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.
Dragonfly? Pix’s eye brow raised, She’d never called herself that in her head. It was odd. Then again she hadn’t given him a proper name for herself. Then he departed off for a place where smoke was rising into the sky. Her wings buzzed into action where she rose, never really afraid of a stalker spotting her since she could turn to a tiny target, and watched from the distance. Her head shook back and forth, then she turned and darted off.
"Well first, if you miraculously woke up I would be happy, but after that I would be annoyed that you freaked me out...I don't want to kill anyone."
“I sort of noticed that.” Pix had sort of noticed that a long, time ago back at the traffic light. Ok maybe that wasn’t really that long ago but when your mind jumps from one thing to another so easily, 5 minutes can seem like hours.
" I don't want to kill anyone else, I have been like you and worse, much worse than you. careless with life. I am glad you are not dead."
They landed, and Petunia took her things, finally tugging the upper part of her outfit over the moths that, though they had clung obediently and comfortably to her, were looking a little bedraggled around the edges of their wings from the hasty flight. One eye brow raised as she actually listened. The guy in the supper suit have been harping on the same subject over and over, yet the small new thought had made it’s way to her. He cared. Even though he wasn’t her friend, by any means, he was a rare type of person. She could saftly say that, like in the story of the scorpion and the frog, she would care less if the situation were reversed and actually serious.
“You are a very funny person.” Her lips pressed together for a second or two as she flicked a couple of moths away having just accidentally causing their lives to expire when her arm cam down the wrong way. “I’ll think on what you’ve said, but-“ She turned her hand like doing a coin trick manipulating a preyamantise with a scorpion riding on it’s back so that it sort of imitated the stalker bots walking up and down her hands. “I’m going to deal with the camps first.”
Oh Pix could be so mean. Though this feeling of flying very, very, fast, as invigorating as it was, wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. The fact that the wind was chilling, made Pix actually shiver as the air swept any gained warmth away from her face. Plus Pix was never going to get the tangles out of her hair with out professional help.
So if he was going this fast, what exactly would he do if pix woke up miraculously in his arms? Well, only one way to find out. Petunia’s head lifted slightly with a smirk that she could no longer hold back without biting into her lower lip. “If I just miraculously woke up just like that, after what just happened what would you do?”
Petunia sat with her legs crossed loosely. Her elbows rested on her knees. The other mutant was still there, she was sure of that since he was still talking. Slowly she shifted so that she was leaning on the palm of her hand. The other still held her head, as if, if she were to let go, part of her skull might go missing.
She listened to the last phrase, oh that could be fun. She could be sure and give him some issues to work out if he were to feel guilty about her death. then again he had just helped her. He'd prevented her fun, but he had actually carried her away from the scene as well. Two sides of what to do struggled in her head. Then she came to a decision to satisfy both. Though the one that was telling her to say she was ok, seemed a little dismayed.
"I'm alright." The words came out with a sigh, as she really was still uncomfortable. She tilted her head against the palm of her head so that she could see Redemption just below her eye brows. Green eyes loosing some of their typical pixish hardness. Her skin was still looking a little greenish thanks to the nausea. "My death, it won't be today."
She moved to stand slowly, then sort of wavered and it was like her body slowly collapsed on it's self. On the outside Petunia had gone limp. She'd practiced this with her brother when she would fool him into thinking she was truly asleep. Even her facial structure relaxed and she forced herself to breath shallowly and slow her pulse. The moths scurried with their wings out from under her coat to flutter aimlessly on the wind, as if they were now free of her will.
On the inside, Pix was Cackling at what ever could be going through the other mutant's mind. Weather he believed her or not.
Ok. That whoozy feeling increased in her stomach as she was scooped up and carried away…. Again…. By a Party Pooper…. In a Supper Suit. Sort of like when your 16 and mom and dad invite a Barny like character to entertain at your birthday party.
They reached the roof that sort of reminded Petunia of a scene in spider man she saw in a movie outside of the marvel comics realm. Huhh… What was the knowledge of Marvel Comics doing in her head? Ok maybe that was a question she could contemplate later.
"at one point in time I disdained them, I sought to end their existence, but I saw the error in such hatred, it only caused more hatred and violence.maybe chaos suits you just fine but say to the cab driver that goes back to his company and is now held responsible for the car, his life has just changed for the worse at a whim. It is useless."
“What I do is better than laying down and just taking everything.” Petunia said practically to the ground. She’d bent over the grass, as soon as they had landed. Her hands fidgeted with the cloths in her lap but she hadn’t done much with them other than pull her coat over her shoulders and tugging the front closed over the dancer like moth uniform. Using her insects for insulation against the exposed roof. “You people want to save them fine. There are certain things about natural selection that just happen for a reason.”
"but I can't open your eyes for you so I will have to settle for seeing you when the camps go down. Are you ok? I hadn't realized you were one of the bugs”
Pix bent over letting her forehead rest in her hand. “Yeah just fine. I didn’t realize you could make killing radiation.” Another reason to feel stupid.
The cops had told them to freeze but freezing was kind of hard to do when you thought you might hurl. Something she was working on doing while the other mutant snatched her hand and captured her wrist and pulled her back.
" That is a creative couple of uses of your abilities girl. for someone so creative, you are very foolish. I suppose your clothes are behind the billboard?"
“Ya’ ain’t seen nothing yet.” She practically hissed when pulled. The sound mostly coming from the discomfort of her stomach though frustration was there as well. “Yeah, the billboard.” Petunia stumbled as she was off balance from being doubled over. She didn’t have enough concentration at hand to completely control a swarm like a moment ago, but she could create one all the same. The back of her moth made out fit thickened for a few seconds with more moths, Everything for large luner green ones to little brown ones. Her wings buzzed and the moths spread out in a wide cloud being directed by the air currents to the officers. Falling on them like a curtain. A sickly curtain but a curtain to block their view.
(I’m leaving a lot of stuff in this post sort of open and up to you. Also sorry for the length, there is a lot happening at once, and I doubt I have what happens to someone under radiation like that right.)
Pix buzzed over the handle bars of the bike letting herself land on the wind shield of the bike. Ok so she had found the lights, and the thing had started but she couldn’t remember how to kick it into gear. Her old bike back home was one that had different gears where you put your toe under the petal and pulled up for each gear you wanted to go faster. Like the clutch in Dad’s old jeep. Every vehicle was a little different, (Especially when you were several sizes smaller than when you normally ride around.) and as she was working to manipulate this cop motorcycle the super hero guy, who looked a lot bigger, landed on the thing. Then he started glowing. The difference in his light was faster then the time she’d shoved a fist full of fire flies in an open light socket. Cleaner too.
Pix’s little dragon fly head tilted back to look at the supper suit waring glowing man better. There was a fuzzy feeling growing in her head, and as it grew, she lost part of the connection with her insects. The control and dexterity she had with them dropped and if no one else was holding the bike, it would wobble, then fall with Pix still clinging to the wind shield. She was going to be sick and she wanted to throw up, but dragon fly mouths didn’t throw up with the same satisfaction human mouths could. Worst of all, she burned. Every millimeter of her body and wings. Even parts she didn’t know her dragon fly self had. Her green eyes were the most uncomfortable.
Stubbornly she clung to the wind shield, but the feeling of aches and nausea became worst. Her bugs wavered in the air. Obviously loosing the control of their flight. Both bees and horse flies were agitated. The bees buzzed, making little circles in the air, then either dropping, or attempting to charge this strange being in the supper suit. In their disorientation it would be amazing if their stingers made it through for one last Como cozy act. A little more resistant to things trying to kill them, the horse flies dove, their wings clapping so violently that they sounded like little bomber planes. These dropped slower than the bees. Each little body making a timy thump against what ever they fell on. A few short seconds later, in desperation, the horse flies tried an attack as well. Landing on the super suit (I don’t know how thick the fabric is so don’t know if redemption would even feel these) and trying to bite through to the flesh below, with the same determination horse flies use to get through hair and horse hide. At this moment, the only control that pix had in her state, was that her friends wouldn’t attack her.
The dragon fly slipped back down the wind shield of the bike, feeling her body take over on instinct. She needed to become human again. Mean while people were shouting things from the side lines. The safe not going to radiate you because you’re an insect side lines. Like one of those movies that show someone morphing from some hideous creature, Pix’s body grew then changed. Her dragon fly wings extended to buzz once while her growing body fell, then her buggy appendages became like smooth skin and delicate hands doll hands. Her cloths had been left behind the bill board on the building but she had a back up plan for such occasions. As she became human, moth wings covered her exposed skin to keep her worm, till it looked like she was just warring an elaborately designed ballet dancer out fit.
" Can't you moron's see he is dressed as a hero?"
“No! he’s dressed like an idiot.” Petunia insisted, Now sprawled on the ground and still breathing to recover from the shock to her body. A few other choice words left her lips as she mumbled under her breath.
(ok. Thanks. I just know I can push character’s nerves wit Pix)
Pix leaned around the sign, She pulled away from the edge into the shadows where she was between the back of the bill board and the brick wall. If anyone could see her there, they would see a girl, who appeared to melt away as little tiny dragon flies, horse flies, fuzzy bumble bees, and thick hairy winged moths. Pix had made herself a dragon fly but the fuzzy bees flew close to her and she used them to keep warm. Her cloths were left dangling over the bars that held the sign to the building.
The swarm raised over the top edge of the bill board, and the bugs landed, scurrying down the front. Pausing here and there so that the groups of insects looked like they were part of the large sign. Oh yes. This looked inconspicuous. What first?...
The ambulance? That looked like it was worth a good couple of laughs. The swarm swooped down making the cop’s head turn to watch. Oh, he wanted attention? He would have to wait. She made it to the ambulance and using her bugs to work as a group, a block of bugs, large enough they could have been a brick, went down on the gas. Smaller groups managed the keys in the ignition and as the vehicle screeched forward, she managed to find the button for the sirens and the flashing lights. The swarm of Pix exited the cab of the ambulance in time to see it hit a brick wall where it should have turned a corner. Whoops…
Ok so now for the cop, Oh look a bike! The swarm made a v line for the nearest motorcycle and as soon as the first five bugs, pix included, touched it, The sirens and lights were going off. Ok so how did this one turn on. Getting it to balance right with hundreds of bugs steering would be the real challenge, but she had to get it started first. How did these things work again?
It makes sense to me, and Sara would make a good practice dummy. I believe Ayesac might be willing to work as a guard if we wanted to have more than one thread, Hunter putting Michel as the other if he wished... If what I am saying is making sense.
As far as the guards shoving all of the inmates in one cell that would make sense, especially if they ran out of solitary rooms. Not to mention if they were to say, see two mutants supposedly going at it in a fight, they would probably hold off stepping in thinking this would be part of the punishment. This training sessions would be a good chance for the mutants to fool the guards as well. If the guards are thinking that the mutants are turning against each other they'll think they are winning (I know James would) and so their guard will drop as time goes by. We could even stage some fake arguments in the camps between inmates to pretend to fool people more.
At first when she had been released from the man’s hold, Pix’s wings clapped then vibrated into a buzz, that moved into silence, in her flight, as she dashed off to where all of the excitement had began, before she had been lectured about right and wrong.
Moth to a flame was the best description that described Petunia right now, as she wasn’t paying much attention to her surroundings in the air. Yes she had looked over her shoulder to see if the man in the super suit was following her, but other than that, she was intent on the place where the sirens were coming from. There was a bil board against the side of a building over where Petunia had messed up the traffic lights. She stilled her wings and tilted them so that her movement smoothly swooped behind the sign, where she landed and peaked around the bill board at the action below.
Pix should probably listen to the lessons that cats never learn.
(How far should Shrapnel be pushed? Also, it’s up to you on how successful the end of this post is.)
That was funny. Petunia had never met someone who could fly and didn’t have wings. She envisioned that they existed before, but never met one. The second part of his thoughts were disturbing to her. She’d be stronger if they weren’t. Part of her was aware of the stroller but to actually bring it up and state it out lowed was different from ignoring such facts. Facts like that were easy to ignore, even when she saw them from thousands of little eyes at once, second hand. She simply shut down that side of her mind that belonged to the receiving end of her many bugs. Without the shut down, things were just… Well… chaotic…. More chaotic than normal.
The man was glaring at her from behind the hidden safety of his mask, but Petunia didn’t know, nor did she really care. She stared at the passing sky where they descending from. Other thoughts were crossing her mind, like if those twins were mutants. It was hard to tell nowadays who would be, short of everyone either wearing supper suits like this dude was, or being forced to were a sort of star to symbolize their mutation and inform the rest of the populations. The star thing had been done before. Forced.
“It was a risk I am still willing to take.” It was meant more just for Petunia’s inner thoughts, but the fraise also answered what was asked from behind that mask.
" I suggest you avoid that corner you were at for a bit. "
Her gaze shifted from the sky to the mask where those eye holes, or what ever one could describe them as, stared at her. What did he know that she didn’t? In the distance she heard the scream of a siren. “You do?” Hmmmmm…..
There was a quiet pause before one hand, and the elbow on her closer arm, shot sideways to shove against the other mutants shoulders to try and roll off the side of his grasp. She’d drop a few feet before straightening for the buggy style flight, and her wings buzzed into action heading back to the scene of her, most recent, crime.
" Well, that is one way to see it, another is that they are right to want you off the street. that you are the dog biting people.”
Yeah. That was one way of thinking of it. Another was that Petunia was the five year old child, standing behind the dog, and pulling the dogs ears, making them bite, but who was really keeping track of that stuff? He went on, and on, causing Petunia’s green eyes to roll.
“The fact that they even thought up the camps, is proof that they need something put into their place. I’m well aware of the group that is preparing to take the camps down and I intend to be part of them.” The information of the resistance group was curacy of a talking white snow shoe hair who could become the size of a tiger in a cloud of flower power.
"Will you be able to fly up here?"
Petunia peeked around her side at the ground, roof tops, streets, and ant like people below. “Yeah, why?”
I believe Ayesac might be willing to work as a guard if we wanted to have more than one thread, Hunter putting Michel as the other if he wished... If what I am saying is making sense.