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?
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The artist blushed a bit at the compliments. It was always pleasing to hear, especially now that she was on the other side of getting them, vs saying them to other mutants.
"Thank you." Oof... floating was, uh, fun when you were well past tipsy. It was almost hard to stabilize herself enough to look around and not accidentally send herself spinning away like Steph had. Shelby held a hand out as an offer to help the woman stay close and somewhat stable.
"I haven't shown many people yet. It's actually still pretty new to me, too." She watched as a small dot of a star slowly ambled past. "That painting I have in the studio is like this too. It's a scenic-" She trailed off suddenly as her eyes landed on another doorway at the other end of the space. She turned to confirm that there was still an exit behind there, hanging on the black wall of the rounded space.
"...Huh?" She turned back to that other exit across the way and then noticed for the first time that there were actually many exit paintings hanging on the walls in the gloomy light. Had.. she just never noticed that before?
"...Okay, so... before I sound insane let me explain something real quick." Was this a new aspect of her power she had failed to notice? Where had the other frames come from? She pointed out the exit frame behind them. "That is how we got in. I touch that painting and we switch to the outside world where my locket dropped." The exit frame she was talking about was a scenic painting of the exact place they had standing beside the stairs.
"Normally there's only one... one way in, one way out. I-I don't know what those other frames are, or why there are in here." She was nervous to a degree, but also a little excited about something new. Maybe this was like what she had been experimenting with by bringing in paintings to the space?
"Wanna come see what they are real quick? I can take you back out first if you'd rather not..."
She waiting for an answer, before paddling herself over to the closest frame. To her surprise, it wasn't something she remembered ever painting. Quite a few of the frames were of paintings and pictures in various mediums that she had never created.
Shelby's mind whirled with various possibilities until she spotted one that she had definitely created.
"My painting!" It was the very one she was upset about not being able to get! Another oil painting of various intricate stars and planets, centered around a colorful swirling nebula, with a celestial woman, naked as the day she was born, formed out of various parts of it.
"Is this an exit now? Or.. an entrance?" So many possibilities. If she touched it would she be able to going into that painting when she was already in another one?
"... This has never happened before." She glanced at Steph, puzzled, and unsure of what to do.
Ah, well at least her nerdy personality was still working in her favor it seemed. April broke down into laughter at her dancing, and Shelby grinned sheepishly at her while holding her spatula like a microphone.
"And when I get that feeling, I want sexual healing, sexual healing, oh baby... Makes me feel so fine~"
Her mic-ula dropped a little as April prowled over and she grinned widely as the woman's hands returned to her face. Her squawking had apparently worked, apparently. She flailed for a moment to set the spatular to the side on the counter without looking and returned the embrace.
Eventually, they parted and she was able to turn the stove off. Eventually, they ate the grilled cheese sandwiches. They were delicious.
Hit her head? She immediately started feeling around a bit for bumps or bruised spots. There was a spot on the back of her head that hurt a little... so... yeah, maybe that was a valid explanation. It was certainly better than simply losing a bunch of memories and time on accident?
"No.. you're right. That seems logical. I woke up on the floor anyway, so I must've hit my head at some point." As disconcerting as it still was, having a possible explanation to cling to did make her feel marginally better.
The thought of heading over to get checked out was also pretty logical, and yet... she totally did not want to. Hospitals were @#$%ing expensive and she was a broke college kid with the most basic health insurance.
"That makes perfect sense, but I don't know if I can. I'm not from this state, or... I wasn't originally? Christ, I've never been out of Seattle... this is so whack."
Groaning slightly and dragging a hand down her face, she started to get a grip again. "I think-"
A fire truck raced past and interrupted her.
"... I think I need to try and get ahold of my parents. They would know me better than anyone and could maybe explain all of this. Or at least tell me if I was kidnapped and shipped out of state or something."
Was it normal to feel just absolutely drained after having a few consecutive panic attacks in a row?
"Um... speaking of kidnapping." Shelby managed a small smile and aimed it guiltily at Rayne. "Since I basically kidnapped you from the store back there, is there somewhere you want me to drop you off or take you? I don't know if going back there is safe right now."
"Eh... There are always going to be @$sholes. I've dealt with his like before too many times." Even before she was a known mutant, for christ's sake. Having been de-aged she had what, like ten years of bigots, sexists, and racists now? Something like that anyway.
The Artists snorted at Stephanie's joke, very much like the image of him red-faced and horking on his own ridiculously expensive snacks. "If there is a just god, maybe."
She refocused on Stephanie as the feeling of 'oh crap I shouldn't have guzzled that' settled in her stomach and she knew she was in for a bit of a wild adventure. Meh, it was whatever though.
"I grew up in Seattle during a pretty wild time. A lot of active discrimination against those with x-genes all over the place. A lot of my social circles banded together to out ourselves and be visible." She... just wasn't going to mention that at the time she hadn't had a power or even known she was a mutant yet. She liked to assume that she would have outed herself and been just as visible as Olivia had... but there was no real way to know that for sure, was there? It was only by coincidence that when she woke up in New York with no memories of the last handful of years she'd discovered she had outed herself at some point and was kinda-sorta known to a degree.
No sense going back from there!
"Here, I'll show you." Maybe it was the alcohol talking, or she was just past caring at that point in the night. She reached out to try and snag one of Stephanie's hands and reached up to touch the locket hanging around her neck at the same time. There was a little space-themed painting on one side of it, filled with little crude stars and planets. If she managed to grab the hand she had aimed for they would both vanish from the street, leaving behind the locket on the ground in their place.
Inside the space within her painting would visibly look like it had been painted. The crude stars would look even jankier up close, and the planets much less defined and certainly more blobby when they were big and filling the dark space. She'd designed the place to lack any kind of gravity, so getting one's self around would involve kicking and swimming motions, or launching yourself off of the stars and planets. It had been a bit tricky to work out, but in the end, she was satisfied.
Shelby looked up as someone approached, half expecting the same jerk to try and shoo her further away from the gallery. Instead, it was an unfamiliar woman. A very attractive woman. Regardless of how angry she still was, Shelby was still able to recognize that talking to someone while looking like she'd just gone through a bad breakup was probably not the best way to make introductions.
She wiped her cheeks dry and tried to calm herself down a little more. At least, based on the first words out of the woman's mouth, it seemed she had someone on her side. The pink-haired artist eyed the offered bottle warily for just a moment, before the idea that it was one of his stoke the embers of her rage again. She stood suddenly, wobbling slightly on her heels for a moment, and reached for that bottle of booze.
She was going to drink the @#$% out of it just to spite him. Yes, that sounded like a great idea! "You bet your ass it would!" Shelby wasn't a great drinker. Hell, she wasn't even a very good one. She could hold a few shots before turning into a literal example of 'white girl wasted'. That didn't stop her from twisting off the cap from the bottle, lifting it, and guzzling as much as she could before her throat threatened to close up on her.
She quickly passed it back and hunched over, coughing into an elbow for a moment so she could compose herself.
Would being drunk make her less angry, or angrier? Maybe she should have thought of that before...
"That @#$%er deserves more than losing a bottle of alcohol... but that did make me feel a bit better." Smoothing down the new wrinkles in her colorful dress, Shelby straightened back up and offered a pinched smile to the woman.
"...I'm Shelby, Thanks for that. I appreciate it after... " One eye twitched slightly.
"Ah, @#$%. I wish I knew more people in this city so I could round up a posse and storm that jerks place to get my paintings back. I just know he's going to do something to them... bigots like that just love trying to screw over mutants any way they can."
Normally, Shelby wasn't super argumentative. She could take criticism pretty easily and have debates with people about some subjects with little to no issue.
But this... this was her tipping point.
"This is blatant bigotry." She ground out between clenched teeth.
Shelby. Was. Pissed.
"Look, kid, I don't care what you think. I own this place so ultimately I decide who's stuff gets put up and whos doesn't."
Shelby wondered, absently in the back of her mind, if her face was super red or purple right now just from the effort it took not to punch this man in his smug, scruffy face.
He'd just gotten done telling her that unfortunetely due to sudden, unexpected events, she was no longer able to show her work with the rest of the collection. She'd spent weeks preparing new pieces for it, reworking her normal style to that of the new one her older seld had apparently adopted.
She had scrounged to pay the steep fees to have her work hung, scrambled to find an appropriate dress and shoes for the occasion, and only to be told that it was no longer going to happen? No email. No phone call. In person!
She knew that he had dragged his heels on telling her because if he waited long enough he could screw her out of getting her paid fees back, but she hadn't known that he was a bigoted, sexist @#$hole who was going to try to screw her in the worst way possible. At the @#$%ing showing!
"I don't want any bad press coming after me because I hung up some work from one of your types. Us regular folk don't go randomly catching on fire or growing tentacles or whatever. It's bad for business. You should have been honest and upfront with me right at the get-go and I would have told you no before any of this could have happened, you know?"
He had the audacity to look down his nose at her, a slimy smirk on his lips as he swirled a drink glass in one hand and gestured with the other. "Really, you've only got yourself to blame here. You're kind are always trying to sneak into places you don't belong."
She opened her mouth to retort, but it clacked shut again without any words having left. She had to think for a moment as he sipped his drink, confident that there was nothing she could do to him at the moment.
"Fine." She tried to relax her hands out of the fists they had curled into, "I don't want my art here anyway. I'll take it elsewhere. Where is it, so that I can collect it and leave?" She was trying to be level with him. Curt, but calm. She needed the two paintings she had been trying to hang... then she could go home and figure out what to do from there.
"Oh, in storage somewhere. I'll need to dig them out some other time. Not tonight of course. I'll have my assistant call you when they are ready for you to come and get. I trust that you can show yourself out?"
"No, I frankly don't trust that something won't happen to my property while it is here. I want them now before I leave."
"Not going to happen. I won't have the rest of the showing disturbed because of your little tantrum. Do I need to have the police called to escort you off of the premises, Ms. Walters?"
One delicate blonde brow twitched and Shelby weighed her options. Deck him in the face and go to find her paintings, or bid her time and try to find a legal way to work around this snake?
She could come after him later for discrimination, and if he was being serious about the police then that would be a whole other can of worms she didn't wanna deal with right now.
"Fine. I will be waiting for my property to be returned to me undamaged."
His smirk grew and it hurt deep inside that she had to walk away and let him have his moment.
"Good evening, Ms. Walters. I hope we don't meet again."
She showed herself out, dogged by one of the security men that he had hired just to make sure she left quietly.
Once outside she sat on the steps of a nearby, closed coffee shop and let herself have a nice little rage-filled cry while she pondered what to do.
By the time Rayne had fished out her ID, Shelby had laid down with her face in the steering wheel, quietly trying to center herself before she dove any deeper into a panic attack.
It helped, a lot actually, that the woman wasn't freaking out either. She didn't think she could handle anymore mass hysteria right now, after that fiasco in the grocery store.
"...Forgot?" She echoed hollowly, before lifting her face from the steering wheel and sitting up. She sniffled to herself as she thought about it.
...it.. it certainly explained a lot. All of the blank spots with, little glimpses of things here and there?
"That makes sense... I just wish I knew how and why." Shelby took a deep breath, holding it slightly before letting it back out.
"The last thing I remember was being in Seattle, with my girlfriend. We had attended a protest against some new rule the mayor was trying to enact that just wasn't fair at all to people with mutations, and it turned into a big fight..."
She found herself squinting out the windshield as cars passes by on the road beside them. The little foggy bits of memories she felt were there she just couldn't get a grip on. Like when you dreamed vividly, but struggled to remember what it was upon waking up.
She could glimpse flashes of red, and feel that there might have been anxiety... and something about a horrible laughing sound?
"hell.. how long did it even take to get me here? Isn't it a few hours of flight between Seattle and New York? What day is it?"
... how long had she been out? How had she gotten into that grocery store?
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Oh @#$%a collar?!
Her whole face shifted a bunch of colors before landed on decidedly very red. "I-er- I mean I wouldn't be opposed to- but.. Ah, @#$%." There was no where to hide her face. April was right in front of her and very much enjoying her awkwardness.
Thankfully, she was free after a bit and able to stumble like a zombie into the unfamiliar kitchen. Should she just... look around? Mentally shrugging since there weren't many boundaries left to break at this point, she decide to just start at one end of doors and head to the other, until she found what she needed.
Her face was still mostly red by the time she had found a pan and spatula, bread, cheese, and butter. It was hard not to blush with the threat of another April affection attack looming over her constantly.... not that she minded, but it was like a weird game show. 'How much distraction can she take before she sets the sandwich on fire?!'
She giggled to herself while buttering up the pieces of bread. "I can't blame you. If I was a little more experienced I'd probably in your shoes." She switched the stove on, getting the pan ready and plopping some butter in.
A tune popped into her head as she waited for it to heat up, and she hummed along, her eyes sliding back over to April. After plopping in the first buttered up sandwich she cranked the heat back down a little and left it for a moment.
"Baby, I'm hot just like an oven... Ooh" The artist grinned sheepishly as she started dancing along to the song in her head, aiming the whole thing at April.
"Baby now let's get down tonight.. Baby, I'm hot just like an oven, I need some lovin'... And baby, I can't hold it much longer. It's getting stronger and stronger!"
Feeling a little bold, she reached out and wiggled her fingers at the woman in what she hoped was a sexy come hither, and not the nerdiest, cheesiest thing April had ever seen.
"You know, I've never thought of that before. I bet they would show up." She dug for her phone in her bag, pulling it out and flipping the camera on with the press of a button. Turning around she started trying to angle it so that they were both in the picture at the same time. She eventually ended up with a picture of him stuck to the giant bone arm while it was flailing about in a blur trying to get him off, and her grinning face peeking into the frame from the bottom and side, while the second bone arm lunged for her.
Uhoh!
She was ungracefully smacked into the floor, though she was happily able to keep a grip on her phone. The arm couldn't really do much other than try to smoosh her into the ground. "Selfies work!" Was her grunt of a reply, as she wriggled herself into a better position to wrestle with the skeleton arm.
"I've never tried music, either! I can probably bring some up on my phone." It was an interesting concept, if she had understood him correctly. Like background music for their levels? She wondered if she could make music boxes and such, and if they would play music like a real one. Or... could she just set theme music to paintings?
A bony finger just about knocked the wind out of her. "Oof!"
...Maybe those were thoughts for another time.
Keeping in mind how her adventure partner seemed to be dismantling is bone arm, she tried to adopt his strategy by first tackling the finger that seemed to want to slowly try to impale her. It was actually surprising how easily the bones popped apart when there was nothing actively holding them together.
"I like music quite a bit!" She shouted, dodging another finger that was aiming for her face. "Though I don't know anything modern, so it's either oldies of you'll have to choose something!"
"Surprisingly it doesn't feel like it's been a while since I last cut loose, but it has been a few years."
She accepted the water easily, still giggling, and guzzled a bit of it. Thankfully she didn't choke like a dork at the suggestion that they might go again. Where were they at right now? Like 9 times or something!? "I think you may actually be actually trying to kill me?" She was laughing, and completely red faced. The trailing fingers certainly didn't help. Was it hot in here?
Shelby hurried to set her glass aside, trying not to seem too overeager and wrapped her arms around April's waist as she leaned in.
"You are totally a succubus, aren't you?" Oh god, the neck kisses were going to make her feel like jelly again. Curling in, she buried her own nose in April's collar. "If you're not careful you'll imprint on me and i'll never want to leave. Maybe I can live in your closet? Under the bed?"
@#$%, she was rambling.
"Food! My brain is struggling with all this blood in my head. I need to eat something before round twenty." The artist grinned as she pulled back a little.
"I don't think I did!" She shouted, while struggling with three skeletons pinned like olives on her spear. She had to angle the shaft up so that they couldn't just keep walking straight into her. She might have been concerned for a moment had she not head the distinct 'Yeehaw!' from her companion.
Levering her spear up a little more she pushed forward into her room until she could wedge it firmly into the wood of a barrel. Three wiggling skeletons were now trapped; impaled on her spear. She huffed a bit from the effort before using her torch to start whacking them off of her weapon again.
She was sweating a little as she came back out with her spear freed, to see what Mal had been up to. She was carrying a femur tucked under one arm. A back up weapon!
"Just barrels in my--Jesuschrist that one is bigger than I remember!"
She blushed from her head to her toes, and started giggling madly at the comment. April, she was finding, was exactly what she had needed at that moment in time. A warm, free spirit with a flirty sense of humor that complimented her good looks.
How long had they even been in that painting? She wasn't sure she cared. She did't have any plans or pressing matters. She could do whatever she wanted. It was super freeing.
"Man, I am super parched. I always forget to bring water in there." She fanned her flushed skin, pulling at the collar of her shirt to try and get some air circulated to the girls, too. Come to think of it, she hadn't really eaten much before the bar, and then April...
"Would you be up for me cooking something for us? I make a mean grilled cheese if you're okay with it." She reached down to stick her hands in her pockets out of habit, and discovered that she had never put them back on. Whoops! At least her short was long enough to cover her under-roos for the most part.
She shook a rib cage from the tip of her spear and rejoined him. Attack phrase? Hm. She tried one out. "Here comes Justice!" Hm, she wasn't sure.
"Objection!" No, wrong setting. "Baka!" Shelby cringed, flicking a wiggling finger bone off her shoulder.
"Welcome... to your DOOM!"
She gave up with a shrug. She was out of trendy catchphrases to spout.
They came to the end of the hallway eventually with two doors on either side. She eyed the left hand one for a moment before glancing at the right. "Should we just open then at the same time?"
Depending on the door they chose to open, there would be a giant lumbering skeleton on the right side in a bedroom of sorts, and three skeletons on the left in a room filled with barrels.
She tried to prep herself and her spear before they chose, slightly regretting her choice of weapon at that point. It was pretty hard to stab things that couldn't die from being stabbed!
"Right, ID. Yes." That seemed logical. While she waited for the light to change she dug into the unfamiliar purse around her shoulders.
She found a binky first, but tossed that away like it had physically burned her before resuming digging. She pulled out an unfamiliar wallet next, and just handed the whole thing over to Rayne without a care. The fact that she didn't recognize any of the things currently on her person was more than a little distressing.
The woman casually dropped the fact that they were currently in New York, and Shelby laughed. @%$#. How had she gotten all the way across the country without remembering anything? What the hell has happened at that Riot in Seattle?!?!?
"I'm so boned." She laughed again, but it was a broken laugh from someone who was pretty sure she had been abducted somehow.
Her ID was a New York license and, unsurprisingly, would have the same name as her... but the picture on it would look a little bit older than she currently did. Curiously, even though Shelby currently looked no older than 19, the date on the ID would put her closer to 30.
Shelby just tried to keep her wits about her as the light turned green. She drove a bit further before her nerves one and she had to pull over.
She nodded. Yep! That was the gist of it. "Okay!" Was her response to his warning about his action. She readied her spear as he fired.
"Oh." She blinked as the bony legs continued to stagger forward. Almost gently, Shelby reached her spear out and poked them. They fell over in a heap and bones scattered everywhere. "I feel like that is a question I should have prepared for more before coming up with this idea." She grinned sheepishly. "I guess they can't really do much if we take the heads and arms off, right?" At most they would just be able to shamble around awkwardly chest bumping into things. That wasn't nearly as scary.
She could hear more creaking up ahead, and since she was holding the longest weapon and also the torch, she took point.
There were a few more up ahead that were just as easily dispatched as the first, before they encountered their first set of hallways leading off in different directions. One on the left, one on the right, one straight ahead. "Which way?" She turned to him for an answer, since he was her partner on this adventure. Once picked, she'd head in that direction lighting the way up head for them to see. They soon came upon three more skeletons, and two doors on either side of the hallway.
Shelby struggled with the first one she speared, since her weapon got caught between it's ribs, and a weird dance began between the two of them. Up close, the skeletons weren't as scary as she had thought them to be at first. Well, except for the glowing eyes. She kicked herself for that one. She pushed her target back into a wall with her spear and got in a little closer to try and kick its legs off.
