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.
>> “You shold, Chrys. The owner will definitely give you the V.I.P. treatment. I know because, heh, the owner just happens to be standing in front of you.”
Chrys was not expecting Akshay to be the owner of his own comic shop. Ironically, that tidbit of bragging could prove to be a saving grace for the dancing man. Any thoughts of killing Akshay were out the window; people were less likely to question the disappearance of a coworker over the disappearance of an owner. It would be too messy a situation to put herself in.
The second, more selfish reason for keeping Akshay alive was the guarantee of VIP comic access! She would get to play with him and then be treated to special access at his shop. It would be like having a long-term pet with benefits!
The positives of choosing Akshay were overwhelming, so it was settled. Chrys fiddled with the orange peel on the edge of her glass coyly. "I do love getting special treatment... I'll have to take a look."
She looked up from the glass with her best bedroom gaze and smirked. "Maybe in the morning?" So she was going to come across as easy; it did not matter now. She had her hook deeply lodged in Akshay, so she was not going to see him slip away as she reeled him in.
Chrys giggled before taking another sip of her new favorite drink. "You certainly are!" Akshay had his own brand of charisma. Even if she had not tagged him as her property for the night, he could have quite possibly won her over with that personality.
>> “You should come around more often. My friends and I always come here. We all work together just down the street, at the comic shop around the corner? One Comic to Rule Them All? Heard of it?”
The young woman's eyes lit up at the mention of a comic shop. "No, but I love comics! I just usually get them delivered because daddy thinks they're a silly waste of time." It was one of Chrys's habits that her father disapproved of and actually voiced said disapproval, but she was a grownup now and could buy what she wanted with her money.
It was convenient having her comics delivered, but if she knew a shop owner as fun as Akshay, it could be fun to try a more personal purchasing approach. "I'll definitely have to visit," she added excitedly in an almost sing-song voice.
Oh yes. She quite literally had him in the palms of her hands. It would be feeling almost too easy if he was not a man and she was not incredibly confident in herself.
>> “One Heineken and… You look like…a San Francisco woman to me. And one San Francisco.”
Chrys was not one to picture herself as a large west coast city or a drink named after a large west coast city, but when she saw the bright enticing color of the cocktail, she was more apt to agree. "I think you've got me figured out then." Pretty and sweet and bad for you!
>> “I don’t think I’ve seen you at this club before. You new around here?”
Chrys had been to the establishment before, but she was not a "regular" or anything; it was far too low scale to be her favorite place. The smaller, low-key clubs were just very useful; they were common in New York, so she could hop to and fro without being too recognizable.
"If you mean to town, I'm a New York girl through and through." She took a sip from her cocktail glass, very pleased by the sweet mixture tingling on her tongue. "Mmm. As for this club, I've only been once or twice. Normally I end up being dragged to upscale clubs by my other rich friends, so it's nice to come to a place like this sometimes."
Was it rude to mention that she was rich? It was honest, and even guys liked money, right? "I certainly don't find dancers of your caliber where I normally go." She figured it would not hurt to add a smile and a compliment after blurting out her affluent status.
He was puffing up with goofy bravado. They both knew he was on her hook, and it was only a matter of time until she reeled him in. If he was a fish, he was not even swimming in the other direction.
The fish imagery was starting to make her hungry again...
Chrys pressed herself into Akshay a bit more intentionally. She was not fluent in body language, but she had an understanding of the language; the subtleties of the language eluded her, but she was fine with being less than subtle. "I am good at identifying my property."
The song finally came to a close, and Chrys was actually having fun with the young man. He was advertising himself well; normally the dancing part of the night was mildly entertaining and just the means to a more mischievous end. She could only imagine how much fun she could get out of the man by the end of the night.
>> “You did awesome. I think you earned yourself a drink, on me.”
The idea of Akshay buying her a drink seemed silly since she could probably buy the small club if the idea tickled her the right way, but it was a gentlemanly thing of him to offer. "All that learning did leave me kinda thirsty," she agreed. She turned around and hooked two fingers into the collar of Akshay's shirt to pull him to the bar like he was on a make-shift leash.
Actually, a leash sounded fun...
Before she could dwell upon her new idea, the bartender waved her over. "Ma'am, you left your credit card here!" Oh right, she had abandoned the piece of plastic when she began her pursuit of the dynamic dancer.
Chrys took the card back, not phased one way or the other. "Thank you," she muttered, disinterested in the bartender. She turned back to Akshay, placing her hands on his chest, her doe eyes looking up. "So can you get me something sweet, you sweetie?" A victory drink would be nice before she brought home her prize.
>> “You’re…definitely a lot better than you let on. I’m beginning to think you’re trying to hustle me.”
Thankfully, Akshay did not jump on her disassembling comments, or she was even luckier and he still construed them as something flirtatious. (Men had the weird ability to look at anything in a flirtatious light if it was to their benefit.)
Still doing her best to copy Akshay's movements (and wondering if she would feel the distribution of tension with her powers,) she replied in a purring voice. "That's silly, Akshay. Why would I hustle you when I've obviously got you where I want you?"
You know, like a hawk eyeing a mouse! He was a cute, funny mouse at least!
When Chrys told people that she was an executive in her father's trading company, they always acted very impressed by her position. Some words were inherently flashy, and among those, executive, successful, and company ranked highly.
What was less impressive was how much of a figurehead she was; she had clout and stature but little responsibility or influence, like a queen. Being like a queen came with benefits, (like a short list of duties, a nice paycheck, and the ability to call employees "peasants," much to her father's chagrin,) but there were also downsides.
No one besides her peasants seemed to take her seriously. She was expected to sit in on the occasional meetings, but any time she proposed an idea, the entire room seemed to be smiling tensely until she finished and they could move on. Doctor Demente suggested that this could be an underlying cause of her need to seek control in personal situations, but Doctor Demente was a weirdo who thought Chrys was crazy.
The other big problem of being a figurehead was how often Chrys was told she was not needed at the office, or how often she was relegated to sitting and playing on a computer with nothing to do until the workday ended. Often, Chrys just left the building early in the day; no one would notice anyway.
One thing did suck about leaving work early: she had nothing to do. Chrys loved the nighttime because she could go dancing or stalking or any of the fun things she enjoyed, but in the daytime, most of her favorite games were off the table.
Chrys went to the park sometimes, because she heard people liked the park. Every time she tried it, she quickly realized that people were weird. The park was dull.
The faux-business woman was sitting on a bench, still in her nice white work blouse and her pencil skirt. Her head was pulled back so she could look up at the sky, but there were not even any clouds to look at!
"Everything's SO boring!" she groaned. Something needed to come along and spice things up, or Chrys was going to have to make her own fun.
Akshay was a flatterer, complimenting her wonky form. His compliments were probably motivated by the desire to get in her skirt, but Chrysanthemum Van Hart had a weakness for compliments and praise, so the young man was doing himself some favors. If he kept it up, she might have plenty of reasons to keep him in one piece.
>> “Now, I hope you don’t mind this, but it is the best way to learn.”
Chrys was unsure of what Akshay meant until he repositioned himself so his upper body and arms were pressed closely against her own. She did not mind this new game; he was being far more well-behaved than some boys and their games.
>> “Arm popping is simple. It’s all about tension."
Chrys could feel Akshay's arm flexing and tightening his musculature one area at a time. It was exciting to feel him operate, section by section.
>> “See? Start with the upper palm of her hand, flex it like this, move up to the tricep, the bicep, and finally your shoulder.”
Akshay changed it up, moving the tension in an organized pattern from his digits to the base of his arm. It was fascinating, like he was proceeding to open and close valves, letting the tension move into one area before opening the next section to it.
Chrys did her best to mimic the movements. She was not matching it perfectly, but she understood the concept. Where the tension seemed to flow naturally into each section of Akshay's arm before halting, Chrys could only manage to have all the tension switch into the next area, making her movement more choppy, but she was getting there.
>> “Once you practice like this, it is just a matter of speeding up and popping with the beat. Like this.”
Clearly Akshay was slowing himself down for tutorial purposes, because he quickly shifted speeds to match his popping perfectly with the beat of the music.
Chrys did her best to match the beat, but she was still inexperienced, her arm still transitioning in a jerky fashion. Still, she was improving, which was the best she could hope without the years of practice Askahy probably had.
"You're like an amazing machine," she mused, giggling. "I'd love to take you home and take you apart." Was that a sexy thing to say? Maybe the music would be loud enough that he did not hear her right.
Oh well, she'd just have to make sure to double her efforts. Akshay was well behaved, but maybe if she inched the rest of her body into a proximity that was a bit more snug, he would overlook any off-color comments from her. "I'm liking this lesson, though," she added sweetly.
She really was not. Well, she could dance as well as any twenty-something socialite because she studied other twenty-something socialites, but that mostly consisted of finding a male person and trying her hardest to fuse her body to him through contact and friction. Akshay's type of dancing seemed to require actual skill and dexterity to degrees that Chrys did not have the capacity for.
Another one of those dubbing-step songs started up and Akshay offered her a hand.
>> “Come on. I’m sure I can teach you a thing or two.”
Chrys smiled and took the hand. "Sure! Show me how you work!" Part of her wanted to just leave the club so she could enjoy her brand of fun, but dancing with this man would be fun too! Besides, she had plenty of play-time later, and he could show her new tricks! He could make her more awesome than she was, which was never an objectionable thing.
The dance floor was repopulated now that the battle was over, but Chrys and Akshay still had enough dancing room, possibly due to the respect the crowd seemed to have for Akshay. "So could you teach me how you do that arm-poppy thing?" She moved her arm in an attempt to mimic Akshay's dance moves, but she was unsuccessful. If he could prove to her that his ability to move was something learnable, she might even be nice and spare Akshay from games like Doctor and Autopsy.
That was a big deal! Those were two of her favorite games!
Oh good, he was playing along. Things would go so much easier if he did that. It would have been hard for her to handle it if he resisted or struggled. That would only be fun later.
Chrys could feel the eye-daggers cutting into her from the girls behind her, but she did not mind; on the contrary, the imagery got her blood pumping with anticipating. The girls yielded to the clear owner of the boy and retreated with their tails between their legs; victory!
And now she even had a cute little (or rather taller) prize made in India and just for her!
>> “Hah, thanks for the save, beautiful. If you hadn’t come along they might have, um, I-I guess ripped me apart and had their way with me? I’m Akshay!”
Chrys eyes widened at his original comment-- that was totally her thing! Three Barbie Dolls could not just move in on her game! It only took a moment before she pieced together that Akshay might be using some sort of euphemism. She was hit or miss with the non-literal, but she could play along with this one. "I'm Chrysanthemum," she greeted with a wide smile, "but it could be easier to just call me Chrys!"
She leaned in and whispered in in his ear, "And I wouldn't assume so quickly that you're safe... because letting me have my way is more enjoyable." For me... She considered nibbling his earlobe, but it was too early; she did not want him to notice he was bonded to her too early and have him run off.
She pulled away, flashing a sweet "daddy's little girl next door" smile. "I'd ask to dance, but I'm not sure I could keep up with the way that fascinating body moves..."
Chrys definitely achieved eye contact! And he made a grinny-face! Chrys knew enough about the rules to know that when the dancing machine was done musically beating the other guy up, it was so on!
>> “O-M-G! Like, you’re SO hawt!”
>> “You dance like AWESOME!”
>> “Have my dancing babies!!”
IT WAS SO ON.
Three airheaded blonde stupid-face bimbos had been more fleet-footed, beating Chrys to meet the man. There was no way the girls were playing fair to get out there so quick! They must have been moving in before the dance was even over!
Chrys could accept that she had lost out and had her fun with the loser, but that would be accepting that she was also the loser! Besides, she CLEARLY called eye-dibs! He was definitely hers!
But there were three skankosaurs, and Chrys's powers only worked on one person at a time. It would have been impractical for her to deal with one, walk out of range, return to bite another, deal with her, get out of range and STILL have another girl to get rid of. At that point, even Chrys might end up lightheaded and woozy from blood loss!
She was going to have to use a lame non-hurty solution. Being bold and forward might work if the man was as fun as he seemed and played along. If he didn't, she would just bite him and punish him for being mean to her. It was a win-win plan.
Chrys took the longest strides forward that her short body could manage, parting with two of the plastic-twins to get in between them and her prey. With a big, sweet smile, she tossed her arms over his shoulders. "Sweetie! You were sooo cool! The most awesome thing on the dance floor!"
With all the confidence of a woman who had no social fear, she turned her head to look at the girls, still smiling. "Oh? New friends? That's nice."
She turned to look back at the man with her big brown eyes, speaking softly, but not so softly that the girls would not hear her. "But I was really hoping that after another dance or two, we could go back home, so I could get nice and comfy..."
She had chosen her toy, and she would have him yet!
Chrys was just about ready to give up on her search for a fun new toy. No one on the dance floor seemed to be doing anything, which really made a dance floor seem pointless. Did people realize how dull they looked when they just started standing around for no good reason?
Of course, when Chrys found the reason for all the mannequinesque behavior, the woman's lips curled into a wicked smile. There were two possible playthings in the center of the dance floor, and they were magnificent. One was taller and his musculature was very well defined, and normally, Chrys loved that; to make a big, strong man hurt like a frail little girl. It was adorable.
But the man's opponent in what Chrys had been assured in the past was some kind of fight was the one she had her eye on. He was a pretty lean man; maybe even scrawny, depending on what he looked like under that jacket of his. She was quite possibly unremarkable.
But the way he moved.
Oh, the way he moved was beautiful. Every part of the mans anatomy was behaving like a separate entity. Each piece of him swiveled in a way she could only describe as marvelous. He was so intriguing! Chrys needed to ask him about how he could move like that.
And if she was lucky, maybe she could take a closer look at those mysterious joints and ligaments...
Chrys finished her cocktail and placed it on the counter with a credit card before jumping out of her stool and out to the dance floor.. She would just cancel it in the morning; it was less important than wasting time waiting for the bartender to cash her out.
Chrys nimbly maneuvered her way near the front of the crowd. She watched the man, giving him the eyes boys always loved. She had learned to look at a man right: like she was hungry and they were steak. He was absorbed in his dancing, but he would look up eventually.
She wanted him now, so he would be hers. If some other skanky girl wanted to stick her stupid self in the way, Chrys would just bite them. It was a sound philisophy that worked well enough in a crowded nightclub.
Daddy was so mean sometimes. Chrys had found a totally perfect and totally unwitting volunteer to play with at the business meeting of the day-- which was easily the only good thing to come out of one of those borefests. She was going to have so much FUN!
But Daddy gave her the look. It was the look he always gave her when she was eyeing a pool boy or using shredded documents to make her office look like Alaska. It was the "don't be a bad girl" look, and she did not want to disobey him.
Well, she did not want to disobey him when he was around.
She was in a sour mood after the meeting, and her moods were not easily broken. Even at the club, she was sitting at the bar with a drink in her hand, pouting. It was not a very crazy nightclub, so Chrys did her best to pick a tame enough outit, or at least ask a servant to pick one out for her.
Maybe it was because she was still sore at losing the Dent boy that afternoon, but Chrys was feeling very picky. A few men spoke to her, but she paid them no attention. There were pretty boys and strong looking boys, but they all seemed so... boring.
The night was getting late. Chrys needed to find a plaything or else she was going to have a painfully dull night. She turned to scan the dance floor. There had to be someone who seemed fun out there...
