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.
As she watched, she reached down to reclaim her drink and casually sipped it. All he had to do was say something, a command, and things would appear. It was like the realistic manifestation of cheat codes. Even more interesting was the contraption he had appear next. She fiddled with the zoom button so she could see it clearer, temporarily setting her drink down beside her so she could hunch over. "Woah, is that a motor?" She was talking to herself, mostly, as she attempted to dissect it with her eyes. From what he had told her about his power, it certainly made sense. Kinda genius in fact. She marveled at it.
The small roach, Eric was his name, cautiously made his way toward the edge of the console table. It was his first day on the job, so he was nervous about pulling it off. Roach had been gracious in his explanation of what the job duties entailed, but so many other more seasoned roaches had come before him. He was excited to be able to prove himself just as capable.
Unfortunately, the room was a fully sealed in room. A vent, as he spied, was located across the room at the edge of the wall... so he had at least one escape route should things go sour. The layout of the room left him with little places to hide, however... so that was a problem. Especially since he needed to be able to get somewhere where he could see the woman, Shelby, and the screen that was attached to the other room. That meant climbing a wall.
Shelby was fixated on the screen. So far Saph had exploded one of the creatures, whom she was not familiar with. Perhaps it was some sort of mutant villain? Like the bone woman she'd heard so much about? She mentally shrugged. She watched for a while longer. While reaching to grab her drink, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye and startled.
The cup tipped over as she yanked her hand back and scooted away from what had appeared to be antenna, and found herself suddenly locked in a short, tense stare down with a bug.
... a cockroach.
..... COCKROACH!?!!
The insect vanished and she bolted to her feet, rounding the corner of the table just as it scurried away to the other side of the room. She saw it scurrying, and quickly at that, and snatched the now empty cup from the console to bolt after it.
It appeared to be going for a vent on the other side of the room, which she beat it too... but then changed course to charge up the wall and onto the ceiling where she couldn't get it. That started another tense stare down as both of them tried to figure out what to do next.
"Y-your one of his, then... right?" Oh god, she'd kind of hoped that she was actually being too paranoid and that she didn't actually have bugs following her.
Meanwhile, her forgotten drink was currently soaking into the spaces around buttons and dials. A few moments later a soft electrical zapping sound could be heard, and the small screen started to flicker a little....
Shuddering, she happily agreed to change the subject. "It depends, really. On average I leave the dye in my hair about 45 minutes or so, and then you rinse it out." It helped that the dye she typically used had very strict directions.
"For your hair it will be about the same, but I'll have to work quickly. You generally want the 45 minute wait to start after the last of the dye is in." She had settled her bag next to her, and was hovering the the basket between her legs.
"For the hidden part I don't think it will take too long. And while yours is setting in I can touch mine up." Hers would be easier, too. She really just needed to take care of the roots. "Really, the only part that will be time consuming is the bleaching part. I'll have to take some of the color out of your hair before we can put the other colors back in."
She stuck her tongue out at him, cheeks puffed out, as he left the room. Suuuure, torture her by waiting. Fine! She could deal with it for now.
She watched him enter the room on the screen, going over in her head what his directions had been again. Then his voice crackled to life over the intercom. "Test... Can you hear me? Alright... Begin simulation...eh... 117b!"
She pushed the button he had indicated and leaned toward the mic. "I can hear you loud and clear!" This was neat. Like she was in some kinda sci-fy movie. Hopefully without inevitable movie monster, though. As she watched, the room depicted in the screen started to change. It gradually started to shift into New York, what part of the city she didn't know, and cars and people populated. It was visually just like a video game. She pressed the button again. "Wow! This is super neat!"
Then, screaming started.
Annnnd there was the movie monster. Or monsters in this case. At the crest of a hill toward the back of where she could see on camera people started to run. Then there was this awful scratching, growling that started up... and she noticed large hulking figures started to appear. She hit the button again as uncertainty took root. Was this supposed to happen?
"Uh... Saph? What's going on?"
Unbeknownst to her, while she was occupied with watching the screen, another creature in the room was using the distraction to escape from her drink cup. The lid popped open on one side slightly and two long, delicate antenna popped out. They wiggled briefly, before the lid moved again and a cockroach eased itself out of the cup. It took a moment to shake off any residual moisture from it's body, and then skittered down the cup and up onto the side of the control panel.
She cleaned herself up with the napkin, sitting back in her chair and gripping her stomach a little harder than before. It was empty now, which was good for all future barfing incidents... but also meant that the good work she'd managed to do was undone. She'd have to try all aver again when she got back to the mansion.
The cookies were obviously a goner, but Zinnia took it like a champ. Shelby was infinitely grateful for that. "I'll be fine.. I think. Just... Just try not to bring up anything about cooking..." It was a weird request, and she wasn't about to go into detail on it, but thankfully it was also easy to pass off on just having a sensitive stomach.
"I'll wait till our stop... the store should have a drinking fountain. I can clean up a little there." She eyed the basket and cringed. "Can i hold those at least? I don't want them leaking on you or anything... I think i've already subjected you to enough.."
She wandered in behind him, sipping on a mystery drink, already scoping out the room with her eyes. It was.... small?
"Well, the observation room, actually. The Danger room access is close by. Figured I can use this to show off while keeping you away from the big explosions I make happen."
Ooohhh. She peered at the screen as he messed with the keyboard, not even bothering to try and hide her fascination. She had never seen anything like it before. It was truly a spectacle. As he explained she listened, and nodded along. Honestly, she was terrified of the idea or touching anything on the complicated looking panel. She was handy with regular computers, sure... but this? This was not a regular computer by a long shot.
"Of course." She started, leaning back and eyeballing the only chair in the room. "I mean, it's certainly not what I was expecting, but if you're going to be blowing things up it's probably for the best." She didn't want him destroying any of the school on her request after all.
She memorized how to talk to him, because the likelihood that she would forget the majority of what he had showed her, but if she at least had access to talking to him he could probably walk her through it again.
"I think this is waaay more than I was expecting, but also super awesome." She beamed, sitting in the chair and swiveling it a few times. "What kinda things are you planning on showing me?" She set her drink on the floor, next to the console-thing, not wanting it to be anywhere near all of the complicated technology.
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She heartily agreed. Or, well, normally did. If coffee was involved now it would probably end up being black and sugarless.... bleh. She shuffled herself into a seat with Zinnia's request and set her bag in her lap, with the little fold up easel tucked between her knees.
This was kinda nice, if she didn't say so herself. Normal. Like this was just another day ushering herself back and forth from school to work, or work to school. Like she would be home soon and Jen--
She shuddered, suppressing another sudden anxiety attack. It was the little thoughts like those that really threw her off. Made her stomach turn and a light sweat always broke out on her skin. She comforted herself by hugging her bag to her stomach and smiling through the anguish at Zinnia.
“The cookies’ll keep. I’d say I’ll make her more but I have such a terrible track record in the kitchen, I pretty much murder anything I try to cook.”
Guuugrrrle... and then she immediately leaned over and lost the small meal she had eaten into the cookie basket. Mostly because it was the closest container and she didn't relish throwing up all over the floor of public transportation.
The food that had just barely settled was easily ejected at the mere mention of murdering and cooking in the same sentence. It didn't help that she had already been thinking about her roommate. People who were aware enough to notice wisely got up and moved to different seats further away from them, while Shelby gripped a hand over her mouth and stared, horrified at Zinnia.
"...I'm so sorry... Tears pricked her eyes. She started deep breathing like Zin had shown, before another full blown attack struck her.
Her excitement was palpable, and obvious. She would have hugged him if she knew him better, and if she wasn't currently drenched from the shower. Instead, she popped out a pinky at him and grinned.
"Pinky promise. Won't utter a word."
She didn't even know what 'it' was yet, and that only seemed to add a flare of mystery to it.
Laughing, Shelby dug her own bus pass out as well. "Maybe i am, but only when it comes to frivolous things?" She could imagine that. "What type of coffee do I want?" She mimicked a different voice, then pressed two fingers to her temple and squinted. "Hmmm... White chocolate Mocha, two shots, half caf. No whip." Then a fake gasp. Perfect.
"It's settled then. We get a spectrum of color for yourself, and i'll grab my pink and we'll make a day of it." She did wonder though, what Zinnia might have been doing before she stumped upon her.
"What about all of those cookies, though? Were they for Jack?"
She could see a bus approaching in the distance, and prepped herself to board.
"Towel's on the right. Just got the one. I got the day off today. You want to see if we can dig anything else up?"
She followed his gesture with her eyes, still rubbing at her face with the back of a palm. It came away smudged black. She frowned deeply at it and huffed. So help her, if she looked like a hipster with a beard now...
"Thanks, I think i'll take you up on that offer. Don't really wanna do the walk of shame back to my room with a full beard."
Now, what did she want to do with the rest of the day? She'd already gotten up and headed for his bathroom, but she stopped and turned halfway there. "I dunno. Kinda want to take a break from playing a sleuth, at least for a bit. Give my brain a chance to cool down." She pondered on it, thinking back to the conversation that had had the night before.
"Hey, I know... Remember last night? You explained all of the stuff you can do." And some of the not so nifty things. She quirked an eyebrow at him, "Would you be up for showing me some of it? You know, now that you don't have to save me every five seconds."
She paused, letting her question settle, then added in, "I'll show you my nose-licking-trick." She resisted puppy eyes for exactly five seconds, before throwing them in on top of it all. Once she had an answer, she excused herself to his bathroom to take a quick shower and scrub the junk off her face. She also puzzled over where he had managed to procure a three-in-one shampoo/conditioner/body wash from this day and age. She hadn't seen one in years!
A few moments later she returned, looking like a damp truffula tree from the kids books. She blinked at him, de-tangling her hair with her fingers. "Hope you don't mind, I just hung your towel back up. Only used it on my hair."
Offhandedly, she wondered if he smelled like the shampoo/conditioner/bodywash she had used. It was nice.
"Guess it never hurts. Not sure how that would help sleeping like roadkill, but you know. Baby steps."
She turned from her task and gawked at him in mock offense. "Roadkill?! How dare you!" Then promptly laughed, and totally started panicking inwardly on the down-low. How long had he been awake?! "Well for one I don't normally sleep all flopped out like roadkill. I sleep in a tight little fetal ball, just like every other normal person in this city, this day and age."
"Sorry about trying to read the words printed on your cheek. How do you feel? A little better?"
Words on her--? Abstract horror replaced the mock offense, and she slapped hand over the area the page had been. Oh god! She was a flippin' book! She fought back a furious blush and sat right back down so she could use the bottom of her shirt to try and scrub the offending ink off.
"Other than feeling like a zombie.. yeah, I think I feel better." She glanced up at him, silently asking if she had removed all the words with a finger pointed at her face. "Feels like my head is a bit clearer. Not full of muck."
She was sure she had heard a 'happens more than you know' in there, and paled. Oh god, had she just become one of them? She felt the overwhelming need to clarify things, and struggled to her feet. "Jack, wait!"
Smuggling her easel under one arm, she hurried after the larger woman. "I-i wasn't screaming at you!" She started, and then immediately wondered if she was backing herself into a corner with her explanation. "There's this guy, uh... not that you are at all manly, and," Sh*t! She was totally backing herself into a corner. She shrugged her bag back up onto her shoulder awkwardly. "Well anyway, this guy is a total psychopath." Cringe "Not that you look like a psychopath either."
She sighed, giving up on the bag as it kept slipping back down. "Look, I got attacked by some creep not too long ago and he looked kinda like you. When I saw you, not even all of you.. just parts... I thought it was him. I freaked out." Her cheeks reddened and she swallowed. "I apologize for that... I most definitely not would have screamed at you like that had I not already been.." She struggled for a word to describe how she felt,scrunching her eyebrows above her glasses. "Damaged by some monster out in the city."
"Ugh, Bus please." Her face scrunched up as she shouldered her bag. "Cab drivers give me serious anxiety."
"We can find most things as Mel's. It's a little corner store type business scattered around. I get the dye there, and I know most of the bus routes to get there." In fact, she knew where quite a few of those stores were. She'd had to stop and pick up dye from various places based on convenience. "They should have brushes and all of the other things we will need." She paused to check and make sure her wallet was in her bag. Thankfully it was.
"Do you have a favorite color?" She smiled, "When I first started messing with dye, I picked my favorite color at the time and just dyed the very tips of my hair." She let Zinnia lead them as she talked, taking her time to inspect the other woman. "I figured that if I really ended up hating it, I could just cut it off."
Even at that age she had been toeing the 'normal' line though. Zinnia looked for all intents and purposes a mature, regular woman. She didn't have a billion tattoos or piercings, and her hair was an average length and cut. "I would probably do a panel," She lifted a hand to point to where those would go, "which a lot of people usually do in front on either side, or the ends." She lifted some of her hair, separating the top from bottom. "Oooor, you could do a hidden color. I'm not as good with putting those in on myself, cuz they involve a lot of separating hair. But I'm sure I could effectively hide some color in there. Then, when you want to you can have it show, other wise your hair just looks normal.
She giggled, "Heck, you could even do a rainbow if you wanted too. Those have been popular lately."
She awoke like death. Or felt like it, at least. Blearily she cracked an eye open, blinked, and pondered going back to sleep.
... Then she started to remember where she was. How she had gotten there, and what had happened. But, above all else, she had slept. Pretty soundly too, considering it looked like she may have been drooling. Which also meant she may have been snoring. Crapbaskets. Gingerly, before she even noticed that Saph was awake, she set about lifting herself back up. Moving her head provided support that she had in fact drooled, since there was a sheet of paper stuck to her skin. Removing it, unbeknownst to her, left some of the ink on her skin. It looked like she had part of a book tattooed on her cheek and chin.
Then, half way through, she noticed Saph seemed to be conscious. Although since her glasses had fallen off at some point during the night, it was a little hard to tell. "Oh, uhhh... Morning?"
Or afternoon. She couldn't tell. She fumbled for her glasses and pulled more papers off of her. In the process, she discovered that she should not have been sleeping in that position. "Ohhh... Owwww." A groan, immediately followed by a stretch. "I think I need to start jogging again."
With a sigh, she slumped and cast a glance around the room. There was paper on the floor now, and she had just noticed the alarm clock in the wall (as well as all the dents from previous alarm clocks), and at some point in the night it looked like she'd probably kicked his blanket off the bed.
She scratched at the back of her neck and shot him a guilty smile as she started to get up. "Sorry about messing up your room... and the alarm clock?" She assumed it had been the thunk she had heard the previous night. She started to try and pickup the thousand-card-pickup that was the document mess.
Plans? Like go out and get hairstyle plans? Like a puppy her ears perked. It had been a few days since she had last stepped outside the school grounds. Was she even allowed to leave without an officer of some sort? Did a nurse who was staffed at the school count?
"Erm..." She pondered the possibilities quickly. If they just ran out real quick to the nearest place and grabbed it, what could be the harm? "Sure, why not. I can finish the painting later tonight. Kinda lost muse for the moment anyhow." Reaching down to grab her things, she stood from her stool. "Mind if I take my things with?"
She laughed. It was nice that he humored her. "Yup, best super power ever. Someone give me a prize."
She closed her eyes trying to envision all of the downsides he mentioned too. Not being able to ride a bike? No swimming? No thank you. She kinda liked both of those activities.
Now she was imagining him with yellow duck arm floats and a safety tube around his waist. She laughed again.
"I'll cross lazy Sunday bike rides and pool parties off the date list, then."
One deep breath in at her own joke, a soft chuckle, and she was out like a light. Three days worth of sleep deprivation decided to come calling and she didn't have the energy to put up a fight.
