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.
Tses felt an unusual warmth in her chest, a feeling that almost twisted to her lungs, making it feel difficult to breathe for a moment. She was quick to compose that feeling, thankfully, and it was gone before Willow had returned. Something about Chrys continued to catch her off guard, fulfilling a longing she had abandoned long ago. She had wished to be wanted for so long, for someone to be proud of her, treat her as worth keeping. It was a name, a profession, but Chrys acted like she had done so much.
"I learned what was useful. I...I didn't feel I was doing anything terribly unique at the time." Tses didn't blush, but there was something childlike in the way she moved her head.
Then, they were back to the task on hand: bar-tending. Tses ignored the rush of anxiety that rose once, but then it faded with determination. Tses was well trained in handling frightening situations, whether it was something like breaking into a building, or learning to pour a drink correctly. If this was the mission, she just needed to fall back on those years of relying on her instincts.
"I will do my best to learn quickly," was all she could say. She hoped Willow was patient, and also hoped her own frustrations would hold back.
The other promise, that send a shiver through her spine. Not that the idea of learning was enticing in any way, but the reassuring contact and idea that Tses could do something to please Chrys. Keep me... her mind continued to beg. Whatever it took, she wanted to keep Chrys facing her this way. She did not want to disappoint and lose what she had gained.
Tses didn't feel pity often, but she was starting to feel a vein of it as the girl lamented the lost coffee. The initial humor had faded, and now there was just something sad in the woman's expression.
Tses did not drink. Whether coffee, or alcohol, and as such she did not understand the crippling pain of losing the life sustaining sustenance that had once filled the cup on the ground. Regardless, she felt maybe she should make amends. She was in a good mood, right? That meant she could make things better.
With a glance back at the coffee station, Tses slipped into her light form and wandered behind the counter. The baristas were so deep in their rush no one noticed as she strode over, scooped up a finished drink and walked back out the side casually. When she was solid, she wove through the crowd, letting the oblivious new girl glance around like the was losing her mind for a cup that was now gone.
Around a corner, back to where the other woman was standing, she held it out.
"Don't cry over spilled lattes. I would just get out of here before anyone questions what happened." Tses looked over her shoulder, surprised that the focused commuters had not called her out. Heck, people were really unobservant when they needed a caffeine fix. She should have gone for a wallet or two while she was at it. She started toward the door, wondering if the other woman would take the hint and follow.
Tses could have been angry her coffee was stolen, but she was clearly not as desperate as the individual in front of her. Plus, that looked like a large and very expensive beverage that was lost. Tses knew her own drink had been rather unimpressive, and possibly toffee flavored. It could have been gingerbread. Really, she did not have a clue.
Watching it disappear, she could not help the sarcastic response. "Whatdya know. It was a buy one get one free. Although I can't say I'm much of a skilled barista. Should I get you another one for the road? I mean, unless you have enough that you're wearing..."
Without anything in her hands her sarcasm had no reason to be withheld. Should the girl make another grab at her she could just take a moonlight stroll toward the door and out of harm. She was reckless in nature, and actually probably enjoyed making someone else's day a little worse.
Was she a bad person? It was up for debate, but votes were saying yes.
Some days Tses was a less than outstanding citizen.
She was a thief, by trade. She had no respect for street signs, or traffic in general. She tended to wander tops of buildings for a quicker shortcut, picked fights when she had the time, or just annoyed people in general with her very existence.
And, she liked to make things blow up. That was also a thing, for better or for worse.
Today she had been in a somewhat good mood, so much so she actually went through the front entrance to get a drink. The local coffee shop had been close and what the heck, it was a good day for some caffeine. The line, however, was enormous, and that killed her whole 'good behavior' plan. Paying was one thing. Waiting was a different story.
With a thoughtful expression, she made he way toward the back and slipped through a door to the kitchen. She could just as well pour herself a drink. No need for this silly nonsense like ordering.
After putting together what was a rather black beverage, with some type of syrup in it (hazelnut? Toffee? Seemed like something leftover from Christmas), Tses shoved open the side door to leave with her creation.
There was the small problem that the door leaving had to be pushed open if she wanted to keep her drink. It also happened to face the front door.
Tses was okay at math, so she should have been able to put the situation together. If you take a) a door and b) an unsuspecting patron and c) a sudden force connecting the two, what happens?
A cup went flying, landing on the ground. Someone who had waited a very long time for their beverage was now watching it's downfall.
And a blonde mutant looked completely unabashed by the event. "I don't suppose that was the buy one get one free special," she commented, trying to stop herself from laughing.
Tses was in a strange place in life lately. With all the deaged mutants running around, and heck, with all the new mutants running around, she was in a position of responsibility. It was weird. In her younger years, she was the one blowing things up, beating people up, causing trouble. Now, she was fixing half these mistakes. Quite frankly, she wasn't sure she enjoyed it.
It wasn't that she was even pressured to do it, honestly. She kept out of trouble for Chrys' sake and the tasks she was given with the Syndicate. But, she just hated seeing people bite off more than they could chew. Hindsight, and all that jazz, you know?
Tonight she wandering. Chrys would not be home at the usual time so she wanted to get away. She was dressed in baggy pants, a green t-shirt and a half-size black hoodie that hugged her rib cage. This outfit at least had plenty of pockets, from the cargo ones on the sides of her legs to the shoulder one on the sweater. Why a jacket needed a pocket on the arm was beyond her, but that was fashion for you. Maybe it was for your cell phone. Because obviously, your pants were too far away, you needed it closer.
As she walked through a building she landed in an alleyway and almost stumbled into a kid in the middle of...well, she wanted to say tantrum, but that seemed like the wrong word for it. Pausing, one leg still inside the wall, she cross her arms and settled backward, solidifying and considering him. There was blood, and tears, and anger. And, maaaaybe some type of inhibition.
"Aren't you a bit young to be drinking?" She considered for a moment. She was ready to fall back through the wall if need by. Obviously, he had one scuffle tonight. She wasn't keen on signing him up for a second.
Tses, however, had no intentions of sticking around. She knew her limits, knew she had won this round and it was time for a tactical retreat. Heck, she even gave the guy his money back. There wasn't much he should really be upset about, minus the blow to his ego. She called out from over the ice, trying not to directly laugh in his face at least.
"Hey, behave yourself, maybe sometime we'll give you a call. Maybe you'll get a better photo on your new I.D. anyway. This one seems a little old for you, Frozone."
With that, she slipped through a few buildings and disappeared into the city, leaving him to sort out the mess she left behind.
Tses could tell she crossed a line grabbing the gun, but she really did not care. Guns were not something to use idly. They were not something to threaten people with and wave around when you were in a bad mood. She had seen more than one shoved in her face, had bullets in her back. The consequences were worse than any knife, any fist fight she had ever been in. One almost ended her life. She star on the side of her skull had been the mark she had to carry as a memory of every stupid thing she did when life was heated.
While the stranger looked at her, she did not back down. There was something calm and rational in her expression that she had felt very few times. "Learn another way." Was all she mouthed. She wouldn't say it twice. She may not be making friends but she sure as heck wouldn't make the wrong enemies. She had too much to hold onto now.
When the truce was called Tses finally backed away, and stood to one side. Weapons went away and the girl asked about the phasing. Tses glanced at the knife. "Walking through things is different than retrieving something." She didn't want to get too involved with her powers, but thankfully, had her own level of experience.
"Just, hold still for a second. Sorry, Paladin." She set one hand on his back and with a swift tug, got the weapon free. There was cussing, and she set one arm on the bleeding wound. "Just hold still for one second." She growled, and he obeyed. She let the energy form many tiny explosives, the rapid release causing a layer of heat at his skin. Like a hot iron, she melted the wound together. There was more cussing, but it was sealed, and he wouldn't bleed to death. She stepped to the side again and flicked her hand, making sure no blood got on her skin. The energy had prevented that at least. She was feeling tired from exertion now, but wouldn't let it show in her face. Her eyes couldn't entirely hide it.
A name? Tses had yet to really consider that, but a moment or two brought a name to her lips, ”Artemis.” it wasn’t as affectionate as moonstone, it was neutral, not too feminine, and still had routes tied in her moon based powers. She felt it was a decent suggestion given the short notice.
Then, things shifted.
Tses had many situations when she found she was over her head. Usually, it was a fight, sometimes it was an intellectual encounter. This particular moment involved a job: bartending. If the two questions, that was the one that seemed to catch her concern the most. ”I feel I’m a fast leaner for the most part, but I may not be on the best foundation to begin with. The only time I ever drank was with you.” she looked behind the bar at the various labels, and a weird twist of anxiety filled her. There was another small problem with the task as it was presented: Tses has never learned to read.
There was a time someone considered teaching her, but it got pushed to the wayside. She knew numbers and math, and was fast with codes but there was a difference between knowing to type a string of commands and reading a book. Some of the labels had words she could recognize, but if she was forced to identify something on the fly, she wasn’t prepared.
”There...is one area I am going to be a problem for you, unfortunately.” Tses was glad they were alone for this admission. After all the praise she felt small now. ”I never went to school, so, I never learned to read properly. I recognize a bit from coding and hacking but bartending involves IDs, and ingredients I could really screw up.”
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Things were accelerating quickly, even Tses could sense that. On the one hand, these guys attacked Lenna. Tses had jumped in for the fighting practice if nothing else. She was not naive to the point she couldn’t see that either side was right, however. Lenna had used someone’s credit card, a missing someone that these men were trying to find. There were flags this situation was just one big mess, many involving the woman’s lack of acceptance that she could be wrong about things. Who was Tses to really give advice, though?
Then, out came the gun. Without thinking, Tses quickly moved forward and stepped through Paladin, gently grabbing the weapon with a solid hand while the rest of her stayed phased. The guy was left awkwardly frozen in place while she invaded his personal space. He could deal with it, she was NOT enjoying the moment either.
”Hey, let’s cool down for a second before you start adding guns to the mix. I’ve been shot a few times and it gets messy. I really don’t want to be involved in something messy. Clearly, this is a misunderstanding that you guys need to come to a like, resolution over. I’m not a f***ing camp counselor but both of you need to come to a less violent method of communicating!”
She felt remarkably grown up all of a sudden. Most her life involved punching people first and asking questions later, now she was advising something as rational as communication? Such character growth!
The Paladin buttered something and Tses backhanded him. He shut up. Okay, only a little character growth.
Tses had held back enough in her punch the ice didn't harm her hand at least. She hadn't been so cautious in the past and she had more than enough broken knuckles to show for it. The counter brought him closer for comfort than she wanted to be, which was enough of a distraction she missed her opening. She phased in reflex, ignoring the fact he was probably fishing where her butt would have been and that was awkward. The rose went through her, and she sidestepped, rolling her eyes.
"How about this, we'll have a compromise. I'll keep your card-- she pulled the old ID card from the wallet, and tossed the rest back to him. "You can have the rest. If you ever get bored of being the good guy maybe there will be another chat." The wallet may have been followed by another large explosive before she jumped back through the ice once more.
He managed to evade one of the explosives, which still sent little shards of ice down on both of them. It was a weird sensation having it hit some areas of her body and not others, and she managed to let the rest pass through her with at least one of his punches. Another punch she deflected with her arm, practiced fight moves working in line with her powers.
"See, I never tried to be a better person. It was much more fun being the villain. You take what you want, say what you want, and you don't have that whole burden of making the right choices."
She watched the rose appear and snorted laughter, "Seriously, your pick-up lines are from another decade. And, I'm dating someone, so clearly you're missing the mark." She pretended to look thoughtful. "Although, she is the type that may not oppose a three-some sometime. Too bad I think you're just a little too cold for us." She swung a punch for him this time, aiming for the sternum, quick to counter with a knee if needed. If the fight went downhill, she would phase her way out of there again.
Tses was successfully pissing this guy off. Which, if she was honest with herself, had been the end goal. She had no interest in money, or getting arrested mind you, just to take jabs at an old enemy who was clearly not as tough as the original. Was it rude to pick on the younger version of an enemy? Possibly. Did she care? Not a bit.
"Sorry, Elsa, no one is going for drinks with you. I think it's time you let it go." She popped up behind him, and dropped another explosive at his feet. "I can interest you in some dancing maybe? A little excitement to get the blood stream going?"
She was mentally counting off time limits in her head. While she lacked some education, numbers were something she was forced into. It was close to a full moon, so she had more energy then normal. But, the most she had phased was ten minutes in the past. How long had they engaged for? Probably only about a 5th of that. She took a defensive stance somewhere behind another wall.
"Killing is against that whole X creed, I here. Pretty sure the old farts at the mansion would frown upon it. You always seemed a little lawless to survive there, if we're being perfectly honest." Tses mused out loud. She let some areas of her body solidify to lengthen her time limit, but left her feet and lungs phased to avoid either freezing to the ground or having the wind knocked out of her lungs by cold air. She could handle a little cold on other areas of her body so long as she kept out of range.
Tses made herself comfortable leaning against a nearby AC unit, and watched Lenna torture her captive. She was unmoved by the cries, and maybe it was perhaps why he seemed to quickly give in. She let green light crawl along her body, and her eyes had a green shine as well. Considering Lenna didn't know the full extent of her abilities, it was also easy to frighten the man. Tses was a wild-card here today, and had made use of her unexpected nature.
Then, the news arrived: there was a credit card Lenna had been using. Tses shot the woman a look, and rolled her eyes. "Really, a credit card? What are you, 12? That's like...rule one of...anything." She rubbed her forehead, trying not to look embarrassed. Tses was secretly hoping the amnesia had been to blame, not that the kid just thought using a card with no repercussions was easy. If it was the later, there was serious learning for her to do.
"This does seem a little overkill. And what organization carries business cards when they attack people," Tses let the green light lick up her arms like flames. It was flashy, there for nothing more than to look tough.
Tses glanced down at the coin once more, rolling it across a finger as she considered the appearance. She didn't carry money in general, but even if she did, the Toonie would have been something she would not spend on accident. Either way, she would do as she was told and keep it safe.
Since Chrys hadn't given her any of her normal pouches to use today, the alternative was to drop it into her bra. Eh, it wouldn't get lost there for the moment, but it took a second for the cold sensation to go away as her skin warmed the coin.
The comment about being dead actually made Tses smile. It was a twisted sort of smirk but she was somewhat amused by the notion nonetheless. "There wasn't much of me that was legal in the first place. This is my second life as a ghost. The first me died in Chicago. They may have had a name and identity before I was shot, but if you look closer to my past records, beyond a list of crimes, there was nothing more."
They were putting cards on the table so Tses was not withholding information that could be useful to Chrys. She let herself be seated, finding it strange how comfortable she felt there. She was being tamed in many ways by the other woman, but to the rest of the world, she was still dangerous, if not moreso. "I had no drivers license, no school enrollments, no public record other than the burglaries or fights they wanted to peg on me. You already had a ghost willing to help you."
The conversation looped to work, and Tses grew serious. She considered what was being said. Looking for people, deal with problems. Be eyes and ears. Could she do that? "If that is where you think I will do best, I can help...but, around so many people? I'm sure you know my social skills are lacking." She rolled her eyes. She was an ass, quite frankly. She wasn't sure how that would factor into this plan.
The air was getting colder, and ice was starting to surround them. These were problems that meant little to her when she was phased, but it would pose problems when she solidified. Unlike her past years, she was aware of her limitations now. Being hot-headed had not done well in the past. She needed to be calculative and quick as well as strong.
Listening to him complain, she rolled her eyes. "I never liked you the first time around, Frostbite. I think you misunderstood my commentary. Older you had more experience, but you're both the same mess." She let one hand solidify while talking, quickly sending what energy she could into that palm. She wouldn't have many offensive shots this way, but hopefully his lack of experience could be her advantage here. When the wall appeared behind her, it was the shot she wanted.
With a leap she jumped back into the ice, releasing the explosive and phasing within seconds of each other. The cold sliced into her hand even as she let the ice temporary encase her, offering protection from the immediate blast that followed.
