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...?
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Magic and Mystics
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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?
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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.
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Tses didn't leave, even with the girl snarling at her. It really was like seeing a kitten all puffed up and angry. Was she a bad person for feeling amused? Probably. Tses never had the illusion she was a good person though. She was just, slightly less evil than others.
When the little flickers of light seemed to return, Tses felt satisfied. Like her own green glow, she took light as a sign that the powers were alive and working. "Maybe some day I will. I like a good fight. And next time, maybe I'll even break a sweat." She looked at one of her hands with an amused smile. Her arms were littered with scars of her past fights, lessons she learned over the years. While she didn't want this kid to go through that level of trauma, she knew life was tough, and someone had to teach you.
Today, she was just a mentor. A mentor in how it felt to get your ass kicked.
"See you around Sparkler. Until the rematch then." And she slipped off through the nearest building, like a ghost retreating the way she appeared.
Tses sighed. The kid really didn't think before she spoke. While Tses was having a moment of weakness, that didn't mean she was trustworthy. Heck, she just punched the girl in the face, and blew up her bag. The girl responded by telling her how her power works?
"Listen, Sparks, don't go telling people you are useless without electronics. Do you want me to take your ass to some Amish village and dump you there? I have a thread of pity about four inches long and you're already at the end of it." They reached the store and she dumped her. Tses stood back for a moment before pushing her hair out of her face.
"I don't plan on sticking around so I would get whatever recharge you can and get yourself cleaned up. Next time, maybe you'll get in a punch or two back." Was she baiting the kid? Maybe. Sometimes that is what someone needed though. Tses remembered her losing fights in the past, and how the anger dragged her forward like fire. Maybe this spitfire would be the same. If not, not her problem.
Tses sighed. Wow, this kid really did sound like her. She did what she wanted, parents didn't care. Heck, Tses grew up without parents, so even someone who had no interest in her may have been an improvement. Or was it? It was easy to do your own thing when you didn't even have a chance to hope otherwise.
As the girl struggled toward the edge of the alley, Tses sighed. Fine, she could afford a moment of pity. She did punch the kid in the face. Heck, it wasn't even that hard, but the kid acted like she was dying. She swooped under the kids arm, easily pulling it around her shoulder and half walked, half dragged the blonde toward the nearest electrical source.
"If you shock me again, I have my hand close enough I'll drop an explosive down your shirt and see how fast you can strip to get rid of it. So I would take the help." She was ready to phase right out of the girl's grip if needed. It helped having ghost powers, even if she was feeling a bit tired herself. How did someone small still manage to feel so heavy?
Tses considered her argument. She mentally rewound through their encounter. Walk through the wall, comment on the art, girl gets attitude, blow up girls bag. She wasn't sure where she looked at it wrong. "All I saw was someone having attitude with me and then I got rid of the problem. And stop sniveling. Your face is fine. I didn't even break anything." Tses sighed. There was nothing exciting in the bag so she shoved it aside.
She glanced at the girl, considering the other injuries. Again, nothing deadly. Nothing a good band-aid wouldn't help with. "Why are you vandalizing anyway if you aren't looking for problems? Heck, I'm not even one of the good guys. What would you do if Mr. Justice and his team of super tight wearing freaks tried to stop you from your wayward path?" She mused.
Tses never thought of herself as someone to pity another human, but there were those weird moments in life where you couldn’t help but slow down and take a second look. This girl, Hell, she was so full of energy and desire to be tough. Then the way she leaned over sparked memories. Tses sighed, and even if she was still feeling some pain from the final shock (which, damn, it didn’t leave a mark but she could still feel her toes tingling), she let her body solidify.
”Well, you at least listened in the end. I’m sure if you had been full strength that would have smarted more. Still, guess I have had worse hair days.” she tried to flatten a pigtail, wincing. Yup, Chrys might have something to say about that if she didn’t get it under control. ”And I know the advice is unwanted, but coming from someone much older than you who literally took a bullet to the head this year, I would learn to pick your fights more carefully.”
Did she think the girl would even remotely listen? Not a chance. But it made her feel better saying it. She glanced at the damaged bag, and moseyed over , hooking it with her foot and digging through the damage to see if there was anything worth saving. Well, taking.
Tses was still fast on her feet. She had fought stronger, tougher mutants than this kid, and was surprised how freeing this felt. Last time she fought Forte and had her bones busted in more than one place. Heck, Tses felt like she was going easy on this girl. She waited for the kid to get up, and phased through the punch again. She felt her own energy reserves dwindling more after several attacks, but she had used her own timing well to avoid continuously feeding on the light force.
"Kid, you already know I can phase your attack past, why are you wasting your powers?" Tses ducked behind her and took a rather rough jab at the girl's shoulder. "Shouldn't you save the sparks for the hit that'll actually matter? Don't waste it on something you can't make contact with." Tses walked through the girl, and threw a solid jab at the kids face. Not enough to break a nose, but enough she sure would feel it tomorrow if it hit.
Tses reappeared and leaned against a nearby wall. She was amused. She wondered if this is how she looked getting angry at people in the past. There was once a time she was compared to a kitten, claws flexing as she tried to look tough. Hell, did she still look like that? She needed to work on her image. She created another little orb of energy and rolled it along the ground toward the girl.
"Any mutant learns to use their powers to their advantage. You seem to feel confident in yours. First step of being on the street is backing up your mouth with your fists." She slid sideways, phasing as the light exploded. She felt a sweep of electricity through her stomach, a faint tickle as it mingled with her own powers. As she solidified again, she took a shot at the girl's leg, aiming to sweep them out from under her.
Ah, the kid had a mouth. Tses wondered how disappointed Chrys would be if she caused any property damage today. She slipped out of light mode but let one arm continued with the green trails of energy.
Ghost of vandals past? Har har. ”The point was that you suck at this kid. No one even claimed you were bad. This is your reminder to grow up some more before you try to be big and touch.” Tses let the energy condense in her hand and then quickly swept the explosive into the backpack.
She quickly phased as the light exploded. Paint cake flying all directions, missing her, but creating the desired situation. Little mutant wanted to be a street thug? Well, time for her to meet the one blonde who ran these streets.
It was the first time in the last week Tses had the opportunity to go outside. After her surprise return to life, her body had been quite unhappy as it relearned to function. There were a few times she went to put a hand on a side table or to grab a cup and she would find her light form sending her straight through the object. It was annoying, to be frank. She felt like a deer learning to move all over again.
She was dressed in a pair of slim, well fitting jeans, with a different t-shirt than she would have worn in the past. The back had slits cut through it, showing flashes of skin, and the sleeves showed more of her shoulders than she was used to. It had been difficult to obtain outfits with Chrys around, wanting to play dress-up and making her try on an array of items she felt awkward in. But, she was coming to like it. The whole situation was a strange mix of emotions she could not process.
The one thing she was dying for was a new set of headphones, however. So she was wandering the city, waiting to cross the perfect set. She walked from one wall to another, letting her ghost form carry her in a lazy way. When she emerged through one, she was surprised to find a flash of movement move through her. Eyes narrowing, she held the light form and side-stepped, noticing a girl in front of her. Spray painting. "How original. Finally get your training-bra on to try your hand in some vandalism?" She snorted. Cute. But amateur.
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The answer came unexpectedly. Tses was waiting for something mocking, sarcastic even. Yet Chrys was being genuine. As long as you want to stay by my side, I'll keep you.
This was strange, confusing coming from someone with powers like Chrys possessed. Tses had come to see the other girl as manipulative, possessive in nature. True, they were friends, in a weird, somewhat twisted way. Yet that never prepared her for a softer side. It was the same side that rescued her body, pieced her back together. This spark of tenderness made Tses feel a spark of greed herself. She didn't want to share it. She didn't want Chrys to look at someone else that way, call someone else that way. "No contracts." Tses said, her voice somewhat stronger. She looked up, a small fire lit behind her eyes. The lights seemed to curl around Chrys' hand when it came to touch her face. Mine... It was like a growl inside her heart becoming stronger.
What...what was it? Maybe the truth was, she was the one who was a bit on the possessive side.
The kiss caused her to stiffen from reflex, then her muscles relaxed once more. The parting words hummed through her brain. You get to make the choice...
Chrys disappeared to the kitchen and Tses felt her hands shaking ever so slightly. She shut her eyes, gripping her hair and trying to stop the odd quake in her chest. Stop it! Get a grip! The turmoil in her brain caused her to stumble out of the bed, eyes catching on the large window stretching on one end of the room. With unsteady feet she walked over, sinking to the ground in front of it. The city spread out in all directions, a view even better than any rooftop had brought her. She almost forgot she lacked clothing, eyes too blurry with tears that had started falling. I'll keep you... Rage, pain, dismay, emptiness. Love and loss, memories swept away with a bullet.
Mine.
No, this time, this time it wouldn't be taken from her. This time, she knew where she wanted to be.
Like a ghost she found her way to the kitchen, reaching around behind Chrys and pulling herself to the warmer body. She buried her wet face into the other girl's hair and breathed. Her teeth found a little piece of skin and bit, the sensations traveling down her own spine. Mine.
Tses had been told she deserved a lot of things in her lifetime. She was told she deserved to die, she deserved to be taught a lesson, deserved jail. And once, that she deserved better. But this was the first time someone told her she deserved to feel good. She never thought life would bring her someone that could tear through her walls, make it through her resistance and trace their fingers on her heart. The feeling made her nervous and unsure.
Chrys surprised her by carrying her into the other room. The other woman always seemed to have a polished appearance, and being strong enough to lift Tses did come as a shock. Well, not that Tses was particularly heavy, but Chrys did not seem the type to exert so much energy on someone else. Her next words concerned Tses more. You'll stay here.
"For...how long?" Tses asked before she could stop herself, feeling the phrase was open ended. After being set down, she found herself pulling her knees to her chest, watching Chrys with eyes that were much more alert now. Her powers flickered, green light slowly crawling along her arms, crisscrossing her chest, snaking around her neck. They were like spider webs, creating a cocoon, the green light making shadows that amplified what she was refusing to say. How long would Chrys keep her? How long until she got bored? She shut her eyes, wondering why she was feeling anything but relief at the idea of one day getting away.
She was just a doll, a toy. Chrys would bore of her soon. She would realize the broken creature she brought home was fun for reactions and to test, but eventually that would grow old, and she would be removed. She had to keep guarding the only part of herself she had left, keeping the feelings from penetrating her heart. This was a game, she was safe if she played along. Chrys would get bored.
Like everyone else. Don't get attached. She is like everyone else.
Tses was beginning to wonder if there was some mistake when she bypassed by death’s door. As her heavily scared knuckles reached for the handle, what had caused the other side to turn her back? Was it for this? For this reward that a life of crime never deserved? For her to experience these feelings, so intense her throat felt raw from held back whimpers and her muscles ached along her stomach and legs but she didn’t mind.
Her head was pressed into the soft place of Chrys collarbone, where little red bite marks were fading. Her skin was slick and sticky, her long forgotten requests for clothing slowly returning. ”Pet, are you okay?” hmm, was she? She was coming back from a world of new sensations, amplified by Chrys powers. She had gone from a place where she was reluctant to be touched to begging for it not to stop. Her, beg? What had possessed her in those moments?
What was still possessing her that caused her to sleepily press a kiss to Chrys skin, eyes shut, face calm. She felt gratitude. This foreign sensation of belonging. Wanting. Wanting to be wanted. Wanting to be cared for. Wanting to please. This was the hook, the drug, drawing her into something equal parts dangerous and wonderful.
Tses looked into Chrys’ eyes and her pulse raced again. The words were said with confidence and assurance. Tses was inclined to trust them, if for no other reason than her last history with Chrys. The voodoo doll woman was a little twisted, but she had always been very clear about what she wanted and what would happen. Now Tses craved such clean lines. Do or don’t. Yes or no. Survival was exhausting and she was yearning just as the other girl said she was.
Chrys drew closer, the fabric of her shirt giving coverage for Tses momentarily while also living little to the imagination. She was feeling both of their senses being tested now. Her arm trembled slightly in involuntary response. Submission... Tses twisted her head, as Chrys whispered in her ear. Each word continued the sirens song to lure her in.
She felt her head dip, her lips grazing Chrys collarbone. Her own nerves told her how nice it felt. She let her teeth collect a tiny patch of skin and bite gently, letting the faint sting travel through her senses. Letting go, her tongue flicked once to lick the mark. She felt that too, warmth traveling through her. She was never that aggressive before. Never that forward. Her mind was captured by these small sensations she never allowed to happen.
This, this was why people wanted to be close, wanted romance. To feel safe, protected, wanted. Don’t leave me. she ducked her head into Chrys neck, breathing in her scent. The girl called her stunning. Tses felt such words were wildly misplaced, but she left the hand where it was. ”I...I can learn.” What could she learn? To stop fighting? To be protected? To be cared for? Or how to keep this equally volatile woman happy?
This felt different. Tses already knew it would, considering her only relationship was with a boy. Ty was a thief, but still a little soft around the edges. Chrys was the opposite, threatening but her touch was feathery, the feeling of nails against Tses’ skin strange but not unpleasant. The racing of nerves turned into a strange fluttering heartbeat that washed to the surface, a flush in her cheeks. She wasn’t entirely against this, but there was still resistance to break behind.
The nip came unexpectedly, the feeling of teeth bringing a low growl from her throat until it turned into a kiss. She felt awkward, uncomfortable by that. She had minimal practice, after all it wasn’t like she sat around making out with her boyfriend. Although, had it felt like this, she may have reconsidered. The intoxicating sensation of feeling Chrys enjoying this made her own emotions follow. Heck, this was grade A level cheating. She felt the ache in her gut again, hand sliding to clutch the other girl’s, dazed by the feeling of smooth skin held by her own rough hands.
”People are liars.” She let the words press back to Chrys instead of a return kiss. She was holding their hands tighter, but her mouth was still fighting. ”They stab you in the back, hell, they shoot you in the back. They claim they want to help you but they only want to change you.” she looked back at Chrys, a blaze of emotions in her own irises. It was the look of someone who knew the first taste of love, countless stings of betrayal, and the empty guilt of assuming you were never worth it to begin with.
”Take care of me?” the pads of her fingers were tracing Chrys fingers now, as if against her will. She was letting the contact with her hair and face prevent her from running. ”The last person couldn’t even keep me alive.
Life was as clear to Tses as a flash of green light, a glimpse at the abyss waiting. She spent years running from what she wanted, from people who made her feel some semblance of sanity. There was the boy who clawed his way into her heart but in the end was still unable to reach her, and she carried his hoodie, able to cling to the fabric more easily than she had to the person. There were broken bones and amnesia, childlike innocence and monster like rage, and none of that mattered in the end.
If life gave you a chance to restart, was it worth taking?
”Some toys are broken when you find them,” Tses countered. ”Is it really worth playing with broken toys? How did she feel being a ‘toy’? She was torn. After watching some who seemed drawn to her enough to steal her body and repair it, she could not argue Chrys was showing an intense, if not somewhat warped, attachment to her. That did not mean her own interest was settled. Tses has always been the powerful one. What was it like to have someone else in control.
The next contact was on her own skin, and the shiver she felt was much stronger there. She shut her eyes involuntarily, and felt her cheek pressing against the contact. Was that, consent, to this? Acceptance? She felt her head drift more, as if aching to feel the fingers on her hair instead. Just...don’t leave.. it was warped and twisted, but this was the only chain she had to hold her to reality.
