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.
Pix sat back with gun in hand and looked forward at their driver. “Um….” Petunia looked up innocent as can be with the gun held between her hands when Mr. Hunter dude turned in his seat and roughly yanked her forward. “Hey!” She namaged to cough out beore he so rudely shoved her back into the seat.
"Don't.... touch... anything..."
Riiiiggghht…. Petunia eyed the bow behind them just as twitchy grabbed for it and pushed it into the front seat as well… “Spoils sport.” Petunia grumbled as she looked down at her feet while Slate and Mr. hunter had their conversaions. It was then that something shiny caught her eye…
"...Are those handcuffs?"
Now there was an idea…. Petunia looked from the hand cuff to Calley. To the hand cuffs to calley…. To the hand cuffs…. Oh the temptation was too much.
Without so much as heeding the hunter’s warnings, or even really caring, Petunia lunged for the handcuffs with her left hand. Her right shoved at Calley and poked and dug with her fingers that posibly tried to drag Calley's hand towards her mouth for possible biting. till she had a hold of one cuff, and that cuff just happened to hook around Calley’s ankle and that other cuff was….
“Hey. I wasn’t done with you!” Petunia followed Calley’s skittering to not only close keep the distance from between them close, but to close it in. One hand shot forward with an extended accusing finger, that was consequently hidden by an overly long sleeve that she had to take a minute to pull back away from her hand, so her pointing finger could be seen. Because covering up such a hand signal was just wrong in cases like this.
But the second pix had the sleave over her hand, it fell to cover her fingers again.
She pulled the sleeve back and it fell.
She pulled the sleeve back and it fell…
So Pix started rolling the cuffs of the sleeve because that was the way to deal with naughty sleeves. Make them do uncomfortable forms of sleeve yoga while their where they belong. Around your wrist. Not over your hand where they inhibit your ability to point.
"Yes. Now please, would you cease and desist with your public nudity?"
Petunia grinned. “Yeah because I see London I see France, but I don’t see no underpants.”
"You two boys will have to take the back seat since you're sharing the blanket. Ma'am... you can either join them in the back or take shotgun up front. Your choice."
“Oh I call that seat.” Petunia seemed to forget about the boy Calley, and she hopped back onto the hood of the truck. Took one running step across it’s front before sliding back down onto the ground and seeing what wonders sat in the back seat.
She smiled at the bow. On the gun rack, she sort of imagined to eyes for the places that held the rack to the back of the truck, and the bow being a frowny face, because if it wasn’t frowning before Pix entered the back seat, behind the driver side, it would be at what she started doing. What other toys did this hunter have lying around. Petunia bent forward and started rummaging around the floor. Handcuffs, with keys. Bummer. She thought she found a bottle cap, that ended up being a quarter she chucked out the door. Oh look! LINT! Same on Mr. Hunter man who didn’t vacuum or put the lint where it belonged. In his pockets. But Pix would be a good girl and do that for him seeing as she was wearing his coat. The lint fount the coat pockets, suitable, and pix started rummaging around under the seat in front of her. Her fingers felt around this L shaped object that had a cool sounding switch on the side.
Pix started moving her hand forward when she found a trigger like button that she pulled and BANG!
“Oh cool!” Petunia leaned forward to look under the front seat, There was a hold in the floor board between the pedals and the seat. Now there’s an idea for trucks. Glass bottoms. So you can watch the gravel and road kill go by under you.
Hmmmm..... I might take a crack at this.... If I can find the extra time and energy. At the moment there are so many projects I want to do, and so many I have sitting half way done in my sketch book.
Ok so apparently one of these twins had never looked fully at the other twin before, because one of them seemed quite surprised to see the other sitting there. This was new…
"I am not entirely certain that now is the proper time to discuss this,"
Oh that one was slate. Petunia squinted at his nose. Yep. She was pretty sure that was a Slate nose. It’s hard to tell who different people are with your prospective of them is closer than usual. The proportions of the face just get completely thrown off. Mean while the older brother, was scooting onto Pix’s lap. “Hey watch it.!” Petunia gave him an extra shove as he pushed off of the truck and onto the ground.
"GAH! you put some moths on those things, Bugzilla?"
“Wait…” Petuna’s smile disappeared, making her dimples on the top pair of cheeks vanish and the dimples on the other pair appear as she tensed. “How do you know I can do that!” The boy ducked behind the truck and with a squeaking noise, Pix scooted over the hood of the truck to get in the boy’s face. “Come on! Tell me! How do you know I can cover myself in bugs. Normally…” Ok so at the moment she couldn’t change either for if she could she would eat the freaking scrawny boy or something. Peaking over the hood of the tuck she looked down at Calley. “You’re strange.”
"If you do have clothing to spare, perhaps you should give them to the lady, first."
“Oh um….” As if right there things snapped into place, Petunia brought an arm up to cover her front. “My bugs aren’t working right now so…. Yeah. Please.” She hopped off of the side of the hood. The coat was tossed to her and she swiftly pulled it over her shoulders. Everything about the coat was too long and the sleeves covered her hands, witch reminded her of the one time she broke a girl out of an asylum (hymn) and clothed her self in one of the stylish hug me jackets. Something that everyone should have in their closets because everyone deserves to give themselves a hug now and then.
"At least two of you are straight from the fun house!"
Petunia shook her head. “Nope sorry. You’re mistaking me with my brother.” Though she was the one that drove him there…. on more than one way of looking at that fact… On that thought she glared at Calley. “I don’t like older brothers and I still want to know how you know about the moth thing.”
“Now now, be nice to our friend here.” Pix told the other mutant with the apparent electrifying personality. “After all. I think he’ sort of cute and my friends things he smells good.” As if to reply, petunia’s bugs gave and extra buzz that was higher pitched at the dead watch maker.
Petunia smiled at the question. She tried to keep the smile non threatening, but this was Petunia we were talking about and her dimples on her cheeks were often took the wrong way, by those that knew here well. “My name is Petunia Gardener.” She said. “Really it is.” She said quickly because she was in a flower shop and technically bugs were the best gardeners in the world. “My parents had a bit of a sense of humor when it came to their last name, but they didn’t make my brother endure the same embarrassment.”
She sniffed the air around the boy. "My bugs are right by the way. you do smell quite awesome."
Just for the record, Petunia’s backside hurt. Just so you all know that slamming your buns against a wind shield does jar the nerves in said cheeks, just a little bit. Petunia shifted her weight off of the left, side so she could rub the area that would no doubt, bruise, by the time she got home. Sitting would be a pain in the you know where for a week.
She soon found that she was joined by not one, but two twin boys…. Well then. Apparently when you take away two birds that should be creamed into a wind shield, you get two boys that both display similar facial features. Pix leaned forward off of the hood of the car and her hair fell forward to do a very bad attempt to cover her up. Not that she cared. Her bugs always covered her skin when she changed back to human. The practiced part of her mutation was just a reflex now… Or not. Petunia looked down at her self only to see skin and well… more skin… no bugs. Well there was one. A mosquito landed on her arm and… OUCH! That little son of a- Her other hand slapped at her own arm and by, by mosquito, hello mosquito sized blood streak.
For some reason smooshing that mosquito made her remember the face she had just seen. That’s right. Face! Not that eyes didn’t wander. I mean come on. These twins were naked. Naked! Just who would have thought of such a devious picture?
“Hey I know you.” Petunia pointed to Calley, Her face going from the grimus of accepting the fact her backside was now going to have a big round bruise, to a smile. She liked Slate…. Wait a minute… Her brows furrowed. “Or is it you?..” Petunia paused.
Well there was only one way to know for sure witch boy was Slate. “Eenie-meanie-minie-moe,.. .. ..”
"How the hell did you three jump onto a moving truck and what in the world are you all doing out here naked?’
Darn it! Lost track of who was minie and who was moe…
Pix counted to three, because pix was definitely awesome in math, and then restarted the only way that was possible to determine who was Slate. “Eenie-meanie-minie-moe,.. .. ..”
”Did you three get drunk at a college party last night or something and so your buddies left you all behind?"
She got as far as tiger, then was distracted again, not knowing who was tiger. Who was the tiger anyways? Grumbling Petunia turned round and leaned forward to get in the hunter’s face. “No we didn’t for your information.” She pointed to the one closer to her. “He gave me the bird and here we are.” That was close in an accurate description, and in Petunia’s mind it made perfect sense.
Suddenly petunia’s face sort of melted from the angry look. “Or was it him….” She pointed to the one on the further side.
She pushed herself away from the glass again to lean forward. “You don’t know it but we’ve met before. Your paper bird’s mocked me, then I walked on your nose.” She looked between the two boys. “Is this your older brother?” ‘Eenie-meanie-minie- moe,.. .. ..’ “Are you still thinking about killing him?”
Today was a make believe day. Pix could be anything she wanted in the wonderful Land of Make believe. Magic beyond Adult Knowledge, and Education. Pix had never really liked growing up anyways. Games were just more fun.
On this day of make believe, Pix was a dragon… A little red dragon fly to be exact, and it was her job, her game, her privilege to rid the world of all the giant feathered monsters. The problem was that these monsters were quite stupid. Perched on the trees or the telephone poles sleeping as if they owned the world and could close their eyes any time they wished. It was for this reason that Pix chose the little red dragon fly.
Some birds would give chase right away. Others you had to talk into chasing you. You had to wave back and forth. You had to pull at their feathers, and in this bird’s case, Pix had to shove the tip of her wing in the bird’s eye before the thing woke up enough to think she was worth taking wing after.
Now a dragon fly isn’t strong enough to do a lot of poking damage. Especially against feather armor, but when she went for such a sensitive area, the little poke from her sharp little feat, that she stomped as hard as her little dragonfly self could, that seemed pretty effective.
Maybe a little too effective now that the chase was on. Pix zipped right and left. Dragon Fly’s being the fastest insect there was, made it look like she teleported in mid flight. Though she never moved far from where she had started from in this chase. No she still needed the bird’s complete attention and a bird looking around for a missing dragon fly is more likely to look around at their surroundings and notice that the said dragon fly had a plot against them. A plot worst than the plot hamsters have to take over the world. (Those cute little sneaky devils.)
For if the bird were to start looking around, rather than at the pesky little dragon fly, the bird might notice that they were flying over the road, They might also notice that this dragon fly had moved them lower, between getting in their face, under their wing, over their head, ect ect ect, they were about level with the on coming car that was jut about to miss said dragon fly because Said dragon fly had naturally been paying attention to such things, and Said dragon fly was just about to dart straight up when…
WTF!
Said dragon fly was suddenly a yonge naked girl, with a vindictive side against birds, long black hair, and a very surprised expression, landing on the car she had intended birdy to go splat on. Birdy must have gotten an interesting view of her back side just before Petunia thumped against the hood of the truck, and rolled back side first, so she was leaning against the wind shield. The cheeks of her derrier pressed firmly and flat against the glass.
I believe that Pix would be the perfect individual to cary out the Leverage plot. I could see her enjoying putting the fear in governmental leaders. This one interests me the most.
I'm also interested in the Peta plot idea, and the church of humanities. but again, if I have to choose, I like the leverage plot idea.
(Just so you guys know what a Hercules Beetle is. They wouldn’t easily be stepped on. Damaged, or left twitching still, yes, but not easily smooshed. Bug info With an army of these, pix might actually be able to move cars or tanks.)
Hmmm… I seemed the hop worker was coming to his senses. All of a sudden taking the innocent rode. Ha! As if there was such a thing. Innocent. Such a funny word. Petunia allowed her bug to take the cacoon to the back of the shop where her large Hercules beetles stashed the body behind a back counter. Petunia put her arm over the boy. “Now don’t worry about a mess. I can have things cleaned in up a snap. How about you concentrate on your plants. You’ve got a marvelous ability. But don’t your friends need re-potting?” The boy seemed new at this. Probably his first kill. Petunia remembered hers. She had to focus on something different and that something different just happened to be her cow slippers. They had pretty bells.
"Well, I'd like to fry his brains. Any objections? No? Okay then."
Petunia gave the other girl a thumbs up. “I like my meals cooked.” Mmmmm Brains.
As Petunia tried to give the boy a distraction, with his plants, the other girl did the how frying and cooking, thing, and my her culinary skills were superb. Bugs that had been left on the man, started to smoke. One of two popped like little balloons, and Pix saw this out of the corner of her eye. Giggling. At it. “Can you do that again. That made a wonderful sound.”
"Got any flesh eating vines or buggies?"
“All bugs do, if I tell them to.”
Petunia gave a motion with her hand and her bees that had swarmed the room, headed straight for the corps, or soon to be corps, The beetles that had scurried away, returned as well as any bug that was in the store. If they couldn’t eat fast enough, Pix could summon an ant army to knew on the rest. Her bugs started cannibalizing their own kind, as well. It was a wonderful demonstration of the circle of life.
Well she got the Yes from the boy. That was entertaining. Though she was just that sort of girl. She could talk you into anything, if she really wanted to, and those times she failed to talk someone into something, pix had just decided she must not really wanted to talk them into what she wanted them to do. Because there were other things that were so much more fun when people weren’t cooperating.
The other girl started dragging the man off and Pix instantly went to help. Yeah store windows. Even the crazy bug girl knew that wasn’t the best place t display a dead body. Unless she wanted to play with the cops. Although….. no no cop playing today. She decided she liked this flower shop the way it was. Her bees thought it smelled nice, and the boy was. Well. The boy was cute. OK? Pix thought the boy was sort of cute. Sort of… he didn’t need some stupid over zellous cop coming in and ruining his business. The two of them could do a fine job of that on their own between the bugs and the over growth of plants. Not that, those wouldn’t be hard to clean up.
“Here.” Pix pulled the cacooned man’s shoulder up slightly, as large Hercules beetles started crawling out from under her pant leg. One by one the beetles scuttled under the man, so that slowly the girls didn’t have to pull him, but rather, the beetles carried him.
So she had walked into a shop that happened to have three other mutants in it. She looked between the girl and buy who were helping her face off against this… insert bad word here… and tried to decide who was doing what. Seeing that the boy was turning green, she assumed that he was the one manipulating the plants. Plus the fact that the other girl seemed to have a problem with her bugs.
Oh how the look on her face was entertaining.
Petunia smiled at her before she continued her manipulation of her little bugs. Every time one of the leaves of the plant broke her web, there were spiders sent to that area to reinforce the area. More and more spiders dripped down to the floor and scurried to help, and soon, there were enough spiders to cover the man, without their find threads encasing him. All working together to blanket him in the fine sticky fabric.
"So we gonna call dibs or just let the bugs eat him?"
Petunia grinned, and she ran her tongue over her upper front teeth. “I know where my vote lies.” She let her wing clatter and clap as she zipped to the other girl’s side. Throwing an arm over the other girl’s shoulders as her wings came to a halt and she dropped to her feet. Meaning to pull the other girls shoulders down to her level as if whispering a secret. The only thing was Pix wasn’t one to whisper. “I say we have some fun. Just letting my bugs eat him sounds too easy of an end.” Her eyes darted back to the boy that was the shop worker. Posibly owner? Pix didn’t know nor did she care. She thought his ability was cool. “After all. We probably just saved a rare plant. Right?” Pix nodded to herself. “Of course Right. If he treats us this way what would he do with a plant? Who knows.” Yup. That was right. not only did pix teach manners to gut suckers, she was a specialist in punishing for the what would probably happen.
Pix could have openly clapped when the little machine girl started coming apart even more. It seemed that the other girl had control of most of the parts, and hopped into the air, when her cell phone suddenly came apart, starting to attack her. Ouch! WTF! Thank goodness she didn’t have a watch. Though the boy seemed to… poor kid.
Now in the air, Pix’s wings flipped out, and buzzed into action through the long slots in the back of her coat. Kicking up the fabric and her hair, in her own little wind. Locus started swarming the shop, from under her collar and under her sleaves, Jumping straight up and grabbing the parts of the little machine girl, that weren’t made of metal. Nibbling them away till they were nothing. Then came the spiders. Spiders of ever shape and size crawled free from under Petunia’s shirt collar, her pant legs, and her sleeves. Dropping onto the floor and crawling to the disrespectful man, just like a classic horror movie.
In a matter of seconds, hundreds of spiders had dropped from their master, and were crawling around the wriggling rude male. Scurrying round and round and round him, dragging their webs, till he looked like a giant spool of thread. Petunia brought a hand up to her lips, where a single wasp was wiggling it’s way out of her skin, to freedom, and she kissed her little friend before giving it a blow. The wasp flew straight for the giant spool of thread, where a single patch of skin could be seen. There was where it stung the man, and the spool of thread instantly collapsed. He wasn’t dead, but he was out cold.
The man looked like he might actually raise a hand in Petunia’s direction. Oh just do it. She thought. Then he said…
"Jessica, There seems to be an obstruction in this man's shop. I think he would be very pleased if you removed it."
Who was Jessic? Pix looked around the shop. Then down at the little thing, that looked like it was having a fit. “Obstruction am I?” it didn’t make her mad that the man had squished one of her bees. There were more friends where that one came from. It bugged the bug girl that she was called an obstruction. Her hands went to her hips and she smile venomously as the plants started to rustle with their own activity. And it seemed the other girl in the shop got a bit of her own words in. Oh she had an interesting mutation. Pix assumed what was happening to the little Jessica was her doing.
"I believe the lady was talking to you."
“That’s right, and I’m not a normal obstruction.” Petunia was suddenly feeling very highly about herself. More than the usual. “I’m your Pain in your @**” Three Bees buzzed out from behind her collar and circled around behind the man’s backside before charging the very body part pix claimed to the the pain of. The bees aimed their stingers for his backside, and charged.
