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.
Well, she had a job now. That was the silver lining. A job meant money, and money meant more classes toward her eventual degree. Also food. Food was good to have too. Considering that all of the scholarships she’d managed to snag for her schooling covered a pretty sizable chunk of her tuition, she was only left to deal with minimal fees for supplies. Which, circling back to this ‘job’ she’d scored, would now be well covered with some to spend freely.
What was the job exactly? Oh, nothing big. She just needed to fill in as a ‘cook’ for a giant mutated cockroach she’d had a very weird dream and/or nightmare of. That’s all. Weird, right? Anyway, after her hallucination she found that she had indeed met Roach before, and that she had apparently agreed to work for him at some point. It was either the prospect of an easy job, or his sheer intimidating presence, that she agreed to it.
Glancing down at the address scrawled on the paper in her hand, with a slightly beat-up bronze colored key taped to it, she stared down the door in front of her. Honestly, she didn’t know what to expect from the other side of the door. Maybe he was eccentric and everything would be frilly, gold, or victorian?... maybe all three? Ugh. Maybe he’d be just an average joe...er… bug. Roach. Whatever! Steeling herself, she slipped the key into the lock, twisted, and gently nudged the door open with her foot.
Immediately, a strange smell leaked out of the residence that made her nose wrinkle. Ugh! What on earth was that? She poked her head in cautiously and her eyes widened in horror. There was… stuff… everywhere! On the floor, the walls, the freakin’ ceiling!
Shelby inched the door closed again, hand still on the beat up doorknob, and seriously reconsidered this job prospect. A few moments of tense inward reflection later, and she groaned loudly to herself. It was good that she’d thought ahead and prepared for something like this, even if her mental vision of it hadn’t been this horrible. After all, when Roach had told her that under no circumstances was she allowed to clean anything, she’d gotten suspicious. And rightly so it seemed.
Unzipping her backpack, she fished out her supplies; donning thick latex dishwashing gloves, a heavy duty filter mask to protect her nose and mouth, and a thick rubber apron to keep her clothes spotless. Feeling sufficiently protected, she nudged the door open again, stepped in, and closed it behind.
Holy lord, it was even worse with the doors closed. Even without her glasses on she was sure she could see things crawling around on the walls and floor. Suppressing a shudder, she beelined for what appeared to be the kitchen, while she skin crawled and her brain shrieked at her to clean everything.
Now, Shelby wasn’t one to usually push the limits of good things happening to her, but she’d gotten a pretty decent grade on her most recent psychology paper… which really made her want test the waters a little more. She’d done it once, right? She could definitely do it again. So, with her head spinning with ideas and schemes of what to say and where specifically to go, she’d headed out and made a beeline via busses straight for the School.
Her plan was to find the Dragon God Orochi again, convince him to join her on an outing into the city, and gauge his, and other peoples, reactions. Not so hard, if the big guy wasn’t against a little socialization.
As she stepped off her most recent mode of transportation and it pulled jerkily away from the curb behind her, she followed a fellow pedestrian toward the school. She could only assume it was another student. Briefly she considered attempting to shadow the student in, rather than check in at the gates like she’d done before. It was easy to abandon the urge, and soon she found herself checking in like normal. Once she was inside the grounds though, she hunted down the first approachable person she saw and asked them about the Dragon Mutant.
Reluctantly, the poor kid agreed to hunt him down for her, and shelby waited out in front of the school on the steps.
Her eyes flew back and forth from the kid, Chris as he had earlier pointed out, to the Giant, who her cop-protector was suddenly overly aware of. She was more confused now than before.
... Especially when the kid mouthed off about being able to liquefy bones.
Eyes as round as saucers, she opening stared at the kid in horror. Who would even say such a thing? A terrorist? Maybe he was a gangster. One who went around doing bad things for fun because he could.
"How is that even supposed to help the situation you're in, stupid?! She half shouted, half mumbled; too caught up in the squabble to notice she was yelling at a potential criminal.
The other officer, it seemed, shared her sentiments. He drew his gun and carefully aimed it at Chris. "Seriously kid, this ain't funny. Get on the ground with your hands behind your head." He glanced behind him, "Matt. Hey, Matt. Call in backup already, will ya?"
Matt, however, wasn't listening. A face he'd seen on countless wanted websites and signs was literally staring him down. Pride be damned, he was frozen to the spot with his hand on the holster of his gun. It didn't seem like the giant, now even bigger than before, was really all that much of a threat.
... but the stories he'd heard..
Shelby squeaked in protest as one of the drunks was tossed away like an errant ball of paper. The dude was a mutant! Two mutants in one night! And he was huuuge now! Her gaze went back to flicking from one to the other, over the gun drawn in the middle of it all.
She didn't like those things. For obvious reasons. So when Matt the cop started to pull his out and aim it slowly at the figure of the giant, she felt something swell in her guts. Maybe bravery? ... Naww, probably terror. She wasn't sure why, but her brain at that exact moment decided that he was most definitely going to shoot the weapon. Maybe he was a crooked cop like the ones who so often made it into the news back in her home city... or maybe he was new and scared, but she couldn't sit by and let someone who had yet to even take a step toward the cop get murdered by him.
"No, don't!"
In a moment of pure stupidity, she lunged forward from her perch by the wall and full-body tackled the young cop to the ground. The gun went off, she wasn't sure where the bullet ended up, but she had more pressing matters to attend to first. Mainly the elbow that hooked her neatly under the jaw, and then the knee in her ribs and hand pushing her face into the pavement.
... She'd just assaulted an officer, hadn't she? Crap.
Her sudden fascination with the voice was unnerving to some part of her, somewhere in the back of her mind. Generally unless it was art or an animal, she could care less. Instantaneous obsession should have triggered warning flags... but in this case everything in her brain was utterly devoted to finding the owner of that voice and... and then she didn't know what. She'd figure that part out later.
Marching through shrubbery in spandex running shorts wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, nor was tripping over a hidden root and landing hard on one knee in the dirt. She was just lucky she hadn't landed on the knife in her hand, really.
Not too far off, once she emerged from the bushes, was hands-down the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. Which was weird, because her taste in men tended to shifted around restlessly... and she couldn't pinpoint exactly what about this guy she liked the most. It was almost like he kept shifting ever so slightly to adapt to her rapidly swinging preferences. But... that was impossible. Or at least that's what her brain was telling her. He was pretty, so stop thinking and just go say hi.
"....H-hi." She didn't know why, but she was all of the sudden nervous and panicked. Guys normally didn't have this effect on her. Well, save for her boyfriend.
... Her boyfriend. Oh gosh, she'd totally forgotten about him. Here she was ogling a strange dude, and she had a man already! But he's waaaay across the country. Her brain butted in again, There's nothing wrong with talking to another guy. Or drooling over him. Right. Her brain had a point there. No harm in looking, right.
The singing stopped, and Shelby felt her knees tremble when the man looked over at her. His blue...er green?... She couldn't tell, but his eyes locked onto her and she felt her stomach flutter. She had to mentally remind herself that she had a boyfriend again. Boyfriend Boyfriend BOYFRIEND.
"Why... Hello there." The man greeted, before his gaze swept past her to the boy who'd been trailing after her. A smile tugged his lips, and she felt a surge of unexplained, violent jealousy rush through her. "It's so nice to have an audience. Please, come and sit. Make yourselves comfortable."
Smiling like a dope, Shelby staggered forward two steps before stopping again. She'd been overwhelmed by the warmth in his voice, by his sheer presence, that she almost hadn't noticed the form of another prone jogger by the man's feet. This time a female. Caution flared briefly, before the man smiled again and crooked one finger at her. She hesitated long enough to gulp and flush furiously. BOYFRIENDBOYFRIENDBOYFRIEND!!
"Okay, look. If you have watched any horror movie ever,"
Okay, that was not a good way to start a response in this case. Her eyes widened immediately and her spine stiffened. Horror movies? They were one of her favorite forms of entertainment. Certainly she could envision all sorts of masked serial killers or ghastly Syfy monsters lurking in the nearby shadows, just waiting for a chance to pounce...
"... you'll know that stereotypically I, who goes to search for the victim, dies before the bad guy comes after you. Therefore, I suggest we go together, because I'm a better fighter than your average teenage jock. But if you want, here."
Or, in some cases, the one who chooses to stay put gets axed in the back while waiting for the hero to return. Heck no. Not today. She eyed the way she'd come warily. Then, he whipped out a flippin' knife and casually plopped it down on the bench beside her. And with the oh-so wise words of how to use said knife, he was off.
"Ohhellno!" Hopping away from the blade at first, because who knew where it had been and who it had stabbed, she watched him speed walk off and bristled. She wasn't about to go off alone with a murderer on the loose. And, on a lesser scale, she'd feel bad if the weird-knife-dude died alone in the bushes. Slightly. Enough to spur her to grab the knife delicately between her thumb and pointer finger like it was infected with something, and rush after him.
"Hey! Don't you know you can't just wander around throwing these things at strang--" She'd caught up with him rather quick, but stopped in her tracks the moment she saw the form on the ground at his feet. Her words froze in her throat as she briefly froze up, glancing from the stranger to the prone jogger as if trying to discern if he'd done it, before she tossed the notion out. She opened her mouth to hesitantly ask him if the jogger was alright, or alive for that matter, when she was stopped once more.
There was a.... singing... coming from somewhere. A deep, masculine voice humming a tune she'd never heard before. Suddenly, her attention was captured and stuck fast to the sound. Everything else faded into unimportant, including the jogger and the knife-bearing stranger.
"...What's that sound? It's so beautiful..." Without really knowing where she was going, she turned and headed off to her left, with a dreamy, dazed depression on her face and the knife still gently gripped in her hand.
Watching the bird quickly became all consuming. It was too cute! Adorable even. Probably only to here, though. Hawks were supposed to be majestic and junk. She nearly lost it when he investigated the food.
Containing a fit of giggles, she wiggled in her seat and pushed the giddiness back. "... Can he have a fry?" She still wasn't too sure on exactly what happened once it was inside the bird, but she figured it'd be a nice gesture even if it just... sat in him... or something.
Alex had probably explained, and she'd just forgotten already. She had a habit of doing that.
Clearing her throat again, she glanced at Alex from under her bangs and wrinkled her nose. "...Sorry 'bout that. I kinda...eh... forgot i'd be running into them again." Really, she probably didn't need to apologize... but it had just been so dreadfully awkward (to her at least) that she felt the overwhelming urge to explain.
She missed the crunch of feet on gravel as someone approached. Mostly because she was too busy trying to force air back into her lungs, which weren't all too happy with her at the moment. When the stranger spoke up however, her head snapped in his direction and she visibly jumped. "Uh..."
Fidgeting uncomfortably from being caught lazing about while sweaty and red-faced, Shelby glanced back the way she'd come. "That way. I think." Of course, if he meant the way out of the park itself, rather than the area they were currently in, she'd probably need to elaborate. "Well I came from that direction, which leads to the main paved path that circles the par--"
Suddenly, a scream cut through the air. She snapped her mouth shut immediately and tried to pinpoint which direction it had come from. It hadn't been a very feminine scream... but deeper. More of a deep tenor than a shrill alto. The sound put her instantly on edge.
"....what was that?" More importantly, where'd it come from? She didn't want to be anywhere near whatever was going on.
There was something relaxing about jogging. The feel of blood thumping through your veins, the wind caressing your hair. The rhythmic thuk thuk of running shoes on pavement. All in all, there was a kind of peace that came with the exercise.
... Which was promptly ruined when someone else came jogging up along side her and intruded on her moment.
Shelby pretended she hadn't noticed the guy since she had her ear-buds in. It had worked in the past to dissuade chatty runners from attempting small talk with her, so why not now? This guy, though... this guy wasn't about to throw in the towel so easily. He picked up his pace to pull up slightly ahead of her, and pointedly stared at the side of her face until she glanced over at him. Then he grinned. A pearly white flash of teeth she was sure was meant to blind her like a flash-bomb. His mouth started moving, so with a huff she tugged one of the buds from her ear.
"--enjoying the weather?"
The small smile she shot back barely hid her contempt at being disturbed, and she nodded. Yes. She liked the weather or whatever. No, she didn't feel like talking. Go away. "Mmhm. Cool, but not overcast or rainy."
He took her answer as permission to launch into life story about the running paths around the beaches of California or something, and she visibly winced. Yeah... she didn't care. Time for a prompt exit. "--got this really well paved area that--"
"Oh gosh! Would you look at the time, i'm gonna be late for a meeting! Gottarunbye!" Before the last words had even fully made it out of her mouth she had taken a sharp left down a less-used gravel path through the park. She kicked up dust as she sprinted away, leaving Mr. gabby-jogger staring at her back in confusion.
Funnily enough, in her antisocial haste to flee from the man, she had set herself down a path she wasn't familiar with. It was more wooded in this area. Less open and not street-side. As much as she enjoyed nature and trees, she felt the sudden foliage close in on her and stopped a short ways in for a breather. Had she even been in this section of the park before? She usually just ran a lap around the outside of the park, then gave up when her lungs and legs failed her and shuffled home.
Eyeing a nearby bench, she chose to ignore everything her PE teachers had ever preached at her about, and flopped onto it to catch her breath. Why hadn't she brought a water bottle again?
Well, Shelby likes to take long evening walks just when the streets start to get shifty, is currently trying to piss off as many mutants as possible by writing a controversial essay on them, and makes it a habit of being painfully oblivious to things. She could stumble upon him being all heroic like, or get into trouble with a mutant herself. Or just run into him for no reason while out and about?
Blinking, she openly stared at what was going on. What on earth had she stumbled into?
The officer still holding her gently by the shoulder tugged her behind him as he stepped in front of her. Which unfortunately put her closer to the giant and his two booze hound buddies. She eyed them warily before turning her attention back to the guy attempting to evade re-capture.
Unfortunately for him, as pleasant as he seemed, he'd just outed himself as a mutant. Both of the officers tensed, and the one guarding her swore under his breath. "You need to back away, ma'am. Now."
Shelby wisely took his advice and backed herself flush into the building behind her.
"Don't move, kid. Put your hands up and get on the ground. Now! "
The other officer swore, muttering under his breath about his now missing ponytail band, and reached for his weapon. The kid didn't look like much, nor did he appear armed... but you could never tell with mutants.
While that was happening, Shelby noticed the commotion to her right. One of the smaller guys was trying to start something, and the big guy was doing a spectacular job ignoring him for the most part. Still... shelby was flabergasted. "F***en seriously?"
She wasn't about to throw herself into the Frey to stop them, pfft, she wasn't crazy. But something needed to be said. "Hey! Knock it off! Can'take you see there's a criminal loose? Be careful!"
The cop who'd been guarding her turned to glance over his shoulder at her shout, and his hand froze over the radio on his shoulder. He'd been about to call for backup. His eyes were locked on the giant of a man-- he'd caught a glimpse of his face, and recognition dawned on his face. His hand rushed jerkily toward his gun as he panicked.
She had to resist the urge to turn and physically drag Alex away. Instead she remained rooted to the spot while David and Sherry eyed her suspiciously, and then shared glance. God. She was going to pay for this later when they cornered her in class. that much she knew already.
"Kay. We'll see ya around the exhibit, then!" Sherry chimed, before turning to tug David away. "It was nice to meet you Alex! Next time you'll have to introduce us to your birdy friend!"
Shelby couldn't put enough distance between them fast enough. She bee lined for the first available table with two open chairs and dropped her tray down.
"...." She probably owed Alex an explanation for what he'd just witnessed. Weirdness on that level coming from her was a spectacle all of itself, sometimes. Just... how to word it?
For now, she stuffed her face with a bite of her burger and glanced around to make sure none of her other classmates had chosen to stop by the museum today.
"... How's the grub?" She muttered lamely. Smooth move, Shelby.
David nodded. "Yeah. Sherry and I are studying fine art together. Same degree."
Shelby shifted on her feet nervously. "I'm in the class as an elective. Not going for the same degree as them."
Sherry giggle, linking arms with David. "Given the doodles you work on in class, it really wasn't much of a surprise." She glanced at Alex with a smile on her lips. "Last week she was working on this one with a giant squirrel rampaging through the city while the rest of us were buried up to our ears in art history books."
Shelby's cheeks and neck burned with a furious, sudden blush. She hadn't realized anyone had seen that one. She muttered something similarly, before pushing on.
"So... Alex, we should find somewhere to settle down and eat before all the seats are gone." There was a smile on her face, but she was attempting to plead with her eyes that he would agree.
"Ah, right. I totally forgot you guys were going off to eat." David mused, glancing at Sherry. "Would you want us to wait for you? We don't mind."
"Ah... no! That's okay. We were gonna wander a little bit anyway... You guys should go on ahead."
