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.
Holding her breath was hard, but she was fairly certain that if she let it go now she'd start panting very loudly. With the Vase free from her, and an embarrassed flush adorning her cheeks, she followed on alex's heels as closely as she dared. The moment the red glow of the exit came into focus, she let the breath go in one big (quiet) whoosh.
Thankfully the door wasn't locked, though it did creak agonizingly quietly upon opening. Shelby cast a glance back, but the hallway was dark. The flashlight wielders were more than likely still in the main room, probably only now discovering that there were paintings missing.
The stairwell was dimly lit, only by the eerie red glow of EXIT signs above the door and below. As quickly and sneakily as she could she hurried inside, letting the door creak quietly shut behind her.
"...oh my god... my heart is going like, ninety miles a minute." She whispered, clutching at the fabric of her sweatshirt.
To add to this, I will be gone in no-internet-land for about a week starting tomorrow! I will get back to working on posts as soon as I'm back on the 21st. Love you all lots! <3
Her heart jumped back into her throat for the third time that day, and she latched her hands around her mouth before she could make a sound. Quickly getting to her feet she followed after him, eyes wide and swinging left and right nervously.
The sound of quiet voices cropped up from the hallway behind them, as well as the distant glow from flashlights sweeping around. Chewing on her bottom lip as they moved out of the main room into another hallway, she kept casting glances back. The walls were shadowed and dark, but just enough light filtered in from windows in the bigger rooms that once the eyes adjusted you could see well enough to navigate at least.
She was tempted to fish out of her phone again to use as a light source, but was too fearful of getting caught to actually do it. Her heartbeat was thumping in her ears, her fingertips were tingling with a mix of adrenalin and anxiety...
Her bag bumped into a pedestal as she past, catching a corner and the vase sitting on top rocked to one side threateningly. Reacting in a panic, she reached out and snatched the big vase off its shelf, saving it from crashing to the floor... but filling her arms up with heavy ceramic. She grunted softly from the weight and stumbled to the side a step.
Side-glancing at the dragon, she finished off her treat quickly and tossed the paper in a waste basket. "Actually, i'm majoring in Fine Art. The Psychology class if an elective I took to fill my schedule for this quarter."
She hummed at his question all the same though, tilting her head to the side in thought. "I suppose I like it enough. I mean, if given the choice i'd probably ignore the classes all together and just open my own studio... but these days you kinda need that little slip of paper for anyone to take you seriously."
Or, at least, that's what everyone she'd ever talked to said. There was probably a way to forge her own path while simultaneously giving her college the bird... but she was far too lazy and meek to attempt that. "It's kinda chaotic, really. You have to have so many credits in so many areas, and some of them don't even go together! There was one class back in Seattle, It was 'Underwater basket weaving'. I kid you not. You could get a degree to be an professional underwater basket weaver."
She scoffed, loudly, before her mind trailed off back toward the stage. "Oh." Duh. Of course he couldn't fit in your average play houses. But... wasn't he a god back there? Why hadn't they made him a theater?
"Well today's your lucky day then, Your Lordship! We seem to be just in time to witness the magic of a little outdoor theater~" A small surge of kids and parents hurried past, heading for an empty row of benches. Shelby shuffled out of the way slightly while her eyes were glued to the stage. A stagehand was bringing out props. A bush here, a foam rock there. It wouldn't be long until the show started.
Life is currently Lucy, and i'm Charlie brown... and Mro is the football. I keep trying to get it, but she keeps pulling it away! Arrgh!
Anyway, i'm hoping everything will calm down after the holidays are over... but it's not promising. Work is a mess due to one staffers being out via car accident, one being out next month due to moving to africa, and a one jerk who broke into our store. Add to that my main laptop being KO'd right now because I can't afford a new power cord, and that leaves the mini laptop I just got back. So... hi. My name is Andy and I have no time.
I miss you all, and I hope everyone is having a happy time with whichever holiday you celebrate, and I hope next year is a merciful and loving one. <3<3<#
Her chest clenched when he gripped her back as the uncomfortable feeling of anxiety rose it's ugly head. She didn't know what words to say... what wouldn't come out as a garbled mess and probably make things worse? So she simple frowned at the wall behind him, holding him as tightly as she dared.
Times like these were generally what she hated the most... seeing people in pain. Tears only made her want to join in with the crying, and the sobs caused her muscles to clench of their own accord. She couldn't avoid it with other people... she couldn't mask their pain like she did her own.
"C'mon... we should go, yeah?"
Her nerves were electric. The strange giddy feeling she always got when she was out of her element and frightened was seeping in, making it hard for her to think straight. "Ain't nothing up here but dusty old paintings and shadows... i'm sure some fresh air will do you some good."
She didn't move to pull away.. she'd wait until he made the first move.
If anything, her eyes widened further and she pointedly turned her face away lest he see the vibrant red that had suddenly overtaken her cheeks. Though she knew he meant nothing by it, the Romanticism that had come across with such a simple sentence was.. overwhelming. There was a reason she avoided all things romantic like the plaque... she was just such a sap for it all.
"I think I would most enjoy that, your excellency." Nibbling on her treat some more, she watched an errant child run past with a small foam sword, and thought to add, "...After i'm out of school, of course. I'm not a free person again for another two years." A dry chuckled followed, and she stuffed her mouth with more pastry.
Up ahead of them, on a little patch of inlay-ed brick along the various stalls and groups of people, a small stage was being set up. A backdrop of colorful curtains, with an elaborate renaissance-y castle scene made it glaringly obvious it was for some sort of play. Shelby was going to assume for the kids, until someone proved her otherwise.
Off to the right of the platform was a man selling the little foam swords she had seen, as well as plastic shields and helmets.
She was starting to panic. Oh god, he made a strangle sobbing sound and her stomach flip-flopped. Her heart was hammering ninety miles a second and her mind was a whirl with worries and doubts. Frantically, she latched onto something, anything and went with it.
She hugged him. Suddenly, maybe a little too forcefully, she pulled him toward her and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck tightly... not at all mindful of the bird still perched on him. She was unsure where to put her chin, and after a few awkward seconds of switching from the crown of his head to his shoulder, she settled on his shoulder.
"Shh.. it's okay. It'll all be okay. Just.. let it all out."
... People said that when trying to comfort someone, right? It happened in movies at least, so that was good enough for her. But, she still wasn't sure how long to keep hugging him. Of if she was supposed to be quiet and let him... do whatever, or if she was supposed to try and change the subject. She supposed, somewhere in the back of her mind, that she would just have to roll with it and see what happened.
Shelby blinked, eyes round and owl-like for a moment before she reigned her awe in. Of course he lived in a mansion! Where else had she expected he live? A tiny one bedroom apartment? Clearing her throat and fighting back her flush, she picked at her food and shifted her weight to her other foot.
The descriptor 'compound' though, had brought to mind images of a military bunker. And she'd be lying if she wasn't surprised to hear that his home across the big pond was where his worshippers lived. He had worshipers... actual, not made up worshipers? She blinked once more before she managed to get her mouth working again, "I-i can only imagine how beautiful it must be..." Was her lame attempt at a cover up.
Then again, she'd never been out of the country... so she could claim ignorance to the splendor of Japan's architecture easily.
"If I had the time, I think that would be a wondrous adventure. I've never had the pleasure of traveling abroad."
He was really starting to worry her. More than normal for someone who had just been shot at, apparently by mutant art thieves. Gently, she shook his shoulder. "Hey... hey, Alex, i-its okay.. it'll be okay." Gods, she was terrible at consoling people. Especially when she didn't know what the hell was wrong, nor had she ever been in such a situation before. She had nothing to pull from, no prior past experience to help her.
Chewing on her lip, she settled on her knees with her legs folded under her next to Alex. "...Did.. did you know those guys?"
She hadn't really gotten a look at them at all. Dark shapes vanishing into a portal, and then nothing at all save Alex slumping to the floor. She assumed from the words, and from the way Alex was acting, that the guy, this...Void?... was someone he was acquainted with. Friends with even? She didn't know... but she waited patiently by his side anyhow.
Howdy! Real life is requiring a little more attention from me than I'd thought, so for the next short while (after holidays) my MRO time will be more than a little unpredictable! I will still try to be on as often as possible, but I will probably lag a lot in replies and cboxing. >>
Shelby had never heard gunshots so close and loud before... sure, she'd heard them in news and online. She'd even been at a gun range once or twice, but the sounds had been muffled by protective ear muffs. She still tended to assume they made the classic blam blam like in cartoons and on tv. In reality it was quieter, quicker.... and a billion times more frightening. The 'pop pop pop' of multiple shots fired had Shelby instantly bolting for shelter along the wall, with her head ducked and arms up protectively around it.
A few moments ticked by and she heard no more shots... but she realized with horror that Alex still over there. What if he'd been shot? What if he'd been killed?! Panic seized her, clenching her lungs in an iron grip that left little room to breath. Without needing to think she scrambled forward and used the wall to help guide her toward where Alex's silhouette had last been seen.
"Alex!"
She stumbled into the room a few seconds before the... portal... thing.... had vanished. She'd heard Alex cry out something, and caught sight of him just as he reached the wall and the portal closed.
"...Wha--" She started to question, until the boy dropped to his knees. She raced across the room before the word had even finished leaving her tongue, struggling in the dark to try and see him. "Alex! Oh my god, have you been hit?! Where are you hurt!?" Shelby fumbled with her phone, and a moment later the white glowing light from her phone's camera flash light up and washed over him. She was nearly blinded too, but blinked away the spots furiously as she visually scanned him for injuries. Which he thankfully didn't appear to have...
Nodding at first, then realizing that he probably couldn't see her, she muttered something quietly and dropped the hand from her mouth. She didn't like the dark... not even in the comfort of her own home. It was nearly an obsessive habit to have at least one light on at all times, if just to quiet the childish, instilled fear that something horrible was always lurking just out of sight in the darkness.
Alex went quiet, which was fine with her, she was shuffling quickly around in her bag for her phone. She had an flashlight app on it for this very reason. Before she could switch it on, however, the boy help up one hand to silence and stay and apprehension raced down the back of her neck in a cold sweat.
She watched him move off with wide eyes. Anxiety quickly took over, and she felt a flood of energy rush through her. Twitchy energy, the kind that usually accompanied running for ones life. Yet, there she stood. A dim, slowly vanishing shadow of Alex in front, and the black empty void of the hallway in back.
Then, murmurs. Voices, some sort of strange light that reflected off the walls... and the phone gripped in her hand suddenly went of. Her ringtone blared into the quiet hallway, echoed, and then was silenced as she mashed buttons and forced it silent in a panic.
She followed down the hall she figured he'd done down, seeing as she could hear shuffling from around the corner. Approaching the doorway though was much harder than she'd first thought. Half way down the hall she started to feel way too boxed in, like the walls themselves were inching in toward her... and then she spotted the doorway and she nearly tripped over her own feet. Still, she tried to gather what was left of her courage and rounded the corner on the balls of her feet, the question she wanted to pose already on her tongue and read--
She caught the last bit of his tail slithering under the bed skirt ruffles, and the words died in her throat.
Nope... Nope nope nope. The air whooshed out of her lungs with barely a squeak and she jolted back away from the doorway as if something had physically barreled into her. Everything about the unimposing room screamed danger in a dark, primal part of her mind. He was a boogeyman and he lived under a bed and if she approached it he would surely reach out and drag her under and that would be that. End of Shelby Walters. Fin.
She was far lighter on her feet fleeing back down the hallway toward the kitchen then she had been following him. Once she was standing on the linoleum, with windows and light, and non-monster space she was able to hunch against the counter and clutch at her chest as the terror passed.
"This is so @#$%&*... So... So..." Groaning, she shifted her feet and stood. She still had a job to do... and.. well, maybe if she just didn't bother the big monster in the other room he'd leave her alone. Yeah... just get the food cooked and leave, and then never come back.
Kneeling, she set about rummaging through one of the cupboards to take stock of all the different pots and pans she had at her disposal. Loudly, without thinking.
She smiled nervously. "I wasn't there very long, either. A few years at best, then we moved over to Washington."
Bitter memories. They tugged at the corners of her mouth, but she swallowed the feelings down quickly. She thought about commenting more on the transition she'd had, but decided to keep quiet as he had signaled and followed him with her hands clenched into fists around the strap of her back.
The hallway they were in was empty, and while the main lights above were still on, all of the lights for the various pieces had been shut off. The art looked gloomy with nothing illuminating the various colors and patters... at least, to her they did. It was like being in a less dusty, more roomy antique shop. Sad looking relics from various wakes of life calling out for someone to pay attention to them. She continued chewing on her lip as they walked.
...Until the lights above head flickered once, twice... and then blinked out all together. The hum of electricity all around them died all at once, as the power was cut to that floor specifically.
She has to physically shove her knuckles in her mouth to muffle the shriek of terror that bubbled out from within.
Add to that my main laptop being KO'd right now because I can't afford a new power cord, and that leaves the mini laptop I just got back. So... hi. My name is Andy and I have no time.