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 set the table while she heard the shower start. She hadn’t waited to divide her own meal from the bunch, shove a movie about happy cartoon horses into the TV, and started picking at her meal as she sat on her couch. Cross legged, she suddenly noticed that the horses had eye brows. Not that was disturbing.
The shower ended and a few moments later, the man could be heard asking for something else. Petunia paused weighing the value that he might have to her, against the stench and the possibility that he would definitely dirty her couch if she didn’t give him something clean. Or clean something for him… or both? “It’s not a problem,’ she called out, without letting her eyes leave the screen of her TV. “Just don’t step on the beetles, they might hurt your feet.” As she spoke two Hercules beetles that could easily be the length of her hand from palm to fingertips pushed open the door and hooked their horns into the cloths, then dragged them out. An army of aunts moved under the garments as well, to keep the dirt from gathering on her floor. The bugs slipped around a corner, cloths included, just before the water could be heard flowing into the washer.
Of course Petunia couldn’t leave a man standing naked in her bathroom as her washing machine scrubbed his cloths. What if she really had to go pee?
Two dragon flies with two feet wing spans flew sideways to squeeze into the door of the bath room. One with an overly large peach t-shirt. The other with a pair of sweat pants. The pants were stretchy, but they may look short on him, and they were covered with pictures of little blue ducks. “Do those help?” Petunia asked, not even sparing her eyes, from the wonderfully disturbing cartoon horses with eye brows.
The back room was wall to wall with various little cages. Several were lizards that had simply been dumped on zoo property by pet owners who decided that when the critters grew up, they were too much to handle. So now they were here, where zoologists had a chance to either shut them in the little closet, or to tote the critters around the zoo to use them to try and teach little kids about the critters as animal ambassadors. This included the live lizard food, that scurried around large aquariums that lined the walls at their feet, and a few twenty gallon tanks that housed mounds of crickets.
What was left of Bethany’s boy fried greeted them from behind the plastic of Bethany’s container. Right between a container that housed a bird spider and another, smaller tank, that was set up like a miniature marsh land with a beetle that was brined greed, it’s shell the size of Pix’s thumb. There were other things in there as well. Tiny millipedes circled the edge of a large rock, then above, at eye level there were a row of individual plastic containers that housed scorpions. At their feet, on the bug wall, was a long aquarium, housing hissingcockroaches.
Petunia let her hand dangle in Bethany’s aquarium and she slid off of her hand. Wrapping her many leg around Mr. X’s severed head. “Wanny help me with the feeding?” petunia asked as she snapped the lid shut and turned to address the white mice and the large bird eating spider… “Oh and I didn’t catch your name.”
Petunia couldn’t help but giggle at this girl’s expression. If only it were possible to put a camera inside her eye so that she could capture these sights and expressions every where she went.
Petunia lead the way into a building, past a group of kids huddled against a wall that had been converted into a 6 foot tall ant farm, when the ants suddenly started line dancing. Across the hall on the other side was a large turtle that just sort of stared at the end of a 6 foot long iguana’s tail… clearly the less exciting of the two exhibits all of a sudden.
Then into the back room that said employees only. Not that Iris really had a choice. Petunia had taken others back here. There hadn’t been too big of a problem yet….
"What's you're name again?"
“Petunia gardener.” Petunia said as the door to the back room was shut, and her right hand with Bethany wrapped around her wrist like a red coral bracelet, to shake Iris’s. “What’s and yours is?”
With Petunia’s hand forward, Bethany raised her head, with her antennas twitching forward over Petunia’s fingers.
“petunia nodded after the little home coming ritual where her bugs left the pheromone lines she had set up for them, and came back under her control. “it is.” She replied, standing up and gathering the bags to spread the food out on her long coffee table, in front of the couch. “And this is the couch.” Indicating the place where she was allowing his to sleep on.
" I hate to impose, but do you could think I could take a shower? I need one."
“No offence, but it would be more imposing if you didn’t.” Petunia was moving off into the back room, where the refrigerator was located, to get the plates and silverware. “The bathroom is to the right of the hall.”
Pix wasn’t sure exactly what would come from her offering her couch for a night. Again, she wasn’t looking for a relationship of any way. But who knows. He might come in handy later. He certainly had a talent.
“The room mates like crab wantons.” Pix said half way to herself as she lead the way home, that would be conveniently past a Chinese take put place. She still had to feed her troops that she had left in her apartment and all. Yes she kept flowers for many of them, and a select few were granted permission to take up cannibalism of their other little room mates, but it would be impolite not to properly feed her bugs.
They found the food cart, where after much mental debate and decision making only to decide Pix wanted to change Petunia’s mind repeatedly, the bug goddess was walking home with a small feast. Crab wantons (For her bug friends and her) General To’s Sweet and sour tofu stuff, fried rice. (With and extra carton also for her bugs.) BarBQ pork, and a bucked of steamed broccoli dripping with mugugie pan sauce. Yummy!
When they arrived at Petunia’s apartment, the place was clean. Spotless with her room mates scurrying in straight lines from the kitchen to the couch, and the bathroom when she walked in. Making an odd thought go between what should be disorder because of the bugs, and a Martha Stewart clean home, thanks to their work as well. Even though it was small, everything of Petunia’s had it’s place, from the folded blanket that was stretched perfectly parallel on Petunia’s couch, to the way the DVDs in the book shelf were perfectly balanced on their ends with exactly 1 and ¾ inches between each DVD case.
“Hey Poopsies” Petunia cooed as she knelt in the hall and her little friends swarmed to her. It was like SnowWhite singing with the birds, only these birds were insects and despite their clean outside, well…. Yeah…
(I hope I’m keeping my bug facts right here. There is actually a lot to actually remember. On threads that are more important to bug abilities, I do take the time to look things up.)
Petunia was throwing her small weight into Iris’s arm now that she had a hold of it. Pix wasn’t very big, herself, so she was practically leaning at a 45 degree angle as she haled on Iris’s arm to get the hesitant girl to walk a smidgen faster.
“Oh her boy friend did his thing, and now he’s lunch. You know. Bug mating and all.” Petunia spun around with an elated grin across her face. “Isn’t it fasinating!” Then she spun back around throwing her weight into iris’s arm again as she began dragging her off. “All that’s left are about half of his legs and his head. Funny she likes saving his head for last.”
Oh this one could talk fast….. with few pauses…. When given the challenge…. Of having a bug shoved in her face…. What nice…. Conversation….
“Oh how kind you are.” Pix said. She glanced at her wrist, where she could see her watch. It was about lunch time and the animals were only allowed to spend a certain amount of time outside in the hot sun. “Tell you what.” Petunia said as she let Bethany slide between her fingers to her left and her right reached to loop around the girls elbow.
“Bethany can go play with what’s left of her little boy friend in the back room, and if you want you could help me with the rest of my shift. Zoo goers always like helping me with my shift.”
Pix couldn’t help but laugh in her head at this girl. She really seemed like fun.
That famous slime creased across Petunia’s cheeks again as she looked up. The paws didn’t worry Pix too much and if she had known what it was about, with relationships, she might of picked this man up, and thrown him, because with her friends, she could do that. Pix didn’t need that weakness of a relationship. She didn’t want it, and if it ever occurred, her brother might share a room with a straight jacket clad house fly as pix would have herself voluntarily hospitalized so her brother could show her exactly why she didn’t need someone. The offer of her couch, was partially a face, and partially her actually sort of maybe feeling sorry for him. Thirdly it was her way of saying ‘Ha!’ to her mother who had always warned her against strange men. Pix could watch herself and if Petunia was in any danger from this man, Hell would hath no furry.
“you’ve already met one of my room mates.” Petunia motioned to the lady on the ground at the woman and her spider. “The other won’t mind because I will tell them not to mind. They can curl up I’m my sock drawer, but if someone decides to play a practical joke on you, and you wake up with cheese wiz on your head, it’s not my fault.”
Petunia watched, as Seizure rooted through the bag, leaving a few parcels and envelopes that he must not of found as interesting. “It’s been a pleasure to meeting you as well, Mr.”
She looked back at the spider she had left on the lady’s chest. The thing had it’s front of it’s body bowed, with it’s back side in the air, wagging fast, like a dog’s tail. Yeah. If she was as girly as most ladies, they would definitely know when she woke up no matter how far away they were.
"You never told me your name, though."
“Petunia.” Pix answered, as they began walking away. “If you need a place to stay, you’re welcomed to my couch. I could kick a few room mates out and make some space.”
Petunia nodded, and sat there, cross legged, on the bench while her M&M eating companion went to the edge of the light. Enjoying the show, even the part where her M&M eating companion started to Seizure, real or fake. She even let out a little giggle, though this had gone un noticed.
This M&M slurping man certainly was becoming more interesting. Wasn’t he. “you have quite a talent.” Petunia replied when all was said and done. She pushed herself away from the bench, and came to stand next to him. “Hold on.” She said reaching her right hand into her left sleeve, fishing around where her elbow was until she brought out a spider the size of a dinner plate. A bird spider to be exact. “There you go honey.” She soothed to the tricky friend she had just pulled from her sleeve. She dropped the thing on the ladie’s chest, careful to not stroke the hairs on the back of the spider’s abdomen. “We’ll know when she wakes up this way.”
The lady was hopping and circling around and Petunia was pacing back and forth on the balls of her feet. “Hey! You cant yell at her! Don’t you see she likes you? Bethany take it easy, she doesn’t mean it. Shame on you Miss! Don’t you know Bethany is sensitive, Hey watch those Squeals! Her ears are hurting her because of you!” ok so centipedes don’t exactly have ears but this was fun and on the inside while Petunia danced around, Pix was laughing like mad. Oh was beautiful noise this one made from the higher part of her voice box. Why her and the crunching boots of the one named Gore could start a Rock and/or Roll band!
Dancing around Iris, on the balls of her feet, Pix managed to not bump anyone too hard with the wings that were tucked under her uniform. Though they might of twitched against her back, in her excitement. By some miraculous occurrence, Bethany landed back in her out stretched hand.
"Now that was wild...."
“oh miss.” Pix crooned. “you, you, you, you hurt Bethany’s feelings.” Pix was on her tip toes so that her arms would better reach up to Iris’s face with little Bethany twined between her fingers. The centipede’s head dipped into the curves of it’s lets with the antenna’s twitching. “Just give Bethany a little pick on the forehead, she’ll perk right up. Honest. Here see?” Petunia braught the bug back down to her face and ran her tongue over Bethany’s spine like body, making Bethany arch like a cat, then looked up at iris, with those big buggy eyes as Pix shoved Bethany back up in Iris’s face.
Pix took a moment, then nodded. “You shouldn’t be the one who has to hide.” Petunia’s words had gone from having the younger innocent feel, to low, and slow said words. “you see, it’s them that owe us, because we are the one’s a head of them as we are the ones who let their existence continue.”
Pix leaned back against the back of the park bench. Letting her feet dangle back and forth since, if she scooted all of the way back on the seat, they could no longer touch the ground. “I’m my own group.” Pix informed him. Witch when Pix stood alone, was very true. One was many. “There are three groups. One is a group of human huggers. A lot like tree huggers but more pathetic because, if you saw the camp break out, you would see they kill just as often as everyone else. Sure some are straight up human protectors, but if you ask me, many are tainted by hypocrites. The other two groups aren’t so human friendly. One works for mutant domination over humans. The other works for just plane domination, and they give nice pay checks.”
Back where Pix had first been plying on the park benches, one of the kids, with wobbly hands was still twisting left and right, as he worked to keep his balance. His foot turned wrong, he ankle twisted, and he fell off the bench, Immediately crying out when he skinned his knees. Ok so skinning your knees weren’t good, but it ended the show in the distance for pix… Perhaps she should try something worst next time…
The sight of the game ending for today, made her eyes tighten as she realized that fun would be over. However when her gave returned to the man she had offered the candy to, her expression was pleasant again.
"So, here's a great icebreaker. I'm a mutant and I think you might be one too."
Petunia bent low, as a brave little three year old came up and stretched his little pudgy hand out to touch the pretty little red body… if you could call that body little. It was several inches long and the width of Pix’s thin wrist. The little boy ran his fingers down the bug’s long spine like body, squealed and turned. Scrambling back to his mother with happy frantic, sticky, waving fingers. “Momma, Momma. Ya’ See!? Ya’ See!?”
Pix smiled at the mother, who had suddenly turned an odd shade of grew when the centipede pix was holding snaked it’s body the other way down her wrist, as her other hand gave the mother a little flirty finger wave.
Another lady came into view. Someone with very itch skin. Pix grinned, making her smooth cheeks crease deep with the show of her even white teeth. She brought the big bug up to her face and kissed the back of the beautiful red creature’s head. What lovely creature she held here. “Look Bethany,” She crooned to the Centipede. “you have another visitor, yes you do, you sweet little thing.” Normal speech slipped into baby talk making the parent with the white face and the insistent little boy turn, and walk as fast as she could away, without running.
Big bugs were rare for Pix. And extra special when she made them pets. Yes she could turn little to give her beloved little buddies kisses but it was few times that she didn’t have to do extra work to show her friends the affection they deserved.
Pix moved the beloved creature forward, that now lifted the front of it’s body sections in a little arch, greeting the new lady with 10 of it’s little legs waving in a motion that resembled raising the roof. “Would you like to pet Bethany?”
Without warning, Bethany’s body shot forward like a spring, aiming to land smack dabe in the middle of the front of Iris’s shirt. "Bethany, No! Bad Bethany!"
Pix’s mouth twitched as he shoved and slurped up the chocolate. He did have odd manners… didn’t he…. Pix lifted one shoulder in a shrug. Then proceeded to cram a fist full of candy in her mouth at once, in a way that was, in her head, a much more dignified way of eating such a delicacy as M&Ms. Though some how there was a chocolate mustache that had managed to form across the left side of Petunia’s lip.
She licked at her lip, only making it worst, before the mess started to get better. Melt in your mouth not on your hand… Ha! Why did things always have to be proven wrong around Pix?
"Do you live around here? I'm in permanent temporary housing, at the moment."
Petunia nodded as she used her thumb to rub her upper lip free from the chocolate. “I love in my own apartment, with room mates that run in and out all day. It’s about three blocks from here.”
