondie and shoved her shoulder with a palm to get her attention. "Hey punk, those are mine." She was not being loud, but she was being huffy. The employees were clueless to what was going on, but the girl would know that Chrys was cross with her. "Give'em back."
Still continuing her petting as her heavy breathing converted to yawning, Chrys smiled sleepily. "I prefer Master, Mistress, or Gumdrop, but you did so well tonight, no punishment." She was such a kind mistress.
Chrys got to her feet and walked away to her room, calling back over her shoulder. "Going to bed! Sleep well, sweetie. Tomorrow's gonna be a fun day!" She would return to her large, comfortable bed, and Akshay would enjoy his plush carpet and doggy bed of pillows.
***
"What??" Chrys did her best to keep her voice down on the phone so as not to wake her new pet up. "Daddy, I can't come into work today! ...Because I have... home things to do... Gah, fine! Just for a few hours, but if anyone tries to hand me more work, I'll nail them to the janitor's closet door!"
Chrys hung up the phone and looked down the hall, listening closely to hear any rustling from Akshay. She heard nothing, so it was possible she kept her voice down enough to let him sleep. They were going to have so much fun! But the fun would have to wait; she had some unavoidable (and boring) paperwork to get done at the office if she expected to sit out and play for the rest of the week.
Looking through her fridge, there was leftover steak and lobster from her family dinner two nights prior. Chrys was not a big eater, but she always ordered plenty of food so she could bring leftovers home for the very purpose she now needed them for.
Quickly heating up the food, she assumed they might be passable for her puppy. It was not the best lobster she had ever had, (which was actually just a testament to the quality of food she was accustomed to,) and she hoped Akshay would not mind it. The puppy needed to get proper nutrition so he could be ready for playtime.
Placing the food in a dog bowl she kept in one of the dish drawers, she quietly left the bowl near Akshay's bed and went through a coffee table drawer to find her post-it notes and a pen. With those in hand, she darted to the hallway closet and found an old sketchbook and a pencil set.
Dear Puppy,
I was called into work. Sad face.
Away for a few hours.
Don't try running. We're still connected
So I'll find you.
Sure, he'll believe that.
While I'm out, make me something pretty.
Like something in a comic.
Do good and no cutting tonight! Winky Face
Yep, he'll believe that too.[/color]
Chrys set the post it notes on the wall next to Akshay's pillows and begrudgingly left the apartment to get to work.
But isn't that also assuming everyone in the Order is on the same page? It doesn't seem farfetched that a member of the order could think a show of force would be the right idea and do such independently and in the name of the movement as a whole. Not everyone involved might be as conscious of what is a good or bad idea and see this as an assertion of dominance.
Chrys smirked. The boy was learning. Or giving up, which was the first step of learning. "Good..." Chrys kissed his neck, (maybe adding a light nibble or two based on the sensation on her own neck,) and her fingers tugged the elastic waistband downward. "Now relax. Let me show you I'm not all bad..."
***
Chrys rested on the carpeted floor, feeling the soft, plush surface against her bare back. Her body was still tingling all over and glistening with sweat. She used all the tricks she was taught to remind Akshay that she could be a very good girl when the situation called for it. Sure, he had some claw marks on his back that she was still feeling, but she could feel the pleasure far outweighed the pain.
Between exasperated breaths, satisfied words passed through Chrys's teeth. "Good... good boy..." Her hand blindly patted around beside her until it found his head. her fingers began running themselves through his hair in a petting motion. He did well... for his first night.
Chrys stood in wait as Akshay disrobed further, keeping a hand at her hip and the other covering her mouth. At the sight of his unique boxers, the hand stifled a snorting laughter. "All about the comics, huh?" It made sense for a comic shop owner to be nerdy, but it was weird to combine that with his persona as a smooth, dancing party guy. The duality of people was surprisingly unexpected.
Akshay was probably learning that too.
Chrys stepped closer, down to her underthings as well, but Akshay was still noticeably tense (for some reason.) She placed her hand on his chest, drawing her nails across his skin. It was too soft to draw blood, but just enough to remind him of her sharpened manicured nails.
She moved in quickly to kiss Akshay, her tongue flitting past his lips. Now that the bond was already formed, there was no need to hesitate, and she did want to show that his reward was in good faith.
After a bite of the lip, she pulled away and looped a finger into the elastic waistband of the man's nerdy boxers. "So am I rewarding you, or are you too tired for the night or something?" He did admittedly have a full night of dancing and being drugged.
Aurion was asking if he fell into her trap? Chrys could not help but grin. "Well, of course. All it took was torturing an innocent civilian, getting my tongue 'sliced,' tempting you with touch, and seducing a kiss out of you!" She nuzzled her head against his chest as he pulled her close in preparation for the ride. "To your credit, most big guys are way easier than you. Seriously, I thought you'd never want to screw." The colloquialism made her chuckle as it passed off her lips. Words were funny.
When asked about her money, she nonchallantly replied, "Yup, lots. Lots and lots. I'm like, really rich." It was a nice lifeandtheywere off!
The ride was... wow. Was there a rollercoaster that compared to the running and jumping and soaring of her Big City shortcut? Aurion might have been showing off, but he deserved it. He transitioned her so she was being kept in place with nothing more than his strong tail. It was not comfortable, but it added the thrill of feeling like she could slip at any moment and fall to the ground with a splat! Her heart pitterpattered excitedly, with big pounding beats coming with every jump up the wall of her apartment building.
She was set onto the floor of her balcony, with her pulse still pounding excitedly. The life-or-death stunts got her blood boiling again. "That was... oh my... Aurion, you are the best plaything."
She got to her feet, keeping herself wrapped in the blanket as she opened the balcony door, (and realizing for the first time that she should start locking it.) The glass door opened to reveal her lavish penthouse apartment. Biting her lip, she offered, "You can go now. Or you can come in. You have earned a stay if you'd like, and I might want to do things to you again soon." Stupid stunts. Maybe she should try skydiving? It would be a fun chance to kill someone in freefall!
The flitting tongue across her palm sent a tingling sensation through her arm and straight to the core of her body. After giggling, she replied, "Silly Aurion... I'm bad for everyone." True, he was designed well against her power, but there were other ways. She earned some of his trust, and that could be useful. If worse came to worst, maybe she should just carry a crab hammer?
"I didn't drive to the club," she said, shaking her head. "I was going to pick up some big dumb guy who would drive himself into a trap," she admitted, not realizing the irony that she was sharing the information with a big guy who was indeed "picking her up," even if it was just to bring her back home to sleep.
Chrys explained the easiest route to return to her apartment. "And it's the top floor, so you can probably just get us to the roof!" It would be easier than being carried through the lobby naked and in a blanket carried by a lizard man.
Akshay's dancing was just as impressive as it was in the club; possibly even more so now that his shirt was removed. It was less of a sex appeal quality as much as it was the additional visual access to his body movements. As his joints and limbs shifted, Chrys was able to sketch and diagram his movements. Having him instruct her on the dance floor was fine, but examining his every movement was much better for data collection.
Akshay did not say anything, but if he did, it would have probably gone unnoticed. Her attention was captivated by his elbows, shoulders, neck, waist, legs, wrists. The temptation to dissect was strong, but how terrible would it be to brand herself as a liar?
When the song wrapped up, Chrys picked up the remote and muted the television as the next song started fading into existence. She was pleased with what she collected, and more pleased with Akshay's good behavior.
The mistress of the house placed her sketchbook back down on the table. "Very good! Everything's better when you do as you're told."
Chrys stood from her seat and started sliding off her dress. When she looked up, she realized that Akshay did not understand the proper order and what exactly she was doing. In a matter-of-fact voice, she explained, "Um, it's reward time for good behavior." Duh.
Akshay still appeared to have a hard time grasping the situation. As she slid the dress down her narrow hips, leaving her in her underthings, she rolled her eyes. "I freed your arms right? You can take off your own pants." Maybe he just needed to be given the order? Perhaps he was a better puppy than she gave him credit for. "Now ideally. Unless you don't want rewards."
It was a new brand of ego boost when Aurion complimented her. Chrys was used to praise for her soft, silky complexion and texture, but never from a man who had spent a life time experience nothing like her. For Aurion, she was one of a kind, and that came with a selfish degree of joy. He mentioned her to be addictive and she smirked. "Most bad things are." True. Facts.
Even if Aurion did not have a bed, it was still reassuring to know that the beast man had a place to stay. "I think I'll stick with my high-rise apartment for the night, but maybe I'll go take a look at this 'Sanctuary' of yours one day." It sounded like it would have to be an interesting place to keep a resident like Aurion.
Chrys clearly had no watch, but she could guestimate the time based on when she left the club, so it was easy to assume it was getting late. After a cute little yawn, she frowned. "I should be getting back.. I have work in the morning." Daddy would be cross with her if she was late.
"Give me a ride, handsome?" Not like she would be able to exit the current situation on her own anyway. She gathered up her clothing and held it against her chest, but elected to remain in her unclothed state, wrapped comfortably in her blanket burrito.
The onomatopoeia tickled her eardrum. It was nice to see that Akshay knew how to behave properly; besides the hassle of losing her plaything, she was still very interested in the lean young Indian man. She chose him because he was intriguing, and she still had plenty of fun uses for him. She ran her fingers through his black hair. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Chrys removed herself from Akshay's back, and just as quickly grabbed the collar of his shirt to lift him to his knees. "Now dancing was fun, but I still want to see more."
Taking the knife carefully, Chrys ran the blade from the bottom of Akshay's shirt all the way to the collar. After more shredding of the sleeves, she pulled away the destroyed cloth. "You're going to dance for me some more so I can see how you work. Play nice, and I'm happy to reward you." Positive reinforcement was important when training a new pet. "You dance like the marvelous machine you are, and I'll leave all your ligaments intact!" She was a very gracious master.
Pulling the key to his handcuffs from the plunging neck of her dress, she undid the locks while giving fair warning. "Remember: You've already seen what happens if you try hurting me, so there's pretty much no point." The handcuffs were more for show (and fun) than necessity.
Chrys returned to her spot on the couch, picking up an anatomy sketchbook from the table. She grabbed the remote for the television and turned to the dubstep-y music channel to provide Akshay with appropriate music.
With her pencil in hand, she gave Akshay her big doe eyes and a pleasant smile. "Okay, dance now."
