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.
His words made her feel better, and although she was still pretty nervous, it was nicer than when he just went for it before and the kitchen ended up destroyed. She felt, respected, which was nice. She knew she was difficult to put up with, but the fact he tried anyway was comforting. She chuckled sheepishly at the memory. "Well, I don't cook, so I have to use my kitchen utensils for something..." She grinned, her little lopsided smirk. she pushed her hair out of her face, then back into it, uncertain how to leave it.
"And I don't think you have to worry about that... If you try something and I'm not comfortable with it, you'll know." Her eyes flashed with that little dangerous twinkle, and then she settled back into his arms, smiling more naturally. "But I'll try to say something first before just hitting you again..." She offered.
Ty pulled away slightly, and Tses wondered momentarily if she upset him. She did have a bad habit of doing that when she didn't mean to, but as she looked back at him, she noticed the serious look in his face. It didn't seemed upset, more, concerned. She listened as she spoke, and slowly fiddled with the tiger in her hands. Then she got the courage to look him in the eyes, because she knew that was the only way he'd know she was serious as well. "I would, I just.... I don't have a clue what I'm doing, and I'm uncomfortable but I'm not I just." She gave a deep sigh, and set her name against the blanket.
"I'm nervous around you. I never had to deal with people, let alone deal with l....loving someone." She said, and looked back up at him, blinking shyly. She hated being all school girl like this, but it kinda took over her brain and was running things now.
Tses felt that old fear begin to rise with the seriousness of the situation. It wasn't a bad serious, but it was enough to get her pulse racing and make her thoughts scramble. She hated being close, she hated being kissed, but she liked it... she just felt so, awkward with it. She glanced away shyly, cheeks getting pink, and looked back at him out of the corner of her eye, fiddling with her long bangs. Then she was distracted because she realized she needed a haircut, and that seemed like something easier to think about than being kissed.
"I guess if you put it that way..." She said slowly. She was torn between feeling comforted and feeling nervous now, but didn't pull away. She had to learn to be braver with him.
Tses look at Ty; really looked at him, not just glanced at him and then away like she usually did, and not glaring either, which was about the only time she maintained eye contact for very long with people. She looked at his eyes, his face, the shape of his jawline and the way his hair fell. She looked at him, taking in the features and really appreciating them. Oh, she always thought he was cute, but in a way, she kinda tended to see him more in the puppy-dog type light. He was an adorable pain in her ass, with reddish hair and a tendency to sulk when things didn't work out because Tses was such a jerk all the time. But then he was her boyfriend, and she could appreciate the little details. His eyes were blue and ice colored like hers, but they held so much more warmth and affection. She envied that. Envied him. Wished it were easier to show her feelings and convey her emotions. But she just felt, stuck.
She looked at him, and wanted to show how she felt, but then the fear rose back to the surface and she felt herself wanting to pull away. Letting someone near was terrifying, no matter how badly she wanted or needed it. Letting someone love her was like giving someone a gun, pointing it at her head, then saying "you can pull the trigger if you want to". Who's to say they wouldn't? Who's to say she wouldn't end up hurt and alone in the end? Who's to say things wouldn't work out, and they wouldn't stay together?
Her life would always be tied to the memories of him, and she could never put that behind her. She was a skinny little street kid with no one to care about, but no one to care about her. She wanted to change, she did, but when she let go, what would happen? She was clinging to a rope with no way of knowing how far around the ground was, and she was too tired of holding on and wanted to let go. But she knew, no matter how frightened she was of this, she couldn't fight him any more. So she didn't look away; she kept his gaze: a little bit afraid, but knowing she couldn't be alone any longer.
"I just hope in the end I'm the right type of light in your life."
Tses chuckled slightly, and glanced away from him, picking at the comforter and setting her little Tiger on her knees. She didn't feel so cold now, and for the moment, the fear was suppressed in her mind. "Something special when you met me? What? My snarky attitude and me laughing at you getting attacked by a dog? Or my graceful tumble through the skylight? I'm just a will-o'-the-wisp. A little light in the darkness that leads people astray."
She always loved those old celtic legends. There were a few times she listened in on an older homeless man in Chicago, as he told stories to the other kids. Her favorite had been about the Will-o-the-wisp, because they seemed so ghostly and innocent, but then they caused so much damage. Their ethereal light reminded her much of her moonlight glowing abilities, and she wondered if perhaps the will-o-the wisps were just misunderstood.
Tses was staring at the comforter in front of her, looking at the tiny little strings in the fabric. After being stuck in the dark for so long, it was nice to see things in the light. She clung to Ty's hand, feeling the rougher and smoother textures of his skin, and she listened to his voice, enjoying the ever so subtle accent that tended to leak through when something bothered him. She didn't feel very comforting or reassuring. If anything, she felt needy and childish. But he kept saying she was a good girlfriend. She didn't know if she believed it...
She'd been so mad. When she was with Chrys, she had prank called several random strangers just to get her anger at him out. She'd been reckless and stupid and hurt, but now it all felt silly. She didn't feel like she should be mad, and all she felt were the lingering traces of the saddness, and the ever present fear that was taking over her mind. The apartment seemed so big, made her feel so vulnerable. This wasn't a house; this was a cage. One she'd be trapped in forever by herself.
"You make up for your mistakes. You always make me feel better." Tses said, looking up at him. She buried her emotions again, and gave him a small smile. "I love you too, Ty." She returned the words, not tripping over them this time. It felt nice. Felt normal. Yet so strange to come from her.
Tses was a little confused by the turn of conversation, but it wasn't an unusual feeling with her. Kids in general made her nervous, so any conversation would confuse her a bit. She wasn't sure if all kids talked like this, but from what little she'd seen, she figured that was pretty common. Or, she liked to think it was common.
Kids made too much mental crap to deal with.
>> "This is Mr. Tickle, he's married to Mrs. Tickle."
Well, that explained a lot. Not. Well, Mrs. Tickle must be another rabbit then, maybe the girl had her at home. Or maybe Mrs. Tickle was really some really well drawn super model figure, because that was what they did in Who Framed Rodger Rabbit. Jessica Rabbit was most certainly NOT a rabbit. She had always thought that movie was a little bazaar, especially when watching it after Aladdin. She made a note to better prepare for spontaneous movie nights when breaking and entering in malls.... Whatever, didn't really seemed relevant now. The current problem seemed to be----
A Hello Kitty Store.
"Kid, I don't think your sister is going to be in there! It's....cute... and pink. Let's go check Hot Topic or something!" She protested, but found herself being unwillingly dragged towards the store with adorable white kittens in the window. Her eyes widened, and she had memories of build a bear flashing through her mind, and inwardly, she was screaming not again not again NOT AGAIN!. However, she wanted to get rid of the girl, right? Best place to do that would be someplace cute and cuddly, and with plenty of parents with children who might be able to help Penelope who weren't serial killing grandma's.... "It just so... kidish...."
There had to be better ways to be a good Samaritan and help people that DIDN'T involve humiliating herself. She wouldn't make the kid go to the cops, sure, but was a lady with kids that bad? Where was that girl's sister, anyway. This search was getting more and more hopeless, and she was risking actually getting attached to the little brat. Which was risky.
The kid was yelling. What a buzz kill. The idea of pushing him out was looking nicer every second. They still had a few minutes before reaching the convenience store, at least going the 'speed limit'. "You are a brat, and, you don't know how to have fun. Can't you just chill out? I'll get the car back in one piece, he won't know it's gone, and you can go back to whatever you were doing hiding in the back of the car." She gave a wicked smirk at him, then turned back to the road. For just learning, she was doing fairly well, staying within the lines and everything. She felt like a child who was given a crayon and a coloring sheet. She only got the basics of what she was doing, but as long as the colors were within the 'lines' she was a GREAT artist.
"Cars aren't exactly what I typically take. Give me a few pockets to pick, whatever, you'd be impressed. But you gotta start somewhere, and yeah 'sorry you're the guinea pig'." She said it in a mocking tone, and stuck her tongue out at the kid. Yup, there was the decline in her maturity level. But he brought it out of her, he really did. She blamed the kid.
Tses was a bit relieved when they started talking again, and tried not to sigh. One less thing to worry about for now. She was glad the girl cared about Ty enough to defend him, but was also glad she was understanding where Tses was coming from. It was hard to work together until you saw things eye to eye, and they had to build more of a relationship before that started happening. Right now they were just two strangers, trying to hunt through central park to find a missing boy. She wasn't sure where they would look, or what they would find, but somehow, they had to make it work out. For the sake of the mission.
The park was pretty empty today, and there were only a few couples and dog walkers moving around. Trash cans were stationed every few feet along the path, most starting to overflow with the weather slowing the trash pick up. Tses glanced at some of these as she moved, and listened as Butterfly talked. She was quiet for a second, then responded. "Because... I only cared about one person before. There was a fire, we got separated, and I never saw her again. I got used to being on my own after that, and I didn't have to care about anyone. I don't know how to show someone I care."
She crossed her arms across her chest, and glanced up at the sky, then back at Chloe. "Teaching me to show I care about someone would be like teaching you to steal. Could happen, but takes time."
Tses sighed slightly as she sank against him. For the first time, she felt content. She didn't feel worried about being tough or being 'her'. She wasn't even trying to be cuddly for his sake either. she just needed the contact, needed to know someone was there. Her back was starting to hurt and her shoulders were bruises were forming, but that was a normal discomfort. She wasn't worried about going anywhere right now. This was enough.
"No matter who you are, or what you become, I'd still care about you. So, you got a side that's darker. It happens to the best of us." Her words seemed to flounder a little, and weren't as clear or comforting as she would like. But she followed it up by giving him a quick peck on the cheek, then blushing slightly and settling back into her cuddling. She had trouble with showing emotions, but felt better being able to push through some of her resistance at least for now. She wondered if she would start falling back to 'normal' soon, but the inner turmoil occurring in her mind reminded her it could be awhile if she did.
The fabric of the comforter slowly warmed her up, but while it comforted her body, it didn't help much with her mind. There was still a part of her trapped in that trunk, trying desperately to escape. alone alone alone it echoed in her brain, and she buried her face in the comforter while Ty moved to the bathroom. alone alone alone She was yelling at that piece of her mind to shut up, but it was a broken record. You'll always be alone. Just like this. In an apartment with no pictures, no identity. No one would know who lived here if you ever went missing. Ty showed up this time, but he won't next time. You'll just be alone alone alone. Silly little girl. Alone----
Then, Ty was there. She looked up as she slipped under the blanket, and her eyes caught his. He looked so.... regretful. Why did it take so long for him to feel sorry? Why hadn't he figured it out sooner? Part of her was still hurt, still angry. But that side of her didn't matter. She learned her lesson last time. Pushing people away only hurt them both in the end. So she reached out, and took his hand, giving a small genuine smile. "You came back. And that's the most important thing to me.... it may take a while to really.... get over it... but I have been dumb to push you away before when I needed you." Slowly, she wiggled her way under his arm. She didn't care if he didn't feel cuddly. She just need to next to him and feel safe.
Typically, Tses would object to being carried, but under the circumstances, it felt like an allowable action. Cold, tired, and shivering, she nestled against Ty and shut her eyes, comforted by the action. She didn't like feeling helpless, but she was learning to enjoy being cared about. He had found her, regardless of all their fighting, and regardless of his own emotional problems. It was... nice. She had hope again. Hope that even when things were bad, he would return. They messed up, but he'd fixed it, and she enjoyed the moment while she could.
It was a clear day out, and she could feel the sun touch her face as they moved. It was warm, and pushed through the biting cold to reassure her. She'd only been captive a day, but it felt like eternity. An eternity of uncertainty of a rescue that wasn't coming. Every time she started to think about it, she clutched the tiger just a little tighter, and felt small and insignificant. She wished she were stronger, but she wasn't after all.
As they reached the apartment, Tses settled onto her own two feet, and moved to the apartment door. She didn't have a key, but that never bothered her as she created a tiny little energy orb and popped the lock with it. It drained little bits of energy from her as she did, but at least it was fairly soon after the full moon, and she had enough left over reserves. padding into the apartment, Tses moved to the bed and grabbed the comforter off it, then settled onto the couch and buried herself under it, bare feet tucked into the couch. She clutched the little tiger, and watched Ty quietly, not sure what to say.
He said the house wasn't too far, but Tses felt exhausted. Her body hurt, her head was starting to swim, and she was still dizzy from lack of oxygen not to mention carbon dioxide inhalation from being trapped in such a confined space. She tried to smile as Ty talked about the $70 from Jacob, but she it faded and slowly, she stopped walking, pulling Ty to a stop with her.
"Ty... I gotta take a break, it's cold and I'm tired and... I'm sorry." She whispered, sinking back against the wall to the right of them. Her feet were tingling with cold, and her brain was so fuzzy and jumbled. She shut her eyes for a second, trying to gather the strength to keep going. But it just made her feel more drained. Her mind kept sending her the fresh memories of the dark enclosed space, and she squeezed Ty's hand a little tighter.
As they left behind the shop, Tses glanced at her hand in Ty's. Her skin stung where it was raw, but her fingertips tingled with his touch. It felt like forever since she held his hand, but it was familiar and comforting. In a way, it made her feel like he hadn't left. But then the fear rose again and the sadness and she had to push past it all. She held onto the tiger with one arm, and ran her thumb across the back of his hand as he talked. "You'll have to see your sister soon. She was really upset." She said, and then got quiet again. As she thought, she felt her thoughts starting to formulate and she found herself talking more.
"Kystler's dead.... Jacob found out what was happening with him, and he helped get rid of him.... I wished you were there though..." She looked at him and then around as they walked. It was cold outside, and after walking for a little bit, she realized how cold her feet felt. She glanced down and realized during the kidnapping she hadn't even bothered to put on her shoes. She was walking barefoot, and she could see the little scars on her feet where old scars had healed over. "Fish... how far is it to the apartment?" She asked slowly, hoping it wasn't too far. It would be very cold by then.
When Ty let go of her, Tses moved off to the side and stood nervously. She picked at the cuts on her hands, and her eyes kept darting back towards the trunk. It didn't seem very threatening, but it made her pulse race and her stomach churn. She couldn't breathe enough air, and even as her tears stopped, she didn't feel 'ok'. Not yet... she didn't know how long it would take for that to happen.
She glanced at the bodies, and her face was empty. Just like with Kystler, she felt disconnected from the concept of death. The fact Ty killed both men didn't seem to bother her in the way it probably should. She saw things in a predator's mentality. If killing someone meant you stayed alive, you did what you had to do. Ty protected her this time. She knew that. Even though it was his father that caused this, he kept her safe, and eventually, she'd make that up to him.
As he held out her tiger, Tses took it and pulled it tight against her in a hug. When her necklace was returned, she reached up her hand and touched it. It felt comforting. "Can we go home now?" She whispered, and shuffled in place. She felt so uncertain, so confused. She didn't feel like Tses... she felt much more like the little street kid who sat on a snowy rooftop by herself. She didn't want to be alone. Not right now.
