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.
Her smile widened at the thought of home. "It's something, i'll give it that much." She started. "It has a lot of problems though. Back when I left tension between people with x-genes and those without were pretty high. There were a lot of protests. A lot of riots... nothing compared to here, but..." She thought back to her best friend at the time. It had been a while since she had checked in with her.
"I have a friend there, really nice girl who kinda took it on herself to fight for equality." She lifted her hands up, splaying them with all her fingers out on either side of her head. "She looks like a Peacock, you know? It's really funny when she gets angry. All her feathers stand on end." She wiggled her fingers for good measure, laughing at the image in her head. "The city itself is nice though... there is a really big artistic presence."
Reflecting on those memories was pleasant. They may have been turbulent times, but they had also been mostly peaceful. "I do miss it some days."
She turned her attention away from inward reflection and back to him. What he was saying didn't surprise her, really. It made her smile a little wider, even.
"It was pretty easy to pick you out of that group." She didn't catch the double meaning of her words as she moved on with her current thought pattern.
"I mean, you say things with honesty. Not a lot of people do that these days." She fiddled with her fork some more, casting a glance to the side. She happened to be one of those people. Never really saying what she really thought or felt. In some ways she wondered if it was just how the world had shaped them. "I think that's why you have a lot of people who admire you. You have integrity. You aren't just doing it look cool, or because it gets you something." She left out how she felt personally, feeling like that was just a tab to... personal. "I think it's really good of you to have adopted her, Elke... not many people are willing to take in kids once they have grown out of the cute chubby kid phase." She chuckled, "Really, she sounds like a pretty stereotypical teen. Probably won't grow out of it until she's in her twenties."
She tried to put some thought into what she would like to ask him. Questions on the spot were something she had never been very good at... she needed time to think and process her own thoughts. After a moment of quietly pondering on it, she dug up something to ask him.
She listened intently, half pondering what the 'something special' could be that the waiter mentioned, and half envisioning Saph in a squirrel suit fist fighting a tiger. It gave her a reason to chuckle. As she watched him though, she saw the expression on his face shift slightly. She wondered what girl he was talking about, but didn't dare ask. Generally anything to do with the opposite sex she had very little functional input on.
Instead, she shook her head slightly in response to him. "I'm not originally from here. It must have been before my time in New York." She glanced at the silverware on the table before her and fiddled with her fork. "Originally from Seattle. We never had any fun zoo shenanigans." She managed another smile, "On a different note, I liked all of your responses during that dumb game. They were really honest."
She laughed, "Wanna make bets on if their ratings will drop because of that episode?"
He greeted her and she chuckled. "I'll take your word for it, since I don't drive and all."
She half wondered if she had over dressed, but tossed the idea out a half second later. She hadn't exactly had but choice in outfit seeing as 99% of what she was wearing was borrowed from the girl in the room next to her. Whom, now that she thought about it, and seemed overjoyed to help out.
She followed him out to the car, and then they were on the road. Polite chatter here and there, nothing big on the drive. Then they were there, and before she knew it she was seated at a table. She took in the atmosphere quietly, unfolding the cloth napkin provided and placed it across her lap.
Menus were provided, drink orders were taken. The kindly waiter hurried off and Shelby blinked across the table at Saph. What was she supposed to say? Casual chatter was not generally a strong suit of hers.
"Did you really punch a Bengal tiger in the face?" ... Nice one, Shelby. She patted herself on the back.
She nodded, already planning the rest of the night. She would have time to work on her painting, get a shower and get ready. Then...
She blinked, a thought suddenly occurring to her. Did she even have anything to wear in a fancy restaurant? She only had a few outfits after... after having to leave so suddenly. She hadn't had time to pick through her the entire wardrobe she had managed to compile over the last three years.
She'd have to be picky with her look, or possibly ask one of the other mansion girls for a dress to borrow. "Eight sounds good to me. I'll be able to get some work done in between." She fished the phone he'd let her borrow from her pocket and handed it to him as they walked from the mall back to the car and smiled.
"Thank you by the way. I think I needed this a lot."
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A few hours later and Shelby was applying the finishing touches to her look for the night. It felt weird, getting dressed up after a few days of not even caring if she smelled funny.... but it felt good too. She felt clean. New. She glanced at herself in a mirror, plucking at the collar of the dress she had managed to borrow. Turns out she hadn't had anything appropriate for a fancy restaurant, anyway. This one was loose fitting, ended modestly just above her knees, and was a nice formal black with white spots. Her favorite part was the fact that it had pockets. Dresses with pockets were probably one of her most favorite things in the world.
Simple makeup finished the look. Burgundy lipstick with black eyeliner and mascara. The barest hint of burgundy eye shadow. She whisked her hair into a simple side braid. Elegant, yet functional, and tucked her wallet into her pocket. She slipped a pair of chunky black heels on as she exited her room, and made her way down to meet Saph.
His phrasing earned another laugh from her. She sprouted a grin to match his, which caused her glasses to slide down her nose again.
"Sounds like a plan, then!" She didn't even mind the grub joke. I mean, she probably would puke if someone actually tried to serve her one, but his sense of humor made the prospect bearable. He made going out bearable.
"Should we drop off the supplies before, or after? I just met her and all, but I get the impression that your daughter isn't likely to take to this," She wiggled the bags, ",very lightly. Sorry in advance for that."
Really, he could always lay the blame on her. She was the stranger who had interfered with what sounded like their normal routine, and she would willingly accept the blame should it come to that.
Things progressed a little slower after that. Saph, it seemed, was a celebrity of some sort. She allowed him his moment, stepping away so she could hunt down whoever it was that had her original clothing. When she came back he was just posing for pictures with various fans. She even had a few people approach her, all of whom who gushed about how lucky she was, and how jealous they were. She attempted to quietly dissuade them on the notion that they were a couple, while struggling with a massive amount of embarrassment.
Once his fans had let him go, she re-joined him. This time with the bags of supplies for his daughter in hand. A smile was still fixed in place on her face.
"Uh... So... That was something huh? You eh... Probably aren't hungry yet, huh?"
She chuckled, "I can think of a lot of other words for it, but yeah... that was something." She paused, adjusting her glasses. "Kinda weird seeing it play out from the other side of the screen. Even weirder being the one asking those ridiculous questions."
She smiled wider at his question about hunger, and shook her head slightly. "Actually, the opposite. I haven't really eaten anything save for a few fries." She neglected to mention that she hadn't really eaten much in the last few days, either... though not entirely on her own accord. Her appetite was virtually nonexistent, and what little food she did manage to get down left her feeling quite ill for a few hours after. The fries she had been eating earlier had been the first real food her stomach had wanted. She was still feeling that hungry, empty feeling even after all the excitement. "What would you like to do, Saph?"
She certainly didn't want to make any demands. He had invited her out because he needed the help, but also because he was trying to help her recover. She appreciated it, no matter what he chose to do in the end.
She couldn't really help it. His grin was infectious. He came out to greet her, shirtless even, and she couldn't help grinning like an idiot.
It only got worse when they started playing recaps, and she was able to see what had been going on behind her the whole time. The announcer was busy filling them in on what they had won, all of the fine details. Shelby had never been to a fancy restaurant in her whole life; she was three star restaurant kinda girl all the way. She should have been overjoyed. Should have been startled or shocked... something.
All she could focus on was the silliness up there on the screen. It was what she felt she truly needed. One hand lifted to cover her trembling lips, the other wrapping around her middle. To outside eyes it might have looked like she was overjoyed and about to cry. Really, she was doing everything in her power not to bust out laughing on TV.
She didn't last long, especially not when Saph was laughing himself. "Pahaha!" The first wave of laughter was accompanied by a snort. It only made her laugh harder. "Look at you! Ahaha!" They kept replaying him in a sumo suit, easily knocking his opponent out of the marked area in record time. Then in slow motion. Then they played the scene from him whipping the blonde one, figuratively and literally, at the elastic game.
She doubled over-herself, wiping fresh tears away as she struggled to get a hold of herself.
Shelby squinted at the answers. They were... oddly similar. Glancing back and forth between the two, her hand hovered mid air uselessly.
Which answer was she supposed to choose? The first had been the nicest. Spend you last few days with someone you loved. Go out comfortable.
...but, the second one...
"Now is the time to choose your winner, Heidi. Between the two answers you received, you must choose the one that resonates with you the most." The host turned away from her, gushing some more to the audience about the beauty of the moment they were witnessing.
What resonated with her the most?
She didn't want to go out comfortably. She didn't want to vanish like a snuffed flame in the night. Her expression darkened and she lifted a hand to point at booth number two. "I choose two."
She wanted to continue fighting, for however long she had left. The host looked conflicted, but continued anyway. "Contestant in booth number two! Please come out!"
She had to admit, the sounds coming from this particular game had a pained edge to them. She would have felt bad, save for the fact that they all seemed to be coming from the same guy. Considering who contestant 4 was, she wasn't terribly surprised. Still, The cheering from the crowd and the yelping did manage to work a tired smile onto her face. Even if it was basically entertainment for idiots, there were certainly facets she could appreciate... sometimes.
With the game over, they were down to two. Number 4 against number one. So far contestant had managed to score really when in numbers, while number 3 had manged to score really well in physical trials. Another card didn't appear, and she sent a quizzical glance at the host.
"We're down to just two contestants folks!" He started in, "and that means it's time to break out the tie breaker questions!" From within his suit coat he pulled out a golden envelope. A moment later it was handed to Shelby, and she turned it over in her hands as he continued to speak. "This special envelope contains questions designed to help our beautiful love quester on her journey to find mister right! And, to help further make the answers truly anonymous, the contestants numbers will be removed, and they will be taken into special Mystery Booths!"
There was movement on the stage behind her. Then, the host came over and motioned for her to stand. She did, and was turned to face the backside of the stage that had been blocked from her the majority of the game. Instead of six stools, now there stood two red velvet cloth booths. They were simply marked as 1 and 2. She didn't know which one held which person. On the outside of the booth was a small screen.
"Now, the last change to this game is that the contestants will not speak! Instead, they will write out their answers for our wonderful gal to read right here." He pointed to one of the screens. "All we need now if for you, Heidi, to pick one of the special questions!"
Some sort of countdown music started to play, and she hesitantly opened the envelope. Most of the questions were dumb. The same generic things she had been told to say the whole game show. But there was one that managed to stand out a little to her. She went with it. "If we had only one weekend together before the end of the world and we were to spend it together, what do you think we’d do?" She waited, hesitantly, for the answers to appear on the screens.
Once again, she made her choices and then moved on. The next round of sudden death popped up, this time with contestant 4 and contestant 3 battling against each other. This round, as the platform started to rise, she could tell it was going to be different than the last two.
"We are down to three contestants so far! That means that Sudden Death rounds have risen from level one, to level two!"
One, two sided table rose from under the stage. Stretched across it were multiple tightly stretched elastic bands
"This round will require that our two contestants... remove their shirts" The host wiggled his tie and waggled his eyebrows at the audience. The woo's and cheering that came after made it clear to her that this must have been a normal occurrence.
"Once the contestants are ready, they are too put on the provided felt belt," He held one up as an example. "Whenever a hit is landed from the other opponent, the contestant but put a large yellow X on the belt! After earning three of those x's, the unlucky fellow loses, and will be escorted off stage!"
Contestant 3, younger looking bloke with carefully constructed blonde hair, was quick to make a show of taking his shirt off. The women (and men) of the crowd cheered loudly. He got ready and took a side, scoping out the layout of the game as the host continued.
"Now, the idea behind this is to avoid getting hit by the elastic bands! Your opponent won't know exactly where you are due to the wall that separated the table... so you must use your best guess!"
There were plenty of cords. All he had to due was grab a little loop at the end of the elastic, pull as hard as he could and release. Blondie grinned. That meant that they had control over how much tension that wanted to put into the bands, and thus, how hard they could hit. He was first up, so he reached for one cord where he guessed the other guy might be, took a few steps back to put as much tension into the band as possible, and then released it.
Saph stole one question, that round. She placed the rest of the points in other categories, mostly based on how creative the responses were. At this point she had kind of gotten a grasp of what the goal was with this game. It wasn't true love (which she wasn't looking for, anyway) and it certainly wasn't honesty. They were looking for the most entertaining, tv worthy responses. There wasn't a shortage of them, either.
Based on the answers she had been given this round, she was pretty sure she knew which contestant Saph was. She could hear that honesty in his voice. The same that had been there a few night previous.
The host went on with his script, the scores were tallied and two of the stragglers were chosen to face off against each other. This time, the set was a long plank suspended over some kind of goopy green goo. The goal was to knock your opponent off with a double sided foam oar.
Shelby checked out, not really interested in the fight. Or the game, anymore. Even just a tiny reminder of what had happened knocked her emotionally off balance. She waited for the fight to end, grabbed the next card and read the questions off with a lot less enthusiasm or nervousness than she had before.
"What is something you’ve always wanted to try but have been too scared to?" She waited for the answers, picked winners quickly, and moved on.
"What is one of the weirdest things you used to do as a teenager?"
"Do you believe that the cup is half empty or half full?"
"If all of life's constraints were eliminated, what would you want to do every day?"
The last one struck a raw nerve, if only because she was already emotional. She bit down on the inside of her lip and glanced up at the lights to blink away any moisture before it could gather.
The host cheered, the crowd cheered (a few booed) and then the s match was over. Shelby itched to turn and visually see who was who. She had a lot of guesses, but with the altered voices it was making it rather hard. Still, they were now down to four contestants. It was only going to get tougher from here, probably.
Another card popped up, so she continued on. This one, she noticed, had four questions on it instead. "If you were crowned king of the whole world what would your first decree be?" She was genuinely interested in the answered for that question.
"Where do you see yourself 10 years from now?" That one sounded like it belonged on a job application. Most of the questions she had read left her feeling a little like there was a huge play on her being a weak, helpless woman. She wasn't entirely surprised, but it still left a sour taste in her mouth.
"What’s your favorite cheesy pick-up line? Have you ever used it for real?" She cracked a smile at the last one. She had a feeling there would be some good ones in this lot.
And lastly, "What is your favorite physical attribute about yourself?"
The answers she received were, um.... personal. Very personal. But the crowd ate it up. She gave away the winning score for the first question to 5, the third to 4, and the last to 5 as well.
"Alrighty, lets calculate the scores!" She could hear electronic beeping over her shoulder, and the crowd gasps. "My my! Looks like we have a new lead! A tie, and you know what that means, folks?!"
The crowd started to chant excitedly. "Sudden Death! Sudden Death!"
The platform started to move again, but this time instead of water bikes, there was a padded platform with two large, inflated suits. Sumo suits.
"First contender to knock the other out of the ring wins! The loser must leave the game!"
Most of the answers were obviously generic. She waited until each had answered and then pressed the button for which one she felt had the best answer and rated them accordingly. Contestant 4 had earned the first win; she liked his answer the best out of all of them. Contestant 6 won the second question; she liked the idea of soup and books. The last question, though, went to 4 as well. And honestly it was hard to try and stifle her laughter. Don't get her wrong, right at first she had blinked and given the host a puzzled look. He seemed just as confused as her. But then, as that contestant kept talking, and got more and more detailed, she found herself chuckling behind a hand. It was funny! Like he had legitimately juts planned the whole thing out!
Once the questions had been rated, the scores popped up on the screen above each man. The host was quick to jump back into action:
"Alright, folks! With the first round of questions done it looks like we have ourselves a lead, and two contestants trailing behind!" The gathered crowd cheered, and Shelby got herself back under control. "You know what that means?!"
An alarm started blazing, with red and white lights included. "Suuuuddeeeeen Deeeeath!" The floor under the contestants jerked suddenly, then started to move. From beneath the floor came two stationary pedal bikes in shallow pools of water. Attached to them were hoses and tall, thin water tanks with floating hearts inside.
"Alright gentle men! Would contestants one and five please come on down!" They did, reluctantly. The host kept going. "Please, hop on the bikes as I explain the game! Now, here is how it works. You will both start to pedal as fast as you possibly can as soon as the bell chimes. the more you petal the more the tanks fill up." They had the chime go off, as an example. "The goal is to get the hearts inside the water tank to the top. The bikes will cycle through varying difficulty settings, so be wary! Once one of you hits the top the bell will ring again, and the lucky winner gets to stay in the competition for another round!"
A moment later the bell chimed, and the two men furiously went at it. The difficulty on the bikes changed multiple times, as well as the angle they they were riding on and the speed they were going. It was a tough test, but ultimately one of them did win. Contestant number 1 got his hearts to the top of the tank the quickest and the bell chimed again.
"We have a winnnnner!" The crowd screamed. As one man was led off the stage and the other took his seat, another card of questions popped out of her console. Shelby reached out and grabbed it, cleared her throat and set about reading off the next group of questions.
She felt her face flush at the content of the questions. "W-we went out for a romantic dinner, and are headed home. What are your plans for us once we walk in the door?" She felt like melting into the seat, and fanned herself with the card as she waited for answers.
"It's my birthday, but I had to work all day. When I get home what kind of surprise have you got in store for me?"
"We are out on a date, a kid walks up and kicks you in the shin. What do you do?"
Jordon introduced each contestant as they walked out, had them sit, and then turned back to Shelby. Or, Heidi as she was now known.
"Now, Heidi, lets get started with the first round of questions?"
A pink envelope popped out from a small slot on the table in front of her. She reached out to carefully grab it, open it, and leaned a little closer to the mic provided for her.
"Contestants, lets say that you and I have gone on a cruise to somewhere special of your choosing. Where would you take me, and why?" She cleared her throat quietly, glancing at the host, who shot her an encouraging smile.
When they had answered that question, she chose the winner via the buttons and moved onto the next question. "I've got the flu, and can't leave the house. How would you take care of and comfort me?"
She waited again, chose the winner, and then moved on again. "I.. um..." She cleared her throat again. Re-reading the next question. Did they seriously expect her to read it out loud? For them to answer? "W-we have gone on a trip into the jungle, and have been attacked by a pack of wild lions. How would you protect me and get us both out safely?"
