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.
"Where did you learn such grace? Are you an acrobat or dancer?"
“I got those merit badges way back when I was 12 in girl scouts.” Pix blinked again. Why where else would you learn skills? The girl scouts were great. Little girls hyped up on sugar, as they go camping, tie knots around this older brother of one of Petunia’s troop members named James, and all those fund raisers that taught Pix how to talk to people. Teaching her exactly what power the fraise girl scout cookies held over her neighbors. Mmmmm…. Power…
Ok so the girl scouts weren’t the answer for everything, and definitely not this question, but it seemed to make a good explanation for what ever questions she didn’t want to answer.
" I'd love some, thanks. "
Pix’s lips were still pressed together, but after a few breaths of air, she dumped a hand full of candy in the man’s out stretched hand. Her own table cloth, skirt, would just have to do for both of them.
A whistle? Petunia turned in the direction, blinking, as her body had seemed to twirl in place, making her long coat flare out around her. She took a sideways step, where there was no bench, and dropped lightly back onto her feet next to the park bench. There where a group of three children off, behind her, that had started their own balancing routine on another park bench. Her goals had been finished. A smile creased the right side of her cheeks as she made her way over to the whistle guy.
Petunia tilted her head, as she sat down on bench next to him. “you need any help sir?” Meanwhile she busied herself with her hands in her lap. Smoothing the fabric of her skirt over her knees so that it looked like a table cloth over her legs. Good Impromptu for an actual table cloth because one just can’t eat without the presence of a table cloth.
From her pocket she pulled out a bag of M&Ms. That’s right M&Ms, because candy is food, and food needs some sort of table cloth to be properly enjoyed. “What some?” Pix offered her bag but… Oh wait. This guy didn’t have a table cloth. She still held the bag out but the knowledge of the absence of his table cloth made her lips press together.
Petunia Gardener was enjoying herself tonight. The sun was setting, making the building case deep shadows across the grass, while rays of color and light spread across the windows, to reflect against the moist leaves of the trees. There had been a warm rain earlier in the afternoon, and droplets of water, still glistened on the tips of leaves in the tall trees. Millions of little miniature prisms, scattered dots of color across in the boring shadows of green.
Petunia was balanced on the back rest of a park bench. Her arms were out stretched to either side and she put one foot in front of the other, on the top of the bar. She reached the end of the first bench, and hopped to the back of the next. A long, black, light fabriced, coat was draped over her back hiding her main mutation.
Why walk on the backs of park benches like they are balance beams? Well…. Why not? It seems like a good idea, Petunia had wings so there was no way that she would fall on her back side, and little kids would see what she was doing and want to copy. Little kids of the norms, don’t have wings, their parents are distractible, and if one just happens to crack their head open while playing copycat, with pix? Well, that’s jut called survival of the fittest.
Petunia was enjoying herself as much as a pixy, high on honey, and surrounded by swirling tie dye T-shirt colors. She loved her work. Yes she loved it. It was one of the few things she believed she might love enough to die for. It was a Zoo. Really, not an analogy but a Zoo!
Petunia was at home in the large park. Things people called animals were caged and the animals that pretended to be what was in the cages ran rampant through the park, poking at enclosures, and pulling tails of people dressed up in those ridiculous suits to make them look like animals too.
Pix was in the middle of everything, holding a centipede the size and color of a thick coral necklace. It never ceased to amaze her what this creature she held could do with it’s presence. The man next to her held a boa constrictor and he lowered it so that a four year old could feel it’s tail. The snake was practically being bombarded by children, pushing and shoving just to get closer, Pix only had three children brave enough to touch her little friend, and if she were to hold a hissingcockroach, she remembered that there would be none. Yet what she held was only a fraction of the snake’s size. Fasinating.
For several months now, there have been reports of an odd feline, creature fleeing the scenes of missing wallets, restaurants, and crying babies. No one could get an accurate picture of our SpiderCat until recently when a feline creature and her partner MonkeyWolf, were registered at the mutant camps.
*A tiny 2 by 2 inch image displayed the silhouettes of several camp guards holding onto a feline mutant at the side of the page. Her mouth wide open and looking menacing as a sort of sparks and light came from something on her wrist.*
I don’t know about you readers, but, personally, I would hate to be caught in that bite. Especially from a mutant who is obviously as unsure of what she is about as this one. How do we know her head isn’t on straight? Well let me tell you lovely readers. The camps made a community service program in witch the camp residents were to work. During said event, a near by apartment building caught on fire. Yes my lovely readers, that’s right, fire.
*Off to the right side of the page is a picture of a wolfed out Ted and a familiar looking Sara climbing the side of the brick wall with a capture. “SpiderCat and her trusty sidekick MoneyWolf. Saving the day?”*
Sources tell us that this building went up in flames due to faulty wiring in the basement. Now folks, how stupid do you think this source thinks you readers are? Electrical problems are a common event leading to burning buildings but haven’t we seen such mutants with electrical powers walking the streets? And how convenient is it that this building just happens to catch fire, not twenty feet away from where our beloved SpiderCat and MonkeyWolf are performing their community service. Let me hear you say it. ‘Conspiracy!’
That’s right. The flaming building in question was nothing more than a way for the mutant population to make them selves look good. Why else would a cat, of all the worlds creatures, choose to help someone she proffered to feed on, let alone, choose to work with a wolf. If that isn’t proof enough for you, take a closer look at the wolf. Many of you should recognize him from the news several months prier to the camps, running a muck in the city.
Both of the animals in question were seen, with other mutants entering the building. SpiderCat had done a much better acting job than MoneyWolf as SpiderCat entered the building several times and MonkeyWolf only entered once, laying down, off to the side after his single trip of grabbing shrieking children.
*Yet another picture was seen to the right of the page, of a small child screaming and pulling Sara’s fur, as Sara’s mouth was twisted, wide, open in the most awkward fashion. Right over a picture of a collapsed Ted just before he had turned human.*
While MonkeyWolf took a nap rather than continue to help, or to be questioned, the little girl, seen to the right of the page, was quick to comment that she feared for her life. Without any more, coaxing, persuasions, or threats involving killer bees, the child went on about how demanding the feline was, and how fast those jaws, let alone the rest of the cat, really could move.
Once again this reporter must remind her readers, these acts of heroism came to no harm or cost of the mutants doing the hero work. These acts of hearoism came with the danger to our city, the danger to our children, and the damage to a building that was a place called home for 8 families. Instead these freaks take the chance to look good while threatening our beloved families of this city. Mutants are dangerous, they are a menace, and their crimes, no matter how good they want to make themselves look, will come to an end.
From this bug eyed writer, to the citizens of New York. Watch your backs.
Pix’s smile widened even more at the thought of zoo entertainment. Making the creases in her cheeks grow even deeper. “I could provide us with some entertainment here and how.” There was something evil in her eye as she spoke.
She casually lifted the paom of her hand and a large bird spider sprouted from under her skin. Coming into the open air legs first, then wiggling and the head appeared, with the thick body following. It shook it’s self free and Pix’s skin snapped back to it’s normal state. The spider scurried down her arm, hopped to her leg, then hopped to the ground where it began scurrying after a four year old who was still protesting about having to leave the play ground.
The spider was the size of a dinner plate when it spread it’s legs. It’s upper body dipped down and it’s abdomin stuck in the air waving like a puppies tail just out of the child’s reach.
“Mommy, Mommy look.”
“Honey we’re in a hurry and I don’t have time to-“ Mommy looked anyways….
Petunia’s lips pursed together as the Streak went on. “I suppose friends are good.” For most people. Again Pix thought back about how close her brother had once been to her. How close she had been to him until he started attacking her in sick game of sibling rivalry.
“You’re not the only one who doesn’t trust the norms.” Petunia talked with a lower voice despite her short child like height. Almost a grumble. “You’ve only got scars to explain, not wings fur, of tentacles growing out from the middle of your forehead. Companied to many, your coffee cup is still half full, even if you don’t drink coffee.” No Pix would not get off of that subject. Why wouldn’t someone not like coffee? His mutation just must have changed his taste buds. Yeah that had to be it.
“I work at the zoo.” Petunia smirked. “The kiddies there are entirely too entertaining for me.” A smile spread across the smaller mutant’s face, creasing her cheeks. “and they think roaches are scary. You’d be surprised how fast one roaches can clear a room and one snake gets crowded with children and sticky hands.”
"That's pretty cool. So, it seems like everything is up in the air for ya."
“That’s the way I always play it.” Pix’s dangling earrings wiggled as she nodded her head. Ok so Streak had asked a lot of questions and Pix had been nice enough to provide nice, lovely, polite answers. It was time for some return information.
“What about yourself?” Petunia tilted her head. “What have you been up to since the break out other than healing?”
Petunia shrigged. “nice to meet your acquaintance as well.”
"Don't worry, I don't drink coffee. It's to bitter for me."
Petunia smirked at Streak let the last part of that silvery stuff disappear so that he looked bring. “That’s exactly what someone who wanted to steal my coffee for themselves would say.” She said between scooping up the rest of the whipped cream off of the tip with her finger. “How can you not like coffee. The bitterness disappears with cinnamon, and you don’t get it at all if you buy the expensive stuff.” Pix smirked. “What are you, one of those health nut peoples?”
, "So, are you just planning on living here in the area or are you going to join like the x-men or the order or something? What do you like to do?"
“Normally I don’t like talking to health nuts who are anti coffee.” The smirk was still on Petunia’s face. Even if she was serious she sounded light hearted. “If I’m ment to join a group then it will happen. I’ll figure out my own fun on the way.”
"After the doctors at the Lab fixed me up I went to the mansion and have been helping fix the place up."
Pix sighed, resisting the urge to shake her head. Ok so this was a working type mutant, guy, who apparently liked the do gooder side. Pix couldn’t see the good points to being so… … … good.
"I want to thank you for your help back there with Emerald. You really helped out, especially when I was weak and wasn't quite sure what what to say."
Petunia shrugged. “to be honest, it probably won’t happen again.” Pix didn’t help people unless she saw things to gain. The resistence had provided extra protection and information. Pix had agreed to go in, in return for that and she helped Emerald and Streak because they perked her curiosity. They were lucky that way.
"You obviously don't know me. I'm Streak."
She took his hand and returned the shake. Sure to protectively shift her coffee to the other hand. “That explains why I recognize your voice. Petunia Gardener.” Petunia replied to Streak. That’s right. She had a flowery name. “Or just call me Pix.”
Petunia’s gaze shifted up to the figure that was approaching her. But he wasn’t as interesting as a four year old with a lower lip that poked out and quivered as mom gathered him up, and he tried desperately to drag mom back to the swings. Parents. They always held you back from what you wanted to do. Of course not Petunia’s parents. Pix had made sure of that.
The exercise fanatic’s closing proximaty drew her attention back to him as the pouting kid was finally walking with his arms crossed right behind his mother. Pix dipped her finger back into the whipped cream and licked it off.
"How's it goin' gal? Mind if I sit down?"
Was he kidding? If pix had wanted company she would simply have it. She would have dragged her brother from his room, and signed all his paper work to let his have a day out. She wouldn’t be talking to strangers, Though his voice did sound familiar, and that is what kept Pix from slipping a scorpion on the seat of the bench just before he sat down next to Petunia. “It’s goin’.” Petunia replied with a one shoulder shrug.
"What've you been up to since the break out?"
He was at the break out? Well that would explain the way he moved. He looked like something about him wasn’t as comfortable as he could be. “flee circuses. You?”
Coffee was great. I mean really, really great. Everything about coffee was about the best things in the world, except for the taste. Pix loved coffee, but when she drank it, she had to add a bunch of sugar, cinnamon, Carmel, milk, marshmallows, and chocolate, to improve it’s bland, bitter taste. Not that she was complaining, because the abundance of sugar improved the Buzz she felt in her body, when ever she drank that wonderful beverage.
The sun was setting on the other side of the tall buildings. So tall shadows stretched across the ground and beams of light streaked the sides of opposite facing brick walls. Moms and Dads were gathering their children to head home, as a group of men in long brown dirty coats looked for a place to settle for the night. Last time Pix had been here, she had run into a talking white rabbit.
Pix was sitting on a bench, with a large, card board coffee cup cradled between her hands. She shifted the cup so that she could dip a finger into the whipped cream that had been melting over the tip of her glass. Mmmm… whip cream was another must for coffee. Licking her finger tips clean, Pix’s green eyes flicked right and left, looking for something interesting to do.
The bug girl exited the vehicle. This time completely bug free with the exception of the large dragon fly wings that poked out her back. Despite the fact she could smell smoke, and instantly became envious of who ever created the chaos while she was away, the damp air made her shiver. Her first stop was the room that she had been given, by the friends of the talking white rabbit, where she pulled on a thick, fluffy, over sized, hot pink and lime green coat, then she proceeded to the infirmary to see who had survived. Officially she was probably suppose to stay out of the doctors ways, but they would be busy and her generally seeing what was going on would, most definitely, annoy them.
Once down in the infermery, she found a busy seen. There was a man that two nurses were dragging away who looked very uninteresting, except for the fact that he had a puddle of drool on his shoulder in the shape of a bunny. She pushed her way back down the hall so that she was passing those that were still on their way to the infirmary. She’d make sure that no one was left in a car or anything like that.
There was a girl that had looked in bad shape when Pix saw her run off, back at the escape, who had two men doting over her every whim. Passing them made Pix shiver for a moment. The halls were busy and if she didn’t watch out or focus, she could get squished or the bugs that were bigger than her could eat her. She swallowed hard, blinking for a moment, No that was impossible. She was human size right now. None of her bugs were big enough to eat her. So she pushed the thought from her mind. (Pix’s fear for you Ffloyd.) She walked on not knowing why that thought had entered her head. Of course that event was impossible because she was in complete control. Even of the bed bug that lived in the mattresses that unsuspecting patients now rested in.
Moving on, there was a third she found, not that far away. The guy with silver skin. “Hey Mr. cant make up his mind to rest when he’s already had the snot beat out of him or go play hero.”
