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 had been intensely staring at the back bumper of that cab she had been sure the rabbit had been hitching it’s ride, under. Had she even blinked? Golly her eyes were getting really dry. Feeling like sand. She was finally forced to relieve some of that dry itch. Blinking, then just as if magic, the rabbit had appeared. Like someone yelled poof, and there it was.
“There, Right there!” Petunia was practically standin on her side of the cab, leaning over the dash as her right hand pointed at the white rabbit and the other hand moved for the wheel to turn it. Only to be slapped away by the cabby. Not that she cared as he, ”Follow that rabbit!” (Another fraise Petunia had always wanted to have a reason to shout for no apparent reason.)
Some how the cab driver angled his car to the curb just as the white rabbit disappeared inside the warehouse. Petunia was out of the cab without so much as a thank you, and running straight for where she saw the rabbit disappeared.
The cab drove off and Petunia stalked up to the door, pushed it open and stepped inside. A quick glance around, and she found her quarry, her conscience. “So do you have anymore tricks?” She asked the snowshoe hare. Petunia may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but she was smart to know shocking, talking bunnies could be full of tricks and secrets.
Stupid, dimwitted bus driver slowed her down. Why, when she got him to the front of the bus the rabbit was gone. Then a cab pulled up and as it passed, Petunia saw the little paw waving.
“That little son of a-”
“-S’cuse me miss?” the bus driver glared at her.
“Not you, Him!”
The bus driver swiveled his head around only to see the back of the taxi cab driving away. DRIVING AWAY WITH PETUNIA”S BUNNY!
Petunia stomped her feet childishly, crossing her arms. He was getting away in a,… a cab.
“TAXI!” She said stepping out into traphic as another yellow cab slammed it’s breaks to a stop. Burning rubber and fish tailing on it’s way. Now that’s service.
The cab driver leaned out his window screaming something at Petunia and managing to shake his own finger. Oh that’s what the rabbit was trying to do. Petunia ignored him and ducked around the hood of his car to the passenger door. One hand shoved in her pocket, pulling out a wad of bills and throwing them all in the taxi driver’s lap. That changed his tune real fast.
Petunia climbed in and leaned out her window, pointing at the little bundle of fluff she could see traveling under the other taxi cab. “Follow that car!” she’d always wanted to say that. Well say it and actually have a reason for saying that.
“Right miss.” The cab driver said flooring the peddle. Incidentally getting behind the wrong cab. Bloody streats were filled with yellow cabs.
“No,no,no” Petunia practially jumped in her seat. “That’s the wrong cab.”
“You mena the one with the I heart NY bumper sticker?”
Pix grabbed for the hare again, missing and pulled away from the ground as he made his escape. Fortunately for pix when you’re chasing someone you have a chance to see what the path a head could be like. She had just taken chase, dropping her wings under her coat when she reached the end of that alley way, when the bus came. And let me tell you, smeard rabbit on bike rack looked a lot better then insect.
And needless to say it was a lot more entertaining to watch then act. She strolled to the front of the buss when it came to a stop. “Oh My God!” She shrieked at the bus driver. “You hit Sir-tickle-bottom-fluffy-face you, you, you MONSTER!” she boarded the bus and grabbed the bus driver’s chin forcing him to lean forward at the bunny on the bike rack.
“Just look what you did!” She said shaking her finger at the bunny spitting the blood splatter gunk out of his mouth. “But miss. I didn’t see him. He just hopped right out in front of me! Honest.”
Petunia grabbed the bus driver by the collar and practically fell on his shoulder. “That’s what they said about Sir-lance-a-splot toooohoohoohoohoo.” She faked a few tears before straightening up. “Can you please help me untangle him from the bikes?” She asked dragging the surprised bus drover out with her to the front of the bus.
(I will soon. I was just hoping to have a proper siggy picture to go with it. Still need to get her brother approved as an NPC too. And a list of bugs she can use… Long to do list with this character. lol)
Well apparently her conscience didn’t like the fact that she said she didn’t want a conscience. Or maybe it was the fact she wanted to eat her conscience. Were conscience’s tasty? Mmmmmm deep fried rabbit conscience minuses the head, ears and feet…
The juices in Petunia’s mouth started to water. Oh my, was that drool? She pushed a sleeve across her face to smear it away, momentarily distracted while yet another rabbit kick came.
It took a few seconds as she tried to keep a hold of those brilliant rabbit ears but after a struggle with the screaming nerve endings in her arm, she did drop him. Immediately turning her body in the air so that she could dive right after him.
Hmmm. Were the heads of talking grinning bunnys dangling from key chains luckiest still? She shook the thought from her mind. Even she was getting tired of that though. Though luck was… enough, enough, enough about the lucky stuff!
Well it appeared that her hand had still held onto his ears so there he dangled and she held him out like one would hold a lamp to see in the dark. He certainly was talkative for a rabbit. Not that petunia had ever met a talking rabbit before.
"What,.. is your favorite color?
She had to choose?
How much,.. did you have to drink?
Of what?
I,.. am a sentient manifestation of the inner figment called 'your conscience'
Wow! Petunia didn’t know she had one of those! and it was a bunny,… that she could ware on a key chain! Didn’t she tell herself that was enough of that thinking?
and you,.. have been a very bad girl."
“Well DAHHHH! And you know who’s fault that is?” Petunia grinned as she lifted the rabbit higher into the air by it’s ears. “It’s all yours. For a conscience, you’ve been very neglectful. Or does the guilt only work one way. Because if the guilt only works one way I really don’t think I want you hanging around me.”
Was it possible for a conscience to have a conscience?
“you know what?” She grinned as she spoke. “You’re cute, You smell good.” The scorpion at Petunia’s collar bone dropped it’s hold on her scarf and began moving up her shoulder and on her arm. “We could just eat you all up.”
Petunia smiled as she watched her quarry come to a stop. Then turn and oh was that a grin. A Cheshire grin at that. She thought only cats could do that grin… Maybe a grinning rabbit’s head that looked like that and was dyed lime green would be more lucky then red four red rabbit’s feet? Only one way to find out!
Petunia lunged to grab a hold of those extra, super, cool ears and…. “Youchie!”
She raised in the air, unsure if she was still holding those delightful rabbit ears that were attached to that gorgeous grinning face. Her hand was instantly numb from the shock and she flung the same arm out to the side shaking off the pain.
As she was chasing that rabbit on foot, Stupid feet didn’t move fast enouh, she could get a good view of those feet that she would soon make hers. Good luck would follow her every where if she had a set of rabbit’s feet. Right? And with the white color she could dye the feet what ever color she really wanted. Like lime green or hot pink! Something with a good day-glow hue.
Petunia grinned to herself.
The rabbit had stopped on the other side of two bottles, then kicking one right at petunia. Nice aim but not something she was going to compliment out loud. At least not to a stupid rabbit, no matter how much higher his intelligence seemed compared to other bunnies.
Her wings flicked out to the sides and with a clattering buzz, they lifted her into the air and to the right as the bottle flew by her. Red catching her eye and she darted back a foot to catch the pretty color. Now there was precisely the color she wanted her rabbits feet to be!
Her wings went silent for a second as they fell into a soft hovering hum. Then clapped again as she zoomed off after that bunny
Now you wouldn’t think a rabbit would have that strong of a hit, let alone a kick. However winter hares are quite strong, and if you know anything about pet rabbits, you know you need to hold the back legs for the fact that if they are uncomfortable and kick out without connecting with anything, their legs are strong enough to pop their own hips out of place. That said a wild hares back legs coming in contact with one’s own head can really surprise someone.
Petunia could feet the cold, shiny, watch in her fingers. Naturally not paying attention to the hare standing before her, when she felt the thing scurry up her arm and… WTF?
Her head turned just as two unlucky rabbit’s feet connected with her face. Again… WTF! She stumbled sideways on the icy sidewalk, uncrossed her eyes, and glared at the offending bunny. The offending bunny that would be dinner. Mmmmm Rabbit hunting. And a bonus she’s get four rabbit’s feet from that little thing. Now to catch it. Naturally she ran after the white rabbit.
As she strolled, Petunia brought a hand up to stroke the large black scorpion that sat on her collar bone. Pulling her scarf tighter about her shoulders and then pulling the warmth around a hooked tail and claw, that took that part of her garments and held them tight, making a perfect stylish pin.
Now where was she headed again? Her stomach growled and she suddenly remember. To the fast food restaurant with that insane, red haired clown. *Shivers.* That clown gave her the best nightmares. And the chicken McNuggets in the happy means were to die for. Best of all, THEY CAME WITH TOYS!
She was just about to push the door open, striding happily, when something even more interesting then a plastic wrapped toy, caught her eye.
…. The pocket watch!
She stopped and glanced down spying the rabbit looking to guard the watch but owe the watch. It was small, sounded cool and most awesome of all, it was shiny. She bent down grabbing for the watch.
Grumbling about the poor weather, Petunia had found herself traveling to the park. She hated the cold. Hated it because well, it was cold, duhhh! Her thin membrane, dragonfly wings, strong as they were, did nothing to hold the heat in her body. Rather acted as portable air conditioning. Good in the summer, a royal pain in the winter.
So today, she covered them with a long coat. That didn’t mean she would settle for looking completely normal. Normal was boring. Her long black hair was pulled back into a pony tail with the tips colored like her own personal rainbow. Sitting on top of her head, clinging to her, one because she told it to, and two for her heat, was a large black scorpion. Poised and sitting as if it were a barrette. In fact, that’s what most people thought as well. If it was warmer she’d subject more insects to becoming her fashion accessories. The large scorpion would have to do.
A sudden wind kicked up, and she pulled the collar of her coat harder around her neck to keep the chill out. Her eyes crossed looking up at her little friend with the whip like tail. She gave a nod, and the king scorpion, much to a random street walker’s surprise, crawled down the side of Petunia’s face and came to rest just above her collar bone where it curled it’s tail against it’s body, pulling it’s claws close under it’s head in an attempt to trap even more heat.
“Just a little longer, Boogy.” Petunia reminded her new little pet.
She shrugged. To his violent words. Just shrugging. “They have their entertaining uses at times. Even in their ends.” She moved to the side and began scanning the roads to their left for movement. Anything odd going on and those stupid robots showed up lately. Seemed like they were everywhere.
“They at least make good meat shields.” If nothing else, very entertaining meat shields. “I ask because it’s only fair. I gave you answers.” and the funny thing was, apart from the last few answers, she was willing to bet not all of the answers were straight. Hers weren't
By asking that third question he had to know that an answer was coming. She shrugged at the first part. “I’m not particular in regards to the first part of your question. Whatever annoys me, it’s all find and dandy.” She shifted her weight as she looked up to the very tall man, thinking on the answer for the second part of his question. “As far as gas goes, the worst is from the people walking out of the fast food joints with the demonic looking red hair clowns painted in the windows.”
Someone like him must have thought her odd. Her posture and all, not even blinking at the slight aggression in his voice when he first asked his question. “So why all the questions. What makes you want to be so interested? And how do you feel about humans?”
He told her he was just trying to be nosy. Yeah… ok she could buy that. Right.
She shrugged in response before the second question was asked. She crossed her arms and her head tilted as she looked at him. “I feel the same way about mutants as I do about anyone who asks me too many questions without answering my own.”
A small smirk formed across her face again and her tongue ran across her lips. “They all are very tasty. Why the questions?” she repeated herself. One dark eye brow raised high above the other.
Well those crunches made some nice music but it could have gone better with something else, rather then being heard alone. Still, she had to get herself a pair of those boots. They could prove hours of useless entertainment for just merely simple footwear.
He asked about her having any other abilities. She just shrugged. Her shoulders raising the rest of her turquoise pleather coat. “Really nothing worth mentioning, unless you’re interested in ever making money off of a real flea circus.”
She smiled as she spoke. No one just randomly asked about things like girls and bugs unless they were psychologists and wanted to use it against you, or if they just plane wanted to use it against you. “So why so interested?” Petunia returned the question.
No! Not bigger crunch, it was the biggest bestest crunch Petunia had ever heard! And she heard a lot of bugs go crunch.
“How in the hell did that get there?”
"Simple,silly. You stomped on the lil guy." She took a step forward and a smirk quirked the side of her face. Her eyes were practically twinkling in the dim lamp light from above.
"Those must be really nice expensive boots. Good solid tred right?" Ok. Perhaps another bug mutant would be offended by someone squishing her bugs, but the thing about making your own bugs is that you can always make more. and at times,when hungry, pix was known to change to a mantice and cannibalize her own creations by biting off their little heads, just like they were animal crackers. It was only nature and nature's way. If big boots meeting bugs happened to be natures way,then so be it.
She dropped a couple more roaches on the cement, then prompted this boy with the most musical feet meet bug talent. "Do it again!"
