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.
There is proof showing that driving while distracted is dangerous, which is notable, because Tses in a car period was distracted. It was like setting a toddler down in a room full of shiny objects, then telling them not to touch anything. Of course, they were going to mess with EVERYTHING! She turned on the windshield wipers, she messed with the headlights, and she started to reach for the radio when her passenger started talking again. She obediently settled into the seat, and focused on the lines on the road. "Stay between the yellow lines. Gotcha." She said, but then her mind started to get bored. All the rules seemed a bit confining, and if there was something Tses hated it was being held back.
With a wicked grin, she turned back to the kid, and her eyes arms flickered with green energy. The idea that formulated in her mind was one of a destructive nature. " Hey, wanna see something cool? Hold the wheel!"
Without waiting for his (most likely) panicked reaction, she opened her door, formed an explosive in her hand, and chucked it out at a large dumpster they were passing. The tiny orb of yellow sailed through the air, leaving a tiny glimmer of light in it's wake. The green bin was left unaffected, however, and seemed to be taunting Tses in the rear-view mirror. She missed it by a few feet thanks to the cars momentum, and it exploded leaving a tiny explosion of white powder in it's wake. Quickly shutting the door, she turned back to the driving lesson, momentarily wondering how they managed not to careen off the road. But she was more focused on sulking because the only thing she managed to blow up was dumb snow.
While Tses found Talon mostly annoying, obnoxious, and evil for making her build a stuffed animal, she couldn't help but smile a little as he told her she should spend New Years with Ty. She was really looking forward to it, and it was the only really official 'date' they'd ever set up. Well, even if Butterfly would be there too, but that was Tses' idea anyway. So she couldn't really blame him.
"I don't think I've ever see in on television, but I don't want much T.V. anyway."[/b] She shrugged, and then nodded as he remarked on how much there was to do in the city. She resisted making a face as he gave a plug to the mansion again, but after being here long enough, she knew the same old sales brochure.
"I may swing by sometime, but staying probably won't happen. Thanks for the offer though." She turned in a circle once, and then faced forward, ending up slightly alongside Mari. "And your free to go. Don't have too much fun tonight." She said with a smirk, and after waiting for his goodbye, she turned and started heading back the other direction. Home was still a ways away, and she would catch a cab out at the main street. She did take one glance back though, curiosity getting the better of her, and waiting to see the feathered mutant fly off. Inwardly, her mind replayed the little heart plummet he must experience doing that, then she chuckled and went to hail a cab.
This kid... was a different variety of human; Tses was starting to think she was the innocently oblivious type. The blond haired mutant was quite visibly pissed off, and her demanding was clear enough the girl should be running away by now crying for an adult figure. But instead, she kept trying to scrub her shirt, and Tses kept trying to jerk herself away. It was a warped game it seemed, for the girl to try to hang on and keep scrubbing no matter which way Tses yanked. Every pull just made the little creature come bouncing after her. It was like having having a dryer sheet stuck to you. You kept shaking your arm but it clung stubbornly to you with it's static little arms, saying nooooo I don't wanna go!!!
"No, you don't have it! Your not helping, I'll get a new shirt it's fine just let go! Wait, what are you doing, DON'T SPIT ON IT!!!!" Tses snarled, and her hands flickered ever so slightly with green energy. She took a deep breathe, and tried to calm herself, but all she could register was the not so subtle scrubbing of spit into her shirt. I will not try to blow up a child today, I will not try to blow up a child today.
"Oh, I'm lost." Tses flinched as the girl talked, and inwardly groaned. Oh, gee, that was just wonderful. The kids parental figures weren't going to be rescuing her anytime soon, meanwhile she was going to have to tolerate the lovely damp feel of child saliva drenching her chili stained t-shirt. Then to make things worse..."...and my parents were killed last year."
Tses stared at the tiny human with the beaming smile, and her emotions were oddly reflective of the kid in the seat next to her when she hijacked a car the other day. That whole 'what type of crazy are you' screaming thing seemed to make a LOT more sense now, and she felt a bit trapped. Small kid, lost, parents dead. It was worse than tears....
Tears would be acceptable about now.
"Well, I'm sorry kid, I mean it's awful your lost, but how about we just say you've helped enough, and we find some other nice person to help you find your sister?" Nice being the deciding factor. Tses definitely did not fit that category right now. She looked like a cat trying to crawl its way out of a bath tub.
Tses was starting to wonder if this guy was really human, or if everything on him was made of metal. It seemed her attacks kept hitting metal, and her arms were starting to tingle from the vibrations of the contact. The sounds were sharp and jagged in her brain, twisting through the nerves of her forehead like tiny needles, and she felt her brow knitting with concentration. If she lost hold of her bow staff now, she was going to be in trouble, and her grip tightened on the weapon.
The pace of the battled picked up to a more terrifying rhythm, and she barely deflected the attacks on her face and shoulders. It was hard to decide where he was trying to strike, and she lucked more than anything in the first two feints. She had fought a few people close range, but they never seemed this fast or this consistent. It was proving to be an uneven challenge in her opinion.
Slightly off balanced, she jumped backwards in an effort to get a firmer stance, trying to shield herself in the slight retreat. But her actions allowed the slightest edge of one of the blades to clip her across the arm, and she flinched slightly at the sting. It was hardly a paper cuts worth of damage, but enough to make her irritated, and this was more than about the money now; it was personal.
She gave a stronger swing of her bow staff, then quickly rotated it, aiming to turn it into an uppercut to his chin. From what she'd gathered so far, he would find a way to work around it, but she hated standing back and doing nothing but deflecting blows.
Around her, she heard little of the New York scenery, her senses overwhelmed by the loud clangs and her own rapid heart beat. Her breathe was getting more ragged, and her lungs had the familiar burn of a fight. But in a way, it was encouraging. The battled sent that familiar drug of adrenaline through her, and it awakened her mind almost as much as a good drink of the full moons energy. Fighting made her feel wild and uncontrollable; she liked feeling like she was the only one who controlled her fate.
She liked a good fight, because if she won, she felt she deserved it. If she had just blown this guy backwards and sauntered off, it wouldn't have been as satisfying. Playing human was a worthwhile struggle in her mind.
Tses listened to the kids description of Gryphon, and shrugged her shoulders. He seemed ok, if a bit vague, but that was pretty common when talking about mutants. Sometimes, it was better to learn for yourself. Like flying. she doubted she would try it again... at least for awhile.
After they landed, she nodded her head to the last question. "Yeah, locks don't bother me, not that they bother with them in this place." She said, once more in that 'probably saying too much' type way she seemed to manage. Tses seemed to have a way of talking first, regretting it later. If she did regret it in the end, which didn't seem to happen too much. Most of the time, she just trampled through life and occasionally looked back to go "huh, there was a path there I could have used".
"Nice to meet you too. And maybe eventually I'll swing by. Who knows. I know a kid that lives there I should say hi to someday." Tses admitted, and gave a shrug. She grinned at the food comment, slightly crooked and full of snarkiness. Ok, so the kid wasn't too bad, and she liked the banter. It may not kill her to swing by and say hi sometimes, if nothing more than to tease him about his 'girlfriend. As he left she gave a little wave, then wandered inside the building, using her powers as a 'key'. Legs still hurting, but feeling a bit more lighthearted, she wandered to her apartment and finally got to set down her dumb groceries.
There were some things that you didn't do around normal people, and definitely not around Tses. You didn't throw chili on them, you didn't laugh at them, and then you didn't try to wipe it off while inadvertently making the stain worse. But those things, done to Tses, who was quite frankly already short tempered, were like a death wish.
Tses was in disbelief at first. Here this little girl had attacked her with food product, and her apology had melted into laughter. Then she was trying to clean it up, which, in Tses' opinion, was only making it worse. It was like having a stray animal following you around and tripping you as you tried to escape. Annoying and too cute to really do much to. If this kid were an adult, Tses would have punched them. But instead she waggled her hand at the kid, trying to shoo her away like a bug she was extremely uncomfortable with.
"Stoppit! You're just going to make it all worse!" She snapped, and tried to get her sleeve out of the child's reach. It was like a bad nightmare. The little bits of meat and beans had left red brown stains all across her light silver t-shirt, and she grumbled unhappily. Unlike her white clothing, a good dose of bleach usually didn't fix things. It may be lost forever, and it was one of the few normal t's she had, a design of a cd player with music notes drifting up towards the shoulder. Now there was musical chili.
Her mouth twitched as she tried not to think about that too long, then resumed being angry.
"Why aren't you with like, a parent or someone? Someone needs to keep a leash on you and your chili." She growled, and glared at the kid. She tried to look intimidating, but it was really hard when your anger was only making someone laugh. Lately, she was wondering if she had lost her touch. When she tried robbing a coffee shop, the barista listened to her mp3 player and ignored her the whole time; and when she tried getting that bird guy to leave her alone, he roped her into making a stuffed animal. She needed to regain dignity, and fast. Standing up to this kid had to do it.
Tses felt rather delighted with their reactions to her powers. Usually, she only used them when she wanted to freak people out, so this was a nice change. She'd never heard her powers described as beautiful before, and she'd certainly never been compared to a firefly before. The only things she typically heard when her powers were activated were 'freak', 'maniac', 'mutant', and several other colorful terms. Although, the more she thought about it, she really wasn't sure what a firefly was. She'd heard the word before, but had never seen a picture of one. It could have been a bad compliment, but the way Regan said it convinced her otherwise. She made a note to find a way to look up the word firefly in the future. It would be nice to know what she reminded them of.
As Amber gave a signal, Tses waited, and was surprised when she returned in human form. The dark eyes and pale skin were more Tses' style of beauty, and she felt herself smile. "You look.... exotic." She said, trying to think of a good word to describe her. The dark eyes fascinated her, as did the pale skin, and she was curious to learn more now that the other girl could talk and wasn't all 'dino'. She controlled herself for the moment, deciding an interrogation about how Amber could see with such dark eyes could wait for later.
As Regan described her own powers, Tses listened respectfully. Now that she wasn't going to be eaten, her curiosity kept her on her best behavior. "You guy s are a lot more interesting than me. I think having the whole 'visible mutation' thing can go both ways. I mean sure, sometimes humans mess with people they can TELL are a mutant, but I've had a number of issues with mutants who've assumed I'm human." She shrugged, and leaned against a tree.
"At least your powers make people think twice about messing with you. I have to blow something up before anyone cares." She rolled her eyes. She didn't even get into the whole 'moon phase' thing, because that was a whole other can of worms. The last thing she needed was random strangers knowing there were points where she was less powerful than others. Sure, she could store up energy, but it was definitely limited.
After things were paid for, Tses snatched her bears box home, and fled outside like she was escaping from prison. Breathing with relief, she had to resist giving the tiny tiger in the box an inhuman shake to prove to passing stranger's she was too cool to be holding a Build-A-Bear. But she resisted, at least making an effort not to insult her companion. All things considered, she was having a decent track record today. There were no fist fights, no arguing, no stealing, and no crying; Mari had ended up in one of the most normal encounter's with Tses possible, which could be a little weird considering it involved so much grumbling and complaining and snarkiness. If this was pleasant, she needed to rethink her personality.
As he mentioned New Year's Eve, Tses felt her heart give a little flip flop. That was right, Ty and Butterfly were supposed to shop up today, and she glanced around for a clock to see what time it was. She finally found one on a billboard sign, and sighed, grateful it was still several hours before seven, when she hoped to be home. Then she turned back to Mari, and shook her head with what she hoped was an apologetic expression. "As... entertaining as this has been, I got plans tonight. I'm meeting with my b---" She stumbled over the word slightly, cheeks slightly pink on the edges. "---oyfriend and his sister are supposed to go out with me tonight. I've never actually watched the ball descend either, even though I've lived here for almost four years. Typically I just have fun with less... well, probably less legal activities." That was an understatement. The year before she had decided to race across New York and see how many trash cans she could blow up in five minutes. It had been quite a feat, and she wondered if she could break her record.
"You should try to see if any of the people at the mansion are going. I bet they'd go with you." She tried to clip the sentence off, disgusted in her kindness. This was going to far, and she tried to make herself feel better by swinging the bear in the box in a circle and then walking backwards a few steps, making pedestrians step to the side to avoid being hit.
Lately, Tses felt like a wandering cat with no real direction but a drive to just keep moving. Each day that went past built the anxiety more and more, and she felt like eventually, it would bubble over and steal her sanity completely. Recklessness wasn't enough, and she had yet to discover if keeping busy would help. All she knew was she couldn't handle being home, and she couldn't handle being alone.
That state of mind brought her to the mall, and it carried her through the steps of shopping and browsing. She was a wind-up doll, going through the motions of life. She didn't even steal anything while she was about. In fact, at the CD store, she paid for her CD with cash, and wandered on with her purchase. If the store owners had known how often she typically took things from them, they would have rejoiced at the change. But the one thing about being a thief was making sure no one knew about it.
On days like today, it felt like no one knew her at all.
She made it to the food court, hunger carrying her like a hook to a fish. Already on a short fuse and distant, she paid little attention to the people around her. It was odd how desperately she wanted someone to talk to, yet how appalled she was at the idea. But then again, that seemed to be her nature. The things that scared her were the things that were good for her, and her self-destructive lifestyle would only get her so far. For a few moments, she was resolved to mend her ways.
Then she got splattered by some rather hot chili on her clean t-shirt and gloves, and her resolution melted away.
Growling angrily, Tses turned and glared at the little girl who was trying to apologize. She wasn't good with kids. They were obnoxious and loud, and apparently, they didn't know how to hold a chili dog without turning it into a weapon. Flicking a bean off her shoulder, she tried to count in her head to calm herself, like she heard people did to keep their zen. 1, 2, 3, 4.... Then she realized, she didn't even know what Zen was, and blew up.
"Dumb little punk! can't you be more careful?" She bristled. Perhaps it was a tab bit rude and uncalled for, but that seemed to be what she was gifted at. Making people upset at her, making them cry, making them upset; inwardly, that tiny part of her that wanted to be better cringed and waited for the tears. But outwardly, she just looked like a very pissed off teenager covered in what felt like the chili dogs puke.
Tses' ears perked up and she caught the mostly subtle murmuring, but the word mutant flickered in her mind. She frowned a bit, and resisted the urge to glare at the kid, but it was hard to decide if she needed to be angry or not. He could have just had some recent run ins with a mutant and it could have irked him. Or he could be one, but didn't like his kind. Or he could just be a mutant hater. Only time would tell, and it was easier to be angry with a valid argument.
It was probably for the better though, because after a few moments, the kid actually started to help. "Arc of numbers, match the white signs. Gotcha." She repeated, and at the next sign, let up on the gas so she slowed down to 45 mph. She glanced back and forth between the different numbers, and grinned proudly. "Cool! Slower, but cool! What else?" In her mind, it never registered why this kid would be freaking out. To her, cars were just little tin cans on the road, and the danger wasn't real enough to worry. She was in ignorant bliss.
Tses had never been great with hugs. She always felt like a limp stuffed animal, hands by her side and face slightly startled. She tried to let it slide, but her skin prickled from the sensation. Glancing at Chrys, she pushed her hair out of her face, and then slipped her bandana down so it rested against her neck. "Hey." She said. At the other girls request, she sized up the outfit... It wasn't bad, but the mask made her giggle. Quite literately; an almost feminine giggle wandered from her mouth before she could stop it, and then it turned into a snort of laughter.
"You got the outfit right hun, but that little mask you got won't cover much. Cute though.... Just keep you head down and don't look up at the cameras.... not that anyone would recognize you at in that outfit though...." She shrugged, and then glanced around the corner of the building while putting her mask back on.. The cashier fidgeted, and glanced at their watch. At this late hour, they would be needing a bathroom break soon, and that was the perfect time to go. Finally, then started towards the back, and Tses mentally counted ten seconds before starting forward.
"Let's go."
Inside the store, she quickly moved back to where the bathroom was, and the door was already shut. The employee was nowhere to be seen, and that confirmed their 'plan' was good to go. Quickly, she grabbed hold of the bathroom door, made a fair sized explosive in her hand, and pressed it against the key slot. Unlike some of her door unlocking tricks, this was one she learned by mistake when experimenting with the technique. Too much force, the bolts gave a small crack as they smashed together inside the door handle, then she waited. From the other side of the door, someone hesitantly tried to give the open it, and then grew more desperate as it stayed sealed. Tses smirked. Sometimes destroying things was much easier than anything else.
"K, you got five minutes. Grab what you want." She said turning to Chrys, and resisting the urge to pull her mask down. She moved back behind the counter and grabbed a plastic bag, then started tossing in a variety of candies.
After hanging up the phone, Tses carefully de-tangled herself form the clutches of three different cats, and fished the last kitten from where it was trying to climb up her back. The tiny little black animal mewed sadly, and she smiled, rubbing it behind the ears. While she typically enjoyed hanging around the little animals, right now, cat therapy wasn't going to help. She needed someone she could talk to and get advice back from. Or, if nothing else, get into criminal mischief with.
"Thanks for letting me borrow the phone!" She said to her neighbor, and the older woman smiled and resumed petting her beloved David the cat. With a wave, Tses slipped into the hallway, and shut the door with a careful click when she was sure no animals had snuck out.
Brushing cat fur from her jeans, Tses went back into her apartment and donned her crime gear: full skirt, shirts, boots, and gloves. She contemplated getting some form of mask like she had suggested to Chrys, and then opted for a black bandana square of cloth to at least cover the lower half of her face. As she tucked her metal staff into her boot, collapsed, she glanced at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She always liked this outfit, and while she had been wearing jeans and t-shirts lately, nothing quite compared to what she felt was her 'battle' outfit. It was cheesy, but she always felt like a comic book vigilante in the ensemble. If the x-men could get away with wearing costumes, why couldn't she? Smirking to herself and giving a nod, she moved out of the apartment, locking it behind her.
The ride to the convenience store was uneventful, a rather surprising turn of events considering her luck with cabbies. She jumped out at the corner, and then moved over to the side of the shop, slipping on the mask before she got within the range of the security cameras. She felt surprisingly sneaky for once, and was eager for Chrys to get here. She hoped that she could at least pull this off without much incident. She would hate to botch up a robbery when she was sort of trying to show off for her new... friend? After the clothing torture, Tses wanted to show even poor people could have fun, and this had to work out. Although the mask still felt a bit silly. It made her nose tickle and her breathe felt hot against her face, while her forehead was getting prickled by the cold. Crossing her arms and wishing she had pockets, she settled back and waited for the arrival of her new partner in crime.
As the anger grew stronger, it tainted her fear like mud in water. It started on the edges of her thoughts, then traveled steadily towards the center of her focus. Her inner turmoil grew more directed, and she longed to strike back. All the needed was more fuel for the fire, to turn it into a smothering blaze. But then, something happened, and it was like pushing against a door only to have it fall open. She emotionally tumbled forward, released from the illusions, and tried to make sense of her surroundings.
There was the stranger, facing an angry waitress, the same one he had tormented moments before, just outside the window. Close enough to go after, but too far to get to immediately. Tses, with her fear now subsided, was left with nothing but uncontrolled rage, and that propelled her forward to reach the target of her anger. It only took a moment before she was up and on her feet, arms suddenly rippling with glowing green energy. It didn't do much directly, but as the light caught the attention of some of the other customers, it did enough in the long run. People stood, and started scooting away, while a few staff members made as if to move to the back. Balling her hands into fists, she scrambled towards the door leaving a wake of rattled humans behind her.
In the cold outside, she prowled at the figure now in the cross-hairs of her vision. Disregarding the other angry female, she growled at him in fury.
"Don't you EVER mess with my head again!" She snarled, and her muscles coiled, readying to attack. The problem with Tses was she was always afraid: even when he let go, her mind still lingered with her own doubts and problems; but she learned to deal with it by turning it into anger, and that was her strength. Right now, she wanted HIM to feel fear, and wanted that fear to be of her.
Tses rolled her eyes at Mari's delight with the birth certificate, and nodded as he motioned to the registers. Finally, they could get this over with. With her bear and it's clothes in hand, she started that way, and waited for the feathered child man to follow. There were only a few people in line, but Tses still felt impatient to get going. At least, until she saw the little boxes they were putting the bears into. They were white and blue, and shaped like little houses with little bears and hearts and other cute things plastered all over them.
"Is there a more discrete way to get this thing out of here...." Tses murmured unhappily. It was bad enough to carry a stuffed tiger dressed in clothes down the street, but it was another to have it in the entire house ensemble. The more she thought about it, the less pride she felt she had remaining after this whole day. She could just leave now... steal the little animal and run. Then they it would be an accessory in crime, and that was much more cool than just any old dumb bears. She was about to make a break for it when the line cleared and they were called up to the register.
Tses glanced at the boy next to her, and decided he must be one of those people. He didn't seem old enough to shave, let alone drive, and he certainly didn't seem old enough to boss her around. She had to resist the childish urge to stick her tongue out at him, but figured she'd reserve that action for later. Never use your entire arsenal of snarky actions at one time; always leave room for later.
"Fun is a matter of opinion." Tses said casually, and rolled her eyes before glancing back at the road. She was slowly learning a few things and she moved: 1) you were supposed to drive between the lines 2) you were supposed to drive slower than she was currently going and 3) you should stop at red hexagonal signs. After a car blared their horn at her and she continued through an intersection with mild disinterest, she sighed, and glanced at the boy. "If you don't want to die, you should tell me how I'm supposed to do this then. What do the white signs with numbers mean?" She ignored the nuthouse comment at first, but when he started moving towards a lever between the seats, she swatted his hand and glared at him.
"Don't interfere!" She glared, and her hands flared with a tiny flash of green energy. It was a warning sign, but she doubted he would listen to it by the way he kept going on and on about life peril and possible death. Life peril was over rated. And possible death was just as common whether you were driving the out of control car, or standing innocently on the side walk when it roared past.
