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.
It was not whole-hearted gratitude, but Tess was indulging Chrys, and that was close enough to being on the same page for Chrys to feel optimistic about their outting.
She noticed Tess trying to peek around at the outfits awaiting her, which prompted Chrys to shake her head and nudge the girl back into the dressing room. "Nope nope, you get your next outfit once the door closes and I can feel you taking off those." Once her prey was back in the changing cage, the door closed with a click.
Chrys waited until she could feel denim passing by legs and open air on her tummy before handing over two examples of a similar concept.
Chrys folded her arms, speaking to the door. "You get to pick one, but it is mandatory for a girl to have a little red dress for nighttime troublemaking, and I could venture a guess that you are lacking." It did not take a genius to look at Tess and assume the girl had never been within five feet of a cocktail dress.
As Tess removed layers of clothing, Chrys could feel the sensation of fabric shifting and pulling along her skin, followed by a change of temperature that came with disrobing.
Chrys could hear the grumbling of Tess in the dressing room, and she (dis)respectfully and willingly ignored it. The top was plenty modest; Tess was obviously the type of girl who liked to cover up, so it was a change for her. She should have counted herself lucky that Chrys had not chosen some midriff-exposing halter top number. Or was there one in the pile? She admittedly put her clothing collection together in a hurry.
Tess opened the door and Chrys shot to her feet. She took Tess by the shoulders and looked her over, followed by quickly turning her to appreciate the ensemble from the back. With a grin, she appreciated her keen eye."There. I knew a nice pair of jeans would prove you actually had a bottom!" After all, was that not the purpose of jeans?
"As for the top... it's nice, but blue might go with your eyes better. Still, at least there actually is some skin under that shell of clothing you walk around in! And these..." Chrys's finger traced along a path of Tess's scar network, feeling a twinge of envy. She sighed and muttered, "Ah, if you were a man or if I was drunk--anyway! I'm calling this one a keeper!" The top would be switched out, but the tough-skinned blonde was walking away with at least one addition to her wardrobe.
As much as the loss of bows was a painful one, (that blonde hair was dying for a big red one! How did she not see that?) Tess was submitting to her will, which was the easiest way to put some pep in her sociopathic step! "Deal!" Eagerly, she took Tses's hand and dragged her off to a nearby clothing store.
Once in the store, Chrys's first decision was to approach the counter and ask for a dressing room key. With that in her hand, she led (or shoved, depending on how you looked at it,) Tess into the changing room and closed the door. "Okay, I'll be back in a second! In the meantime, if you could prepare yourself like a... oh what did you call yourself? Oh yes, a dress-up doll. Thank you!"
Chrys darted back out to the store floor, consciously checking back on the changing area to make sure Tess had no crazy ideas of escaping. Chrys collected various sets of clothing, some in varying sizes to be sure she did not misjudge what the girl was hiding underneath all those layers of hers.
Chrys returned to the room, patiently remaining outside the door. "Okay, something easy first." She slid the first set of clothing under the door. There were four different pairs of jeans and one camisole to go along with them. Chrys wanted to see what Miss Punk looked like with something more preppy. "I wasn't exactly sure about your jean size, so hopefully one of those works."
Now the fun was in sitting at the bench across from the door and patiently awaiting her doll's reveal.
The massage was doing wonders. Whether he was always so talented, or whether her mutation was giving him an advantage, or he just wanted to bring his A-Game and not die, his efforts were appreciated as he worked through the pockets of tension running through her back. Minus a few moans of relief when particularly bad knots were undone, Chrys was happy to silently sit and enjoy the documentary and a rare moment of peace.
Now that her stress was lowered, her hunger was the next on a list of basic needs to deal with. "Hmm, pizza?" Poor people liked pizza, right? Did pizza deliver to the top floor? Well, they would for her.
Chrys pulled up her phone, searching the internet for "nearby pizza delivery." The first option had a bunch of stars and was within a mile of her apartment, so it was a logical choice.
After hitting the "Call" button, Chrys put the phone to her ear and waited impatiently as it rang three times. "Hello? Yes, I'd like to place an order for delivery... yes, a large pizza with half eggplant and chicken, and half... um... one second."
She pressed the phone to her shoulder to mute her end. "What kind of toppings do you like on pizza?" She would have been a terrible owner if she forgot to feed him.
So there was some resistance, which was what Chrys expected, but amidst the struggle, a name slipped out, followed by a facepalm that could be felt on her own forehead. A victorious smirk crossed her face. "Tess, huh? Not the worst name." Not better than Chrysanthemum, but it was not as bland as Amy or Kristen.
"Okay, Tess, this is how the game works: we go shopping and you play nice, and you get to leave with new clothes and the fancy earrings you pocketed." Now that she had a new way to be in control, the jewelry was pretty uninteresting to her. "Give me trouble or try running, and we both take a trip to the hospital, where police will happily greet you." It was rather nice being the one with the legal high ground for once. It was rare that she could blackmail a plaything with a straight face.
"So... yeah. Come along!" She started in a direction, hoping Tess would not make the knife in her purse necessary. "There's at least one or two nice places in this crappy mall."
The girl's question was an innocent one, which was almost as adorable to Chrys as it was funny. And chuckle she did as she ended the little delusion that their day together was over. "Oh sweetie, no. I'm not going to get to play at this mall for a while after this, so you're coming shopping."
Admittedly, people sometimes tried to put up a struggle when being held against their will, so it was important to remind her of the situation she was in. "Those bomb things are pretty nifty, but I'm sure you've realized you would only be hurting yourself with them." Her voice was hushed, since the discussion of explosives was frowned upon in public. "And I've certainly proven I wouldn't care about hurting you." Or myself, for that matter.
Resuming her more cheerful tone at a less paranoid volume, she placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "So yeah. You've got a kind of pretty pauper poor punk thing going. I've got other plans for you though," she promised with a wicked smile. Dress Up was a fun game. "I'm Chrys, by the by." She was hoping to get a name out of her so she could stop mentally referring to her as "the girl."
Chrys was so caught up in everything that happened, she completely forgot about her discarded footwear until reminded. She looked down at her feet, realizing that she was, indeed, still walking around in tights. "Oh right. I guess that makes sense." Returning to what was technically "the scene of the crime" was a hassle, but not one she could not handle. "Fine, we'll go back, and if they ask about those earring things, I'll just buy them. That should fix things."
Remaining interlocked with her "cousin," because it was the easiest way to keep her from running off, she dragged her back to the shop, (whether she wanted to or not.) Before they even crossed into the store, the employees ran out to the two women. "Miss Van Hart, are you okay?"
"What?" She looked over to her trapped companion and realized what the worry was. "Oh that? It was just a little bit of fun. Nothing to worry about." She forgot about the show she pretty much put on for the staff, but everything was returning to normal; even her makeshift piercing was already clotting back up.
"O...kay." The woman was still unsure, but apparently not willing to question Chrysanthemum, which made sense with the next question: "So... are you done with our performance review?"
"Huh?" It was not until that moment that Chrys remembered why she was at the mall originally: the shop was a property of her father's company, and as a luxury item dealer, she was asked by her father to check on the status. It was not until she arrived that she forgot her mission and shifted her focus to buying jewelry. "Oh right. Yes, you'll receive a very good review!" Did not matter to her.
"Thank you miss!" It was probably nice for the manager to receive the news, as it might involve a bonus for her as well, whether or not the review was filed as an afterthought. "So... about the tiara?"
"Yes?"
"...Are you... um, keeping it?"
"Hmm..." Well, since she was offering. "I think I will! Thank you very much."
"Um, alright..." She continued to speak, but Chrys was occupied with slipping back into her heels.
When she was done, she interrupted the manager mid-sentence. "Alright, have a nice day, Happy New Years and such." With that, she entered the mall hallway, pulling her friend along.
"So I guess my dad owns that place. Go figure," she joked, probably not placing nearly enough importance on the revelation.
Chyrs was glad to know massage was in Akshay's skillset. She was beginning to wonder if any pet before him had been so diversely useful and enjoyable. He was displaying a pocket knife-level of versatility between the dancing and the drawing (that she would find a place to hang up) and the sex and now shoulder massage.
If she listened to her daddy, the end of the week was going to be quite a shame. More puppies--well, men; once they were out of their collars and back on the streets, they weren't really puppies anymore-- more men should be like the scrawny Indian boy.
"Yes please." She turned her back to him and unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse so it could be pulled over her shoulders, revealing her skin from the bra upward. The benefit of massaging Chrys in particular was the instant feedback; even an amateur could tell if something hurt or felt good when they were sharing the sensations.
As Akshay started in on her, Chrys looked back up at the television as it described the assassin caterpillar. It was a regular caterpillar with a back lined with tiny, sharp barbs that injected a painful toxin into anything they came into contact with. It paralyzed and killed someone as they bled out for nine hours.
Some animals were so lucky! "Isn't that crazy? Just imagine something so tiny and harmless looking being so deadly! Hard to believe, huh?" Chrys could feel her stomach quietly churning; dinnertime was closing in. She would figure out what she wanted after her massage.
And score one for the bomb-making blonde! Between the two of them, there was apparently enough sympathy, cuteness, and BS-laden excuses to get the officer to let them go or possibly just give up on understanding the situation.
Tses hooked a right arm around Chrys's left, and Chrys was certain the link was in place as she could feel the pressure of the arm-link on her free right. Before her partner could question the sensation she was most likely feeling in her left arm, Chrys bowed her head with a smile. 'Thank you so much, sir!" And before anything could be questioned, Chrys pulled her new friend away.
Once they were out of earshot, Chrys started giggling. "'Best behavior?!' That's great!" She doubted very much that either of their "best behaviors" would amount to much.
"So that was close." It would have been tragic for her consecutive crime spree to come to an end at the hands of a mall cop. "I'll probably have to wait a while before coming back to this mall, so we might as well do what we said and enjoy some cousin bonding time," she decided with a grin.
Chrys dragged a sharpened, manicured nail over the back of her left hand as a way of demonstrating the new leverage she could now flaunt. "You weren't planning on going anywhere, right? Because that would be... disappointing."
The girl was rolling with Chrys's lie pretty well, and the police were certainly confused. They were planning on busting the girls who were running like maniacs through the mall, so it was taking some effort to make the transition into a new crime.
Chrys had to do her part and tie up some notable loose ends. Thankfully, it was easier to believe a pretty, panicked young woman than a brutish looking "attacker" who could not defend himself. "I was just chasing her around because we were playing around like we used to in the malls in... Canada!" Why Canada? No idea, but it did give them a flimsy excuse for running like crazy. "We didn't mean to cause a ruckus, really! But then she accidentally bumped into this guy, and he went mad!"
And now to explain away the rest! "He had this look in his eyes! A-and! And he had that drug thing!" She pointed to the syringe in his neck, simultaneously pretending she did not know the name of the very familiar object. "I was scared, but my cousin Lori tried protecting me and I just barely got the... um, thing away from him!"
The police were still processing the quick stream of false information. It was Chrys's hope that the hectic pacing of the story would keep them from noticing how slapdash it truly was. "Um... we should probably take you in as witnesses... I think."
That would not do! Not! At! All! "B-b-but sir! I just wanted to enjoy my last day with my cousin before she returns to... Canada!" She wrapped an arm around the waist of her faux-relative, and gave her a kiss on the cheek for good measure. Did people kiss cousin's on the cheek? Alas, the clueless struggles of family estrangement. Regardless, she was able to sneak a quick taste of the girl's skin, figuring it could prove useful (and fun) if they got this trouble out of the way first. "I don't want this... this monster to ruin this last day! Right Lori?"
And take us away, punk bitch! Hopefully her long-lost, beloved cousin could finish the job and weasel them out of questioning.
The girl managed to avoid Chrys, who did finally skid to a halt, rubbing her bottom after a pretty harsh landing. She straightened out her skirt and turned her head to watch a brand new altercation develop.
The man was a lumbering giant; certainly the type she would enjoy giving a lesson in the pain of a frail girl's constitution. Looking at him made him innately difficult to root for, but the girl was also a remarkable bitch. Still, as rude as she was, she took no pleasure from watching a thug-type beat up someone smaller. That was no fun.
Except that did not happen. The girl created another of the glowing orbs she originally tossed at Chrys, which made it more obvious that Chrys was dealing with a mutant. The orb exploded and the man went down. To top it all of, she picked up the tiara and tossed it back to Chrys, who managed to catch it, despite the suddenness of what just happened.
Maybe the pauper girl had some spark to her worth a little bit of respect, Chrys thought with a grin.
Unfortunately, the oaf was not cooperating with the glorious plotline her frenemy was drafting. He slowly to his feet, his bulging eyes now focusing on the two women without discrimination. He was still struggling and having difficulty breathing, but he took a few stumbling steps toward the pair.
What was worse: Chrys could see mall cops turning the corner toward the scene, clearly following the running maniacs from moments earlier.
Chrys thought quickly, which was not difficult when her plan was similar to almost every other plan she had in her arsenal. She lifted the side of her skirt to pull the syringe held to her leg with a garter. Before the man could react, Chrys had popped the safety cap off and plunged the sharp metal into his neck. The plunger was pushed, and the man's eyes began closing. His body grew heavy(/ier), and he fell forward onto Chrys, who just barely managed to push him off before his unconscious body fell at her side.
Putting on her best mimicries of emotions she hoped were panic and fear, she shouted. "Officers! Over here! This man was attacking me and my... cousin!" They looked nothing like sisters, but cousins were not always close matches, and she could stand pretending to be just barely related to the poor girl.
She shot a quick glance at the other troublemaker, hoping she would be willing to follow along with the ruse.
She was in the middle of a pursuit! An honest to... well, not goodness, but, well... a pursuit! It was a bizarre set of circumstances, but there was a level of thrill to running through the mall, trying to gain on a specific person. She was used to a much more subtle, stealthy hunt, where the goal was to lead prey into her trap, like a sexy spider. (If spiders could be sexy.)
Now, she was truly hunting. Weaving through obstacles, (since people held about as much worth as trees and stones,) and heatedly tailing her target. There was an obvious reason why this was not her custom: mall police would notice the running and find them eventually, but Chrys could play the role of the justice-minded citizen! (Certainly a stretch, but it could work.)
The girl was quick enough to keep Chrys at a pretty constant distance, and gained some space with a few rather athletic feats strung together into a shortcut while Chrys begrudgingly went around the play area, hoping the goal was not too far out of reach now.
And then good fortune struck, as it often did for bad people. The punk made a miscalculation and ran herself into a dead end. Chrys expected the chase to continue into the toy store, but to her surprise, the thief turned to face her and toss something in her direction. It was glowing, and Chrys figured it was not an earring. She put on the brakes to get out of the way.
Except brakes did not work in pantyhoes. Chrys stopped running, but her momentum carried her forward. The orb hit the top of her head and there was "fwoosh!" sound, popping Chrys like a small punch hit her in the head in the spot where the tiara sat.
The impact knocked Chrys back, but did not stop her forward momentum as she slid toward her attacker.
Meanwhile, the tiara made a trip of its own, flying through the air to nail a tall, muscular man square in the forehead. Annoyed, he turned to face the women, assuming Tses to be the one in control of the situation, rather than the falling girl. "You," he growled, perturbed and driven by aggravation and substances that would ban a man from the MLB.
Chrys was victorious! She found a way to trump the bratty girl without revealing her power! Surely, the girl would bow to her superior willpower!
...or she would laugh. And then she would point out to Chrys what her folly was: due to her knowing nothing more about the stolen earrings in question than "they happen to be jewelry meant for ears," Chrys unknowingly pierced her ear in the wrong location. Frick!" she muttered after Tses's obnoxiously smug revelation.
Chrys wanted to reply with some snarky comeback, but there was no time as the offender made a quick exit from the store. Not one to leave well enough alone, Chrys kicked her heels off (and in the general direction of the employees, who did they best to keep the shoes from hitting jewel cases,) and also left, shouting, "I'll be back!" She did not want to get arrested for something silly like theft; it would upset daddy. She considered throwing the tiara back to the employees, but even she was not crazy enough to risk damaging something so pretty.
Chrys was in pursuit, but the girl was faster than her. Chrys's possibly advantage came from her tiny frame ducking and weaving through gaps in groups and her disregard for people she might shove along the way. The sheer tights covering her feet were sliding along the surface of the linoleum mall floor, so she had to avoid tumbling onto her own face. "Get back here, brat!" I want to pierce your face a few times! Certainly not appropriate conversation for a public forum. She had to be considerate.
Akshay took his spot next to her and Chrys remained oblivious to just how rigidly he was sitting there. Her focus remained on the television. It was not a medical show, but it was a show about the deadliest animals in Brazil. That would probably ease her tension a bit. She let her body rest loosely on the sofa, hoping her stress could sink into the cushions.
>> "Here."
Chrys came out of her television-induced daze and turned to see Akshay's drawing. He was not being arrogant or facetious regarding his artistic talent. She was looking at a dead ringer of herself if she had been warped into a comic book world, and it was no challenge recognizing the flower he cleverly had her sitting on.
"Wow. She smiled sheepishly; he was a good puppy. "Very pretty. Thank you." She ran her fingers through his hair and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. It was actually less of an affectionate action than a pragmatic taste. He did not realize it, but he had been unlinked with her until her lips pressed against his cheek and her tongue flicked and caught a little touch of his skin.
Now that necessary business was out of the way, she turned back to the television and peacefully watched as an announcer described why a Brazilian Wandering Spider was dangerous as the creature ran up a broom handle to bite a man's hand. Nature was so beautiful.
Chrys could still feel plenty of her tension sitting squarely on her shoulders. With a weak groan, she asked, "Hey, do you know how to give massages?" Sure, she could just massage him for the same affect, but if there was a route where she could do pretty much nothing, that would put her more at ease.
