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 stubbornly crossed her arms. then her legs letting her wings buzz once. pouting lips turned the other way. "You want more of an explanation how about you ask him."
She chose a little spot on the other side of the room to let her eyes focus on. Rather then looking at the three men or the wrascly wrabbit. "Or perhaps you could be a little more specific. Maybe even polite. I've told you what I know."
Petunia was stuck… and this was definitely not one of the most comfortable positions she had ever been in. she glanced up at the bunny and the man holding him by the scruff of the neck. Somehow she resisted the urge to yell ‘What are you looking at!’
Her cheeks actually reddened a little and as she was given her instructions to explain herself and not move, she let her skin shift. She was following the orders. So shoot her if she wanted to feel a little more comfortable.
Since she had a lack of cloths, she simply made due with bits of bugs, that soon protruded, then artfully covered her skin. Lunar moth wings spread across her front and pressed against her, making her decent, as smaller decretive butterflies with white and yellow wings curved around little tan, and nearly blackish brown moths till it looked more like she was in a an outfit made for a dancer or ice skater, who happened to have just appeared out of nowhere with her backside suck in a small metal tub….
She crossed her arms as the design of her new cloths traveled down her limbs making her a little more comfortable. Despite being bigger, it was still colder then she liked in this room. They also acted as a way of sopping up the flea bath that was still damp on her skin. Subconsciously she moved enough to try and itch under her arm.
“Me?” she turned her attention to Nicholas. “I need explaining?” her green eyes shifted and she glared at the hare. “I get attacked my a talking hare claiming to be my conscience and I need to do the explaining.”
She pointed a finger, that had been decorated by a clutter of little wings as if she were wearing a ring, at the dangling hare. “I remember you being a lot bigger!”
Petunia grimissed her little flea face as the rabbit continued moving. Peaking out at the edge of his ear, she could see some really big guy shutting a door. Then again it was hard to gage his size exactly. Everything was bigger when you were so small. One thing became sure to her for the first time. Some how back there the hare had become a normal sized hare. Either that or this was a giant mutant. Suddenly her mind was on the golly green giant.
Mmmmm canned veggies.
Then she noticed that sent in the air. Something that hit on her little flea head like a pounding hammer. Crap! That was her warning. Her stomach gave a lurch as when the rabbit made one last big hop, and when that putrid water hit them, it was too late. Well as if she couldn’t of left before. She had gotten plenty of warnings. It was on principle that she didn’t follow them. It had been the rabbit that was the one who started things with her and then he wanted to end things? It didn’t make sense and petunia just couldn’t believe things would be that easy.
So as a result now she was a flea completely submerged in a flea bath. Maybe she could have gone out the rabbits ear at the uniforms and summoned a new set of bugs to lift him up. But that thought was a little late now that she was holding her breath. Her little legs kicked and wiggled against the ear and she tried desperately to scratch all of the wrongs that were being done to her by the giant tub of flea bath.
Wait. Suddenly the bath didn’t seem so small. She twisted finding a new itch to desperately scratch and found herself surprised that her shell was much more flexible. Like an ugly skin growth she was emerging from the hare’s hairy ear. When she was aware of the process it quickened. Making the quarters much tighter before she just seemed to pop out. The force of her sudden growth sent her up, and she sucked in a fresh breath of air.
With new air, her transformation quickened. In a blink of an eye she was, well, her. The water seemed to exploded out as her legs, wings and arms managed to make it out of the tub, falling over the sides. She coughed, sputtered, and out came a tone of crap she hadn’t realized got in her system. She tried straightening her back and pushing back on the basin of the bath, only to realize she was stuck. Ok so a minute ago she was tiny. But had they really though a metal tub the size of a large bowl would be big enough?
Water sloshed out both sides of the blow as he wiggled her backside in her attempts to…. Where had the hare gone? Blinking, she tried shifting around, as if there was enough room to look under herself.
He was bluffing. He had to be bluffing. Right? Still his words made pix’s insides turn as she felt them start on the move again announcing something to someone about her powers “Tattle tail..” and where he was headed. he wasn’t bluffing… and pix was too stubborn to just give in and hope out.
… She was going to be ill….
They reached a new destination, in a new room and she felt something about her pop. Either on the outside or in her but it did make her little form vibrate slightly. She wasn’t exactly sure what with the flea shell she was sporting. That was a very interesting new sensation, she sort of liked it if it wasn’t for what she thought it might mean A pressurized room…. great This was going to be interesting.
Well her pointing all this information out clearly didn't seem to bother this individual rabbit. so apparently he was among the evil minds category. Evilevilevil minds indeed. If she survived the flea bath experience he might gain a little respect. little being the key word
Petunia stubbornly leaned back in the ear not willing to come out. She was a five year old testing exactly how long and how far she could push things.
“… .. . borring….” Military people had no fashion sense. Not like petunia’s. Although maybe she could make something that boring more interesting. Would there be spray paint in the warehouse as well?
Petunia couldn’t help but peak out from the between little white hairs and the big rabbit ear as she felt them start moving again. There was something about this journey that almost felt. Routine? Ok so the giant rabbit knew his way around, and that hole looked like it had been dug before. A little deeper and she realized it had been dug before. Then there was that peculiar box that had been ripped open. Almost like someone, such as herself, had come here often, and was forced to rip the box open with claws, due to the lack of opposable thumbs or just lack of patients…..
nahhhh…. It couldn’t be a coincidence.
"You will find standard issue guard uniforms in there. They will not be in your size. I suggest you put one on, regardless: you may certainly then proceed to walk to the other warehouse, and reclaim your former belongings. I would also recommend that yourself and all of your friends vacant this body within the next thirty seconds. My next destination is a flea bath."
“Did anyone ever tell you that you were very bossy for a conscience?”
So the count down began and Petunia crossed her little front flea legs. Disgusted as she looked down at the box of cloths. “You’re right about the size thing, three of me could swim in those and I wouldn’t have to be small.”
She was pretty sure she heard the rabbit hit the number twenty two but she wasn’t leaving yet. Instead she let a couple of fleas investigate the box first. Two of the little specks of bugs could be seen hopping up across the floor. “You left that hole open and there is a cold draft in here.” She complained some where in the back ground she heard nineteen and eighteen. “The flea’s she sent in gave her a disturbing empathic signal. “And there are mothballs in with those cloths. What are you trying to do? Give me a rash?” she heard the rabbit hit the number ten. “What great prospects you present me with, freeze to death, deal with a really bad rash for the next few weeks, or get poisoned and wake up with a bad hangover. You either just don’t thing of everything or you are one of the best evilest minds I’ve ever met.”
(Hope you don’t mind the mothballs. They gave me a way of toning down my original post.)
If only the rabbit could see Pix’s little tiny microscopic eyes rolling as he spoke. Blah blah blah blah blahblahblahblah. Yeah yeah yeah. She remembered the flea bath and flea powder but.
“Look Gigantic tall and fluffy tailed.” She began once this new side of the rabbit seemed like he had finished. Oh wow. She hadn’t interrupted a word. Unusual.
“It’s the principle of the matter. And to be frank, if it does come to flea powder, we’re both introuble because I’ll have to get big and to be honest if I panic or am all doped up on flea powder, that stuff gives me a bad hang over immediately, then I probably wont think to exit your head before going back to my original, more resistant to flea baths form.”
On the other hand a new set of cloths was tempting. Would she get to keep them? Maybe she could steal the cloths afterwards? “By any chance is there something in a turquoise and hot pink snake skin pleather? Just random thoughts, not giving into anything.”
Petunia slowed her onslot of little annoying bites now that there was no longer a reaction quite so entertaining to them. “I could be.”
"In response to your demands: I dare say there is no way in an overcast Hell that I am re-entering the warehouse where the rest of your miniscule army awaits. If you honestly intend to remove yourself from our auditory canal and our person, then I would be willing to enter another warehouse, if such is the terms you desire in exchange."
There is what the spoiled brat desired, Respect and attention. Proper attention. Not the do it now or I’ll kick you in the face type of attention. She immediately responded to the more adult talk. “If you leave me in another warehouse, I’ll have to shift back to go to the warehouse that my belongings are in. In short, I’ll be nude and you’ll enjoy that too much for me to comply.”
Inside the giant rabbit’s ear she let herself recline back against one of the softer folds of skin. “I’ve got all day or week till you go back in there, to wait.” There was food practically surrounding Petunia when she was in her flea form and who needed the… the other reason why she would leave Calley’s ear…. Petunia didn’t.
Of course there was the problem with flea powder or a flea bath. Then she’d instantly have to switch back.
“Besides. How do I know I can trust you anyways. A moment ago you were trying to kill me with soap. I’m entitled to return the favor. That and I think your rabbit’s feet would be extra lucky.”
Suddenly it felt a lot colder and Petuna’s little legs scurried as fast as the little flea legs could to the inside of the rabbit’s ear. Where the snow became water before it reached her, thanks to the rabbit’s own body temperature. This is what it means when they say snug as a bug in a future rug. Rabbit fur did make good rugs, right? note to self, when you’re as small as a flea, it’s hard to get accurate measurements.
Then he started chanting threats of his own. Oh those were fun. Petunia almost for got about the fraise flea bath.
"Out, or I'll start singing off key! –“
“I’d join you!”
I'll insult your mother's mother's uncle in broken Portuguese!
“Were you his conscience too?”
I'll eat ice cream and watch B-rate horror movies about giant snakes without you!
“How would you know I wont be there?”
I'll wear the best pajamas ever and you'll get jealous!
Unless they moo that’s impossible!”
Out, or I'll threaten you some more, pour flea powder in my ear, and defile your corpse in seven and a half unspeakable ways!"
The flea powder was a valid threat but….”Only seven in a half ways? Oh come on. Your imagination has to work better then thaAAAAAAAAAAATTT!
There was suddenly something like and earthquake going on around her, and Petunia clung to the little fleshy inside of his ear, letting all of the other fleas do the same as the stopped their biting and clung to fur. Letting all go completely still for about a five count… waiting till it seemed like they/she wasn’t there anymore.
The thing about leaving right then, was she couldn’t leave and go in the cold. Despite her disgust with the rabbit, and desire to put his little rabbit feet to good use as new lucky charms, he was also keeping her, and her little biting friends, alive. One of the catches when you can’t exactly have enough body mass to contain your own temperature. She knew from experience crickets and grasshoppers could survive being frozen (Though the survival rate of being thawed in the microwave wasn’t high) She didn’t know if fleas could. Petunia was crazy, not stupid.
It was her turn to make demands. “I will have little shop of horrors songs literally in your head for the rest of the month unless you hop back to the warehouse right now. I’ll make you French kiss my cow face slippers, record it, and post the video on youtube. I will infest your icecream and eat it all before you can enjoy a lick. Then watch from a little corner and laugh at you when you discover all is gone. I wont kill you, I wont defile your corps because there are much worst things then death and my overly active imagination could find a lot of enjoyment and fulfillment, in acting on the thousands of little burning bunny thoughts I keep caged.” As if to make her point she gave the mental signal for all fleas to begin their feast again, and she did the same.
Naturally being the size that Pix was, and at her angle to the big beastly rabbit, was still a big beastly rabbit. I mean. Come on. To someone the size of a speck, a mouse could be Godzilla and who cares what size a rabbit is, As long as their head is bigger then an apartment complex, a really, really, big apartment complex. The real fun behind why Petunia loved becoming small, was that she could be nothing more then a speck and still have her own Godzilla on the run, well… On the hop in this case. If that isn’t a, spoiled brat’s, confidence boost, what is.
…. Then Petunia heard the magic words… Flea Bath!
“BUT YOU’VE GOT SOAP BACK THERE!” Petunia wined in his ear, Suddenly hopping back and forth. To the edge of his ear and back inside. Then to the edge then back inside. Mean while her little helium esc, fast paced, voice kept rattling off, in her sudden excitement and panic. “Remember you were spitting it at me. And the toothpaste, toothpaste is a good scrub too. Do you ever wash your ears, you don’t need a flea bath. You… You… You want….” What would he want to do?
Whattodowhattodowhattodo!
She suddenly hopped back to the inner side of his ear and bit down as hard as the little speck of a flea could bite. As if taking their lead from Pix, the other fleas that were left, hiding in different areas of Calleys fur, did the same. “You want to hop back to the warehouse or,.. or,… or,….. I’ll get bigger while still in your head!” Wait… that would hurt her too….. would he know that?
( Honestly I’m in no hurry, I can follow your lead. Perhaps go by what Calley’s reaction is to this post. *Tries to imagine Hunter’s reaction to a closthsless Petunia suddenly appearing in his labs.*)
Calley had rolled, squishing several of Petunia’s Scorpions. Those unfortunate soldiers of hers that now stuck, twitching what ever they could still move. The jumping down shift had been proven an asset to the Hare formerly known as Petunia’s conscience. As he moved it was very apparent that those that hadn’t been ground into the floor, were not rodeo riders like their creator. Not saying she couldn’t train them to become rodeo riders. She liked that idea.
The horse flies swooped down, collecting Petunia’s fallen army as they flew, sounding like millions of little get engines but the moment they hit the cold air, they separated, slowed, and were out of Petunia’s circle of control. Drat!
With no fur, Petunia was exposed to the elements, Just as Calley. Warmed only be the Hare’s body heat coming off his head. Warm on the bottom, no matter how warm, wasn’t enough to keep her warm form the fridge breeze created by the rabbit’s run. A few fleas managed to hold on as well, Maybe three others, that instantly went for the warmer areas, like under the rabbit’s arms and tail. Petunia however, went for the closest closed area she could. The ear. Scurrying across the top of Calley’s head, No flea’s legs had ever wiggles so fast, she hopped inside the folds of the hare’s ears. Ahhhh warms. Here she could finally enjoy the ride. Then a thought came to her, making her little twitchy flea face form the best flea smile it possible could. Oh she couldn’t resist this and a laugh tiny little buggy laugh echoed through calley’s ear. Sounding like someone had sucked helium.
“Hey Fluffy-bottom-whatsevaface. I’m your conscience now.”
They say that when you’re on a wild bucking Bull, even though you feel out of control, time slows down. Well Unless giant bucking Rabbits were any different, Pix didn’t know what those cow boys were talking about.
Petunia’s world was immediately set in motion. The entire warehouse became a blur of up and down bouncing boxes. Not much she could really focus on, not that she wasn’t use to not focusing. She thought she was doing rather good, while the crazy bucking rabbit did his thing. Would she make her eight seconds? No way to really tell. Damn She jut realized she should have grabbed that lovely gold watch that started all this trouble.
On another note, she could have giant rabbit’s feeeEEEEEEEE!
The rabbit fell back and for a moment Pix was slammed between the floor and the extra, soft but, heavy rabbit’s fur. Her back and wings stung against the cement, but that really wasn’t going to stop her right now. Oh no. What she’d been preparing for happened. The crawling of her skin, began to look more solid then it was solid as scorpions wiggled free from around her wrists, pinching and prodding trying to get their pointy claws through the hare’s hair. Other bugs followed the king scorpion’s lead, horse flys, and fleas exited Petunia’s skin and she suddenly shrank out from under the rabbit’s weight. Petunia herself? Well, she became a flea. Abandoning her cloths, that for some reason never shrunk with her, like the cloths of Alice did when she ate the mushrooms. (Petunia was very jealous of that.) Petunia set her miniature army of fleas to hide in the rabbit’s fur. Mean while she hopped her way up to the rabbit’s head.
This just might be a happy meal after all.
(A note. I still have to research the king scorpions but so far what I’ve found are people using them as pets and their stingers are not as poisonous to human’s as scorpions.)
Ha! That sack of flower hit it’s mark, Showing exactly how strong flower power was. The problem was that the openent had suddenly gotten a lot stronger. Petunia’s face suddenly lost it’s sadistic grin when what she had imagined squishing under the sack of flower, how had the head larger then it’s entire body. Was it just a head? The flowery powery cloud cleared, swept from her movement, showing the rest of the things body.
Biiiig Bunny!
“Holy cra-“ Smack! “-OOOF!”
Petunia was caught completely off guard when the giant rabbit leaped straight up, Connecting with her midsection somewhere along the lines. Knocking the air she’d just sucked in, out of her longs. The same force caused her, nearly silent wings, to clap and clatter at the sudden change in motion.
Even in her dazed state, something primal, deep inside her, told her to do something. The ears grab the ears. Something inside her hissed at her. So that’s what she did. Grabbing a fist full of ear she tried to pull the back of the rabbit’s head towards her, other hand clinging to the rabbit’s back hairs. Some how she managed to swing a leg over his back.
Mean while something under her visible skin, and her covered skin, started to twitch and crawl. Even wiggle, like something was struggling to get out of a soft egg.
Well Bunny man was reloading his little soapy tooth past covered bullets. Sure those didn’t hurt that much to get hit with but the fact that there were little soapy projectiles coming at Petunia and the fact she had a goal not to get hit, not her running. Scramblng to remove her coat from her arms and transparent wings.
Now you may ask how a girl like a pixy may fight a soap chunk, bullet, spitting rabbit. Why it is very simple how she would battle such a violent opponent I say. That’s right. The petunia Gardener was about to use flower power! Cooking flower to be exact.
“now you see me,-”
As she ran, having thrown her coat to the corner of the warehouse, she snagged a five pound sack of flower on her way. The top half of the paper was torn free from the rest and she flung the top half of the flower into the air, using her wings to send the cloud straight for the white rabbit. Then held the rest of the bag of flower up to use her wings to spread it.
“-now you don’t.”
Problem was She couldn’t see calley as well either. Oh so that’s what all the white hair was for on the white hare. Grabbing a second sack of flower she used her wings, immediately, darting to where he was jut firing at her, and swung the sack of flower where he had just been sitting.
It was warmer inside the ware house. That was a good thing. No chattering teeth if Pix had decided to take flight again. Not that the cold had stopped her before but if you were flying it was more pleasant to not be shivering while trying to fly a straight steady line. Not that lines were ever completely straight and steady.
"As your conscience, I have precisely as many tricks as you yourself."
“I still blame you for all those tricks. It’s your fault for going missing.” When ever that was… Still Petunia pointed an acusing finger at the rabbit who was undoing one of the tooth past bottles… Why would he do tha- Ohhhhh….
Petunia raised a hand to block the tooth past on slot that was,.. ewwwe sticky. And it smeared on her coat. Her coat! She liked that coat!
"Have you brushed lately, you naughty girl?"
She side stepped avoiding getting tooth past on her face but stumbling on another box, of bath soap. “No But I think you should wash your mouth out for the things I’ve recently said.” She said grabbing a bar of soap and chucking the soap at the little bunnie’s head. Smearing the toothpast that stuck to her hand on her throwing weapon in the process.
