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 kept her hand up on where the girl's lips would be. She didn't see a reason to move away and personal space was never at the front of her thoughts. "Of course you can stop." Petunia began. She paused as her green eyes stared straight into where she could see a little bit past the vale and mask. She had the desire to see what was hidden however for now she resisted the urge to peak.
"I suggest thinking things through right now." Petunia said. Both intending to point out how her speech could improve and how she was going to have to handle meeting other mutants. "Breath and...." petunia leaned back so that she could straighten her arm, though this didn't take her very far back from the other girl. Just far enough that she could properly view the other girls hands.
That was interesting.... Petunia dropped her hand from the other girls face. Forget stopping the stuttering. This girl had the potential of being a lot of fun. Much like mother nature, the mutant goddess among insects sensed a weakness and she intended on taking full advantage. The smile on Petunia's face grew and she glanced back up at the other girl. Swaying slightly so she could look through her vale.
Petunia let her skin begin to crawl. Just to see the reaction. Just as she was standing there her skin wiggled as if there were fingers poking at a plastic bag stretched tight. then the bugs wiggled free dragon flys wasps, and horse flys flew up between the two swarming the girl in the vale.
Petunia was elated and she scurried in a tight fact circle releasing some of her excitement. Ok so not all she had to do was describe the chicken dance and.... Petunia probably should have been paying better attention to the fact that the big bug continued to talk to the little...er bug on his shoulder.
All of a sudden Petunia practically scurried into a buggy hand. She hissed in surprice and her little body wiggled legs kicking at nothing but air. this was not goddess like. Not goddess like at all. Put me down. Petunia thought and aimed the demands at the bigger bug. The thing is he was mutant. So this probably did not go well. She quickly shifted her thoughts over to the smaller one. The one that was one big fat tattle tail. 'Tell him to put me down. I'm the master of you! kick kick hisssss struggle. This is not masterly! Put me down or else...... You will all be sorry' Petunia did her best to feed these thoughts into the tattle tail bugger.
No reason to let on that Petunia could actually talk English. Even when she was in a bug form. At least not yet.
Petunia Gardener excitedly buzzed as she made a wide swoop as a house fly to zoom in and circle the feast that had been taking place. There had been a warm enough snap it the weather as of late, that Pix could buzz around as a house fly and do some of her favorite exploring. She'd first been attracted to the scene by the smell of the dog. The family pet was currently being put to good use by, with who, with any luck, would become Petunia Gardener's newest pet. She needed a new one.
The house fly that was pix circled around the scene again before she ducked behind the giant new pet, and what scurried out from behind his opposite side that the house fly disappeared around was another Cockroach. A Madagascar Hissing Cockroach to be exact. Petunia was much smaller than some of the roaches that were gathered to the scene, but no one was trying to eat each other and she thought nothing of this being that she often chose to control bugs that were much bigger than the bugs that she chose to be. They may not be her creations, but She was the insect Goddess.
Petunia's little body scurried over the dog. Finding the best choice of meat inside it where she listened to the giant one go on in a cowboy accent. How cool was that. Not only did her new pet already know how to speak. He could preform the trick in a cowboy accent! Petunia's little Madagascar body vibrated into a hiss of excitement. She liked this form. She could make sound without stopping her meal.
Soon, the big guy was moving on, as was his flock of loveliness. Petunia scurried after them as fast as her shorter legs could carry her. only instead of following the rest of the flock, she climbed the outside of the back of his shell. It was there that she just stared at the other little guy (Little in comparison to the big guy) who had taken residence on the shoulder. (If cockroaches had shoulders.) He could talk! sort of.
Ok so Pix didn't understand a thing that was coming out of his mouth, her power didn't require communication. It required mind control. But could she mind control a cockroach to communicate with big guy? Petunia had to find out!
One forleg waved slowly in front of Petunia. More for looks than anything else. Pix saw it in the movies. Jedi Buggy. Level wave. There is no other cockroach on the outside of this one.. Level Wave. You will tell the big one to jump three times on one foot. Petunia thought with all her might.
The girl could hardly talk when Pix let her catch up to her, and Pix liked that. She liked making people nearly speechless. They were much more entertaining than actually speechless, and they were much easier to hold a conversation with. Unfortunately for petunia, she did not notice anything other than simple stammering and words of worship coming out of this young girl's mouth.
Petunia smiled with her with her perfectly white teeth and dimpled cheeks. Her finger moved down from pointing directly at the girls nose to touch her lips and make her stop stuttering if she was going to continue. When you can shrink to the size of a house fly, you really stop thinking about other people's personal space. There for Petunia wasn't thinking or really paying any attention to any changes that might be going on in this young lady.
"Don't apologize, don't stutter, just come out and say it next time." Petunia instructed. "And if you're going to sneak around and follow someone, get better at it."
Exactly! Why wouldn't someone want to fallow a girl with dragon fly wings. The question wasn't a question in Pix's mind, but a statement. A challenge to anyone Petunia Gardener experience to ponder and either agree that girls with dragon fly wings are just filled with awesomeness, or disagree and be doomed for all eternity. For to be bugged is an instant reminder to think of Pix. (And if it wasn't before it should be now.*Sage nod*)
It hadn't taken long for Petunia to realize that she was being followed. The sanctuary halls were filled with people who looked odd, but most of the time it was absent of those who were in the process of oddly looking. Respectful distance or not. If there was ever an unspoken rule at the Order HQ it was that it was fulled with different looking mutants and that staring was rude. Breaking said rule on the streets was asking for attention. Breaking said rule here.... well Petunia couldn't help the consequences of her actions. Besides. Who's to say that they would be bad this time?
Pix made her way around a corner then stopped just on the other side waiting for her follower to peak around it. Waiting to poke the tip of the following nose as it came around the corner with her other hand on her hip. "You.. .. .. Could at least say hi."
Petunia had come to the mansion on a mission. She'd investigated the mansion's security systems from every angle possible. Including when she was in her human form, when she was in the form of beetles and even when she was a minute house fly she'd buzzed on the inside. She knew the mansion was high tech and high security, but rather than serving as a deterrent, that only gave her inspiration. She would make them focus on the small things. And if this plan didn't work, well she'd have plan trying.
Somewhere in the back ground, Petunia heard the movie get turned off. Too bad. She'd been enjoying the back ground noise. Making her insect army was boring after the first few waves of little commacazi soldiers pulled away from you spider body. Well that just meant that she was going to have to make her own fun.
The centipede continued snaking it's way over the edge of the box, then froze. below it the packing peanuts were clearly moving now. Popping up like popcorn and in the center of the box a low hiss started low, then began to grow. The hissing sound came from a group of hissing Cockroaches.
SpiderGirl. SpiderGirl. Not a radio active female spider. Can she Climb, in a box. Yes she can, She's a spider. Look out! Out crawls the spider girl....
Petunia Gardener had been nestled quite comfertably below the packing peanuts. In fact she was still at the bottom of the box in the form of a dinner platter sized bird eating spider. She'd shifted to this form after squeezing through the cracks of the box as a flea. Now that the box had been openned and things were being taken out of it, Petunia felt her spider mouth pull back into what a spider smile would look like. She was about to have some fun.
With less things in the box, below the packing peanuts, petunia began to manipulate the other part of her mutation. At first the spider's skin and shell looked as though it was crawling on it's own. Then the poors in her body openned up as beetles, smaller spiders and centipedes wiggled free. As a few things went out of the box. Petunia began to fill the bottom. She was limited by the amount of surface area her spider body had. Her human form was much more capable of creating swarms quickly, but being that she was in a box, and didn't want to show her human face.
So mean while the inside of the box began to grow and duplicate with insects, and the packing peanuts began to rise. Then one of Petunia's many warriors decided to pop it's head out of the top of the packing peanuts. A centipede snacked it's way to the surface with it's little legs wiggling accross the top layer.
Petunia had fallen on her butt quite unceremoniously with her legs splayed. Her elbow had landed under her in an odd twisted position and the waiter was scrambling over her. He was trying to stand up around petunia’s kicking, kneeing, and eye gouging form.
Shame on him. Idiots not watching where petunia the insect queen had been walking. Some how in the tangle of limbs Petunia’s ach in her elbow had come to her attention, and the poor waiter had attempted to get up to his feet around her only to have the toe of her high heal find his groin. This resulted on one thing that was a positive. The man was no longer on top of petunia in a tangled mess. He was now off to the side of where she was her own tabled mess.
She pushed herself into a sitting position smoothing her hair back into it’s tamer position. Her curls were gosteled, and no longer in perfect spirals but when petunia smoothed her bangs back, the mess and disorder added to her look. It was a plus, even though it displeased her.
"You know, they have rooms for that sort of thing. Just upstairs I believe."
“Funny. An expert on hotels. Are we? You’re either an incredibly popular man, or an incredibly lonely one. Either way I pitty you and yes, I know, I’m the on on the floor.” Petunia glanced up between stray curls and her green eyes flashed back and forth from the waiters who were so well trained when it came to messes like this, to the one on the floor who was trying to ease himself onto his knees, then to Mr.Bubbles. Her target definitely had noticed her. Wasn’t that in a book somewhere about assassination nonos? Oh well. It wasn’t like he really had a chance anyways.
And why was no one helping her up yet! Petunia crossed her arms and her ankles, waiting.
(Tell me if I need to change anything and I will. )
Rule one to assassinating some dude or lady. Know who this dude or lady is because saying oops to this part of the job, while entertaining to some with twisted minds, is apparently a big no no.
Not that Pix was dumb enough to make this mistake. It was just an entertaining thought she had as she glanced at a small photo of a man in her hand. She’d long since memorized the features on his face from the mole on his chin, his thin lips hid under a thick mustache, black hair that looked as though it had recently started to turn to salt and pepper. Petunia had memorized his street address, his families faces, his job title, (That was an easy one. Senator.) She knew his shoe size, his tailor, and his favorite brand of Whisky. The one thing about him she hadn’t memorized was his name.
A name wasn’t really important. As Shake’s spear said, “A rose with any other name Yada yada yada –“ Pix didn’t memorize it out of being afraid to do this killing, she didn’t memorize it out of not wanting to remember this senator and what she intended to do to him. Quite the opposite really. Petunia wanted every fun detail etched into her brain. She didn’t memorize it because memorizing his name wasn’t fun. Finding all the other stuff out and playing little miss detective? Fun. Slurring through hard to pronounce letter groupings. Not fun.
For all Petunia cared, this Senator could be named Mr. Bubbles.
The photo was tucked into the inner folds of her clutch, giving everyone around her a glance at the large amount of bills tucked in one side for someone to be carrying who looked as though they were no more than 16. Petunia blamed not looking older on her mutation. She was really 25, and with the right pair of high heals she could look 5 feet tall, Thank you very much.
Petunia wore a dark green dress that matched the natural green eye shadow that was around her eyes, but looked like make up. The dress was slim, clinging to her sides. It was a shame that she had to cover it with a long shawl to hide her dragon fly like wings. Part of her long, black, hair was done up in a bun, and her face was framed with the rest of it, in loose curls that rested on her shoulders. A single monarch butterfly perched perfectly still like a barrette piece, on a gold clasp, near the top of her head.
Petunia found her way to the lobby where she was greeted by the host. He took only a moment giving her the once over about her age then receiving mouthful from her about her ID, and no she didn’t need parents present with her at all times. Within a minute he was guiding her to her table where she assumed she was to sit, and be happy.
They were half way across the room, passing the center bar/kitchen/ really fancy crap, when petunia saw him. No. Not the man sitting and drinking quietly at the bar, though if Petunia had been looking around other than at her target, it would have been helpful. It was Mr errr ahhh… Senator Bubbles. You know who.
Now about the noticing things around her and watching where she was going. Yeah this would have been a good idea about now that petunia had gotten half way across the room and was passing the bar. In other words looking in the direction of Where the host had been leading her, because then she wouldn’t of stepped in front of a waiter who was holding a tray with three wine glasses on it, and that waiter wouldn’t of dumped them in the general direction of The bar where the quietly drinking man was drinking quietly.
THWUNK
the edge of the tray hit Petunia across the temple because apparently the waiter wasn't paying attention either, and she was just that short compared to him. There were a few seconds of the two becoming a tangled mess where Petunia's elbow was wedged into the waiter's gut, and the waiters foot was on top of her toes. Then down the two went and splash went the three floutest wine cups on the unsuspecting man who was sitting quietly at the bar drinking.
Abyss was going to be so happy with his nails when Petunia was finished. (Or else) I mean who wouldn't love smiley faces with little hearts for the eyes and flashy big toothy grins.Petunia tipped the little tiny paint brush from the inside of the nail pollish on it's side to work the corner of the mouth where the color had to be thinner.
“ I Look forward to seeing you there.and don’t worry , I will only tell you I told you so once.”
"Considering I could hatch a colony of fire ants inside your nasal cavity while you're sleeping, Abyss, not getting on my nerves is a very good plan." Pix glanced up showing a toothy grin to match the grinning finger nails on Abyss. Smiley faces painted in hot pink over the emerald green.
Petunia had to lean back on her back side as she looked back up at Abyss. The other Abyss clone and Lori were disrupted by someone sporting interesting little tiny jem stones. Petunia picked one up and examined it. They wanted her to eat it, but Petunia knew from past experiences that eating non organic objects was painful when it came to shifting while they were still in her system.
Petunia politely took the tiny jem, because it was pretty, but as the man turned around, she slipped it in her pocket. "I think I'll be forced to stick to erratic arm waving and screaming in people's faces to communicate." She grinned again. "But I'll keep this just in case."
Abyss moved to sit next to pix, and her wings moving away from his hand, and her back, were the only hints that she recognized that he had moved next to her for a moment. For ones fingernail color and one's perfect distribution of polish on said nails, were a very important subject. Still she couldn't help but enjoy, and soak up the warmth, with her thin wings that normally lost heat, from the many heat producing large bodies. She really should paint her nails at more gathering event things like this. If only for the chance to soak in a good amount of heat. especially in the winter.
“And I say you Pixy, are going to miss all the fun on the inside. You could send a rolly polly or a caterpillar with me if you want me to prove it.”
Petunia's lips poked out in a slight pout. she couldn't get feed back from her bugs like that. At least not yet. She didn't like admitting the weakness to her perfection. "Why should I experience the fun you think you'll have second hand? I'll send myself between assassinations."
Petunia blew on her nails one last time before she was satisfied she could move on. her much more slender digits steadied Abyss's fingers one at a time, as she began to paint them as well. delighted to find something else to do now that her nails of awesomeness were finished. With neon orange pokadots and bright purple stripes completing them over the green. "At the very worst case scenario, they throw a collar on me, and I shrink out from under it. I'll have the guards jumping at all the normal Roaches, and grass hoppers." petunia smiled widely, and the corners of her eyes crinkled. "At the best case scenario, I might be able to deliver messages."
Were there fire flies that were from Romania. With the number of different bugs that Petunia had, she didn't know. Nore did she really care. knowledge of location was required when gathering different types of bugs. Not when petunia already possessed them in her arsenal. also weather fire flies were indigenous wasn't really important either. It was a thought she had, as she looked at her little creations that lit the darker places of this crowd, illuminating the spaces that the larger lights couldn't reach as if someone had lit thousands of little candles in support of their cause and magicked them to float around the crowd with no aim in their little lives except to blink their little winking lights on and off.
Petunia was sure that what ever Abyss had just announced that it was very moving. The crowd was having big reactions and the translators were doing a lot of excited shouting over each other, that involved hand waving and fist pumping. Not to self. Big hand waving and fist pumping gestures assist in communication.
Petunia had heard this stuff all before. she had been involved with the first registration act, and despite she still staid under the radar to most people at Sanctuary, despite the fact she had a room there, she still heard all this talk in the halls. you know. Those times people are talking and anyone would give anything to be a fly on the wall. Pix had the absolutely loverely ability to grant herself, and herself alone, that one wish.
Petunia was seated, cross legged, at the front, facing the crowd. Looking like a bored teen who was attending school bored meetings, rather than a mutant rally for 'the troops'
Petunia's nail color was much more important, and she finished a stroke with poison green nail polish. Only taking the point where she started blowing on the wet nails, to let her emerald eyes flick up to look at the crowd. The corners of her eyes crinkled as she failed at with holding her smile. "You're going to miss all the fun on the outside, Abyss." Petunia had been looking forward to her part in this ever since she caught wind of the idea. Every target was going to present Petunia with a new game as she killed them.
(So sorry for the long wait on this post.) Well petunia’s bug invasion of every opening she could find of the ice man seemed to sort of work. However had she not been so quick to take him by surprise, she probably wouldn’t of gotten the shot off at all. And when Ice man leaned forward to shake Petunia away, she was all too happy to obay, for once. It felt like Ice was coating her lower extremities. Her wings shivered and felt chapped as the thinner membrane, that was petunia’s built in air conditioning in the summer, much like the jack rabbit’s ears in the dessert, were quickly chilling down her body. You could see the blood vessels that laced the greenish stained glass like appendages start to darken due to the cold. It hurt, and Petunia wanted it to end. She wanted to end the cause of this cold. To End the Ice Man.
Petunia’s teeth chattered, and her green eyes game Sam a venomous look from under the deepened shadows of her brows. Mean while, the make shift smock of moths grew. Petunia was still attempting to give herself some insulation against the chill of the ice. Without her eyes leaving Sam, and her lips pulled back in a snarl of frustration and pain, Petunia pushed herself backwards on the floor, with the heels of her very cold feet. She scooted backwards till she sat just in front of Aura, who knowingly wouldn’t know who Pix was. Pix kept to herself in Sanctuary a lot. Being nothing more than, quite literally, a fly on the wall. Petunia only know she was a fellow team member and therefore, worth doing something for. She tried moving some of the moths around Aura, hoping to warm her up.
"Who are you buggy?"
“P-P-Pet-tuni-ia” Pix said as if this answered Aura’s question in any way, and every angle. Plus through the shivering and teeth chattering, Pix was having some trouble annunciating words without biting her tongue. “Th-h-hough I Lik-ke Big-g-g-gy.”
“Ah-nd you.” Petunia pointed a finger at the cold man, her grass green eyes looked wide wild, and as if they could shoot lazy beams on command at this ice man. If only that were part of petunia’s mutation. “someone’s going to be really hurt, “Namely poor innocent Petunia. “If you don’t turn off the cold air.”
After all. How was the ice man supposed to expect Petunia to be able to move, if she couldn’t work her shaking, shivering, cramping limbs enough to do so. shaking shivering, and cramping that was cased by the ice maker. The ice maker must find an end.
Oh the male had a very evil ability. A very very evil ability indeed. Why where Pix considered herself a goddess of life, who deserved to be worshiped, this male very well could be a god of death. A god of ice death that make certain unnameable parts of one's thorax, and abdomen, ache and then go numb. Parts of Pix's thorax that she didn't really feel were appropriate to name to the readers of this thread.
As it got colder and colder, petunia had no choice but to chang back into her heman self. Her naked human self. Not that it mattered, no one seemed to be looking. Through her naked self was covered in goose bumps for a moment as she hovered above and just behind the cold ice man. Her body, for a moment, was hidden by the moths, but those were 'dropping like flies' so she'd have to figure something out to defend herself, not only from unrightfully prying eyes, but also the cold.
Pix pulled her legs up and pulled her arms around herself trying to keep from freezing to death as more soft winged moths started to form around her skin. They grew out from her the pores of her skin. The moths carried the warmth from inside her body, to the outside as the growing moths built up into layers over her skin, using their wings to trap warm air against her body. However even when she started to feel comfortable, she had to keep her moth clothing growing to keep the heat from her body steady. And she wasn't able to stop shivering very fast.
She was still shaky when the aura gal started in on her next attack. Pix made her move. She dropped down onto the cold man's shoulders. Making sure to put an extra layer of mothy warmth between herself and those cold shoulders. Her arms encircled sam's head and she quickly pressed on hand over Sam's nose, the other, she tried to place over his mouth, and her arms pressed against his ears.
Why cry to cover every posible openning of this cold man? Because with the ice armor that Aura had already demonstrated, he obviously didn't have that many weaknesses that pixes bugs could exploit. Only the theory that he needed to breath, to talk, and to hear drove her to try this little experiment called, how many ants can be shoved up your nasal cavity compared to the number that can be shoved down your throat and in your ears. Ants wiggled to freedom from her palms and arms and assisted her in their attempted shoving into their new homes.
Mean while, it seems Koga had started to win the war of the bug mound. There was much more twitching and wiggling on Shelly backs, than there was coherent movement.
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