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 gazed at the tiny human smugly, wanting to laugh at his irritation. The cookies seemed less important now that she had someone to mock. Mocking seemed like an important thing to do in this body. She yawned, stretching out like a cat and swatting her tail, toppling more china inside the building. Then she started casually strolling back in the direction of the stone object she had been sleeping on when she first appeared in this body.
"I'm pretty sure the phrase I'm looking for is 'you can't make me.'" She paused and stretched out her wings, only sort of flaunting how big she was. Yup. She was a dragon. He was not. "You can cry all you want, but I still have the big dragon body, and you don't. Although, it's pretty lame to be a dragon that can't fly. Guess you're not that amazing after all. Although, there is a shrine over there I think I can go sit on. Maybe you can come worship me later. You know, since we're talking about thrones." She trotted over towards the shrine with a smug expression on her face.
Tses's ear twitched slightly as her unusually tiny self continued to yell. Something about not eating mortal food and being a god. She spat out another cookie and moved her head back to look at the angry woman. Wow, is this what she looked like yelling at Forte? No wonder she got her butt kicked so often. Speaking of that Forte guy...did this dragon body come with fire breathe? That would be useful. Maybe she could just step on him...
"I am not a thief. At least, not at this moment." She crawled back through the window and sat back on her haunches, glaring at the figure. She considered swatting at it with one of her claws, but she had no idea what the consequences would be of hitting yourself. When you're a mutant, damaging ones body, even when it's yelling at you, is usually a bad idea. Even Tses knew that.
"And I have nothing to explain to you. If you're you, and apparently owner of this body, you are currently, apparently, not the god. I am. So, you should show more respect." She huffed and sank back down to all fours. She tried to look smug. Somehow, that expression felt more natural in this form. That was right, she was a dragon. Fear me, and all that jazz.
Tses couldn't remember a time when she tasted a cookie so disgusting. The tiny golden snacks dissolved into powdery nothingness in her jaws, and her teeth seemed to mash everything to pieces. She was fairly certain she chewed on a fork somewhere in the effort to retrieve another chocolate chip. At least, she hoped it was a chocolate chip. She wasn't really sure what she was smelling, the kitchen sort of became a blob from this size.
Tses couldn't taste anything. Not the cookies, not the pizza in the refrigerator. There was something lingering in the back of her throat, but that had been there since she took over this body. She could almost taste something, but it was distant, light...airy... It reminded her a little of the way her body typically absorbed sunlight. There was something nurturing in that sensation, but it was muted, dull. Dull like the sun blocking the moon from her. Dull... but almost appetizing. It did taste better than a cookie. Maybe she should try going after that instead. The thought momentarily distracted her, before a rather tiny voice interrupted her thoughts.
She turned her giant head, and blinked as she stared at a pintsized blond girl shrieking from the ground. Tses leaned closer, and snorted at the figure. It looked familiar. She recognized that hair. Although...it was usually on her head.
She considered the request, rested her wings against her side and then spat a cookie at the person. "No." She was a dragon. Tiny squeaky girls didn't scare her.
Maybe there was something better deeper in the mansion. She nosed her way further into the kitchen and the window gave a creak as she broke it even more.
The initial sensation of being a dragon wore off quicker than Tses expected. Maybe it was because it was night, and she felt unbelievably tired all of the sudden. She never really felt tired at night, since the whole moon and powers side of her really liked nighttime. But then there were the little things. You know, being a dragon that couldn't fly.
"What kind of lame dragon am I?" She grumbled to herself. She scratched at the ground with a claw and tried to sit back. It was hard to sit as a dragon though too. She felt like an awkward prairie dog trying to look around.
Nope, not ferocious at all.
At least she sort of recognized where she was. The mansion was a temporary home for her once upon a time, and while she hadn't gotten along with the residents, the free food and boarding was sort of worth the exchange. After a moments consideration, she started for the building, quickly reverting to a more dragon-like run. Reaching the kitchen, she sniffed at the window and tried to push it open with her hand.
Window broke. Not cleaning that up. But look, cookies!
Tses was a night owl, although it was for more than just personal reasons. With her powers linked to the moonlight, a healthy dose of night time rays always got her blood flowing. Plus, as a thief, she liked to make use of the cover of darkness.
Slipping in and out of apartments while the occupants were oblivious helped avoid all that unwanted gunfire and 911 calls. She had been shot enough to decide she preferred ...to not be shot. Then again, that whole side arm in the bedside table could throw you for a loop. That particular night, she had a slight close call, but nothing she couldn't handle. Evade, escape, and a moonlight prance along a rooftop. It was a fun evening so far.
She was just in the middle of a burg---an acquisition, however, when things took an unexpected turn. Instead of leaving the apartment with her prizes, she found herself outside, on a ...rock? And the world felt a lot smaller.
An awful lot smaller.
Blinker her eyes, she shook her head, feeling disoriented by the shift. Every movement made her dizzy, like a carnival ride jerking from side to side at an unnatural rate. She shifted, claws scraping against the rock. She blinked and leaned closer.
Well, those were new. She snorted and stood up, trying not to wobble. Stretching, she assessed the situation.
She had claws. And a tail, and she was fairly certain there was something scaly about her skin. She teetered somewhere between panic, and that devious mischief that all too often got her into trouble.
Where she was, or whoever she was, or whatever she was, and why...she was big. And there was a small voice in her head wanting to learn more about this different body.
Tses knew it wouldn't take Forte long to catch up, so she tried to make the best of the head start she had. Up the roof, a jump across a building than some more climbing. She listened for the sounds of a pursuer. Meanwhile, she waited to shift back into light form. She wasn't going to waste it, but she wasn't too keen on getting an energy bolt in the back.
Down another fire escape, and back into foot traffic. Hopefully, that would work as another deterrent. The guy didn't seem like the type to randomly shoot pedestrians, so she tried to mingle with the crowd. It helped that she could walk through people if the need presented itself. Meanwhile, she bit her tongue and tried to think of snotty replies for his accusations. Convicts getting jobs was one thing... getting a job without an identity...
That seemed to be another problem entirely.
She wondered if it was as easy as he made it out to be. Trying to fill out an application without being able to really read or write deterred her most of the time. She talked with businesses from time to time, and her abilities with computers were useful, but not many people wanted to pay someone under the table. Well, not many legit businesses. And then it just ended up back at the pick-pocking.
She glanced over her shoulder, resisting the urge to pocket anything for now.
This was pointless. She grumbled and hissed under her breathe. "I didn't say people like us, I said people like me. The only thing we have in common is being mutants, and that is the only problem I have a handle on." She snapped.
She glanced around where she was, mentally considering other ways of avoiding him. While she disliked the chance of randomly walking through bathrooms or something awkward, a straight shot might be the easiest way to loose his tail. So long as the light form held out...
"Whatever. Threat, brat, call me whatever you want. I don't know why I bother talking to you. You've got your head so far up your--"
She took a turn and shot into the nearest building, startling a number of patrons as she appeared in the back wall of a clothing store. Scrambling forward, she weaved through a number of other stores, hunting for a stairwell. Once she reached one, she started for the roof, temporarily releasing the energy form to recharge until she got outside.
Tses grumbled slightly at his suggestion. She pushed her hair from her face (or tried to. She couldn't really tell if she did anything since her light form was sort of...light) and glanced at him as she turned another corner.
"What is it with people and thinking that your little mutant manors are going to solve everyone's problems? What makes you think I haven't tried the mansion. As for the sanctuary, I'd rather shoot myself than get any closer to the place. Dumb *** cockroach hanging around is bad enough as it is." Another corner, another turn. She wasn't loosing him fast enough. She was starting to feel tired, and wasn't too inclined to getting punched in the face or something as soon as the energy wore out.
"And I think it's less of a "speeding ticket" problem, more of a city fine issue. You know, some cities charge people for not having their lawns taken care of. But say it's an elderly person who can't get outside to do it. They get fined, and can't afford to pay someone to take care of it. Then get fined again because they haven't. More money goes towards paying someone's 'deterrent', and there is never enough money left to actually solve the problem. Justice only goes so far. You break someone's arm so they can't steal, and then they starve to death. You can deal your own brand of justice but I don't think you ever consider the consequences." She snapped.
Her light form flickered slightly, but then held again. The brief on/off switch bought her a little time, but she couldn't keep it up forever. She just wanted to be left alone. He was worse than the cops.
It had been a long month for Tses. A long year in fact. Having Ty land in a coma, dealing with his cockroach boss, trying to sort out her own life, dealing with a power growth... all her personal problems made petty things like stealing and getting money seem small. She did what she could to keep the apartment from getting taken away, did what she could to make money like normal people. But for someone without a real identity, it was hard to exist in normal society. Not that he would understand that. Not that she wanted him to.
"There aren't real jobs for people like me. Trust me, I've looked. Sometimes survival has other plans beyond moral obligations." She scoffed, turning another corner and looking for some stairs. Most of the ones around here were thin and rickety, which didn't seem to work well with her powers. She never fell through the floor, or regular stairs, but fire escapes? She was pretty certain they would act like the furniture at home.
"Why bother if I'm boring? What am I going to do, steal a cheap pair of earrings? Not exactly New Yorks most wanted." This was ridiculous. Why wouldn't he just leave? It was taking more effort to concentrate on her powers now.
She kept walking, but his comments kept stinging at her back like the energy bolts had. She looked over her shoulder and glared at him. "You don't know who I steal from. You don't even know why. So don't judge me when you know nothing about my situation. As petty as you seem to think I am, you have an ego that dwarfs everything. Go get a real job." She snapped, turning another alley and trying to put some space between them.
She wasn't going to admit why she was trying to get away. The clock ticking in her mind told her it was a bad idea to stay around exchanging insults.
"Although, maybe I should feel sorry for you. You obviously have a boring life if the only thing you can do is bother street kids." She rolled her eyes. "I am clearly not this cities worst problem."
The thing about having a light form was learning not to react when people attacked you. While she knew he couldn't hit her, having a bolt of energy pass through you was never a pleasant experience. Unlike a punch or a kick, the energy had a slight twinge to it. Not enough to really hurt, but it felt different than other attacks. She didn't have long to consider it though as the fountain took the bolts instead, and started spurting water everywhere.
"So tell me, how does destroying public property fit into your whole vigilante thing? Because I think you just damaged more than I ever tried stealing from this mall." Tses remarked, crossing her arms and glaring over her shoulder at the guy. She kept walking through, trying to think of the best place to regroup. She couldn't hold the form forever, and didn't need that next bolt hitting her in the back.
Tses had some bad run ins with this hot head before. Mr. "I have powers so I can be bosy and make people mend there terrible criminal ways". Ha, like being a vigilante wasn't technically legal itself. The costume tended to make her opinion less of him too. Flashy people in their silly costumes gave mutants a bad name. Even more so than stealing, in her eyes.
And then he told her to power down. Like she would do that now. The advantage of having a light form was the whole "incorporeal" bit. If she were younger, she would have stuck out her tongue and declared "na-na-na. can't touch me."
Since she was more mature than that, she just stuck out her tongue and walked through him.
"Yeah, try to make me." Okay, so goading him hadn't always gone the best in the past. "Do you see anything with me? Technically, I haven't done anything wrong yet. So go find some other unfortunate street kid to pick on." She hissed, starting down the alley. Mentally, she was already calculating how much energy she had saved. The last thing she wanted was to sputter out in front of him. She was between moon phases, which did limit things a little.
Okay, so Tses still hadn't worked out all the kinks of her "turn into light" power thing. While she had the spontaneous falling through furniture mostly under control (okay, somewhat under control), there were some new problems she had to sort out. Like, hanging onto objects when turning into light. Clothing seemed to stay with her, thank goodness, but stolen objects...she was sort of working that out.
It wasn't anything big either, you know, your typical pair of earrings. But when she tried to take a short cut through the nearest wall in a well planned getaway, the earrings decided to...not.
Instead, she found herself a glowing green flicker of energy cussing up a storm outside the mall, randomly starting bystanders with her appearance.
"You live in New York, idiots. Get used to it." She snapped. "Just a mutant. Move along." Most took the hint and stepped away. But before she could go back for the earrings, she noticed someone.
Tses help up her hands and shrugged her shoulders. "Don't look at me. I don't live here. If you want to have death traps around where shoeless kids can get trapped in, that that seems to be your liability issue." She crossed her arms and glared at the guy. While she did steal the kids shoes, she was frustrated that the part he seemed to doubt was the true part. The room did glitch out, so it wasn't entirely her fault.
Not like she knew this place was all top secret and craziness.
"And he got his shoes back. Don't see what he's whining about."
If Tses were a nicer person, she probably would have apologized for sneaking up on the girl and making her fall on her butt. Being the less than outstanding citizen that she was, she chuckled slightly and sauntered over without offering a hand up. But the smile was at least genuine. She was glad to see familiar faces that weren't actively trying to arrest or kill her...
"Sorry, force of habit. I've been okay. Same old same old. Not a lot changes in this city." She shrugged, avoiding going into detail with all the riots, mutant attacks, and general chaos the city had.
