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.
"My voices don't usually tell me to eat small mammals, no... They get distracted by them from time to time..." Evelyn responded, shaking her head at the idea. She couldn't imagine eating a squirrel, cooked, raw, or otherwise. Thankfully, she didn't have a predator instinct like that. Her voices felt a little...tame.
To be honest, Evelyn wasn't sure how the conversation progressed to this point. One moment, the kid was laying in the sun like a cat, and now he was talking about eating squirrels and undres--
"Wait, what are you--" She quickly turned the other way, face getting further crimson and trying to decide what to do in this situation. She was pretty sure he shouldn't be taking of clothes, regardless of whether his other 'face' would shred them or not.
Other...
The echoes were still scrambled by the kids actions and couldn't quite piece it together.
She wasn't sure 'eh' and a shoulder shrug would be effective in this situation. She had a half naked teenager wandering into the woods and the last thing she wanted to do was turn around and face him and plant whatever image was there permanently into her mind. What was seen in her world could never be unseen.
"Maybe you should stay...clothed....and....how about explosives? I was perfectly fine with that conversation."
He smiled. It was a start in the right direction and took some of the tension off her shoulders. She pushed her hair from her face and nodded gratefully at the idea.
"Breakfast would certainly be appreciated at this point." She was starving, and it would give the medicine a little time to settle in as well.
The hallways were fairly quiet still, and the kitchen was empty, which was nice. Her echoes did a quick sweep, trying to decide what there was to eat. "We can either make something, or settle for a lazier breakfast of cereal and toast." While making something would take longer, it would be a bit more worthwhile in the end. She glanced at the clock. It was barely 7, which was still pretty early for most of the children here at the school. The numbers swam for a moment and she shut her eyes, letting the wave of dizziness pass.
She didn't think Gawain noticed, and shifted to look in the refrigerator for either milk or ingredients to make something. Milk was looking like the likelier choice. If she got dizzy again, last thing she wanted was to pass out in front of a stove.
Because that would be a lot harder to just smile off.
>>"Although you might do better not to read me; you might find things you don't like. Or like too much."
Evelyn's cheeks turned pink for a moment and she gave a laugh, hair falling in front of her face as she gave a slightly embarrassed smile. "Unfortunately, it's not something I have a lot of control over. I can try my best to direct the echoes elsewhere, but they seem to have a habit of remarking on whatever they want to." She shrugged, and pushed open the door to the mansion. Thankfully, it was the summer, and a good number of students were away on vacations or out exploring the city. There would be few people, if any, to worry about running into her companion. The hallways were quiet, and she momentarily wondered if the x-men were having training sessions in the danger room today. That could account for the lack of activity. It would at least resolve her concerns of having Sam or Gawain run into Kyle at this point.
"I'm not sure what exactly to show you. Lots of hallways, a classrooms. I'm partial to the art room myself. Between you and me though, I've been sneaking some better supplies in there. The quality of their color pencils was a bit too much to ignore..." She started down one of the hallways, in the general direction of the kitchen. Rubbing the back of her neck, she gave a sheepish smile.
"I've stayed out of...most trouble. Got into a few scuffles during the riots but no permanent damage. Met a sewer monster. Started dating someone..." She dropped the last bit in casually, watching closely for his reaction. She had debated over the best way to drop that news, and it seemed as good a way as any to break it to him. While their previous encounter had been short, Kyle's interest in her had been flirtatious in it's own way. She wondered what he would think of her dating a guy....and a girl.....
"And there is the all impressive kitchen. Told you, nothing really exciting to show around here." She said at the doorway. At least the last person had cleaned up after themselves. Counters strewn with pb&j scraps didn't always make the best first impression.
Evelyn didn't need the echoes to see the doubt on Gawain's face. There wasn't much she could do about that right away though. It was... odd, having someone feel that protective over her. It was different than having a bodyguard hovering and making sure she didn't do anything stupid. Making sure she was ok was more personal to Gawain. She felt like she mattered. Which was enough to keep her from rolling her eyes at his question.
"I can walk. Not the first or the last time my powers will do something like this, honestly." She gave a thank you to Doc, and moved out into the hallway trying not to flinch at the headache she still had. It would take a little bit for the medicine to set in. "It's not worth fussing over. After all, part of the brochure for living at a place like this is understanding your powers better. Apparently, something about my playbacks means shutting them off is a bad idea. Noted. We started the morning learning something new about my mutation."
She was fairly certain it wouldn't be that easy to get rid of the mirror-walker's concern though. She reached out and caught Gawain's hand, giving it a squeeze and smiling reassuringly at him. Heck, she got more sleep today than she often did in a week. It was a silver lining.
Evelyn took a sip of the water, and shook her head at Gawain. It hurt a little, but she hated hearing the mirrorwalker beat himself up. "No way of knowing it would happen. Echoes were fine, and up until I slept, nothing went wrong. Idea half worked anyway. I slept really well, like I said. I just... took a second nap as soon as I walked out of the aura..." She flinched slightly at the building head ache, and leaned back against Gawain.
Watching her closely, Doc walked over to the cabinets and returned a few moments later with some strong headache medicine. "Here, take those." He remarked, and Evelyn obediently swallowed down the pills with some of the water. As the last of the playbacks faded, she tried sitting up on her own, trying to reassure her hovering audience.
"I swear I won't pass out or anything. Perfectly ok now, just a little bit of a headache." She tried reassuring Gawain, then glanced at DocProf hoping she'd be given the go-ahead to leave. While waking up and faceplanting into the carpet was a less than desirable way to start the morning, having her powers turned off for a night had almost been worth it. If Gawain didn't look so mortified, she probably would have made a slight joke. Instead she finished off the water and let the echoes look around the room.
The room was eerily quiet while the Doc checked on Evelyn. While she wasn't waking up, her behavior was similar to someone just sleeping, which left him little room to work. "Well, she's not injured... So my powers aren't going to help much." The Doc finally said, turning back towards Gawain."We might just need to wait a few minutes and see what happens. I've talked with Evelyn a little, and her powers make her brain function almost like a computer. It stores information, it processes data... If you look at it that way, maybe this just 'rebooted' things for her."
Evelyn flinched slightly as a darker memory passed, then stilled again. The Doc checked her pulse as he waited, and glanced at Gawain. "Sit before I have to pluck you off the floor. Don't need both of you injured." He waited for some action from the boy, then looked back down at Evelyn. "It looks like she's starting to come around more though..."
Turning from the blond-haired woman, a different figure appeared, one with dark black hair, accented by red streaks. While still irritated by the transportation and the kidnapping, Evelyn resisted being rude and answered 'Syn's' question. "My name is Evelyn." She said with a flash of what could have been a momentary smile, but she was still taking in the new arrivals appearance....
She thought she heard voices, and flinched slightly as her eyes flickered open. For a moment, everything was murky and out of focus. Then the echoes started taking note of where she was, and the figures closeby. At first, she felt a bit confused, until the correct memories made their way to the surface. She couldn't remember anything after stepping outside the adapted's field. But that was enough to bring a light headache into place.
"You know how we decided my powers don't like electricity?" She murmured, shutting her eyes again and putting a hand to her forehead. "I don't think playbacks like adapteds..." She didn't feel tired anymore, true, but she did feel like she hit her head against a very solid rock. Or the floor... she might have just hit the floor a bit when she fell. Did she fall? She felt unnaturally confused.
"Well, now we know you need to be a bit more cautious around them...." Doc said, a bit more gently than he had been talking to Gawain. "How do you feel?"
"Like I got knocked unconscious by my own powers?" She flinched and tried to reword her sentence. "The echoes didn't seem bothered by it...and I slept fine, just..." Her brain tried to process all the information and it made her feel a bit overwhelmed.
"Gawain, maybe get her a glass of water or something..." The Doc suggested.
If anything, Evelyn's face got redder. The concept of boyfriends was a bit of a sore subject and she resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at him for embarrassing her. "Not really a subject I want to talk about. How about we turn back to combustible materials?" She muttered quickly. She blinked at his 'lesson' on not caring, and rubbed the back of her neck a little.
"Eh? I'm not really sure that works for me..." Maybe you had to have an accent to make it work properly. She didn't feel like she could fake not caring... She brushed her hands on her skirt and shook her head.
"So is everyone supposed to be jealous I have voices in my head and they don't? That doesn't seem like something they're missing out on, really. Well, unless you want to play poker...." Jensen had quickly banned her from any form of gambling when she was younger when he realized her perfect memory made it far too easy for her to track cards in the deck. Using powers in a game was cheating in his eyes, and since she couldn't turn off her mutation, she would always have an unfair advantage.
The announcement for dinner was made, and groups gradually shifted towards their tables. There were three long tables for the evening, and Evelyn and her family migrated to the first one. The head of the table was her parent's family friend, confirming at least a bit of her suspicions he had been partially responsible for the gathering. Evelyn took her seat somewhere near the middle of the group, glancing around for Lisa. Presumably still attached to her newest companion.
The attitude in the room was fairly calm at the moment. Few people really discussed the topic of 'mutants', most shying away from the topic and going with more familiar things like money and estates. But it was bound to come up eventually, as was clear when the food was set before them and the man at the end of the table opened up.
"It's a civil rights issue. I think mutants are just looking for recognition that they are still human and deserve to be treated as such." He argued with the man to his left.
"The problem is they need to be controlled. You give someone the power to level the city, they need accountability for that ability. Some of these mutants don't respect authority, or the people around them. Let them have jobs where they're useful. But don't through a pyromaniac in a paper mill." His companion countered. Evelyn listened in quietly as she started eating her pasta salad.
It felt like falling out of reality and into her memories. Evelyn couldn't feel anything. She didn't feel the impact of hitting the carpet, and didn't hear Gawain yelling at her. Her brain was on re-boot, scrambling to make up for the night of playbacks the adapted field took away, and leaving her stuck in the current in the process.
In the middle of the grass a teenage boy was stretched, large golden brown wings spread wide and what looked like a lions tail less visible in the grass. Evelyn felt a small frown spread across her face, scanning her head for the time. Most of the other students would be in class around this hour, but this lone figure seemed to have other plans...
Meanwhile, Gawain finally picked her up, and started for the infirmary.
Evelyn blinked at the words that slipped from the strangers mouth. Her brain processed them, sifted through the dialect, and came up with little meaning to what he was saying. Was he asking if she was alright? Was that an apology, what was that? The gears in her head slipped for a moment and she pushed her hair from her face. "Pardon me. Was just getting a closer look before the next round of bidding but it's getting a bit crowded to really manage that..." She remarked with a small frown, avoiding looking ignorant and remarking on what he said.
Evelyn didn't move as the DocProf moved over to examine her.
Fourteen year old Evelyn sat in the corner of the room, sketching quietly on a scrap of paper she'd found in the lobby. Her parents had refused to let her take her sketch book with her to this office, but she was used to that by now. The 'specialist' sat and watched her, trying to get her attention, but she stared harder at her drawings, trying to tune him out.
"So, why don't you tell me about these new 'playbacks', Evelyn? Are they like your echoes? Put the drawing down and tell me about them..."
"They're memories. When I sleep, I remember. I don't dream. I don't forget." She shrugged as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She shrugged as if it didn't terrify her. She didn't look at the man in front of her. He was somewhat of a doctor, somewhat of a psychiatrist. Her parents seemed to think if he could prescribe the right pill, their problems would go away. Trying to shut off the playbacks didn't have any success though. No more than trying to silence the echoes.
"So you've developed an abnormally good memory is all... well that's nothing to--"
"Most people don't relive their memories, doctor." She finally set the sketch down, put her hands on her leg and faced him. Her eye were dull grey as the echoes latched onto the figure in an intense analysis. "And unless you can tell me how to stop myself from sitting in the same chair, listening to you run your mouth for the next few nights, I really would rather we not have this conversation. And then have it again." She snapped, turned her chair, and flicked her pale white hair over her shoulder at the figure as she stared out the window.
The sky was a pale blue, but it looked like rain.
Evelyn's eyes flickered slightly with the movement of her thought process. It was like she was sleeping, but nothing could wake her. The playbacks just had to finish what they started, and Evelyn barely registered the transition from one memory to the other.
There was a lot of meaning behind Syn's words, but it was hard to make out exactly what Syn was trying to get across at first. Did she regard herself as the puzzle perhaps? How did she fit into the Sanctuary's power structure? How did her powers allow her to influence people? Perhaps she believed Evelyn could sort it all out. Perhaps she thought Evelyn just needed the motivation. The echoes flickered, trying to piece it all together through the woman's body language and verbal implications. In a way though, she felt like her own personal emotions were making the read a little murky.
Being wrong was normally an inconvenience. She wasn't sure the consequences in this case.
Evelyn ran a thumb along the plastic of a cd, and shrugged her shoulders to her companion. "I'm afraid I'm not exactly a fascinating individual. I enjoy art, spend most of my time at museums or other similar venues. Broadway is always a treat, especially when the right cast is involved. I could watch the Lion King a hundred times and never get bored of it." Watching shows in the city was expensive, so there was a small hint that she was fairly wealthy. If it wasn't already evident by her dress and some of the clothes she purchased.
"What do you do for fun?" She inquired. "Other than solve puzzles and meet new people..." She ventured.
It was a relatively simple task moving the bed, and Evelyn felt the strange sensation of silence again once she was standing next to it. In a way, the emptiness was almost as distracting as the noise could be, as her mind kept trying to fill in the information her echos normally would have. She couldn't think quite as fast without her powers on, which made her feel a little sluggish. It helped considering she wanted to sleep, though.
>>"I'll stay if you want me to..."
Evelyn gave a small smile at the offer, and shook her head slightly. "I appreciate it, but I'm sure I'll be fine... I don't want to be more of a hassle than I already have been. Won't know anything really until morning anyway..." It gave her mixed emotions thinking about it. As comforting as Maya had been, Evelyn would feel silly having someone hovering nearby making sure she didn't break herself. When it came to her powers, she was really the only one who could do anything about them.
Her thoughts felt slow as she struggled to finish thinking before Maya left, suddenly aware just how fast her mind normally functioned. She flopped down on her bed and shut her eyes, pulling the blankets around her as she tried to relax. It would be fine. Whatever happened, happened...
Right away, nothing did.
Evelyn slept. Dreamless, playbackless...silence. One moment, she shut her eyes, the next she was awake, glancing at the clock in bewilderment. It was still early, but she didn't feel exhausted or drained like she had the night before. Her first thought was it worked. A relieved smile crossed her face and she climbed out of bed, ready to migrate back to her own room to get dressed and ready for the day.
She thought she heard someone in the hallway as she cautiously moved out of the adapted's field.
She didn't really hear much else though as her powers flickered back to life, and everything went dark, legs buckling as the ground rushed forward.
The room wasn't too far away, and the hallways were quiet as they made the short walk there. Evelyn tried not to stress too much over the situation. If being next to the adapted had negative consequences, then they'd think of something else. It had to be better than dealing with the playbacks right now.
Right?
The room looked fairly similar to her own, minus the pile of art supplies she'd dragged there, and she glanced at the wall closest to where the adapted slept. The echoes were quietly commenting on everything, but there seemed to be a sort of...silence, around that particular area. "That... is certainly different..." Evelyn murmered. She gave a nod to Maya, then found herself taking a cautious step forward. She couldn't exactly 'see' where the adapted's field was, but it was as if the echoes commented around the void. Much like when she encountered the female with powers not to be observed. There was nothing, and that showed where 'something' was.
A few steps, and she paused, glancing back at Maya before tentatively stepping into the field. It was like putting her head underwater. The echoes got murky, flickered and struggled to make themselves heard, and then they were silent. Evelyn quickly took a step backwards again, the echoes quickly remarking on the experience and trying to analyze the situation. "I....that is...Quiet." She shook her head, pushing her hair from her face. "No major malfunctions though... It seems safe to try..." She moved towards the bed, and put the blanket down on it, ready to help scoot the bed. She was nervous, but she was exhausted more.
She glanced back at the empty area, and wondered if the playbacks would behave like the echoes did.
Evelyn was a little taken aback by Maya's response. While the echoes saw the underlying emotions in the other female's face, Maya's voice was still fairly authoritative, and it was clear that sneaking off and going to find something to do for the rest of the night wasn't going to work this time. Evelyn relaxed slightly at the pressure of the kiss on her forehead, and fiddled with the blankets still piled around her.
"Control... I'm not sure there is any way to control my powers. Adapt to, maybe..." Her shoulders sank visibly, but she gave a shaky smile at Maya. "You're here, which is help in it's own way..." While it was a little embarrassing, there was something comforting about having someone there. She wasn't alone trying to deal with this. That was a first.
>>"We could still try puttin' you close enough to Miss T and see how that works. Room next to hers is empty."
The suggestion took her a little by surprise, and Evelyn tried to process the idea. She still had no idea how the adapted's power's would work on her, but after the night she had, she figured it probably couldn't get much worse. So when Maya offered her a hand, Evelyn nodded somewhat cautiously, and got to her feet. "I... guess we could try. No way of knowing otherwise..." Her hand shook slightly against Maya's, and she kept one of the blankets with her when she stood. She didn't exactly feel cold, but the texture was helping ground her in the present.
"At least I only have mental powers.... we don't have to worry about me breaking anyone other than myself by trying, right?" She hoped it would work though. Being able to sleep normally would be a relief right about now.
David was clever, certainly, but she could have guessed that just from a brief encounter. The more they talked, the more he proved he was able to think on his feet. Admitting he was in the wrong to Jensen had been risky, but Jensen's problem at the moment was with Evelyn, so it was a smart maneuver. As the bodyguard leaned up against the limo, Evelyn moved forward and yanked the door of the cafe open. She frowned at his statement, the echoes quickly piecing together the hidden meanings.
"There was a bit more to Doyle than what met the eye though. He may have been known for his detective tales, but some of his writing he had the most pride in was left un-appreciated. Tolken eventually got the recognition for his work, even the earlier pieces. Doyle is rarely known for anything other than Sherlock Holmes." The subtle messages were there. Evelyn felt under appreciated, and she wanted to be recognized for her abilities. She could do a lot with her powers if someone gave her the chance. While she adored the Sherlock Holmes stories, she wondered what Doyle could have accomplished if his audience hadn't forever tied his name to the tales.
"I could answer a question or two about New York, but I'm not sure how exciting you'd find the information." That was a bit harder to word. She wasn't sure she could compare herself to the bustling city, but it would be an interesting attempt. She stepped up to the counter, ordered herself a latte and while she paid she continued. "The museums and more artistic venues are worth looking into, not just the typical tourist attractions though." Saying she liked art was an understatement. Art was as much a part of her as her mutation was.
Evelyn's blue-grey eyes were red around the edge when she glanced up from the pile of blankets. She shouldn't be this bothered. She took on armed robbers with a broom. She trailed after a sewer monster, and she survived Sam's disastrous date scenario. It was dumb that her own powers were the thing beating the crap out of her. But there was no place to run from her own memories. She just felt... helpless when she dealt with the playbacks. There was no way to turn them off, no way to change course. She knew what the outcome was, couldn't stop them from happening. At least if she dreamed, she could control where she was going. But in memories, the path was already set. You just watched it go.
Maya's hand brushed her hair from her face and Evelyn shut her eyes, trying to calm down a little. She nodded her head at the question, and then stared ahead at her bed. "Just... hard batch to deal with. Getting hit on the back of the head by a bronze statue hurt enough the first time without..." She flinched visibly, and half expected to be able to feel the blood on the back of her head.
"It'll pass. Maybe I can just go raid the art room or something...." She glanced at her desk where a pile of half finished drawings rested. For once, though, she didn't reach for the art supplies. The only images in the surface of her mind weren't ones she wanted on paper.
