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 consistent pulsing at her back was escalating her excitement, and her anticipation was growing as Akshay squirmed beneath her heel. There was nothing like the swell of power that came with hearing--
>> “Meow.”
Oh no. That would not do at all! It was cute, granted, but it was also a clear act of disrespect. Perhaps Akshay needed a very clear reminder of his situation.
The heel was lifted and Chrys dropped her tiny frame down, landing her bottom on his back, just between his bound arms. She straddled him, her knees on the ground at his sides. "Silly Akshay. I already had a kitty. He's gone now."
Chrys leaned down close, taking the knife still in her hand and pressing the tip of the blade against his cheek. "You are a puppy."
The tip of the sharp knife just barely poked his cheek enough to break the skin, which was a sensation reflected on her own pale cheek. It was not much pain, but it was certainly a tease. Giving into her base instincts for a moment, she leaned down far enough to nibble lightly on his earlobe before whispering. "Now bark... or I'll have to find another puppy to play with." She would if he pushed her hand, but it would have been such a hassle, so she hoped he would play his part like a good boy.
>> “Are you out of your goddamn mind? You can’t do this to people!”
Akshay had a spine, and was not going to take his new role lying down. Quite literally, he was trying to get to his feet. He would learn his place soon.
The knife was still in her hand, so she tossed it in his general direction, (which was actually not part of her skill set surprisingly enough.) As luck would have it, the blade clipped Akshay's arm. Judging by the burst of pain in her arm, it certainly broke skin, but was most likely not very serious. Only serious enough to prove she was willing to throw a knife at him for insolence.
Still wearing a shoe with a nice long heel, she took careful strides to him and placed her heel between his shoulder blades to keep him down on the ground. She could feel the pressure of her own pointed heel in her back, making it easy not to apply too much too soon. "No. Bad. Be good and we'll play Doctor. Be bad," she pointed to a wall where several unfriendly pieces of medical equipment were hanging in a belt of pouches, "And we can play surgeon." The implication was as clear as it needed to be.
"Now..." She pushed her heel in a little deeper, causing her knees to almost buckle at the pain in her back. "Bark."
>> “Um…Chrys? You know I’m into all sorts of stuff. Even kinky stuff every now and then, but a word of warning would be appreciated first.”
Akshay was taking things better than most, but it stemmed from giving the benefit of the doubt. He assumed she was just interested in the kind of things girls read about in trashy faux-BDSM novels and dark wish fulfillment comics. His assumption led to a new fit of giggles from his new mistress.
"Oh no, silly, it's nothing like that!" She grabbed the chain attached to his collar and tugged it lightly. "I kidnapped you," she informed him with a wide smile. "You're my pet now!"
Before she continued with the puppy orientation, she leaned in and licked the tip of his tan nose, establishing a bond. There was no reason to think he could escape, but it did not hurt to have insurance.
Now that she could feel the light pressure of a collar around his neck, she got back to her feet and approached a set of inch long pins. "Puppy rules!
"One: this is your room. Unless I take you somewhere else, you stay here. You try to leave," she stick a pin about half a centimeter into her shoulder, biting her lip at the piercing sensation, "I'll punish you."
"Two: When I want to play games, we play. If you play, it will hurt." No sense in lying to a captive, especially after he already had a taste of her powers. "You misbehave, it will hurt more. You misbehave too much..."
She picked up a small knife from a nearby table and held it to her own neck as an implied threat. "Well, then I reconsider letting you go at the end of the week." There; she gave him two very clear rules, and now he knew that if he was a good boy, he would be released at the end of the week.
The taxi ride was easy, but getting Akshay out of the vehicle and into the elevator to her penthouse apartment was more of a hassle. It would have been convenient to have some lug of a guy to do the heavy lifting for her, but a temptation in the apartment like that would not last long.
Once in the comfort of her own apartment, she had plenty of time to prepare Akshay's living arrangement. The first step was removing any phones or methods of communication from the living room. The next step was setting a bed area for her new pet. There was a plush purple rug accompanied by a large collection of puffy pillows. She did not want her new puppy to sleep poorly after all.
The large television was moved to the side to reveal a shackle setup bolted into the wall. To the metal ring, a long chain leash was linked, and on the far end of the leash, there was a collar.
It was just a lucky thing that Akshay was so lean; the collar would have dug into him otherwise.
After everything else was prepared, (such as food and water pails being set up in the corner and Akshay's arms being handcuffed behind him,) it was all about waiting. Chrys was sitting on her loveseat, bouncing impatiently. She had to wait for Akshay to wake up; when that happened, it could be playtime.
He was out for half an hour, which led Chrys to reevaluate her dosage distribution. When he finally started to stir, her eyes began to sparkle with excitement. She hopped out of her seat and plopped to her knees, taking Akshay's face in her hand by the chin and cheeks. "Oh goodie, you're back!"
With a wicked smile, she warmly added, "Welcome home, puppy!"
>> “Sure! I love cats. Um, if you want I can get us there, So long as you don’t mind riding on a ducati!”
Chrys looked up and spotted Akshay's ducati. She actually did not know what a ducati was, so it was a pleasant surprise to see a motorcycle waiting for her. She found herself conflicted; it would be beneficial for her to deal with him there rather than have him drive to her place, but at the same time, the impressed girl part of her brain wanted to take a ride on the bike. "That works."
>> “Come on. I have an extra helmet you can wear.”
The temptation was great. For a moment, she considered taking him up on the offer and hitting him mid-ride. (Logic tragically derailed that plan.)
When he finally turned away from her, she could feel the plastic of her sedative syringe at her fingertips. The moment was too perfect. She concealed the small bottle-like object on her palm and approached him from behind.
She rested her lips close to his neck, so anyone around would think she was giving him a taste of what was to come for the night.
And she was, but it was not the intimate kissing; at the other side of his neck, her fingers concealed the metal breaking his skin and the sedative entering his system.
Before he could react, she turned him around by the shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss as a means of shutting his mouth. The kiss lasted until the substance took effect. A bond was forged and she could feel her muscles lose tension as Akshay faded away.
Chrys propped him up long enough to call for a taxi. Before the driver could make a comment, she giggled and explained Akshay away with, "My silly boyfriend can't hold his drinks." It was enough to keep the man quiet.
It was not only going to be a fun night; with Chrys's relatively open schedule for the upcoming week, she might have just nabbed herself a fun new pet to keep around.
>> “Check please. Um, that could most definitely be arranged."
This night was amazing.
Akshay was all in with Chrys, and they were near the end of the path to a more private place. They both realized they were in for a great night, if not for different reasons. "Sounds like a plan." She allowed Akshay to pay (because men had to do that part; she learned at some point that it was important,) and they left the incredulous bartender.
Outside, it was a cool Autumn evening typical of New York. Chrys started digging through her pocketbook, but her sedative syringe was near the bottom of her junk. She had to be careful, lest she knock herself out on the sidewalk and blow a sure thing.
"Hey sweetie, if you don't mind, could we bring things to my penthouse? I need to... um, feed my kitten." She did not have a kitten, but she needed to fill her searching time for something other than silence. Regardless, his decision would not matter once the needle was found, but how many men were going to refuse a night at a rich girl's penthouse?
Aurion was getting nice and cozy with her, letting his hand wander along her breast, waist, and anywhere else her cut marred, which caused a soft tingling she could enjoy. It was no longer the stinging pain, but all good things had to end.
He placed his hand on hers. She was wondering if he did not like the looping circles she was making on herself, but she kept quiet and simply accepted his hand and let hers remain still. It was a unique night for Chrys, who was not used to post-coital cuddling. It would be too weird even for her to cuddle a corpse, and the men who lived were usually not up for sticking around when given the option.
Thinking about her penthouse caused a new question to surface. "Hey Aurion, where do you live?" Was he a homeless mutant? Were there many places in New York who would accept a giant beast of a tenant? The idea of letting him stay with her flashed through her mind, but that would restrict how easily she could bring new toys home with her.
Aurion's attempt at winking was an awkward one, like a creature attempting the act for the first time trying to mimic an over-the-top television personality. She giggled as he asked about her type. The thought halted her giggling, because she had no clue how to answer that. "My type?"
She was not interested in anyone the way most girls seemed to be, but she supposed there were traits she liked in her victims. "I guess it depends on if someone could be interesting? Recently, I picked up a scrawny Indian guy because he danced like a machine." Those were fun times. "But I guess I usually pick someone who is really big and strong. The linebacker-types become so helpless when they feel one little knife cut on my tiny tummy." She smirked, recalling a mini-montage of her top hits. "It's adorable."
Aurion pulled her closer, complimenting her for showing him a first time that exceeded expectations. Rather pleased with the praise, Sher wrapped herself around his leg with one arm, tracing an infinity symbol on her bare waist with the tip of her finger. "I was always taught to be a good girl," she mused proudly.
"I don't always use the same playthings twice, but that's usually because I break most of them." What was the fun of playing with a broken toy? "I would be more than happy to give you treats if you don't leave scales all over my penthouse." If she was going to have a scaly pet coming and going, he was going to be tidy or she was going to clean him up like a fish.
Aurion commented on the possible sensation of being eaten, a curiosity Chrys had spent plenty of hours daydreaming about. "Oh, it would probably feel glorious," she assured him in a dreamer's voice. "Plenty of tearing and breaking and stabbing. It would be euphoric."
Coming back to Earth, she added flatly, "You know, until we both died." Sadly, being consumed would have to live on in her daydreams, and as a top-five candidate on her list of ways to die. (How horrible would it be for her to go peacefully in her sleep?)
Aurion asked when she started becoming interested in men. It was a silly question. She had no interest in men. She just knew that good girls played games with men. Thankfully, the question seemed rhetorical, as an excuse for Aurion to answer his own question, mentioning the future. It was probably a reference to the future dreams people had. Chrys was left out of the supposed distopian wasteland, with her office being in the range of the initial explosion, and she was still a little sore about it.
Regardless, Aurion finally answered her question with the roundabout equivalent of a maybe. Giggling, she replied, "And if I find any scaly girls, you'll be the first to know."
She yawned and pulled her fuzzy blanket closer to her body to get comfy. Would he be offended if she asked him to carry her back home? They were on a roof, so a taxi would be inconvenient.
There was no rush, and she was cozy, so she was content with lying naked in the New York skyline for a while. He asked if she was alright, which earned another chuckle. Her hand poked out from the safety of the blanket to rub against his leg; they were still bonded, so why not let Aurion continue taking advantage of her senses and reminding him of his unique texture? "Oh, I am just dandy. Every man should be required to have claws by law. And you were so... well, strong. It hasn't felt like that since I was much smaller." She had a vague memory of playing and thinking the games hurt, but it was so long ago, the memories were barely there.
Her hand moved to the inside of his knee. He could not feel much besides a light pressure there, (shared with her leg of course,) but it was the thought that counted. "I'm just glad to see you didn't explode with feels or tumble off the roof in ecstacy. Was it as good as advertised?" Advertised not so much by her, but by an incredibly sex-centric culture.
It was over, but occasionally, Chrys's entire body would spasm underneath the comfort of a furry, blood-stained blanket. It was an unforgiving study in anatomy for the young woman's tiny frame. Her core was still very sore from a rigorous workout. She could still feel the pounding of a phantom heartbeat coming from her partner of the evening.
For someone who reveled in sensory activity, the sensory overload of feeling the pleasures of both participants was intoxicating. She was used to the bedroom games after lots of experience, but he was a unique physical specimen, and the feelings of a body reaching a new point for the first time was enough to cause her head to spin.
Or it could have been the blood loss. Admittedly, her system was already clotting the wound (which had been reopened at least twice during the action,) as well as the wounds Aurion incidentally gave her in the heat of the moment, ranging from the other side of her chest, her arm, her hip and her cheek. They would fade away, but for a day or two, she would have such attractive scars!
The deed was done, and Chrys was now lying there in recovery with Aurion sitting beside her. Her voice was still shaky from adrenaline and hormones, but she still asked, "See, that was probably a little tastier than making me a snack." Was it wrong to fantasize about being made into a treat?
Chrys looked at her cut up, but still pale and tender body under the cover of the soft blanket. She then looked up at her scaly, intimidating playmate. Looking back at her tiny little fleshy form again, she wondered aloud, "Would I be cuter to you green and big? Or are tiny pink things what you like?" Logically would a giant lizard man find a giant lizard woman the most attractive? After all, tiny pink things usually went after others in various shades of pink and brown. Maybe he would not have put up such a big fight if she were a she-monster!
The pointed claw dragged along her flesh slowly at first, causing a shallow cut just under her collar. Her nerves were flaring up in reaction, and her body started trembling as her wavering humming was escalating in pitch.
And then Aurion took the next step, creating a somewhat shallow, but nonetheless drawn out incision from her breast down to her waist. Her pale skin was becoming stained by the warm red blood oozing from the wound. It was not a dangerous level of blood loss, though in time, she would get lightheaded and dizzy, which was just fine. As it stood, she was already shaking between a mixture of pleasure and cold.
Now that her quota for pain was filled, (or filled as far as she decided Aurion deserved for his refusals,) she was revved up like a Harley waiting to be taken across the countryside.
Chrys placed her hand on Aurion's chest, feeling a very light pressure on her own chest overlapping with the sting of cold air intruding upon her lovely new wound. "Does it hurt?" she asked in an almost teasing voice. "Remember that the next time you say no to me." She winked, but she was serious; she liked getting her way, and a no would not be met with kindness twice.
Her hand trailed town his chest and to his stomach and down until she was past his stomach, touching one of the very few areas Aurion did cover. Chrys could feel his reaction in her own body, which drew a wicked grin out of her. "Now that you've been punished, I could reward you for being a good boy." The rooftop was high and it was late, so there was a very low chance of onlookers, and if they did happen to look, they were certainly not the types of people who would bring it up to anyone else.
She pressed a finger of her free hand into her wound, sending another jolt of pain through her. "Mmm, preferably before this heals up." Chrys's accelerated healing was a double-edged sword; it limited her play time, but it also kept her from accidentally... well, dying. It was a give and take. "Interested?"
The experience for Chrys was not far from what she was used to, with the exception of differing textures, feeling rough lips against her skin. The heat of Aurion's breath on her neck sent a shiver through her, and the tingling was sustained with his flitting tongue's presence.
And then Aurion drew first blood. It was not a big cut; his sharp tooth only grazed her. It was not much, but the initial sensation of torn skin had Chrys's toes curling, and a yelp of excitement emanating from her throat.
She shared plenty of pleasant experiences with Aurion, but it was now her turn to receive what she was owed before they returned to the last few items on Aurion's new experience checklist.
"My turn." Chrys allowed the blanket to slide down completely, exposing her completely to the cold winds and any nearby glances, flaunting her immunity to shame. She grabbed Aurion's scaly hand and held his sharp claws under her collarbone. "Cut... now," she growled.
When Aurion touched things, Chrys's brow furrowed a bit, and she could understand his plight. Whatever he was touching, the only thing she could feel at her palms was a change in pressure. "Only what you feel..." How sad it must have been to be trapped in a casing? For someone who was as addicted to sensation as Chrys, it would be like an eternal punishment.
Thankfully, punishment was put on hold for both of them, as they both seemed to be reveling in the sensations of squeezing and pinching. She could feel shifting in Aurion's musculature as he reacted to the pleasure, some similar to her own body (by arching and tightening) and others... less like her body.
Aurion's clawed fingers were dragging across his chest, and Chrys could feel the muted presence of something sharp against her own breast. It was dulled by the protection of his scales, leaving Chrys teased by the unfulfilled promise of the cutting.
Chrys tried thinking of another way a female body could enjoy touch (besides the obvious,) with one idea becoming apparent. She loosened the blanket's grip on her, having it slide lower to reveal her bare neck and shoulders.
Tilting her head away from him, she left her neck available. "Kiss me here." She considered having him bite her, but with his tendency to go into fits of pleasure, he might clamp down and kill them both. There would be time to make him bite and claw her soon; she still intended to punish him for being so stubborn, and he would probably prefer the pain of biting and clawing to the pain of a quick and violent death.
