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.
Evelyn heard the voice coming from the Mirror, and let out a noise somewhere between a sniffle and a sob. Part of her was relieved to hear Maya. Part of her just felt mortified being caught like this. "I'm...I'll be fine. I just..." There was nothing convincing in her voice, and she clutched the blankets closer and shuddered as the painful throb of a headache moved through her head. It might have been a memory. It might have been real. It was impossible to tell at this point.
"I hope I didn't wake anyone up..." She glanced at the clock, face moist with tears, then back at the door. "Or, you know....freak them out..." Her voice cracked and she buried her head again.
The clock on the wall moved past 11 when Evelyn woke with a muffled scream, falling from her bed in a tangle of blankets and scrambling back into the mirror on the wall, disoriented and terrified. Images moved through her mind, like waves crashing on a beach and dragging grains of sand backwards into the water. She could still feel the painful throb on the back of her head from a long gone injury, and still feel the painful pulling on her hair as she was dragged from a van into the nighttime. She could see her bedroom, feel the familiar texture of the carpets and the sheets, but the overlying overlap of memories was too hard to shake. Her fingers felt grass, and they felt carpet. Her eyes saw the room, but they still saw the van smashed against a tree, and the robbers in the nighttime.
With a muffled sob, she buried her head against her knees and tried to stop herself from shaking.
Evelyn had managed a few nights with relatively calm playbacks the past week. Images of central park, the museum and all her favorite paintings flickered through her mind. There were the occasional flickers of sadness, but nothing particularly painful to sleep through. Tonight it felt like all the worst memories had waited, and fallen on her at once. Fear was something she forced herself to live through. She couldn't escape bad memories, so she had to come to terms with them. Most nights she did fine.
Tonight, she didn't feel so ok.
Pulling the sheets closer that had fallen with her, she scooted back to her desk in the corner and sat there, trying to clear her thoughts. But the memories stayed sharp, and she shook as she stared into the darkness, trying, and failing, not to cry.
Evelyn wasn't quite sure what to do. Talon seemed insistent on staying, and standing here arguing with him wasn't getting anywhere fast. She ran a hand through her hair with an exhausted sigh, and let the other palm rest lightly on her hip. She tried to look stern, but doubted it would work. "Well, she also helped save me once, so I guess it evens out. I'll just make sure if she's angry her claws are pointed at someone else. Now will you just--"
WereCat's call echoed up the stairwell, and Talon popped his head out the door. Taking advantage of the situation, Evelyn did the rather rude and mostly unladylike action of giving the feathered man a very firm shove on the backside with her foot, and slammed the door behind him before he could run back in. The door cave a click behind him and she flattened herself against the door with an exasperated sign.
Well, that was one way to get rid of the problem.
Although, that pizza had sounded good. Oh well. She would go find it later once Talon was done trying to 'save' her.
Serena's surprise at Mirror's powers was evident in her expression, and Evelyn let the echoes wander while she tried to grasp the concept. It was certainly a different mutation, but I guess if you grew up with it, it wouldn't feel as odd. Evelyn grew up with her echoes, and any time they got quieter she felt both relieved and afraid. Sometimes, your mutation was just part of you. She straightened her hair and listened as Serena spoke again.
She had an expression somewhere between concern and a smile in response.
"Well I'm... glad you're calm. I don't think you need to be that nervous about talking about your powers. I think any mutation can be harmful or helpful, it all relies on how it's used. I may be cut up and covered in blood, but I'm no more afraid of you than I would be around an glass manipulator when I'm standing next to a glass vase. You may not have very good control, but you have the judgement to be able to know when you can be around someone, and when you can't. That's a start." Evelyn smiled, and gathered her drawings in her arms.
How long has Shade been captured? because Evelyn is at the mansion now and that could certainly be an interesting remeeting. But she didn't really get.there until post riots so not sure if would work timeline wise for you.
It was shortly after the riots when Evelyn recieved an unexpected phone call. To say she had forgotten giving her number to Kyle would have been a lie, considering she never forgot anything. But that didn't make the call any less of a surprise.
After he showed up at her museum, saved the art from robbery and rescued her from the attackers, the memories of the encounter stood out particularly in her mind. Things had changed a little since then though. She started dating Mirror, and while that had only really meant one chaotic trip into the danger room and a rather impromptu picnic afterwards, she still wondered if it was ok accepting Kyle's offer to meet. She never dated anyone before and really wasn't sure what Mirror would think. Dating was... confusing for her still. But she felt it would have been inconsiderate to refuse considering Kyle risked so much to help her. She let him know where she was staying, and the next day she heard the unmistakable sound of a motorcycle outside.
Hair down, in a silver skirt, white blouse and grey vest she moved to answer the door. The echoes had picked up on Kyle's slight discomfort with the mansion, and considering he seemed more affiliated with the Sanctuary it made sense. She didn't think the x-men would give him any trouble, but she didn't know if there was any bad blood she was unware of that could spark confrontation. Better safe than sorry. Approaching the familiar figure she gave a smile.
"I figured I would save you the trouble of trying to find me inside. You didn't exactly seem comfortable coming here." She commented coming to a stop in front of him.
The echoes were fairly quiet, which was nice. If she had to sit and listen to them talk about squirrels, or Angua, or the ladybugs on the grass while she was kissing someone, it would have ruined the moment a little. She always heard people describe getting kissed in the cheesiest ways. It was like melting. It was like having butterflies in your stomach. It sent shivers down your spine. She figured it couldn't be quite that impressive.
She was pretty sure now she'd add a few cheesy descriptions of her own.
Angua's head butted into her hand and Evelyn smiled, breaking the contact and pulling back ever so slightly, scratching the bloodhound behind the ears. She still had a pink tint to her face, but she forced herself not to look away. She felt braver today. She may not be very strong, and she still had a knack for getting herself in a ridiculous amount of trouble. But she was also fast, and intelligent, and learning to use that to make up for what she couldn't do. It was a boost of confidence, and it helped when dealing with her nervous energy towards relationships as well.
Sam was going to be ridiculously smug if he found out his dumb idea worked in a backwards sort of way.
>>"Funny, that's not what you said the first time I met you"
Evelyn's face turned crimson at this and she let out a nervous chuckle, glancing at her hands. "I hoped I could... but I'm not sure I ever really believed it back then. I got good at reading people, so I assumed I could be independent and talk my way out of a fight, not necessarily fight my way out of it. Telling someone where to shoot is one thing. Picking up a weapon myself is another thing entirely. After wandering into a few situations I couldn't talk my way out of, and not having Jensen there to help, sort of made me grateful to have someone to turn to. I still don't like having someone smother me like they did. But working together like we did today...I like that."
She glanced up at him with a shy smile, and her heart skipped a beat in a silly school girl way when she realized how close his face was. She could see every detail of his face; the color of his eyes, the curve of his jaw, the little subtle facial shapes that would shift when he'd be Maya the next day. She didn't mind that, which surprised her a little. Gawain was good at doing that too though.
The memories of when they first met flickered through her mind, trailed by the memories of their later encounters. He'd changed a bit since then, especially during the riots. Then again, they both had. She probably never would have guessed the same person who threw her over his shoulder and tossed her into the danger room out of spite would turn into the person she was sitting having a picnic with. Sam must have seen it. And as chaotic as the experience in the danger room had been, she'd never admit how much she enjoyed the day.
The echoes flickered and whispered a few things as she focused on the boy in front of her.
She felt herself lean closer, bridging the gap between them until her lips met his. She wondered, if he had echoes, would they have said a few things about her as well.
Evelyn scratched Angua behind the ears, and blushed at Gawain's compliment. She could feel the movement of his laugh against her back, and glanced back, fiddling with the ribbon on her braid somewhat sheepishly. "I've always been a fast learner, but that's mostly because I never forget things so I really only have to learn it once. It takes practice still to get things down, but the instructions stick, which is the useful part. Honestly though, I never expected to feel capable of doing anything other than work in the museum though. Jensen always fought my battles for me... It's probably going to sound really silly, but I just always assumed I'd never be able to fight my own."
She was reminded of their first meeting, when she was still bound and determined to show Jensen she could stand on her own two feet. She had felt offended when Gawain tried to help, wanting to prove she didn't need someone to watch out for her. After her handler left, she got herself into enough trouble that she started to doubt herself and her confidence fell. Now, she was somewhere in the middle. A little bit vulnerable, but having a better understanding for what she could do.
She tied her ribbon back in a bow as she considered it, and straightened the ends of it. "It feels... odd, being in a fight, honestly... The echoes help because they point out things around me, so if something is thrown they can tell me to dodge, or keep notes on where everything is. Then having my memory makes it easier because I know where everything is. If I dropped a book, unless someone moves it I know where to go back for it. Jensen always suspected I think faster than most people too, because I respond so fast to what's happening. Since I don't have anything to really compare it to though, I'd have to take his word on it." She looked down at Angua, then up at the tree above them, studying the way the light illuminated the leaves. Then she blushed and glanced back at Gawain.
"I'm rambling, I'm sorry, I mean..." The echoes shifted to the mirrorwalker, and her blush deepened when she realized she started to stare. She gestured towards the basket instead. "Sam packed cookies, if you want one..."
The phrase stood out, and Evelyn felt it would have been noticeable with or without her echoes emphasizing it. Evelyn was something new to Syn, and Syn was keeping a close watch on her. The incident at the sanctuary felt so long ago, but the memories still drifted through her mind from time to time. She had been bold in her analysis about the mutant haven, and it's underlying power structure. It was an auction that had been impressive, but in the end she wondered if it was damaging. She didn't know how Syn controlled people, or the real extent of her abilities. Until she did, she was careful not to cross the dark haired female. Evelyn had a tendency to be naive from time to time, but she tried her best never to be stupid.
"I enjoy new things from time to time. I like solving a good mystery, putting together puzzles... sometimes these trips to the store don't reveal much excitement direction through what I purchase, but the people I meet or socialize with can make it worthwhile." She mused, and gave a slight smile. She shifted down the row, flipping and looking at what Nightwish cds they had in stock. She glanced at syn, momentarily wondering what the missing pieces to this puzzle were. If she could understand the girl, she would feel less skittish. She didn't like the feeling of discomfort she was unaccustomed to. She followed sewer monsters, found childhood television characters and a number of other things with the x-men. Fear wasn't something she typically felt.
Caution wasn't something she typically had either, but that was settling in now. She wasn't afraid, yet. But she was careful.
Evelyn relaxed slightly as Gawain spoke. The physical contact felt comforting, and she smiled at his remark. "That helps a lot, honestly. Jensen was always a good bodyguard but he never was much help with the Playbacks..." The echoes noted Angua sniffing around the picnic basket, and she hooked her foot under the basket handle and scooting a couple inches to the side before the bloodhound could investigate it too much. She didn't open her eyes to do it though. Nice thing about her memory was she could know where things were without looking. As a kid, she would shut her eyes and run around the living room, finding her way by memory. She freaked a few kids out trying it at school. Her teachers weren't as amused.
>>"I mean, I know what it's like to have a mutation you can't turn off. Too bad you're not dating an adapted..."
"I think I'm enjoying just dating you." She smiled, glancing at him then feeling slightly shy and looking away again.
>>hey, maybe you could get the room next to Miss T's? And sleep in her aura? Bet that would stop the echoes for a night..."
"Might work." Evelyn said slowly, considering. She opened her eyes and thought about it for a second, letting the echoes help pull up her more frequent memories about what an adapted was. "I've never been around one though, so it would probably depend on what effect she had on my powers. She could shut off all the 'noise', true, but I've grown up with it for so long, I don't know exactly what that'd do.
"My concern would be that it would be like when you sit in a car and listen to the radio. Every so often you turn it up a little more, so eventually the music just gets louder and louder. If you don't turn it down before you get back in, you get blasted by the volume. Turning off the echoes might not even be the bad part. Having them turn back on could be..."
She mused over it for a moment, and took a sip of the soda she had set nearby. She liked the idea of sleeping without her playbacks for a bit, but the Echoes and Playbacks sort of went together. As annoying as they could be at times, she felt safe always having that amount of extra awareness nearby to point out things she might have missed otherwise. They got her out of a few bad situations, and, while the mansion was safe, if something were to ever go wrong and she didn't have the echoes during it she'd feel blind.
"I could always talk with her sometime though, and just see if she helps or hurts with my powers... It's a good thing to know."
Evelyn chuckled slightly , and the recent memories easily flickered through her mind in vivid detail. The slight dappled feather pattern, toothed beak and large golden eyes planted themselves at the forefront of her thoughts. "I think the worst thing was trying to sneak up on it when it's head could turn around like an owls. I'm just glad it's not something that would ever--well, likely-- show up in real life." With the x-men, nothing was really impossible.
The echoes picked up on Gawain's movement, flickered to a moment as Angua snatched the sandwich, and then he was sitting back against the tree. At his suggestion, she leaned backwards, and shifted until she comfortably nested against the Mirrorwalker. The contact stopped her echoes for a moment, but they came back with quiet remarks tracking the dogs movements by the food. Shutting her eyes for a moment, she sighed deeply and shook her head at Gawain's question.
"I don't really know. I used to draw before I slept, taped all my old pictures of favorite memories on the wall of my room just to have something positive to wake up to... I lost a lot of my art during the riots, and now I'm just trying to find a new normal I guess. The problem with the playbacks is they feel real. When I wake up, it's just hard to... ground myself, I guess." She shifted, trying to think of a better way for him to understand.
"I feel like a plant that got my roots ripped up. I don't like that feeling. It's like and avalanche plows over me. You get spun around so many times, you don't know what way is up to dig yourself out." She took a sip of a soda, then set it back down and shut her eyes, leaning back against him and listening to Angua sniff by the picnic basket.
Evelyn paused as David requested, and glanced at him as he spoke up. She put a hand on her hip and rubbed her forehead, still a bit frustrated by him, but somewhat baited by the remark he put forth. "It's a little bit complicated. The echoes were my first power. It's pretty much like having a bunch of voices in my head telling me details about my surroundings. Body language, posture, behavior... Information, really. Playbacks are something that came later. I don't forget, and those memories replay themselves. Information 'echoes'. Memories 'playback'." She shrugged the information off as being nothing particularly interesting. She tried not to go into too much detail. She was always skittish talking about her powers, especially when she didn't know someone that well. If she said too much, he'd probably point it out anyway. Then again, maybe he wouldn't. He was an odd mixture of gentleman and conman; sometimes polite, sometimes a little more undermining.
David's comment to her statement about reading people had a little challenge to it. He seemed to think his methods were flawless, and it was true, he didn't like to take risks. He liked a bet he could win. But every game had it's risks. 75% were good odds, but 25% of the time you'd still loose. Statistics made things random. It was hard to count on any odds.
Then things shifted in an odd way. David started talking to Jensen, and the bodyguard was politely listening. Annoyed, certainly, but he wasn't grabbing her by the arm and dragging her off like he might have if she were younger. As an adult, he was giving her more room, but he still cast a big shadow standing behind her; figuratively speaking.
"She knows better than to wander off with strangers, whether or not she is engaged by the conversation. While I'm sure your conversation was invigorating, I'm afraid it's behavior that shouldn't be encouraged." He glanced at Evelyn and she toed the ground in disgruntlement. The echoes, however, caught the reference, and noted the slight engraving on the inside of the ring she didn't get a good look at earlier in the conversation. He was wearing the 'one ring'.... that was certainly off from what the echoes previously started to guess.
"Tolkien's works are certainly engaging, but I appreciate the quick wit and cleverness that come with a good mystery novel." She said. Jensen looked irritated by the question, but sighed, and nodded his head towards the cafe.
"I need to finish a few things, you can talk at the cafe. Stay. Out. Of. Trouble." He firmly remarked, then turned and started back towards the limo. Evelyn sighed and grumbled, rubbing her forehead and glaring slightly at David.
"Haven't we debated enough about 'literature' for one day?" She remarked, but this time there was almost a slight smile hidden in the end of the statement. She wouldn't admit his irritating conversation had been a little fun. She was annoyed, but it had been a long time since someone kept her on her toes mentally.
