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.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Apr 27, 2020 20:37:12 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
65C6C3
Bisexual
None
1,406
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Feb 27, 2023 9:10:51 GMT -6
Mati
Evelyn could tell she was in trouble even without the echoes to verify it. The fact Gemma was making her help was clearly confirming that Evelyn was suspect, even if there was no clear evidence saying she had done anything. Evelyn had also failed to plan for the fact that getting corner by Gemma was ten times worse than Mirror, or Becca, or even Serena. Not having powers meant Evelyn didn't have her brain, and not having her brain made her logical excuses completely vacated from her thoughts.
Zebra. They really did sound like Zebra! She snuggled the little animal and it squeaked, while another scooted up next to them. "Well, I can only carry two. We need somewhere to put them. Do you have any boxes? But they need to breathe. Does the Danger Room have a setting for containing animals? That would be useful. Hey look, I got another one! Oh, now there is a third, I can't carry three. You have one, I have two, here, now you have two. We have 4. 289, minus 4, so 285 left. That's a lot of guinea pigs." She realized too late knowing the exact quantity of animals was a given admission of guilt. She was distracted by little rodent noses. She giggled. She wondered if maybe they would keep some of the little pigs in the end.
"Ewwwww! One pooed in the hallway!" Another kid squealed.
Okay, maybe they wouldn't let them keep the rodents. Not without cages, and litter, and proper potty locations.
"Um, cages. They had cages? If I help you get the cages can we negotiate terms of my punishment?" Evelyn looked up with whatever innocence she could muster. She would not negotiate with Mirror. She would not negotiate with Serena. But Gemma had her by the literal brain and she was more inclined to put an end to this faster if she could just to have her thoughts back. She missed the voices. It was awful empty without them.
Evelyn couldn't remember the years with Jensen as a father figure. She couldn't remember the years at the mansion with friends. In her mind there was a painful loneliness that kept her distant from everyone. And now there was pain, and fear. The fear of being too small to protect yourself from someone bigger and stronger. When she was with young Sam she enjoyed being useful, and when she helped Jude and Ranger she liked being more of an adult.
Today, she didn't want to be a grown up. She curled up in the hug until she ran out of tears, and Sam's shirt was wet, probably with snot as much as from the crying. It felt like water had leaked from everywhere on her face, not just her eyes from crying so hard.
Evelyn rubbed her eyes, aware of how much they stung now, and sniffled a few more times as her emotions settled. "You shouldn't make promises. W-what if I always need you around? Who is going to be my teacher, and show me how to throw snowballs and sai?"
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Apr 26, 2020 10:32:01 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
65C6C3
Bisexual
None
1,406
49
Feb 27, 2023 9:10:51 GMT -6
Mati
What happened here?
Evelyn didn’t think to push him away when he reached out. Even the cold air hadn’t registered. The moment he made contact with her skin the memories came rushing to the surface. There was her dad’s angry accusing, then pain, and fear. She flinched at how vivid the playback was, and started crying worse. Dignity forgotten, she threw her arms around Sam and buried her face against his shirt. He could have tried to get away, but she didn’t want to let him. It wasn’t the Sam she knew, but he was all she had.
”Why’d you have to g-get old again? N-now I have n-no one! They d-don’t want me and no one here unders-stands me.”
Waves of emotions were rushing through her. She was accusing him of growing up and leaving her while simultaneously holding on for dear life.
Evelyn heard the knock, and the echoes verified who it was [Sam. Older, reaged.] Not Sam her friend, and teacher. The other Sam. The one who knew her before, not now. That made her hug the bear harder and bury her face against the wet fur. "Go a-a-away!" She sniffled. She turned her back to the door and scooted closer to the wall. She had found a spot to sit wedged between the nightstand and the wall, wishing she had brought a blanket with her. Her arm hurt. Her back hurt. Now her eyes hurt.
She didn't want to talk. She didn't want to think about what she was missing now, and how she had no one anymore. She pulled her knees up and heard the door open, because of course it wouldn't be locked. [Desire comfort.] Even the echoes knew she wanted someone to be there, even if she was running away. She looked up with red eyes, and there was older Sam. He had an eye patch, and a more worn face. She looked away before she could focus on the concern, tugging at her sleeves. That wouldn't do much good, she was several inches short of fabric to cover her arms.
Evelyn shrugged and took another glance at Ranger’s face. She had taken a bit of time, but preventing further disasters from her busty boss seemed important too. ”Appearances are important to. For instance, I better fix that eye before you go downstairs or someone will assume Ranger hits his girlfriend. I saw some makeup around here, Come stand next to the counter.”
Evelyn wasn’t bothered bossing her boss around. She was used to bossing people anyway, and she was the one helping now. Climbing up the chair onto a counter she brought the makeup she found along with her. After a few moments she matched pigments in the foundation and motioned for him to look her way. ”Pretty sure Jude said your call sign was Texas. Sorry, couldn’t help it.” NoelRanger grimaced slightly at the half lie and she giggled, returning to the eye. There...okay something weird was going on with NoelRanger’s eyes and she found herself staring too closely. The echoes wanted to analyze, then they didn’t, then...
Makeup. She finished the makeup and hopped down, closing the bag, ”Don’t worry, I’m an expert at coverups. Bruises are much easier to hide than cuts at least.” She bummed happily to herself, lacking realization anything about that statement was concerning. Then she picked up her papers, back to business.
”I’m going to go back down to file these, okay? I’ll check on you later boss!” calling him boss avoided any half lie at least. With a little wave she moved back to work, echoes temporarily wondering what a flag on the wall was before going back to their paperwork.
Evelyn shook off one final 'ew' then returned to the problem on hand. There was a lot of people involved, certainly. Although at the mention of Sideshow, she got distracted. "Sideshow got married?! Awww I missed it! Was she pretty? Did she get mad at him because you guys mugged down at the wedding? Did they have a big cake?!"
She stopped herself from getting drawn too far down that rabbit hole, although she decided she would have to ask Bird of Prey if there were pictures. Thomas had been nice enough, he would tell her more details.
"I can relay stuff when I'm around. I have enough community service I can make up this week. There may have been a lot of guinea pigs we let loose in the school. You don't need a guinea pig, do you? No. Worth checking."
Then the task on hand. Making Ranger a better girl.
"Well, let's see how you walk without heels for a start, and go from there."
It was roughly an hour or so later when Evelyn had talked Ranger out of his cowboy swagger. Regardless of past experience, the man seemed to forget that ladies kept their legs closed, and the awkward movement in tennis shoes suggested he was much more familiar with 'boots' than maybe Boots herself was. Ranger also needed practice dealing with hair. It took all of ten seconds for him to swallow a lock with a cup of water, and Evelyn had to give tips on how to pull his hair to one side before eating something, or just practice having his hair back. Her hair back. The gender thing was a little confusing, even for her.
At least Noel seemed to have a little more tomboyish behavior so a lot of things could be glossed over. Ponytail, jeans, flat shoes. Even if they weren't playing the hungover card there were avenues where casual dress could be addressed. At the mention of cramps most men would quickly avert the subject entirely, buying a couple more days of grace.
"If I meet actual-Noel I can help more... For now I guess we have to settle for Almost-Noel being good enough. Back straight. Better." At least now the echoes weren't red flagging things left and right.
There was a very good reason for me to mug her down right there in the pew…
Evelyn looked at him with a somewhat horrified expression as she struggled NOT to imagine what mug her down meant. That sounded far more adult than she wanted to even process. Then, something about powers absorbed by taste. Oh, ew ew ew ew ew ew ew....
"I, I didn't need to....so you...yeah, someone most definitely would punish you for that." She would almost punish him for that. The image of him trying to remedy a Boston accent through taste i.e. kissing was too much for her to handle. Ew. Ew ew ew ew ew ew .
"I assume you know some of the mutants at the wedding. So just narrows it down to the ones you aren't familiar with. If it comes down to that. Hopefully it's just short term. In the meantime, I can handle the paperwork, and hopefully Noel is a better you than you are her." And hopefully Noel doesn't use such horrible phrases around children.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Apr 14, 2020 17:12:21 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
65C6C3
Bisexual
None
1,406
49
Feb 27, 2023 9:10:51 GMT -6
Mati
Evelyn got the giggles out of her system, then focused on the facts on hand. Last time there was a body swap, Ranger ate a muffin. This time, he did not eat a muffin. Therefore, that lead went nowhere. Also, they managed to switch between bodies multiple times. That... actually that seemed important.
"If you ate something, it wouldn't make sense that you swapped to your old bodies then back again. If you keep getting sent to each other's bodies, that sounds more like powers at work. Like, anytime I walk around an adapted, my echoes go away. But then I leave, and they come back." Evelyn liked coming up with theories, and this was certainly an entertaining situation to her.
She swung her feet a little before remembering she was trying to be professional. She stopped. Then she made a face when he mentioned the wedding. "Wait, you ticked off the bride. Sorry, but haven't you ever heard warnings about upsetting the bride? I'm seven, and even I wouldn't do that."
Evelyn pulled a blank sheet of paper forward, and drew a little sketch. There was a stick figure bridge, a stick figure groom, and then a bunch of pews. She scribbled in little smiley faces for the guests. "You piss off the bride, and your possible body swappers opens up to be--" she circled the right side of the paper, encompassing half the church. "Anyone on her side of the family. And, maybe even part of the grooms side. You may be stuck with a game of 'how long does it take for a grudge to let up'." Evelyn warned delicately.
Evelyn's suggestion was half useful. She blinked slightly at the mention of the callsign though. Boots sounded strange to her, and she glanced at NoelRanger's outfit, wondering where the boots fit in. She did not look very Boots today. Was it like Puss In Boots? Was she like, a cat but secretly super fierce? She stopped the echoes from following that rabbit trail, and then giggled slightly at the idea Ranger had been a woman more than once.
"Sorry, I just didn't expect that this had been a common problem for you. I mean, I know someone at the mansion who changes gender, but that's their powers. You being someone else seems more intentional. I mean, I heard there was some body swapping once before at the mansion. But I don't remember that. The whole becoming a kid thing managed to erase a lot of memories. It feel weird to not remember something," she mused. She got back on track as she circled to the original comment. "If it were the same type of situation though, other people would have swapped bodies. Just you and Noel...Did you upset someone? Or like, get into something you shouldn't have? No cursed objects?" All of those seemed like likely candidates for a couple to suddenly become each other.
At the praise for the help financially, Evelyn brightened up again. Maybe a bit too much. She never thought her childhood was exactly lacking, but somehow, the praise was comforting. She didn't get praised for using her powers often. Most of her memories had been telling her the mutation was a problem or a mistake. Except for Sam and Jude. And maybe William. She liked being able to do things with her powers that helped. "I can point out more things if I find them. Or, the echoes find them. For having the deage set everything back it could have been worse."
Evelyn smirked a little. She couldn't help it. "Maybe you just need to be better at lying. If someone asks if you know where Ranger is, you say he is around somewhere. If someone asks who you are, just say you are here to work on paperwork. Maybe there is a call sign you can use to identify as. Rather than thinking of yourself as Noel, maybe you can just be uh...N. I don't know, I was never good at code names."
Evelyn had no reputation, so she didn't exactly sympathize with the effort to spare Noel's. But she nodded anyway, and thought about it. "Heels is all about weight distribution and posture. Thankfully, I don't have to bother with them anymore. But, if you have to try it again sometime, I have a memory or two from my tutor. You get hit with a ruler once or twice you learn to keep your back straight. I don't miss the dinner parties." She made a face. She did not miss her old life in the slightest.
As he complimented her Evelyn beamed a little. Her ego responded well to flattery. "Sam usually just gives me a walkie-talkie, an isolated frequency or some sort. I can't share information as easily over long distance but the echoes are still good at giving advice. Even around the office, actually..."
She remembered her forms, and pointed to one, looking a bit excited. "Like, you realize we are filing incoming materials with this form 13, but if you generalized all incoming shipments as a form 19, then submitted a reclassification on form 47 you would save $10 a form. On the long run, that's almost $210 a quarter." Not exactly earth shattering revelations, but a little money here and there would add up a lot in the long run.
Evelyn waited patiently while RangerNoel processed what she had seen. It was not easy to see someone else's memories, but at least he had the experience once. Whatever that meant. She didn't ask details, as that was not her purpose here today. She nodded at the suggestion of being a coach, "The small things shouldn't be too hard to fix. Maybe working on ways to avoid flat lying so you don't have to taste them all the time? And honestly, the hungover bit is one you can use to your advantage on days like today. No one is going to questions why you're not quite yourself when you're hungover. Well, except me." Evelyn was a brat like that. She was not apologetic.
"Yup. I can do it with anything. Books too. Like, I was studying electricity the other week with a friend, and we needed a formula--" she waited for permission than touched RangerNoel's arm again. She had already fished through the right spot in her brain, so when she made skin contact the memory of the textbook was right on top. The formula's she had been reading about were there. She cut that memory off quicker, as he didn't really need that for more than demonstration.
"That's how I can get all the forms correct. As long as I've read the information, the echoes can hash out the rest." She was proud of how she had used her powers. While it may have seemed like a security risk having a child in BlacTac initially, it was certainly a situation now of keeping an asset close on hand and out of someone else's use.
Evelyn registered the hesitation, but that was normal. Not many people liked letting someone into their head. Evelyn gave a little smile, surprisingly gentle compared to the usual expression she tended to wear. "If it makes you feel better, it's less getting into your head, more letting you into mine. You can see my memories, I don't see any of yours. It's like, listening in to a radio feed. It's just easier if you can see what's happening."
Evelyn waited until he seemed prepared, then set a hand on his arm. She focused on the memory of walking into his office, and let the playback run. He would experience it from her point of view: the awkward body language, the gesture's with the hair, the way his mouth twitched every time he lied. He could also hear the echoes pointing out the problems.
Evelyn pulled her hand back, giving Ranger a moment to shake free of the images. "It's a little different seeing it from someone else's viewpoint I imagine."
Evelyn was watching curiously to see his reaction. When she told people she had a perfect memory, they never expected the clarity that came with it. Every smell, touch, moment was crystal clear. From a clock on a wall, to an object on the desk, she didn't forget, for better or worse. She kept much of that ability to herself for safety reasons. Heck, if someone knew she could remember things like that, she could harvest a whole collection of debit card pins or passwords. Not that she would ever do that. Nope.
Evelyn liked Ranger's way of thinking. He wasn't like some of the adults at the mansion who were set on rules and following them. Rather, he seemed to approve of the idea of being whatever age benefited her the most. At least, that was how she was taking it. "Thirty-one if I am out past curfew, and seven if I'm in trouble. Sounds like the best plan." She likes using the situation to her benefit. If she was going to be a kid again, she may as well make the most of it.
Evelyn considered what he was saying. She felt it may be a bit premature to relax when the previous night was being reflected on through very drunk memories. Maybe Noel was doing okay being a guy, but Ranger was certainly having issues being a woman. She sighed, rubbing her forehead a little. "It's, small things. Like, you tried to run your hand through your hair, but, you forget you have long hair. Or, you try to use size to your advantage, but you aren't a big tough guy anymore. There are just different ways to approach situations."
Evelyn paused, an idea coming to mind. "I can show you what you're doing wrong, but it involves more voices in your head. I'm not sure if you're ready for that yet," she ventured cautiously. Just letting the echoes analyze what was happening would be faster than trying to give awkward advice.
She paused at the mention of compensation, and shrugged a little. "I am mostly just investing right now. I am living at the mansion so I haven't had a lot of spending to do. I had Jude deposit a little into an account but since I can't take classes, I need something to entertain myself." It was a risk admitting how much fun paperwork was to her, but it was a risk worth taking. If they thought she wasn't getting enough from the experience they could stop letting her come. Better to keep having work than to ruin her chances altogether.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Apr 11, 2020 22:51:39 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
65C6C3
Bisexual
None
1,406
49
Feb 27, 2023 9:10:51 GMT -6
Mati
Evelyn was bored. The last few Saturdays she had been off at BlacTac helping out, but today she lacked community service hours to warrant getting away from the mansion. Had she thought about it, she could have easily done something to earn the punishment, but if she did that, it might raise suspicion, so it was probably good she hadn't. She was in the corner of the room, a stack of books next to her and nosing through some more chemistry texts. Dealing with a mercenary group, and heck, even being around Sam, had drawn her interest to a lot of different subjects, including weaponry, and even chemical properties on clothing. The last one reminded her of a friend, and that thought had no sooner happened than a knock came to the door.
Blinking, Evelyn closed the text and moved to answer. She spotted the bag, the girl, the excitement. [Eager. Anticipation. Nervousness.] "Are we throwing things again?" She asked, trying to judge what the backpack may contain. She let the door open, giving the invitation to enter if the older girl wanted.
The room was a strange mix of a child's bedroom and an adult's study. There were books, painting supplies, a backpack with bunny ears; there was a taser, a bunch of random materials like strings, safety pins, jars that looked like they came from the chemistry lab. There were papers stacked in neat piles, intricate blueprints pinned onto a cork-board next to a calendar with baby animals. Seeming unaware her living space was odd, she pranced over to her bed and sat on the end, scooting a stuffed animal over so Ami could sit.
Evelyn had no personal experience drinking, but she knew the general purpose of it. The efforts made to rid Ranger of the foul taste in his mouth had undoubtedly been traded for further misery today. Evelyn had a moment of sympathy. After all, she tried to avoid the Playbacks by just not sleeping, and that resulted in it's own delirium from time to time. A room of liars would have given anyone a headache, she expected.
Evelyn made note of the dates, and they added up to what she knew of the other deaged mutants. "I was born in 1988. That was not a lie. She shrugged. "Does that mean I'm thirty-one, as my birth certificate would claim, or seven, as my memory tells me? For legal purposes here we stuck to the former. Less messy paperwork regarding child labor," she told him, flashing a quick smile. Legalities were important here. Her job involved keeping those legalities straight, after all.
So, they switched at a wedding, and now they were hiding it. Evelyn gave Ranger a look, and sort of made a face. "I mean, even if they don't figure out what happened, someone is bound to notice something is wrong if real Noel is acting anything like you are. You may look like a woman, but I don't know if you really act like one. The echoes are an enhancement mutation, they pick up on things anyone can honestly see. I may process information faster, but the fact I can tell something is wrong may not be a good sign for you." She was genuine at least. She watching him struggle toward the papers and scurried over, taking out a pen and pointing out the little flaws. A date, a number, a signature. Some she could do on her own, but it was important to point out why she was fixing them, so she wouldn't be chasing down the same error every time.
"I've been here for almost a week. I only come in part time. We have BlacTac listed for community service so I can come here to help. Oh, sign that one." She paused at the last paperwork, making sure it was Michael's signature. She most certainly didn't save that information for later. Nope. Forgery was frowned upon. But, in an emergency, it could be handy.
"There isn't much for me to do at the school, so this is fun. I like having things to sort and stuff to do." She picked up the papers and a quick glance proved they were ready now. She straightened them and set them neatly off to the side to send off later.
