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.
Watching Ty terrorized by a stuffed animal was totally worth the pain it took to steal it. She smirked at him and rolled her eyes, popping a piece of chocolate in her mouth.
"Hearts and rainbows." She commented, decidedly avoiding using the phrase 'valentine's day'. She wondered if they'd ever really be comfortable with the date again, but at least maybe her adventures would erase some of the tension.
Tses wasn't sure if she should feel relieved or annoyed Ty didn't check on the noise. If someone was robbing the place, she would have hoped he'd at least wake up to defend the house. Maybe that was her job though. She was always the punch first, ask questions later person. Slipping the window open and piling the stuff inside, she scooted quietly to the kitchen and hid what she could. There was no use starting anything yet. Not until closer to dinner time.
Tses perched on the counter, legs dangling off the edge as Ty kept snoozing in front of the T.V. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she picked up the stuffed bear she'd brought and threw it across the room, landing with a flop on his back.
Dogs had a habit of ruining what would otherwise be stealthy robberies. Tses was innocently stealing food from some rich couples refrigerator, when their obnoxious little terrier came chasing after her. Scrambling onto the counter (owe..) darting out the window (ouch), the barks were soon accompanied by shouts of profanity from inside the room. The next house was a bit better. It was easy enough to steal some cash, and the next trip was into the grocery store to pick pocket chocolates. Each stop, her bag got a bit heavier, digging into the scars on her shoulder.
The nitroglycerin was a bit harder to find, definitely not on the same shopping list as strawberries and chocolate. She nearly dropped the small tank she managed to come by down the fire escape when her arm got tired. The loud clang on the metal made her flatten herself onto the grate, hoping Ty hadn't heard...
Tses would have found Ty's laughter rather rude...if she was actually sleeping in the other room.
Sometime after Ty wandered to watch television, Tses took the opportunity to casually sneak out. It was a lot easier when you could walk through walls, and if anyone saw the green glowing figure dart through the doors, they were too sleepy to pay much attention.
Ty might not have anything planned for Valentine's day, but she did. After last years failure she figured there were safer alternatives to going out and being with the rest of the sappy hearts and rainbow crowd. The alternative?
Bring valentine's day back.
The task wasn't easy to accomplish, and she had quite the shopping list as she hoisted her backpack up on her shoulders, ignoring the sting of old injuries making this difficult. There were chocolates to collect, stuffed animals, steaks, some nitroglycerin maybe...
Hopefully, Ty wouldn't notice she was gone. He seemed pretty content with television when she left.
Tses considered his question, shrugging slightly. "Depends on how bad you want them to know it's you. If they see you do it, they could blame it on you, doesn't seem your style though so maybe someone won't believe them. Or, you could just have the satisfaction of getting back all on it's own." She pushed the hair from her face and leaned back against the wall.
"Or you can just keep....getting in trouble." She added. Maybe she was baiting him a little. But it wasn't everyday she got a chance to get one of the mansion kids to get into some trouble. Chaos was chaos. The mansion could use a little fun.
Tses could tell Noel didn't want to be there. In truth, Tses didn't want Noel there, so her absence would be mutually beneficial. Whatever weird freaky powers the other mutant had, Tses didn't want to find out. She curled up and mindlessly fished around for a blanket. She wondered how fast Noel could have dodged a flying cherub.
Tses rolled her eyes at Ty, although she felt a little smug when he called her a super thief. Air quotes or not, she would pin that title on her ego and polish it up a bit.
And then he had to go and be all mushy. She stuck her tongue at him and wedged her face into the cough with a light grumble. For all intents and purposes, that was an 'I love you too'.She resisted giving Noel a gesture to say what she thought about the other woman still.
Distancing yourself... Tses actually had a hard time understanding that. Being a mutant had been a gift, sure, but her life hadn't changed much before or after her powers emerged. She was still a thief, still looked down upon, still fighting to survive. Being a mutant was just a tool to her, one she used to get by. She nodded though, pretending to undetsand, and took a drink of water.
The other question was easier to answer.
"Been stealing my whole life." Tses answered with a shrug. "Picking pockets sort of came naturally. You learned how to watch for the right people, watched where money was kept, noted people who counted change and who didn't. I had a few mentors, but it's sort of something you just pick up through practice." The smell of food drifted through the restaurant and she felt even hungrier in anticipation.
That's a new trick. The words echoes in Tses' mind, but she couldn't pinpoint the tone. Curious? Mocking maybe? Up close, she could see the shape of his face as the light illuminated his figure. He seemed emotionless, but his eyes seemed to look past her. It seemed odd the light would be hard to see... Shouldn't it make her easier? She still wasn't entirely sure what his powers were or how they worked, but something about his eyes felt off.
Without giving herself time to think on it, she growled back at him, and the light around her flared slightly in response. He was threatening her, pointing out weaknesses. As vulnerable as she felt lately, that was a low blow. Jumping... she'd thought about jumping before. He would have liked that. Been delighted with her demise. That just made her angrier. She took a step forward and glared at him.
"You could have tried. You sure like to brag about how deadly you are. If you wanted to, you would have done it." She spat.
It was silent, and Tses' thoughts wandered through her mind in a directionless way, twisting, turning, and tangling inside her. She thought of Ty. She thought of the apartment. She thought of the darn cockroach that had threatened her. She thought of the darn cockroach who still made her skin crawl with fear. Tses had never felt afraid of someone this way before. She always felt invincible, capable. But lately more fears were surfacing, building up walls and towers in her head. She was claustrophobic. She was fragile. Broken in too many places, she wanted to be tough but feared she wasn't.
That same fear made the voice behind her all the more terrifying. If it had been another month, another time, Tses would smirked and tried to mock the mutant who snuck up on her. But this time she screeched in fear and scrambled backwards, body disappearing into the light form she'd developed.
She was a coward, hiding in intangibility. She was stupid to show fear and weakness like this. But the figure in the darkness, standing so calmly with his tail pointed towards her was not just the annoying mutant who beat her up. He was an intruder in the quiet thoughts of her mind, and that was a far greater crime than just injuring her body.
"Get out of here." She snarled, anger covering the fear as she tried to act offensive. He couldn't touch her like this. She would be ok.
Tses was restless. After getting shot, it felt like healing was slow and tedious at best. She could walk fine now, but her shoulder had seen better days. It didn't help she was impatient, and kept getting into mischief. Dragging stolen Christmas trees across town probably didn't help much. Racing on rooftops and climbing all over New York didn't seem to do much good either.
But Tses was a thief, and a street kid. For her sitting and healing was sitting and getting lazy. She couldn't wait for her body to recover. She just had to force it to catch up. So she let herself wander New York at night, and explore the dark city.
Things had been going ok. The apartment was nice, and she was grateful to have Ty back. But there were still things in her mind she needed to work out. Nightmares still came for both of them, she still occasionally fell through furniture, and her new 'energy' form was temperamental and seemed far too reliant on her emotions. When she was mad, or sad, or scared, she found herself glowing and drained of energy soon after. It took more out of her to use the light form than just the light glow of moonlight across her arms, and she had to figure out why.
Pausing and taking sitting on one of the roofs, she looked down at the street, watching people pass by in alleyways and along the street. Up here, no one could bother her. Up here, she was safe. She was just a shadow in the darkness, and sometimes, she just needed to be left alone.
Tses mostly ignored noel now that she was back 'home'. She resisted grabbing one of the stuffed tigers to cuddle, maintaining at least some of her 'tough' personality for now. But she did cave enough to gather one of the pillows in her arms and bury her face in it. She muttered into the fabric as Ty remarked on resting. She didn't need encouragement. She felt like all the energy was trained from her, and she was sitting in a New Moon all over again.
Then Ty remarked on leaving, and she glanced back up. He just got back... "You don't want fat broken cherubs? Next time I'll hang dollar bills from it I guess..." She half-joked. It was somewhat awkward trying to talk to Ty with an audience. She was usually pretty open about her thieving habits, but most people seemed to just take it as it was. Rarely did they reprimind her for them, and she wasn't sure where Noel fell on that note.
The walk was painful. Tses was wishing she was still light, and it was hard not to limp the rest of the way to the apartment. She kept on a tough face, but by the time she reached the room, she was ready to flop on the couch. But Noel was there. And then--
"When did you get a--wait did you carry this big ass tree in through the window?"
Oh right, Christmas tree. Yup, that was still there. Tses shrugged and wandered into the room, flopping on the bed with a bored shrug. The tree was still laying on it's side, the tiny busted cherubs around it. She didn't have the energy to set it up now. "Mightta. Though the little angels busted themselves." She said, leaning back into the pillows. Ooweeee shoulder... oweee leg...
Tses shrugged her shoulders, leaning back in her chair slightly. "I knew a few people with code names, but it just never was my style. I mean, a name's a name in my book. I guess it's different if the cops can like look you up or something, but I don't think an alias will save you much from that... still look like you." She rambled herself to a pause, and then the waitress arrived. Tses asked the special, and she rattled off something that sounded good. Tses just decided to have that.
Once 'Katie' had picked out what she wanted, Tses yawned and took a sip of the water on the table. It tasted ok. Not like soap like one of the restaurants she dined at awhile back. She never understood why people put lemons in water until that day...
Tses was already walking to leave when Serena's temper snapped. The threats from Sylar vanished, the empty argument, all torn apart with the sound of splintering wood. Tses didn't need to turn to know she'd messed up. And there was too much anger bubbling in her for her to feel the remorse she should have for arguing to this extent.
Sighing and rubbing her forehead, she was momentarily torn. Serena had left, she wasn't hungry, and there was still this darn sewer monster in the kitchen. They could brawl it out, end this now. Make the point they obviously started to that they would never get along. Instead, Tses just shoved her hands in her pockets and went out the other exit. Thankfully, kitchens had more than one door.
She didn't say a word to Sylar as she left. She knew he blamed her. Maybe in some way she blamed herself too.
