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 felt like she was bound to her seat, which was normally something she would not mind, but there were no bindings. She was now being held down by her father's request, whatever it might be. For him to even mention her mutant identity, she had to believe his request meant exploiting her because of it.
And she could not fight him. His word was law, and she knew that. "W-what is it you need from me, daddy?"
"Do you know about M, sweetie?"
Chrys was not exactly one to keep her eye on the news, but the M stories had popped up once or twice in passing around her, even if the conversations were kept quiet. "I know... of it, I guess?"
Her father nodded, expecting an answer like that. It was certainly nothing that would dissuade him. "Yes, well, as you may or may not know, those involved in the production of the material happen to share your condition." Ever like the politician he was, her father would avoid words like "drug" and "mutant," always speaking carefully. It was a skill she had to use sometimes too; she was not as adept with it, but when it mattered, she kept her mouth shut.
"The venture seems quite... promising. And as a company who delivers, with such a wide collection of resources," meaning, of course, resources of legal and less legal varieties, "it could be very lucrative for both sides to work out an arrangement."
"And me?" Her role was obvious, but she would ask regardless.
"Sweetheart, your role is obvious. Your kind are far more likely to trust one of their own, especially in a time like this, so you will be my ambassador."
"Ambassador?"
"Yes... my will shall be operated through you. Like a puppet."
The man stood from his seat and smiled a wide, joker's grin as he opened up a drawer. "And we both know you're such a good puppet, right?" he asked, pulling out a bandana, the sight of which caused Chrys to tense up.
Chrys respected Tess's knack for high-level property damage. It was not exactly her own forte, but any level of destruction was admirable. She laughed and even snorted. "Remind me to call you next time I have do deal with some asshat in a sports car at work." In her line of work, they were not exactly uncommon.
Chrys took another big sip. "Do you have your jerk's number? We could leave him mean voicemails." Though with Tess's lack of phone, she was starting to assume her having that number was less than likely. "Or I dunno, we could drink more and call random people and just yell at him through them." It was all about exorcising anger after all, so did it really matter if it was being spent on the unsuspecting? "I mean, that'd probably be a good warm-up before we go out and cause more mischief?"
Chrys was developing a quick distaste for Tess's mystery man. He was forcing someone as sweet-- or failing that, at least interesting--as Tess to learn a life lesson the hard way: Men are Awful. She understood why Tess could not just hunt down a boy she could not find, but Chrys would make it a note to get his name at some point; then if she ever crossed his path, he would find her way more unlucky than some black cat.
Chrys nodded with a shrug. "I'm sorry sweetie. Guys suck. Daddy always taught me that. Boys are going to hurt you. It's what they do. That's why I hurt them first," she confessed with a wicked smirk. Everyone learned from life lessons differently.
Watching Tess drop gummy worms into her drink, Chrys was amused enough to reach over and steal a few. Sliding one past her lips, she bit into it to "open up" the sour inner body, before following it up with a big sip of her drink. The sweet flavor of her beverage was balanced by the sourness, and the whole concoction was topped by the fizziness of the drink. "Candy and booze. Enough of both and I'm sure we can get your mind off whatshisname and back into mayhem and troublemaking." Plus Chrys was dying to see what a drunk Tess would be like.
>> “Not much to tell. Had girlfriends before. Most leave because they can only stand me being a nerd for so long...”
Chrys stifled a chuckle at the image in her mind of Akshay patrolling Ebay for comics being sold by some stick in the mud girlfriend. Sure, a case could be made for someone's obsessive love of comics being annoying to some girls, but everyone has an obsession or two.
>> “Recently, the last girlfriend I just had broke up with me. Or was it mutual? ...But…I guess she just was never around. So we called things off. No big deal.”
As they were waiting in line for concessions, Chrys glanced at Akshay's expression as he described his last relationship. He said it was no big deal, but his mood did seem to change, (ignoring the outside circumstances of his imprisonment.) "Well... that sounds like it sucks." Empathy. She has it. "But it could be worse. I'm sure there is a hot nerd girl out there for you. Not like it's the most uncommon quirk around." Boy, it was a good thing Chrys was not a relationship-type of girl, because the hunt for the right guy might actually be a hunt.
"I mean, I get so busy, if I had a boyfriend I'd probably just have to constantly call in other girls just so he wouldn't get lonely." That was how relationships probably worked, right? Made sense to her.
Reaching the counter, Chrys reverted to girlfriend mode. "Ooo, everything looks so yummy! I think I'll have... um, the Crunch Clusters. How about you, sweetie?"
It was actually a bit of a risk, albeit a freeing one, to openly speak about her preferred extracurricular activities, but she trusted a delinquent thief not to go running to the police."So glad someone gets it."
Chrys elegantly plopped herself down on the other couch, resting her legs across an armrest and her head against the other. Listening to Tess's problem, it was hard to imagine the rough and tumble girl on a date, but it was more preposterous to hear some man stood her up! The nerve! "I'm sorry sweetie."
Chrys took another sip of her drink, in no rush to leave her comfortable spot until she had at least one or two of the bottles coursing through her. Her mood was turning at the idea of the absentee date; with few real personal connections, Chrys felt almost protective of Tess. Sure, she was a pauper, but she was Chrys's pauper-sister type. "Dumb punk. Want me to punish him? Or we could do it together. Like a teambuilder." They always mentioned those at business seminars, and to Chrys they always seemed like proper torture anyway.
Chrys pivoted on her heel to face Tess and her somewhat silly question. What did she do with all that space? It was the living room; obviously she used that space to live; otherwise, what was the point in naming anything?
Still, she had to give some sort of answer to the girl who was clearly outside of her element. "Well, let's see... Relax after work, watch television, torture guys. You know, typical living room stuff." She would be more hesitant to mention the last of her "normal activities," but Tess did not seem like the type to worry too much about the legality of someone's leisure activities.
"We'll go back out in a bit, but first," Chrys grabbed one of the hard lemonade bottles she just deposited in the fridge and tossed it over to Tess in the living room, "We're going to fix your tee-totaling lifestyle." The girl had to have at least one night of experience with alcohol if she was going to be such a delinquent.
Chrys grabbed a wine cooler of her own and twisted the cap off, taking a sweet, fizzy sip. "So I gotta know, what inspired a call to me of all people tonight? Can't imagine you needed help masterminding the gas station heist of the century." Oh hey, that was a pretty clever quip!
Well, at least he was getting a hang of the lovey dovey thing! It probably came natural to some people, and despite his nerdier behaviors, Akshay did strike her as quite the charmer.
Actually, that was a topic worth thinking about. He was a charmer, and not just in the "sex on the dancefloor" way. He had a great personality and, from what she had seen, pretty stable morals. It was rather surprising that he was even single. "You don't actually have a girlfriend, right?" Sure, he was hitting on her at the bar, and he was going back to her place before being knocked out, but some guys could just be sleazy, right? "Like, I wouldn't judge you for getting seduced or anything, but you just seem like the type of guy who would find a girl for yourself."
They made it to the ticket booth, and for a moment Chrys switched into a completely different conversation, rifling through her purse. "Don't think of reaching for that wallet sweetheart, it's my turn to pay." Besides that, she was the one with stacks of money on reserve.
"Two for Haunted Home Surveillance please!" The ticket drone hit a few buttons, accepted her money and passed the tickets through the hole in his glass box. "Thank you!" she replied in a cheery tone.
Once she pulled Akshay away from the booth and out of the worker's earshot, she resumed her previous conversation. "Alright, so what's the story?" She would feel a little worse if he did have a girlfriend waiting, though it would be quickly negated by the knowledge that he was willingly cheating the night they met.
He was giving her a choice. Of course he was actually; it made sense and fit with his sweet (pre-kidnapped) personality. Chrys replied with a smile, before her face became lost in contemplation. "Well, a movie about miserable people sounds a little too sad." She remembered the story from one of her college classes; it was about poor people in France. History and suffering were great, but she could not find herself interested in the plight of commoners.
"Dango is supposed to be good I think, but I dunno... couples tend to go to scary movies, right? So the girl can feel all safe and protected by her shining knight?" It sounded logical, if not a bit cliche. Sure, it was not the most feminist picturing of a trip to the movies, but she had a strong boyfriend with her; why not enjoy the stereotype once?
"Okay, the scary one. Since I have someone to keep me safe. But first." Chrys pulled her fake boyfriend down to her level so she could whisper in his ear. "Kiss me anywhere you want, but not on my lips."
Before waking Akshay up, Chrys was able to get out of bed and walk out of her building and across the street to not only grab a cup of coffee, but to put herself just out of range, resetting her bond with Akshay. "I worked really hard to make sure we could have a normal date without the bond, okay?"
Releasing Akshay, she returned to looping herseld around the young man's arm. "Okay, lead the way, darling!"
Tess's tone left Chrys feeling a little defensive of her upscale penthouse apartment. "Well, maybe a bit more 'white collar' than 'petty' thief, but I'm sure it's the last place they'd look for two gas station pilferers, so it works."
With the station behind them, Chrys was thankful for the hoodie she decided to bring as poor person camouflage. Had she gone out with the other girls to the clubs, she would be wearing something three times more revealing and four times colder. Her cheeks and nose were still cold, but the area around her eyes was protected well enough by her silly little mask.
Once inside the warm lobby, Chrys muttered out a, "Thank goodness." She looked over to the lobby attendant who was happily absorbed in her magazines. It was going to be her job to watch as people left the apartments for a good time and then returned lit up from that good time; she was probably content to focus on her distraction.
Chrys led Tess to the elevator, giggling once the door closed. "I can see why you like doing this stuff. Kind of a rush!" She was never going to be the one who needed to steal, but on a slow night, it never hurt to have options.
On the top floor, Chrys led Tess through the short hallway to her door at the end. Placing the plastic bag of booze on the ground for a moment, she pulled her key from the pocket of her jeans. With a turn of the knob, they were at "home base."
Picking up the bag and entering the neat, spacious living room with its high ceilings, Chrys moved to the kitchen to store the drinks in the fridge. "Make yourself at home, sweets." Admittedly, the place might not actually resemble anything the street rat would typically call "home."
*hides his modmask*