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.
Petunia wasn’t petunia today. Today Petunia was a mighty dragon watching her friends joust with large giant robotic beasts of the future that held giant humans inside them as hostages. Petunia and her friends job was to free the giant humans from the clutches of such evil creatures…. Ok what was actually going on that Petunia was in her dragon fly form and she was having her bee and wasp friends play chicken with car wind shields. Still really entertaining. All the while She was singing in her high piched buggy voice.
“I’m bringing home a baby bumble bee.”
Petunia darted straight up as a car creamed and splotted two of her stinger wielding buddies. The guy behind the wheel put on the winsh shield wipers smearing bug juice even farther.
“Wont My Mommy Be so proud of me.”
Splot, Splot.
“I’m bringing home a baby bumble Bee.”
Splot, Splot, Splot, Slpat!
“Ouch, In stung me.”
A group of five honey bees turned themselves into bee cream against the front of an SUV. The driver scrambled with the wheel, turning. The breaks squealed and lights flashed. The passenger girl looked sea sick as the SUV jumped the curb them bumped back onto the road. Wind shield wiper fluid squirted off to the side, completely missing where the bees had won their game of chicken. GO BEES! Too bad there can be no replays when you win such a game. Life sucks that way sometimes.
Well enough practice for the race. It wasn’t like Pix had a problem dodging traffic. She was of course smarter than the average dragonfly, and put that together with the natural speed, plus the swarm she would be summoning to tilt things in her favor, well…. Lets just say Pix felt confident that some money would be won under the proud Petunia Gardener name. Time to fry some bigger fish.
Ok. So now about that race. Petunia darted home, where she filled herself with left over macaroni and cheese, topped with a honey, mustard and peanut butter sandwich to be sure she’d have enough energy to create her comatose fliers. Then she prepared a bag that was light enough for one of the large dragonflies, that Hades had cloned for her, could fly. Dressing in light cloths that flowed like air across her skin, and wouldn’t wrinkle when they were wadded up and stuffed into the bag. A nice silky pair of pants, and a lime green silky shirt.
Getting into the races weren’t all that hard. No one stopped you when you were a bug. Bugs don’t count. Once inside, she buzzed to a side to turn human so she could place her bet. So… Where was she to place things again?
Smartest thing to do when looking to do something, was to follow someone who looked like they knew what they were doing. Lucky for Petunia, Pix spotted two. A pair of red heads. So she followed them to some Odiferous, individual named Mikey.
(Apologies for my delay in replying. Was too tired the last few days to think.)
Petunia fround as her mosquitoes were popping like little red zits. Yeah she had emptied this guy from part of his blood, but she had intended on eating her minions and in the process eating him. Plus the venum on her spider seemed to have no effect once he came apart. Although the screams that were heard before that, were entertaining. So maybe the disappointment and the entertainment balanced eachother out. Now for the taking care of getting her stomach filled. Then one self started attacking the other self. Entertaining as well as literat and full of meaning if examined by professors of literature, or film. But still not enough to make Pix forget her hunger, or the fact that it was her being attacked. The man, men what ever, should be bowing and asking for mercy from her.
"Pardon me miss. I am sorry for how my... brother... here behaved a moment ago. I tried to get him to stop but the idiot wouldn't listen."
Ok, so there was one bow, but there was no pleading. Pix liked the respect, however respect should have come anyways.
"WHAT THE HELL! Who in the bloody 'ell are you callin a bloody idiot! I was just lookin for a bit o fun. But noooo she had to spit a damn spider at my face. If you would have just bloody told me you were a mutie I'd have left you bloody alone."
“Bloody is a funny word for the moment.” Pix said. Making her thoughts be voiced as she examined a one of her beetles that had been being used as a decoration. She sniffed the Tiger beetle, then bit into it like an animal cracker, chewing the side with the head, while the other twitched between her fingers. Her response to the acusation of her not telling the guy she was the mutant? Well it wasn’t really a response as much as a statement. “I’m still hungry.” She said as little bit’s of beetle were still between her teeth.
Chew, chew, chew
"Be that as it may you have no right what so ever of attacking anyone be they human or mutant. I really do wish you would stop with the nonsense I do offer my utmost deepest apology."
“Be that as you may,” Petunia shook the bottom half of the dead tiger beetle at him, moving the half that was in her mouth to the side of her cheek so she could talk. “I still say the food on your face… Faces, looks tasty.”
He had asked her if he had a prayer, but why would she need a prayer if she saw herself as such a power? Petunia’s jaw dropped but her lips were pressed together. Pulling her tongue to the back of her throat.
At his first movement forward. Petunia’s wings burst into motion, making her spin as they clattered and clapped into a hum. Spinning to the right, she tried to grab for his rist that head the knife. Pushing her body away from that arm, while she leaned closer to him and her mouth opened.
“Blahtuey” Petunia tried to lean close enough to spit out spider with a body like an hour glass, at his face. (Black widow spider. Highly poisonis.) aiming to have the spider land on his chin, or collar bone near his neck. Mean while the mosquitoes that had wiggled free from under Petunia’s skin, burst forward as well, Swarming the other mutant’s face and anywhere they could find a drink. A few might of gone for his eyes. (Up to you.)
Petunia let her chin tilt down, as her eyes continued to be big. Looking up at the man as he pulled a knife, and undid his coat revealing two mismatch wings. Well that was interesting. “Do you have trouble turning to one side or something? Because one of wings needs a lot more pruning. Personally I say just pluck everything off. Membranes are much easier to care for. Better too.” Petunia continued backing up until she reached the dead end of the alley way. A dumpster was just to her right full of little friends.
"If there is anything you do not want destroyed or covered in your own blood I suggest you remove it now. I mean honestly it isn't going to matter since most likely you are going to be dead when I leave this alley."
Pix pressed petunia’s lips together as she acted as if she was thinking. “Hold on a minute.” She removed her silk coat keeping her dragon fly wing bressed close to her back and working to conceal them from his view, until time was right. “I suppose everything is going in this thing.” She said lifting the lid and dropping the coat inside. Out of view, there was a loud buzzing inside the industrial sized trash can. Something pulled her coat inside and out of her hands. Inside the trash can, her coat had been folded neatly and she slammed the lid. Making the flies buzz again, and exit the trash can. The bugs spread through the alley way. Slowly, under her greed dress, Pix was beginning to let more friends that were mosquitoes, wiggle free from her skin, and lay in wait for her orders.
Inward, Pix was smiling at herself. Out word Petunia tilted her head. The man should be concerning, but if normality on the human streets were normal, (Ha! Normality, that’s a funny word.) the man was nothing really. Even most mutants where before her on the food chain. Speaking of which, her stomach growled.
She got closer, and moved to the right, only to have him walking directly in front of her. Making her feet come to a halt to keep her from walking into him. Petunia leaned back on her heals to look up at the man. Close up, her face looked much yonger than she was. Giving her a image of a 15 year old, or younger, where a 24 year old should have stared at him. Pix let Petunia’s eyes get as wide as chicken eggs, and her mouth relaxed into an O shape.
When the man spoke, Pix knew what he was talking about, but she liked to play stupid. Things were made so much easier when you played stupid. People picked up after you, and if you stumble across a cute stupidly cute guy, and pretend not to know how to shovel a sidewalk, the results were good views with no work.
“Of course M’Dear.” Pix crooned. Letting her voice sound soft and smooth as silk. “I know what you mean by messes, I hate making them in public.” She slowly began walking backwards into the alley way. One of the beetles perched on the back of her head, would tell her if there was something behind her.
As she backed up, her head tilted the other way and she pointed at the man who had stopped her. “You’ve got food all over your face.” She pursed her lips before continuing. “It looks Yummy.”
Petunia was having a night on the down. Humans weren’t good for a lot, but at least they could serve food that was decent, and sew cloths that passed for fashion. She smirked down at herself staring at her stacked heals, fish net stockings, a green dress that shimmered when she walked, and her long silk over coat, that flowed like liquid smoke to cover her dragon fly wings.
She wasn’t alone. Petunia had her friends. The minions that she could make when ever she wanted. Bugs.
Instead of using gem stones, or pins, Petunia was adorned in various emerald green tiger beetles, that sat like barrettes in her hair, and held a scarf around her neck. Now, what else could she do tonight? Pix would have to find out as she walked down the street.
“It was… is… I mean was…” The dragonfly, that petunia had crumbled, twitched it’s wings. Then it’s little legs wiggled as it tried to untangle it’s self from the crumbled ball.
Petunia’s smile turned in a snap to a grimas. She yanked the cage where she had thrown the dragonfly, away from the wall, and her fist came down. Finishing Zip… No not Zip… Finishing her minion off. “There. Now it’s was.” She whipped Zippy minion residue off of her hand, onto a napkin, and carefully returned the cage to it’s rightful place.
Turning, pix’s face snapped back to it’s bright smile. “Come bye any times.”
Petunia lifted her head as Iris was edging away. Her head tilted taking a step forward to follow, and keep the distance between them the same. A smile formed across her face. Wiping away the any notion of a different emotion with the tugging of her hair behind her ear.
“Oh no.” Petunia said. “But if you must. You’ll come visit again right?” Petunia’s face was creased again. “That wasn’t Zip you know. It was just a copy. It was his twin.”
Petunia smile dulled as she looked at the dragonfly that was on her finger. The smile that was across her face, softened as she held the little her finger out. The little blue dragonfly perched on her finger time. It fanned it’s wings once and petunia blinked.
It was one of her first forms that the had figured out how to become. She was holding something that she was. A copy of a friend that she once had, back in her garden, when she was little and the times with her brother were still happy. Zip was beautiful close up. Just like his copy that Petunia could hold, and his copy that Petunia could become.
For a moment, Petunia slipped into her old days. Zip on her finger, perched there like a pet bird. Right hand moving over the dragonfly, at first as if to pet it, but her brow wrinkled, when she saw the size of her hand. The few scares she had from rose bushes and garden shears. This wasn’t Zip. Zip wasn’t around anymore so what she did, in fooling herself, was wrong.
Her fingers pinched closed over the dragonfly’s body. There was a twist of her fingers and little critter was broken into two. Then crumbled like a loose piece of paper, and tossed into the closest cage. She turned to lean against the counter, combing her fingers through her hair.
Petunia watched him carefully over her plate full of Crab wontons, and egg rolls. She had to respect this individual, even if she did feel she could manipulate some of his actions… some how. Right?
She shook the thought from her mind, when she say the large poster being unraveled from it’s self. So to speak. Petunia’s head tilted sideways as she looked at the poster. Crab wonton still being chewed in her mouth. It was an amazing image.
She leaned forward to put her plate down, as she finished the rest of the food in her mouth. Marveling at the care and time, someone had put into something so small, something she knew most people would over look. It was odd in this way. Seeing the detail, someone put in, that she normally only saw when she was a bug herself.
" There are no coincidences, my friend. This must be for you."
Her right side of her lips curved up. “Indead.” And she reached up to take the print. This would have to be put in a special place.
"You don't find any of this the least bit creepy, do you?"
Petunia blinked and the smile that had been so tight across her cheeks from her sheer enjoyments, softened. “Creepy? Why would I find them creepy?” While Petunia had always enjoyed what her insects did, psychologically, to others, she had never thought of herself being creeped out. Then again, maybe she would be creeped out because of fear, if she were ever to loose control of them. However she had only ever lost control once, and that wasn’t big, the bugs she had been using at the time where ants and bees. Both of itch follow pheromone trains of those that cross before them working off their instincts. None had attacked her because none had left pheromones that indicated to the others that she was a threat. Instead, she still had her own pheromones that made them think of her as a queen. So she had been treated as an insect queen. Still it was a thought. Could she be creeped out if she were to loose control while handling something more deadly than ants and Bees?
Those were sertinly thoughts she should explore later, but for now she should answer Iris’s question. “To me, they are just like society. The insects. They have their worker who worship higher powers, (Ants and Bees) their lovers quorels, (Bethany and her boy friend) they have the slobs that live off of others. (The roaches) and then there are the predators.” Petunia’s eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment as her shance wavered. Oh yes the predators. That same smile creased across her face, as she sceeped up one of the mice with a card board box, then dropped the box one a cussion of ground cover in Tobby’s large aquarium. The spider dove off of the side of the cage as Petunia closed the lid and pushed him back in the row, and hid his hunt from sight. “Like us they have needs, the bare basics are food, air, water, and a place to deposit what their body doesn’t use. And if they feel they need to, they lash out. I have no fear for something so close to myself. I fear those around me with the power, and reason, to lash back at me. They don’t have reason, it’s everyone else.”
"What- I mean, who is your favorite?"
“Zip.” Well the things full name was Zippy-Doodle the second, but the full names seemed to bother Iris. Wow… Pix avoiding saying something because it might annoy people. Someone put that in a calendar. She’ll just have to make up for that.
Something on her back, under her camp uniform twitched as she thought, then scratched the back of her head. “Yeah I think Zip. May he rest in peace.” The smile widened and her hand stopped scratching. “Here you can meet a distant twin of his.” Her scratching hand extended from the back of her head, and there was a dragon fly perched on the tip of her finger.
“Oh too bad. I think you would get along great with them. They are a lot like me.”
"Tobby-Twitter-Fluff??"
“Wow. This room seems to have some odd echoes when I bring people back here. Must be the acoustics with all the cages and aquariums.”
"Hehe.... yeah. Sorry, I'm not available. Um.... that- I mean, 'he', is going to eat those??"
“No silly.” Petunia strolled the cage of mice. She wanted to stroke Tobby but spider hair was an irritant and could dislodge leaving her little friend’s bottom bald. “He’s only going to eat on of the mice, and technically he slurps them. You know. Like this.” Petunia made a slurping sound as if she was trying to suck the last of a slurpy out of an imaginary glass and through a very thin straw.
“Iris.” Petunia mulled the name information around in her head. “Oh that’s funny. I’m Petunia Gardener and you’re Iris. I don’t suppose you’ve met anyone by the names of Daisy Flats, or Rose Wilburn.” The names really weren’t that important, but Petunia just had to ask.
"Feeding? Feeding what?"
“You mean who, silly.” Petunia said as she lifted the lid to the bird spider’s container, purposely not demonstrating the normal precautions that zookeepers normally take to make sure the animals don’t get away. “This is Tobby-Twitter-Fluff. Tobby for short.”
The roaches at Iris’s feet started making sound and Pix couldn’t help but smile wider. “You know some people believe that they make that sound when mating. Maybe they like you.”
Petunia set the lid to Tobby’s container to the side, and Tobby slowly moved to the edge of the top, each of his eight legs taking it’s own turn, inch by inch. If he hadn’t been holding his legs at different directions to get over the glass, and had been on a flat surface, his large, six inch long body could stretch it’s legs long enough to cover a large dinner plate.
Petunia smirked at the comment about her Ducky PJs. It was good he didn’t mind missing out on hot pink, lactating, cow PJs because those are Pix’s favorite. Plus the only ones that matched her slippers. And about watching horse cartoons. PIX LIKED PRITTY HORSIES! Call it a bug thing. Same with gardening. Again, call it a bug thing.
The thing about going to the mansion, again, it shouldn’t of surprised Pix. “It’s your decision.” She said after a pause of taking in that information and slurping up one of the noodles from her plate. “It is important to learn your limits.” Even if Petunia wasn’t thrilled about the place or people he had chosen to learn with, as far as she knew, they seemed like the best to learn with. She hadn’t experienced much in the city though. So it was hard to judge. Plus look who was thinking. She didn’t really choose a group yet. Not that she was really looking.
"Fantastic. How did you know I like little blue ducks?"
Petunia shrugged as she now looked up. A small smirk across her face. “It’s the only thing in my closet I thought would fit you. Well it was that or hot pink cows…. Would you rather have the hot pink cow one?”
"What are you watching?"
“Spirit, stallion of the Cimarron. “ Pix answered as she pushed a plate across the coffee table in seizure’s direction. It was amazing how well this one seemed to be taking the bugs. Funny.
