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.
Why yes. Yes indeed Pix did want in. She wanted in so bad that she could taste the sweet nothings in the air around this other mutants and oh oh oh what sweet nothings they were. How kind it was for her to offer this lovely new home for Pix for Pix would be sure to treat her well for her... her what? Her new home? Castle? Oh no. this home would need a name much more godly to suit Petunia Gardener the self proclaimed goddess. I pyramid? No. This other mutant was the wrong shape. Too lumpy. What was godly and still lumpy? A MOUNTAIN!!
Mount Olympus!
Of course. This mutant would be Pix's lumpy Mount Olympus. IT WAS PURFECT!
“Get past THEM!”
Obviously Pix was daydreaming way more than she should have been about this mobile, lumpy, Mount Olympus, when said mobile, lumpy, Mount Olympus opened it's mouth and exhaled a swarm of flying insects at her. The little dragonfly was caught in the middle of the swarm of insects for a minute. Insects that stubbornly didn't listen to her as a roach slammed into her knocking her out of the air and the little thing flipped backwards, wings half haphazardly clattering to gain control over the air and her own insects replied feeding off her own anger because like obedient little mindless drones they did what they were told and the insect goddess told them to be agitated. At least something listened to her around here. Biting for now if they could reach skin past the clothing. Stingers waiting for the mental permission from their lady.
With a buzz, that turned into a frustrated growl, Pix turned herself back into her human form. Flipping one or two more times in the air and nearly hitting the ground when her wings clapped extra hard against the air, and she swooped back into the air. Welts appeared on her arms and her bare shoulders. She was naked only for a few seconds as shivered from the cold, and shook with anger, Her fists clenched so hard that the whites of her knuckles stuck out. the pores of her skin expanded allowing moths to crawl free from her body, and cling to her as a form of clothing. However she wasn't stopping with a simple layer of mothy modesty. She chose to take a moment to let the moths build in number as her wings buzzed and she sailed around the other mutant. Trying to make sure that she staid corralled one way or another. Pix was also careful to stay withing a certain distance of the insect queen, because if she got too far away, she'd loose control of her own subjects and to have them join the little queen, would just be a waste. Petunia could outnumber her, However She didn't know what would happen once the other mutant befriended her own subjects.
The other girl reacted by trying to resist Pix’s pushy nature, and despite her struggles, there was something in the air that made Pix more excited. More happy. In fact the air around Agnes that she breathed out was particularly pungent in happiness and distresses. Pix wouldn’t go as far as to say that it was euphoria but it had potential. If only Agnes would let her get inside and find it’s strength.
Even the cries from this girl to try to stop Pix were joyful. When Petunai leveled with the other bug girls face the other girl then managed to take a swing at Pix. She took a Swing at her!!! OH HALLLL NAWWW!!!!!!!
The insects at the ground, that could fly, took off at that point. They’d hold the other bug girl down if Petunia commanded them to because unlike the other insect mutant, they listened. They obeyed. And if the Queen didn’t listen to the Goddess, well royalty that didn’t listen to gods in the past paid. That’s how plagues were started. And Petunia was just the type to rain down pestilence on pestilence.
Once Pix darted around the swinging hand that had tried to get rid of her, she buzzed to Agnes’s right ear. Maybe there was a way in that way. “I Said let me in.” Pix tortled with a clap of her wings. “Your insides smell heavenly.”
Pix’s own insects went to the air. Those that couldn’t fly, were lifted by those that could, and in moments, they came up behind Agnes to try to weigh her down and slow her from her getting away. Just landing on Agnes and not attacking her to make her obey, though the obvious threat would overly obviously still be there between the bites of the bird spiders, and the stings of the scorpions.
Fly wings were still pretty. especially on another mutant who was so closely looking to Petunia Gardener. And when Petunia asked if the other mutant had other abilities, she was over joyed to see the result. Agnes might be worried that Petunia would be weirded out, Petunia was fasinated.
And might I add what enchanting breath this mutant had as well
As the flies flew out of Agnes's mouth, they brought with them them most delightful air around them out of Agnes's mouth. "What is it like inside you?"
Petunia didn't really wait for a response. If she didn't understand personal space before, she definitely wasn't following the unwritten guide lines for personal space now as she leaned forward to look as far in Agnes's mouth as possible. Left right up down what ever movement she had to do to follow the other girl's head.
Suddenly Petunia had an even better idea. She'd just find out for herself. She sucked in a mouth full of air, then squeezed her eyes shut as she forced herself to become tiny and turn into one of her bugs. A dragon fly. A small dragon fly seemed like it would surfice. and to speed the process of changing into a bug along, she pushed more flies, dung beetles, scorpions, spiders, and mosquitoes out of her skin as she shrank into her own little swarm. The lung full of air was suddenly supper concentrated as the pheromones hit Petunia ten fold. and in the middle of her own swarm, the scorpions and spiders having falling to the ground to scurry after Agnes's shadow and up her legs if they could managed to climb each other and reach her. The little dragon fly that was Pix, was zipping right for Agnes's mouth to try to see where her swarm lived.
So the other mutants wings were real. REALLY REAL!
And why did Pix feel in such a good mood from being board? Oh well. That wasn't important because... what was she talking about again?.. Bling maybe. Where was the bling? Pix liked shiny bling! no that wasn't it.... Wings! REAL WINGS! "That is just so cool!" Petunia floated a little closer. "You're not bothering me. I haven't met another mutant with insect wings like mine either." There was roach maybe, but there was something about this mutant that Petunia was finding much more interesting.
"Can you do anything other than fly?" because that would make things so much cooler. "Like I can make bugs. something like that?"
Petunia really wasn’t paying attention to where she was going. Being adult was fun in it’s own right. But she really didn’t understand adults. Maybe that was the problem because-
“Ohmigod!” Petunia heard the clap once or twice of the other mutant’s wings and she couldn’t help herself. The aimless rate that she had been traveling turned into a zip right up to the other insect winged mutant. Immediately she tried to circle around to her back or her side so that she could see the other mutant’s wings and still hovering so that the tips of her toes were dangling off of the ground. “I just love your wings! I just- OhMiGOD!” Petunia gushed.
“They’re real right?” Petunia tried grabbing for one of the wings for better examination as she hovered. Her body turned sideways slightly as her wings kept her aloft with a soft clatter. With an obvious no idea or care for another being’s personal space, if Petunia had been successful in grabbing one of Agnes’s wings, she only intended to hold the wing out and watch the light dance on it’s surface. Petunia had never had the chance to admire one this size from this angle before.
Well that was a set back. Petunia examined the damage from the paint splattering down on her. Her arm would wipe away quickly enough. Her hair on the other hand. Petunia’s lips pressed together in a pout as she tried to pick the gobby paint out only to have it squish between her fingers and slide away to soak back into her hair. A smile spread across her face and she removed a fine toothed comb from her snoopy purse. Oh yeah. Did I mention that most adults don’t carry snoopy purses?
She then started combing the paint into her hair so that it created lime green streaks. Fast work made her hair smooth out even with the washable paint and she realized that there was one thing missing. More colors. The object of her impromptu game was no longer if she could make her insects survive while catching the paint balls but if she could obliterate the paintballs with them. Survivors or no survivors. She was the insect goddess after all and she often demanded sacrifices.
Petunia carefully picked out an orange paint ball and a Purple paint ball. A smirk came across her face and she wondered if she could pulverize two paintballs at once. Petunia pulled the sling shot back. Two paintballs loaded and a small army of wasps gathered around her wrists fanning their wings so that a few renegade strands of Petunia’s hair floated in their light breeze dramatically. But not too much fanning of course. For lord forbid that she disturb too much of the long black hair that fell in a sheet over her shoulders. She would mess up the new look that she was attempting.
She then let paintballs fly straight up into the air again. The paintballs reached as high as they would go, then began to fall back to the ground. Petunia let them fall half way back to her before she through he wasp covered arm forward and they took off ready to kill themselves over her good fashion. The wasps spattered against the paintballs and little bits of paint, and wasp, rained down on the top of Petunia’s head again. Once again she began combing her hair making colored streaks in her long black hair. Now if she could just figure out why she was getting in a better and better mood today. It was almost the type of mood that munchies and some good ol’ holesome terrorizing was called for. Maybe Petunia was getting the hang of this grown up thing after all.
Petunia turned to her left aimlessly wandering and slowly felt the urge to…. To what? Punch something? Someone? Closer but no not quite. As a matter of fact she couldn’t put the feeling that she had to a definition. Right it was and oh that was better. Apparently adults turn right when wondering aimlessly, and that was the issue.
Flying was a faster way to aimlessly travel right, so Petunia took off. Her wings clapped into motion and she lifted off of her feet traveling at the speed of a light jog. Her multi colored hair of new awesomeness floated out around her shoulders.
Nicer mood
Nicer still
Only the type of happiness that lots of dark chocolate and drugs can give.
Petunia barely noticed that she was passing another mutant in the park.
Petunia Gardener was doing her best to act like a grown up, but lets face it. Her attention span wasn't one of a grown up's because grown ups were boring. For instance grown ups weren't supposed to wear nice cloths. At lest not nice in Petunia's definition. She'd broken one of the grown up laws by impulse buying a sling shot and a canister of paint balls with her favorite color combinations. Orange, purple and lime green. All of the secondary colors for those of the readers who pay attention to the color wheel.
The next thing that Petunia shouldn't have been doing, was using the said slingshot and the paint balls. Shooting joggers and dog walkers grew tiresome quickly and soon, Petunia found herself shooting the paint balls into the air, then sending her insects out to catch it before it smashed. to the ground. Or rather, she was sending her bugs out to their deaths. It seemed for a bug to intersect a paint ball, even one shot from just a sling shot, it needed to get in front of it, and have it smash into it. The result was to make it look like the paint balls exploded in mid air. In reality, Pix was forcing her bugs to kamikaze before them. Still there was a challenge there. Maybe with a few more insect deaths, Petunia would figure out how to make them survive as they caught the paint balls. Testingly, she pointed the slingshot straight up into the air above her head. The paint ball that she pulled back in the sling was lime green and matched her eyes for the moment that she let it little paint ball fly. It was slung straight up above her head and would have come right back down in her upturned face if it wasn't for a pair of dragon flies that she maneuvered to try to catch the paint ball.
For a moment, it was like time slowed down. Maybe she would acutally manage to catch the paint ball. The two dragon flies shot straight up, the paint ball fell straight down and splat. Maybe not. The two dragon flies fell with the bits of pain that rained down on Petunia's head as she ducked her face under her arm to shield it from the paint. Because for those would be paint ball players, paint doesn't taste good.
Oh what a wonderful party favor Petunia thought as she saw the Roach pull out a gun to persuade the style lacking gentleman to put on the dress. and what a wonderful aim he had as well. Her mouth watered as she eyed the pigeon that was shot and then fell onto a car windshield.
Flies crawled their way free from her skin and began to make their way over the the crashed car to swarm. That pigeon would be gone within minutes and then Petunia's insects would bring the meal back to her like the good little mindless minions that they were. Even the scorpions agreed with her that this type of meal was wonderful. I mean why wouldn't they agree. She told them to.
Petunia was just dabbing at expentant drool on her lips when Roach drew her attention back to the job at hand. "oh right." Petunia chose the Makeup of course and the man was going to be screaming perfect by the time she was done, I mean he was screaming now after all..... Ooops. Aw darn. Patunia really should have paid more attention to what she was doing at times like this. She'd grabbed the acid instead. "Oh well. My grandmother always said a little pain with a little beauty. A lot of pain should be a lot more helpful." Petunia announced and she kept dabbing.
My my my this gentleman that they were trying to help was grumpy. Why if Roach hadn't caught his hand before it had reached Petunia, she might have had to do something..... like lift of finger against him.... or worst. Scorpions dripped from Petunia's ankles and toes as Roach had held the man's hand. Halting him from escape and fighting back. Somewhere in the process that dreadful suit had done a disappearing act. Oh my. and petunia realized that in future fashion saving events of randomness, they might consider branching out into assisting with the fashion of proper undergarments. Oh well. Petunia and Roach will just have to work with what they can for now. They weren't fully experienced fashion miracle workers yet.... Were They?
When Roach let go of the gentleman's hand and turned to address his chest, the man turned to run only to find a tower of scorpions in his escape path. Petunia had them well controlled as they acted as one entity, balanced into a person tall tower of little pinchers stingers, legs and eyes that all pointed at the gentleman in his boxers.
Roach returned from his chest with a sundress and a hat, and petunia's wings buzzed as she flew a few feet back for better examination. "Tan?" She rubbed her chin in thought. "It could work." But instead of excepting what Roach had as the full outfit, she shot back towards the chest to rummage through it to find something else as an accessory. It only took her a few seconds to find a lime green feather boa with deep purple longer feathers poking out here and there. She perched on the edge of the chest, wrapped the boa around the Gentleman's neck. "What do you think?... It will look much better with the sundress on him too though."
Petunia let her eyes follow where roach was pointing, Letting her wings clap into motion so that she could be lifted off of the ground enough to properly look over his shoulder and along his arm the way a sniper might sight their gun. "Oh a fixer upper in deed." Petunia clucked to herself as she began building a small army of moths. They emerged through her skin, wing tips visible first, then crawling free and her skins pours snapped back into proper shape. "that man doesn't need just fashion help, but an intervention. That suit will have to go immediately."
Petunia's cloud of brown, grey, and tan moths followed the motion of her hand, Then flopped their way through the air, to across the street. "Sir. Siiirrrrrr." Pix cued as, with a clapping of her wings, she darted across the street, so as to catch the balding man before he could even think clearly enough to move his feet. Though the fact that he'd just been singled out by two bug mutants had him anchored to the spot fairly well. "Don't you know that this exact shade of black is completely absolutely 100% the wrong shade of black for your skin tone. Why you look pail.* She circled around the man's back hoovering at his shoulders as if to message them. Really she just grabbed the shoulders of the fabric of his suit and let her moths swarm where the seems held everything together.
For a moment, the man was frozen in place before his reality kicked in and he started batting at the moths in a panic, and trying to smack Petunia as well.
The day was unusually warm for the time of year. It was the perfect weather for a pair of bug mutants to go out for a stroll. Pix had knocked on the door of one of the other bug related mutants of the Sanctuary, and with little convincing, the two of them hit the town.
Petunia was dressed in a sun hat, a sun dress that allowed her dragon fly wings to be free moving around her back, and a scarf that stretched into loose knit sleeves down her arms. The color of the loose knit scarf that went down her arms was lime green with some decorations in stripes that matched her dress and today her wings reflected the colors too.
Now, Pix and her companion stood on the corner of a cross roads. Pedestrians whom dared to pass, gave the two of them a wide walk way but that didn't discourage the two mutant companions. In fact, it gave petunia a better view of their possible victims. A smile had been stretched across petunia's face but now she began to sing. "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts." Petunia motioned to a group of people who stood on the opposite side of the street. "There they are all standing in a row."
Growing up had never been a concept that Pix could grasp. As time passed, the idea of it became a sort of science and a challenge. I mean how is it that one grows up? Most people physically grew but Pix had never become tall. You couldn't actually grow up if you couldn't do it physically. Could you?
It wasn't till one day, when pix was reclining on her bed, that she came to a realization about her bugs. A few of her caterpillars were making cocoons. Later the caterpillars emerged into butterflies. The cycle of her bugs growing up with her age caught in one place went on and on until one day, Petunia Gardener decided that she was going to take her bugs' teachings and grow up too.
So Pix shifted herself into a caterpillar, like her bugs that had tought her how to grow up, and as that caterpillar, she inched her way into one of the walls of the Sanctuary. Once there, she cocooned herself a bed, and waited for growing up to happen.
Weeks turned into months. petunia lived off of the bugs that she created. They kept her stomach full and on the whim of her thoughts, took care of her. Kept her warm, moved her, cleaned her. Time moved past months and petunia repeatedly forced herself to loose track of time because that's what grown ups were supposed to do. Right?
It was over a year now, since Pix had gone missing from her bedroom, and she was sure that she was a grown up now. She'd spent so long as a caterpillar in a cocoon, that the time had to be long enough. Right?
Obediently, Pix's bugs carried her out of her wall, and into the room that had once been her room. Though with her no longer there, her things had been moved out and divided up long ago. Once in the middle of the room, Petunia began to grow. At first the cocoon tried to peek petunia from getting bigger, and her little bug face pressed against it because that was only natural and what a cocoon was supposed to do. Keep you little and you fight it. She'd watched her bugs do it millions of times. After a moment's struggle, a caterpillar emerged and grew, shifting back into pix the short little lady with dragon fly wings.
Pix stretched her wings and her arms. Bugs pulled their way loose from her skin and scurried to form a sort of suit over her body to keep her modest, and she looked around with her hands on her hips. Satisfied with her accomplishment. So this is what being a grown up was like.
The insect godess left the room and wondered down the hall till she stepped on an abandoned toy that squeaked. She stepped back, then stomped on the toy again giggling. repeating the stomping and the giggling till a terrible realization hit her.
Petunia turned as soon as she was on the park bench, while the larger roach continued talking, Petunia climbed to the top of the benches back rest. It may not take her to the height of being eye to eye level, but it was better than the extreme angle she had from the seat.
"You are an odd one... I like odd, though. I tend to eat things that are too normal for my intellectual tastes, as they tend to be quite appeasing to my physical tastes."
'The norms over rate their poor ideas of cannibalism.' Petunia sent the thought to the other cockroach that had apparently carried the conversation with the big one. Willing him to say something like before even though she didn't actually have control of him. communicating with him the way she simply willed her other bugs seemed to work just fine.
"What to do with you, though.... What to do..."
'I could give you a ride. I will give you a ride.' The hissing cockroach nodded at her idea. I shall give you a ride and at the same time ride you.'[/i] petunia's shell looked as though it were rippling, then the sections of her shell shifted, and she began to multiply as bugs crawled and wiggled free from her small body. The process was slow at first. The bugs became a mound large enough for Pix to shift to her human form and still hide in the center of it. Her human form was able to multiply the bugs faster and so larger beatles joined the smaller ones that had come from the roach form. More skin surface for the bugs to come from made the rate of the growing mound multiply. 'Tell me. Have you ever surfed? Would you like to learn how?'
To those whom I am in threads with. As many of you know, I am attempting to start a new job. I don't have a computer of my own right now and I barrow Ayesac's or my very wonderful room mate's computers a lot. There for my time on line is limited to the time that I have on someone else's Computer. My on line time is dedicated mostly to work. Within the next few weeks, I should be able to afford to get my laptop repaired. If things keep going well, I'll hopefully have a new computer and programs in a few months.
oh a scream and not just of fear, but of pain. Even from her fellow mutant, Petunia marveled in the sound. The rest of what was happening, Petunia wished she had a video camera for. Why the transformation was fascinating. Even if much of it was blocked from her by the vale.
Petunia turned into bugs all of the time. She had always liked the idea that she could do this, and would sit in movie theaters where there were movies of people turning into things, morphing is what the movie industry called it. only Petunia would critique how the special effects artists had done it. it was one thing to Morph into something first hand. It was a completely different thing to see it done.
Again, Fascinating.
What was left before petunia was a dinosaur the size of a chicken. All be it, much more rotten looking flesh, but petunia paid no attention to weather meat was rotten or ransid these days. To answer the true question. did all meats taste like chicken? This cute little thing was now the right size.
The chirp of confused anger made Petunia's smile widen and crease her cheeks. She reached out to grab the small thing by what would be the back of it's neck. Her bugs that she had made, just circled around the two of them as Petunia kept the insects swarming just in case the dino girl had other surprises.
