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.
Chrys could feel her make-believe tail patting against the surface of the roof, and watched Aurion as he tried to fix the new-found sensation of brisk wind on soft skin to no avail. She could not help but giggle as he realized the problem and placed the blanket back over her.
And then things got better. The way Aurion reacted was so dramatic, she had seen men react less positively to sex. The joy was so entertaining, Chrys was officially in a giggling fit. "Wow, I didn't think you'd be so easy to please!" It was truly a revelation to see how much something like fur, which she took for granted, could mean to the scaly man.
"One second." Aurion seemed to be recovering from his cuddly ecstasy, so she was ready to share a new sensation. She wrapped the large blanket around herself so only her neck and head were exposed. Under the cover of the tarp, she undid the lacing on the back of her top.
Another person would probably begin blushing, but being unclothed was just an activity to her. What she was excited for was Aurion's reaction. "Ready?" Under the covers, her hands cupped and squeezed, and even she bit her lip, so it would be fun to see how a touch-less lizard man would react to touching and being touched like a woman.
When asked about her affinity for pain, she simply nodded. It was apparently an uncommon trait, so she did not spend too much time on explaining it. Instead she just tacked on, "An intense sensation like that... turns me on, okay?" It was such a pedestrian way to describe it, but it was the one way that made sense.
"Oh, surgeon was a fun game where I would cut them open and see how they worked!" It was an educational game for a fan of anatomy. "And daddy... well, I should just say he is important." Daddy always made it known that his business was not to be discussed outside of the office.
After a long fought battle with Aurion's stubbornness, Chrys had finally got her way and Aurion was giving in to her. The large creature leaned in, and it was almost funny to see someone so large and intimidating act so shy. Chrys turned and got to her knees to compensate for Aurion's height, even while sitting.
The kiss was... closer to normal than she anticipated. Despite the scaly lips, the shape and thickness was almost human, if not a bit more plump. While their lips met and his mouth was parted just enough, she slipped the tip of her tongue past them to brush against his own forked tongue.
After the taste, it only took a few seconds for the bond to really kick in. Immediately, Chrys could feel the pounding on her chest that was probably the pounding of Aurion's heart in his own chest, as well as warmth flushing... several areas of his body. The bond also came with a rather unique effect for Chrys: thanks to her partner's unique physiology, just above her bottom, she could sense a tail where there was no tail, like a phantom limb. "Cool..." She wondered how Aurion felt with the new change, feeling the chill of the wind on his(her) skin for possibly the first time.
Aurion pulled some sort of garb out of his bag, which was apparently filled with various materials, and he wrapped it around her shoulders. The furry side was a nice sensation on her skin, and she was quickly insulated from the cold winds. There was a blanket set on the ground which she chose to sit on rather than climb under for now.
He was fairly cold resistant it would seem, and the pain he mentioned feeling sounded more like some kind of emotional pain, but she let it slide. He asked her about the pins, which was something most people seemed to find peculiar. She was not used to answering those questions, because the people who were normally in her life treated her with very careful care, and the people she hunted usually did not get a question-and-answer session. "I've been playing games like that since I was a little girl. It's not anything serious; just some pain and a little bit of bleeding usually, which is nice." The thought of the pins put a dreamy smile on her face. "And big, tough guys act so different when they feel things how I feel."
Aurion admitted his inexperience, and even someone as thick as Chrys could understand why he did not respond well to her technique, which was admittedly for guys who had one thing on their minds. Aurion probably kept those things off his mind. "People call me a monster sometimes, too. I mean, mostly they try not to because when they do, daddy fires them or I play surgeon with them," she added as an afterthought. "But I just look like a human monster."
It was not Chrys's style to think about others, but the idea of sharing sensations Aurion had no understanding of was intriguing. She turned to look up at him. "Sorry about before. Um, if you did want a kiss, I could probably let you, well, feel a tit." He was the one who said it so bluntly, so there was little reason to change the wording. "Well, okay, it'd feel like feeling your own tit, but that feels pretty good! And I can feel someone grabbing your cheek!"
She brushed her hand on the furry interior of the makeshift blanket. "You could feel the soft fur. Heck," she let the blanket slide off her shoulders and let the chill of the wind brush her exposed skin. "You could feel the cold."
She looked up with her big doe eyes. It was really her last chance for something entertaining to do that night, and it would at least be a more unique experience than cutting up the same kind of shmuck as always. "It's up to you, I guess." Kissing and bed stuff was just an activity for Chrys, but a first kiss was probably important to most people, and it would be a shame for Aurion to miss out on that kind of stuff just because he looked like a monster.
FINALLY, a name! Aurion. It was the kind of name she would expect in a fantasy story. The old wizard Aurion. The king of darkness, Aurion. She was a fan. (Not like she had any footing to make comments about that with a name like Chrysanthemum. "You can call me Chrys, if you prefer." Her 'S' sounds were coming out more naturally now.
There was a knuckle on her lips, and she was just as annoyed to notice the coating of scales still covered it. After exhausting so much energy trying to woo him, she finally let her honest intentions pour out. "Because I had a great big stooge that I was going to be able to take home and play with, and then I saw you and you looked way more fun, plus you would probably be able to deal with a little pain way better than that guy who would have probably passed out after three pins in my waist, which would have been no fun, and you are so deadset against being my plaything, and I don't like being said no to, and I was even going to play a bed game with you because most people are weird and probably don't play those with you because of your teeth and scales and stuff."
With everything now off her chest, there was a small moment of quiet. Now that the excitement was blowing over and her engine was starting to cool down, she remembered the downside of club clothes on a rooftop. "I'm kinda cold." She crossed her arms under her chest, rubbing them with her hands to generate warmth.
Looking up at him, she wondered aloud, "Um, do you feel cold?" She did not mean it as "was he could now," but rather, "do you ever feel that sensation."
Chrys was ready to turn tail and move on from the impossible situation, when an even more impossible result arose: the large being seemed to warm up to her! Apparently it took losing all feeling in her tongue and giving him her sad pouting face, but it was success nonetheless! (She should have thought of the pouty face earlier; it was the easiest way to get what she wanted from her mother and father, after all.)
Before she could react, she was scooped up into the strong arm of the beast-man and he whisked her away through the air, reminding her of how impressive a physical specimen he was. Her mouth was almost level with his, and the thought of sneaking a taste of his tongue popped into her head, but she had already done a lot to earn his trust, so being sneaky could just result in him dropping her from several stories in the air.
He placed Chrys down on the roof and cited the police as the reason for their quick escape. "Oh right, them! Thank you. Daddy would have been tho croth with me if he had to clean up thome more of my trouble." Not that there would not be more trouble on the horizon, she was sure.
He asked about her tongue, and she poked the tip, feeling a dull sensation that signified the slow return to true sensation. "He'th out of range, tho it's getting better." It would have been a real bother to permanently be without the ability to taste or feel kisses like, well, that bleeding guy far down on the street. "I'm Crythanthemum, by the way." Even with her 'S'es impaired, her name was still clear enough.
Now that they were in a secluded, well, rooftop, Chrys approached the tall being and twirled a ragged tuft of hair from his scraggly beard around her finger, and even that feat required Chrys standing on tiptoes. "Tho, have I earned a kissth by now?" If she could get one good taste of him, there was so much fun to be had! He would get to feel the sensation of touched skin, and she would get to play with his sharp claws and teeth!
The creature seemed more apt to believe her mutation, even if he was still skeptical of her. He asked about her discarded prey, which would have been a touchy subject if the beast seemed to have any problem with the pain of humans. For him, it would probably increase her credibility, so there was no harm in honesty. Flatly, she replied, "He was dumb enough to inject himself with a sedative." Seriously. How dumb could a person be?
He caught Chrys off guard, employing a test of his own by cutting the prey's tongue. The inflicted man dropped to the ground screaming, and Chrys also let out a yelp, though hers was equal parts euphoric and painful. She retained her tongue, but the pain receptors were overreacting as though she had not. She could no longer feel any sensation in the tip of her tongue, which would have been more annoying if she was not enjoying her pain.
She still thumped a weak fist on his chest. She did her best to scold him, even if her numb tongue was hindering her speech. "HEY! Tho mean! How am I thuppothed to endoy kithing theeling like I have hath a tongue missing?"
As much as Chrys was not a fan of admitting defeat, it was hard not to consider it. He was too tall for her to sneak a taste of his tongue or eyelid, and he was starting to seem like he'd never agree to play with her. With a disgruntled sigh, she removed her hand from his chest. "Thine. Ethcuse me for thinking you'd like to theel in that thchell of yours." She was pouting, as even the pain of her tongue was starting to transition from a cutting pain to a throbbing pulse. She was starting to wonder if she could carry the unconscious moron in the alley and cut her losses.
We will definitely be enjoying a Chrys/Sonny thread soon, but probably not tonight. I am content for the evening cruising with my docket of threads. When we do play with the girls, should we have them meet for the first time or should they have an established relationship beforehand?
The creature was as confused as Chrys was annoyed, which anyone else could have expected to be the other way around, given the circumstances. How was it so hard to convince the towering beast to give her one darn kiss when she could get any stupid human to crawl for her? His stubbornness was not appreciated, but it was also a challenge she would not shy away from.
And speaking of a crawling, stupid humans, the man seemed to summon a drunk one out of fear, (a feat that did not go without her respect.) "Sexy," she mused to herself. Not about the man, who was sadly average.
She was ordered to demonstrate her ability on the man, which posed a new problem: if he knew what she wanted to do to him, would he still play with her? It was not likely. She had to display her power in an appealing way. Well, appealing for someone who was NOT her.
Sighing, she submitted. "Fine, but then I expect you to play with me," she said adamantly. She approached the presented prey, feeling like a hunter being handed a trophy she did not earn. She licked the man's cheek and knew the bond was in place.
Instead of clawing at her skin or sticking a pin in her shoulder, she opted to perform... well, an action that was probably less than appropriate on a public sidewalk. Nonetheless, a purr of pleasure rumbled in her throat, matched by the man, who was feeling the same sensation, despite a lack of exact anatomy.
Chrys rolled her eyes. "See? I just share feelings. It's good private fun." She sidestepped the man and approached the beast, placing a hand on his chest. (Which was pretty much as high as the tiny girl could reach on the towering titan.) "I already had a playmate, but he was so boring compared to you."
She was exerting far more effort than she was used to earning the man's desire. She returned to her purring voice one more time, almost begging, "So was that worth one tiny little kiss?"
Chrys was disappointed; the guy (whose name she really had to learn) was adamantly opposing the idea that she was a mutant. He seemed to imply that she should video tape her bed games for the public, which was just silly. Those videos were for special people only!
The man had a much less friendly reaction to her touching him. In a very quick moment, a clawed hand was wrapped tightly around her neck and lifting her off the ground. The pressure against her windpipe left her biting her lip, but the joy she was obtaining from his assault was diminished by a problem: he should have also been feeling the crushing pressure on his throat, and he clearly was not.
There was another threat accompanied by bared teeth, but she was too bothered to get excited. He dropped her back to the ground, and she started to pout. Instead of running off (like he probably wanted,) she stared at him, with frustration painted on her face. "Nothing? You feel totally fine? No... random pain at all?"
It made no sense! She did everything right! Unless...
Those scales! They must have been impervious to her effects like hair or fingernails. That posed a new issue. "No fair! Um, do those scales cover all of your parts?" she asked innocently. Her first thoughts involved his eyelids or possibly his tongue. Maybe she could lure him into a kiss? Because seduction was going great thus far.
"C'mooooon," she wined. "My tongue probably tastes delicious! How about a little taste?" She was willing to ignore the likelihood of losing a chunk of her tongue with her current plan of action. She was being refused, and she ALWAYS got her way!
He was playing hard to get, but she could have sworn there was a stagger in his step, if for just a moment. She had caught him off guard. With his condition, it was quite possible that women-callers were rare for the big man. That was almost a shame; the bed game was just a silly game she was taught to play, but for other people, it seemed like an important thing. If she was lucky enough to pick her own game, (voodoo doll or possibly doctor,) she could certainly consider playing something nice for his benefit.
If it was a good boy, of course, and that was still far off in the distance.
He called her a mutant whore, which gave the first whoring comment some context. Oh, I'm the whore! The idea made her giggle; daddy would have had the beast killed for a comment like that, but it was silly to her; she was a princess, not a whore.
Being asked to prove her mutant identity was more of a problem. To show her mutation, she would be giving up her ace in the hole. How likely was he to play nice if she told him exactly how she wanted to play with him? It was a last-ditch effort, but she tried to excuse herself with another flirtatious line. "My mutation isn't, how you would say, public friendly."
Maybe it was in her best interest to set up a link, just in case the encounter took a wrong turn too early. "Besides, a taco won't hit the spot. I know a place where you can take a bite of something very yummy." Throwing caution to the wind, she looped her arms around the scaly bicep of her unwilling companion and kissed a scaly patch, touching the tip of her tongue against his surface. It was not the most pleasant taste, but at least she could be happy knowing the connection should be in effect.
Getting closer to the large man, it was apparent to Chrys that he was not a "man" so much as a "creature," which did justify his marvelous height. She guessed the man was a mutant by his green color, but from point-blank range, the green was actually a coat of scales over his body. He was very much like a large, intimidating lizard.
He was so pretty, she wanted to put a collar on him.
With the complete lack of human traits, however, there was not much to prove the lizard-thing was even male. Thankfully, he replied to her compliment with a deep, rough voice, making her more confident with her deduction.
He mentioned whoring. He was the third person she could remember using the word around her that night, which seemed like a weird coincidence. He made a threat that centered around eating her, as if the man-thing needed any more help working his way into her heart.
She considered wrapping herself around his arm, but he seemed ready to do her plenty of harm and it was too early for that. Instead, she just continued at his side at an even, clacky pace. "Oh silly, I'm not a human!" Chrys hoped that he would warm up to her a bit more as a mutant instead of a human. It was normally not part of her normal plans to out herself as a mutant, but tall, dark and reptilian was not normal prey.
"Besides, I'm already hungry," she added in a bedroom voice. Did the thing even have... well, was it possible to seduce a mutant beast? She would have to find out.
It was a successful night for Chrysanthemum which she would attribute proudly to her charisma, charm, and accomplished social graces.
Or her tight, low-cut top. Oh fine, it was definitely the top. Alright, the victim-to-be was not a thinker. At one point she absentmindedly started fantasizing aloud about dissecting him-- like blatantly wanting to cut him open, and the dolt somehow thought she was using a euphemism. She could have been reading names out of a phonebook and he would have been smiling and nodding like a bobblehead.
So he was an idiot! He was also a former college defensive end! (For the whole half-semester he managed to stay in a college for.) He was really big and really muscular and that had Chrys's playtime energy flowing. Her powers did not scale, so a hammer to her tiny shin was going to hurt his meaty shin like he was a pretty little thing.
It was so much fun making a big man scream like a schoolgirl.
Chrys was draped on the firm arm of... Marky? Mack? It was an 'M' Name. She was draped on his arm as they exited the club. Chrys was so excited! He was such a big, strong man!
But then her eyes wandered across the sidewalk for a minute.
M-Something was big.
That green guy... was HUGE!
M-Dude was a sure thing, but how could she pass up such a unique opportunity? She positioned herself to face her now former prey and decided she needed a quick way to deal with him.
"Let's go. Now." With a confused face that she figured out was his default, he watched as she rifled through her purse until she found the sedative she usually used on prey or when problems came up. And then she handed him the sedative. She literally handed it to him and said, "Go in the alley and use this and I'll be there in a second for um, sexy things?"
His blank dumb face became a happy dumb face when she used the magic word and he gladly obliged and walked into an alley where he would inevitably knock himself out. Natural selection was slacking.
With him taken care of, Chrys did her best to catch up to the green man at a hurried pace signaled by the clacking of high heels. It was lucky that the towering man(?) was walking slowly, giving Chrys the chance to catch up and get beside him. "Hey there handsome, whatcha carrying?"
Chrys was huffing and puffing, but there was no one around to fix her boredom. Her daddy wanted her to travel around with one of his employees, but having the suits around was less fun than being left alone.
The disappointed heiress was almost ready to go fill her time with pointless shopping when a figure behind her cast a shadow, both literally with his presence and figuratively with his dark, heady questions.
Of course, her initial reaction would have been to turn around, but he said that doing that would make him walk away... and he was promising her some fun...
Whether he knew what "fun" was for her or not was his own issue, but she would continue with his game. "Oh, I'm destined for a lot, sir, but keep talking anyway," she replied in a dark, velvety voice.
The mystery man called himself Samael. He said he was "the angel of death." Chrys did not believe in angels, but if she did, she had to imagine the angel of death would be her favorite. He could not see her face, but her lips were curling into a wicked smile; he was heading in a direction she was interested in. "Oh? Please do tell me more, O Angel." Her tone was mocking, but her enthusiasm was real regardless. "Far be it for me to deny a divine request, right?"
I look forward to playing with you! (As does Chrys.)