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.
"Trying to take u' a career in hone decorating, kid? You hurt?"
She laughed, and had a retort primed and ready on the tip of her tongue for whoever the wise cracker was. Shelby picked up a large, pointy piece of glass and set it in one palm, as she turned to cast at glance at the speaker.
"AHHHH!!!"
She bolted. All she had seen was a Roach-shaped-person standing there before her, albeit with an entirely different paint job, to make the snap decision to run for it. The woman practically scrambled on all fours away, jolted to her feet and went sprinting down the hallway away from the figure.
In her flight, she hadn't even noticed that she'd squeezed her hand around the broken glass reflectively and given herself a decent cut, which trailed little droplets behind her as she ran in a frenzy.
"Came here for school." She let her spoon dip into the bowl and played with her food a little. "Don't get me wrong, there were plenty of schools in Seattle." lopsided smirk graced her lips. "There just weren't many offering the degree I wanted. A lot of the art scene over there was focused on graphic artists, animation, and the like. I was looking for more of a conventional 'fine art' angle. Old school."
The next question caught her off guard and she blinked owlishly at the woman. "...Mutation?"
Then it all came back to her and her cheeks flushed red. The cover story! Oh s%$t! She'd forgotten all about it, practically. A nervous laugh proceeded what she was about to say, and she scratched at her chin. "Promise not to tell?"
A beat passed. "I'm not actually a mutant... but I've got a pretty powerful mutant after me. Saph, that guy I keep mentioning? He's the one who originally saved me, and set the whole thing up. My cover name is 'Heidi', by the way."
Nervously she shifted in her seat. "Kinda forgot about that whole thing while talking too you." She smiled, and hoped that the news wasn't going to turn their interaction sour in any way. So far she really liked Zinnia. The woman seemed really very caring. It was nice to see the school cared enough about their students to make sure to hire good people.
"Thank you." The plain porridge was much different from other foods, she noticed. She hadn't eaten anything like it in a long, long while. Her diet at the dorms had basically consisted of eggo waffles and however much ramen she was able to get into her stomach. Not the healthiest, and certainly the most stereotypical... but also the cheapest thing you could buy.
When it was set in front of her she wrinkled her nose, expecting the worst... but one taste and she found that it wasn't much different from drinking water. It had it's own taste, sure... but it was super bland as well. She didn't have much trouble getting at least a few bites down before she gave it a pause.
"I'm sure if you were to ever ask my mom, she would say yes." She chuckled, "but really I only started taking art seriously in Middle school." She could still remember the defining moment when she had decided that she wanted to be able to draw. Not just good, but at all. She'd forced herself to learn the basics through a few years of tracing and repetition, before a creative flare had taken her over and she started to develop her own style.
"I grew up in Seattle, not here. New York is bigger, obviously, but Seattle manages to pack a lot of stuff into a very small space." She envisioned the lights. The street art, and the various shops that littered the patchwork streets. "There is a huge focus on art."
She chuckled nervously at his question, but tried to tip-toe around it. Instead of answering she hurried in behind him, careful not to drop any papers along the way. She didn't pay much attention to the state of his room, or him as he slipped pants on. Really all she was looking for was a good place to set all of her notes down where she wouldn't lose them.
"Okay, so first I just wanna say i'm not crazy." She paused, because she really wanted to get that through to him. "I'm just a little sleep deprived, andpossiblyalittlhungry, but that is beside the point." She rushed through her explanation, already in the process of spreading out the papers on the most viable, flat surface. His bed.
"I've been looking into sightings of Roach." She started, already having a hunch of the way he would respond to her because of that, so she hurried onward. "I've managed to find tons of sightings of him throughout the city, and while not all of them are documented there are quite a few that are." She held up one of the first shining examples she had found, the incident at the donut shop. "For example, a few years back he was spotted in this store by multiple witnesses. There was an assault, destruction of property, and somewhere a police report on it." She grumbled to herself about not having access to such things, though, and climbed onto the bed to reach a different paper.
"And this one here; he was spotted scaling the side of a building in broad daylight with an abducted woman, who he then threw off the top of the building. There were multiple witnesses, and a lot of different perspectives on the story." She had forgotten her laptop, so she couldn't show him the video, but she did have a grainy still shot from the video.
... Girlfriends? She blinked and then her mouth made a little 'o' and she fully understood. Jack was Zinnia's significant other. They were a couple! She giggled to herself, nodding, "Gotcha. Scouts honor I won't spill the beans."
When it came to what she liked better, she had to think about what her brain would really let her eat. "...uh.. plain porridge? I don't know if I can handle anything super sweet." Or anything green. Or anything even remotely vinegar. Or meat.
Thinking about it was making her sick, she forcefully turned her attention elsewhere.
Something crashed inside the room. Wide eyed, she glanced up and down the hall around her. Perhaps this was the wrong room? She zeroed in on the door number with an intensity only a severe lack of sleep could bring about. Nope. She recognized the room number.
More crashing, and cursing this time, ensued. She backed away from the door a step. It flew open suddenly and out lunged Saph, immediately scanning the area. Then he focused on her, and she grinned guiltily. "Yes?" She paused, "Wait no." She paused again.
"Perhaps? Can I come inside? I have something I need to show you!"
She simply smiled at the woman, a short brittle smile. There wasn't much she could say other than 'me too.'
"Can't say i'm not happy to hear that. Last three years of college would have been a waste, otherwise." A true smile this time. "I'm in my third year toward my BFA." She paused, thinking over that, and then clarified. "Bachelors of fine arts degree. Pratt Institute."
Fiddling with her cup, she moved her eyes around the room. Then the offer to buy the piece caught her attention and drew it back. "Really?" She blinked, sitting up a little higher in her chair. "I mean, I would need to get permission from the model before I could sell it. She doesn't exactly know that i'm painting her... yet..." That would be a discussion for another time.
"Safe?" She echoed, gaze growing distant again. "I feel safer here than anywhere else, but..." She blinked away sudden tears, and breathed out slowly through her nose. "I dunno. I guess the whole world just feels upside down right now." She laughed again, this time with actual feeling in it. "If it helps, Saph pretty much swore to me that this was the safest place on earth, and anyone who attacked it would have to be a complete idiot."
She nodded along, attentively listening. "I can try that." She replied. She hadn't tried sleeping anywhere other than her assigned room, in her assigned bed. She made a mental note to try 'napping' places.
The bit about sleeping with someone else she knew all too well. She was just to terrified to ask someone about it, considering she only knew a handful of the people at this place. She liked the idea about making herself rules too. "Thank you. I hope maybe incorporating some of those ideas of yours into my routine will help." She chuckled, "It's getting really hard to hide it." It was a hollow laugh.
She cast a glance to the side, unsure if she should address what the woman had said. The 'he can't hurt me' part, specifically. Not like she was in any position to offer advice. The very sight of a package of gummy worms filled her with dread.
"Normally I paint when i'm like this," She angled a glance down at her feet, at the unfinished painting. "It used to help." She frowned and sipped at her milk again, debating just how much she was allowed to spill to the nurse.
"I used too." She muttered, trying and failing to not envision the taste of most candied things. The information about a counselor earned a quiet sigh from her and she nursed her glass of milk.
"I've already been appointed on. My first appointment is a few days from now." She frowned, and decided to take another sip of milk. "It's hard, because I have to be accompanied when I leave. I can't go alone." That made outside appointments frustrating to get too. She had to plan with someone else for the trip, and if there was no one available, or an emergency came up she was out of luck.
"I can ask Saph about potentially getting a different one. Mines police appointed." She paused, angling a funny look at the table. That had sounded better in her head. 'Police appointed'
A short lapse of silence followed. Until, "... Do you have any tips about how to go about sleeping?" She fixed pleading look on the woman without really intending too.
She shuffled in behind the woman depositing her stuff next to the table. Then she snagged a chair and sat down. With her arms rested in front of her on the table top, she watched the woman's, Zinnia's movement with apprehension.
When Milk was set down in front of her she cringed visibly and shot a desperate look at the woman. One that clearly stated 'Do I have too?'
When the next question came from Zinnia, she didn't really know how to respond. "I... I don't know if I should." Her gaze traced her fingers, wound around the glass and crusted with little bits of different colored paints.
"I'm here because of some kind of protection program. I don't know how much I'm allowed to say." Hesitantly, if only to appease the woman, she lifted the cup and took a sip of the milk. It didn't taste bad. Didn't taste like much of anything. She still had to quell a spell of sickness when it hit her stomach, though.
After a moment with her eyes closed and her brows screwed together, she opened them again and fixed them on Zinnia. "Saph is the one who brought me here. Worked things out so that I can stay until..." She trailed off, gaze becoming slightly unfocused as she zoned out.
"Anyway, I haven't been able to sleep really, or eat." She wasn't sure if she wanted to say how long it had been, but she also wasn't sure if it was a super good idea to leave it out.
Her gaze dragged back up at the woman's words and she nodded slightly. She didn't think anyone sent to cause her more pain would try and calm her down at all. She followed her directions as best she could, slowly in and out. It did start to help her calm down. She nodded along nervously, peeking into the basket.
That small action actually absolved a lot of her stress. When she had calmed down enough she nodded her head sullenly, and moved to stand. If she were going to follow the woman inside for water and shade, she was going to bring her stuff with her. After packing away her paints and brushed haphazardly, she snatched up the canvas in one arm and he easel in the other.
"...No, i'm not on any medications currently." She laughed shakily. "...I don't know his number. I've only been here for a week." She could imagine Saph's face when he would eventually hear about this. The time a trained school nurse nearly sent her into a full blown melt down. He would lock her in her room for sure, or a psych ward.
"I.." She struggle to find the words for what she wanted to say, "I'm sorry for freaking out on you. I didn't really mean too, it's just been a... a very long week. My name is Shelby."
If she could have, she really would have turned green at that point. Instead, the sleep deprived part of her mind latched onto the wording and she virtually stopped breathing.
Was this woman another plant from that monster? Was she here solely for the purpose of torturing her some more? Her pupils dilated and a sheen of sweat sprang instantly onto her skin. She wondered where Saph was. How far away he was, and how quickly he could get to her if she started screaming.
"W-what did you just say?"
There was a small part of her that was murmuring in some semblance of a sane manner. That this woman wasn't a plant from Roach. That she wasn't trying to feed her another friend, or god only knew what else. That she was safe in the school, just as Saph had promised.
But it didn't stop her from fixing her wide, shaken gaze on the basket the woman was holding. It didn't stop her from imagining all of the horrible things she could be hiding in it.
She winced again, mostly at how transparent she seemed to be right now. Trying to cover it all up when she didn't have any energy to put into inventing a cover up wasn't working. She ranted at herself in her head, not wanting to turn back and have the woman see the distress on her face. Maybe if she old her Saph was already helping her that would take care of things?
Then tea was brought up, she all her fell out of her seat twisting around as fast as she did. It made her back ache in pain, from where pudds had sent her flying through a set of metal doors. "No!" The volume she'd said that at hurt her throat again, and she coughed. Okay, maybe that was a little too dramatic, she tried to pull it back a little.
"...I kinda need to make my own stuff. I have to see it." She paused, agonizing on the inside over how little sense that made. "I have to know what's in it."
Setting her brush down on the lip of the easel, she turned on the bench to face the woman. "I... um... Saph is already helping me with-" Her crippling fear? The nightmares? The borderline eating disorder she'd gotten stuck with.
....maaaaybe she hadn't told him about those things, yet. "-with my problem." She dearly hoped name dropping him would help.
The woman stayed silent, and Shelby stared to sweat bullets. She wasn't going away, she was just watching.
“You wanna snickerdoodle? They go best with cocoa or milk, but they’re ok by themselves.”
Her stomach growled again, and she cursed under her breath. Cookies had always been a weakness for her. Gradually she turned to cast a glace back at the woman, a funny expression locked on her face. She eyed the cookie the woman was eating, and after a moment of contemplating how to tasted she could have turned green from the sudden nausea that hit her. It probably tasted sweet, like that soda at the restaurant her Saph had been lured into.
Overwhelming guilt swiftly replaced the nausea, and she swallowed thickly. "N-no thank you. I-" How did she politely decline without sounding suspicious? Dammit she didn't have the energy for this! Fibbing was hard when you were tired and hungry.
"I don't know if my stomach will agree with it. Thank you though." With a sigh, she dropped her hand to her lap and fixed her eyes on her painting. It was easier to think about that, than anything real she was dealing with.
A voice from behind gave her a start, and with a flinch she turned. Thankfully, she hadn't been mid-stroke when she'd gotten caught by surprise. There was a woman behind her, giving her a critical eye that made her instantly nervous.
"Um.. Yes, actually." She was glad to see the figure was recognizable, and that she'd done a good enough job that it hadn't incited instant aggro rage. She'd learned the hard way in one of her first figure classes that not everyone appreciated her particular brand of honesty.
The next question paused her to sputter and shoot an accusatory glance at her tummy. "P-pardon?" Traitor! "I ate earlier today..." She sifted her face away, dead set on not looking at the woman any longer. With her luck she would end up being some kind of mutant who could smell lies or something.
It wasn't a complete lie, anyway... if water counted that is. Lifting her brush again, she attempted to add a little more green to a part of the painting.
