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 had her arm in her mouth, the taste of blood leaking lightly to her tongue. It was tangy like iron, a ruby string tying her down to reality. Chrys was saying things, like the devil on her shoulder, a siren luring her toward the edge of a dangerous cliff. She needed to get away from this, escape the temptation and the games being played.
Why did her legs shake, as she sank closer to the floor? She shut her eyes, trying to muffle the noises she was making. Chrys was right, pain was familiar. She had a great tolerance for pain, enough that letting her teeth cut her own skin was possible. The playing with her senses, the idea someone was able to bring her to her knees like this was horrible. It was horrible...
So why was her jaw releasing, and her arm slowly falling away. Her eyelashes fluttered, one hand clawing near her own neck for something to hold onto. ”Why? Does this, amuse you?” Chrys had called her a doll, after all. Tses was just an object of collection for Chrys. Why did Tses even bother asking out loud? Maybe she should be grateful, the feelings being administered were seductive. But she knew what was down this road. Abandonment, frustration. Giving in to someone else’s wants only to be left when you became too much to handle.
When the contact stopped, Tses thought it was safe to stand and follow. One shaky step in front of the other tested horribly weak muscles. She used to be so athletic, but now it was almost as much effort to walk two steps as it was to run two miles. Then, there was Chrys, and that look that Tses should have known to be wary of. She held a hand up, and Tses recognized the threat.
”Oh, Chrys, I don’t F—“ What little strength she had regained disappeared with a breathy gasp, and she fell sideways into a wall. She was cold, but the touches were making her body fill with different warmth. She wanted to be angry, but it...well honestly, she was confused by what she was feeling. She started to feel lulled, her mind bending...
Then she lifted her own arm, and bit it. Teeth cut flesh with force as she let the pain rush through the other sensations, seeking solid ground. No... she did understand this, and that was the only reaction she knew when something frightened her.
Tses was doing her best not to absolutely lose it now that she realized she had no clothes on. For someone who spent most of her life covering virtually every inch of her skin, this felt like she had been literally skinned alive. Her heart was racing a little, and she didn't even have the energy to be annoyed at Chrys' condecending nature. She wanted clothes first! It didn't matter what type of clothes.
She was already sitting now, trying to resist covering herself with her arms. That felt a little late considering how long Chrys had probably been staring at her body. She flushed again. She felt so uncomfortable with her own figure. She was tiny, thin, with what could only be compared to a models thin physique from years on the street, but her own scars and self-doubt made her hate her body.
"Chrys, I appreciate you repairing my skull and saving me from a crematorium. I do. But I swear, if you put a bow in my damn hair I won't be happy. I am already sure I have a buzz cut on one side. I don't need a bow to top it off." She cried in exasperation.
Then, oh....She was about to stand when Chrys started, well, there was contact. Or, it felt like contact. She almost fell over as the petting sensation moved to her waist and she shivered. This experience was not something she was ready for. She had moments with Ty, but the contact always terrified her. She resisted, ran, struggled not to feel things. The problem was she could not run from Chrys the same way. She was a toy, and the master was tugging here and there, making her feel what she did not want to feel. "C...chrys. How can I stand when you are doing that?" She shut her eyes, trying to get a hold of her self. "You can't...when you are linked, you can't do that to me if you want me to come with you."[/b][/color] Her voice sounded like a kittens mew, attempting to be fierce but also facing a very strange and frightening situation.
Tses could have been surprised by what Chrys was saying. After all, having someone they put your skill back together in such a casual way was certainly disconcerting. This, however, was Tses. She broke more bones, had more scars, suffered more falls than she ever wanted to admit. She was almost burned alive in her childhood, had several assassination attempts on her, and only lived now by some sheer dumb luck. She frowned at the thought this emergency phasing could have risks though. ”I suppose I should just be grateful to be breathing. But I have never been much of a person of gratitude.” She snarked.
Then, Chrys kissed her. Tses shivered involuntarily at the contact, a red flush crossing her cheeks.She was groggy and that made her react more slowly, but she still did not like the forward actions. Then came the strange sensation of touch, that haunting transfer of pleasure to her limbs. Ah, she forgot about this part. It would do little good to lash out at Chrys anyway. They would just share the pain, right? At least, that’s what she remembered. It had been six years.
But, why did she still feel cold? She reached to tug at her hoodie, only to realize, there was nothing. No hoodie, no shirt. No bra. No clothing.
”Holy fu—CHRYS!!!! When you bring home a doll, you put FRICKIN CLOTHING ON IT!!!”
Tses drank while she processed what was being said. A few key words stood out: corpse, for one. Wait, what corpse? Surely not, her? Taking a bullet to the head certainly was fitting for a corpse, but she felt alive now. Why else would she be thirsty? She tried to find some flicker of memory, but from the point of pain to waking now, there was nothing. She could only assume her body focused on survival, and things like hearing, thinking and processing would be unnecessary. At least she was alive.
>>”...add you to my collection...”
Well, if this was alive? She wasn’t sure how to feel about the situation.
I don’t remember. There was a shot, and then...this. But, weird things have happened to me before. I learned how to walk through walls, so maybe surviving a gunshot isn’t impossible?”[/b] she shivered at the touch on her skin, becoming aware of the bare spot where her hair had been shaved away. The stitches felt itchy now, and her hand flicked up and caught Chrys on the wrist.
”Why does it feel so weird...” the tiniest flicker of green energy flushed her fingers then faded. Her powers had clearly burnt their corse keeping her alive.
Alive? The surprise in those words made Tses feel anxious. She tried to move a hand, muscles feeling a week from lack of use. ”W...” She started to ask where she was, what happened, who was talking, but the only word she could finish was ”Water.”
She managed to reach her hand up to the side of her head, and felt along the edge of a expertly repaired wound. The memory of a bullet pressed into her with impossible weight. She crawled away from death like a cat with nine lives, so close she whisper “f—you.” into the reapers ear.
Finally her eyes opened, as brilliant blue as ever and flecks of glowing green lingering around the irises. The face above her was familiar, even after many years apart.
Well, who else could have snatched her from the devil other then the woman who gave him so many new playthings.
When you die, people describe a feeling of your life passing before your eyes. Memories, moments, even regrets. Tses felt a lot of those things when the impact of the bullet sent her body into survival mode. Nothing could stop the initial break of skin and bones, but diverting all energy to transform your brain into light...well, weirder crap had happened to mutants. The body has it's own ways to survive.
Police did not generally check if someone was a mutant when they found a Jane Doe. They didn't check if a heart was nothing but moonlight, trying to sustain a broken body. And a lazy mortician didn't bother much beyond nothing injuries, checking for a pulse, and heading to their lunch break. When the body was missing, the records all said it went through the proper channels. Disposed of, beyond their interest to guarantee.
Meanwhile, the mutant hovered between the world of life and death, all energy remaining on the aspect of survival.
Her last few years had been chaotic. Stealing, running, trying to forget a stupid boy who left her behind. A stupid boy she could not help missing. As she hovered near death, she considered the feeling of forgiveness. He wasn't there to save her, and she wasn't worth saving after all. She fought and clawed her way up from the bottom, only to find a crutch to lean on, holding her onto sanity. With the certificate of death, her past life melted away.
She really must be a ghost now. A Will-o-the-wisp ready to haunt someone new.
Then, a change. Someone was there, piecing her back together. They stitched up the wound, covering the injuries and giving her body the first chance it had to heal. Slowly, her life-sustaining power was able to relax, her mind returning from vapors of light, her heart fluttering once more. She felt a breathe, another, her lungs struggling to remember how to work. She felt cold, confused, falling in and out of sleep and failing to realize what was occurring.
Stitched back together, like a rag-doll mended from the edge of destruction.
Her eyes opened, and her tongue flicked across dry lips. Where was she, and who had bothered to rescue her?
Contact with the clothing did what it often did: it brought Ty to a time and place in the past, back when a blonde haired girl ran wild in the streets of New York. There were memories of a breakup, as fuzzy to the hoodie as it had been to the girl. The fight had been much like normal: he cared, she pulled away. With the tears and misunderstandings, she went her way, taking the green hoodie with her. For a bit it stayed in the dark, hidden in a box, a closet, until it started being worn again but a sad, lost girl.
She wore it at night when she was lonely, a glowing flicker of green light feeling lost. She riddled with the strings and the pockets, actions carrying memories she wished she could convey. She forgave him for leaving, for running from someone as damaged as her. ”Some people just can’t be saved.” she whispered, staring at a mirror, holding the fabric. ”Maybe pushing you away was the best way to save you from me. Heh, if I had your powers at least I could find memories in something stupid like this.”
Tses never said what she wanted: she wanted him to come back for the hoodie, come back and fill the empty spaces within the sleeves. She wanted him to save her again, but he never did. Then one day, there was a single gunshot. The hoodie never knew who, or why. But it traveled with the girl to be dumped, one day found by police until it was stored in evidence, waiting to be found.
He was too late, but she never held that against him. She never expected him to return, only held onto the comfort that had been there once before.
At some point during the bus ride Tses wondered why she was still tagging along. On the one hand, it was probably a good thing she had. If anyone on the police force recognized her at this point they may pick up on some of her usual escape routes: rooftop, back alleys, twisty turning escapes. Taking public transit? Not her usual style. She hated feeling predictable though, so she stayed on the bus. Getting off at the same stop as her new aquaintance was more out of curiosity than anything else. After all, he did still have the stolen merch with him.
The house they eventually ended up at was decent for the city. Considering an apartment here seemed to take an organ donation to pay for, anything with more than one room always felt spacious. She was back on the streets currently, so anything with a roof was pretty decent actually. She snooped as she walked, bolder than most women would be wandering into a strangers home. The ability to walk through walls was a big factor in that though. If anything, she was more reckless lately. Escapes were endlessly available so long as she didn't overuse her powers.
"Not a bad set-up," Tses found herself commenting as she looked over the workspace. She jabbed a thumb at some of the coding. "This is more my avenue though. The general tinkering, fixing things stuff. Meh. Explosive powers and repairing stuff never did really feel 'compatible'." She snarked.
"I'll do my best to keep my compliments to myself."
Tses debated whether sticking her tongue out or flipping him off would be appropriate, but neither really seemed necessary. In fact, the smart-ass response almost made the company more tolerable. Not that people were really that tolerable these days.
"What should I call you?"
Tses considered it. She could make something up if she wanted, but she really didn't have much reason to protect her identity at this point. Her name was fairly unique, but it wasn't like she was tied to a record anywhere that she knew of. "I guess you can call me Tses if you want." She shrugged. The gesture came naturally to her. She caught herself shrugging alot actually. Mayb eshe should stop that.
"Life is a street kid is like... I don't know. Lawless. And like, privileges. Society doesn't give you anything, but it doesn't expect anything. So it works both ways." she kept her shoulders still this time but felt the wayward "don't give a crap" attitude came across anyway. Implied shrug.
Transportation? Tses wondered how he felt about stolen cars. Probably more vocal than stolen belongings. Or, she assumed. She still didn't know this guy well enough yet. She let the glow return to her arms and followed towards the door. He could stumble around if he wanted. She preferred to see where she was going as a rule of thumb.
"I usually walk. But there's the subway too. Public transpiration is pretty decent in this city." If you need to get anywhere fast, that is. She usually took the scenic route.
"And I don't know what the deal is with normal people, but let's just say compliments aren't just something I throw around. I guess I'm more of a realist. Life is kinda shitty, I don't waste my time oooing and awwwing over it." She rolled her eyes. Maybe she did prefer the criticism. Somehow, that felt honest. "And maybe compliments just don't feel genuine to people like me. No one is going to compliment a street kid. You save that for the blonde bimbos with the boobs." She stepped forward, and formed a glowing orb in her hand. It rolled into the lock and released with a pop. The door swung open easily afterwards.
"Easier than bobby pins." She added, stepping through.
Tses rolled her eyes at the girl as she climbed over the railing. She didn't need friends. She didn't need anyone. People were dumb. Yet she still managed to sit up and watch as the girl started to climb. She squinted a little at the landing, then found her arm suddenly flagging the girl.
"I wouldn't step on that step if I were you!" She involuntarily warned. It would have been more fun to watch her fall, but something about metal crashing into the pavement, and blood, and the mess... She didn't really want to witness that.
"Scrap metal? Scrap metal? My dear Madam, give me some food and about an hour or two and it will be working better than it has ever worked before in its lifetime, that is rather easy."
Tses blinked slowly, brain wrapping around the words as he said them. Technomancer huh? It'd been awhile since she met a mutant with manipulative powers like that. She was always a software person. Hack a little there, code a little here. She couldn't resist looking impressed. There was just enough light he might even see it too. "Well, if you want to fix it, by all means. Hacking I can handle. That whole, manipulating metal and stuff? My powers haven't quite taken that left turn yet."
"True, but from my point of view I see it differently. Firstly I get an interesting challenge dumped on my lap, a rather beautiful lady literally "drops in" and in order to hide from a threat she kindly unlocks the door to a nearby shop. So far as I can see practicality outranks social convention. I would rather survive and then apologize to the owner than stay pure as the driven snow and potentially endure a beating. Miss whatever your name is."
Beautiful...
Tses' brain tripped over the expression, her brow knitting as she gazed at him. "Sure you didn't hit your head or something?" She remarked cautiously. Even Ty wasn't quite that forward when she met him. Then again, he was sort of the kicked puppy sort of guy. This Richard guy seemed....up? Something.
"And can't say I know much about anything social. Street rules are a different variety." She admitted, trying to process the emotions going through her. There was a spark of irritation, defensiveness. But also maybe a little flattery?
Tses paused and tilted her head a little. "Well, pretty sure there may be like, a policeman, or the guy whose computer it was...Didn't really ask names you know. Kinda ruins the whole, evasion techniques." She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. Not that he could see them. She let a little bit of light emit from her hands as she located the hard drive.
"And that's one mystery you'll have to solve for yourself. Hacking a computer is one thing. Not worth the effort once it's scrap metal." She paused as someone ran past, but the footsteps receded. Now it was just muffled nighttime sounds outside.
"And err...you're welcome? You know, most people would protest a bit more when 'spicing up an evening' involved crime..." Then again, Ty had appreciated that side of her. She momentarily wondered if she stumbled upon another criminal. She wished she could tell.
Tses didn't hear any yelling or gunfire, so hopefully, the evasion was working. Unfortunately, she had this stranger following her. And he had questions. She started to make a face, but realized, he really wouldn't see it in the dark.
"Err, well, pretty sure I was stealing something. Pretty sure you just broke into this building with me." She wondered if he'd take back his nice to meet you. She leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms. A faint glow lingered around her hands, only enough to bring out the outline of the room. Not enough to draw attention though. Emergency exits gave off more light. "I'd give you my name, but I'm not quite sure if you're one of those do-goody turn-me-in sorta guys." Tses remarked, trying to size him up in the dark. Not that he could do much if she really wanted to get away. Light-form was pretty useful for evasion.
