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?
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Since her return to a seven-year-old body, Evelyn had been quite busy. She started by settling in at the mansion and trying to find a suitable past time for herself (resulting in getting kicked out of DocProf’s infirmary with grounds not to return unless she was injured). She found out she used to have a relationship with a certain gender shifter, who now seemed to be involved with a pregnant redhead who was facing daily physical mutation changes. Lastly, she made friendly relations with a certain ‘Elke’ who had enlightened her on the adventures a life of crime could produce. The last was the reason she was currently in the mansion kitchen, piecing together what could only be described as a Molotov cocktail.
The gasoline had been easy enough to obtain (although someone’s car would probably be short in gas later that day), and there were plenty of sheets stashed in cupboards to be stripped. She had a variety of models to test now, and was surrounded by everything from laundry detergent to flour as she delicately soaked corks in flammable fluid.
Midway through attaching one of the stoppers, the echoes flared with warning. Someone had entered the kitchen.
Evelyn had a sour look. For some reason she couldn't quite understand why Serena would defend such unprofessional action. Her long lashes flicked once, and she crossed her arms. She looked up at the taller girl, obviously not backing down. "So just because someone was called into work last minute should excuse the fact that they arrived at work in disarray? If a medical professional went to work hungover and made a mistake, is that equally forgivable? What if someone entered the school and your lax security failed to stop them, is she really going to do her job adequately?"
The fox-eared girl looked like she might cry. Evelyn could feel the echoes lashing out, picking up on every insecurity. [Guilt, frustration, regret.] "See? She even knows she shouldn't have drank so much. Why do you have to be so nice all the time? I've seen people like you plenty of times, who just want to solve everything. You make excuses for her, but you hold back even talking to me because you want to make excuses for me too. It's like you try to believe everyone can be understood with patience." Evelyn said the last line with a mocking manner. Memories flooded the back of her mind, crystal clear and washing through her in waves.
"Who is more guilty, the man who steals food to feed his family, or the world for failing to give him another option?" Jensen looked down at her, and leaned over to brush a hand through her hair. "The world has good and bad in it, no one is perfect or exempt. Just because your echoes can understand what is happening, or they can decipher someones secrets, is not enough. You need to learn to understand someone and connect with the things you cannot see."
Where had he ended up, anyway? He left her, abandoned her, just like her parents, with a set of useless ID's, and a tiny body set back to childhood. She probably spent her past life trying to understand, trying to justify. But she looked around, and the world was just as messed up as ever. People were wrong. They were full of mistakes and problems and made endless excuses for what they did.
"Serena, really, it's okay. She's young," the girl was saying. She obviously recognized Serena, even if the other woman was unfamiliar.
Evelyn turned cold eyes back her way. "Age has nothing to do with it. I'm just tired of people with power who think they are exempt from consequences."
Evelyn was a weapon in a very small body, word fired at random with no regard. In her adult life, there had been the influence of Jensen to teach her self-control and compassion. On her current form, there was no one to regulate that. She saw facts: numbers, items, people and relationships filed into different slots until they had order. She never cared who she put where. But watching the complex emotions on Maya’s face felt...strange. Like she had hurt someone. Like the numbers were not enough to convey what she had really done.
Why should it matter? She was a child now. She was smarter, and tired of adults regarding her as less because if it. If she tore one or two of them down to her level, was it so bad? Her eyes were sharp as Maya moved away, the words jumping free before she had sense to regret them, ”You know, for someone expecting a child, your ability to parent already sucks.”
“Evelyn! I thought I told you—oh.” DocProf stopped, blinking as her snarky comment registered.
Evelyn crosses her arms, and looked at Becca. Doc turned, and looked at Becca.
Evelyn was still taking notes, nodding to herself. Becca was pulled aside and Evelyn was left with Maya instead. Well, she already made her deduction so it didn’t matter much if she went along. Her interest was peaked by Maya’s next comment though.
What happened? Evelyn looked up, really taking notice this time. [Recognition. Confusion. Surprise.] Recognition? Oh, this was someone who knew her from when she was older. She had gathered little information about that time, other than what she could gather from her credit cards, ID and public records. She knew she had been close to the same age as these two, and the discomfort on Maya’s face suggested more.
Well, that was a surprising twist. ”I didn’t realize I was bisexual. Then again, that wouldn’t have been listed on my public record.” She looked like she was chewing on that thought for a minute before she pushed that thought away. ”Not that I am really of age to decide such things now. Whatever this, shall we call it, age reversal is, I’m afraid it has overrun what information my playbacks could have provided. But really, I can’t imagine why I would have chosen you anyway. You seem a bit mundane to me.” the statement came dismissively.
Evelyn was learning quite a bit about her companion just from their conversation. For one, the girl seemed to have a somewhat optimistic outlook to things. Despite Evelyn’s rather aggressive greeting, she used words to deflect the initial arguments and logic to attempt to work through things. When Evelyn argues she would disturb a roommate because of her insomnia, the adult was quick to offer solutions. Fair enough. Evelyn was not entirely surrendered to this type of attitude though.
It didn’t help that the girl also tried to encourage her by giving half-formed promises. Evelyn saw through those. An easy technique often seen in customer service, the less negative ‘let me ask someone else’ was an appeasement strategy. Evelyn was smart enough to know this. She was also smart enough to hide any outward sign of annoyance. Maybe Serena couldn’t get a room for her and was being honest, but the sunny side up direction still stoked her nerves.
At the office, Evelyn caught sight of a rather tired looking woman sitting behind a desk. Her hair was a shade of lime green, her nails painted bright blue, her makeup only half done. She blinked in surprise, a pair of fox ears on her head twitching at their arrival. Wow, green and orange did NOT mix well.
“Serena! Gosh, I’m sorry, I got called in to help cover the office last minute, things are a little dishwveled around here. Who is your friend?”
Evelyn blinked once, frowning. ”Really? This is what passes for a responsible adult around here? And how late were you up drinking?” she scoffed sourly. The girl turned crimson, clashing horribly with her green hair. Actually, her skin almost looked green before that.
Evelyn listened to the exchange closely, clearly ignoring the request from Doc to leave. She started scrawling rapidly on her notebook, nodding vigorously while the echoes and her collaborated.
[Early, dishevele. New mutation appeared this morning. Living at mansion suggest both mutants.] The feathered girl seemed to be having some type of discomfort, So morning sickness was a possibility. After all, many doctors did ask the first question when someone came in for pain: is there the possibility of you being pregnant. Given that both girls were, well, girls, that seemed unlikely.
However... Evelyn looked closer at Maya, eyes silver as her powers buzzed busily. There was something almost androgynous in the choice of clothing and general behavior. It was there, ever so subtly beyond the surface. Then there were comments she had heard during her time here about odd talents. Given that both were mutants, there was the possibility of cheating or...
”So how long have you been shifting genders, Maya? Since birth? She was already scrawling out a timeline. Parents could pass on some characteristics to their children, after all. It would make sense a child could start generating their own mutation at a rapid pace.
“Evelyn!” DocProf seemed exasperated by her question. She kept writing.
The girl pointed out that visitors sometimes stayed for longer periods of time. Evelyn considered this, and found the reasoning valid. She would allow the girl a little leeway for not assuming she was here to stay. After all, unlike most adults, this one seemed to at least be ready to defend herself and show she had the capacity to problem solve.
As they walked, she was greeted by several people. This suggested two positivities to Evelyn: the woman had been here for a length of time, or she was respected based on her mutation. For some reason, Evelyn was inclined to suspect both. The lack of annoyance and patient nature seemed to show a long practice of keeping emotions in check. She wanted to explore the posibilities more, but other problems were demanding her involvement.
”Frankly, I’m sure you’d find a roommate unwilling to share their space with me anyway. I don’t like to waste much of my time sleeping. There are other tasks to address, and unless there are other studying spaces, I believe there would be a, for lack of a better term, disagreement.” she tested a different approach this time, subtly studying her companion. Some adults would quickly assure someone they were no bother. Lies and fluff would work on many children. Others would try to avoid confrontation and give into her demands. Someone, Evelyn was doubting any of that would happen. The way this woman carried herself, spoke, and reasoned made her suspect she would form her own counter argument.
Evelyn was town between her desire to get what she wanted, and the small rush that came from having someone smart enough to test her.
”Still, what if I were sent here just to cause harm? Assumptions based on appearances could endanger those in your care. Although, the welcoming arms to mutants approach would be ruined by too much red tape, I would think?”[/b] her eyes did pick up some security cameras, but it was possible mutants themselves left unknown monitoring behind.
Serena took them toward the offices, dispelling Evelyn’s hope she could quickly claim a room and be rid of supervision. She pulled her suitcase, trying not to chew her lip in frustration. It felt like she was getting registered for school, something so lower class she almost shuddered. Wait, this was a school after all....mother of...did that mean she was getting enrolled in a PUBLIC education?!!!
Well, the building itself was private, but her eyes narrowed as she glanced into a few passing doors. No, this was by no means up to standard with her previous tutorage.
Inside the infirmary, DocProf has his hands full with another, smaller, problem. It was a small seven year old girl wearing a tailored little doctors jacket, armed with a clipboard and a serious expression.
“I need work suitable for my advanced intellectual capacity,She was saying. You can provide me with the necessary mental stimulation. You are called DocProf, are you not? I was under the impression that held some teaching connotation.”
DocProf already looked exhausted, “I am not licensed to teach anyone medical knowledge, least of all a child. That is a liability we are not willing to explore. Please, if you don’t have an ailment, I have work to do—ah! See, clearly someone needs me now!”
Evelyn looked over as the two figures walked in, a frown on her face. She disliked being turned away based on her size, and felt she clearly had more to offer the world. Or rather, the world had to offer her.
The two strangers seemed to be upset. [anxiety, confusion. Panic. Birdljke mutation, lack of coordination suggests new. Close contact. Relationship.] oh, proactive mutant couple first thing in the morning. Love despite gender or feathery appendages.
Evelyn watched as the girl appraised her. There was something calculators about her expression. Some people looked at strangers and their eyes tried to find things that made them feel comfortable: good hair, a nice smile, gentle features. Others knew to identify what could be of their advantage. There was a flick of eye movement [Notes credit card, surprise, delight. Desire.] Desire could also be filed as ‘greed’, but that was a rather strong word for someone so young. Evelyn’s new friend knew what she wanted, and was quick enough to decide things based on what would be of benefit.
The fastest way for Evelyn to befriend her was to continue down her chosen path: be of benefit.
As the cans were tucked away again [Hiding the evidence], Evelyn waited in what was a fairly patient manner. While she was generally not one to be so polite, she knew it would be better to prevent her companion from being prematurely apprehended because of sloppy cleanup.
Then, there was the whistle. A signal of some sort that Elke seemed to understand. She directed Evelyn through the shortcut, and the white-haired child followed. She sensed no ill-will for the moment. [Distant commotion, outside current radius. Lamppost fading bulb 29 meters away. Current time—] such useless information sometimes.
Then, the clone arrived. There was yelling, and a bit of a struggle, which Evelyn watched with calm silver eyes. ”Self-replication. Very useful for petty crime like this. Although I wonder, can they carry electronics as well? Maybe there are ways to signal without causing excess noise in the future.” She mused thoughtfully.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Dec 31, 2019 16:29:15 GMT -6
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Evelyn watched the girl spin around, echoes quickly assessing the threat level. [Minimal.] The tension in the stranger’s body seemed to vanish when she realized who was standing there. Evelyn clearly posed little danger in her tiny 7 year figure.
For some reason, that fact stung a little. Some days she felt trapped in a body that just didn’t fit her mental age. She wanted to be taken seriously, and was beginning to feel that was futile. She was just a little dog, all bark and no bite. The motivation for change was growing larger than ever.
Evelyn pushed back her hood and moved closer, more clearly seeing her companion’s face. In the light, she was able to piece more together about the girl. [Clothing different sizes and styles. Possibly second hand, most likely stolen. Knife, left hip. Shoes several years old, worn. Twig by right ear.] The knife was notable, but the bandaid on the kid’s nose seemed to say the fighting skills to back it up may not be on par. If needed, there was a good chance of disarming. Or, so she told herself. She really lacked her own combat abilities, and also really hated knives.
”I’m Evelyn. And no, I have no interest in telling on you. The Chief Of Police needs to be taken down a notch since he thinks he is too good to accept help from a seven-year old.” Evelyn glanced at the cans again, and sighed. ”While I admire your mission, using these materials is a waste of time. How would you like to go pick out some better paint? It may be cheaper to steal, but I think you’re ready to step up your game.”
While she spoke Evelyn took a hand out of her pocket and flashed a cars at the girl to prove she wasn’t just making things up. She may have lost a lot of memories, but her accounts were still as well supplied as ever.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Dec 30, 2019 15:02:01 GMT -6
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The city was not a place for a seven-year old to wander around at night...which was precisely why Evelyn was doing it. That police chief thought he could tell HER she was too young to work for them! Send her to some mansion and tell her to go to school like some chump! Ha! She knew she was destined for better things. Just because she wasn't tall enough to reach the top shelf, he seemed to think she was incapable. Well, she had plans.
Every stakeout they did, she would follow. Every crime they investigated, she would solve first. She would become a bane in his side and prove she was just as worthy as his mustache-face for a position of authority. He would regret underestimating her. She would make sure.
She was dressed in a black hoodie with long rabbit ears coming from the hood. Not her most tough looking outfit, but clothing options were limited when you were trapped in a tiny kid body. She was a toothpick with bright white hair, and she needed a makeover desperately. If only she was big enough to fit into something tougher looking. For now, she was forced to be kawaii. A fox in a bunny disguise.
This was her chance! Vandalism! Evelyn could already feel the rush of catching a culprit in the act. She would turn them in, bask in the confidence that came from bettering those bullies. A few quick steps and she turned the corner, the artwork coming into view. It was...the ugliest pig she ever saw drawn. But the message underneath actually made her smile.
In her seven years, Evelyn rarely smiled. She found life boring, uneventful. There was little that excited her or gave her joy. Most of the time she was just looking for things to pass the time, in a world without sleep and with obnoxious voices that ruined everything. But this piece of artwork was ugly and beautiful at the same time. That was precisely what made her pause.
There were two sides to everything, different shades of grey. Why was she so determined to take one side? Maybe, just maybe, it was time to drift closer to the dark. That could be what was missing. If she couldn't catch the criminals, whose to say she couldn't become a better one?
"If you want that to last, I would choose a different paint brand next time. Evelyn coughed softly to announce herself before continuing. "The pigment load on this is minimal, and the colorfastness is poor. It will fade within a few months time. For a mantra like that, I would assume you want it to stay as long as possible. It could use a few extra dollars to really pop. Oh, and varnish. If you put varnish on that they will be scrubbing it off for MONTHS." Evelyn advised.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Dec 30, 2019 13:31:07 GMT -6
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Evelyn heard the footsteps coming along behind her. Finally, she could have some assistance. She turned her head slowly, letting the echoes assess the stranger coming up. Exited cab, work out outfit. No bags, possible resident.] To say she was disappointed was probably the wrong word. She was unimpressed, and already doubted this 'adult' could do anything.
"If I was here to see someone, would I have a suitcase?" Evelyn said, lifting her sunglasses so her sharp silver eyes could peer up at this woman. For being in a seven year old body, she had a sharp tongue like a much older woman. Deductive reasoning felt so juvenile that she felt it ridiculous someone older could not follow such simple procedures. Folding her arms, she looked doubtfully at this individual. "I was looking for someone with authority here, but I suppose you'll have to do. Aren't you a bit old to be running around like a college freshman?"
She didn't wait for Serena to respond, and turn back into the building. "I already have doubts about this buildings security, given the ease to enter. But safety risk aside, I was only given this one option, so it'll have to do. I require a single room, I don't do roommates, and preferably something in the interior without windows. Oh, and no mirrors. Are you capable of helping assign this or should we locate someone with a higher standing in this facility?" She snapped her sunglasses back down, took the handle of her little suitcase, and walked deeper into the mansion, letting her mind sort out the blueprint. If this was a kitchen over here, that was a rec room, the stairs and dormitories were probably this direction, based on the heavy floor scuffs from frequent foot traffic.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Dec 28, 2019 22:06:00 GMT -6
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The taxi cab pulled up in front of the building, rocks crunching as it came to a stop. Out stepped a small girl, white blond hair pulled into a tight ponytail, eyes hidden by black sunglasses. She was wearing a neatly pressed dress, clean stockings, and an expensive looking watch. As she scanned her surroundings she pulled a pink suitcase from the back of the car and gave the driver his tip.
"Well, it doesn't look very impressive." She remarked doubtfully.
Evelyn was 7, with no memories of her previous adult years. Even the echoes couldn't fill in the blanks, but that didn't matter. Somehow, she felt unbothered by this fresh start. She was still more adult than most people she encountered and had the echoes to thank for that. A flawless memory, voices in her head to do her bidding. Seriously, she could make this work.
When her awareness started, she had been sitting outside the police station. She thought that had been the best place to get to work. With her skills, clearly, she needed to work in law enforcement. If only that police chief hadn't shooed her away on account of her not being over 4 feet tall. What type of prejudice regulations were those! Instead, they dropped her off here at this mutant daycare where she could apparently live and be safe. Like she needed that. Oh well. At least she wouldn't have to pay for food right?
Pushing open the door, she glanced around the entryway, calling out as she did. "Hello? Are there any legal guardians in this facility?"
[Footsteps, second floor. Movement, two doors to the left. Date of last dusting, estimated December 2014.]
Well, that confirmed it. She had been dropped off to hell.
It was an unsolved Jane Doe case that had been open for a few years. The evidence room still had a bag of unclaimed belongings, left on a back shelf where no one bothered.
When Evelyn came to the department, she pushed a strand of while hair behind her ear. The pixie cut she sported was getting longer, and she needed to trim it again. She remembered when she started working as a detective. She had long hair back when they found her. The only thing she remembered was a first name: Evelyn. The rest was a blank slate she had rebuilt over the past few years.
”This is a photo of the deceased?” Evelyn pulled the folder closer, scanning over the photos. The top few were of a girl with blond hair, a single red spot where she had been shot in the forehead. The river had washed away most of the blood, so it wasn’t as gory as some cases she viewed. She vaguely looked at the autopsy report, then put on gloves to reach for the evidence bags. There were several articles of clothing: arm bands, a skirt, a unitard, a sweater. Then there was a hoodie that didn’t seem to match the rest. [Men’s clothing.] the echoes announced, drawing her attention. The rest of the outfit was clearly her size and style, but this seemed different. Was it from the attacker, her own? It was as good a place to start as any.
The answer came faster than she expected. When she reached for the sweater, a flash of memories raced into her mind. There was the blond, a girl with a snarky attitude and a rebellious posture. She had green defiant eyes, glowing hands, a stern face. There was also a boy, who clearly felt strongly for her. Love… A boyfriend? And then a piece of paper with words written on it was filling her thoughts: If lost, please return to Ty Fisher.
Ah, a lead. Or a message left by another mutant. How had this never come up before?
Without speaking much, she moved to the nearest computer and ran through their database. It was easy enough to find the person she wanted. He had a history of petty crime, much in line with the girl. She had no identity up to this point, but obviously, she fit within his circle.
”Contact this gentleman as next of kin. He can collect her belongings, I think I’ve learned what I can from them. Once we get a name, we can file the case at least.” She stood up and stretched. It was up to this Ty to lead them any further. That was assuming he even knew the girl was dead in the first place.
Evelyn was momentarily disturbed by the mental hesitation she had to that statement. After all the grief her parents caused, it tested her morality levels. Emotions bubbled inside her, and it took effort to push them back down. "Yeah, I'm thinking avoiding anyone getting killed her is idea..."
Not the most upstanding people...
"Not really, no. I'm not sure where they're going to stop at this point."
I mean, if you wanna help... that would be nice too.
Evelyn fidgeted and watched as Jillian appeared. This all felt like such a circus and it was her family causing it.
