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?
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Take it easy huh? Tses gave him a look and rolled her eyes. "You haven't learned much since I last met you. Heck, if you really went back in time I doubt your even on par with the old you. I mean, he was a pretty decent fighter. You? You look like you may need to hit the gym more." Tses had remembered that fight. It was one of the few that left her literally running for an emergency exit. So while she was teasing, she was also well aware she may still be outmatched. With age, she had learned a bit of restraint.
But that didn't mean she would run from a punk like this.
When he took a grab at her, Tses did the first thing she could thing of: she jumped through him to the other side. Having someone grab through your stomach was far less awkward than just jumping past them and avoiding the interaction faster. As soon as her feet hit the ground she turned and swung a leg, aiming to sweep his legs out from under him. Her muscles prepared to return to light as quickly as possible should she feel the first sign of cold. He had to pace herself right now. Too many phases, she wouldn't have energy for explosives.
She may need the explosives for an actual getaway, if he turned out to be the justice type still.
Fighting with a stranger meant planning for unexpected things to happen. Unexpected right now happened to mean a knife and a pair of handcuffs snatching the light-man away from Tses mid fight. If she had an ego she may have complained. One of those 'this is my fight' type situations. But Tses was happy kicking anyone's butt, really. Even if it meant finishing what she started with the Mime.
"I wouldn't call it trouble, but have fun with your glowstick. I still have some tricks up my sleeves," Tses laughed, and the glowing condensed around her hands. She could have tested their power balance further, but that was more for fun and less for practical reasons. She could at least take care of any other danger first.
Several handfuls of explosives formed, and the eyes of the Mime went wide as he saw it. "How good are you at catch?"
She unleashed the fist of orbs, and then scattered across the rooftop in front of the mime. He very comically tried to mime some type of protection, but as they started going off he was thrown backward several times and hit the rooftop hard. Tses was already on the move, and a fist caught his unprepared jaw, sending him reeling. One more hit and he was out. Turning, she faced Lenna and the other mutant, waiting to see if she was needed. She cracked her neck and yawned. This had been a fun workout after all.
This kid was oddly stubborn, in a way. Like she had one thing set in her mind she was holding onto and didn't want to let go of. Why did she want so badly to think she just needed to contact the right person and everything would be fine? Why was she so keep to trust with no promise that would bring safety? If Tses woke up with no memories, she would spend much more time figuring out the world for herself before deciding who she wanted to trust. Even people she cared about had harmed her in the past, heck, a boyfriend even shot her. Maybe she had the unusual experience in the life department, but it was sitll a good example why things weren't always what they seemed.
Just when Lenna started to answer, Tses caught site of something odd happening. The two approaching strangers made the date seem a bit unimportant for now. Although clearly, Tses had been right. The date was certainly NOT 2008.
"Hey, I never turn down a brawl, but don't stand behind me if you don't want to get caught as a casualty." It was the only warning Tses would give. She was here not to help, but because she enjoyed things that tested her abilities. What was life without a fight from time to time.
Tses was not afraid of the first attack. The unseen weapons did not concern here. Tses was familiar with the ability of her light form to stop any physical damage from occurring. The only thing she needed to find out, however, was if the other guy was energy based, or if his attacks were solid too. There was some grey area about whether something too similar to the moonlight could harm her. Was this a time to test it? That seemed risky.
The mime did his thing and Tses was already wispy green energy. She ignored Lenna's nick-name and took a running jump at the Mime. He tried to create a shield, but she just dove through him, sending a kick backward with a now solid leg. SLAM! The guy tucked and rolled, looking comical as he tried to recover his bearings.
Turning to the second guy, Tses had to dodge as the flail came flying down. She felt a little PUSH from the weapon, not that it hurt, more like her body was being shoved out of the way. It was, strange. Like two lights being turned on in the same room, competing for the same space. She tried to reach out and grab it, but their mutations repelled like magnets, refusing to contact. That was good or bad, depending on how she looked at it. If he swung at her could he push her away? If she swung at him, what would she contact? The other guy seemed equally curious, perhaps a bit too focused on her to notice what Lenna was doing.
He was still quick with words. Tses disliked that about this guy. Tses was snarky, sarcastic, but she was not one for this sort of battle of whits. She crossed her arms and considered him, body going green with light form. Thankfully, the object was small enough her body seemed to consider it part of her clothing, and it melted with the rest of her.
"It's worth flaunting if you can get away with it. If you think you can take it back, then do it." She tucked it into the back pocket of her jeans, the glowing form translucent. He took the chance to try and convince her to go for a drink.
Tses laughed, "Do those types of pick-up lines actual work on people? I feel bad for the ones you've managed to win over." She noted the frost on the ground, and rolled her eyes. "Step one, hit on girls. Step 2, fight them if you fail?"
Tses had a strange feeling when Chrys complimented her. It was a warmth, a little gush of affection that came from being praised. The sensation was so new it took a while to process, and she realized she had never really had someone proud of her before. This was the craving that Chrys had discovered and stoked so quickly. The other woman knew how much Tses longed to be wanted, and the praise and words kept drawing Tses in close. She was hungry for belonging, and this opportunity was a chance to continue it.
Then, came a coin. Tses caught it with quick reflexes, holding the object carefully. She was being given a choice to join something, to be a part of it. She glanced once at Chrys, wondering if the smoldering in her heart carried to her eyes. This was a challenge, something she wanted to succeed at. She was taking it very seriously, and nodded her head with a decisive look. "I am willing to offer what abilities I have to The Syndicate."
To be perfectly honest, Tses had forgotten Sam had such a tendency to flirt. Actually, if she didn’t know any better, this younger version seemed to be even MORE forward. True, she had been vandalizing a library at the time, but she was stealing now. Actually, what type of guy flirted with criminals?
”Pretty sure appearance has nothing to do with street cred,” Tses avoided what she found to be an obvious trap commenting on whether or not she was pretty. She knew that would invite further commentary or compliments. Plus, Chrys was working on her ego. She needed to let some things slide if she was going to have progress.
“What thief would just give back a wallet? That defeats the point of taking it.” she checked to see if there was any money or cards worth messing with. She snorted and quirked an eyebrow at him.
”Amnesia got you down? Don’t hurt your brain too much. Your pick up lines never worked last time so can’t say we were on much of a first name basis, Sam.” she didn’t give the wallet back. She wondered if there was somewhere she could leave it for him to retrieve.
Simple things were the easiest to keep Tses happy. Chrys was very good with simple systems. Praise, reward. Encouragement. Why complicate something that in it's essence could be so functional? Things in the organizations would have plenty to understand and adapt to, but the relationship itself between the two women could not be easier to work with. This was their strength. Everything else could be carried by that.
Led through the room, Tses listened and noted what was being said. She knew very little about the Syndicate in the past, but the basics was a system thieves had used for years. In her days living in Chicago, Tses was part of a large group of criminals. Once she reached New York, she split away, but much of those habits remained. For someone with roots as deep as Tses, she would never be law abiding, even with a fresh start. She could shed a name but not her whole character. Chrys didn't try to change that. In many ways, they embraced that flawed person she had been.
Tses did not feel discomfort talking for once. To her, she treated this like she would answer Chrys in any environment: obedient, honest. "I worked with an underground group. I did hacking for a number of years, before it became a more risky talent. My mentor taught me to fight, and I survived most of my adulthood pick-pocketing my way through the city. After my secondary powers developed, that became easier. I can walk through walls, solid objects. Having an energy based form also makes fighting easier. Phasing in defense, solidifying to execute attacks." she wondered which, if any, of this information might be useful.
Tses was confident in what she had to offer, but also cautious knowing cockiness had been her downfall before. She knew she was human, fragile, prone to breaking. Having an energy form was her saving grace, a string of mercy her genetics had offered.
The girl seemed inclined to dismiss what Tses thought was an awfully logical possibility. Then again, Tses had seen enough strange things in her life that she didn't label one situation as complicated and another as simple. Magically wake up younger? Totally a rational possibility for memory loss. Heck, her powers saved her from a gunshot and her brain spent a significant period of time as moonlight. She was not about to try and rationalize things.
"I guess your enemies commit to things more than mine ever did. Either that, or you're too easy to find. They can't get revenge unless you suck at hiding," Tses remarked. She could practically see the gears turning in the girl's head. What made someone think that hard about life? Tses generally responded to life with a 'seat-of-her-pants' philosophy. If she couldn't keep one foot ahead of danger, it was her own fault. She had to be faster, and so far, she had been.
Tses did have the rationale to look concerned when the woman mentioned contacting her employer though. For some reason, that seemed like all sorts of red flags. "You're all doing that based on the assumption you know who is your enemy and who is your friends. Someone is chasing you, and you're in danger. Contacting anyone seems like a sure way to wave a flag of 'I'm over here!', especially if you lost memories. I mean, I didn't want much T.V. or anything, but a general rule of thumb is to assume everyone is the enemy until proven otherwise."
Tses stood, shoving her hands in her pocket. She wondered if the woman was just by the books to the point of foolishness. Tses wondered if she should leave the other way before she got stuck in a bigger mess. But, really? Call her boss?
"Logically question, let me just throw it at you. What year is it?" Always a good test to support the 'I must just have amnesia' game. "What year were you born in? We can narrow down some possibilities really quickly if you answer those things honestly."
New York was a city of change. People came, people left. Tourists shifted through daily with an endless array of cameras flashing and mutants blowing crap up.
Well, Tses was only responsible for the last part, really. That wasn't so much change even as it was just the daily usual beat of the city.
Today Tses was wandering the edge of the park, a few swiped wallets just taken for the fun of it. She didn't need the money any more so much as the little challenge her activities posed for her muscles and abilities. After her brush with death it had taken work to get back into shape, from running along roofs to climbing trees on the side. She didn't feel 100% yet, but that didn't mean she wasn't more than a challenge for most lawful citizens. After dumping a wallet--cards and all--into a trash can, she saw something in the distance that caught her eye. It was a familiar looking silhouette, but, younger. Really, how far had this plague of youth expanded anyway? Temporarily throwing caution away, she swooped behind the ice mutant and swiped a wallet with a light-form hand.
"Aren't you a little young to be an x-man?" she slipped in front of him, opening the wallet to see if he still had his old ID. What was that stick-in-the-mud's name again? Ah, Sam.
Tses listened to the explanation, trying not to let her doubts show in her face. If she had already defeated the first two, why run? Tactical retreat was not what it looked like from her point of view, but Tses happened to be a somewhat cynical person. She honestly really didn't care about the explanations. She was bored with no one to hit now.
"There has been stuff happening all over the city. The amnesia bit is getting a little old. You aren't one of those adult turned kids that's been popping up everywhere, are you?" It was possible, honestly. She seemed young. And the whole 'Lack of memories' was a sign she had heard a bit recently.
Without waiting for an answer Tses walked over to the side of the building and sat down, studying the girl. A responsible person might direct her to some place safer if random bad guys were chasing her. Tses was probably not responsible. "So, you have a plan from here or are you just going to keep running?"
Midway through the fight, the girl turned around and joined the pray. There was a knee to a nose, then a thud, and the second guy was down. Tses looked at her momentarily, raising one eyebrow. "If you could do that, why didn't you just fight back before? It would have saved you an awful lot of running." Tses commented, looking bored now.
Tses let the stranger raid their pockets, wondering if it was time to go about her business already. The question from the girl made her brow furrow though. "SUPER? Pretty sure that's some local group or whatnot. I am still catching up on all the politics, personally. I never had much need to care before." The only reason Tses knew as much as she did at this point was because of Chrys. But her connections were primarily with the Syndicate. SUPER, that was a different team. Tses had no interest in associating with anything unless it was to keep Chrys happy.
"Did you piss off the wrong person or something? Because generally, this is a much more peaceful walkway," the moonlight mutant made a broad sweep from one side of the roof to the other. She tried not to sound accusatory, but there was a little edge to her comment. In other words, why the heck was this woman on the run in the first place?
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Sidewalks were for wimps.
In a city as compact as New York, Tses couldn’t remember the last time she actually walked at street level. Okay, there was that one day she just walked thru a number is buildings, but that hardly counted. Today she was retracing her usual haunts, slipping from one place to another, occasionally blowing up someone’s coffee cup (whoops) or stealing something when she felt like it. The freedom was exhilarating and it made her feel alive again.
Things could have continued this way for the rest of the day if given the chance, but fate or some other cosmic forces had other plans. Out of nowhere strangers came running along the roofs, along her roof. One woman and a handful of bad guys.
What made them bad guys? Tses decided so.
Like a cat she made a drop on the situation, first using her light form to phase through the leader, then catching the following man in the face with a very solid crack. Damn that felt good! He hit the roof with a thud and the second guy swung, only to pass through her. He staggered and she kneed him hard in the backside. The cry of pain was great. Just like a comedy special.
Tses felt her eyes shut closely for a moment as the kiss touched her shoulder. The tiny trails of pleasure sparked in her brain and chased away the anxiety that threatened to build. The gentle words of praise continued the effect, a drug leaking through her veins and filling her body. You're my favorite... Such simple things had such profound meaning to the woman. Her childlike personality made her feel drawn to rewards, encouragement and confirmation. Keeping Chrys happy meant Chrys would stay. Tses would do what it took to stay in a place where this one person wanted to keep her.
With the manageable shoes, and the woven thread of powers linking them, they left. Tses didn't care where, that didn't matter. It wasn't her job to care, it was her job to obey.
Tses let Chrys make adjustments to her appearance where necessary. She relied on the other woman for confirmation she was up to standards. Tses had little experience with this lifestyle, much more adapt to a world of fighting, stealing, and trickery. Perhaps it was that darkness behind her eyes that caused the assistant to question her. It was easy to make someone presentable, but harder to hide the edges life had carved into them. It could have been easy to assume she was there as a bodyguard, had she not been with Chrys. Tses was certain Chrys needed no one to protect her. If Tses ever got the chance, she felt it would probably for the other woman's amusement, and Tses' fun.
Moonstone... The word sounded pretty coming from Chrys. Tses felt a small spark of pride at the title, her ego preening like a cat who got a good scratch. Chrys was claiming her, making sure everyone knew she belonged. Tses walked a little taller, possessive mind feeding off the contact even while keeping her thoughts masked.
"I can handle it." Tses answered Chrys with the statement. She didn't like being in these types of places, but she wanted to be there. She wanted to prove she could do this. She had sharp eyes, except when they faced Chrys. They had a way of looking wistful when she turned. Waiting, expecting, hoping for approval.
It was still surprising Chrys displayed a level of understanding to Tses' discomfort toward her figure. While their relationship already had very clear roles and expectations, Chrys seemed to know the difference between challenging Tses and making her unhappy. So while Tses may not have been a fan of some outfits, she was never pushed to a point she wanted to fight it.
Tses shivered slightly as Chrys kissed her, feeling the effect of the other woman's power take control. It made accepting the dress easier. Sometimes, Tses felt she leaned on Chrys power as an excuse to relax and let go of her own anxieties. While the ability only shared physical sensations, Tses had come to appreciate the feeling of connection.
She no longer questioned where she was going, just nodded to say she was willing. She reached up a hand to touch a bare shoulder, finding she almost liked the look. Then again, Chrys managed to make such flashes of skin rewarding in the end.
"I will always help where I can," she remarked, glad for now nothing had been asked outside her abilities. She had her own limits thanks to her lack of schooling, but she had been a doll so far, and dolls weren't required to be terribly smart.
Tses has never been one for obedience. Heck, she spent half her life getting beat up because of her insistence to do things her own way. She liked to think of those things as remnants from life 1. Life 2 had sent her back to Chrys, and the strange world expected there.
She did her own thing during the day, but at the end, she had somewhere to return to. Someone to return to. The person who pierced her back together in a literal and figurative way. Tses would only obey her. Chrys was hers. Even when it meant being treated like a doll and allowing Chrys to decide what she wore. Tses did not fight it. She was seduced by the game of rewards Chrys had begun.
Fractured. She was a thousand jagged splinters and half-formed feelings. But Chrysanthemum made her feel whole again. All she wanted was that silly thing: obedience. So Tses tried her best to learn.
”Understood,” Tses felt nervous. Whether it was the act of standing there waiting or the idea of being dragged someone with Chrys, she was anxious. She sat, trying not to cover herself with her crossed arms. She hated her skin. Hated every scar and ugly feature. But she let Chrys approach with the stockings, coaxed to sit down. Hmm. Putting on clothes was much less entertaining than when they went the other direction. That was another thing she was learning to enjoy. Her world was turned on end by the shared touch Chrys helped her experience.
”Why am I going with you?” the words came out before she could stop them, and she felt better that it happened now rather than later. Damn. Obedience. She could do this. She hoped...
